#darcy said time to flirt

[dubiousculturalartifact]

do you ever think about how darcy's perspective of the visit to rosings is just... a completely wild time. so like. he and his favourite cousin goes to visit with his weird aunt, and ends up running into this hot girl, that he's really kinda increasingly into? she's staying in the area for a while with her bestie. so like. he was expecting a boring social obligation visit & getting pressure into marrying his other, less favourite cousin. instead, he watches the hot girl hold her own with his aunt in conversation. she banters with him over the pianoforte and they have a Moment™. he keeps going over to the house she's staying at, just to awkwardly chill there, even though he doesn't like the other people there. has a whole conversation with her about how she wouldn't mind living far away from family, as long as she could afford the travel. he extends his visit so he can keep seeing her. when he runs into her on a walk, she makes a point of detailing the exact route she prefers to take while out walking, clearly encouraging him to join her, so he does. he has a really nice time on these walks, they spend a lot of time in companionable silence, but he manages to flirt a little by implying some stuff about the future & what their married life could be like, and they have some conversations about that. and sure, she has some family baggage, but none of them are around so it's a lot easier to ignore, y'know? so eventually he just can't take it anymore, and he shoots his shot. she clearly values honesty so he explains his scruples as well, but he thinks she's been dropping some favourable signals, so he's got a good chance, right?

and then not only she turns him down she ROASTS THE FUCK OUT OF HIM. she insults him. she insults his honour as a gentleman. she flips the fuck out about... oh yeah crap the sister thing, turns out his cousin blabbed, and then I'M SORRY YOU SAID WHAT? ABOUT WICKHAM? THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING WICKHAM, MY FUCKING NEMESIS? HE FUCKING SAID WHAT ABOUT.... OH MY GOD. oh fuck. I've fucked up so badly I need to reevaluate my entire life & risk sending a letter to an unmarried woman who hates my guts, just so i can explain shit. fuck.

[booksandchainmail]

I've started reading Anne Lister's (early 1800s lesbian) journals, some highlights:

where they start off, she's accompaning her ex-its-complicated (Mariana) who just got married on her honeymoon. Anne responds to this heartbreak by fucking Mariana's sister (also along on the honeymoon)

she is also an absolute dirtbag towards this sister (confusingly also named Anne aka Nantz), "she would gladly have gotten into bed or done anything of the loving kind I asked her", "I said she excited my feelings in a way that was very unjustifiable unless she meant to gratify them"

part of how she explains she's gay to Nantz is saying how pretty hr sister Eliza is. Notably this is not the sister that Anne has been dating.

then she immediately drops Nantz and makes a snide note that "superior charms might not be so easily come-at-able on such easy terms"

Later she meets back up with Mariana and then proceeds to spend so much time hanging out with yet another sister (Lou) that Mariana gets jealous, which Anne glosses over in a way that might read more heartfelt if she had not previously a) noted that one of Mariana's sisters was very pretty or b) slept with another one

On the one hand she is such a snob towards her neighbors, but on the other its clear she's acutely aware that they are all aware she is Different and are gossiping about her, so I find it hard to hold the classism against her

her idea of flirting with a local middleclass girl she meets is to send her a poem about having a temporary fling with a social inferior. Luckily she does not go through with this idea, but big Darcy energy

at one point she buys a pistol and shoots out of her window and the recoil knocks it out of her hand so dramatically that the pistol smashes the glass

so much of these journals are about finances, which I'm sure the historians adore, Anne keeps noting down how much everything cost

There's some interesting gendered bits going on in her: Anne mentions at one point sitting in just her underwear and men's suspenders, and mentions "the abuse I had received for [...] manners like those of a gentleman". She's also very focused on getting a full (masculine) education: classics, math and science, etc, and there are multiple places where she notes particularly when a(n unfamiliar) man treats her intellect as an equal.

there's one long bit that really gets me where she goes on for a while about the various expenses of traveling by coach and ends it with "Any gentleman might travel on these terms, if he chose to go into the traveling room & was sure of being well received so long as he did not give himself airs, but behaved like a gentleman. Indeed, he said, many gentlemen did travel in this way..."

gods I wish she lived in a time where she could be butch

Anne Lister kept parts of her journals encrypted, mostly the lines to do with her sexuality, and there's a strange poetry in the way this collection renders the encrypted text in italics, queerness once unreadable but still written plainly alongside the deniable straightness, "Had a hot supper & did not get back until 3. I slept with M---"

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

science experiment! reader would try to flirt back with jason with a comment that is not flirtatious at all and it would be the cutest thing ever

"How's that going?" Diana asked, nodding towards where Jason was talking to you, trying to get you to drink water and take a snack he pickpocketed from Tim as he walked by.

"It... has it's moments where it's disgustingly sweet," Bruce said. "And other moments, like now where we just want to to shake them."

She smiled a little, "It'll be okay, Brucie."

"I hope so." He sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. Jason wasn't touching you but it was clear that he was walking you to the transporters. You'd all done your part and it was time for you to go home. The others were going to run patrol, you were going to go home and take over for Babs for a while so she could sleep.

"It will be," she said confidently. "Jason has always had a soft spot for his tragic heroines."

"That's true," Bruce snorted. "He was always a Colonel Bandon looking for his Marianne."

"She's too practical to be a Marianne," Diana mused. "And there's no Elinor. Or Willoughby. Maybe they would be a better fit for Darcy and Elizabeth."

"He was a bit of a douche to her," Bruce admitted, "At least at the start."

"But. I'm sure that didn't last long. It's hard to hate someone that easy to love."

Bruce looked up at her and smiled a little, "Going soft on me, Princess?"

"I just want my little friends to be happy," she pouted. "Even if they're not little anymore."

[dwrogue]

Quotes from the novelisation

So the Target novelisation is out! Highly recommend it, an extremely good time that somehow gives us a ton of backstory on Rogue while also still leaving things very open for fic.

A selection of quotes I highlighted on my way through:

The Doctor being horrendously into Rogue

The Doctor was now walking in the gardens with Rogue beside him, his new favourite brooding stranger.

He looked back at Rogue, walking, brooding (of course), and had to remind himself that this was an interrogation, not a date.

Sure, the Doctor couldn’t deny, Rogue was incredibly handsome.

The Doctor was suddenly very conscious that their hands were almost touching.

Rogue grabbed the Doctor’s arm and moved him with ease to the middle of the small metal pieces. ‘Stand there.’ The bounty hunter’s strong, the Doctor thought. Confirmed.

The Doctor could already feel people starting to turn and whisper but his focus wasn’t on that. All he was thinking about was Rogue. Rogue’s hand on his shoulder, his chest. Rogue’s eyes locked with his as the pair of them turned and twirled across the floor.

More below the cut: some of these get very spoilery including for the very end of the book, so don't click if you don't want to know.

Rogue being horrendously into the Doctor

His gorgeous brown eyes beamed up at Rogue from the middle of the crowd. For the first time in a long time, Rogue felt that jolt of electricity when you meet that person. That next person who might be the one to change your life.

the main thing that impressed him was how stylish it all was. How well placed and how welcoming. Rogue had only known the Doctor for one night, but it was clear this ship was perfectly made for the person who travelled in it.

‘I know.’ Rogue smiled at the kind, brilliant, amazing man in front of him.

Rogue felt another jolt of that electricity as their arms almost touched.

He wondered how long he would have with this new and wonderful stranger, and then also why he was troubling himself with the thought at all.

He’d not been asking the Doctor for marriage, but for some simple commitment. A sign he should stay longer than this one adventure. To see those worlds he’d promised. At least for a little while. Now he couldn’t stop wondering how much of their connection was real and how much had been for show.

Socially anxious king

It was then that Rogue emotionally left his body and started panicking a good 50 feet above the scene playing out below.

‘So, have you known the Duchess long?’ It was here that Rogue hoped the Doctor was his bounty because his small talk game was not his best quality.

Usually, the imaginary conversations Rogue had with [Art] were when he was alone in the ship but in moments of crisis sometimes, he would imagine him, a life raft in a sea of social interaction nightmares.

‘Can’t I storm off alone?’ said Rogue. ‘I would rather not talk in front of this many people.’

I had to stop and compose myself for a minute

‘Don’t blame me! De Lacaille chose them! Great astronomer, bad with names.’ Then he smiled cheekily. ‘But if it’s romance you’re after? He also named those stars there the pump, the chisel and Norma.’ Okay, he was flirting now. Ruby would be furious with him if this silly side quest was what got him killed.

‘Not what I’m after,’ replied Rogue, his tone back to matter-of-fact but his face blushing a little.

["the pump"]

**

Rogue had met many dreamers and magicians in his travels. It was surprising how many had bounties on their heads; he immediately recalled quite a complicated winter with Houdini.

[...WHAT. Was this the winter after the Doctor's long hot summer?? What a year Houdini had.]

**

On the banks of the pond, the pair of them dragged themselves out. Rogue’s shirt was stuck to his body; the Doctor’s was the same. They were both drenched through. They looked at each other and laughed. ‘Okay, Ruby was right, this is a bit Mr Darcy.’

[I know the odds of this having been filmed are almost zero, nobody's letting Jonathan risk his voice jumping into a pond in Britain at night in May, but #releasetheherroncut]

**

[Rogue imagines a letter in which his dead love Art gives a potential new relationship his blessing] Please give him a hug from me and do not name a child or dog in my memory when you move in together. A cactus is fine, though. [Almost put this in 'Rogue is horrendously into him' but the 'WHEN you move in together' had me putting the book down for a second. Also that Rogue is contemplating what they should or should not name their future dog OR CHILD.]

Just pure romance

[on seeing the ship] Oh, Rogue, he thought. What happened, love?

**

Rogue just stared in awe, taking in the Doctor, all of them. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he said.

**

Rogue slowly opened his arms, and the Doctor fell into them and sobbed. ‘I’m sorry,’ Rogue said over and over.

**

Rogue looked into the Doctor’s eyes and knew that he would never stop caring. Could never stop wanting to help, to fight, to go on. That was who he was. The Doctor let go of Rogue’s hand and climbed in through the window, and Rogue did what he knew he would do for ever.

Follow him.

**

Then he stepped forward and wrapped the Doctor in his arms and kissed him. It was a soft, passionate kiss, full of promise. The moment was tender. Romantic. It was theirs.

**

As he fell, his mind had one, clear thought. Worth every second.

**

The Doctor just kept smiling, keeping his eyes on the sky. ‘At least we got to live and love together a bit. Exist.’

**

Of all the timelines they could both have inhabited, Rogue was grateful that their eyes had met on this one. What a great surprise that had been from the universe. Yes, right now, he was lonely, but time wasn’t linear, and this was his favourite thing about it. Rogue was sitting in this cave, but he was also walking with the Doctor in the garden, he was laughing with Art in the Yossarian, he was falling from a building, he was running from one memory of his life to another. All at once.

Rogue was in the Doctor’s arms, spinning around and around, for ever.

[fieldsofwriting]

Ryis Headcannons!

I combined two asks for this one, so enjoy pre-dating headcannons, and what the townies would think of y'all dating!

I think Ryis would be instantly smitten with you. He's new to town, your new to town. It just makes since for it to be a natural thing that you guys would get along!

He'd ask you to hang out all the time. Or like, he'd be doing something and say "Hey you should totally join us later!"

After some initial getting to know each other awkwardness, and once you guys are like- comfortably friends is when he'd start flirting.

It be little things, like if your hanging out and are just like "Wow! That's a cute flower." He'd slide in with the, "Not as cute as you."

He'd also always have a spot next to him open for you at the Inn. He'd also always have your favorite drink next to him.

It get to the point that people wouldn't even try to sit next to Ryis because that was your spot and everyone knows it.

He'd ALWAYS walk you home on Friday nights. It doesn't matter how late you guys are out. He'd always do it.

Same thing with the Markets, he'd come to get you and take you to Darcy's stand right away to try the iced coffee.

Darcy compliments you guys like, "Oh! What a cute couple!" before you and Ryis with intense blushes are like "N-No! We're just friends!"

