#darcie’s drabbles

[dqrciedaily]

baby arsenal, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

a/n: y/n is so younger me coded minus the fact that she is german

also promise more fics coming soon x

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y/n y/l/n, the sixteen year old rising star of not only the german national team but also arsenal women's football club, had seamlessly transitioned from the bustling streets of cologne to the vibrant city of london. her two older brothers, max and louis, had started her passion for football from a young age, sculpting her into the strong defender she was today. they always had her in the garden with them having a kick about before urging their father to let her go for trials at the local club, which deemed to be extremely successful.

arsenal had scouted y/n whilst she was playing for fc köln. three weeks later her and her parents were signing papers and organising living arrangements as well as the school situation. they settled on her living with lia as well as her attending the local school in the area.

as the first initial weeks passed, her once shy demeanor melted away, replaced by a vibrant personality that charmed everyone around her. she had also very quickly picked up the name ‘baby arsenal’ from fans and soon her teammates had started calling her that too. kyra and y/n had almostly instantly became friends, pulling y/n out of her nonexistent shell within two weeks, along with victoria, teyah and laura, y/n settled in quickly.

one friday evening, y/n found herself invited to a party by her school friends. eager to fit in with the english teenage life she hastily accepted. embracing the opportunity to get to know her new friends in a different environment, as well as allowing herself to fully relax since moving to the foreign country.

ignoring the cold english weather, y/n slipped on one of her favourite backless black dresses and a pair of her friend’s high heels, that her long legs definitely weren’t accustomed to. many pre drinks later they arrived at the party at nine pm, the minute the group of girls arrived at the party they were straight into the open arms of their other friends. music was blaring as y/n slowly let herself relax, she couldn’t even remember how many new people she had met.

however, the temptation of the party proved too intoxicating, the drinks flowed freely, and before she knew it, the world was slowly tilting on its axis, spinning out of control as she succumbed to the intoxicating haze. the party deemed to be a bit boring now that it had reached past eleven pm, so on her unsteady feet y/n managed to walk out the party and onto the side walk. with her vision blurred and her balance faltering, she fumbled for her phone and dialed kyra’s number, interrupting what was supposed to be a cozy game night for the rest of the team.

"ky! oh my goodness i can’t believe you picked up, i have so much to tell you!” y/n giggled into the phone, "there were like so many pretty girls here tonight and i’m bloody freezing over here. i also had so many drinks! oh and I can't get home. oh and have i ever old you how much i love you! ich liebe dich ky ky…"

throughout the phone call kyra switched it onto speakerphone meaning that everyone could hear the state y/n was in. without hesitation, steph, one of y/n’s self-appointed team mums sprang into action. definitely breaking some speed limits as she rushed to y/n’s location, she found her disoriented but relieved to see she was still standing. quickly getting out the car she wrapped an arm around her guiding her to the

upon their arrival back to lia’s house, leah, kim, lia, beth and steph gathered around y/n, their concern evident in their expressions. "y/n," kim began, her voice gentle yet firm, "you can’t be going around getting drunk, especially at sixteen! what were you thinking?" but before kim’s rant could continue leah placed a hand on the skippers shoulder, “you're young, and we understand that, but you have to be responsible, especially considering the position you're in.” kim nodded her head in agreement before saying, “you're part of this team now, and that means holding yourself to a higher standard than this.”

with a deep breath, she nodded in acknowledgment, her resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "i'll do better, i promise."

with that kyra, stina and laura lead her upstairs. the high heels long forgotten in the hallway as steph urged her to take them off after watching her stumble around in them. laura mumbled soothing words in german as she slipped an oversized t-shirt over y/n’s head, letting the dress fabric pool at her ankles. stina handed laura shorts for her whilst kyra rummaged around in the bathroom for makeup remover.

with tender care, kyra removed the remnants of makeup on her face, before stina tucked her into bed with gentle hands. laura laid the dress over the back of her desk chair as y/n’s eyelids drooped with exhaustion, her body finally catching up with the events of the evening as she sank into the embrace of her plush duvet.

kyra brushed a stray lock of hair from y/n’s forehead, with a final exchange of reassuring smiles kyra, stina and laura bid her goodnight, their footsteps fading into the distance as they left her to sleep. alone in the quiet of her room, y/n closed her eyes, a sense of peace washing over her as sleep overcame her senses.

but just as she began to drift into slumber, a soft knock sounded at her door, and lia entered, her face lit up by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. In her hands she carried a glass of water and a small packet of tablets, her expression one of concern and care.

