hi friends. tumblr terminated my blog griffinskane a couple of months ago for no apparent reason so i've created this new one. if you could reblog this to spread the word i would really appreciate it. and if you come across any of my old edits i would love it if you could dm me the links.
Kabby + “I’m just scared that you’ll leave me one day”
Oh my heart this prompt happened at a perfect time and um... I’m probably projecting a lot through this fic but here we are. Modern AU, PG-ish, and also on AO3.
He’s gotten distant lately.
She shouldn’t be worried, she knows - all the years they’ve existed in each other’s lives, the past three as unexpectedly close friends and the past two as on-and-off lovers, Marcus has never given her reason to suspect something terrible. She trusts him, she trusted him even back when she hated him, and she knows what darkness to watch for. She herself has fought those wars, and that’s not what’s wrong.
Maybe, Abby thinks, maybe she’s just overreacting again.
There’s been no reason to formalize what they are. They’re too old for cute labels, too jaded to call it love, too damaged for commitment. But at the same time she doesn’t fear a falling-out. This undefined thing between them is solid and beautiful, and it will last as long as she does, and that’s okay. She just wonders...
"Are you okay?” she asks. It’s a Thursday night, she’s at his place because she’s not feeling like being alone, they’ll probably have sex later but right now they’re just enjoying each other’s company and a bottle of cheap white wine. She’s comfortable like this, curled up on his couch with no expectations or pressure, and yet-
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he replies. Big mistake.
She knows how she gets sometimes, knows it’s overkill and her partner is especially less than fond of how she handles stressful situations, but she can’t help it. Overwhelming worry is the purest way she knows to show affection, and she’s been good at keeping quiet about it with him. No point in poking the beast, but-
“Which means you’ve either done something stupid or you’re about to,” she mutters, adding frustration to the mix. “You could just tell me now and make both of our lives that much easier.”
“It’s not that, Abby. It’s more like... I’m scared that you’ll leave me one day. That this won’t last.”
She laughs. She knows that’s an inappropriate reaction at best, but this is such a thoroughly him scenario and she should’ve seen it sooner. Of course this is how he handles an insecurity, of course this is how he wrangles feelings he doesn’t have words for. He’s been in her life long enough to be predictable, and the obvious was right in front of her face and she ignored it anyways, and-
“I’m not planning on going anywhere, Marcus.”
“But you will. You could do better than this.”
“How?!” She is halfway tempted to deal with this conversation by crossing the space between them and kissing him breathless, but that seems like an easy way out and she can’t. Not yet.
“You’re... I don’t know. But you could.”
“Maybe. But maybe I don’t want to. Maybe this is enough.”
“You don’t sound all that sure of yourself.”
“I’m too tired to be a bitch right now. I’d love to have this fight, and I’d love the aftermath sex, but... not tonight. Too tired for this.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
Oh, hell with this. She shifts her position on the couch, rolls her body and leans over and kisses him. Not as fire as she wants to, but in a way she thinks makes it damn clear she’s not going anywhere.
“You feel like home,” she murmurs, resting her head on the curve of his neck. “Maybe that’s love, maybe it isn’t. I think we’re too old to care about that kind of detail. What I know is... whatever this is, it makes me happy. You make me happy. And I am not going to let that slip away. Is that enough?”
He responds by kissing her, slow gentle not-going-anywhere, and she supposes that’s a yes.
There are conversations yet to be had, and choices to be made, and confessions that hang heavy in the air around them. But for the moment, Abby straddles her lover and leans down for a desperate kiss and decides that all of that can wait a little while longer.
a fanmix inspired by a fanmix of an AU created by the wonderful @shefollowedfires where Abby Griffin goes dark after the loss of Marcus Kane and her daughter, Clarke Griffin
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okay but jaha throwing jake in abby's face only for her to turn around and go NOT THIS TIME like??? i'm emotional?? she's learned from her mistakes, forgiven herself, and moved forward. *she's* turned a page, too.
the fact that he played the Jake card as though he thought she would be like “OH, YOU’RE RIGHT THELONIOUS, THAT WORKED OUT WELL LAST TIME, LET’S DO IT AGAIN” and instead she motherfucking stabbed him??????? It was so glorious.
Hi friend! Just curious - what's your first name? I have a thing about referring to my mutuals by their names and you're one of my faves and it's getting exhausting typing out your whole URL every time I talk about you and your work (it's a lot)???? YOU'RE A WOMAN OF MYSTERY
Oh, sure! My name is actually part of my url on my main blog so I often forget that it’s not in this one :P
It’s Alice, much though I enjoy the idea of being a ~woman of mystery~