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Writing Dynamic Relationships

Hey y'all, Abby here with another writing post! Today we’re going to be talking about dynamic relationships.

In my opinion, dynamic relationships are better to write than static ones because they bring an element of change. Dynamic relationships change we learn more about the characters and go through the story, and our characters experience more outside of their regular lives. And, on top of that, the change of a dynamic relationship can show the reader how the characters are dealing with the events of the story. So, here we go.

Plot out the relationship throughout the book. If you’re writing a series, decide how it’s going to start, end, and change throughout.
When you start with one idea that you know is going to be involved and end with a different one, you’re given the freedom to choose how it happens. That’s typically how I do it – I plot out my book first and decide where the start and end points of the relationship are, then I let the plot decide how it happens. Or, you can plan out every detail – as long as you know the general idea of what you want to happen. Whatever works for you, as long as you have an idea of wheee you want it to go.

Understand that relationships have ups and downs.
If you plan to model your relationship after real life, you’ve probably realized that relationships don’t travel in straight lines. People have arguments and good times and awkward phases and internal issues that affect how they interact with others; if you want your characters to come off as human, they need to exhibit these characteristics.

Realize that each relationship will be different and has its own path to follow.
While the state of your character’s other relationships will affect your character’s demeanor and behavior towards others, these are generally temporary. If your character is dynamic, they will need to take time to recover, but eventually they will recover. And your relationships will reflect that. But just because one relationship isn’t doing great doesn’t mean the same goes for the others. Your character’s willingness to contribute to the relationship controls that.

Don’t leave out relationships where your main character is not directly involved in.
Other characters’ relationships will also affect their behavior towards your main character, which is also something that will affect the relationship. It could even bring in a new subplot of your character trying to be nosy and make amends, or just trying to figure out the issues between the other characters. And, with a degree of secrecy and a curiosity-rising plot, you could create a killer plot twist or two.

That’s all I’ve got for today! See you next time with another writing post; until than, much love!

there won’t ever be a character that will continue to devastate me at a visceral subatomic level like raven reyes. last episode (4x03) just highlighted, once again, how much i love her and how excited i am to see her arc unfold in the future, because she has so much more story to tell than people initially believed.

it takes raven a few emotionally tortured moments/scenes to get to the point where her heart bursts open and she decides to change the game for herself, but it’s so nice to see (even if heartbreaking) that she is someone who feels everything with her entire being nonetheless, because yes, raven isn’t a stone-cold, ruthless, inhuman girl who makes “wrong choices” (she had a point after all and she acted her choice out in connection to that information). people seem to forget that she is someone who understands pain and loss, too - always has and always will - and you see through her heart in more than one occasion. she enters leadership with a very measured and dedicated goal - save their people - but much sooner than later she realizes what the cost of life and death actually means (especially since she makes the call), and how you start to go through your life in connection to the decision you’ve made, carrying the burden.

it’s so similar to what bellamy had been through in 4x02.

the way she approches leadership with her head first shows how much of a natural and amazingly, hypertalented woman she is, especially in the department of science. she does most of the technical work, and she is extremely good at it. but then you also see the sheer contrasting cut from her head as soon as her heart is involved, because raven is someone who is heavily connected to the heart. throughout the episode she is a bundle of neuroses, and by the end she not just experiences something for herself, but we enter a new direction in her arc that also affects how she deals with others from now on.

one of the most notable moments is this one:

yes, the scene in which adria dies in luna’s arms is the one that forces raven’s head to flare, because as much as she has been right about the medicine, it’s clear that - in that hard-hitting moment - she wishes it actually had worked to save adria’s life. but this scene right here (see caps above) is the one that hits me the most, because there is so much maturity in raven’s decision to stay in medical after that first-hand experience. not just as a leader, but as a person.