After that though Ryis would start thinking about how nice it was that someone thought you were his.

He gets Reina's help to give you guys the most romantic meal the Sleeping Dragon Inn has ever given someone. Hemlock is playing music, Josie got the littles to hang out at Dell's for the night. She's also serving everyone outside. Reina gives you a 'lovers inspired' meal (It's you and Ryis's favorites)

He'd take your hands after Dinner and is walking you home when he just goes... "So...what did you think of what Darcy said?"

"...mm I didn't mind... why do you ask?"

"..Oh I was just wondering you wanted to confirm her suspicions for next week?"

Needless to say, you say yes.

The whole town would be so excited that you guys can finally stop pinning over each other.

Landon is so excited as well, he gives Ryis all his dating Advice he can.

March is just excited to stop hearing about you. As much.

Everyone though is seriously so excited they think y'all are the cutest.

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! Let me know if theres any other requests!

[6rookie-writer0110]

Crossing over

Darcy Lewis x Male Reader

Request - Darcy x thors son. He was banished to midgard with his father.

You and your father crashed into the earth and you hit the ground hard. The ground cracked and you are not feeling hurt, because you healed rapidly.

“How can he do that to us!?” You screamed.

Your grandfather Odin banned you and your father from Asgard. You and your father just crashed into earth in the middle of a small town. You are feeling angry and betrayed and you look around.

“So we can't go back home ever?” You asked.

“We can't go back because I saw father destroy the portal our only way,” Thor said.

“Didn't you been to earth before?” You asked.

“One time, but I don't remember how I got back home to Asgard,” Thor said.

“What are we going to do?” You asked.

“Jane Foster will help us,” Thor said.

“Who?” You said.

Your father starts to tell you how he met Jane Foster. It didn't take long for him to find Jane’s van and she saw him. When you saw Darcy you developed a crush on her.

“Why did he ban you and your son from Asgard?” Jane asked.

“It’s a long boring story,” Thor said.

“What about your powers?” Darcy asked.

“Don’t worry about that, beautiful. I will still protect you. You should be my wife” You said boldly.

“I don't even know your name and I’m not your wife, but thank you for the compliment,” Darcy said.

“My name is Y/N. When should we start planning for our wedding?” You said.

“Slow down,” Jane said.

You winked at Darcy. Then your father told them what happened back home. You and your dad go to their camp and they start to about their new project. Jane is going to let you and your father stay with them for a while.

“So you and your dad have the same powers?” Darcy asked

“Yes. We would combine our powers during battle but I have other skills too” You said

“Asking every girl to marry you?” Darcy asked

“No. You are the first, Darcy and I mean that” You said.

You were serious about it and she did believe you.

“First time on your earth?” Darcy asked

“Yes, but my dad said he was here before,” you said

“Oh, yeah. The first time he tried coffee was funny” Darcy giggled

“What is coffee?” You asked

“I forget coffee doesn't exist in Asgard. But I will show you, just follow me” Darcy said.

You follow her to the diner and she starts to explain about coffee. She made you try iced coffee which you liked the most. Then you tried black coffee and you hated that one, but she laughed because of the facial expression you made. You just ordered more iced coffee then you tried lattes and you loved it. You were about to throw the coffee mug onto the floor but she quickly stopped you.

“Don’t do that. Just ask for another one, just ask Y/N” Darcy said.

“Just ask?” You said

“Yes. Your dad did the same and he broke so many mugs that day” Darcy said

She lets go of your wrist and you don't break it. She ordered more coffee for you then you started to try the food.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

You are still on earth with your dad but he is spending more time with Jane. You don't mind because you get to be with Darcy and you keep flirting with her.

“Earth is so much better” You smiled.

“You never left Asgard?” Darcy asked

“I have been to other realms but never to earth. But now I have a reason” You said

Darcy couldn't help to blush and she tried to hide it, but you noticted it. You enjoy listening to her talk and you ask her questions about earth.

—

Darcy takes you to a bar to show you how people have fun. You and Darcy are sitting together and you tried your first beer.

“Do you like it?” Darcy asked

“Yes and I will get another one,” You said

“Don’t break the bottle, Y/N” Darcy giggled

“I won't do it” You smiled

You head to the bar to ask for more beer. Darcy waits for you to come back but her ex-boyfriend sees her. She didn't want to talk to him but he still went towards her to talk.

“Hey, Darcy. You haven't been returning my texts” He said

“Because we aren't dating anymore and stop texting me,” Darcy said

“Come on don't be like that. Maybe we can hookup -” He said

Darcy told him no but he didn't listen. But you arrived with the beers and put it on the table.

“This is a private conversation, walk away,” He said.

“Is he bothering you?” You asked

“This is my ex-boyfriend and he doesn't understand the words leave me alone,” Darcy said

“You heard her walk away,” You said

“I’m not going to listen to you. You walk away or else” He said

“Or else?” You said.

He tried to punch you but you dodged his punch. Darcy gasped then you punched him in the face and then in the stomach. Everyone is watching, You grab him by his shirt and throw him out of the bar, and he is in pain. He gets up and starts to run away and she is speechless.

“Wow, I can't believe you did that, Y/N” Darcy said

“I couldn't watch him harass you while I do nothing. Are you okay?” You said.

“Thank you,” Darcy said

You and Darcy are standing in front of the bar. She is standing very close to you and you kiss her on the lips. She puts her arms around your shoulders and she starts to kiss you back.

“Let’s get out of here,” You said

“I like that idea” Darcy smiled

She starts to kiss you back and you start to smile.

You and Darcy go home together. And your dad is sleeping on the couch with his mouth open. Darcy grabbed some chips from the kitchen and she sat next to Thor. She gets an idea and you watch her put one chip in his mouth, he doesn't wake up. You and Darcy are trying not to laugh too loud.

“Shhh, don't be loud” Darcy whispered

“Let me try” You whispered

You grabbed a chip and put it in his mouth. Darcy grabbed her phone, and she started to record you and her putting chips in his mouth. Then you and Darcy took selfies with your dad and he hasn't woken up yet. But Jane came home and she was loud then you and Darcy moved away from him. Thor starts to wake up and he is confused as to why chips are in his mouth

“Did you fall asleep while eating chips?” Jane asked

“I don't remember,” Thor said

But he starts to eat the chips while you and Darcy laugh in the kitchen.

[hotjaneaustenmenpoll]

The Quarter-Final Round Roundup

Before the start of the Semi-finals later today we say farewell to the fallen four Hot Jane Austen Men who must retire to the country as their season ends.

In a matchup of men who mothers dote on the voters were persuaded that despite being a loveable labrador of a man Mr Bingley (1995) was still too easily lead and so will not be returning to Netherfield Park as you instead chose the constancy of a Colonel...

And not just that of a Colonel but a Captain too as the never inconstant Wentworth was rewarded with your votes as you rejected the rakish ways of Willoughby (1995), disinherited him from Combe Magna and sent our very last Jane Austen fuck boy off in search of a Miss Grey and her 50,000 a year.

While Edward playing pirates with a younger sister may mean you think very highly of him - that you greatly esteem him when his opponent can one-up him by saving a younger sister from absolute ruin, pirateering is not enough. Which means you declared that whether as a Daniel Cleaver or a Edward Ferrars (1995) Hugh Grant can never defeat a Mr Darcy.

Our hardest fought battle this round was of course between the last of our post 90s men Mr Tilney (2007) and Mr Knightley (2009). Though you conceded that Henry Tilney would dance with you at a party where you know no one, talk to you about your favourite books, tease you and flirt with you even risk disinheritance after you accuse his father of murder - he is after all still for the church so for the second time this week you said who wants a clergyman when you can have an estate? And so it is Mr Tilney (2007) who watches on as we speed past him in our gig right into the Semi-finals!

Our two Semi-Finals will be posted in the next few hours so if you have any propaganda that you think will take your man all the way to the Hot Jane Austen Man Final send it in now!

But before you do join me once more in saying...

Bye boys!

[bellatrixobsessed1]

They Dream In Unison

Trix Week Day 1 - Sisterly Bonding

Summary: After the Trix form the Megatrix, their souls bind to one another.

She comes home bruised and bloody on most days. 

All three of them do. 

But she likes to take most of the hits. 

It hurts like hell and sometimes it is more than just a scratch or a cut. Usually it is a burn or two. Most of which have healed and faded aways. But she still has the scars from the Great Witch Invasion. They cover her left side and part of her stomach save for the portion that she had shielded with her arm. 

It is fine. 

She doesn’t mind. 

Her sisters don’t bear any scorches nor burns. 

They have been through a lot together and they will go through a lot still. She supposes that that is that path that they, with all of their drive and ambition, have chosen for themselves. 

It is said that witches can’t form bonds.

That they have no loyalty.

And Icy does delight in that image.

She delights in it while proving it false. A fairy could never get as close as the three of them have. It had been quite a decision to become the megatrix; a being of pure shadow and darkness. A being of ice and gales. To have become so wholly interwoven has changed them. Altered them and connected them in a way that the three of them still don’t fully understand.

It is a state wherein not one of them could take more control than any of the others without risking their own ruin. A state that few covens have ever managed to reach, for trust had been at the core of the spell. If they couldn’t trust each other fully and completely then their magic would shrivel and their physical forms would corrupt and disintegrate.

And now she knows things about them. And they know things about her. Things that they had never been able to bring themselves to tell one another. Darcy doesn’t like her nose. Stormy thinks that she is too short. And Icy wishes that her face wasn’t so naturally soft and delicate. Darcy is afraid of mice—which does explain a few things. Darcy also fears losing she and Stormy. Stormy who gets quite uncomfortable at the sight of clusters of holes and the thought of the responsibilities that come with growing up. And Icy is afraid of failure and being forgotten and losing her magic. And also ducks. And plenty more. They give her a hard time over the duck thing and the sheer amount of fears that she has concealed so very well. 

They know that Darcy had a history of being terrible and flirting and getting rejected until she blossomed into herself. They know that Stormy is actually quite scared about what their future holds and that she sometimes questions the path that they are on. And they know that Icy herself isn’t really as confident as she makes herself out to be. That she feels as though she is a waste of potential, that she should be much further than where she is at.

It is something of a relief to have at least two people who know. Truly know and truly understand. They know each other because they have become each other. For a moment and forever. They had interlaced their spirits and such a feat can never be completely undone. 

Sometimes Darcy wakes up screaming over Stormy’s nightmares. Sometimes Darcy weeps over Icy’s memories—she never wanted anyone to know where the scars on her back have come from, let alone that they were given to her by her own parents. She certainly didn’t want Darcy or Stormy to live those memories, to feel that pain exactly and as intensely as she had. And Stormy never wanted she and Darcy to feel the exact moment when she had dragged the razor across her calf. She said that alleviates anxiety and that she wouldn’t do it again. 

They feel each other’s pain, each other’s humiliation, and dreads. 

They feel each other’s pride, each other’s delight, and affections. 

In fact, Darcy knows it before she does that she cared quite a lot about Tritannus. 

That she still does. Darcy wonders why she has broken Tritannus out of Oblivion just to pretend like she has no affections for him at all. Darcy can’t seem to figure that one out because Icy also has yet to understand it. Icy just likes knowing that he is there and available for when she is ready. What Darcy has figured out is that Stormy only loves women before Stormy had figured it out for herself. 

And Icy realizes that she is fine with that. Content and even comforted in knowing that two people will always understand her perfectly. Content and comforted in that she can understand them. That they will always have each other. 

She has heard tell that most covens never consider becoming one with each other. That it feels unnatural and that they would never give up even a portion of their agency. 

She thinks that they can hardly be called covens if their trust is that null. 

For Icy, the convergence had been the most natural thing in the world. They have known each other for so long now that it feels almost exactly correct. Natural, as though they should have become one with each other ages ago.

And so it is no surprise that when they drag themselves back from yet another battle covered in gashes in bruises, most to their bodies but some to their egos, they fall upon the sofa and lean against one another. Icy is tired. Frustrated. They know this. 