"here you go, y/n/n," lia said softly, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the room. "drink this, and take these tablets. they'll help with the headache in the morning." she sat down on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on y/n’s leg, rubbing soothing circles on it. “they’re not mad at you i promise maus. let’s just keep the drinking on the cool for now, okay?”

y/n accepted the water and tablet with a grateful nod, as lia got up to leave the room she turned off the bedside table before whispering “schlaf gut maus.” the door closing behind her, the room going pitch dark allowing y/n to finally drift to sleep.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

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[laurasimonsdaughter]

When Mr. Charles Bingley rode into Hertfordshire to acquaint himself with Netherfield Park it was on a purely accidental recommendation. The solicitor who took it upon himself to advocate for Netherfield could certainly not be blamed for seeing a very desirable tenant in him. Bingley was at that time not yet two years of age, and unmarried, but he had the sort of good-humoured and generous character that must recommend him to almost anybody. The same could not be said for his closest friend…

Conceit and Conciliation is a full, canon compliant retelling of Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”, told from the perspectives of Fitzwilliam Darcy and Charles Bingley.

It was written with a lot of love and a lot of help from my sister, and you can download it right now for free (ePub, Mobi or PDF) on my website laurasimons.com!

[ur-fairy-of-mimicry]

How the Alfea College students (+ Red Fountain, Cloudtower) Give Hugs

Fandom(s): Winx Club

Character(s): Bloom, Stella, Flora, Musa, Tecna, Sky, Brandon, Riven, Timmy, Helia, Icy, Darcy, Stormy

Pairing(s): Alfea College students X Reader, Red Fountain students X Reader, Cloudtower students X Reader

Genre(s): Fluff

Writing Style: Drabbles

Summary: A drabble of how some of the people in the magic realm give hugs to you.

Warning(s): None

Requested by: None

Note: Hello again to you all! I have come up with new ideas and imagines for the characters! I am trying to do some drabbles now, this is my first drabble, actually! I hope I will do well with my writing, as well as the headcanons and imagines for each character. I must say, writing the Trix's parts were quite the challenge... Anyway, enjoy the read, dear readers!

Bloom

Whenever it comes to giving out hugs, Bloom will do it either gently or tightly. It depends on your preferences, but I can definitely see her hugging you in the most gentle way possible. She likes to wrap her arms around you to assure you that as the last princess of Domino, she will do anything to protect you from the world's harm. Her fingers will trace patterns on your back, her touch comforting and affectionate. The more time passes by, the closer she will hug you until you're entirely pressed against her. Bloom will hold you as her everything.

Stella

Stella's hugs are full of excitement and affection. She would love to run towards you with a huge grin on her face, jump into your arms and fall to the ground with laughter coming out of her lips. Her upbeat aura radiates as soon as you make physical contact, her touch warm as the bright sun. Stella would squeeze you tight, nuzzle your neck, and send shivers down your spine as her fingertips ghostly trace on your back. But if you really need the hug, Stella can be less enthusiastic, yet her loving arms still brings you reassurance and hope.

Flora

When Flora gives you hugs, they make you feel calm and satisfied. Her aura is gentle and sweet, so whenever you need her the most, Flora's embrace will remind you that everything will be okay. She would love play with your hair, twirling a lock with her fingers. And somehow, this simple gesture feels like your refuge. The longer you hug her, the calmer your body will become. Her affection is just like the effects of lavender—its scent subsiding every bit of anxiety within you. She wouldn't mind hugging you longer, because she wants you to always be happy.

Musa

With Musa, her hugs can vary like her taste in music. Some of them are upbeat if she's happy. Some are reassuring if she knows you need her. Some are melancholic if either of you are sad. Although she doesn't engage in physical contact for most of the time, that wouldn't mean she won't give hugs. Musa will hold you close in her arms as you slow dance in a private room, humming with the tune as she caresses you. It's her little way of showing affection. Just tell her what you want or need, Musa will do just that.

