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Kabby prompt au

Marcus kane is a writer, not published yet. He sits in a coffee shop writing every morning all morning from 6 am to 11 am. Until one morning a beautiful woman walks in. At first he watches her every morning writes about her. Then she walks by when he's not paying attention and asks what he's writing just being curious and he smiles up at her and tells her just a book he was working on. She asks him if she can sit down and he nods in approval before she sits with her coffee and coat in hand. She reaches across the table and shakes his hand. "I'm Abby Griffin." She introduces. He smiles and shakes her hand back. "Marcus Kane." They smile at each other for a moment and she asks," So are you a published arthur or..??" She asks and e smiles and chuckles down to his lap. "No, I wish, But no. I write for my own pleasure. Im actually a photographer. I take photos and videos for family get togethers, high school reunions,and so on." She leans back fascinated. "Well, thats creative. I'm a physician and surgeon." She says and he laughs with her. They talk every morning from 8 to 11. Then one day she asks to read one of his writings he obliges and hands her one of his old ones. "Wow, Marcus. This is amazing, maybe you should send it in. Or find a publisher because this is great." She praises and he blushes and looks down. After months of this he finally asks her out after him and her exchanging life stories he decides hey I think Im falling for her. They go out have a great time and he takes her home that night. He meets her daughter and Clarke like him and he is happy. This continues with dates every friday and morning routine of talking. Shes falling for him and hes falling for her. Until one date after a two weeks of dating he kisses her. He's the kind of man that has to know you well before locking lips. Things take a turn for the best and they end up in bed. Its passionate, thrilling, amazing in every way, and can only be described as love. Weeks after that with the same routine except this time theres love making involved. One morning at the coffee shop she walks in early and hes writing. She asks what hes writing and he says," Its about a girl who turned my life around in the most positive way." She smiles and he turns it iver to her and she reads and with teary eyes she leans over and kissing him realizing the girls her. Their in love so He asks her to marry him. You decide how he does but id say on a romantic date under the stars on a beach.

Kane & Abby | Let me love you

How Henry Ian Cusick Cheered Me Up Today

Okay guys so I know this is most likely irelevant to you or something but this makes me happy. So earlier today I was at my families house for a get together and we had almost the whole family in one house. Now, my family is huge so that’s a lot of people. All my cousins were there so we stayed outside most of the time and talked or played football (soccer). I brought my guitar and played a few tunes for everyone hear and there but I didn’t sing until after we ate. I sung the song Lego House by Ed Sheeran. So after that we were all outside and popping fireworks in the back yard. I sat alone because I wasn’t feeling it. My cousin JJ comes over and sits beside me and we start talking and all of the sudden in this serious conversation I smile. She’s like we’re talking about the relative we lost and your smiling. I said it’s nothing I was just thinking of someone who always brings a smile to my face. She nodded most likely thinking it was my boyfriend or something and she stood cause someone called her and she walked off patting me on the shoulder before she disappeared. The funny thing is the only person who could make me feel better in a time of grieving (and you all are going to think I’m crazy but it’s true) is an actor. JJ started talking about how we need hope in this time and my mind immediately went to Henry Ian Cusick. And for some reason thinking of his smile, his laugh, his eyes…. made me smile… he made me happy when no one else could… if Ian only knew what he does for people… for me. That’s when I knew for a fact what I feel for this man I could never have and will never have is way deeper than infatuation… I love him and he will never know and probably will never care but he did something for me today and I thank him for that… thank you Ian your amazing even when you don’t know it.

Crying

I just want to say...

Can we just appreciate for a moment that we’ve been so blessed with a mature and believable couple who have blown us away not just in chemistry but in story and not overplaying or getting into the ruts usually gotten into by other tv shows. But creating a ship that is matured and built on trust, care and devotion, a ship that has had a rough past but they’ve moved past it by working together and forgiving each other. That they’ve become each other’s soul and heart that neither one is complete without the other. I love Kabby so much. And I love all you guys in our little Kabby family. 

Omfg trueeeee

the 100

Me.... that's all o can say... me

There are three types of people

-Those who stay up all night reading fan fiction.

-Those who stay up all night writing fan fiction.

-And those who do both.

Lol so meeee

That awkward moment when you’re talking and you realize no one cares about what you’re saying.

@maybeimnotcrazy yeah omg that's so me!

My friends: 

*Bringing boyfriend home for Christmas*  

*Gets engaged*  

*Has yet another fling*

Me: 

Hopes Marcus Kane is under the Christmas tree

He's such a little puppy

Henry Ian Cusick at the Just Let Go premiere (trailer)

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With a little help (1/2)

[A/N: Set in some nebulous, peaceful post-S4 future. For the @kabby-holiday-fun prompt - family feels.]

He’s putting his newly bought supplies from the fruit vendor in his pack when he feels Octavia’s hard stare at his back. He turns towards her and tilts his head, a questioning look in his eyes to meet her piercing stare.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t correct her.”

He furrows his brow in confusion.

“What?”

She motions towards the older grounder woman in the vendor stall behind them.

“You didn’t correct her when she called Abby your wife.”

He looks at Octavia for a long moment.

“Ah,” he finally says when it becomes obvious that she isn’t just going to let it go.

“You guys didn’t…” A look of hurt flashes across her face, quickly replaced by a practiced look of indifference. “I mean, I know I’m away a lot, so - .”