“Maybe next time you should let us take a few more hits. We’re tough too.” Stormy insists. 

Maybe she could use that. 

Darcy sighs. “You’re a complete mess.” 

“I do hope that you are referring to my disheveled appearance and not the state of my life.” Icy grumbles as Darcy fetches a washcloth to dab at her bloodied cheek. It is starting to swell. 

“I’m referring to both.” 

Icy gives a dismissive wave and then a hiss, “you didn’t tell me that you put alcohol on that.”

Darcy shrugs. “Because you would have tried to stop me from cleaning your wounds. Stormy and I are not dealing with another infection because you don’t want to feel a little sting.” She pauses. “Which is wild because you get burnt worse than that all the time.”

“That’s different. I don’t know that it’s coming so it hurts less.”

“Right…” Darcy mumbles and rolls her eyes. 

“More like you don’t have time to be worried about it.” Stormy adds. 

That is her nature, to be worried about every little thing all at once. Sometimes she wishes that Darcy and Stormy didn’t know this particular thing about her. She frets over things before there are things to fret over.

“Next time we go out to fight the Winx you’re going to…” Darcy reaches for a bandage and plasters it onto Icy’s cheek. “Let us get a bit banged up. How much more do you think that you can take before you sustain some real damage.”

“Yeah! Darcy and I don’t want to be bombarded with distress if you find out that you have permeate damage to one of your organs or something. You’re really dramatic about it.” 

“It’s my mind, I can think what I want with it. If you don’t like my silent brooding and lamenting then maybe you should work on blocking me out better.”

Stormy slugs her in the bicep. “Just let us takes some hits, will you!?”

Icy sighs. “Fine. I suppose that it would be nice to not…” she hisses a second time. “Have Darcy sneak up on me with alcohol wipes and…ow! And forcefully stick bandages onto my arm.”

Darcy gives Icy’s knee a pat. “There, you’re all cleansed and bandaged.” 

Icy grits her teeth. “Oh how lovely.”

She will deny it to the end that they actually love each other. All three of them will; bonding and deep friendships are for faeries. And yet they have interconnected themselves more deeply than most anyone else has. 

So much so that if anything were to happen to one of them the other two would have an insatiable hole. A yawning void. To lose one another would be to lose a part of their soul. Their shared, sister soul. 

Icy leans herself against Darcy’s shoulder and Stormy lays herself across their laps. It has been a hard day.

It is time for some rest.

They fall asleep. 

They dream in unison.

[midnightmayhem13]

baby kiss it better

your first kiss with the ladies! enjoyyyyy🩶

carol danvers:

after carol had taken you on a few dates, she wanted to wait for the perfect one to kiss you. until one day, you two were doing a mission together but had to be disguised. you two dressed up and went to some famous drug cartel gala. there was people making bids on illegal substances and there was one in particular you had to get so no one else had it. you and carol had dressed up as if you went as a date. after you two finished the mission you were just chilling on a roof top. carol flew you there bc she wanted to cool down before you two went home. she was telling you all about the stars. saying "but your smiles out shines all of them" with a smirk. you giggled and looked at her then her lips, noticing she was already staring at yours. as if there was some force that pushed you two together you met in the middle and kissed. the kiss was long passionate. her hands going to your waist, yours to her face and neck. and the stars shined brighter in that moment

sharon carter:

you two were out and about just partying and having fun together. no avenger status and no power broker business. you two went to clubs and bars and just had drinks going to all the clubs you could find. and the more you two drank the more tension there was. you two were flirting shamelessly. you even had sat on sharon's lap and just chilled there with her arms around you. the later it got more drunk men started getting confident. sharon had gone to the bathroom and you stayed talking to random people. there was one specific man that got too confident and started flirting with you. he started getting touchy and you prayed sharon would come over soon to get you out. he was trying to pull you into him by the waist and before you could react he was getting punched in the gut. by who if not your sharon. she had protectively held you by your waist and cussed the man out. you two walked away and as you were going to thank her she pulled you in and kissed you passionately. you two later decided to go home and get some much needed alone time.

darcy lewis:

you can't help but stare at darcy's beautiful red lips all the time. and she can't help but tease you about it. always blowing you kisses or making kissy faces at you. you kiss each other on the cheek or forehead but you still haven't had your kiss yet. one day you two were on a walk on a chilly fall night, swinging your joined hands when you brought up the topic of kisses. you complimented her lips, says they always looked gorgeous with or without their usual red tint. she blushed and said yours were cute and adorable. you teased her saying that hers were probably soft too. "they look super kissable too darce" you said with a wink. she giggled and stopped your motion. "you wanna see for yourself?" darcy questioned with a raise eye brow and a smirk, grabbing both of your hands. "without a doubt docter" you answered, gingerly grabbing her face and kissing her sweetly. (this my fav one omg)

nebula:

now with nebula, physical affection was hard. not only having never rlly gotten any as a kid, but having you so close to her made her vulnerable. but for you, she would go through hell. she let herself get close to you and forced herself to get used to giving you physical affection and know you loved her. it was hard but things got better. after a hard day you two were entering your room. once in privacy, nebula loved to hug you for a while. while you two were doing this. swaying side to side you pulled away. she immediately looked to see if something was wrong, "i love you nebula." she was stunned, never in her life had she thought you would love her. when she took a while to answer you spoke up, " you d-don't have to say it, i just wanted you to know-" when she cut you off with a passionate but awkward kiss. she didn't say it back but you felt she did. with time, the words would eventually come out her mouth

maria hill

now i strongly believe maria loves slow dancing. so enjoy. you and maria danced often. she actually showed you the steps if you didn't know. but after a while it became a normal thing. when she was stressed for work you step back and hold your hands out and she couldn't say no. slow dancing with you always calmed her down. it didn't matter with or without music as long as it was with you. you two often slow danced in a beautiful scenery. one day while driving around, you found a flower field. it happen to be a mix of your favorite flowers. as if you read each others minds, you began dancing. maria played your favorite song to dance to. you were so beautiful to her. her eyes shined brighter than diamonds in that moment. as you two finished off the dance, you held eachother staring into eachothers eyes. "may i?" maria asked, almost shyly you nodded closing your eyes and feeling her soft lips on yours. neither of you could be happier in that moment.

kate bishop

when you and kate started going out there was a lot of times were you two almost kissed. and much to both of your dismays it was always interrupted. and kate was getting fed up. she wanted to just lock both of you in a room and make out. although that probably wasn't the best option but she considered it. finally one day when you two were having a roof top date as usual eating pizza and having fun. you two were both laughing at something and looked at the other to watch them laugh. in that moment everything just felt right. your belly laughs died down and turned into soft giggles. after having some sort of staring constant you smiled at kate "whatcha thinking about katie?" she questions with an adorable expression "i- i uhm i was uh can- can i kiss you?" late messily stuttered out. immediately getting embarrassed of the way it came out and covering her bright red cheeks with her hands. you didn't answer, you gently removed her hands and smiled at her. you held the side of her neck gently and kissed her. her eyes went wide not thinking you'd actually do it. once she realized what was actually happening she quickly held you by the hips and kissed passionately. you giggled into the kiss and made out on a roof top.

i love darcy. expect more content. that's it.

[bethanydelleman]

So what about the leading men? How do you think they would get on with each other? Honestly I'm interested in any and all your cross-universe opinions: heroine/leading man friendships, between the older gents and ladies...

Follow-up to the female version. I find the men harder. And again, I think the heroes would all basically get along because they are all decent people with similar worldviews.

Best Friends:

Charles Bingley & Everyone, this man is friends with Darcy pre-reformation, enough said. Also, him and Sir John Middleton & Charles Musgrove have a special bond and magnificent house parties.

Henry Crawford & Everyone... at first. Then they start to realize what he's really like (except Edmund, takes him longer)

Tom Bertram, Frank Churchill & John Willoughby, disaster pairing

Colonel Brandon & Captain Wentworth, bond over their mutual time in the military. They are also both hopeless romantics. They get drunk and cry one evening about Eliza 1 and how Wentworth should have written Anne sooner.

Fitzwilliam Darcy & Henry Tilney, Henry is the male version of Elizabeth, so obviously Darcy has to bring him home and show his wife.

George Knightley & Fitzwilliam Darcy, Darcy reminds Knightley of Emma, but they mostly bond over estate management.

Henry Tilney, Edmund Bertram, Charles Hayter, and Edward Ferrars, the country clergyman club, Mr. Collins is not invited.

Mentor/Mentee:

Mr. Knightley & Edmund Bertram, Edmund really needs some life advice from someone older and not his father. And we know he won't listen to women, so I hope he'll listen to Knightley.

Captain Wentworth & Lt. William Price, best captain ever!

Henry Tilney & Edward Ferrars, Edward wants some advice on being a clergyman but they also bond over having shitty families.

Bonus: Sir Thomas Bertram & Sir Walter Elliot are both in parliament, they hate each other.

Also, an anon asked the same question basically:

I don't think Henry Tilney would be anyone's mentor except Edward Ferrars, because he's either the same age or younger than most of them. He is the eldest of the country preachers but not by a whole lot. But Edmund is bad at advice taking... All of them should take his advice on flirting but they won't.

[romanoffsbish]

Mind Games

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Darcy x F!R (if you squint)

Prompts

"Please...say something." (26)

Warnings: Gaslighting, Trauma, Jealousy, Fighting. (Happy ending tho)

18+ | Minors DNI | Alluded to SMUT

Natasha was pacing around the expanse of the common room, you'd just uttered the words that held the power necessary to break her. There was no denying Natasha and you were in love, but somehow it is all the woman ever did. After every hookup she'd reiterate that you and her were just helping one another manage your stress, but then she'd ask you in a whisper to stay, and you always did, because deep down this relationship meant more to both of you.

The team knew, and they were all actually rooting for you, Tony even called you his OTP. Natasha would roll her eyes, deny the claims, then fuck you so good that night you let it go. This went on for two years, the both of you were basically inseparable; until you were.

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This last month you'd mistakenly said it, those three words that she conveyed with a lingering kiss came out of your mouth like word vomit. Everything changed, she stopped answering your texts, switched out from being your mission partner, and even flirted with others on the team to make her point to you crystal clear that this whole shebang wasn't real.

Except it was real, that was the problem, the woman spent her whole life living in fables. Every night a new persona, a new mark to hit, nothing ever stayed the same for long with her. Change was ironically her only constant, so to suddenly have this beautiful, bubbly woman taking the space of the cobwebs in her heart was foreign. Not necessarily unwelcome, but for the time being it felt that way to her, and now her tactics to keep you at arms length worked, but fuck if she wasn't regretting it all now that you were willingly moving on.

Her eyes stung with the tears she'd been holding in since the night you walked out of her room, and she pushed you out of her life. She felt like she couldn't breathe, as if the walls were truly closing in on her, and trapping her in with her pain. As she'd watched you head off to get ready for your date, without even sparing her a glance, she knew she was losing you.

Fear still held her tightly in it's grasp, but you were more than worth the risk of venturing into the unknown, because truth be told she's already fallen, and she didn't take a parachute. Without you there to catch her, she'd likely crash and burn, as she honestly deserved. However, she wasn't one to give up easily; if this was truly her last chance she'd take it, and most importantly she wouldn't squander it.

"What are you waiting for?," Tony snapped at the still woman, and Natasha shook her head to bring herself back to the moment., "Go!," he instructed, then as if she were a mindless robot her legs moved her out of the room, and up many flights of stairs to get to you, arriving just in time as you exited your room in a stride.

The woman was already winded from the trek up, but once she saw you in that dress, you genuinely took her remaining breath away. She'd grown so used to seeing you in your mission suits, and lazy day sweats that she'd forgotten just how good you looked in a full on get up. Not that you were not pretty enough otherwise, because you were, but this specialty look really accentuated your natural beauty.