the camera clearly spends time to focus on the dead grounders. already wrapped up and all, and it also shows who was there with them until they died - abby, nyko, luna and raven. and here is my deal with the entire sequence:

adria is luna’s child (not literal), and luna is not raven’s friend (i hope that will change soon), but raven chooses to owe responsibility to her previous decision and be there for the infected people; decides to barrel herself right into a series of brutal first-hand experiences (everyone dies except for luna); pulls herself together to help. raven, pretty much like abby, or nyko, shares the sadness for others here, but instead of going back to work (that passion is shakeble for her after all) she lets herself be stripped from a certain innocence she used to have in the beginning of the ep, when she called “the decision between who gets to live and die” clarke’s speciality, and feels the full force of loss and leadership. she doesn’t close herself off, but is ready to make that step forward, with the people, with abby. and it all just speaks volumes for her character and her emotional, personal growth. now the world looks even more different for her and she is there with everyone, every step of the way. not hiding, but present.

it’s clear that she will have to make more hard decisions, this is only the first step after all, but i am so excited to see it all. she is truly stepping up.

knz-sweetpea  asked:

I worked farmers markets since I was 11 or 12 and man. I learned two skills that I use to this day. One being, counting back change. Two, how to innocently and politely make people feel like idiots. "What's the price on this salmon steak" Me:"oh I'm not sure I just started working here, what's the sign in front of the salmon say?"😂😂

Mwhahaha! You’re the best kind of evil and I LOVE IT! Teach us how to sass like you because that is just awesome. -Abby

Reunion

Title: ‘Reunion’
TV Show: The 100
Rating: General
Summary: Marcus makes it back inside the bunker, but runs into a problem he didn’t expect. Totally baseless next episode fic that will doubtless be completely discounted by tomorrow :)

(I wrote this at work because it was a long day today and I guess this was at the top of my mind)

Marcus finds Abby pretty much where he expects, in the bunker’s version of Medical, deep in the lower levels.

She’s moving crates when he walks quietly through the door – medical supplies, he assumes, though whether from the bunker itself or whatever is left of their meagre stash scavenged from Mount Weather he can’t tell. They have years to set up in this place, but it’s typical of Abby that she would start right away, throw herself into her work without a second thought.

She looks tired.

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anonymous asked:

What are your favorite kabby fanfics?

Hey, nonny! This took me forever to answer, and I’m really sorry about that. I have a lot of favorite fics, so I’ll limit this list to my top ten favorites. This only features fics on AO3, but I know there are plenty of amazing ones to be found on Tumblr that I can’t locate right now (or can’t locate on AO3). If you want, you can check out my fic rec tag to find some that are Tumblr-bound! 

In no particular order, here are the ones to which I return over and over again:

1. The Life You Make in the Ruins by @kane-and-griffin - this is the fic that got me started writing fanfiction. Honestly, this was a life-changing experience for me, and I have reread it at LEAST five or six times. It’s beautiful. Modern AU where Jake and Callie die in a car crash and Marcus and Abby are left to raise their kids; Bellamy, Clarke and Octavia. 

2. A Flower in Autumn by @beautiful-rebellious-sunflower - OH MY GOD, I can’t even describe the amount of feelings I have regarding this fic. I’mma start crying, no joke. Period/regency era AU isn’t usually my thing, but this is beautifully written, perfectly in-character (Alice’s Abby Griffin could literally have walked off the show and into this fic, and as Abby trash, this delights me) and the romance is dazzling. 

3. Through the Wire by noblydonedonnadoble - another of my earlier reads in the Kabby fandom that stuck with me for over a year. The writing strikes a delicate balance between comedy and drama, and it rises above the simple “fake dating AU” trope. Of course, I’m trash for fake dating AU, so…I was destined to love this. Modern/fake dating AU where Abby needs a date for her brother’s wedding, and Marcus Kane is the solution to that problem.

4. Everyone Can See It by @beautiful-rebellious-sunflower - look, I’m just trash for everything Alice writes. But this I especially love because it shows other people’s perspectives on Marcus and Abby’s relationship, something I haven’t often seen in this fandom. Not to mention that, as before, every character is perfectly translated from screen to page. While it’s not completed, the status doesn’t affect the rest of the piece because they’re a series of interconnected one-shots. It’s amazing.

5. I Need You So Much Closer by @skaihefamarcus - if you want good smut, this is some Grade A smut. I recommend everything of Kate’s, even though there are a few things of hers that I think live only on Tumblr? If you search her blog, you can probably find them. Written for a Valentine’s exchange, this fic takes place after Marcus returns from Polis in S4. AU in which Marcus and Abby are actually reunited instead of remaining separated forever, and Abby is…well, really happy to see him. *wink*

6. Haiplana by @kane-and-griffin - the fic that makes everyone’s rec lists, and for good reason. I mean, it has everything. Abby wearing a gorgeous grounder dress? Check. Actual interaction between Marcus and Lexa, of which we were so horribly deprived on the show? Check. Epic, sizzling sexual tension? CHECK. Canon-compliant S3 oneshot where Abby and Marcus attend a grounder feast in Polis. 