Tecna

Tecna is awkward with hugs. She's all about logic and numbers, so they aren't really her specialty. Even so, that doesn't mean she isn't willing to try physical contact. Her hugs in general are brief and your bodies wouldn't press against each other's. Yet she makes up for it by giving you side hugs, as she is more comfortable with it. However, when the time comes where you need her by your side, Tecna will give you a long hug. She doesn't say anything logical during these moments. She just holds you, her actions telling you that everything is okay.

Sky

It may or may not be surprising, but Sky isn't very good with these kind of problems. He isn't particularly close with his parents and he was trained not to show weakness of any sorts. However, as your lover, he will try to engage physical contact. Beginning from handholding in public to snuggling in bed, Sky is determined to try it all. Whenever you are down, the prince will attempt to offer a hug. His hugs are gentle yet firm, protecting you from the world in his arms. He sincerely vows to always be there when you need him most.

Brandon

Because of that headcanon that Brandon belongs in a large family, he is one of the people who gives out the best hugs. He firmly holds you in his arms, his face buried into your hair as his nostrils takes its scent. He can be enthusiastic or serene in hugging, depending in the situation. But if you need him, Brandon's hugs are just perfect. His hugs make you feel secured and loved, his gentle hands tenderly reassuring you that he's always there. He is a brother and a knight—a perfect combination. Nobody beats the embrace of a big brother.

Riven

It might not look like it, but Riven's hugs are one of the best. He isn't the type to initiate physical contact, but whenever he gives out hugs, they're always so warm. Riven doesn't say anything nor does something with his hands. He simply holds him like that, no words said. Riven is awkward at first—as said in my headcanons if the Specialists were your boyfriend—but he becomes comfortable eventually. Perhaps his hugs are great because he gives body heat or maybe his silence puts you at ease. In the end, he's highly thankful that you trusted him.

Timmy

    Out of everybody in this list, Timmy is the most awkward whenever it comes to hugs and affection. His hugs are just like Tecna's but doubled. He couldn't completely wrap his arms around your frame. Even with side hugs, his face turns beet red and his arm only hovers on your shoulders, never touching at all. But as soon as he turns comfortable, Timmy's hugs are gentle and brief. Despite the embrace not being long, Timmy's hands know how to calm you, similar to how they know how to fix items. Hugs aren't his specialty in comforting, but he tries.

Helia

    Helia is the opposite of Timmy. He is the most affectionate person out of everyone, always open to them despite the situation. This guy prefers to be bound to his lover, thus agreeable with any sorts of hugs you offer him. When Helia gives out an embrace, they are similar to Flora's ambience. The only difference is how they are described as. Helia's hugs are like the calm seas and the flowing winds, making you feel at ease. Whenever you're down, Helia will either hug you in silence or whisper sweet nothings into your ear. This man is your refuge.

Icy

    Expectedly, Icy's hugs are monopolizing like her cold personality. She holds you possessively like a predator keeping its prey. Her hugs in general will make you feel you belong to her and only her, yet there are occasions where Icy will be tender and loving. Her hands will hold unto your body to secure you, eyes scanning elsewhere to see if someone dared to take you away from her. But when her guard is down, Icy is calm and her fingers run through your hair, small giggles escaping her lips every now and then. Be sure to savor these moments.

Darcy

    A variety of hugs is what you'll receive from Darcy. They can either be gentle, possessive, easeful, affectionate, you name it. Despite wanting to bound her lover, Darcy wouldn't mind the hugs they offer (though she mildly dislikes clingy ones). Out of the Trix, Darcy is welcoming whenever it came to initiating physical contact. Her hugs will depend on her mood and situation. But in general, they can be brief yet tender. Whenever the gloomy days come, Darcy will envelop you in her arms as she whispers sweet nothings to your ear. She truly adores you in her own way.

Stormy

    Amidst the heavy and violent storms, Stormy's hugs are like its eye. She isn't really into physical contact to the extent that only handholding was allowed. However, the more you date, the more Stormy shows her true colors. She may be quite disastrous, yes. But if you are patient enough, you will experience was piece of heaven in your life. Her hugs are reassuring and warm, arms clasping around you firmly to secure you from everything else. She will attack whoever comes near both of you. But whenever privacy is achieved, her hugs are tranquil like a gentle rain shower.

