#we deserve a smiling darcy

[firawren]

Darcy is not a grump

Darcy gets a bad rap as being glum and cranky, and while he does certainly have those moments, and he has a serious personality overall, he actually smiles a lot in the book, and all but one of those times are before his "transformation" from a dick to a nice guy!

So who is actually the most glum Austen hero? I searched the online texts of each of the six novels to find out, then made this chart:

Things I found interesting in my research:

Darcy is actually more cheerful than most Austen heroes!

Darcy is described as expressing cheer twice as much as Bingley. In fact, Bingley is described as explicitly smiling zero times!

Knightley, who I always think of as being pretty serious, is actually the second most cheerful guy out of the whole lot

Edmund, who deserves to be sad because he sucks, is far and away the happiest hero, damn it

Only Bingley, Henry, Knightley, and Edmund laugh

Now obviously, the length of each book and the amount of time each character appears greatly affects this. For instance, Bingley gets far less page-time than Darcy, so it makes sense that we hear about his emotions far less—of course I am not suggesting that Bingley's temperament is actually more serious than Darcy's. I'm also certain that Henry Tilney would have won out over Edmund as the most cheerful hero if Northanger Abbey was as long as Mansfield Park is; NA is only about 77k words, while MP is twice as long at 159k words. Plus, MP spends a lot more time in the man's POV than most of the novels do. If I was a statistician, I would find a way to adjust for these factors, but even I am not that nerdy.

My full notes are under the cut, if you're a complete Janeite nerd like me and want to dig into my non-scientific data.

Edward: 1 smile, 1 description of surroundings that "exceedingly pleased him", 1 "heard with pleasure", 2 cheerful; total 5

Bingley: 0 smiles!!!, 1 "expression of half-laughing alarm," 1 laugh, 1 pleased, 1 "expressed great pleasure" but might be polite figure of speech, 1 "looking both pleased and embarrassed," 1 "ease and cheerfulness", 1 "was all grateful pleasure" but not sure if accurate/sincere; total 6

Wentworth: 2 smiles, 1 "little smile," 1 "half smiling," 1 "almost a smile," 1 "artificial" smile, 1 "smiles reined in" which I think applies to both W and Anne, 1 assumed laughing as part of a group, 1 joined a walk with pleasure; total 7

Brandon: 1 "faint smile," 1 "tried to smile", part of 1 "every body laugh", 1 pleased, 1 received civilities with pleasure, 1 pleasure "will be very great", 1 "his open pleasure in meeting her", 1 "engaged with pleasure", 2 cheerful; total 8

Darcy: 8 smiles, 1 "a sort of smile," 1 "smile of affected incredulity" when E's talking about Wickham during the proposal, 1 "expression of heartfelt delight", 1 "delighted with their engagement", 1 meditating with pleasure on fine eyes, 1 thinking cheerfully; total 13

Henry: 8 smiles, 1 "endeavouring not to smile," 1 "set smile" but he's trying to be funny, part of 1 "everybody smiled", 1 laugh, 1 "you are laughing" said by C directed at H but the narrator doesn't say he's laughing or smiling but he certainly is teasing, part of 1 group laugh, 2 times being amused, 2 delighted with C, 1 "pleasure of finding nothing to detain me" but unsure if polite figure of speech: total 19

Knightley: 14 smiles, 1 "reproachful smile," 1 "trying not to smile and succeeded without difficulty," 1 "she forced him to smile," 1 "trying not to smile," 1 laugh, 2 pleased, 1 amused, 1 feeling of "delightful assurance", 1 pleasure, 1 "pleasure always" re: being with Jane, 1 "chat of pleasure", 1 cheerful: total 23

Edmund: 10 smiles, 1 "you may smile" said by Mary directed at E, 1 "serious smile," 1 smile by "the three others" but I can't tell if E is one of those three, 1 "smile that did not sit easy," 1 smile that seems to be from E but might be from F, part of 1 group laugh but F thinks E is struggling to be cheerful but is successful, part of 1 group laugh off-page, 1 laugh, 1 pleased, 1 amused, 2 delighted, 1 "delightful happiness", 4 pleasure, part of 2 group pleasure, part of 3 cheerful groups, 3 cheerful: total 32

I counted every mention of a smile, laugh, or looking amused or pleased, or having delight or pleasure, or being cheerful. If there was a mention of everybody or a group smiling or laughing, and the guy was part of the group, I counted it. "Faint smiles" and the like are counted, as are instances where the guy is trying to not smile, but I did not count any time the narrator said the guy tried to smile, forced a smile, laughed bitterly, etc.—only genuine cheer, however small, counts! I also did not count any instance of the guy expressing "his pleasure" when it was clear it was just a polite figure of speech.

Searched for: smile/ing, laugh, amuse, pleased, pleasure, delight, cheerful, happy countenance, happy face, happy look, happy expression, look of happiness, expression of happiness

Did not search: gay, gaiety, joy, felicity, merry, merriment, or happy/happiness without modifiers, because this already took way too many hours (yes, hours) as it was!

#we deserve a smiling darcy #jane austen characters #jane austen men #jane austen #mr darcy #pride and prejudice #mr bingley #mr knightley #emma #edward ferrars #colonel brandon #sense and sensibility #captain wentworth #persuasion #mr tilney #northanger abbey #edmund bertram #mansfield park #literary analysis #chart #my stuff

[jayden-killer]

Just read your Steven headcanons and I’m currently sobbing in the corner. Could I request a headcanon list where he actually has a partner? Like a person who will hold him when he cries and just GIVE HIM THE AFFECTION HE DESERVES 😭😭😭

Anon, OFC U CAN! I'm feeling super romantic today, so consider yourself lucky *winks* now, enjoy your request!^^

STEVEN GRANT WITH A S/O HEADCANONS.

• Dating Steven is like dating Mr. Darcy in real life. He's a gentleman, respectful in your whises and boundaries, and doesn't indulge in things you don't want to. He actually cares. And of course, he loves you. He will do anything to show you how much you mean to him.

• His love language is physical contact and words of affirmation. Both are important to him. He's a very cuddly lover. Always stealing glances, whispering how lovely you are today, while even brushing his calloused thumb on your hand palm.

• In his no moments, he needs to be held. Someone needs to remind him that he matters and that it is okay to let out the bottled-up emotions. We know his childhood and Marc's. Hold him tight next to your chest, let him hear your heartbeat and caress gently his hair. "You're good, Steven, you're good. I'm here. I won't hurt you like the others did."

• You'll share cute moments in the rain, picturing yourselves in a 'La La Land' scene!!

• Or also quiet moments where, the two of you, are cuddling under a warm blanket and reading the books you've bought while being on a "bookstore date".

• Won't mind if you both share your shampoos. So you can smell each other perfume and giggle about it.

• If you are that close to each other and move in his apartment, he'll probably buy another fish and put it in Gus' tank. So now he'll have another companion and won't be alone anymore!

• At the beginning of your relationship, Marc and Jake weren't absolutely fond of you. Don't blame them. They've been backstabbed many times (let's mention the comics too...) and don't want Steven, the most fragile, to experience something like this anymore. Give them time, let them be close to you, and know you, and they will open with each small step.

• If you're a student, he would help you with your assignments/homework. Prepare you your favourite drink. But if you need to be alone and focus on your papers, he'll shush himself up with no hesitations.

• Your guys' official song is: Late Night Talking by Harry Styles.

• He prefers to be held in bed. He is the little spoon. Enjoys your body's warmth and nuzzles his nose in your neck, sometimes leaving pecks on it and smiling at the thought of being so lucky to have found a loyal and loving partner as you.

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #oneshot #moonknight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x you #steven grant headcanons #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #moon knight x reader #moonknight headcanons #fluff #sfw

[sam24]

Hearts on Ice (2/2)

Series Summary: You absolutely loved shadowing at Dr. Framer's physical therapy clinic. Except for whenever Bucky Barnes, injured star hockey player, came in for his 4:30 appointments. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, creepy Brock Rumlow

enemies to lovers | college au | athlete bucky

part one

*****

Your mind raced with thoughts as you made your way back to your friends, hoping they wouldn’t notice the change in your mood.

“What happened? What did you say?” Wanda asked excitedly.

“Did you shove him?” Natasha leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You opened your mouth to tell them that you couldn’t find Bucky, but the tears that started to form in your eyes spoke before you could.

“Oh, honey,” Wanda turned her body to face you, both girls grabbing onto your hands. “Is this a bathroom situation?”

You started to nod, but quickly shook your head. “No, we can’t leave. You wanted to watch Pietro’s game.”

“I can watch my dumb brother play dumb hockey any other day,” Wanda offered you a cheerful smile, holding her hand out.

“It’s Best Friend Bathroom Break!” Natasha tried to brighten the mood as they led you to the bathroom, earning a small chuckle out of you.

“Wow, wonderful alliteration, Shakespeare.” You wiped away tears.

In the bathroom, surrounded by the dull hum of hand dryers and the flushing of toilets, your friends formed a protective circle around you.

Natasha leaned against the sink, crossing her arms. “Alright, spill. What did that idiot do?”

You took a deep breath, recounting the scene with Bucky, the random girl, and his hurtful words. Wanda’s face shifted from concern to an expression of fiery determination, and Natasha’s eyes blazed with anger.

“That dickhead!” Natasha pounded on the sink, earning a couple glances. “Men are just unbelievable. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“He’s clearly still upset about what happened earlier,” Wanda drew soothing patterns on your skin, her voice much quieter than Natasha’s was. “He’s acting like this because he’s hurt, and he’s confused about his feelings. So he’s resorting to his popular hot boy facade. I’m not making any excuses for him, but I want you to understand that he didn’t mean anything he said. Don’t take his words to heart.”

You nodded, appreciating Wanda’s insight. It was a bittersweet realization that perhaps Bucky’s actions were fueled by his own inner turmoil . You chuckled weakly. “Best Friend Bathroom Break is turning into a therapy session.”

“Damn right,” Natasha flipped her hair dramatically. “Now, are we gonna let that asshat ruin your night?”

Wanda nudged you with a comforting smile. “Let’s turn this night around. We’re going to get back out there, enjoy the game, and have a blast at the party afterwards. Screw Bucky and his drama.”

🎕

You gripped Natasha’s arm, hoping she remembered the promise she made in the car to not lose you. As expected, Wanda was long gone, probably giggling somewhere with her British boyfriend, Vision, so you held onto Natasha like a vice.

You had already made accidental eye-contact with Bucky multiple times during the short time you had been here, and you absolutely refused to have Bucky see you alone, confirming his words that you were indeed a loner, so you hung onto your friend like a lifeline.

Natasha, being ever perceptive, flashed you a comforting grin and led you to a group of people standing together. You recognized some of them: Maria, Maria’s girlfriend, Carol Danvers from your humanities class, Jane Foster from writing, and Darcy Lewis from political science.

The group greeted you and Natasha excitedly, and Maria pulled you in for a tight hug. “Sorry I left you with Bucky for so long. My business went a bit into overtime.” She winked at her girlfriend, who pushed Maria with a giggle.

You pretended to throw up all over Maria’s jacket, and Darcy snorted. “Me too, girl. I’ve been stuck watching them grab each others’ asses for the past twenty minutes.”

“You’re just jealous you don’t have anyone to grab your ass.” Maria stuck her tongue out at Darcy.

“Quiet, peasant. I don’t allow anyone’s crusty hands anywhere near my scrumptious butt. It’s VIP only.” Darcy crossed her arms over her chest with a playful shove.

“Hey, I’m gonna go find a bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Natasha leaned into your ear.

“Yeah, sure. Want me to come?”

“Nah, it’s okay. I might ‘accidentally’ bump into Steve Rogers on my way there.” She winked at you and you poked annoyingly at her stomach.

“Ooo, someone’s got a cru-ush,” You sang teasingly, but were quickly shut up by a swift kick to the calf.

“Don’t get too lost!” Natasha called over her shoulder as she cat-walked away.