Natasha was so enamored by said beauty that she narrowly missed her window to stop you. The familiar dinging of the elevator pulled her from her stupor though, and with all the speed in the world she made it through the closing doors before you could safely descend in peace. The redhead cringed at your cold demeanor as she brought her eyes up to look into yours, but with the sudden drop of the machine she was aware she was on borrowed time., "Y/N..."

"Save it Natasha.," the bite in your tone was so out of character for you, it truly shattered her heart to know that she'd hurt you this badly., "Y/N, please..," she was desperate to explain herself, to tell you she was ready to love you how you truly deserved, but the valid anger was rolling right off you as you shouted., "No!"

"I fucking need you to listen to me, please!," Natasha yanked on the emergency button as she saw you staring in relief at the single digit numbers., "Natasha, what the actual fuck?!," she simply shrugged at your angered words, then she swiftly grabbed your outstretched hands, twisting you about until your arms were crossed over your body, and your back was slammed into the elevator wall., "Natasha..."

"Stop being so stubborn Y/N, and let me talk.," she shut your attempted warning down, and in a moment of calm before the storm you nod, far too curious to see where she's going with this elevator ambushing to not., "Thank you."

"I-.," she paused as she finally met your eyes, this is the closest she'd been to you in over a month, and that knowledge nearly causes her to crumble. The woodsy smell of your cologne, her favorite from your vast collection, hits her nostrils and tears brim in her eyes at all the associated memories that come with the scent., "Nat?," you were rightfully furious, but that didn't mean seeing her on the verge of tears didn't hurt you just the same., "What is it?"

"Please, don't go out with them...," her words are hardly even a whisper, but the closeness of her face to yours allows you audibility, and the settled anger brews with a renewed passion., "You can't be fucking serious right now Nat, you have no right to ask such a thing!," it hurt to see her flinch at your unfamiliar tone, but fuck if it didn't also feel good to air it all out.

"You're the one who ended this, actually no, you fucking iced me out like I was nothing to you, I was just a hole for you to fill until it got too fucking real for you.," your harsh words truly upset the redhead, because never in this entire time had she sought out to use you. Sure, she might've recently reacted adversely with all of her baseless flirting with others, but up until she got freaked out, she'd been only yours. She'd never even so much as looked at another person; how could she when you were always stood in the same room for her to gawk at?

Natasha watched with a blank stare as you suddenly made limited hand gestures before continuing on., "This was nothing, now move out of my way.," you attempted to shove her off, but she slammed you back into the cooled metal, causing you to involuntarily huff., "I said listen to me, not to speak out of turn.," you glared at her attempts at dominance, but you reluctantly gave into her as her hold tightened.

"This.," she dropped her hold on your hands to convey your message more clearly, her pointer finger pressing into your chest before her own., "Was far from nothing, and you know that!," she took in another shaky breath, hearing you say what you did really left her feeling broken. The anger you felt was valid, she even knew she deserved to be shamed, but that didn't stop the feelings of insecurity and pain from festering; holding onto her tattered heart without mercy.

"It was stupid, icing you out, but it happened. There's no undoing the past, no one knows that better than me Y/N, but fuck, hearing you talk about your date awoke something within me.," the truth in her gorgeous green eyes was far too overwhelming for you so you dropped her gaze, but she quickly remedied that by lifting your face back up so she could look into your eyes., "I already knew it was love when I couldn't fathom sleeping alone after having the pleasure of your warm body up against mine, and I can't go on another day pretending it's not all that I want or need, because I fucking need you Y/N."

The confession was all you'd ever wanted from her, the truth you'd always felt in her lingering touches, but were never likely going to hear. Finally hearing it though was bittersweet, to have needed some adverse cause to leave her lips made it hard to appreciate the sentiment. It left you at a loss for words, and Natasha even more desperate., "Please...say something."

"I-.," your lip began to tremble, the words you wanted to say hanging in the thick air as you lost all of your resolve. Crying for the first time really since that first night when you initially cried yourself to sleep; being angry was easier, but now, with her looking at you so tenderly, it was all you could do to breakdown before her., "I'm so sorry, I-I—fuck I can't believe I hurt you like this, please forgive me detka, please."

Natasha pulled your trembling body into her own, guiding your face into her neck, and she felt a bit better when you desperately wrapped your arms around her waist to pull her closer., "I'll do anything you need moya lyubov'.," she whispered, placing a shaky kiss to your temple, "I love you more than my access to words can explain, I need you more than Tony needs his Whiskey, or more than Steve needs an enema."

"Natasha, for the love of God.," you groaned at the mental image now flashing in your mind, but the lighthearted tone made her heart calm., "What? You always say he needs to pull the stick out of his pompous ass, I'm agreeing.," you giggled as she offered further explanation, then after a few short moments of that it was back to the tense silence, but she still felt relief as you hadn't shoved her away from you yet.

"Natasha?," she tensed at the use of her full name, but she pulled back slightly to face you, and the daunting symphony of her mistakes., "Yes detka?," you melted into her hands as they held your face so softly, even more so as she used the familiar Russian pet name for you., "What took you so damn long? Why couldn't you love me back then too? Why only now?"

The redhead sighed, but it didn't stop the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears., "I've never been good with consistency Y/N/N. All I've ever know was constant change, and how to hurt the people I was meant to love.," hearing her own words led to tears falling as she recalled Yelena, the first person who'd been broken by her selfishness, then she remembers her sisters forgiveness, and this all starts to feel a whole lot less intimidating for her.

"Please, do understand that just because I never said it before, that I've still loved you all along.," her rough thumb brushed away your steady stream of tears, while she continued telling you her truths., "I've needed you from the very beginning, it was an instantaneous feeling, I'd never experienced it before, and it scared me so much that it was now my truth."

"I've never needed anyone before, but when I lost you it was like everything around me was dulled.," her eyes matched her sentiment as you gazed into them, the light all but gone., "The warmth of the sun turned frigid with everyday I woke up without you by my side.," she shivered as if remembering the way it felt., "Coffee became bitter without your laughter filling the kitchen in the morning to sweeten it up as we ate our differing breakfast together.," you instantly smiled, remembering how she ate her boring toast and oatmeal with a black coffee, all while taunting you for using all the creamer in the place, essentially "tainting" the coffee, and your dental health as you usually coupled it with sugary cereals or confections.

"Nothing work's right without you Y/N, I'm bombing all my missions, I am not sleeping much or eating, I am unable to even think about anything else but how I hurt you.," she leaned her forehead to yours., "I'm in love with you, wholeheartedly so, and I will do whatever it takes to win you back Y/N. All I ask is that you don't see her tonight, cancel the date, and accompany me up to the rooftop instead."

Natasha pushed the emergency button back into the slot, falling into you briefly as the machine jolted, and in a moment of weakness both of your lips collided for a short embrace. Once the doors dinged the redhead pulled away from you, making quick steps to get to the exit., "Please consider it, I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven, but I'll be waiting up there until eight just in case Y/N.," and before you could even so much as think, let alone respond, she was gone, much like she'd been all month long.

The doors closed as your body didn't move to leave the elevator, instead you slid down the wall of it while tears fell down your cheeks., "Friday, take me back up to my room please.”

As soon as you entered your safe space you fell into the bed, screaming loudly as you thrashed. On the one hand, your heart only beat for that infuriating woman, but on the other hand you never know if it could beat for another if you had no choice but to move on. Except, you no longer found yourself forced to move on, all you’ve ever wanted was waiting on the rooftop, so you’re not sure why you couldn’t move.

The clock beside your bed read 7:45pm when you finally glanced on over at it, both of your offers for the night expired at 8pm, and so you got off the bed, fixed yourself up at the vanity, and once again entered the elevator, shakily telling Friday to take you to the desired floor.

When you made your way to the common room you saw Darcy looking a little hopeless, and it all faded away when she looked up at your face. A bright smile adorned her face now that you’d arrived, but she failed to see your sad gaze., “I’d thought we were going to miss the movie, but I think we’ll still make it if we leave now.,” her hand reached for yours, but when you were hesitant to grab hers she already knew., “Oh.”

“Darcy, I’m so sorry.,” she gently squeezed your hand while smiling at you., “Hey, don’t do that, I knew what I was up against when I asked you out, and I still tried because you’re worth it.,” she pulled you into her arms for a hug., “I’m just happy to know Romanoff finally figured that out, but don’t make it too easy for her either.,” she pulled away, chuckling along with you., “Wouldn’t dream of it.,” you two shared one more squeezing of your hands before she left out the door, and you made your way to the elevators to see about mending the past.

Natasha sat on the decorated floating bed with her head in her hands, the clock having already surpassed eight about fifteen minutes ago, and her body deflated with each minute that went. Pain began to gnaw at her chest once more, and the sobs she desperately tried to fight off came tumbling passed her trembling lips. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault but her own that you chose the likely safer bet of moving on, still she was cursing the gorgeous scientists name as her body shook so violently that the ding of the elevator went completely unnoticed by her.

Though she’s a spy, she failed to see you at all, so she gasped when two hands adorned with silver rings settled over her thighs, looking up with red eyes, and a torn up lip she saw you. Her hands reached out to ensure you were real, and not just her fucked up mind playing tricks on her, and when you settled your warms hands over her frigid ones she knew it was you., “Y-you came? What about Darcy?”

“Darcy’s amazing—truly, and she’s got never breaking my heart on her side.,” you noted the obvious and the woman bowed her head in shame., “But my God Nat, your touch alone ignites something within me that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find elsewhere.,” you took her hands off your face, maneuvering them until they were on your hips as you moved to straddle the woman on the floating bed.

“You’re like my soulmate or something Natty, I’d never believed in that kind of thing before this, but now I know it’s not only a fairytale.,” your fingers lifted her face up to meet yours, her emeralds glossed over in pain, but still as beautiful as ever as you gazed right into them., “I love you Natasha, with all my heart.,” her lip caught between her teeth to hold back a sob., “More importantly though, I forgive you.”

Natasha couldn’t bare it, your forgiveness was not deserved, but she was incredibly grateful. Her arms were tight as they wrapped around your waist to keep you close, and she began to whisper that same tired phrase., “I love you.,” over and over again. Increasingly afraid that if she didn’t say it, like all the times before, that you’d leave her alone in her deserved misery.

“Don’t say another word.,” you cut her off with your lips slamming to hers while you pushed her into the mattress., “Show me instead…,” Natasha wasted no time as she flipped you over, pressing you into the firm mattress, your reality soon began to blur as you were made to gaze up at the stars. The woman who owned your heart did as told, using her hands she loved you as she always should’ve, your mind slipping away from you as she never slowed down, you began to see beautiful constellations of your very own making as you closed your eyes, and gave Natasha all of you—for good.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 17 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 18

Summary : You visit NYC for Jane's birthday where you bump into the love of your life again.

Warning: mention of sex, mention of periods, heartbreak and angst, talk of murder and kidnapping, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, best friends to lovers who are also bestest of friends to just best friends to possibly lovers as well as best friends again, Melissa is mentioned

"What should I be wearing?" You asked Jane and she started to ramble on excitedly. You had to leave first thing in the morning for NYC. First thing first you were glad to travel the distance with an actual flight this time instead of Thor's Mobonil. It would be a hassle but at least the chances of a sudden heart attack risk would remain low.

You tried so hard to convince Jane that that you won't be able to come because it's been just two months since that night when Loki and you had decided to continue this relationship platonically and it's been three weeks since you have seen him last. Avengers were on a mission, something about a certain winter soldier, you didn't understand much when Loki was telling you about it. He wasn't your boyfriend and considering how busy he was with his new job as an Avenger, you didn't want to continue to pester him with every little thing that you wanted to share with him.

Everyday you woke up with a heavy heart knowing that your friendship with Loki would eventually fade with time and he'd drift apart. A week ago Loki had arranged a press conference to come out with the truth about Melissa and the whole farce. The response was her filing a FIR against him for domestic abuse but Loki was able to get away because the Avengers refuted any such claims. He was surprised he had their support, their attitude regarding him was starting to change, some people were shocked over the break up and you still remembered when he was asked about whether the story of him ending up in a woman's apartment was true or not, he looked right into the camera as if he was trying to deliver a secret message to you and said that everything was true and it was real for him and being cooped up in your apartment was the happiest he had ever felt in his life.