7. Wonderwall by @fandammit - I LOVE. THIS FIC. Well really I love anything Lelanie writes, but this fic especially. It does a spectacular job of not only building an entire modern AU backstory between Marcus and Abby, but in explaining why they hated each other, slowly brings them back together. Not to mention that Lelanie is literally #writergoals and I constantly have to restrain myself from yelling at her to explain her witchcraft secrets for writing so beautifully. :P Modern AU where Marcus and Abby meet at their high school reunion. 

8. Femme Aux Phlox by @brittanias - another amazingly well-written fic that made me cry. An amazing storyline (better than what we got on the show, tbh) and utterly, amazingly beautiful. Canon-compliant S3 fic that addresses Abby losing the Chancellorship and what that does to their relationship. Hint: Abby needs somewhere to live, and Marcus Kane’s door is open. 

9. There Will Be Time by @shefollowedfires - another beautiful canon-compliant fic. Emily’s characterization is on-point, and the language she uses is just beautiful. I swear, I’m a little jealous of the precision of her words and the loveliness of her writing. (Also, she’s one of the coolest people on the planet and makes lovely gifsets. Besides the point). Canon-compliant, Marcus and Abby find a cute little cottage in the woods and have some much-needed alone time.

10. We Had It Good There For Awhile by @kane-and-griffin - I have never seen The West Wing, but that didn’t stop me from reading this at 4 a.m. the night it was posted and then crying my eyes out over it. You really don’t have to know the show to read and love it - I mean, it probably helps if you know the background - but it’s by no means necessary to appreciate the amazingness of this storyline. West Wing/Political AU where Abby is the White House Press Secretary and Marcus is the White House Communications Director.

…so, there you go! Emily’s long, rambly list of favorite fics. Hope I helped you out, nonny! Like I said, these are only the ones I’ve bookmarked/read a thousand times on AO3, and I know there are many awesome ones here that are in my tag or I forgot to mention. All the writers in this fandom are extremely talented, and I’m thankful and honored to be part of it. 

(hold me close) ‘til the night turns gray

Or, how ebf thinks the Kabby accidental honeymoon might have started. And also the scar-kink fic I threatened @shefollowedfires and @marcuskanc with. Set between 4x01 and 4x02, and obviously here be smut // NSFW stuff. Title from “Hold Me Close” by Overcoats.

For the third night in a row, Abby slips into the spacious room Marcus has claimed as home while they’re in the tower, medical bag in hand. She knows damned well  that he’s a competent grown man and could change the bandages around his wrists easily enough, but she’s desperate for reasons to be alone with him and this one looks respectable enough on paper. She’s not sure which of his other traits will define him on Earth, but his tendency for weird injuries is growing a reputation and Abby sees no harm in using that to her advantage.

No harm, either, in a few lingering kisses before she leaves and wanders back to her own bedroom down the hall. But no more than that either.

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kepzandme  asked:

Ash, what does Oliver think of Jon's concept that "if dad is crying everything is doomed, can't handle, oh my god" . Is Oliver aware of Jon's mindset of "if dad's here and he's strong and he's still holding on we are all going to be okay. But oh god Dad looks slightly on the verge of showing an emotion, we are all going to die" ? It's one of the most fascinating things about Jon. Has it changed since he himself became the arrow?

Oliver:

It’s funny, most people think of Jon as the more emotionally resilient of my kids and Abby as the one who needs a gentler approach. To some extent, that’s true. I’ve said things to Jon that would have scared the hell out of Abby or left her absolutely crushed. But when I yell at Jon, it rolls right off him, and within a few hours he’s back doing the next pain in the ass thing.

But since they were little, I’ve been more careful with Jon to preserve the illusion that Dad is an all-powerful superman. Every time I let it falter, he looks uncharacteristically freaked.

Abby, in contrast, has always reacted with empathy. Precocious empathy, even.