“I could say the same to you!” You called back. As you turned back around to join your friends in their conversation, you noticed Peter Quill in the corner of your eye, waving at you excitedly.

You waved back, a smile tugging at your lips at his childish expressions. You weren’t sure if you had any romantic feelings for him, but he sure would be a fun friend to have.

He beckoned for you to come to him, pointing at Scott and making a face, like I can’t stand this guy, come help me!

You laughed silently as Scott swatted at Peter’s hand, accompanied by a string of passionate-looking words. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go talk to someone real quick.”

“Don’t wander off too far!” Maria warned with a smirk. “Natasha would probably kill me if I lost her best friend.”

“I think I’ll be able to walk across the room just fine, Maria,” You said as you made your way over to Peter and Scott. As you dodged drunk college students and handsy couples, you accidentally bumped into a hard wall of muscle.

You turned around slowly, praying it wasn’t Bucky. It wasn’t. It was Brock Rumlow, who was looking you up and down in a way that made your skin crawl.

Bumping into Bucky would’ve been better.

The very first time you attended a hockey game with Wanda, she was quick to point out Brock on the ice and tell you to stay the hell away from him. Sure, she pointed out Bucky too, but that was just because he was a player. But according to her and Pietro, Brock was just flat out a creep.

“Sorry,” You apologized quickly, turning around in hopes of speed-walking away.

Long fingers grabbed your wrist harshly, forcing you back around. Oh, fuck me.

“Hold on,” Brock smirked evilly, which for some odd reason reminded you of a Disney villain. “I don’t recognize you.”

“Um, okay?” You half expected him to pull out an evil villain scroll to add your name to his hit list.

“You look so stiff, no wonder you’re running into everyone.” He looked you up and down once again, clearly judging the jeans and sweater you had on.

Before you could defend yourself and point out the fact that he was actually the first person you ran into today, he continued talking.

“No drink in your hand, wearing that, running into everyone,” Brock nudged you roughly. “I can tell this is your first party.”

You gave up on correcting him, knowing he would keep yapping. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take you under my wing. Wanna try some of this?” He sloshed the drink around in his cup, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“No, thanks. I don’t really drink.” You shrugged his arm off, taking a step back.You were honestly surprised he actually gave you the chance to speak.

“You don’t drink? And you’re at a college party?” He stepped closer. His breath smelled like stale beer. “Bullshit.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t either,” You shrugged. “Save your kidneys early on.” You shocked yourself with your calm demeanor, especially since your mind was racing and praying that Natasha would randomly show up and tackle this weirdo from behind. Or at least sic her hunky blond crush onto him.

He narrowed his eyes, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as Brock’s predatory gaze intensified. It was evident he wasn’t used to someone rejecting his advances, and the dangerous glint in his eyes sent warning signals through your body.

“Kidneys are overrated anyways,” he replied with a sinister chuckle, his attempt at humor sending a chill through the air. He leaned in closer, close enough for you to cringe at the feel of his beer and Dorito breath on your skin.

The dimly lit room provided little comfort as you gravely realized that absolutely no one was watching. No one cared. Panic surged through you. Despite the people bustling around you, jostling and bumping into you, no one paid any attention.

“C’mon, take a sip.” He raised the cup, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you still.

You writhed around, but his death grip had you firmly planted in place. “Don’t touch me!”

“Stop being lame,” Brock raised the cup to your lips. “Just a sip.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your body went numb.

Just as he started to tilt the cup, you managed to knock it out of his hand with your thrashing. The drink spilled all over his shirt, and his grip on you loosened in surprise. Seizing the opportunity, you quickly pushed yourself away from him. As he reached out to grab you again, you shocked yourself by sending a well-aimed elbow jab straight to his neck.

As he doubled over and held his neck, you kicked him in the balls, earning a painful groan out of him. Yet, the victory was short-lived. As you turned around to get the hell out of there, he stomped down on your foot, and you winced in pain.

He managed to grab your wrist once again, his eyes fiery with rage. “You bitch,” he snarled angrily, spit flying from his mouth.

He tugged at your arm violently, leading you behind him with a bruising grip. You tried to plant your feet firmly in the ground to stop, and he suddenly turned around, leaning dangerously close to your face.

“Stop fighting, sweetheart,” he sneered, grabbing your waist. “The less of a fight you put up now and the easier you make it for me, the nicer I’ll be to you upstairs in bed.”

You slapped him across the face with your free hand. “You’re disgusting.”

He winded his arm back with anger, but suddenly, there was a blur of motion. You were forcefully ripped out of Brock’s clutches, and a large frame was standing between you two, gripping Brock’s collar with white knuckles.

Bucky.

“The hell you think you’re doing, Rumlow?” The rage in his voice was enough to send a shiver through your body. Bucky’s words echoed through the room, and everyone looked over.

Great. Now they wanna look?

Brock smirked, looking weirdly amused despite being stared down by a fuming Bucky Barnes in front of a crowd of people. The atmosphere crackled with tension, a palpable sense of anticipation settling over the room. The music seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the low hum of conversations and gasps.

“I was just having a little fun with the new girl,” Brock replied, his tone insolent. “Sorry man, didn’t realize she was your whore.”

Faster than you could blink, Bucky delivered a swift, bone-rattling punch to Brock’s jaw that sent him stumbling backwards. The room erupted in gasps, cheers, and ‘Do it again, bro!’s as the blow connected with a merciless crack.

Bucky advanced, and you managed to catch a glimpse of his face, seeing a side you’ve never seen of him before.

His face was red with fury, his jaw was clenched with anger, and dangerous emotions danced across his face. The icy blue storm in his eyes brewed violently.

Your body was frozen in place as you watched Bucky throw punches repeatedly onto Brock, who was now on the floor. Bucky climbed on top of him, his giant shoulders covering Brock’s battered up face from your view.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Steve Rogers pushing through the crowd, towering over everyone, authority radiating off of him as people cleared his path. He seemed to be the only one brave enough to get in the way of Bucky’s wrath, reaching down to pull his best friend off of a writhing Rumlow.

Wanda and Natasha suddenly appeared on either side of you and each grabbed a hand, tugging you out of your daze.

“Come on honey, let’s go home,” Wanda said gently as the two girls led you to the front door, away from the fight.

“But Bucky-”

“He’ll be okay, just let him cool off,” Natasha reassured you.

You turned your head, catching a glimpse of Bucky thrashing mindlessly in Steve’s steady arms, a string of curses leaving his mouth that would make his mother smack him upside the head. He suddenly caught your gaze on him and he stopped flailing, his expression softening immediately with concern and care.

“Bucky,” you whispered quietly, knowing he wouldn’t have heard you, and you almost swore he whispered your name back.

Before you could succumb to your desire to run up to Bucky and smack him, tell him to stop looking at you like that, throw yourself into his embrace, and kiss him (yes, all in that order), Natasha’s comforting hand on the small of your back brought you back to reality as she led you out the door.

🎕

You glanced at the clock, your foot tapping and hands fidgeting.

4:27. Bucky should be here for his appointment in 3 minutes, assuming he was on time (which he usually wasn’t). You hoped his doctor had suddenly surprised him with a ‘Congrats! You don’t need physical therapy anymore!’ sometime earlier this week.

“Mr. Barnes will be here soon,” Dr. Framer said as he walked past you. “Could you go to the storage room and get some of the thicker resistance bands for his exercises while I finish up with Mrs. Davis?”

Thanks for crushing my hopes, Doc.

You obeyed the doctor, heading to the dimly lit storage closet and making a beeline for the resistance bands on the top shelf, but not before kicking a door stopper into the way so you wouldn’t get locked in.

You eyed the brown box on the top shelf, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to reach that. You looked around for help, but the dusty gray stepping stool that had a permanent home in the corner of the closet was nowhere to be found.

Screw it, you thought as you jumped for it, getting close every time but not quite being able to reach it. You hoped no one walked past the storage closet and saw you jumping up and down like a wasted rabbit, but of course, the universe was always against you.

“Need help?”

You spun around to see Bucky Barnes standing in the doorway, looking annoyingly amused. Your eyes immediately flickered down to his bruised up knuckles, and he seemed to notice, hastily shoving them into his pockets.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

Bucky, however, didn’t seem to mind your reply, strolling up to where you were standing and casually picking up the box off the shelf, placing it in your arms with a grin.

“Show off,” you grumbled.

The door suddenly shut with a loud slam, and you looked at Bucky in horror.

“Did you move the door stopper?”

“What door stopper?”

You groaned, dropping the box to bury your face in your hands. “Wonderful.”

“Calm down, Drama Queen. My phone’s right he-” Bucky patted his pockets, looking at you sheepishly. “I think I forgot it.”

“And mine’s in my bag,” you groaned.

“It’s fine, let’s just bang on the door. We’re right next to the waiting room anyways. The front desk lady will hear us.”

“Shannon never wears her hearing aids unless someone’s in the waiting room,” You shook your head. “She says everything sounds too annoying.”

“Fuck, no one’s in the waiting room, I just walked past.”

“And Dr. Framer’s finishing up with another patient right now,” you sighed, leaning against the shelf and sliding down onto the floor.

Bucky sat down on the floor next to you, and you pretended to ignore the slight flutter in your heart from the close proximity. Awkward tension filled the room as you both obviously were thinking about the same thing. You had so many things to say, to ask, to express, but nothing came out.

“Who the hell designed this stupid thing?” Bucky gestured towards the door.

“Probably someone with the same IQ level as you.” You caught the slight smile on Bucky’s face as you two fell back into the familiar comfort of arguing, ignoring the questions that were bound to be asked.

“Yeah sure, let’s see who’s still laughing once I break down this door with my athletic prowess and save the day.”

“How about we dial down on the heroic acts, superman.” You immediately regretted the words once they left your mouth. Bucky seemed to catch on to your unintentional reference to his fight with Rumlow. Tension filled the air once again, and you wanted to kick yourself.

“We, uh, should probably talk about that-” Bucky nervously rubbed his neck.

“I heard you and that girl talking after I left concessions,” you blurted out, unable to stop the word vomit.

Bucky grimaced, and you watched his eyes fill with guilt. “Yeah, I knew that would come back to bite me.”

“Care to explain, Barnes?” You looked over at him. “I honestly thought we were kind of getting along, but then you randomly got all pressed when Peter and Scott came in, and then you called me a nerd with no friends.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, the regret clear on his face. “Look, when that Quill guy came along and started flirting with you, I got . . . jealous.”

“Jealous?” Your eyebrows shot up. “Why? We aren’t even, uh, a thing.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been good with this stuff.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking down. “Seeing you with someone else just got under my skin, I guess. I saw you smiling at him and laughing at his jokes, and it got me all messed up. I wanted you to look at me the way you were looking at him.”

“Oh.” You were quiet for a bit. “What about with that girl?”

Bucky winced. “I was . . . saving face, I guess? I didn’t want to admit to myself that I was bothered by the Quill thing, so I pretended like I didn’t care.” He took a deep breath, turning to look you in the eye. Sunlight streaming from the small window in the corner danced on Bucky’s face with elegance, showing you something you’ve never seen on his face before.

Vulnerability.

“After I saw you and Quill, I guess I was just really upset, insecure, and confused about my own feelings for you, so I basically ran to someone else. And the first person I saw happened to be Dot. I just needed to feel wanted, you know? Like a sense of validation.”

You nodded slowly. “Look, Bucky, I get it. Emotions can be messy, and we don’t always make the best decision when we’re upset. But honesty goes a long way. You should've told me instead of running away. I had no idea what was going on inside your head.”

“I know.” Bucky looked ashamed as he fiddled with his fingers, his eyes trained down.

“But I’m really glad that you’re telling me this now.” You took his hand gently, an unfamiliar feeling rushing over you. It was the feeling of being able to do everything without fear when Bucky was by your side. His warm hand in yours was comforting, a connection that reassured you in ways words couldn’t express.

He scooted closer with a warm smile as you two settled into a comfortable silence, the low hum of the air conditioning being the only noise in the background.