[dionysiaproductions]

Today at Pemberley, the 13th of September:

A letter was left open and unattended in the drawing room at Pemeberley where any inquisitive mind would be required to survey its contents. Written in Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy’s hand, the letter said the following—

“My dearest Darcy,

You will be not be surprised when I report that Longbourn is loud. Indeed, louder than I remembered. My mother’s nerves which I thought myself forever intimately aquatinted with, are also louder than I remembered. I long for you, and quiet, and home.

My dear sister, Georgiana has written to say you’ve gone slightly mad in my absence. Will you think less of me, if I admit that I was pleased by the news? There is a comfort in knowing that you are as useless without me as I am without you. 

I know you’ll say I am fine without you, but it is simply not true. Without you, my witty comments become sharp like knives and I must constantly remind myself not to hurl them at whomever has irritated me.

I think of when we once spoke of easy distances to settle from one’s family in marriage, how travel can become no evil and one can settle too close. I have come to a conclusion about the matter. Darcy, there is no distance from you that I will ever be fool enough to call easy.

Yours.”

Previous days at Pemberley here

[o-kaythislooksbad]

pietro dashes through the emporium, sending manuscripts and merchandise flying around the shop. with a sigh and a practiced wave of her hand, wanda repairs the whirlwind following her brother.

"to what do we owe this surprise visit?" darcy asks, protectively clutching her coffee.

pietro smirks. "after all this time, you still doubt me?"

"absolutely."

wanda laughs. "why are you here?"

"today's rosh chodesh. figured you'd redecorate for the season." he holds out fairy lights shaped like apples and pomegranates. 

it's juvenile, and going to lead to raised eyebrows, but they haven't weathered decades of storms to start hiding now. 

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for @jewsinfandoms prompt "winds of change"

[sars-wulf]

Have you posted your ch amphibia au ?

(Captive hearts with the wip of darcy not wanting to go to a dance)

No not yet, Mara @liminal-lesbian and I are working on it! We will post when the first arc is complete!

To tide y’all over, I shall send a picture of the beginning of the eight chapter!

Fun fact: there are a TON of kissing scenes… mostly between Anne and Darcy at the moment. Marcy’ll get her turn. Soon.

Also every time I open the doc I wonder how I made a likeable Darcy compared to the cockroach that is Burn! Darcy.

Thank you for your question and your support!

[ibelieveinturtles]

Kitchen Witch

Darcy comes from a long line of witches, each with their own area of expertise and talent. Darcy's skills work best in the kitchen; mixing and measuring; cutting and chopping, boiling and bubbling. Specialising in potions and elixirs, Darcy goes anywhere and everywhere she needs to perfect her craft—collecting herbs in the garden; stirring inky black brews at pitchest black midnight; decanting moonlight into bottles of silver, gathering unusual ingredients from the beach and in the woods… As long as she’s got her cauldron, her cat, the right ingredients, and the time to work her magic, Darcy is happy.

Bingo info:

title: Kitchen Witch Prompts filled: November Party Moodboard (Cauldron) & Drabble (moonlight) author: ibelieveinturtles rating: G characters: Darcy Lewis tags/warnings: witch!Darcy, magic Summary: moodboard with accompanying drabble

@darcylewisbingohq

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

I Won't Let You Down

Day 30 of Fictober, "I won't let you down" with my Pride and Prejudice/Frozen crossover...

“There will be quite a few expectations of you,” Elsa said. 

“I won’t let you down,” Darcy promised. He had been getting lessons for several hours a day from the royal steward, learning the royal protocols, as well as polishing his French from what was considered good for a member of the English gentry to what was adequate for diplomatic gatherings, and learning enough of the local vernacular to be considered more than an outsider.

“Outside of public appearances, though, I would rather… keep things friendly?”

Darcy contemplated for a moment. “If that is what is most comfortable for you.”

[janeykath318]

TaserBones

Fall Words: caramel, Pumpkin spice

Meet Ugly

Taserbones

It was the ugliest of meet uglies: Darcy was carrying a full drink carrier, traipsing down the street when she was sent sprawling by a big dude who brushed past her with only a muttered, insincere, “Sorry.”  Despite the pain of the hot liquid that had spilled on her, she made sure to get a good look at him, and added him to her shit list. 