In the few years since Jon has been in the field, I think he’s started to wrap his head around the fact that I am not now and never have been invincible. He’s grown up a lot in the hood. This is just one of the ways.

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I received the Anon above (screencap top left). Anon, the last time Sam and Abbie were paired together publicly was when they both posted clay shooting pics on IG in November of 2015. First, Abbie posted a picture on IG of her going clay shooting. Then AFTER Abbie posted her clay shooting pic, Sam posted one too. That’s when the fandom knew they were still together. I couldn’t find Abbie’s now deleted pic, but I posted two pics Sam posted, and also a comment left on Sam’s IG pic that confirms Abbie also posted one. In addition, I’m showing comments from ES blogs referencing Abbie posting a clay shooting pic, along with Sam. As you can see, not much has changed—here we are almost TWO YEARS after the ES made these horrible comments about Abbie, and the ES are making the exact same comments about Mackenzie. Same as it ever was. 

So, the above is PROOF that Sam and Abbie were still together mid-November 2015, but by Christmas 2015/New Year’s 2016, Sam was in Thailand alone. Sam himself, Nell Hudson and the Muay Thai gym guy all posted that Sam was in Thailand for Christmas 2015/New Year’s 2016. Abbie posted from London. So Sam and Abbie broke up sometime between the end of November 2015 to December 2015. Sam was not linked to anyone after Abbie and before Mackenzie.

The first sighting we have of Sam with Mackenzie is April 1, 2016 at the Guns N Roses concert in Los Angeles, where eyewitnesses saw them holding hands and leaving together. I’m pretty sure, Sam and Mackenzie started talking again in the early part of 2016 (they originally met in October 2014), then she had to grapple with having to end things with Billy, her boyfriend at the time, eventually Sam’s Scottish charm won, as it always does, 😎 and Mackenzie and Billy broke up, and TMGD swooped in…the rest, as they say, is history. Go Samzie, over 18 months strong! 💘

anonymous asked:

I'M SORRY I NEED TO SCREAM AT SOMEONE ABOUT JAHA. WHAT WAS JAHA EVEN DOING HE RECREATED THE ARK HE SLID SO SMOOTH INTO THAT CHAIR LIKE NO ONE WOULD EVEN NOTICE HE WAS SUDDENLY CHANCELLOR AGAIN LIKE MARCUS WAS A GOOD MAN SO SORRY ABBS WE'RE COOL THO RIGHT. SRSLY WHAT. ABBY STABBING HIM IN THAT MOMENT WAS ALL OF US. HOW COULD HE EVEN DELUDE HIMSELF THAT SHE WOULD LISTEN TO THAT. HOW DID HE EVEN KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE MY GOD THE GALL OF THAT MAN FUCKING JAHA.

LISTEN

NO

LISTEN

I FUCKING LOVED THIS THOUGH

ALL GODDAMN SEASON JAHA HAS BEEN PLAYING LIKE HE’S CHANGED, LIKE HE’S ALL RATIONAL AND HE SUPPORTS CLARKE AND HE’S USEFUL AT UNEXPECTED TIMES AND WE ALL LET OUR GUARD DOWN, CLARKE INCLUDED, HE WAS SMOOTH AS A FUCKING SNAKE AND PULLED A LONG CON ON BOTH CLARKE AND THE AUDIENCE BECAUSE HE HASN’T CHANGED ONE FUCKING BIT, HE IS THE SAME RUTHLESS AND BRILLIANT AND PERSUASIVE MOTHERFUCKER HE ALWAYS WAS, BUT KANE AND ABBY HAVE CHANGED AND AREN’T GOING TO JUST FOLLOW HIM AUTOMATICALLY NOW AND THE POWER STRUGGLE IN THE NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA BE LIKE SEASON ONE REDUX AND I’M SO! FUCKING! HERE FOR IT!

I love you all.

I’m just going to be blunt about this……

I’m going to an inpatient mental hospital tonight.