“Look, Steve sat me down this weekend and knocked some sense into me. Then he called me Ma, and she knocked some sense into me too. I’ve been an idiot, but I’m working on it, for what it’s worth.”

Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Well it’s a good thing Steve has some sense to spare. I appreciate the effort, Bucky.”

“Yeah, he’s got plenty to go around,” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing gently across the back of your hand. “I want you to know that I really care about you. I want to make things right.”

As a smile spread across your face, he continued. “I don’t want you to think that I take you for granted. You mean a lot to me, and I want to be better. For you.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “You mean a lot to me, too, Bucky. More than I ever realized.”

“I thought you hated me,” Bucky teased with a smirk.

“I thought so too.” You sighed dramatically. “I guess I’ll have to get rid of my ‘How to Handle Bucky Barnes: The Irritating Assshat’ survival handbook now.”

“Impressive. Does it come with a ‘How to Handle my Irritating Crush on Bucky’ chapter?”

“That’s a work in progress.” You smirked. “Didn’t exactly expect to find myself having a heart-to-heart with you in a dusty closet.”

“Life’s full of surprises,” he remarked, a deep warmth in his eyes.

“And you, James Buchanan Barnes, are the most unexpected one,” you admitted, your tone softening.

“You stalker,” he gasped accusingly. “Digging through patient files to find my full name?”

“Oh biscuits,” you rolled your eyes. “Looks like you caught me.”

“If you wanted me that bad, you could’ve just asked, Doc.”

“I’ll be sure to add that lovely advice to the handbook. How does this sound: ‘Hey Bucky, I’ve secretly been harboring feelings for you. Wanna go make out in the storage closet?’ .”

“I’m pretty sure I would’ve appreciated the honesty,” he laughed.

“You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“Debatable.”

“I think you meant to say dateable.”

“You're pushing your luck, Barnes.” You nudged him playfully.

“Admit it. I’m growing on you.”

“Like a stubborn weed.”

“A weed you secretly enjoy having around.”

You feigned annoyance, but the giddy feelings in your chest told a different story. “Don’t get too comfortable, Barnes. You’ve still got a long way to win me over completely.”

“Challenge accepted.” He leaned his back against the shelf with a content sigh, smiling with closed eyes. After a moment of silence, Bucky scooted even closer, pressing his warm body against yours.

He grinned bashfully. “You’ve probably figured this out by now, but I really like you, Doc. Like I really really like you. Talking to you just feels so natural, you know? I feel . . . fuck I’m trash with words.” Bucky took a deep breath. “I feel at home. With you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You feel at home when I’m being mean to you?”

Bucky chuckled, the sound echoing in the cramped space. “It’s like . . . I don’t know, you challenge me. Keep me on my toes. But it’s not just that. It’s the way you are, the way you see things. I feel like I can be myself around you, no pretenses. Plus, I know you’ll call out all my bullshit. Like my mom and Steve.”

“That’s a tough crowd to be compared to,” you teased, feeling a pleasant warmth in your chest.

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, but you belong up there with them.”

You smiled, resting your head on Bucky’s shoulder. “I like you too, Barnes. Even though you annoy the crap out of me.”

Bucky laughed heartily. “Scout’s honor. You look so cute when you’re annoyed.” He gently raised your chin with his hands, dipping his head down to look you in the eyes. “All that fuckboy bullshit? I’m tired of it, baby. I only want you.”

“Are you sure you wanna be stuck with the bland vanilla, Barnes? Too late, no take backs.” You teased him playfully, ignoring the rapid beating of your heart.

“You’re more than just bland vanilla,” Bucky frowned, thinking. “You’re . . . spicy pistachio.”

You snorted at Bucky’s unexpected description. “Spicy pistachio? Is that your attempt at a compliment?”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Absolutely. It means you’re a rare and exciting flavor, something I didn’t know I needed until I tried.”

“Well I’m glad you’re such a fan of spicy pistachio, Barnes.”

“The biggest fan.” He looked at you with such gentle care, you thought you would melt under his gaze.

You shoved his shoulder roughly, averting yourself from his deep stare.

“What was that for?” He feigned a wince, just to give you some satisfaction.

“On behalf of Nat.” You just had to make sure you got the shove out of the way before your brain completely surrendered to his sweet talk.

He just smiled knowingly.

You couldn't help but glance down at his roughed-up knuckles, and guilt flooded through you. Bucky noticed, lifting your chin up once again with his gentle touch. The reassurance in his eyes said it all: Don't worry about it, baby.

“I never said thank you for what you did at the party last week.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said as he leaned in closer. “Just doing my job.”

“Your job?” You raised your eyebrows. “And what job might that be?”

Bucky’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Guardian of the spicy pistachio, of course.”

You laughed, your cheeks suddenly heating up when you realized how close Bucky’s face was to yours. He came in closer, if that was even possible, his eyes gazing into yours with deep admiration.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Only I can get you so riled up,” Bucky smirked. “It’s truly a gift.”

“Yeah,” your voice got quiet. You forgot the snarky reply you were about to retort back with. “Only you.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips.

“The spiked fruit punch at your party sucked,” you added as your brain malfunctioned. “It made Wanda sick.”

Bucky leaned closer. “Noted. I’ll let Thor know.”

“You should really consider investing in some Febreze. The whole place smelled like sweat.”

“Noted. I’ll tell Steve.” He leaned in a bit more, his lips almost brushing against yours.

Amidst the closeness, you couldn’t help but let out more observations as your mind raced. “Also, your playlist needs a serious upgrade. I think I heard ‘Eye of the Tiger’ at least three times.”

Bucky brought his hands up to rest on your cheeks, leaning in even closer. “Noted. I’ll tell Sam.”

“Just kiss me already.”

“Noted, baby.” Bucky finally closed the gap between you with a smile as your lips met in a sweet, long-awaited kiss. His soft lips moved gently and his thumbs caressed your cheeks lovingly.

The world outside the closet seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a moment suspended in time, finally acknowledging the feelings that had been swirling beneath the surface.

As the kiss deepened, you pulled away slightly, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You know, I think this is the most action this storage closet has seen in years. We should charge rent.”

Bucky chuckled against your lips, “In that case, we should give it a good show. You know, make the experience worth its money.”

Bucky pulled you into another kiss, his laughter merging into the warmth of the moment.

The door suddenly opened, light entering the dark closet as you and Bucky pulled apart frantically, scrambling for excuses. Dr. Framer was standing in the doorway with multiple emotions changing on his face. First surprise, then confusion, then a knowing smile directed at Bucky.

“You know, I could always tell you had a crush on her.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #college au #athletebucky #marvel fanfiction #protective bucky barnes

[thenewausten]

Jealous Quackity?

Thanks for the request!

Jealous Quackity: Pride and Prejudice.

I think he'd be a little childish when it comes to negative feelings like jealousy or pride, but this is something he'd work on himself to keep going on a healthy relationship with you.

Imagine like, you both were at a bar with some friends and a guy would come to talk to you while you were getting a drink to yourself with the barman. A few minutes later Alex'd approach you, hugging you from behind as he kisses your neck. "Hi." He'd whisper in your ear as you turn around to see your man's face. "Hi, Alex." You'd say, smiling awkwardly. "So... Y/N, we should talk about it later as I can see, right?" The man now behind you say and you turn back to him a little disappointed. "Sure... I'll call you. Thank you for listening to me, Bob." You let go off of Alex as you hug the man you were talking to before your boyfriend got in the way of the conversation.

"What were you guys talking about and why I couldn't listen to it?" Alex would ask, following you to the exit while you ignored him. "Hey, Y/N, I'm talking to you!" He'd say a little upset.

"That's the problem, Alex! I was almost convincing him to give me the fucking main role in the play he's writing and you came to talk to me! What's wrong with you?"

"How was I supposed to know it?!" He'd ask, now angry just like you were. "Did you want me to watch you talk to a random guy and continue chilling with the others in the table?"

"Yes, Alex! This is exactly what you should've done!" You answered him. Now you were beyond upset, like, what the actual fuck was happening with the boy you loved so much?! "I thought you trusted me."

"I do, but I'm not stupid." That's it. The part you hated the most in Alex, his pride. His damn pride. The man looked like Mr. Darcy of the new generation sometimes. You passed your hands on your face, frustrated. "Your pride is going to kill our relationship, Alex." You'd murmur walking to his car.

"My pride? I just wanted to see if you were okay!" He raises his voice so you can listen to him.

"That's not the point! You were jealous!" You turn to look at him, raising your voice aswell. "And I don't understand why because I never gave you any reason to!"

He rolled his eyes like he didn't believe what I said and I approached him. "When?!" You asked, looking at his beautiful brown eyes. Fuck, you're so mad.

"When what, Y/N?"

"When did I give you the reason to act like this?" You asked, he looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"I didn't say anything."

"So you assume I never gave you any reason to act like an asshole."

"No, I don't." He says.

"Just tell me when I did it, then." You said, tired as fuck to argue with your lover in the middle of a bar parking lot.

"I don't want to talk any more." He murmurs as he approaches his car. How a twenty-three years old man can be this childish?! I guess we'll never know.

"Then we're not talking again." You'd murmur as you open the door of his car to get in.

Unfortunately, you were at Mr. Darcy's house for the weekend and your apartment was in the other side of the city. Great. You're in the same situation as a Jane Austen character (I'm sorry it's stronger than me putting those references).

You didn't speak not even a thank you when Alex opened the front door of his house for you, you went to his bathroom to cry and take a shower thinking about what happened tonight.

When you got out of the shower you found Alex on the sofa. "Can we talk?" You didn't say anything, just looked at him. "You're right, amor." He whispers, looking you in the eyes as you approach him. "I was jealous not because you gave me reason to be, but because of my insecurities."

"Talk to me about it, then." You whisper as you sit beside him. "We have to figure it out, 'Lex. I don't want to lose you for something we can find a way out."

"I don't want to lose you either." He whispers as he grabs your hands. "I'm sorry, I feel like I don't deserve you sometimes and I end up acting like an idiot."

"Of course you deserve me, Alex. I'm with you because I want to, because I love you so fucking much! Don't let these thoughts get into your head, baby." You whisper as you pull his head gently on your chest, he hugs your waist and closes his eyes, listening to the sound of your beating heart.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispers. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"It's okay, Alex." You say as one of your hands caresses his hair and the other one his back. "I love you too, my love."

"I promise you I'll change, amor." He lifts his head to look at you, you hold his face in your hands and squeezes his cheeks, giving him a peck on the nose and then on his lips.

"I know you'll, babe."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

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#quackity fluff #quackity imagines #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackityhq #quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #qsmp brazil #qsmp

[flyinghassassin]

Secrets revealed

Summary: In which a really important secret is revelead.

Word count: 2500ish

Warnings: Smut(no gendered terms for readers genitalia),fluff,talks about murder,dark themes | Minors DNI

Masterlist

This is a second part of this work. (you can read this without reading the first part tho)

"I'm sorry for the loss that S.W.O.R.D. suffered, Monica. Hayward was an important figure in the organization," you said, offering Monica a cup of hot coffee. "The department will do everything possible to find the culprits."

"Thank you, Y/N. Hayward was not a great person, but it is our duty to find out why he died," she replied, drinking the coffee and throwing the cardboard cup in the trash.

"Who's going to be the director now?"

"They have chosen me." Monica smiled proudly.

"I'm happy for you, Rambeau," you said, hugging her. "You deserve it; let's hope that S.W.O.R.D. will do better under your command" You smiled "I'll let you know if we have any news; take care, Monica".

"Thank you, Y/N," replied the now-S.W.O.R.D. director.

You nodded and said goodbye to Monica, going to your office with your thermos in your hand while greeting the colleagues you saw.

Once in your office, you sat down in a comfortable chair and turned on your cell phone to check if you had any notifications.

After reviewing some reports and ordering some documents to send them to the rest of the department, you went to the autopsy room to check Hayward's corpse and offer your "help" to the coroner.