He shakes his head and reaches over to lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“We didn’t get married since I last saw you. I just - .” He pauses and looks at Octavia, trying to find a way to explain that girlfriend seems too juvenile and temporary a thing to describe what Abby is to him, while partner is too sterile and unassuming to encompass all that she means. He shrugs as he levels the pack of supplies on his shoulder. “I don’t really know the word for what Abby and I are to one another.”

She huffs at that, though he knows he doesn’t imagine the look of relief on her face. After a moment, he sees a sly look blossom across her features.

“So,” she begins, elongating the oh sound, “I actually think the word you’re looking for is married.” He shakes his head at that and begins walking towards the bread stall at the far end of the market. She keeps pace with him and elbows him sharply below his ribs. “C’mon, Kane. You know you two were pretty much married even before you officially got together.”

He doesn’t say anything at that, mostly because he can’t really disagree with any sort of conviction. He stops to look over the wares at a metal-working stall, hoping to distract Octavia with the wicked looking weapons that are hanging up before them.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. She simply stops next to him and turns away from the stall to face him, bouncing on the balls of her feet.   

“So, are you gonna ask her?”

He blinks rapidly at her before rearranging his features into something approaching nonchalant.

“Well, according to you, we’ve been married for about a year already, so.” He lifts a shoulder in a casual half-shrug and continues looking at the metalwork in front of them.

She blows out an impatient breath and rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, but you guys should, you know, do it up proper. Make it official.”

He turns and raises an eyebrow at her.

“I never expected you to be into taking the proper route.”

She shrugs at that, a ghost of a grin on her lips.

“Well,” she admits, “it’s not for everyone.” She catches him looking at two intricately wrought rings laid out on the table in front of them and grins sharply at him. “But it seems right for the two of you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long, expectant moment. Octavia doesn’t either, simply fixes him with a weighty stare and waits.

Finally, he turns towards her with a sigh.

“It just - it’s been - I mean, we just haven’t had the time to even talk about getting married.” He shakes his head and gives her a wry grin. “We have been a little bit preoccupied.”  

“But it’s a possibility?”

He tilts his head, considering. Between saving the world and keeping Arkadia running, quiet moments of personal introspection have been few and far-between. Still, he won’t deny the appeal of hearing Abby referred to as his wife; can’t, really, seeing as Octavia’s just caught him relishing it firsthand.

“It’s somewhere between a possibility and a plan,” he finally says with a smile.

She nods slowly, an inscrutable look on her face.

“I’ll take that - for now.”

He laughs out loud at that.

“Glad I could meet your standard.”

The corner of her mouth turns up in a half smile as she knocks her shoulder into his.

“Just, you know, I do wanna be there whenever you guys decide to make it official.”

He smiles down at her and nods.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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My love Marcus Kane

Fic: Wrapped in the Warmth of You (Loving Every Breath of You)

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Kabby

Word Count:2201

Warnings: Smutty goodness

(A/N: Okay well, this is an early Christmas present for you all, since the response to my previous post about it was really lovely. I want to thank everyone for making me feel so welcome here this past year, I’ve never felt so comfortable and happy in a fandom before. The Kabby Squad is my family, my home, on Tumblr. You guys, and this ship, made me want to write again, and gave me the confidence to post it. This is especially for @abbykomskaikru whose post here inspired me to write this, and who is an all round wonderful, beautiful, talented person, who I’m honoured to call my friend. Merry Christmas, Em. Also, the strategically placed gif I’ve used was made by the amazing @purplelephantsarewrong I hope it’s alright that I used it.)

He’s not quite sure how he ended up here.

Marcus is fairly certain that, after waking up from the City of Light - after the pain returned and the memories flooded his mind; after he broke down in Abby’s arms, relieved and horrified, and Octavia killed Pike, and the confusion and the chaos had eventually been subdued enough that they were fairly sure the grounders wouldn’t murder Skaikru in their sleep - his body had gone into shock.

The hot water is seeping into his aching muscles and joints, his skin flushing red as the blood rises to the surface, but he looks down at the holes in his wrists and it’s like they are someone else’s hands. Hands that held a gun and shot at innocent people, his friends; hands that wrapped around Bellamy’s throat to squeeze the life out of him… Marcus shudders at the memory, and when he lowers his hands into the water, the pain is far away, but he relishes in what little he can feel. The pain means it’s real, and he deserves it.

Beyond this dimly lit room, Polis is quiet; a city struck by devastation, now, like him, too tired and broken to do anything but take stock of it’s wounds in silence. The white strips of cloth that serve as a curtain across the wide window flutter every now and then, stirring in a gentle breeze that makes the candles flicker and raises goosebumps over his arms. He feels the urge to lie down fully; the tub is certainly big enough for him to do so without bending his knees. To sink beneath the surface and submerge himself, surrounded by warmth, until the world is muted, like being in the womb.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t hear her enter, nor approach the tub, until she kneels down next to his head, and reaches out to brush the scruff of his cheek.

Weiterlesen

insp.

Thank you, no one listens!

302 // S4 Trailer

#AKA people don’t take Marcus “too good for this world” Kane’s advice and shit goes downhill.

Me: *has like 200 books that I want to read*

Me: God, I wish I had time to read

Also me: *reads fanfiction all day all night*