I’ve been struggling with a lot of personal stuff for a long time… Stuff that fucked me up on a molecular level. Some of you might know what it is, some might not. I’m not going to say it here. The yancrit community became a sort of escape for me. It was a way to make friends. I’ve made some amazing friends here, people that I’ll cherish for my whole life. It was also a way to share my ideas, which I liked and it helped me focus all the bad nervous energy I have into something constructive. As my blog grew, I became happier. I was making friends, and people loved a lot of my ideas. That all changed after the Koumi crit blog thing. That was my fault, but it was the start. I wasn’t panicking, but there was always this deep rooted fear of being judged. Next was the Abby thing. I was actually one of the people to directly debate her on the comment she made and was the one who made her realize she’d made a mistake. She apologized, and we talked over PM. I won’t post those put of respect for her privacy. I don’t agree with a lot of her opinions, but after talking to her I started to realize she wasn’t a malicious person. I didn’t defend her opinions at all, but I defended her right as a human being to have those opinions and spoke up when I saw people spreading false info on her. I didn’t get any direct hate, but I could sense some tenseness from other crits. I was even more fearful of being judged. And after all the recent discourse and drama, I’m done. I’m not deleting, but I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know exactly when I’ll be back, but I promise I will be back. I love you all, but it’s too much for me. This blog went from being an escape to being another thing to escape from. Bye. Please stay safe.

anonymous asked:

Ok but Andreil where Neil is high from getting his wisdom teeth out??

Neil sat in the waiting room, trying desperately to ignore the agitated foxes around him.
“You’re sure you don’t want the drugs?”
“They’re great, Neil, I’m telling you.”
He sighed and put down the magazine.
“I’m fine with just having it numbed. It’s cheaper that way.” The Foxes had taken turns telling him about their own experiences with the drugs they gave you. Nicky said he’d had to be removed because he wouldn’t stop singing and annoying the other patients. He wasn’t afraid of singing, but no matter how comfortable he’d become with his new family, he didn’t want to have all of his inhibitions taken away in front of them.
“Neil, really, the school insurance will cover it, nothing would be coming out of any of our pockets.” Abby gave him a pat on the shoulder. She was the only one he thought should technically be there, being the only health professional, but he had asked Andrew to come so no one in the office would bother him if they knew about his past, and the others invited themselves along.
“Mr. Josten?” A smiling middle aged doctor entered. “We’re ready for you now.”
Abby made the others stay put, something Andrew especially was unhappy about, and followed Neil into the small room that seemed to only have one dental chair and a small cabinet and counter. It was hardly the surgical chamber he had expected. Abby stood by the door while he got in his place, the doctor putting on gloves.
“So, would you like the shot or the drip?”
“The shots are fine.”
She nodded sagely. “My bravest son got that one too. The others couldn’t handle it.” She removed a large needle from a drawer. “Alright, so we’re going to put one through the roof of your mouth, and one an inch in along each of your gums. How does that sound?”
After everything Neil had gone through, a few needles shouldn’t have been so bad, but now that he was safe he didn’t like the idea of unnecessary pain, especially not needles going through the roof of his mouth. He looked to Abby, who smiled back knowingly.
“Actually, I think he would like the drip better. Is that alright?”
The doctor nodded and began setting up an IV with a much smaller needle. Neil wondered if they got kickbacks from how much extra the drip cost.
“Not a problem. Now Neil, you’ll feel a slight pinch at first but that will only last a second. It won’t kick in right away so don’t worry if you don’t feel anything at first. Before you know it, you’ll be out.”
He watched the needle go in and, as she had said, did not feel anything. He looked to Abby again, wanting to ask if he could at least watch practice tonight if he couldn’t play, but he found her face seemed to be stretching infinitely before and behind her, the door twisting into unnatural shapes next to her. She waved the five hands attached to her arm, and he was gone.

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A little something something because I miss Ichabbie and I weep for the roommate tropes we will probably never had but should have gotten.

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Control

Abbie wasn’t going to let him get away with this anymore. She was fed up.

The frequency of coming home and seeing him with his feet kicked up on her coffee table, yelling into a headset and playing Call of Duty was wearing on her.

It was Thursday. Shondaland day. No way was Ichabod going to make her miss Scandal again because he was tea bagging some soldier in a video game.

She walked up behind him quietly and before he knew it she had snatched the PlayStation controller out of his hand.

“I warned you Crane.” She waved the controller teasingly and took off running down the hallway as fast as her small feet could take her. She felt his heavy footfalls and knew he was coming after her

“Lieutenant! I insist you unhand that remote control device at once!”