"Hey Darcy, how are you?"

"Surrounded by death."

You snorted

"That was a good one."

Thanks, Y/N. Coroner jokes never die."

"Well, what have you discovered in Hayward's corpse?"

"He was heavily attacked. Multiple cuts and puncture wounds," she said, showing you the wounds with her finger and carefully turning it so you could see his back.

"And that one there?" you asked, showing the stabbing you had done to him yourself. "It looks pretty deep," you added, feigning ignorance.

"That's right. Knife wound,as you can see. It was probably a kitchen knife. They embedded it almost all the way in and then twisted it,causing splintering of the vertebrae. Whoever did it knew what they were doing."

"And the cause of death? Exsanguination from all the wounds inflicted, I'm assuming."

"You're wrong, Y/N," she replied, turning Hayward so that he was resting on his back. "Gunshot wound,right in the middle of the head. Entrance wound," she pointed to the hole in the middle of his head, "and exit wound," she said,showing the back of his head.

"So,we have no chance of knowing what kind of weapon caused the wound until we do more tests, right?"

"Right. From the size, we can rule out shotguns, but the ballistic tests will give us more information."

"Perfect. Thanks, Darcy; call me if anything new comes up."

"Sure Y/N."

You were about to open the door to the forensic room to go to your office,but Darcy's voice stopped you.

"Y/N,hold on"

You turned around and looked at her questioningly.

"What's wrong, Darcy?"

"At the moment, it doesn't look like it's the "Scarlet Killer". It's not their MO,since despite the overkill,which the killer had in some murders, there are no signs of mystical powers, and the cause of death is a bullet,but you better not tell anyone. We can't worry the population any more and have them think we have two killers on the loose."

"Darcy,you know that's not right."

"I know, but it's orders from superiors. There's nothing we can do."

"I understand Darcy. Take care of yourself," you said, leaving the autopsy room.

After the conversation, you returned to your office and began working on the report on Hayward's death with the information Darcy had given you, highlighting details such as overkill or cause of death but leaving open the possibility that it was "The Scarlet Killer".

Hours later, you ate some food you had made, and one hour later, you received a call from one of the cadets working at the front desk, assisting people and registering complaints.

"Y/N,there's someone down here who wants to talk to you."

"Who is it?"

"She says her name is Wanda. Can she go up?"

"Yes, send her up. Thank you, West."

"No problem."

After a few minutes, you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in; the door is unlocked."

Wanda peeked through the door with a smile.

"Hello detective,you look good in your uniform," she said teasingly.

"Thank you, Wanda. What's the occasion for this visit?"

Wanda smiled and walked over to you, sitting on your lap and grabbing your face with her hands.

"I missed you. You left too soon," she said, pouting.

"Call of duty,sweetheart. You know I love spending mornings with you," you replied,caressing her hips gently. "I'll try to leave early this afternoon so we can be together."

Wanda hummed in appreciation and leaned back against your chest as your hands stroked her hair gently.

"What did you do this morning, honey? Even if I wasn't there because of work stuff,I'd like to know. You know I love it when you tell me how your day went."

"Since you weren't there, I had to kill time. Never better said," giggled Wanda.

"Wanda, I told you it wasn't safe for you to indulge in your "hobby" these days."

"Oh, don't be boring, honey."

"You know what they call you, Wands?"

"Oh,the department and S.W.O.R.D. have given me a nickname. I'm flattered." Wanda smiled darkly.

"They call you the "Scarlet Killer" ,Wanda. And soon,if you keep this up, you'll just be a number, and I'll lose you,and I don't want that to happen."

"Don't worry, Y/N,I promise nothing will happen to me. After all,I have certain skills," she said, wiggling her fingers in the air,which emanated the red aura of her powers.

"I know,I know,but be careful anyway."

"How protective,detka. Quite the big,strong detective who doesn't hesitate to protect me,", she said, grabbing your face and kissing you deeply.

Quickly,the kiss became wild, with your tongues battling for dominance and your hands grabbing Wanda's ass to pull her closer to you,while she grabbed the back of your neck to pull you even closer to her.

Wanda moaned into your mouth and began to grind against your thigh.

"You're quite an eager girl,aren't you, Wanda?" You grabbed her hips to help her grind against your thigh faster.

Wanda whimpered as her clit bumped against your knee,causing a high-pitched whine to come from her mouth.

"Go faster,Y/N,please," she said, grabbing your shoulders for balance.

"Really eager, huh, Wanda? Rubbing yourself against my thigh in my office The door is unlocked; anyone could walk in and see you in this state," you said,caressing the skin of her hips and nipping at her neck.

You pulled down Wanda's pants, revealing lace panties.

"You came prepared, huh, Wanda?" you grinned

Wanda whimpered and went faster, until she climaxed and slumped against your chest.

You moved the hair from her now-sweaty face and caressed the skin of her shoulders lovingly, trying to calm her accelerated breathing.

"I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too," said Wanda, relaxing against your chest as your arms embraced her. "I promise I'll be more careful from now on."

"Thank you," you said, kissing her head and stroking her hair,making her blush and making you giggle.

"What's so funny,detka?"

"We just had sex in my office, and now you're blushing because I'm giving you affection."

"Stop it," grumbled Wanda,blushing even more and gently smacking your chest.

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on your door.

"Y/L/N? It's West; I need to talk to you about the case."

"Give me a moment, West," you said as you gestured for Wanda to hide.

She quickly looked around for a place to hide, while you gestured to the cabinet in the corner of your office for her to hide.

She ignored your direction and, smirking, hid under your desk.

"West, you can come in now."

The door opened, and the young cadet appeared, a report in his hand.

"Dr.Lewis finished the autopsy report on Hayward. She told me to give it to you to add to your investigation."

"Thank you, West," you replied,as you felt Wanda's hands move up your pants until they reached your belt,which she quickly unbuckled,causing you to lightly tap Wanda with your foot.

"Do you have any new developments in the investigation?" asked West interested

"I can't tell you, West. I can't share the details with a newcomer," you replied, as you felt the fabric of your pants slide down your legs and Wanda's delicate hands pull your underwear down to your ankles.

"Oh,come on, Detective Y/L/N,just a little something," begged West. "It's a really important case for the department,and I'll really want to know something."

"West,you are just a rookie," you said,your breath hitching slightly when you felt Wanda's hands touch teasingly your crotch. "I don't know how things were done in your department, but here it's different."

"Come on, just telling me something won't do any harm."

Just as you were about to answer her, Wanda plunged her face into your crotch and began to lick, causing you to stifle a moan and clear your throat.

"I said no, and it's final. You can't expect things to be that easy, West."

Please, detective,the case is important. I was an important piece in my former department!"

"You said it yourself," you replied,as Wanda was busy making you come as fast as possible. "Things are different now. I don't want you to see me as an enemy or anything like that,but you must respect my decision." You finished speaking as Wanda added her fingers to the movements she was making with her tongue.

"Give me a chance,boss," he repeated,sounding sarcastic in her use of that term. "Or are you afraid I'll take your job?"

Enough," you said as Wanda increased the speed of her movements,causing you to have to disguise another moan as a mumbled curse. "Get out of my office," you added, your tone now angrier.

West complied and left, slamming the door.

Once he left, you looked down and grabbed Wanda's jaw.

"Get this job done; we'll talk at home about what's going to happen about this stunt you pulled."

Wanda obeyed, and after a few minutes, you came, and she quickly cleaned up the remains,pulling up your underwear and pants once she was done.

"You went by car, didn't you, Wanda?"

"Yes."

"Well, go home and wait until I get there; you know what position I want you to be in."

Wanda nodded and quickly left,not before kissing you deeply.

You worked for a while longer,finalizing some reports, and went on a quick patrol through some neighborhoods. After several hours, you returned home.

Wanda was waiting for you in your room, but not as you had told her.

She was half asleep, her hair scattered across the pillow as she snored softly.

You smiled to see her like that. Rarely did Wanda show herself in such a vulnerable position, even when she was with you.

You quickly showered and ate something, and after that, you laid down next to her, hugging her and resting your chin on her shoulder.

"Hey, pretty girl."

"Hi detka," came Wanda's sleepy reply. "You're early."

"I missed you. The little trick you did doesn't seem like the best thing you could do,but you're tired,so we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"You're such a softie."

"I don't think you'll say the same thing tomorrow when you're under me, whimpering."

"Sleep well, detka" replied Wanda,a small grin on her face.

"You too, Wanda."

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"It's too much," whined Wanda desperately.

"One more; you can take one more for me, right?" You said your fingers moving faster.

Wanda moaned and tried to move her hips against your fingers for more friction,but you stopped her.

"Tsk, tsk, Wanda,maybe I should stop."

N-No, please," she replied,her face contorting with pleasure.

Great!" you replied, smiling. "You can have one more."

Your fingers started to move faster, and you curved them, hitting her sweet spot, until she came on your fingers again.

"Clean them," you said, bringing your fingers closer to her mouth.

Wanda quickly obeyed,and once she cleaned them,you began to deposit kisses all over her body until you reached her mouth,kissing her softly.

"I love you," you said,pressing your forehead to hers.

"So do I," came Wanda's reply.

"Relax a little bit, okay? I'll run a bath to clean us up, and then I'll make some food," you said,getting out of bed and placing a kiss on her forehead.

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After the bath, you prepared food for Wanda and yourself while she talked about the last book she had read, a gift from you.

Then you went to work for a while while Wanda went for a walk.

You arrived at the department, and after chatting for a while with your favorite colleagues about the news of the day, you went to your office to continue your work.

After a few hours, you heard some commotion downstairs, so you quickly went downstairs to see what was going on.

"Hey, Linda, what's going on?"

"They've caught "The Scarlet Killer" detective."

Your mind went blank for a moment.

"Really?"

"Yes,it was West's doing; he said he had "a hunch" and caught her. To be honest, most of the department didn't think it was a woman."

"Thanks for filling me in, Linda," you said with a forced smile. "Can you have the suspect's report sent to me, please? I'm going to talk to her."

"Sure Y/LN."

"Thank you."

After you said goodbye, you went to the interrogation room,and thanks to your gab,you got five minutes alone with her with no cameras or microphones recording.

"Wanda,how the fuck did this happen?" You said this while looking at Wanda,who was handcuffed to a metal bar on the table.

"Y/N, the cameras."

"It's okay; we have five minutes alone. Tell me how it happened."

"I went for a walk in the park. I took a couple of pictures of a beatiful tree, and when I arrived, there were two police cars in front of our house. That cadet, West, or whatever his name is, came out of our house and arrested me,accusing me of being 'The Scarlet Killer'. He put me in a patrol car and drove me here."

"We need to work this out. I'll pull a couple of strings and get you a good lawyer to try to win the case."

"Detka,don't worry about it. I know the best lawyer possible."

"You do? And what's this lawyer's name?"

"Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff."

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda x reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff smut

[alewritesfics]

Excuses

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem! reader

Summary: Maybe all of his visits aren't exactly to see your brother

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: unedited, fluff, mentions of unrequited love (or is it) and I think that's all

Masterlist

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”

You once read that in a book, and could not help but relate to it.

The worst feeling you could ever feel is that, the one of unrequited love. The feeling of loving somebody and knowing that somebody does not feel the same for you.

It is ridiculous, that feeling that you get when you see him, when he takes a moment out of his day to even talk to you and ask you how you have been, leaving you happy that he even talked to you when you know he only did it out of courtesy. But you still lived for those moments.

Birds chirped, the sun hitting your face and the wind breezed your skin while you read one of your favorite romance books, the pages held carefully between your fingers.

You were immersed in the pages, paying zero attention to anything but the love story in front of you.

Pride and Prejudice.

Ever since you were little, you wished to live a love story of your own. You wished for the kind of love Mr. Darcy had for Elizabeth. One where a man loved you so deeply he would do anything for you. One where you were the only woman he could ever think about. It was all you could dream of.

But that was all it was, a dream.