You were still in love with him and you wished for him to feel the same but deep down you knew you weren't anything special, you saw several pictures of Loki where he was surrounded by a herd of men and women alike, he wasn't really doing anything with any of them, he didn't even seem to flirt, he was just talking but those pictures were still scandalized because an Asgardian god was single and everyone seemed eager to try their luck with him.

A week ago you had called him after that video of him preventing a whole skyscraper from collapsing went viral all around the world, while he did that the Avengers were able to get everyone out safely. It was truly magnificent but the longer you stayed away from him the more phantomic he became for you, you started to see him the way everyone else was seeing him and it wasn't that much of a shock that he was being lusted after so blatantly by everyone around him and you knew one of these days someone will catch his eyes and he'd give into those feelings and then he won't even be your friend.

No woman would ever want her man to be friends with his ex this way, especially a man like him, you'd be just another stranger for him. It's been six days since you had heard anything from him and it was starting to bother you alot.

You wiped your tears before you got up and decided to pack a little something for the trip. You'd leave tomorrow but you still didn't have any idea where you were going to stay, the day after her birthday Jane wanted to go sightseeing in New York City, then you'll return the next day.

She had just moved in the Avengers towards with Thor and her assistant Darcy, she was also an astrophysicist, you noticed her chatting up with Loki in one of the Instagram videos Jane had uploaded. Of course the focus wasn't on them but like an obsessed creep you downloaded the video, zoomed in and found them in the corner just talking and laughing with each other, you cried all night after that because you felt absolutely pathetic and scared about this development. He hadn't told you anything about her yet.

She was beautiful, funny and intelligent and she didn't seem to have a crappy personality like Melisaa so you couldn't even hate her. What else a man like Loki would ever need from a woman?

Did he even know you were coming there? You didn't tell him and he didn't ask either, maybe Jane hadn't told him yet. You felt nervous, your anxiety was over the roof, you knew there would be several high profile personalities there and you barely knew just three of them.

"Okay she's coming, now all we need to do is to hide her from him until the party" Jane said to Thor so he smiled.

"Oh that won't be a problem, I will take Loki somewhere"

Thor didn't know the full extent of what had transpired between you and Loki but it had something to do with the attack on Melissa. He did feel though that both of you were being really foolish about this situation.

He stepped out of his room to find Loki and located him in the living space along with Darcy, they were having a conversation about the alignment of the stars that he wasn't interested in participating in.

"Brother tomorrow you and me shall go see that statue everybody keeps hollering about" Thor told him so loki furrowed his brows,

"Really? It's Lady Jane's birthday. You wouldn't want to be here with her instead?" Thor gulped as Loki questioned him "Besides Darcy is taking me to the mall to buy presents for her" he said so Thor breathed in relief, he just wanted him out of the tower anyhow.

"Aren't you worried about being seen with a mortal again?" Thor questioned again so Loki smiled and waved his fingers, in a moment Loki and Darcy were turned into different people who had no resemblance to any of their real self whatsoever.

"Should I worry now?" Loki chuckled as he questioned.

"I suppose not"

The next day you woke up early in the morning to reach the airport on time, it took approximately three hours to reach NYC and it was around 2 pm when you landed, you called Jane immediately and she told you that there was a car waiting to pick you up so you found the person, hopped in and it took you straight to the Avengers tower, you kept your eyes on the road just enjoying the sight, you had never been to NYC before.

As you reached the tower, you were scanned and your belongings were checked carefully before they allowed you to enter. The place was huge and your anxiety was only bubbling more and more. When you reached the 18th floor Jane was waiting for you, she immediately pulled you in a hug and that's when you were able to calm down, even if just a little, Thor approached you as well and he grabbed the back of your hand to place a formal kiss. You wished her happy birthday and you could tell she was so happy, she was turning thirty and you couldn't help but feel envious about her accomplishments in life, you both were almost the same age and while she was on top of the world you had nothing going on for you.

"So ummmm where's Loki?" You asked them so they looked at each other.

"I think he's away with Darcy, they had to buy presents for Jane" Thor answered you and Jane grinned like a cheshire cat.

"I'm getting presents?" She asked him so he kissed her softly,

"Of Course you are, it's your birthday my beloved" you stood there awkwardly at the interaction, just the thought of Loki not being here and worse him being out there with Darcy was enough to make your heart sink again but before you could sulk in self pity Jane grabbed your arm and took you to a room on the same floor, you passed by Loki's room and your heart clenched again.

"Ummm Jane, is this dress good enough for the party? Or I can go buy something if it's not, this is the fanciest thing i had in my closet" you pulled out a dress from your luggage, it was a black fit and flare sort of dress with once inch wider straps. The hem of the dress was flared and it gave it a sexy but elegant look. Though your elegance probably wasn't up to their standards so you just wanted to ask for her opinion first, she invited you, the last thing you wanted was for her to be embarrassed of you in front of everyone. You were so nervous to be in the same room as the goddamn Avengers but she assured you that the dress was perfect for her birthday party and you had nothing to worry about.

You also lied to your mom about the trip, you told her it was an old friend from college and not Jane Foster because your mother knew everything about Avengers and who they were dating. Her opinions on Loki had pretty much stayed the same.

Once you had showered Jane took you to get lunch, it was nice to roam around the tower without needing the cloak of invisibility. You had the cloak in your luggage, Loki never asked for it, thankfully the man at the security had barely picked it up so it just seemed like a fancy robe.

Around 4 pm while you were doing your makeup you heard Loki's voice echoing in the hallway, your heart sped at the sound of his voice but then you heard her voice as well, Darcy. They were talking and laughing about something you didn't understand but your heart broke into pieces knowing that it wasn't you making him laugh like that. He sounded…okay, more than okay, he sounded happy. Was she the reason he hasn't been in touch with you lately? Was he moving on and falling for her? Your eyes welled up at the thought. You heard a knock on the door and felt your gut sinking when you heard his voice,

"Is someone in there?" He asked but you were frozen in your spot. Just a few months ago you were hiding with him and now you were hiding from him.

This wasn't the first time you had been here at this very place in your life but it always hurt the same. He was supposed to be your best friend, you probably never should have taken it any further than that because those romantic feelings always complicated the friendship too.

"That room is vacant Kiki, you know Jane said she was having a friend over for the party so it's probably her..how did you know someone was in there?" She even had a nickname for him. Wow.

"I just… I just thought that…nevermind" you heard him saying before their footsteps faded into the hallway.

What were you thinking coming here? You just wanted to get out of here and run away but it wouldn't have been fair to Jane, she had gone through so much trouble for you, you didn't think you would have ever done anything like this for her.

The party was in the lounge of the 18th floor, you had noticed the directional map of the floor in the living room so you just followed that and you bumped into Thor as soon as you did.

"Norns are you alright lady y/n? My apologies" he apologized immediately

"It's okay I'm okay" you let out a nervous laughter so he smiled,

"Lady y/n, would you be so kind as to grant me a favour?" He asked you and you looked at him nervously.

"Ofcourse anything "

"Please can you just go to Loki's room and retrieve him, i wouldn't want him to be fashionably late as always" you nodded as he said that and turned around to leave the lounge and into the hall again. You probably should have said no but you knew Thor knew that you both were still friends at least and you didn't want to make it more awkward than it already was.

You walked towards his room and sighed before you knocked. At last you had come face to face with Darcy but somehow you managed to find your voice. What was she doing in his room?

"Ummm hiii is Loki here? His brother has been looking for him" You asked her so she opened the door all the way to the end and you were met with his pale but pretty as always face, he seemed shocked and taken by surprise of your presence there. He had a black blazer on with a white tee shirt underneath and a black fitted pants, he slowly walked towards you and past Darcy to reach closer to you. He looked devastatingly handsome and you were devastated by it.

"Y/n?" He gulped as he looked at you so you faked a smile.

"Hiii"

"I can't believe you are here" he smiled briefly before he pulled you in for a hug, the smell of his cologne immediately made you relive the memories you had made with him before everything fell apart. As he pulled away he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

"How come you are here? Why didn't you tell me?" He asked you so you looked at Darcy and then looked at him.

"It was so sudden..umm Jane invited me yesterday..I was going to call. I just thought you were busy" you said to him.

"I am never too busy for you, you know that. Right?" Your eyes teared up as he said that so you looked down and blinked rapidly in order to restrain your tears. You felt pathetic.

"Thor wants to see you in the lounge" you said to him so Darcy closed the door of his room and all three of you proceeded towards the lounge together.

"When did you get here and how?" He asked you so you told him. He looked at your room as you all passed by it and he had a sudden realization, his instincts were never wrong about you. He smelled you and he could feel you around him but he just thought he was overthinking as usual.

As you reached the lounge you got away from him to go be with Jane and it hurt him a little. Were you upset with him? You must be, he hadn't been calling lately but he had his reasons. This wasn't getting any easier for him by the day.

"Okay if anyone asks just tell them your name is Stacy" Jane said to you so you nodded, there was a woman you didn't recognise at the party and she was watching you like a hawk for some reason.

"Do you know all these people?" you asked Jane so she laughed.

"Not really but they all work for the Avengers" you nodded as she said that. You felt Loki's eyes on you and it made you feel nervous, you probably shouldn't have gotten away without saying anything but you just felt extremely hurt. Seeing another woman in his room had burned you with intense jealousy, there was probably nothing between them but you still felt bothered by their situation. When Jane took you to the open bar, you got a mocktail, you didn't want to consume alcohol and embarrass yourself any further. She had to go see other people so she left you on your own and that's when the woman who couldn't stop staring at you approached you.

"Hello" she raised her hand forward so you shook it.

"I'm Dalia, I'm their publicist" she introduced herself so you gulped nervously. You knew about her but you had never seen her. This was the same woman because of whom Loki wasn't able to get in touch with you when they had brought him here first .

"Ummm imm Stacy, Jane's friend"

"Really? So you're not Y/n Y/l/n?" She asked you and you looked at her a little shocked that she recognised you. She looked at you up and down before she started to speak again "Look.. nothing against you but I really hope you're not here to seduce Loki again, though I must say you're really fucking it up already with that dress" your eyes teared up as she mumbled. There was a smirk on her face that you just wanted to slap away.

"He's just a friend"

"Keep it that way..I mean I am glad you came. Now you can be around here and see that you don't belong with these people and especially not Loki" she walked away after saying that. You put the drink down on the counter as you had to get out of the lounge for a moment because you could feel the panic increasing in your chest. Your eyes met with Jane so you gestured that you wanted to go use loo and she smiled at you. How was she so much better at dealing with this stuff?

You walked out of the lounge and you wished you didn't have the stupid heels on so you could just run away but you were helpless, you cut the corner and braced yourself against the wall as the anxiety rose rapidly, your chest felt constricted again and you couldn't breathe properly.

You didn't belong here or with Loki, that was one of your fears coming here but having someone confirm it to your face was what tipped you off the edge.

You breathed heavily and hoped for the feeling to pass but it was only worsening every second. The tears rolled down constantly and you were so close to just burst into a fit of cries when you felt someone grabbing your shoulders, you looked up at him and it was Loki.

"Loo" you could barely whisper, you couldn't see his face properly because your vision had gotten blurry but you noticed those tears in his eyes "I can't breathe" your voice again came out breathless so he stepped closer to you, cupped your cheeks and you felt his fingers rubbing over your skin

"You can, just take a deep breath for me on the count of three alright, can you do that?" The broken look on your face clenched his heart. He hated himself in the moment, even more so than usual, he should have been here for you, he was supposed to be your friend, your best friend. You followed his instruction and the wheezing breaths were starting to diminish the longer he had you in his embrace,

"That's it, you're doing good my darling, you are okay i promise you are okay" he cooed gently before he pulled you into him for a hug. You cried as much as you needed to cry to let it all out but you had to pull away at some point.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry" you mumbled softly so he smiled.