Abbie barely made it into her room before he caught her, shutting the door and jumping onto her bed. She shoved the controller under a pillow. He opened the door and stood in the doorway with his hand out and eyebrow cocked.

“Lieutenant, if you please…”

Abbie smiled, on the brink of laughter, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have it,” she showed her empty hands, “Must have lost it…” She shrugged, trying to look nonchalant and failing.

“Guess you’ll just have to TGIT it with me tonight instead of killing your little buddies online…”

She expected him to sigh, to give up and walk away like usual. But he surprised her and climbed onto the bed towards her. She was lost in the thought of how damn good he looked prowling towards her that it took her a moment to realize he was not coming for her, but for her pillows.

“Hey!” She protested as he began throwing her pillows off the bed and onto the the floor . She sat up and off the pillow hiding the controller to stop him and he reached behind her, triumphant in his findings.

“A ha!”

Ichabod held the item aloft, teasing her and Abbie, not one to accept defeat easily,reached out and tickled his ribs. He was so startled by her touch he dropped it and she easily scooped it up again,hiding it behind her back as she fell onto the comforter.

“Cheater!” He exclaimed laughing as he kneeled over her looking for a way to break her. He tried poking her side and tickling her neck,her ribs but she maintained her composure.

“I’m not ticklish,” she proclaimed, “You’ll never win.”

“Is that a challenge?” Something in his eyes flashed and Abbie felt the entire energy in the room change. Her heart started to beat fast in her chest as he looked at her.

“Yes.”

“You know I can never say ‘No’ to a challenge…” His hands glided down from her ribs and rested on the edge of her blouse. She held her breath as he pushed up the fabric to reveal the skin underneath, taut and smooth.

“Perhaps here?” His fingers didn’t tickle her, instead one drew achingly light circles on her abdomen, skirting dangerously close to her panties. God she could feel herself getting wetter with every pass he did around her belly button. She wanted him. She was sure he wanted her.

Fuck this shit, she thought as she pulled him into a kiss, her legs falling open in welcome.

She pulled the controller out of her back and onto the floor as they deepened the kiss. If it was broken he just have to buy a new one.

First Impressions

Prompt: Could you write a one-shot where the reader is a new agent and she transferred from the BAU to NCIS and Tony starts to flirt with her and such, but then she revels that she likes McGee and Tony’s just there like “What? McDork?” Or something along those lines?

Requester: here-to-wreck-havok

Words: 754

Warnings: None

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This Might Be The Last Time

A Kwon Jiyong/G-Dragon Fanfiction

Summary: You’d just wanted to dance away your worries, let the music take you to better places. But when you meet Kwon Jiyong in the new club in town, you never imagined ‘better places’ would be so easy to find, and so difficult to hold onto.

Chapter summary: You discuss with Abbie your night with Jiyong, and going back to the club.

Chapter type: Slight Angst and Fluff

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.

Chapter 4 (Coming soon)

Chapter 3

‘Okay… he’s rich….so what?’ Abbie asks, as she lounges on your sofa, cup of tea in hand whilst you pace your small lounge.

'No, he wasn’t just rich, okay? He was like, mega star rich, like freaking Eminem rich.’ you say, raising your eyebrows at her as you pause your pacing, seeing her roll her eyes at you which makes you keep going.

'So what if he’s rich, surely thats a good thing, like 'woop woop, I shagged a rich person, now I can sue them for all their money’’ she laughs and you frown at her.

'Abbie…thats just rude. Besides…i had a good time…’ you say looking at the floor to hide your smile, hearing her shift on the sofa as she tries to see your face, gasping and making you look up.

'You like him!’ she shouts and you grab a cushion and hit her with it.

'Oh My God, NO! Look, it was a one night stand, nothing else! Even if he did leave me his number-’

'WHAT?! HE LEFT YOU HIS NUMBER?!?! You go girl!’ she squeals and you widen your eyes, hitting her with the pillow again, trying to get her to shut up.

'Can you just shut up!?’ you say, slumping onto the sofa and rubbing your face, peeking between your fingers to see her grinning at you, her smile reminding you of Jiyong and you shake your head, trying to get rid of the image.