“This is not how caramel and pumpkin spice were meant to be consumed!” she muttered furiously, picking herself up off the ground carefully. Jane was going to be so disappointed, but Darcy didn’t have time to go back and get replacements. It would be Grumpy Science day for them all.

When she got to the lab, Jane wasn’t at her desk. She was staring at the tv monitor, watching the news.

“Bad news, Janey!” she declared. “My coffee run was obliterated by some jackass running me down. We’ll have to settle for the keurig today.” 

Jane turned from the screen and noticed Darcy’s dripping, disheveled appearance.

“Oh my gosh, Darcy! Are you okay?”

“Other than some potential first degree burns, I’m fine,” Darcy shrugged, allowing herself to be fussed over. “I’m just mad. Who does he think he is to be running like that on a public sidewalk?”

Jane gestured toward the screen.

“The jack booted thugs have a man hunt going on right now for some escaped Hydra supporters. You might have accidentally got in the middle of that.”

Darcy paled as she watched the news update on the situation. “Yikes. I’m lucky he didn’t take me hostage or something.”

“You should really have those burns looked at,” Jane told her. “That looks worse than first degree.”

After an hour of trying to tough it out, Darcy let Jane take her to an Urgent Care. As she settled down in the waiting room, she took a quick glance around at the only other occupant—the mean looking, but hot dude who’d run her down. 

She immediately fixed what she thought was a hostile glare on her face and felt for her taser in case he was the escaped Hydra creep. Seeing the glint of a Shield badge at his waist, she relaxed her grip on it, but not her glare.

He looked at her curiously, as if trying to remember where he’d seen her, then she saw the panic hit when he recognized her.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m the innocent woman you knocked over this morning. Spilled hot coffee on myself and now I’m here.” 

She held up her burned arm. He blanched.

“Aw, hell,” he swore. “You gonna sue?”

“I might,” she said haughtily. “Shield and I have never been on the best of terms ever since they stole my friend’s work and confiscated my Ipod. I’m still bitter about that. And you wrecked my pumpkin spice latte. That’s very hard to forgive.”

“Ooh. Yeah.” 

He ran his hand through his jet black hair and squirmed in his chair. Darcy felt a twinge of satisfaction.

“Listen, I really am sorry about this morning. We’ve been chasing this guy for three years and he’s given us the slip multiple times. I was petrified I was going to lose him again.”

“Hmmph.” she grunted, unmoved. 

Before she could go off on him, the door opened and another agent limped through on crutches. She watched Shieldthug leap to his feet and gallantly assist his companion, showing an extraordinary amount of care. 

Darcy was called back to be seen and she expected that he would vanish conveniently and never be seen again, but when she’d been bandaged and instructed and went to settle up the bill, the receptionist shook her head.

“It’s all taken care of,” she smiled. “Have a nice day, Dr. Lewis.”

Confused, Darcy went back to work, mulling over the contradictions she’d seen in Mr. Careless Shieldthug. 

The next morning, Darcy and Jane received a surprising delivery: their favorite coffee orders, correct down to the last pump. A large bouquet of flowers sat on Darcy’s desk, and a thick envelope rested beside it. 

“Well, at least he’s suitably apologetic,” Jane commented, sipping on her coffee. 

Darcy didn’t register anything else while she read the note in the envelope. 

Dr. Lewis,

This is my apology for being a grade a jackass to you. At the very least I should have helped you up. My mama would be ashamed of me. I’ve seen the error of my ways and I hope you can forgive me. 

                                                             Sincerely, 

                                                                Brock 

She wondered if he’d written it with help, but it did sound sincere. Darcy looked back in the envelope and gasped when she saw a familiar item that she hadn’t laid eyes on in a decade.

“My iPod!” she gasped. “Jane, he gave me my iPod back! Also, who’s Brock?”

A couple days later, she was still trying to find out information on the mysterious Brock Rumlow. A lot of his info was redacted, and though she probably could have done some hacking, she decided it wasn’t worth getting in Federal trouble. 

“Visitor for you, Darcy!” Jane called. 

Darcy emerged from her cozy spot in the corner to find Mr. Careless Shieldthug, aka Brock Rumlow, standing in front of her. He didn’t look mean this time, rather obviously nervous. It was almost cute.

“Agent Rumlow, I presume?” she asked, trying not to notice his incredible physique. Damn, the man was ripped.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I wanted to see how you’re doing. That arm looked pretty painful.”