Men in the society were nothing like the ones you read in books. They were arrogant, selfish, pompous bastards who cared nothing but to have a beautiful lady on their arm that made them look good.

You wanted someone kind, who didn’t care whether you were beautiful or not, that loved his family fiercely and protected his loved ones with everything he has, so they would not be hurt.

Someone who was affectionate and paid attention to the things you loved. Who took time out of his day to talk to you and ask you how was your day, and that he was interested in what you had to say.

And the only one you could think of that fit those requirements was your brother’s best friend. But even then, you doubted he had an interest in you.

You were Simon Basset’s younger sister, the Duke of Hastings. Or well, you were his half sister as his father remarried again once Simon was 9 years old in hopes of having a son who was not an ‘idiot’ as Simon’s father used to say but what a shock when instead of the son he desired so turned out to be the exact opposite and that was when he lost hope.

Simon, oh sweet Simon. He was the best brother you could ever ask for, of course he was very overprotective of you and would chase suitors who he thought did not deserve you away, which meant every single one, but you did not know what you would do without him

Even with you being his half sister, he cared very deeply for you and did not hate you for what his father did to him.

“You are still reading that?”

You snapped your head up coming face to face with the viscount. You held back a smile and slightly bowed your head feeling yourself starting to become giddy at his presence.

“Viscount Bridgerton” You greeted before looking back at your book, trying to appear uninterested “Not at all, I have finished it weeks ago but there is no harm in reading it again, is there?”

“Not at all” He shook his head “ but surely you do not enjoy reading the same thing over and over again, do you? I, for one, do not enjoy reading about silly things about love in silly books” you look at him in disbelief

“They are not silly, I think everything I read in these books are incredibly beautiful, and yes, I do enjoy reading these things” you responded “Why did you even decide to come outside to judge the books I read? My brother is inside in his study, go and bother him instead”

He let out a laugh “ Now why would I do that when you are here just waiting for me to bless you with my presence” you glare at him making him laugh once again “okay, I already fulfilled my purpose, now I will leave, I will see you later, princess” he winked at you before starting to walk back to your home

You make sure he is inside the house before you smile widely, shaking your head remembering the encounter.

You could not even count on both of your hands the number of times Anthony has been on your home the past few weeks. It would seem as if he was also living here from the how much he frequents here. Even if Simon was not present, he would still appear to keep you company for a few hours, chaperoned of course. If you did not know better, you would have assumed he appeared constantly at the Hastings House just to see you but of course, you did know better.

But you cannot even complain, you certainly did not mind seeing him around your home. You did not mind one bit.

It had not even been 2 days before the viscount appeared once more in your home. You were not surprised to say the least.

“Back once more?” You said when you saw him walk through the door, walking down the stairs. He turned towards you and smiled “It seems as if this is your home from how frequent you are seen here now a days”

He laughs “Oh come on, it is not as if you do not enjoy my presence around you” he teases

“Quite the opposite, my lord, I consider you a nuisance” You responded amused, holding back your smile “Like a fly constantly buzzing around my ear, very much annoying” you stopped in front of him

“Well ouch” he exclaimed hurt but you knew better, you could see the laughter dancing around in his eyes, you swatted him on the arm playfully.

“My brother is not here, I assumed he would have told you he had some business to attend to in Clyvedown and would not be back until 3 days from now” You informed him after

“Oh really? I was not informed of that” He feigned confusion “Well, now that I am here, I am sure you would not mind me making you company for a few hours, you know, so it does not go to waste the trip I made here” he added once he saw the face you made

You thought for a few moments before you responded “Well alright, I suppose there is no harm in that”

“Wonderful, shall we go to promenade?” Anthony offered

“Now?” You questioned “But I am not even dressed to go promenade and even if there are people in the park, as soon as they see us together they will think we are courting”

“You look beautiful regardless, it does not matter hoe you are dressed” He compliments “Come on, let’s just go, no one will even be in the park”

You just laugh before gesturing at him to go on, shaking your head at his silliness.

“No one will be here, you said” You tease as you walked along the trail

“Well….” He trailed off “I lied. I knew there would be people here, it is a sunday, after all, everyone comes to the park on sundays” he looked away from you

You furrowed your eyebrows confused. Why on earth would he want people to see the two of you together? Does he not know the rumors the ton will create about the two of you? And they would mostly affect him as he is the one that does not want the ton to think he has plans of marrying any time soon. But maybe you should not worry much, you are his best friend’s sister after all, you hope they will only think he is keeping you company as your brother is out of town. On the other hand, if the ton thinks you are courting, your suitors might cease.

“Why would you lie?” you asked “I mean, I have no problem of being seen together, but people might get the wrong idea and any suitors I have might back off. And I plan on marrying this season, at the latest next season if I do not find anyone I even remotely like” you pursued your lips at the thought of not marrying because of a misunderstanding.

Of course, it is not like anything will happen if you do not marry or get engaged soon. But what you meant is that if gentlemen think Anthony is courting you, they will not approach you, or well they will since men always go after a lady when they think someone of importance is courting them, but you do not want a man to pursue you because someone of high social standing is interested in you and they want to see what is it that strung him in, but because they like you for who you are.

You do want your fairytale love story after all, or at least marry for love.

“Maybe I want them to get the wrong idea” Anthony mused, you snapped your head towards him quickly

“Do you want me to become a spinster?” you looked at him incredulously “because I will if no 0one wants to court me in the next 2 seasons”

He laughs at your comment “No, not at all” he shook his head “ what I meant is that, maybe, I want your suitors to back off so… so that I can pursue you better, without anyone trying to come between us” you stare at him shocked, stopping in your tracks

He stops along with you, laughing at your expression. “Are you going to say anything?”

“ I just – what – I do not know – what about Simon?” you stutter, your mind still trying to comprehend what you just heard

“What about him?” Anthony shrugs nonchalantly

“Will be not be mad if you start courting me? I am his little sister, and he is very protective over me” you noted worriedly

“He is the last person who can be mad at me courting his little sister when he himself is courting mine” he answers and you nod, looking around as you noted some stares that were upon you both “So?”

“So, what?” you looked at him curiously

“You never answered to what I said” your face twisted in confusion at his words “ Will you let me court you?” He looked back at you nervously. Ah right. That.

You hummed in realization “Alright” you nodded “Just know I am very hard to please” you teased

“Good thing I have much experience in how to please a woman” He joked and you shot him a glare making his playful expression disappear when you turned your head away from him “ Right. Sorry. If I am going to court you, no speaking about how much I pleased other women” you shot him another glare making him wince

You huff, taking your hand out of his arm and walking away “Hey! Y/n, I am sorry, I am not going to speak anymore” he called out from behind you “Wait for me, will you? I am sorry, just do not be mad or annoyed at me” You let a smile come onto your face at his pleading.

This will be fun.

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[saveraedae]

What is The Mark Side?

★ THE MARK SIDE follows the life of MARK REED— an unconventional and flawed protagonist navigating a drama-filled life while pushing everyone to their limits in the meantime!

Filled with angst, complex relationship dynamics, LGBT characters, and comedy! A story with a deeper meaning than you'd think!

Throughout the show, I aim to tackle a lot of serious issues like mental health and abuse with morally grey characters.

Here's a new and improved TMS introduction thread!

Featuring some new information for TMS's returning audience! ★ Happy Indie Animation Day! Make sure to follow me for updates on the show and fun community stuff! Go to @ask-tms for fun ask blog shenanigans and check out themarkside.com for more!

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See below the cut for more!

Show premise:

The Mark Side centers around titular character Mark's strained relationship with his childhood best friend Benjamin, who due to years of communication issues now absolutely despises him. Mark however, seems blind to the obvious deterioration their relationship has had, as he harbors major unrequited romantic feelings towards him.

Mirroring the two are Jonathon and Kenny, the other half of the friend group who through their years of knowing each other have communicated and helped each other through hardships, presenting as a strong, healthy couple today because of it.

After a summer of not being on speaking terms, Mark manages to wiggle his way back into the friend group again only to find a new guy has 'replaced him'— Ash, Benjamin's new boyfriend.

It takes place in the fictional town of Ohwell, Texas in the late 2010's!

Season 1 will showcase the arc of Mark struggling to maintain his place in the friend group despite his jealousy whilst also dealing with a plethora of emotional and complex family issues.

The main takeaway theme is that most scenarios are less black and white than one may assume at first glance, showcased by the characters being the antagonists of themselves instead of portraying one character as the villain.

All while maintaining a good balance of humor through an expressive and cartoony style! Humor and style draws lots of inspiration from 2000's Cartoon Network and Disney XD shows!

★★★★

The characters:

Mark Reed —

Master of chaos and making people hate him! He is voiced by Collin Weiler!

Benjamin Washington —

Mark’s aggressive former bestie who’s not afraid to speak his mind! He is voiced by Andre Grandpierre!

Jonathon Washington —

He thinks everyone deserves a second chance… Even Mark! He is voiced by Kruyo!

Kenny Peterson —

He navigates life with a smile even amidst his friends' chaos! He is voiced by XephThePanda!

And much to Mark's dismay...

ASH POWYRS —

Benjamin's boyfriend! ...May or may not be Mark's replacement! He is voiced by Jaden!

Wanna read about Mark's family?

They'll get character sheets soon, don't worry! I'll update this post when they get them!

But for now, you can read about them on the website! Darcy is voiced by Katherine Black, Boss is voiced by Josh Portillo, and Leon is voiced by DarkMage!

And that does it for season 1 info!

If you want EVEN MORE info, and to learn the extensive history and development of the series, give the wiki a look!

Beware of both spoilers and outdated content!

★★★★

YOU MADE IT TO THE END!

Thank you sooo much for reading to the end! You're a real one!! Again, follow me, the series' showrunner and creator for updates and information regarding the series, and follow @ask-tms to get involved YOURSELF by submitting to the character ask blog!

The merch store and support tiers will launch sometime soon! For now, the best way you can support the series is by GETTING THE WORD OUT! SPREAD THE WORD! HYPE IT UP!

WE HAVE SO MUCH PLANNED FOR THE MARK SIDE AND CANNOT WAIT TO SHOW EVERYONE WHAT'S IN STORE!

#indie animation day #indieanimationday #the mark side #tms #song #music #animation #art #indie animation #cartoon #artists on tumblr #original series #original character #cartoony #cartoon series #cartoon style #thread #gay #lgbt #comedy #drama

[mlfywsly]

You know I love you, right?

Summary: This is an imagine. How will he reacts if he catchs you smoking

Pairing: Harry Greene x Fem!OC

Warnings: Strong language, smoking

"Holly, here you are!" Nick said when he saw me and sat next to me "I was confused because I didn't saw you until now, and if we both know it's your boyfriends birthday. Did you saw him?"

"Yeah, we have a small talk a few minutes ago"

"A small talk? Is something wrong with Harry?"

"What? No, of course not. Just... you know, his friends. They are so annoying and they started bothering us because they want Harry for themselves"

"You're totally right, they're all so annoying..."

I smiled to him.

"Well, do you mind coming with me to find the others, I'm kind of lonely right now and Imogen is, you know, a little bit drunk"

"Oh, I guess so, I'm actually a bit bored there"

"Fantastic! Come with me"

He grabbed me by my wrist so we don't get lost and we started walking around the hotel. There was a lot of people and the music was so loud, I was starting to get anxious. We arrive where Charlie and Darcy were.

"Oh, hi!" Darcy greetened me "You must be... Holly Greene, right?"

"Watson" I said "Holly Watson"

"I know, girl. I was hesitating with you. I mean, you're a Greene because you're Harry's girlfriend, aren't you?"

"We're not married" I said

"Yet"

I blushed

"Oh my Gosh, Darcy, leave her alone" Charlie said "I'm so sorry, Holly. She's always like that"

"I know we barely don't know each other but... would you invite me to the wedding?"

"C'mon Darcy!"

"What?"

I started getting more and more anxious.