"I am sorry too"

You shook your head as he said that.

"I shouldn't have come here, i don't belong here"

"Really?" He asked you as he was certainly offended so you nodded, he suddenly grabbed your arm and took you back to the party.

"See that lady over there? She's so inebriated you will find her hurling her insides out before the night ends" you looked at him a bit taken away by the sudden statement as he pinpointed towards a woman.

"Oh look at the Captain, he's drinking his sorrows away and once he's intoxicated he's going to embarrass himself by singing an old school love ballad" you looked at Captain America as Loki pointed towards him.

"See those two, they are publically having an altercation over something trivial" he gestured towards Tony and Pepper and you sighed, you knew what he was trying to say "These people are just humans like you, just mortals, they are not perfect or better than you, they could never be" you nodded as he said that.

"Thank you lo..thank you" he smiled as you said that.

"I have mis–" you cut him off before he had even finished his sentence. You wished later that you hadn't done that.

"What about her?" You hinted towards Darcy so he looked at her, he was confused by the question and the all the implications they carried..

"She's a friend, that is all" A friend, same as you two used to be?

You nodded as he said that. Things had gotten extremely awkward between you two, for once since you had known him you both felt out of sync with each other, the conversation just didn't feel natural.

The party went well and you couldn't have been more thankful for Jane that she invited you here but you shouldn't have come here because you felt as if this would ruin whatever friendship you had left between you two.

When you went back to your room that night all alone it was hard to fall asleep. It was even harder to not cry every other minute. You decided that you had to talk to Loki and see if you still had him in your life or not because if not you had to make sure you weren't hurting yourself like this every moment because this didn't seem healthy. You got up and walked into the hallway, halfway through you saw Loki walking towards you as well, as he stepped closer he seemed as if he had just showered.

"Hiii" you smiled at him, you just wanted to talk to him..

"Can we talk in your room?" He asked you so nodded, you both walked side by side back to your room, was he coming to see you as well? You truly hoped so.

As you reached there, you both sat down on the bed,

"I'm sorry if I have been weird today, I just.. it's hard, it's the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life" you said to him so he turned his head to look at you.

"It's torturous darling, I don't enjoy this and I apologize if I have been a bad friend to you but I just can't see you everyday because everytime i look at you I am only thinking of the things we'd never get to have with each other" your eyes welled up as he said that "I can't stop obsessing over the moments we have spent with each other, I can't stop thinking that I'd never get to kiss you again and I haven't slept in a month because all I think of as soon as I hit the bed is you. I stay awake all night just wishing for you to hold me again"

You felt speechless by the confession, you didn't know what to say to him.

"Lo, I miss all that too I really do. I was so scared coming here today because I felt as if we were drifting apart. Ten years from now I don't want to look back at my life and regret losing a precious person like you, ten years down the line I still want to have you by my side" he wiped his tears as he sniffled.

"I am upset you did not tell me that you were coming here" you placed your hand on his as he mumbled, he had every right to be upset with you. You would have been upset too if the roles were reversed.

"I am sorry, i should have, i should have told my best friend that I was coming here"

"Yes, you should have because If I knew I'd have come pick you up at the airport and perhaps we would have gone for sightseeing" he smiled and it was so infectious that you were compelled to do the same.

"I am staying tomorrow so we can go do that" he nodded as you said that. He brought your hand up to his mouth and gave it a few birdlike kisses and you hugged him as appropriately as you could. It didn't feel awkward now anymore, it felt perfect, all you had to do was communicate with him.

"We are definitely doing that" he got up and smiled again as he wished you a good night of sleep. But before he could step out of your room he turned around to look at you and smiled but his eyes were teary again.

"Darcy is just a friend, we have similar interests but she's not anything more than that and we definitely dont share the same affinity as both of us do" You gulped as he said that, he must have sensed your jealousy regarding her "No one could ever be you or take your place in my heart. I hope you will always remember that my sweet darling princess"

Your mouth stayed open in shock as he stepped out of the room and then you cried again. He still loved you and you loved him, then why weren't you two together? Why did he allow his fear of losing you to death win over his love? For once in your life why couldn't you just take a chance for the love you felt for him? What more did you have to lose here? You were pondering over this complicated situation when you remembered the saying on the knife he has gifted you.

"If you ever find yourself trapped by the twisted paths of uncertainties, remember that you can always cut through and make a new one" A new path, something in between, maybe tomorrow you'd be able to create that.

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[frost-queen]

Miss steal ya things (Reader x Kaz Brekker)

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Summary: Kaz and you are enemies at first but you start to fall for each other. You have an argument with him in the rain (like Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet fight scene) where you kiss afterwards despite what was said.

Kaz hastened himself up the stairs. Whatever he wanted almost in his grasp. He could almost feel it. The weight of it in his hand. All that pure gold dangling from a necklace. Behind him, he heard some grunts. Letting him know Nina was taking them out. Upstairs there was commotion. He knew Inej was clearing the path for him. She had taken the approach from above, making her way down while Nina worked her way up.

He also knew Wylan and Jesper were waiting outside with a carriage. When the time came, they’d stop underneath the window so he could escape. He moved aside, pushing himself to the wall when a man came rolling down the stairs. Kaz looked up with a grunt, seeing Inej smile apologetic. Her attention drawn away when another man came at her, making her move backwards, knives in the ready.

Kaz went further up, stepping over some fallen people thanks to Inej. He knew right where to be. He took a left, opening the door. His eyes widened at seeing something he did not expect. Staring frozen at a girl, holding his precious necklace. – “Put that down!” – Kaz ordered with a firm point.

You stared in shock back at him. – “I’m sorry I didn’t know this was yours.” – you replied showing him the necklace. Kaz clenched his jaw making you smile. – “A necklace doesn’t seem to suit you.” – you said mockingly with a sarcastic smile. Kaz smiled sarcastically back. You let the necklace slide into your pocket for him to see. You wanted him to know what you just stole right from under his nose. Kaz gritted his teeth, lashing out to you.

You jumped away. Kaz stumbled against the desk, grabbing for nothing. Hastened he turned himself around, staring with wide eyes at you. You opened the widow, taking out the necklace again. – “I’ll let you have a souvenir.” – you pulled a ruby out of the necklace, throwing it at him. Kaz caught it, looking at the ruby in his gloved hand. You winked, letting yourself drop out of the window. Kaz hurried over to the window, grabbing the framework while sticking his head out.

You had fallen onto his carriage. He watched how Jesper and Wylan were surprised and confused when you came sitting between them for a second. Saluted them and then took off. Kaz punched his fist into the wall hard out of anger. From this day on, he had made an enemy.

You duck down, moving past barrels to stay out of sight. Coming to a stop, you dared yourself to peek over a barrel. Immediately ducking down when you saw one of Brekker’s crows stand on the port. He was whistling, tossing a coin up to catch in his hand. Seeing him made you smile. You were in the right place. Keeping a low profile, you moved further. Well aware of the wraith watching from above. You knelt down, turning around leaning close to the barrels.

Looking up, you watched the roofs of the storing houses close to the docks. Moving your hand up, holding your thumb and index finger up. Squinting your eye, you moved your hand to a spot on the roof. The wraith’s silhouette fitting perfectly between your fingers. – “Found you.” – you whispered pleased. Now that you knew her position it was but a matter of staying out of her sights. Moving further you saw the heartrender flirt with some dockworkers.

Good she was keeping them busy for you. There was still no sign of Brekker or the other kid. You neared the ship, sneaking on it. You staid low, shuffling closer to the lower decks. There you waited a few seconds before making your way down. Down below the compartment was lighted up with a few candle holders. You smirked seeing the boy stand with his back towards you. Still no sign of Brekker.

“I’ll take that.” – you said, taking out a gun. The guy got startled, bumping with his back to the crates at the sight of you. You smiled, tilting your head a bit to the side. – “I’ll take whatever you are packing.” – you said twirling with your finger at him. The boy blinked confused, looking rather nervous. – “You…you want it… it all?” – he repeated slightly confused. You sighed loud. – “Yes I’ll take whatever Brekker is trying to steal.” – you responded. The boy wasn’t sure what you wanted. – “Uhm…” – he looked behind him to the crates. – “What’s in the crates?” – you asked, making him aware of your gun.

He moved his hands up desperately. – “Just… chemicals.” – he told you with a slight stutter. – “Chemicals?” – you repeated lowering your gun on him. – “Uhm yes… chemicals I produced myself.” – he explained, not sure why he even told you. – “Huh.” – you said loud trying to process it. Scratching the gun against the back of your head, the boy seemed frantic about it. Worried you’d might shoot yourself in the head or so.

“W…watch that!” – he said having almost jumped at you to take it from you. – “What? This?” – you said lowering the gun. He nodded shy. – “Worthless.” – you said carelessly holding one finger through the loop, the gun flopped upside down. – “Doesn’t even have bullets in it.” – you chuckled out. – “What?” – the boy blurted out. – “I got you there didn’t I.” – you laughed tossing the useless gun aside. – “I’m no fan of guns.” – you told him.

“So Brekker isn’t here to steal anything?” – you asked after some silence. – “No.” – the boy answered immediately. – “Shame…” – you shrugged your shoulders. – “What is he planning on doing then?” – you asked coming closer. The boy fluttered confused with his eyelashes when you came standing beside him, looking inside the crates. – “He… he means to blow it up.” – Wylan said, maybe regretting he did. You stared at Wylan. – “Boom.” – Wylan mimicked with sound effects and hand movements. It made you laugh loud. – “You are funny. I like you.” – you told him.

Wylan chuckled softly, rubbing his hands nervously together. – “You… you are the girl that keeps stealing our stuff right?” – Wylan asked, questioning your presence. You hummed loud. – “Y/n!” – you said, holding your hand out. – “Wylan.” – he responded, shaking it. You sighed loud, looking at the crates once more. – “Shame there is nothing to steal from him. I would’ve loved to see his face when I did.” – you said to yourself. – “Anyways say my regrets to Brekker. You should definitely tell him I was here.” – you told him with a wink.

You plucked a self-made bomb from the crate. – “Also I’m holding onto this.” – you said pinching Wylan in his cheek. Wylan rubbed his cheek watching you head back out. Funny. He thought you were strange but funny. He could see why Kaz got so worked up over you.

Wylan returned to his chemicals and bomb hearing suddenly loud tapping of a cane on the wood. Kaz emerged down. – “Is everything in order?” – he asked looking around, still standing on a few steps. – “Yes…” – Wylan responded. – “Just uhm…” – he started. – “Just what?” – Kaz cut through. – “Well your uhm… the girl appeared… Y/n.” – Wylan said making Kaz clench his hand.

“She thought you were stealing something… she just left… although she did take one of the bombs I made.” – Wylan said innocently. Kaz tapped his cane loudly onto the stairs. Annoyed, he turned around. – “Finish up!” – he ordered Wylan before heading back up. He walked up on the docks, Inej dropping down beside him. – “You missed her!” – he pointed out to catch her on her neglecting.

Inej stopped, staring stunned in front of her. – “How? I…” – she said getting back in motion to catch up with Kaz. – “I…I should’ve seen her. I had the best view.” – Inej continued. – “But you didn’t.” – Kaz spoke back angry. – “Now she’s run off with a bomb of mine.” – he said walking firmly as Inej had stopped following him.

 You outdid yourself of the cloak, you had been wearing as a disguise. Having snuck into the building. Taking careful routes, you made your way over to the office of interest. You had to be quick before Kaz Brekker would be there before you. You ran past a window on the swirling staircase, catching quick that it had started to rain. Panting loud, you reached the top. Busting into the office. Your eyes widened seeing Kaz Brekker. He was leaning against the desk, casually going through some papers.

Once you entered, he barely looked up from them. – “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.” – he said turning a page. You looked confused behind you. You thought for sure you’d be here before him. – “How did you…” – you wondered. Kaz laid the papers down, taking his cane that had been leaning against the desk. – “Got here before you?” – he rephrased with a sly smile. – “Dear Y/n. I adapt.” – he said moving a heartful hand to his chest. You blinked confused. – “I knew you’d keep tabs on me, trying to snatch any of my prizes from under my nose.” – he started to move closer to you.