“It’s still sore, but it’s healing,” she told him. “But the iPod return did go a long way in winning my forgiveness, so good move. I guess I won’t sue Shield after all.”

She smirked at him, then let her eyes wander a bit. It wasn’t often such eye candy walked into their lab. Maybe she could take advantage of the opportunity. 

“That’s good to know.” Brock said. “Hill heard about it and roasted my ass like never before.”

“Good for her. Maria is awesome!” Darcy agreed. 

“You know her?”

“I had dealings with the Avengers when I was interning with Jane,” she explained. “And I got to meet a few Shield bigwigs as well. I don’t remember you, though.”

Brock looked away, an uncomfortable look crossing his face. 

“I was deeply undercover back then,” he told her. “I worked with the Avengers some, but it was pretty limited.”

“Ah,” she acknowledged. “Fury probably made you crazy.” 

“That’s the understatement of the century,” he snorted. “Funny enough, when I asked him about you, he rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t even get me started.” I knew then that I’d probably like you.”

Darcy burst out laughing. 

“Hee-Hee! I love pissing off Fury. I think maybe we can be friends, after all, Brock. Let’s start over.”

“I like the sound of that,” Brock agreed, allowing a tiny, relieved smile to appear. 

[aimmyarrowshigh]

JAMuary: 100 Drabbles Based on Songs (2024)

014. Goodbye, Earl - Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff

[dqrciedaily]

morgan cheli headcannons, m.cheli x reader

a/n: need her biblically, need her now!!

this was gonna be just cuddling with her headcannons but i’m too much of a yapper so here we are!!

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she is the ultimate personal heater, whenever you’re cold you can just go up to her and hug her and you’re instantly warmer. same thing goes for when it’s the middle of winter and it’s cold you can just climb into her bed and she doesn’t even bat an eye when you cuddle up close to her.

she love love lovesss teasing and/or tickling you!! especially when she’s not tired and you’re trying to fall asleep, at first it’s just small patterns on your back but then she moves towards your sides and you can feel it but try not to react, but when she starts tickling you properly you obviously can’t help but try squirm away and she just finds it so funny and successfully has managed to make you stay awake

this is specific to non!bball!reader but she’d be so patient with you if she tried to teach you how to play. even if you missed like every shot and when you get a basket in she’d act like you’d just done the most incredible thing ever!! praise praise and more praise

pet names pet names pet names!!! she’s calling you baby at all times, if yous are not out to the fans yet she’s deffo slipped up a couple times on live or she’ll call you a specific nickname that no one else does that makes it so painfully obvious that yous are dating

same thing goes with literally making heart eyes at your every move (pazzi vibes!!!) but no seriously you could literally just be talking to the live and she’d be sitting behind you, slightly in view of the camera, and you can see in the camera how she’s staring at you like you put the moon and stars there

you will be doing tiktok dances together!! she deffo made you do that one dance (yk the 5,6,5,6,7,8 dance yeah that one) at least ten times!! and also you always do those cutesy couple trends (in another life morgan i did the “you with the dark curls and you with the water colour eyes” trend)

deffo takes the piss outta you like ten times a day minimum and vice versa. you trip over thin air best believe she’s mocking you for the next hour

the team will make fun of you guys, but in a cute endearing way xxx, like yous could just be holding hands and paige will be behind the two of you fake throwing up or telling you to leave room for jesus which therefore commences an onslaught of teasing comments from the whole team

if you’re an argument you never really shout at each other and she deffo apologises first, even if you’re in the wrong

big spoon! big spoon! big spoon! unless she’s had a particularly rough day then she’d want to be little spoon but majority of the time she’s big spoon!!

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Honestly I work so much better when I'm given prompts sometimes. If you guys ever have any ideas for my series or any requests please send them to me. I promise I'll love them and take them into consideration if they're for one of my series.

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most ardently

this is inspired by the two proposal scenes in pride and prejudice 2005 (which is one of my comfort movie). a sort of enemies to lovers with shoto todoroki.

(disclaimer: these two scenes are not mine! they are just something i changed up a little for the purpose of this fic! and the characters do not belong to me! i do not want copywrite issues!)

no warnings! angst to fluff! (if you enjoy this, please give me recs on what to write next. i am SEVERLY suffering from writer's block)

also, the tinist bit of iida x ochako, one because i just saw the cutest tik tok shipping them, and two because, why not?