"Excuse me. I need to find the loo" I said

I start walking through the room until I found the door. I went out and started trying to relax. I took a cigarette from my pocket and a lighter, I put the cigarette in my mouth and light it up. I usually don't smoke, but nowadays I started doing it, specially when I'm surrounded by people, because it makes me so anxious. I expelled the smoke and someone came out.

"Hey, darling"

Fuck. He sat next to me and sighted.

"What the hell is that smell?" he asked with a wrinkle face

I tried to hide the cigarette.

"I- what smell?"

He looked at me

"I don't know, it smell like... tobacco. Are you smoking or something?"

"What? No. What make you think that?"

"You smell like cigarettes"

Fuck

I took my cigarette with my other hand and he saw that. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Holly, are you really smoking? Since when do you smoke?"

"Since last week" I said with sadness "I'm sorry, I just... I can't hang with my life at the moment"

Harry hugged me and took the cigarette from my hand. He put it out and kissed my cheek.

"Oh, darling, it's okay. Do you wanna talk?"

I nodded with red eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Remember that I called you one night crying because my mum was so sick and the ambulance had came to our house?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, she... she started getting worse last week and... like, an hour before I started to get ready to came here my dad called me from the hospital"

I started crying and rested my head on his shoulder. He caressed my back.

"Harry, she died"

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry..." he hugged me "You shouldn't had come, darling... you could had call me and we would have gone to the hospital"

"I know but... I didn't want to ruin your birthday"

"You wouldn't have ruined anything. I could have celebrated my birthday another day"

"I'm sorry..."

"Are they still there?"

"Yeah..."

"Perfect, let's go then" he said getting up

"What? No, I..."

"I will go with you, darling" he helped me to get up "But please, anytime. If you have any problem, if you're upset, if you only want to cry... call me. Just call me, okay? But don't do that ever again, I don't want nothing bad to happen to you. I love you"

I hugged him.

"I don't deserve you, Har" I whispered

"Don't be silly, you deserve the world" he took my hand and we went inside. He took a microphone.

"Alright people, I'm so sorry but the party is over. I have an emergency right now"

Everyone started getting out, except of Nick. He came closer to us.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, mate. I have to go somewhere with my girlfriend" he said with his phone on his ear

Nick looked at me

"It's everything alright, Holly?"

I shaked my head.

"I will call you, promise. I can't said it right now..."

"I understand that. I'm so sorry"

He hugged me.

"Well... if you need something call me, okay?"

"Thanks" I smiled and he left out

"Fuck, mum" Harry said and called her again.

I was a bit nervous. He came closer and kissed my head.

"Mum! Can you come pick me and Holly? We need to go to the hospital" I hugged him upset and he caressed my back "I can't tell you like this mum, I have to tell you in person"

I looked at him. He had his arm around my waist hugging me.

"Thank you, mum. Love you"

He hang out and looked at me.

"Okay, my mum's coming. By the way, would you mind spending the night at my home?"

"Really? I don't want to be a bother"

"C'mon, Holly, you're my girlfriend. You will never be a bother"

Suddenly we heared a car horn, so we went outside.

"Mum! Thanks God"

We entered to the car.

"Harry, sweetheart, what's wrong? I was so worried when you called me"

"You know Holly's mum was in the hospital because she was so sick"

"Yeah, I remember she called you like at 1 a.m crying. What happened?"

"She died, mum"

"Oh my God, are you kidding me?"

"I wish I was"

"Oh, Holly, dear, I'm so sorry. Let's go to the hospital then"

"By the way, can she stay at home with us this night?"

"Yeah, of course, sweetie"

I rested my head on Harry's shoulder

"Thank you, Harry" I whispered

He kissed my head.

"Anything for you, darling"

Masterlist

#harry greene #harry greene x reader #harry greene imaginas #heartstopper #heartstopper x reader #lgbtq #netflix #fanfic #one shot #imagine

[greywolfheirs]

Lokius procrastination part 3

Ok this one I can't blame on NaNo but it's been in my head for a while. Anyway, Lokius reunion ft. Thor. From Thor's POV because I love "Avengers meeting Mobius and wondering wtf he's got going on that makes Loki go crazy for this old man"

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Thor watched as Darcy’s machine slowly revealed the silhouette of a person. As the details slowly filled in, he realized he recognized this silhouette.

“Loki?” he shouted incredulously as, indeed, his brother manifested before him.

Loki took a second to scan his surroundings before his eyes landed on Thor. “Brother, is that you?”

“Of course it’s me,” Thor said, hope blooming in his chest. “Is that really you? Are you actually here?”

“I-I’m not entirely sure,” Loki said, patting his chest as if to check. Thor turned to Darcy who shrugged and nodded. Thor didn’t need more. He strode across the room and swooped his brother up into a tight hug, lifting his feet off the ground.

Loki chuckled and pat Thor on the shoulder after they parted. “You have no idea how good it is to see you, dear brother.”

“I could say the same,” Thor responded. “I no longer question your ability to cheat death.”

Loki made a face. “Well, that’s a long story.” He shook his head though. “But we don’t have time for it. Look, I need to go back–the timelines will start to fall apart if they’re left too long without my care.”

“They should be stable!” Darcy called from behind them. “That’s how we were able to bring you here in the first place. Of course, we didn’t realize it was you we were bringing here.”

Loki tilted his head and walked towards the scientist. “Are you certain?”

Thus began a conversation Thor was entirely unable to follow, until Loki gave a grim but satisfied nod.

“Right, then I suppose I’m available for the next ten minutes,” he said definitively.

“I mean, if we can streamline the formula, I might be able to bring you back for longer next time,” Darcy said, distracted by her computer.

Loki smiled suddenly and sighed wistfully. He put his hands on Darcy’s shoulders and kissed her forehead when she turned towards him in surprise. “I truly never appreciated you Midgardians the way you deserved. You’re brilliant.”

Darcy looked uncomfortable. “Uh, thanks?”

Loki turned from her and walked back towards Thor. He clapped his hands in excitement. “Well, then, brother, shall we catch each other up? What have you been up to?”

Thor thought about it. “Not much. Chopped off Thanos’ head. Spent time with the Guardians. Oh, and adopted a daughter.”

“Really?”

“Long story. What about you, brother?”

Loki opened his mouth to answer but Thor was distracted by the sound of footsteps running down the hallway. No one else should have had access to the lab, so Thor stepped around Loki and braced Stormbreaker. As the footsteps came into view, they revealed another Midgardian. He was wearing a brown suit, and had a gray mustache to match the hair on his head. He didn’t look like someone capable of breaking into labs. Thor kept his stance but relaxed fractionally.

Loki let out a choked sound, and Thor turned to see his brother with one of the most devastated expressions he’d seen since their mother died.

“Loki?” the intruder asked, as if he wasn’t sure.

“Mobius!” Loki cried, brushing past Thor to slide into the Midgardian’s arms. Thor had never seen his brother this emotional over someone so…plain.

Even more shocking, it was the man–Mobius, apparently–who seemed to be soothing the God of Mischief. As Loki slumped in his arms, Mobius cradled his head with his hand, speaking soft soothing words into his temple. It sounded an awful lot like, “I’m so glad I found you again.”

Thor glanced at Darcy, who looked shocked, but she didn’t know Loki well enough to understand the full extent of just how bewildering the scene was. To Thor, much as he couldn’t believe it, it almost seemed like Loki was reuniting with a lover. A Midgardian lover.

Loki stood back with a sniffle, and Thor’s suspicions were confirmed when Mobius reached up to wipe a tear from Loki’s cheeks. His own eyes looked reddened.

“How did you get here?” Mobius asked.

Loki seemed to remember where he was and showed Mobius to Darcy’s computer, explaining with slightly less complicated but still confusing words how he’d gotten there. As they turned around, Loki spotted Thor again, and brightened. He grabbed Mobius’s arm and walked him over, sweeping a hand at Thor.

“Mobius, I’m sure you know this is Thor,” he said, then turned to Thor. “Thor, this is Mobius. He—well, it’s hard to explain, really.”

Mobius stuck out his hand. “Agent for the TVA, Time Variance Authority, which you won’t know about but which I’ll explain when we’re not on a time crunch.”

Thor took the man’s hand. “Pleasure. And you know Loki how, exactly.”

“He arrested me,” Loki answered, smiling like he was proud of it.

“Well, that wasn’t me,” Mobius said, turning back to Loki, who waved it off.

“Details,” Loki said, his tone light with amusement. Thor was in awe.

“Anyway,” Mobius said to Thor, “I can catch you up on everything while Loki goes back to managing the timelines. I’d like to offer my help, if I can.”

“Of course,” Thor said, looking to confirm Darcy’s agreement as he said it. “It seems there’s a lot we don’t know.”

Mobius nodded and turned back to Loki. “So I guess we’re saying goodbye again?”

Loki nodded sadly but put a hand to Mobius’s shoulder. “Hopefully not for long this time.”

“It won’t be,” Mobius said confidently. “I’m dragging your ass back here one way or another.”

Loki smiled, and was about to drop his hand when Mobius stepped forward suddenly, pulling Loki down by the lapels. They crashed together in a passionate kiss, which Loki seemed to return enthusiastically. Thor turned both to give them privacy and to share a look with Darcy.

When they were done, Mobius whispered something Thor could barely hear but seemed to be along the lines of regretting not doing that earlier. Loki seemed to agree.

Darcy cleared her throat and announced apologetically, “One minute left, Loki.”

Mobius stepped away with embarrassment. He swept a hand towards Thor, who grabbed Loki in another tight hug.

“You have much to explain, brother,” Thor whispered in his ear.

Loki laughed. “I do.”

He stepped back, looking to Darcy, who simply nodded at him before sweeping last longing glances at Thor and Mobius. In moments, he faded away.

“Okay, agent,” Thor said after a moment of silence, “explain.”

Mobius nodded. “You guys want to talk over some pie?”

#lokius #mcu #my writing #again i could probably make this a longer fic but i like what i have and dont want to get bogged down by plot #also i havent edited this since i wrote it so apologies for any mistakes #the grey wolf writes

[bethanydelleman]

Darcy’s Excuses

This is the most frequent passage cited to prove that Darcy is shy/socially awkward/introverted. I want to break it down.

“Perhaps,” said Darcy, “I should have judged better had I sought an introduction, but I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers.”

“Shall we ask your cousin the reason of this?” said Elizabeth, still addressing Colonel Fitzwilliam. “Shall we ask him why a man of sense and education, and who has lived in the world, is ill-qualified to recommend himself to strangers?”

“I can answer your question,” said Fitzwilliam, “without applying to him. It is because he will not give himself the trouble.”

“I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,” said Darcy, “of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.”

Firstly, Darcy is flirting with Elizabeth here. When he says he should have sought an introduction, he’s trying to indicate that he likes Elizabeth and should not have snubbed her. I doubt he cares about the others. However, he does say what some people use to justify the shy/socially awkward argument, he doesn’t recommend himself to strangers.

But then right away, Elizabeth calls him out, he’s well-educated, why the heck not? Because for context, these people are taught how to converse. Their society has far more “scripts” for conduct than ours. Darcy could easily have gotten through the entire Meryton assembly on canned phrases, just like Elizabeth jokes about at the Netherfield Ball:

“It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.”

Now his cousin jumps in, Colonel Fitzwilliam probably gives us the most truthful answer, given what Darcy says about himself later. Darcy doesn’t recommend himself because he doesn’t want to most of the time.

Then we have Darcy again. Now some of this statement does sound a lot like someone who struggles socially, “catch their tone of conversation”, but the second part, “appear interested in their concerns”, that is just basic politeness! “My mom is sick.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Many people are actually concerned about other’s concerns, but Darcy in his radical truth telling phase, HE isn’t going to pretend. 

And then we have this passage, which some people interpret as an extrovert attacking an introvert (just TRY to be less introverted):

“My fingers,” said Elizabeth, “do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault—because I would not take the trouble of practising. It is not that I do not believe my fingers as capable as any other woman’s of superior execution.”

