Okay, dear internet. I had to stop at 250. I had to stop because we need to talk about this.
Because I have to wrap my brain around this. It's wild. It's so wild.
Colin finds out Pen is Lady Whistledown. They argue about it for an hour in the carriage. (And I was like... oh no... not the carriage.)
Pen is like - I don't even know this man. Colin is like -- asshat.
And then, you know, making out as one does.
We get this moment --
Except - it's an entire paragraph about Penelope stroking his hair while deep in thought about how it feels like his sister Eloise's hair.
That's when I lost it, you guys. I just lost it.
This book is absurd. It is so utterly absurd.
(It's not in that this is what these airport paperback, bodice ripper romances do.)
And then the proposal. Which is on brand - done in anger like the rest of Colin's reactions.
It's so ridiculous. Honestly, I kind of love the absurdity of it. Like you just have to go with it. But I also love that the show made something truly beautiful out of this insanity.
“Okay but I swear on my life that one looks like a chocolate sundae with rainbow sprinkles and three cherries on top,” Nik insisted as her hand hovered in the air, one finger outstretched to point at a particularly shapeless cloud. Don’t ask how she knew the specifics with so much confidence--- even if she was pulling the description out of her ass (which she was) she’d vow it to be the truth until her last breath. "And that one over there is clearly the spittin’ image of Gerard Butler... P.S. I Love You version, not Bounty Hunter even if both are as equally delicious as the other.”
Dean: okay listen up folks we have a serious situation here, as you know when we reach a location I will be conducting a security sweep, also from now on we will be using code names you can address me as eagle one, Lisa! code name, been there done that! Castiel is, currently doing that. Amara is, it happened once in a dream. Anna code name, if I had to pick a girl. Sam is..eagle two.
This week’s Communal Kitchen post: Michigan Seems Like a Dream / Every Lover is a Soldier
We’re posting a day early this week as a Valentine’s Day gift to all our readers! And BOY are we bringing the smut!
Michigan Seems Like a Dream is the next multi-chapter story. This one is a little more silly and light-hearted than @tisfan‘s usual angstfest. ;)
This week’s chapter starts with Bucky distracting Tony on a mission with horrible pickup lines and phone sex. (This chapter is like half-smut, half-plot. Sex-averse readers... I’m sorry. Skip the 2nd section, and then just stop reading toward the end when they start talking about the shower.)
And we also have a stand-alone PWP, Every Lover is a Soldier for you! This is being posted a little out of sync of the timeline (it will actually take place a few months after the conclusion of Michigan Seems Like a Dream), but we wanted something extra-spicy for you for Valentine’s Day. Enjoy!
note: this is a short bellarke fanfic inspired by @bellamybb‘s post :-)
It killed him to leave her side when the end was so close. But he had faith in her. He had faith in Abby. And so, he left, back to Arkadia to await the medicine – or the end of the world. It has been two weeks since, and with each passing day, he regretted it a little more.
When he caught side of the blonde hair in the rover, his heart did a little tumble. Calm down, he thought. It might not even be her. Nevertheless, he left his post and ran towards the gates. The closer he got, the clearer she became. It was her! He stopped in his tracks, suddenly not knowing what he was planning to do once he got there. Why, welcome her back, of course. If she came home early, that could only mean good news, right?
Before he found the answer to his question, their eyes met. She was searching for me. He first saw relief in her eyes, then grief. Her shoulders dropped as she let out a breath she has been holding. Their mission has failed. She broke the eye contact with him as she turned towards Kane.
He watched as people started gathering around her, asking her questions she had no answers to. She looked so tired, so defeated. Instinct had him running towards her, shielding her from the people with his body and telling everyone to give her some time to rest before demanding answers.
When everyone has returned to their posts, he turned to face her. She was still looking at the ground, but it didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that she was there in front of him again. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her as tight as he allowed himself to. It took a few seconds before he felt her arms tighten around his waist, but when she did, it felt like she was clinging on to the only thing that would keep her from drowning.
He hated himself in that moment – more so than ever. Why did he even agree to come back to Arkadia? He should have been with her when the test results were out. He should have been there to comfort her. He should have been there by her side. How many times has she said it? She needed him, and he wasn’t around when she needed him most.
He hugged her tighter and they stayed like that, perhaps a few moments longer than people usually would. When they separated, he cupped her face in his hands and leaned forward, making sure they were eye-to-eye.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” he whispered, his voice soft.
She forced a small smile and replied, “I knew you would.”
The smile disappeared all too quickly. He found himself stroking her cheek with his thumb. Stop that.
After a short silence, she took a ragged breath and started to say something else. “Bellamy… I–” Then her voice broke, and he saw her lip tremble the way it did when she was about to cry. Oh, for the love of god. Before he could stop himself, he kissed her.
He kissed her like he was breathing fresh air for the first time, gently at first to savour the taste, but harder as he craved for more. He poured all his emotions, all the unspoken words into it, and was pleasantly surprised when she returned the kiss. After what seemed like forever, they broke apart to come up for air. There were tear streaks on both their faces and there was no need for any more words. They were clear about how each other felt. Still, he wanted to say it.
“Clarke,” he started saying. “I–”
“I love you, Bellamy Blake.” There was light and warmth in her eyes now, even if it was only for this moment.
He grinned as he shook his head. “I love you, Clark Griffin,” he continued, “And I have for a long time.”
He pulled her in for another hug and she buried her face in his shoulder. “What now, Bellamy?” she asked, echoing the question he’d once asked her.
“Now, we survive.” He knew she would never stop trying to find a way, and now that both of them were clear about their feelings, he knew that he would do whatever it took to let her see another sunrise.
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. “I don’t get ties.” Alaric looked down at his bundle of a mess as Sebastian helped to untangle and retie it properly. Fancy dressing was not something he was used to. Mud and hay and twigs and animal poop? He can deal with all that. A suit? That’s his worst nightmare. He pouted as he tried to learn, seeing the hands skillfully whizz through the actions and before he knew it, he was tugging it up to tighten it around his neck. Why are ties so tight? He should just get a clip on bow tie next time. He looked up at the man and flashed a grin, almost too thankful for saving his life and having to be formal. “Thanks Seb, really. Now... how do formal dinners go again? Why are there so many forks?”
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