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despite the party still raging on inside the dorms of class 3-A, you storm out of the building as fast as you could. you couldn't help but balk at the audacity of todoroki. it was pouring rain, but you didn't care. all you could think about was what midoriya accidentally spilled to you. how shoto had ruined your best friend's relationship, by warning off her beloved. then other memories of him started to bubble up, and soon, you were filled with rage. how he had constantly looked down on you, despite your cheerful attempts to get him to engage. how he always stood in the corner of the room at every party or get-together, looking around disdainfully, as if he wished he could be anywhere else. how, the first night you met him, he insulted your vanity, saying that your looks were not near pretty enough to tempt him, when he wasn't aware that you and your friend were in earshot.

making your way under some shelter, a few blocks from UA, you leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath. in focusing on that, you do not notice a figure come up beside you.

when shoto clears his throat, you gasp, your mind going through thousands of explanations that could explain why your enemy has followed you. but before you can come up with any plausible choice, he speaks.

"l/n. i have struggled in vain and i can bear it no longer. these past months have been a torment. i came to this party with the single object of seeing you. i had to see you."

you stare at him in complete shock and confusion. what on earth is he getting at? but before you can voice any of these things, he continues on.

"i've fought against my better judgment, my family's expectation, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance,"

anger filled your gut once again as he spoke. well, your parents were no number one hero, but they were doing just fine with themselves! and even though you and your family weren't rich, it wasn't like you were poor! how dare he utter those words to you. and yet he continued.

"all those things, but i'm willing to put them aside and ask you to send my agony."

"i don't understand".

and before the last syllable falls off your lips, he utters "i love you."

he stares at you and steps closer. "most ardently." his voice shakes, and you feel so many different, contradicting emotions.

he swallows when you do not respond. "please do me the honor of accepting my hand."

there was a pause as you tried to recover yourself. finally you speak.

"todoroki, i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain. believe me, it was unconsciously done."

his gaze hardens a bit. "is this your reply?"

"it is"

the rain continued pouring down around you.

"are you," he blinks. "are you laughing at me?"

"no" you respond sharply.

"are you rejecting me?"

you almost scoff, trying not to roll your eyes. "i'm sure that the feelings which have hindered your regard will help you in overcoming it."

his arms sway against his side for a bit, as if he wasn't expecting this response.

"might I ask why you rejected me with little hesitation? am i so repulsive?"

stalking up to him, you get in his face, pointing a finger at his chest. "i might as well ask why, with so clearly a motive of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment?"

his eyes widened, and he tried to double back. "no, believe me, i didn't mean-"

but this time, you didn't give him a chance to finish. "and if i was so uncivil for you to be with, then there's your excuse for such mockery of my character, but i have other reasons to reject you, you know i have!"

"what reasons?" the fact that he actually seemed shocked about this made you even angrier. you take a step back and wipe your face, clearing the raindrops that stained it.

"do you think that anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined the happiness of a most beloved friend?"

he stared at you, his mouth agape. he gave no answer, so you pressed on. "do you deny it, todoroki?"

nothing.

again you ask, "do you deny it, shoto? that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the same heartbreak you subjected my best friend too? that you allowed them such misery?"

"i do not deny it."

"how could you do that?"

"because i believed your friend to be indifferent."

you actually scoff this time. "indifferent?"

"i watched them most carefully, and realized his attachment was much deeper than hers," he managed to stutter out.

"that's because she's shy!"

"iida too is modest, and was persuaded that she didn't feel strongly for him"

"he was only persuaded because you suggested it!" you started to raise your voice, overwhelmed with the truth.

shoto scoffed and looked away. "i did it for his own good."

"OCHAKO BARELY REVEALS HER TRUE FEELINGS TO ME!" you try to calm yourself, but nothing was working. "i suppose you suspect that his fortune had some bearing on the matter?"

shoto inhales quickly. "no! i would never do your friend the dishonor. although it was suggested that dating him would be advantageous."

"did ochako give that impression?"

"no! it pains me to say this, but it was shown in the lack of propriety by your other friends."

"wow."