Darcy smiled and said, “You are perfectly right. You have employed your time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you can think anything wanting. We neither of us perform to strangers.”

This is the key! Darcy will not perform. He knows how, he’s perfectly capable. We see him do it multiple times. Why did he not get through the Meryton Ball on canned niceties? Because to him that’s performing to strangers and he doesn’t want to do it. Why is he so rude to Sir William when he says something trite? Because Darcy doesn’t do small talk, he’s not going to perform. The problem is that small talk is what makes the world go round.

So yes, if you cherry pick from the passage, Darcy seems shy and socially awkward, but if you take it as a whole, the truth becomes more apparent. Colonel Fitzwilliam is probably a more reliable witness here, he’s not flirting! And we know many of Darcy’s other thoughts, he know what he says at the end:

“What did you say of me that I did not deserve? For though your accusations were ill-founded, formed on mistaken premises, my behaviour to you at the time had merited the severest reproof. It was unpardonable. I cannot think of it without abhorrence.”

Your reproof, so well applied, I shall never forget: ‘Had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner.’ Those were your words. You know not, you can scarcely conceive, how they have tortured me; though it was some time, I confess, before I was reasonable enough to allow their justice.

Darcy’s reasons are excuses, when he actually suffers for his behaviour (finally) in the form of Elizabeth’s rejection, he reviews what he has been doing and changes. He doesn’t stop being socially awkward, he just actually puts what he was fully capable of doing into action. Because he has known how to do it all along, he just didn’t bother.

Also, Elizabeth can identify introverts. When she meets Georgiana, she immediately guesses shy and pities her for it. Her beloved sister Jane is modest and reserved. I doubt she’d be shaming someone for having a personality type.

Furthermore, Austen celebrates introverts! Mansfield Park is a whole freaking novel about an introvert who figures out everyone! Fanny Price would have seen through Wickham no problem. Austen knows the values of shy and introverted people. Darcy’s problem therefore is not that he is shy/socially awkward. It’s that he’s a dick about it.

#mr. darcy #elizabeth bennet #pride and prejudice #jane austen #anti-darcy Shyboi campaign #darcy is a mean girl #I'm going to keep banging on about this #mostly because of that recent poll that said he was shy #he's not shy #he's a jerk #and I will die on this hill #the blood of the Anti-Shybois will water the meadows of tumblr

[firawren]

There are so many wonderful forgotten Darcy x Elizabeth moments in Pride and Prejudice after they get engaged, but one that I think would be so delicious to see in a film adaptation is Darcy's secret smile to Elizabeth after Mr. Bennet has given him permission to marry her.

[S]he sat in misery till Mr. Darcy appeared again, when, looking at him, she was a little relieved by his smile. In a few minutes he approached the table where she was sitting with Kitty; and, while pretending to admire her work said in a whisper, “Go to your father, he wants you in the library.”

– Chapter 59, Pride and Prejudice

Can you imagine this? The intimacy of them making eye contact across the room, the adorableness of his elated smile, the hotness of him leaning over her and whispering to her? God I need to see this so bad!

#we deserve a smiling darcy #darcy x elizabeth #pride and prejudice #mr darcy #elizabeth bennet #jane austen

[rainontherooftops]

Keeper of the House - Chapter 1

AN: We all saw Pedro Pascals outfit at the SAG awards ( he won!! ) and a lot of people were reminded of Mr. Darcy. So... I did a thing. Enjoy!

Summary: Miguel F. Darcy, cousin of Fitzwilliam Darcy, has arrived from Spain to celebrate his cousins wedding to Miss Elisabeth Bennet. While they are on their honeymoon, he is charged with looking after the Estate and his cousin Georgiana. But she is not the only woman who is on his mind....

Fandom: Pride and Prejudice AU - Pedro Pascal as (OC) Miguel Fitzwilliam Darcy Genre: Romance, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Historical Drama, Family Drama,

Pairing: Miguel x OC! Millicent Tealeaf Triggers : Mentions of class differences and issues of the age, Mentions of slavery and racism, broken family dynamics, mentions of male domination over women

Rating : T

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Keeper of the House Chapter 1

Miguel Darcy did not cross oceans to his ancestors’ land very often. But for his cousin Fitzwilliam and his wedding to Miss Elisabeth Bennet? He’d boarded a ship as soon as possible.

It was hard to distinguish the male members of the Darcy family by name, since almost all of them carried the name Fitzwilliam in some way or another.

Fitzwilliam Darcy, the man who he had just sent off on his honeymoon, was the heir to Pemberley. His other cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam Darcy, had been at the wedding but had taken off to see to his military duties soon after.

And so, it was up to him, Miguel Fitzwilliam Darcy, to run Pemberley and look after his cousin Georgiana until the newlyweds would return.

“It is so nice of you to stay a while, Cousin Miguel”, the blonde young woman across from him in the carriage said. “My brother would never have left on his honeymoon were it not for you. He deserves happiness.”

It had been ten years since he had last been to England, spending his time in the country of Spain where his mother was from and where one of his uncle’s brothers had fallen in love with her - him being the result of this union.

He could scarcely believe that the young girl who had been six years old on his last visit was sitting across him now, a young beautiful woman of sixteen.

He smiled.

“It will give us time to get to know each other better, dear cousin. And your brother promised me that you would entertain me with your piano playing.”

She smiled shyly, leaning back against the cushions and wrapping herself in her blanket. Miguel silently cursed the cold winter air – he was not used to these temperatures.

He would spend about three months at Pemberley, not only to look after Georgiana and the family affairs, but also to spend some time with his cousins and his new cousin-in-law, who he had thought a perfect match for him.

“Tell me again Georgiana who I am to expect at Pemberley. It’s been so long since I’ve visited.”

Having stayed at an inn close to the wedding venue, he hadn’t had time to move into the estate yet.

“Our housekeeper and the staff are mostly the same. We do have a new cook, Mrs. Glenn. She makes the most excellent pheasant pie. Our cousin Fitzwilliam will stay from time to time when he has time off from his duties with the military. Oh, and Milly will arrive in a few days!”

“Milly?”, Miguel enquired.

“Miss Millicent Tealeaf. She is to be my tutor. I have known her since I was a little girl, but now my brother has finally engaged her to be my teacher rather than my playmate. She is to move in in a few days and teach me about literature, biology, languages… all kinds of things.”

Miguel frowned. Now he had to look after a young woman as well? But as she was to be a staff member, he couldn’t argue.

**

“Uaaaah!”

Miguel looked up from his place at the window in the parlor to see what the commotion was about. He was bored out of his mind. The last three days had snowed them in, the thick white blanket covering the whole estate.

A small carriage, only one horse and one driver, had fought its way into the courtyard. The yell had come from a young woman who now lay in the snow, face up and dishevelled, ungraceful and her skirts indecently exposed.

The coachman had his work cut out for him with the horse that didn’t want to stand still because of the coat.

‘Anything to fight off the boredom’, Miguel thought, threw on a coat and went outside.

The woman had made no progress in getting up, so he stomped towards her, holding out a hand – and stopped.

A pair of piercing blue eyes and met his, framed by rosy pink and plump cheeks. Her hair had escaped her bun and strands of dark brown curls were escaping their confinement. She was beautiful.

“Are you alright, Miss?”, he asked, trying to get his bearings, not looking at her disturbed skirts and slowly helping her sit up in the snow.

“Yes, thank you. Just a bit of clumsiness on my part. I’m just glad the master of the house didn’t see me like this.”

Miguel smirked and helped her to her feet.

“That would be hard, considering he should be on his way to the South of France for his honeymoon by now.”

The woman laughed and clapped the snow off of her dress and overcoat.

“Oh, I am aware. But he left one of his cousins in charge. I would be absolutely mortified if a member of the Darcy family would see me in this state.”

Before Miguel could say anything, an excited yelp came from the entrance. Georgiana had spotted her friend and tutor.

“Milly! You’ve made it!”

“Hello Georgiana! Best stay back, my dear. The snow is treacherous.”

Georgiana wrapped herself in her shawl to watch the coachman unload her friend’s luggage.

“I see you’ve already met my cousin.”, she said.

Milly blinked at her in confusion and then the mortification set in.

Miguel Fitzwilliam Darcy had just witnessed her ungraceful arrival – and Millicent was ready to let the snow swallow her in embarrassment.

**

AN: We are all fantasising about Pedro as Mr. Darcy now.... I have deserved a cookie.

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fandom #Pedro Pascal Mr Darcy #Pride and Pejudice #AU #pedro pascal AU #Pride and Pejudice AU #Pedro Pascal SAG

[darlenicy]

THE TORTURED POET'S DEPARTMENT x Winx ships

~ Taylor Swift meets Winx.... again.

basically rivusa, driven and skicy

Hate to admit it, but the album has quite some rivusa songs and if I'd ship it, I'd have a bunch of inspiration now.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys is such a rivusa song omg. staying together breaks musa, but she tells herself riven just hurts her because he loves her...

and also I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) is so rivusa. musa tries to fix riven, make him change. she can't embrace his real self. that's why they break up. because in the end it's not about fixing him, it's about accepting who he is, which she just can't.

*~*~*~*

darcy after finding out riven wasn't going to stay with her after they took over Cloud Tower: she smiles and pretends that everything is alright.

’Cause I’m a real tough kid. I can handle my shit

They said, “Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it” and I did

“Lights, camera, Bitch, smile

Even when you wanna die”

He said he’d love me all his life

But that life was too short

Breaking down, I hit the floor

All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting more

I was grinning like I’m winning, I was hitting my marks

’Cause I can do it with a broken heart

*~*~*~*~*

idk for whom yet but this one gives me feelings too. probably a heartbroken darcy again. works well for musa too.

Were you sent by someone

Who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writing a book?

Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it

And I'll say, "Good riddance"

'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins

Instead I just died inside

And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

You crashed my party and your rental car

You said normal girls were "boring"

But you were gone by the morning

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing

And in plain sight you hid

But you are what you did

And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive

The smallest man who ever lived

*~*~*~*~

this gives me skicy s2 vibes. they can't let each other go.

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby, I'm the one to be

'Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

*~*~*~*~*

another skicy one. highschool au or not. story would be that sky got pressured by his father to break up with icy because of their different status in society. I imagine them to be about 15 there

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym

Everything comes out teenage petulance

Fuck it if I can't have him

I might just die, it would make no difference

Down bad, wakin' up in blood

Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up

Fuck it if I can't have us

I might just not get up, I might stay

*~*~*~*~*~*

that's it for now. I'm not done with the album yet so there might be a part two

#winx club #winx #Taylor swift #taylor swift winx #winx musa #winx darcy #winx riven #winx sky #driven #rivusa #skicy #the tortured poet's department #Spotify

[panic-like-the-disaster-you-are]

SOO I JUST FINISHED HEARTSTOPPER SEASON 2 RN.

AND UHHH I SMILED AND CRIED SO MUCH.

I LOVE HEARTSTOPPER SO MUCHHH.

(I'll warn you now, heartstopper SPOILERS ahead:)

I loved how we got to see Elle much more than the books, and i love the fact that she's an artist and she found other queer people in her new school and stuff.

I LOVE TORI SO MUCH. The "you're a pathetic little man" scene!!!! The scene where she dug her nails into David for being a dick when they were at the dining table. The scene where she told Nick to either take care of Charlie or he does!! I love her. Tho she did come accross darker this season as I've seen other people say

And the part where Isaac said "I've never really have any celebrity crushes" just hit different tbh, and the moment where he held the ace book and just strut out the library omgg. And Crush Culture by Conan Gray was perfect for Isaac i think.

And one thing, I never expected to see tao and charlie kiss, even if it was a dare...

Ohh, Nick's coming out at the party scene was slightly better in the book tbh

Also, I love the teachers (Farouk, Ajayi, and singh).

Ohhhhh, Imogen. Babe you are an idiot. Ben Hope, seriously?? Also is it just me or am I imagining stuff cuz there was a vibe about Sahar and Imogen towards the end, so idkkk

And OMGGGG SEVEN IS SUCH A PERFECT SONG FOR TARA AND DARCY.