“It was but a matter of making you believe my plan while actually there was a plan underneath the plan.” – he said proudly standing face to face with you. You stared back at him, hating to admit how perfectly clever that was of him. He smirked back at you. – “Apologies but I believe this is mine to take.” – he said, patting his chest, letting you know he was hiding the papers there. You slowly started to clap for his amusement. – “I must applaud you Brekker. You are not so dumb after all.”

Kaz swayed his finger from side to side. – “I am many things Y/n, but not dumb.” – he answered. Kaz and you kept staring at each other till you heard something clatter into the room. Kaz and you looked down at the tube where smoke was sizzling out. Kaz’s eyes widened. – “Run!” – he called out, pushing you aside. He dived back just in time as the tube went off. Bombing the room with a bright light. The blast made you crash against the wall.

Kaz and your ears were buzzing, coughing loud trying to get up. Kaz felt a sting of pain on the side of his face. Touching it brief, he felt the bruising. He kept coughing, seeing you lay down on the ground. In an attempt to head over to you, he stumbled back to the ground. You were moving a bit restless making him crawl over the floor to reach you. A bit of his hearing coming back as he heard commotion on the stairs. He poked you with his cane. – “Get up…” – he coughed out. – “Y/n get up!” – he ordered, poking you more.

You slowly got up, coughing loud. Kaz kept poking you to get a move on. Both of you got up, helping each other. You duck down, covering up your ears when shots were fired inside the office. Kaz ducked down as well, holding his arm over you. – “The window!” – he shouted with a firm head motion. You nodded stumbling over to it. Kaz broke the window with his cane, glass clattering on the ground.

The rain outside pouring heavily. He stuck his head out, looking for a way out. He saw a carriage approach. If he timed it right, it would break your fall when you jump down. More shots were getting fired into the office, making you jump out of your skin. Kaz turned to you. – “You jump when I say so!” – he said angrily. You looked down for yourself. – “No way!” – you called out, taking a step back. Did he not know how high that was? Did he just wanted you to jump out of the window to crack your skull open, so he’d be rid of you?

Kaz clenched his jaw, looking down to see the carriage near. Not up for a discussion, he grabbed you firmly by your clothing. Pulling hard at it as he tossed you out of the window. You screamed loud when he came jumping out after you. Your back hit the roof of the carriage hard. Just in time you were able to roll over or Kaz would’ve fallen on top of you. He lifted his head up, puffing some hair out of his face. The carriage rode further away making him look back to the building.

In the window he spotted some men, pointing their guns out to shoot. His eyes widened, grabbing you again by the clothing. You squeaked when he pulled you with him off the carriage. You landed on some sacks that broke your fall. – “Get up!” – he ordered kicking you with his cane. You struggled to get up as he rolled with his eyes, holding his cane out to you. You took it, letting him pull you up to your feet. He gave you a push against your back with his cane, insisting you’d go a certain way.

The rain getting you soaking wet. Kaz motioned with his head for you to continue to walk. He and you started to run, taking shelter from the rain underneath a roofing. Panting loud, you let yourself lean against the wall. Kaz glanced your way, catching his breath. Taking in a deep breath, he felt compelled by you. – “Y/n.” – he started asking for your attention. You turned to him, startled. – “Why’d you save me? It certainly felt out of character for you.” – you stated watching something change in his gaze.

Something shy and as if it was so clear. You recognized it making you step back. He saved you because he cared. You pressed your lips together, finding it hard to believe. – “I did not intend for this. I tried everything to snuff it out.” -  Kaz tightened his jaw. – “Are you laughing at me?” – he asked. – “No.” – you replied fierce. – “Are you rejecting me?” – he then asked, seeing how silent you remained. – “I am told the feelings that you harbor against everyone will help you overcome it.” – you stated.

Kaz looked rather uncertain. – “May I ask why I am repulsed?” – he continued. – “And I may ask why so evident in desire of insulting me, you chose to tell me you like me against your better judgement.” – you called out. – “No, believe me I…” – Kaz cut through, but you waltzed right over him with your words. – “If I was so uncivil then that is some excuse, but you know I have other reasons.” – you said firmly. In the distance the sky was rumbling with thunder.

“Like what?” – Kaz said back annoyingly. – “What of Wylan?” – you asked. Kaz visibly looked frustrated. – “What about Wylan?” – he snapped. – “What excuse can you give me for your behavior towards him.” – you spoke as he approached intimidatingly. – “You are taking an eager interest in him?” – Kaz replied. – “He told me of his treatment.” – you spoke, staring intensely into his eyes. – “Oh yes his treatment have been very great indeed.” – Kaz answered sarcastically.

“You ruin his personality and yet you treat him with sarcasm.” – you made clear. Kaz stared briefly down at your lips. – “So this is your opinion of me?” – he said hurtful. – “Thank you for explaining so fully!” – he called out. His gaze caught up in yours. – “Perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt…” – he called out, angering you. – “My pride?” – you shouted at him. – “And my honesty!” – he yelled louder to overpower your voice. – “Admitting our relationship could you expect me to rejoice in the annoyance of your circumstances.” – he continued.

“And those are the words of a gentleman?” – you said closer to his face. – “From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and your selfish feelings towards others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever fall in love with!” – you made clear to him. Kaz let his gaze go over you while you were out of breath. He leaned his head a bit closer, hesitant if he should.

His gaze drifted away to your lips. Sucking in a breath, he grabbed your head, forcing his lips onto yours. You inhaled loud, grabbing him as well. Lips desperately moving over his. He kept kissing you, guiding your back up against the wall. Lips rough against one another to release all the buildup tension. No matter the words that had fallen here, he knew they were lies. You knew it as well. Kissing him made that clear. The two of you were just to stubborn to admit it at first.

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[ur-local-bisexual]

HEARTSTOPPER INCORRECT QUOTES

Tao: Sir, can I listen to music?

Mr. Farouk: No Tao, you could be cheating!

Tao: Oh ya! Because Ed Sheeran gonna sing to me isn’t he! *eye roll*

Mr. Farouk: Tao, are you mocking me!?

Tao: Yes! That’s what I do when someone says something stupid!

Mr. Farouk: Also, Darcy! Why do you have your feet up on the desk?! Would you do that at home!?!???!

Darcy: Would I put my feet up at home? Yes you moron!

Mr. Farouk: Apologize for that right now!

Darcy: But whyyyyyyyy?!?!

Mr. Farouk: Until you apologize, you’re not going to lunch

Darcy: I don’t care! The food here tastes worse than your nans feet!

Mr. Farouk: It’s your time you’re wasting!

Darcy: It’s not though is it.

Aled: Sir, don’t act like you don’t want to go see Mr. Ajiei after class!

Mr. Farouk: How the fuck do you know about that!!!????!!!!

Class: *Histarical laughter*

Nick: *Talking to Charlie* Ok, so, you make 10 meals you’re not a chief, you make 20 paintings you’re not an artist!

Charlie: *See’s Ben lying on the floor*

Nick: BUT YOU KILL ONE PERSON!!!!

Charlie: I’m going to a party

Tori: Are you going to get drunk?

Charlie: No

Tori: Are you gonna get in fight?

Charlie: No

Tori: Are you gonna get dick?

Charlie: No

Tori: Then why the fuck do you wanna go to a party?!

Tori: Some people have a boyfriend

Charlie: *blinks*

Tori: Some people have a girlfriend

Charlie: *blinks*

Tori: But IM stuck with DEPRESSION!!!???

Charlie: You wanna know how I’m like a bicycle?

Nick: Because when people learn how to ride you, they never forget. *smirks*

Charlie: *blushes* I..I was gonna say because I was 2 tired 😳

Charlie: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Tori: Punch him in the gut and when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Elle: Tackle him!

Tao: Dump him!

Darcy: KICK HIM IN THE SHIN!!!

Nick: NO! TO ALL OF THOSE! Just ask me to lean over!

Imogen: *About Ben*Look at that face! How can anyone spend all day with that face and not fall in love?

Nick: Well, at some point that face starts talking.

Charlie: Tell me something I don't know.

Tori: Without mucus, your stomach would digest itself.

Charlie: Tell me something else. Something less disturbing.

Charlie: Quick, take my hand!

Nick: *Takes it* Now what?

Charlie: Oh nothing, I just wanted to hold hands.

Tori: I was just having a bad day.

Charlie: You threatened to decapitate a man over a parking space.

Tori: A very bad day.

Darcy: You can de-escalate any tense situation by saying 'Are we about to kiss?'

Darcy: It doesn't work on cops though.

Darcy: I’m invoking the “no judgments” clause of our relationship.

Tara: Oh God, what did you do this time?

Harry: So Nick, are you hanging out with us tonight?

Nick: Sorry guys, I can't. Charlie and I have plans.

Harry: Oh come on! Bros before ho-

Nick: *Glares*

Harry: ...Your boyfriend.

Tao: There's nothing sadder that cold hot chocolate.

Aled: Sure there is! What about cold hot chocolate with ketchup in it?

Tao: ...I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.

Charlie: How many times have I told you not to bring wild animals into our apartment?!

Nick: ...None?

Charlie: I shouldn't have to tell you!

Elle: You can't rush perfection.

Tao: I'm not rushing perfection, I'm rushing you.

Darcy: I have good news and bad news.

Tara: What's the bad news?

Darcy: The kangaroo pooped in the shower.

Tara: We don't have a kangaroo.

Darcy: Well, that takes me to the good news.

Nick: I wasn't that drunk last night.

Charlie: You kept flirting with me.

Nick: So?

Charlie: You asked if I was single. And cried when I said no.

Charlie: Hey sweetie, why are you crying?

Nick: It's just so beautiful how much they love each other!

Charlie: ...This is a commercial.

Charlie: For detergent.

Darcy: Do you think if skeletons were real boner would be a slur for them?

Elle: ....skeletons are real.

Darcy: That's the spirit, Elle. They're real for me too.

Elle: You're the most jealous guy I know!

Tao: You know other guys? Who are they?

Nick: I know I've been talking about him all morning, but another thing that I love about Charlie is that he just gets me.

Tao: Can he come get you right now?

[agendabymooner]

pride & pettiness || jb22 series (1)

jenson button x ofc (british actress!ofc)

EXTENSION TO THE MR. DARCY TYPE (SMAU)

Summary: Ada James Abbott was an actress first and a writer second, but it seems like meeting a certain Jenson Button added more to her title as she learned to love and list down the most significant moments of her life with him.

OR her book, Mr. Driver, consisted of diary entries and memories that Ada remembered still to this day. These are the contents of the journals.

Content warning: Use of explicit language, Pride & Prejudice references, email exchanges, journal entries + scenarios (per time skip), fluff, yearning, Mr. Darcy & Lizzie Bennet dynamic (with a bit more humour and less aloofness), strangers to situationship to lovers??

Note: I’ve been talking to @daaiissyyyyy about sharing this thing because I have kept it in my drafts for a while. This may not continue or may continue but enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

i. 2004 In which, Ada and Jenson met for the first time. Also when the British actress found him attractive until he started talking.

JOURNAL ENTRY 1: SILVERSTONE 2004 — MR. HONDA DRIVER IS A HANDSOME GIT

I thought Hugh Dancy was the most attractive and insufferable man to have ever existed. But then my manager generously forced me to attend a race in Silverstone that eventually led me to some man named Jenson Button. He graced the grid with his boyish smile and his trademark charm that made me wonder if girls had ever fallen to their knees to be with him. 

But his charm was arrogance in disguise. Who would have thought that a man so handsome could be stupid enough to downplay a stranger’s ability? Especially if he hadn’t seen enough of what I do? He doesn’t even know who I am and I don’t think that he is ever interested to know— but his jokes said otherwise. The endless flirting wasn’t the only thing that had my face flushing. 

I probably overthink his jokes and had taken it to heart. But I can’t be blamed for that. He’s just attractive and I thought that he had potential. Then again, I shouldn’t expect too much from men. 