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Closer - Part 2  (Peter Parker x Reader)

(GIF IS NOT MINE!) 

A/N: Hi guys! I just wanted to say I am super sorry for the wait and sorry that this isn’t the best, it’s gonna get so much better from here though omg. I’ve been super busy with college and other personal stuff but I have so much more stuff coming it’s so gonna be worth the wait. ALSO! This is based after Civil War, so Peter has had his powers for a while! Just letting you know!!

Warnings: Violence? School Party.

Word Count: 1,421

Part 1  Part 3   Part 4


You had walked away from Peter and Ned so fast. Quickly running into the house slamming the glass door behind you. The house was full of smoke, people chatting loud over the music. You looked around and everything seemed normal, and then you spotted Abby, but then something caught your eye.

It happened so quickly, at first you didn’t notice it but then you did. Three guys in all black hoodies it clearly over their faces so you couldn’t tell who they were and they were all split up. Then one pulled out a gun,

And then there was a pop of a gun.

Everyone inside the house was screaming, running frantically, the music cut off, another pop, and screaming got louder. You started to get pushed, people running into you and not caring the damage they did.

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hello anyone who is still here! i’ve decided to change my url in a Rebirth sorta way hgjgjfj and start fresh-ish. there will still be 1d content as i lov them forever, but i wanna blog about more things that make me happy! hopefully introduce them to you! if you don’t like them it’s okay! i’m happy :~)

thank you!

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Clexa fic Recommendations

I’ve been reading a crazy amount of clexa fanfiction the whole summer so I’ve decided to share some of my favorites.

MULTI-CHAPTER: 

•  The Terminal by coeur-d'astronaute [Chapters: 7/?] [au]  

It starts one day, stranded in an airport.

You See the Smile That’s On My Mouth (it’s hiding the words that don’t come out) by Heartshapedcandy [Chapters: 3 / 4] [au]

It takes Clarke and Lexa about five seconds to fall in love, but it takes them way too long to realize it. This is that way-too-long…..Or a story in which Clarke and Lexa kiss too much and communicate too little.

Wonderland by clarkesquad [Chapters: 1/?] [au]

the one where lexa is a bit of a closet case, clarke is her painfully attractive roommate, and raven has a bad case of The Feelings for octavia. everyone is supposedly “just friends”. or, the boarding school au.

When Love becomes the reason  by clarkesquad [Chapters: 3/7] [au]

Clexa Fake Dating AU. The one where it’s not a love story, it’s a story of a girl who needs a plus one for her brother’s wedding (and a girl who needs to be at that wedding).

Spoilers: It’s a love story. It’s always a love story.

Lexa, No by BlackHelix [Chapters: 14/?]

Clarke swears that once she finds out who is supplying the Commander these lines, she’ll kill them…Lexa, however, is determined to get this right even if she doesn’t understand half of what she is told.

These walls are paper thin by Danistalley12 [Chapters: 14/14 - Completed] [au]

Lexa was deep into her last year of law school and her life was finally beginning to stabilise. She was happy keeping to herself and her few friends, preferring to have as little contact with the rest of the world as possible. That was until she began receiving the mail of the girl who had moved into the apartment next to her and that’s when things began to change.

Fearless  by lordvoldyfarts [Chapters: 3 / ?] [au]

Clarke needs someone to help with gas money. Lexa needs a ride home. They both need a way to escape. Clearly, a road trip across the country is the only solution.

That Western Skyline  by snowtamale [Chapters: 8 /18] [au]

“Clarke wants to hate California. She wants to hate it because the only reason she’s even here is that her father died, leaving her mom, the constantly busy doctor to raise Clarke alone. California, Abby promises, will be different. Abby is one of the department heads meaning less emergency surgeries and more time to spend with Clarke.”

Clarke starts her senior year at a new school in California. She might be developing a crush on the girl next door who is the overachieving field hockey team captain and her ride to school. Now if only she can get into college and repair the tenuous relationship she has with her mother.

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Please Don’t Go

          Pairing: Kabby <3 

         Summary: Everything changes when Marcus and Abby return from Polis, but Marcus doesn’t know why. Confused and hurt, he begins to re-evaluate their relationship while worrying for her well-being. 