"I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And i think you should come live with me

And we can be pirates

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet"

The 'haunted' part. The 'your dad(mom) is always mad' part. The 'come live with me' part. The 'you won't have to cry or hide in the closet' part. Like omg. A song can't get more perfect than that. I love them so much. Darcy deserves much better parents, and also a hug tbh.

And the part where Charlie told Nick about self-harming. I was sobbing so much.

One thing about the ending tho, I don't think Charlie's gonna send Nick that message, next season will probably start with Charlie gay panicking and searching up "how to tell someone i love you" and talking to himself and making up a scenario like in the book. Cuz I really want the "YOU TOLD ME ILY IN THE SHOWER" scene

Anywayy, that's all for my Heartstopper season 2 rant, i loved it SOOO MUCHHH that I could cry. (I did actually cry lolll)

#Heartstopper #Heartstopper season 2 #Heartstopper season 2 spoilers #Osemanverse #heartstopper spoilers #heartstopper s2 #Heartstopper on Netflix #spoilers

[drsteggy]

Author’s Notes: So this took a little longer than anticipated, but I didn’t have a lot of down time the last ten days or whatever. The original plan was to do like 500-750 words per section, but this one needed more. I also had to “do research” for Link and Zelda’s path to this shrine, because I did not realize it was actually accessible by horse until like 3 days ago.

So if you’re worried about “the same Hyrule” for TOTK, maybe don’t be because I have like a thousand hours in this one and I still learn new things.

The battle sequence here is what I did to clear the path so I could ride my damn horse up to the shrine.

********

“I do,” his voice is soft as drops his gaze back to his dinner. He scrapes the spoon across the bottom of the wooden bowl. “I remember.”

She sets her own spoon down on the table and wipes her hands on a napkin. “Do you remember my apology?”

He had read about that in her diary. He shakes his head.

“I know you felt bad about yelling. We were both different people then.”

She goes silent. When he looks up at her, her eyes are round and soft. Her lip curls slightly as she fights back a tear. “Well, I’m sorry. You did not deserve my anger that day. Or any day.”

“It’s okay, Prin- Zelda. It’s okay. We were different people.”

“I suppose. There are things I wish I did differently, especially with you.”

Link debates licking his bowl clean and decides it’s not appropriate behavior in front of a princess, even if she doesn’t want to be one anymore.

“We could ride out there, maybe?” Hope lifts her voice.

“Sure.”

“Great,” She stands up, pushing the bench away from the table. “We can leave in the morning.”

Link runs the conversation over in his head, trying to figure out where he erred. “What about Impa and Kakariko? That’s across Hyrule?”

Zelda turns her gaze to him, brow now wrinkled as she briefly considers the question. Tension coils in his chest, though he isn’t sure why.

“I think Impa will wait a little longer. I did.” She punctuates her statement with a bright smile before turning and striding out of the stable.

Link sighs and tips his face to the ceiling.

****

He takes a second horse from Riverside Stable so she has her own mount and gives her a refresher riding lesson. She lifts her hands too high to steer, but the horse he picked is forgiving and gentle. She will be safe on Caramel’s back.

They set out across central Hyrule, riding past the very place they battled the Calamity not so long ago. The ground is still burned, though there’s new grass trying to fill things in. Neither says anything about it, but Link clucks Epona into a canter.

A week later they stay at the stable by the Great Bridge in the southern edges of Tabantha. The air has gotten crisp and cold. Link cooks with peppers and Goron spice that night to try and keep warm. Zelda claims his hooded cloak. She has reclaimed the slate as well.

“The first time I came here, I had to scramble past a pair of flying guardians.” Link says as he banks the coals for the night. “I hope they aren’t still there. It didn’t occur to me to try and bring a horse up to that shrine until I found the memory you left me. And then I had to back track.”

Zelda nods absently, with her hands clutching a mug of tea. Her eyes search the sky, picking out constellations.

“I guess you already know about the path up.” Link takes his own mug and sits across from the fire.

“Sorry,” she turns her attention back to him. “It still feels new, having a body again. But, yes, I know the path up. I had such a hard time getting Storm up there a hundred years ago it ruined most of my early start.”

Link doesn’t remember much about the incident a hundred years earlier before sliding Darcy to a stop at the foot of the shrine, dismounting before the horse had come to a halt. Zelda spun on him immediately, and expressed her displeasure loudly. Storm grazed, one foot cocked and ignored the entire scene until Zelda angrily grabbed the horse’s reins and dragged him off to find a suitable mounting block.

“How early did you start?”

Zelda smiles. “Well before the sun. I had to tack the horse away from camp so I didn’t wake you, and then I left. And struggled and cursed for the next two hours to get up that path. It has steps! I don’t know why he wouldn’t just go!”

“Steps are not made for horses.”

“Still, it was easier going than a lot of other places where he just went.”

“He followed Darcy. He didn’t want to go alone.”

Zelda makes a small, non committed sound.

“Well, we will go together in the morning. Together.” He makes sure to meet her eyes as he says this, and is rewarded with a smile.

“Together.” She agrees.

They rise with the sun to cross the bridge, enjoying the quiet and the early light. The bridge is in bad shape after a century of neglect, so the ride out is slow. Link hopes to pick the pace up on the other side.

He spots the first skywatcher almost as soon as the horses are off the bridge. Din’s balls.

Zelda lets out a huff as the unwieldy machine flies into view, its red light searching as it travels some prescribed path around a tall column of stone.

“Stay here,” Link makes sure to get her direct attention. “I’ll take care of them.”

“I fought the Calamity, too.” Her voice is perhaps sharper than she intends.

“Yes, but I’ve fought these particular guardians several times.”

Zelda huffs again but doesn’t dismount. Link hops off Epona and pulls out a bow he took off a dead lynel. The bow magically turns a single arrow into three, maximizing his stash of ancient arrows. He nocks an arrow, half draws the bow and runs forward.

His first shot falls short.

The skywatcher has not noticed him yet, so he drops to a squat, calling on Revali to lift him into the air.

Revali is silent. For the first time since he’s earned it, the Gale does not explode around him. Link’s eyes widen, but the fast beepbeepbeep that fills his ears says the guardian has seen him. He bolts, acutely aware that he is a little too far from the column to hide behind it before that targeting light turns…

Everything around him goes white and he tumbles, the grass burning as the guardian’s white-blue light hits him in the middle of his back. The tunic is reinforced with dragon horn and protects him from most of the damage. He gets up and runs to put the column between him and the skywatcher.

With the sight line broken, the guardian hovers in place, searching the ground for him. He takes the moment to climb the column, using all his stamina as he leaps and pulls himself to the top.

He drags himself to the top, panting, and sticky with sweat as the guardian decides he is no longer a worry and begins circling the column again. It flies low enough that it does not see him until he pulls out the bow and launches a triplet of ancient arrows into it.

The machine lights up pink and rises, planting its target in the center of his forehead. Link calmly raises his bow and takes careful aim at the guardian’s eye. The beeping grows faster and he draws a breath before releasing the bowstring.

The bow explodes into pieces as he does, but the arrows already hit their mark and the guardian drops to the ground, leaving a pile of wreckage. Link can see a small ancient core from his vantage point. That’s mine, you bastard.

He steps off the ledge, unsnapping the paraglider to slow his fall, intent on taking his spoils before dealing with the second guardian.

His hand is on the ancient core when the whine of the targeting light starts again. He drops the core and runs back to the column, making it to safety just as a bolt of white-blue light hits the ground behind him.

The Yiga bow only offers a pair of arrows instead of three, but they fly in a straight line instead of an array. He nocks an ancient arrow, draws and takes aim at the agitated skywatcher swinging its search light at the ground. It takes two shots to bring it down.

He steps forward to retrieve his spoils, suddenly tired. Slicing down the pair of chuchus sensing an opportunity is an after thought.

When he gets back to Zelda she is wide eyed and her fingers are tight on her reins. “So you’ve fought them before? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” He puts his foot in a stirrup and swings a leg over Epona’s back.

Why hadn’t Revali’s blessing worked?

He shakes his head. “Let’s go. It’s pretty straightforward from here, and the ground is easy.”

They follow the road at a canter, turning off to follow a barely marked trail that leads up to the small plateau the shrine sits on. The trip is uneventful, even as it takes them past a camp of lizalfos that seems to ignore them. Link clears a few moblins that roam the top, but by mid morning they stand before Tena Ko’sah shrine.

“There it is.” Zelda slides off Caramel and slowly makes her way to the shrine. It had been dead stone the last time they stood on this spot together. Today it is lit up in blue.

They stand together silently. Link has only a memory of a memory of what happened here a hundred years ago; his memory of this place is one of trial by combat, trying to prove that he is worthy of accolades he earned in another life.

Zelda seems oddly on edge, standing a little taller than usual, almost resting on the balls of her feet. She presses her lips together and whispers, “I’m so sorry about what I said to you here.”

Link shakes his head. “You are forgiven, princess- Zelda, Zelda.”

She looks over at him and he smiles at her. She returns it almost immediately, warming him as much as the sunshine.

“You can still get inside, correct?” She asks.

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[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Ophelia’s Last Attack Pt. 2 Sneak Peek (for @avaveevo)

Korvo kept on fighting Ophelia, until she knocked him to the ground.

Ophelia: Any last words, Super Shlorpian?

Korvo: sees the crystal on Ophelia’s forehead and sees his chance Eat this! Bitch!

Korvo smashes the crystal and Ophelia screams as it helps Korvo absorbs his powers back into him.

Yumyulack/Psylock: gasp

Jesse/Electra: Did it work?!

Korvo transforms back into his super hero form and then into his Super Shlorpian form as he roars and flies up in joy.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Yes! It worked! God, it feels so good to be me again!

Suddenly…

Terry/Solar Flare: runs up to his sweet hubby with Firey, Miss Darcia and Violet Korvo! Korvo!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry? hugs Terry You’re alive! Oh thank goodness

Psylock, Electra and Pupa walks up to their dads and hugs them with Lady Super Shlorpian as Dark Matter, Shadow Lady, Super Cooke, Agent Red, The Master, Lady Roseus, Ultra Man, Firey, Miss Darcina and Violet smiles at them.

Terry/Solar Flare: Jaime and Darcy caught me just in time! Did you get your powers back?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Jaime? Darcy?

The rest of the Ultra Opposites look and sees now Jaime, Darcy and Sherbet the new Ultra Opposites.

Jaime/Firey: Hey!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Damn. You guys too?! Wait, what are your names?!

Darcy/Miss Darcina: Well, since I have the power of muscle growth, I’m thinking, MISS DARCINA!

Jaime: And since I have powers of fire, I think Firey.

The others look at Firey in awkward silence while exchanging weird awkward looks at him.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Really? I honestly feel bad. You deserve a better name than that.

Jaime/Firey: Eh? Well, to be honest, I couldn’t come up with any other name so, I decided Firey would be the best choice.

Daryl/Dark Matter: Damn.

Jesse/Electra: Wait, points to Sherbet who this girl?

Cherie/Agent Red: Sherbet?

Sherbet/Violet: Call me Violet! Because, I can change colors at full will!

Ultra Opposites: Ooh!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Why is your superhero name Violet anyway?

Sherbet/Violet: Because Lady Roseus was already taken.

Nova/Lady Roseau giggles amusingly.

Yumyulack/Psylock: notices Ophelia gone Oh no! Ophelia escaped!

Ultra Opposites: Gasp

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Oh shit! She is gonna try to take Korvo’s powers again!

Sherbet/Violet: Oh no! What the fuck do we do now?!

Terry/Solar Flare: We go stop her! Now!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Solar Flare’s right! We don’t have fucking times for this now!

AISHA: Fuck yeah! Let’s do this!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Ultra Opposites, let’s go kick that motherfucking Empress’ ass!

The Ultra Opposites cheered as they fly up to go stop Ophelia!

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #the ultra opposites #ultra opposites