SILVERSTONE, ENGLAND

Martin Brundle and his Grid Walk was the best part of the race; each celebrity or guest who graced the race with their presence loved having a conversation with him. 

Ada James Abbott’s experience, however, was something of a memorable one. After all, meeting the most handsome man to have ever existed happened there. Live on the telly with his stupid attractive smile. 

“The movie, King Arthur, is in its first box office week. You happened to play Guinevere,” Martin pointed out, making Ada nod and grin.

She stood next to him with all the smiles that she could offer — just happy to be recognized by someone in this industry of sports. The former driver then continued, “And you’re here in the grid now to spectate and enjoy the race— do tell: why were you not here the last time when the Pirates of the Caribbean movie came out? We were anticipating your appearance as you have obviously played the role of Elizabeth Swann. I was hoping to tell you more about what I thought of it.”

Ada giggled quietly before answering, “The schedule was quite tight during that time with having to go to tours and promote the film and filming other works in progress. We can absolutely discuss what you think but I do not think that it’ll be something that everyone would like to hear about on such a busy day!” 

“Are you a fan of Formula One?” The reporter asked, a glint of curiosity washing through his features as he waited for the British actress to answer. 

Ada then hummed, “It used to be something I watched. My father tried to rope me into watching it with him before, but it seemed to be only effective for my brothers Ralph and Nathan. I would watch at least… a race every month. It’s- yeah- it’s not something I would watch by myself so being here now and watching the real thing is an experience my dad would kill to see firsthand.” 

“And you’ve met the drivers from the team you happened to be a guest in?” 

“I did,” Ada replied with a nod, “David Coulthard, or DC— he insisted that I call him that— is a lovely man. He ran through the basics of his car and obviously had put up with my lack of knowledge in the technical aspects of the race. Kimi Raikkönen is a rather reserved one, and we’d obviously have to work on our relationship because of the lack of communication. Otherwise, it is amazing! I’m quite fortunate to be at the McLaren gar—“

“Would you look at that beauty!” Ada turned towards the direction of the voice and found herself staring at the facial features of the speaker. 

A handsome man, he was. 

“I think that you are speaking about yourself, Jenson,” Martin joked as ‘Jenson’ approached the two, now standing next to Ada as her face flushed red. “That head of yours would make the car lose its balance.” 

“I didn’t say anything about myself,” Jenson scoffed playfully before peering down at Ada with a… smirk.

Ada lost all of her senses as Jenson began to speak, “‘Sides, if anything— this pretty face would make me lose my balance.” 

“I assume that you’ve seen Ada James Abbott before,” Martin piped up, making Ada glance at the man and shift back to look at him.

She wasn’t able to see the handsome man, Jenson, next to her, but she could remember how the upper part of his race suit hung from his waist and how his eyes lingered on her. 

What she wasn’t able to see however was the shaking of his head. Martin then continued to speak, “She’s quite an amazing actress, Jenson.”

“Is she really?” This comment had Ada turning as she looked at Jenson, whose smirk continued to grow while he spoke. “I’d believe any lie that you would tell me, especially if I’m being graced with your beauty.”

“What is that supposed to mean, exactly?” Ada spewed out, slightly baffled as he laughed heartily. 

“I’m just saying,” Jenson winked at her, “I’ll believe it when I see a trophy, darling.” 

With one comment, all the butterflies in her stomach had turned into something more sour. Ada Abbott’s smile turned strained as she only nodded before looking back at Martin Brundle. She wasn’t about to give this man the time of day right now. Perhaps he’d have to either retract his words or at least act like he just insulted her on live television instead of joking around like nothing happened. 

JOURNAL ENTRY 2: EAT YOUR OWN WORDS, MR. HONDA DRIVER.

I just won my third trophy of the year. It’s quite amazing. But there’s something wonderful about making Jenson Button eat his own words. It was probably my pride that asked for his email address but sending him an image felt nothing of malice but satisfaction. God, did it feel so good. 

TO BE CONTINUED

[thebeesareback]

Pride and Prejudice: a defence of Lydia Bennet

In Jane Austen's 1813 novel, Pride and Prejudice, Elizabeth's younger sister Lydia is set up as Elizabeth's opposite. Their names, Lizzie and Lydia, sound similar, and they follow similar paths. Lizzie and Lydia meet their future husbands in the first part of the novel, then get married in the latter half.

There are, of course, some differences. Lydia marries Wickham, a charming but evil man; and Lizzie marries Darcy, a well meaning bloke with the charisma of a turnip. Jane and Bingley are also there. Everyone, with the exception of the insufferable Mrs Bennet, is absolutely horrified with Lydia when she elopes, and she seems utterly befuddled by their annoyance. This is why I think Lydia should have been better treated.

Let's start with Wickham. He enters towards the beginning of the book and befriends most of the Bennets. The book introduces him thus: "His appearance was greatly in his favour; he had all the best part of beauty, a fine countenance, a good figure, and very pleasing address". Throughout the first part of the novel, the audience discovers that he and Darcy do not like each other, although neither fully articulates why.

Lydia lives at home with her parents and her four sisters. She isn't very well educated: she "never had any governess", and seems to spend her time visiting people and shopping. I must admit that throughout the novel, as Lizzie goes off on endless walks and everyone moans about their finances, I wish they would get jobs to enrich themselves and give them something interesting to do. Yes, I know that wasn't the socially acceptable thing to do at the time, but still. So many walks. She doesn't even have headphones! I digress.

In the background of Lydia's home life, people regularly discuss what will happen when Mr Bennet dies. Either, all five daughters will have to get married, and they don't have large dowries; or they'll be provided for by Mr Collins, who does whatever Lady Catherine tells him. It's a constant source of stress, and something with Lydia must be aware of. Mrs Bennet is constantly trying to avoid the latter and get her daughters married off, and so there's a constant emphasis on finding wealthy husbands. Lydia knows that it's her only purpose.

In fact, of all the daughters, she seems to be the most aware of their predicament. Sure, Jane and Lizzie discuss it, but when Lizzie has two proposals - one from Mr Collins and one from Mr Darcy, she turns them both down. The audience is supposed to sympathise with Lizzie and understand why neither of these men are right for her, certainly, but if her only mission is to get married, she initially fails. Lydia has no qualms. When the regiment comes to town, full of eligible young men, Lydia sets to work.

It would be ridiculous to suggest that Lydia doesn't enjoy that sort of thing. She does! As a 21st century woman, I don't see a problem with her having fun and flirting. Nevertheless, Lizzie is horrified and speaks to their father about Lydia's behaviour. There's a nasty trap, you see: Lydia has to get married, but she can't be seen to *want* to get married. Lydia misses the nuance and that is considered embarrassing. There's something to be said for disliking women for their agency. Marriage should simply happen to Lydia, but she shouldn't seek it out or seem like she wants to be in control or have any choice. Lizzie rejects proposals and exercises her own agency, and her mother is absolutely infuriated.

Meanwhile, Wickham is secretly plotting. He believed he was cheated out of an inheritance by Darcy, and then tried to run off with Darcy's little sister. Georgiana Darcy also provides a clear contrast to Lydia: according to Caroline Bingley, "I really do not think Georgiana Darcy has her equal for beauty, elegance, and accomplishments; and the affection she inspires in Louisa and myself is heightened into something still more interesting, from the hope we dare entertain of her being hereafter our sister". So, we have an intelligent and protected young lady who was groomed and seduced by Wickham. What chance did poor Lydia stand? More on that later.

Wickham is furious with Darcy. As the novel starts, he is in a militia and, as we later discover, spending more money than he earns. (I assume he's paid money? There's talk of "purchasing commissions", so maybe he doesn't. Any experts, please let me know!). It could easily be assumed that the only reason Wickham spends any time with Jane and Lizzie is because Darcy and Bingley like them. Sure - Darcy doesn't seem like he likes Lizzie, but Wickham knows Darcy and can probably figure him out.

Wickham is almost certainly aware of the fact that the Bennets are not very rich. He's a confidence trickster and also projecting wealth, so he knows exactly what to look for. If Lydia and Kitty buy bonnets they don't really like and then fix them up, it seems likely that Wickham is doing something similar. He sees through the falsehoods because he's constantly monitoring, constantly adjusting, constantly manipulating. So Wickham could get close to the Bennets because he buys into their projected lifestyle, or he could be doing it for the pleasure of their company - snarky, sarcastic Lizzie is a treat - or possibly it's because it'll piss off Darcy. I think the latter is the most likely.

There is someone else to consider, but she sucks so I'll keep this brief. Wickham could attempt to seduce Caroline Bingley. The Bingleys actually are rich, and it would certainly annoy Darcy. There are a few problems:

Caroline sucks

Darcy doesn't like Caroline, so he might not care if Wickham marries her

Caroline is clearly trying to seduce Darcy

Caroline might know what happened with Georgiana

Also, Caroline sucks.

So, Caroline. An option, but with some serious drawbacks.

At the end of the first half (ish) of the book, Wickham's militia moves off to Brighton. He's managed to convince Lizzie that Darcy is a bit of a knob (Darcy's personality helps), so mission accomplished. Except! Enter Lydia. Her friend's dad is Colonel Forster and he's going, too. After trying to convince Mr Bennet that they should all move to Brighton, Lydia compromises and heads off under the (lacking) care of the Forsters.

Thus, a disaster is set. We have one daft, headstrong teenager (don't forget, Lydia is 15), who has been told repeatedly that the only thing which matters is gaining male attention; and we have Wickham - smart, cunning, in need of money and ready to hurt anyone close to Darcy. We don't actually see Wickham and Lydia's courtship, but I would gather that, given their two personalities, it was more like grooming. Wickham allowed Lydia to imagine a glamorous life in which she outshines all of her older sisters. To read between the lines, I think it could be argued that Wickham deliberately targets Lydia because of her connection to Lizzie and therefore Darcy, because he only pays attention to her in Brighton. Before then, it made more sense for him to cosy up to Lizzie, which is exactly what he does. Additionally, in Brighton, no-one is really paying attention to Lydia, so it's much easier to get her to come away with him.

So the two elope. Kinda. Wickham says they will go to Scotland to get married, then they hide out in London in a house owned by, ouch, the former governess of Georgiana. Just to torture Darcy a little more. It's difficult to piece together exactly what happened and what the plan was, but I think Wickham left a breadcrumb trail for Darcy to find, knowing that Lizzie would probably reach out at some point.

Lydia's reputation would be ruined if people knew that she'd run away and lived with a man to whom she was not married, so Darcy, Mr Gardiner and Mr Bennet all have to scramble to cover things up and get them wed. They essentially have to bribe Wickham into it by promising to pay off his debts and getting him a new, better job. It's very stressful for Darcy, Gardiner and Bennet. Lydia doesn't see what she's done wrong. Wickham gets his inheritance at last.

We know that Wickham is manipulative, but let's just quickly run through everyone he fucks over.

Lizzie (lies to her about Darcy)

Georgiana (attempts to elope with her)

Various merchants and moneylenders in Meryton

Various merchants and moneylenders in Brighton

His militia

Mrs Bennet

Is it a surprise that daft, naive Lydia falls under his spell?

After the wedding, Lydia goes back to Meryton for a few weeks. She's so happy! She's the first of her sisters to get married; she believes she's got a wealthy husband; now her mother is thrilled; oh, and Wickham is charming and lovely and she adores him. Yes, there was a bit of a mess with how the marriage came about, but it's all sorted, and she did what her family wanted! She has a man!

All of this is why I come to Lydia's defence. The novel is written from Lizzie's perspective, and she judges her sister for her actions. I don't. I think that Lydia was ignored by her father, and with nothing else to occupy her time, sought validation elsewhere. She was manipulated by a man who had an agenda which stretched far past her imagination, and ended up doing the thing - getting married - which is exactly what her family and society wanted for her in the first place. She's not perfect. But I would argue that she's more of a victim than someone with genuinely malicious intentions, and should be treated with more kindness.