         Author’s Note: THIS IS ANGSTY, because that’s just the way I live my life. If you’re looking for something to blame for this, blame the promo for 3x13. And if you tilt your head and squint, there’s a reference to one of my favorite fics in here. :) There’s also a throwaway mention of Sinclair because HE! ISN’T! DEAD!

         Marcus Kane didn’t want to believe it.

          He didn’t want to acknowledge the validity of the singular, persistent thought that exploded in head like the sound of a gunshot. But the longer it stayed there and grew, rooting itself among his other daily considerations, the more pointless it was to ignore it.

           Abby was avoiding him.

           It started the day they returned from Polis, when she and Jackson had gone straight to Medical to help the rest of their people whose necks still contained Jaha’s vicious chip. He’d held her hand tightly throughout the course of the journey, hoping to at least see a smile form on her lips, but he hadn’t been so lucky.

           They paused in front of the disguised escape panel in the wall, and as he glanced at the airbrushed metal and fading yellow paint he was overwhelmed with memories of the last time they’d been there. How hopeful they’d been, contrasted with how hesitant they were now.

           May we meet again.

           We will.

           Marcus knew neither one of them could have anticipated how the hands of fate would guide them back to each other. If he had, he would’ve never let her stay behind: that was a guilt he’d hold in his chest for years. The scars on his hands and legs burned, but the regret he felt over that simple moment was a knife to his heart.

           “Marcus, thank you for protecting Clarke,” she’d said before disappearing down the hallway that would take her from his side for what he’d assumed would only be the next few hours. A lock of hair fluttered into her eyes, but it couldn’t quite mask the vacancy of her gaze. “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

           “You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and trailing his fingers up and down her back. She stepped away from him after a few short seconds, flinching in his embrace as if his touch blistered her skin.

           “I’ll talk to you later,” she said, her voice a hollow monotone.

           Four days had passed, and ‘later’ hadn’t arrived.

           He’d have been a fool, he thought, to think nothing would change between them when they returned: Abby was too kind, too gentle to be unaffected by the atrocities ALIE forced her to commit. But as the hands of the clock moved forward, increasing his uncertainty and disease with every rhythmic click, he wondered if he’d also been a fool to hope she’d trust him to help ease her pain.

          After all, he’d caused her no small amounts of agony in the past. The times he’d arrested her on the Ark, nearly floated her, refused to send a search party when they made it to the ground, shocklashed her…the list was extensive and detailed. His heart told him she’d forgiven him for the horrible things he’d done, that she understood he’d sooner die than hurt her again, but his head whispered a sentiment he desperately hoped was untrue.

           She could never love you. Not after all the things you’ve done.

           That sadistic voice had been quieted for a precious few days after they’d said goodbye, but it began to yell again when her demeanor shifted. Perhaps her time under the influence of the chip had forced her to see him differently. It was true that many of the things she’d done under ALIE’s influence, he’d done of his own free will in order to uphold the Ark’s laws. Perhaps she thought he was a monster.

           She could never love you now.

          It was that nagging doubt that kept him awake that first night, tossing and turning as the shadows lengthened and shortened around him.

          Days later, the hours crawled past as he sat reading at the small desk in the corner of his room. He had seen her today, if only briefly – he’d admit that was all his heart could handle. Marcus had asked her around sunset if she was planning on getting any rest, and she told him simply that she’d hand control of Medical over to the recently ALIE-free Jackson in an hour.

          Then she told him she had patients to see.

          She barely left Medical. The door to her room was always open, but the lights were off and the bed was perfectly made. He didn’t want to make assumptions, but it appeared as though she hadn’t so much as set foot in her quarters since they’d gotten back.

         It was as if she were Chancellor again, sacrificing sleep for the good of her people. But this time, she seemed to have decided she was better off without Marcus’ help.

        He tilted his head and sighed, the sound muffled by the sheer depth of his exhaustion. His insomnia had stunted the rest he knew he needed, and the cuts that littered his hands and feet were more raw than usual tonight. Going to Medical to ask for medicine wasn’t an option: there were people who needed help far more urgently than he did. But if he was this exhausted, this weary, he could only imagine how she was feeling.

           Dammit, he thought in a rush of uncharacteristic annoyance. Abby, you’re not doing this again.

           Even if she didn’t want him, she couldn’t stop him from worrying about her.

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