"so this is your opinion of me? thank you for explaining so fully," he spat, "perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked, if your pride had not been hurt-"

you almost laugh in his face. "my pride?"

"- by my honesty in admitting scruples about our relationship. could you really expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?"

"and those are the words of a gentleman? from the first moment i met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to be with!"

shoto recoils, as though he had been slapped. "forgive me for taking up so much of your time." he abruptly turns to leave, not noticing the tears in your eyes due to the matching ones in his.

after he was out of sight, you fall to the wet ground, sobbing.

over the next three months, the two of you barely speak. and over that time, you really reflect on your time together. you realize that your feelings about him ran deeper than you thought, and you often cried about what could have been. but your pride prevented you from doing anything about it. you tried to put on a happy face around your friends, but they knew.

one night, at another party, this one to celebrate the end of midterms, you think back bitterly to how the last party ended for you. but you couldn't be too upset, when you see ochaco and iida cuddling in the corner. you were so happy for your friend, and apparently, everyone else too, and the couple got berated by their classmates the rest of the evening. smiling to yourself, you look around the room, before you meet mismatched eyes which cause your smile to drop. feeling overcome with sadness, you walk out of the party again, not wanting to ruin the mood.

the stars were beautiful tonight, but it was a bit chilly for you to properly enjoy them. you sit on some random bench you come across, just thinking. then, across the street, you see someone emerge. standing up, you wave him over. "shoto!"

"what are you doing out here?"

"oh, i," you were too embarrassed to tell him the real reason. "i just needed some fresh air." he hums in response, and silence falls.

you look at him, in all his glory, with his mismatched hair flowing in the wind. you shiver, which he notices, and suddenly the air around you is warmer. you smile at him, and his blushes.

"thank you for the kindness you showed to ochako. i need to make amends with you immediately."

"you must know," he responds quietly, "surely, you must know it was all for you. i thought you hated me. but when i saw you looking at me at the party, i allowed myself to hope, which i scarcely did before. if your feelings are still what they were, tell me so at once. my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever."

relishing in his words, you remain silent. so he continues.

"if your feelings however, have changed," he trailed off, so you look at him.

he looks as though he is gathering confidence before turning to you fully, looking you in the eye, and grabbing your hand. "i would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and i love… i love, i love you. i never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

tears fill your eyes as you launch yourself at him. he holds you close, and you whisper. "i love you as well." you look at him with a twinkle in your eye and tilt your head. "most ardently."

he laughs, and you envelope yourself in it. he turns your head to face him and presses a soft kiss to your lips, which you return without hesitation.

author's note: i'm a little conflicted with this. i didn't want to change up the wording, but now it sounds like he's actually proposing, and you guys are still supposed to be at UA, and when i did change up the wording, it just feels wrong? i also cut the first proposal a little short to get the story moving. i hope you can find it somewhere inside of you to forgive me.

... oh well, just imagine it all works out the way i wanted it to in my head. lol. love you all, and i hope you are all having a wonderful week!

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Witch Week [Drabble]

Title: Witch Week [Drabble] Participant: SomeSortofItalianRoast Square filled: -Darcy Lewis Weekly Challenge: Witch Week Archive warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Gen Pairing: hinted Darcy/Loki Tags: Fae, Fairies, Witch!Darcy Lewis Word Count: 100 Summary: Darcy Lewis is a direct descendant of the ancient Celtic Queens. Now of the age of majority in the Fae world, she’s invited into the Courts for a ball. The Norse God is a bit of a surprise.

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Darcy wasn’t sure how she ended up in this position, dancing at a ball hosted by the Fae. The wrought iron tiara was heavy on her head, its cold iron signifying that she was not one of the Fae. This was a huge step up for a hearth witch. A hearth witch with a pedigree of queens, if the dark haired, silver tongued man standing next to her was telling the truth. Darcy didn’t doubt him. The wrought iron tiara sitting on her long dark hair, unbound to signal her marital status made that clear. As did the shared kiss.

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Today at Pemberley, The 24th of September:

Mr. Darcy disappeared from an intimate shooting party, of which he was the host without announcing his departure. His absence was quickly noticed but none of the gentlemen commented on it as his wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy is recently returned from a fortnight’s long absence visiting family and was seen walking the grounds in a comely dress.

Previous days at Pemberley here