#elizabeth and mr.darcy…

[therealelizabethbennet]

[yeehawesome]

hear me out hear me out cowboy pride and prejudice cowboy pride and prejudice

[mametupa]

[romitricrazed]

Pride and Prejudice vs Person that reads too much Vampire Academy Fanfiction

So, im currently reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time and dang - the amount of characters and dynamics that remind me of Vampire Academy Characters is not normal anymore (maybe i should stop reading so many ffs but nah-)

[glamrielle95]

I absolutely love Mr. Darcy!!

Pride & Prejudice dir. Joe Wright | 2005

[stydixa]

KEIRA KNIGHTLEY AND MATTHEW MACFADYEN AS ELIZABETH BENNET AND MR.DARCY PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) Dir. Joe Wright

[amandaauverigne]

Had to share this @WeHeartIt

[skzaholix]

Hyunjinnie fluff headcanon!!! ♥️

hyunjin x reader ‹ as your boyfriend headcannons › reqs open !

(💭 TYSM for requesting this I had sm fun imagining it)

i feel like hyunjin is definitely a heavily romantic partner

he loves romance movies , reads romance books and more

i feel like romantically wise he'd be into pda unless you're not

if you are, he'll openly leave kisses on the side of your head, your hand and sometimes your shoulder

If you're not, he'll always have his hand in yours or be leaning into you or vice versa

hyunjin is more of a spring type of lover

y'know he'd prefer movies like the notebook and pride and the prejudice over holiday romance movies

that's not to say he doesn't christmas cliches but he won't lean to it moreso

he likes the cold of january snow as you two hold each other , mindlessly scrolling on your phones

he likes the april showers that enchant your sleep and give more of a reason to stay inside and watch as mr.darcy pursues elizabeth

he likes you in the colors red and white, mainly red, he likes dark colors

he's someone who'll paint you in the middle of the night

or sometimes you'll sit beside him as he finishes a drawing

idk why but I also envision him as a subway kinda boy

holding your hands as you both learn how to skateboard in an empty parking lot, 10 pm at night only the streetlights leading your way

sitting by the windows of the convenience store as you eat your spicy ramen and he enjoys an ice cream you warned him not to eat as it was january aka the coldest month of the year

he regrets it as now he's walking hand in hand with you, leaning into you as he shivers, you laughing and mocking him with "I told you so"

I also feel like Italy matches you both

like sitting by the pier as you point at the boats full of couples as they pass by, enjoying your meal with him

man has watched lady and the tramp too many times because now he's attempting the infamous kiss

he's such a european lover vibe

taking pictures of you and the scenery with his camera for memories

staying at the hotel and painting each other's nails in wacky styles as harry potter movies play in order on the hotels television

him drawing on you in the uber to kill time

I love him

[therealelizabethbennet]

This is so good.

Because it's just like. Darcy did everything Lizzy ever told him to, yknow? He asked how she thought people should kindle affection and she said dancing, so then he asked her to dance. She asked what he qualifies as an accomplished woman, he looked at her and the book she was reading, and said a well read woman. She said he should talk while they're dancing, so he asked about her and her sisters going to Merryton. She told him he should practice talking to people he's not already familiar with, so he came over and visited her the very next day. You know??? Do you see???? He has been shouting from the very start that he cares for her, in his own way, just as Jane shouted her love to Bingley, in her own way. And then when she was visiting Rosings and Lady Catherine de Bourgh, his own aunt, was being obnoxious and rude to her, he felt the shame of having undesirable connections just as she had in the beginning. Do you see it!!!! Mr Darcy has been ardently in love with her from the very beginning, and he's been missing the parallels between their lives the whole time!!! He's so pathetic and sopping wet it hurts!!!

[sugashook]

Elizabeth Bennet: Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.

Elizabeth Bennet: Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?

Mr. Darcy: Not if I can help it.

Mr. Darcy: Do you talk, as a rule, while dancing?

Elizabeth Bennet: No... No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn... Makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?

Charlotte Lucas: [to Elizabeth] What have you done to poor Mr.Darcy?

Elizabeth Bennet: ...I have no idea.

Elizabeth Bennet: Now if every man in the room does not end the evening in love with you then I am no judge of beauty.

Jane Bennet: [giggles] Or men.

Elizabeth Bennet: [laughs brightly] No, they are far too easy to judge.

Jane Bennet: They're not all bad.

Elizabeth Bennet: Humorless poppycocks, in my limited experience.

Jane Bennet: One of these days, Lizzy, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue.

- Deadpool 3 as pride and prejudice 2005 quotes

[karasuno-writings]

PLEASE…SPARE ME” - TSUKISHIMA KEI

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

LISTEN, this is SOO GOOD, the second I read the request my head immediately went to Mr.Darcy’s confession to Elizabeth

So I hope I did justice to this amazing request!! I am also absolutely sorry about the delay, turns out I suck at consistency. Still I hope you all like it! And ALSO I might do the other character on a separate post! 

Warning: Angst, and this was absolutely not proofread 

TSUKISHIMA KEI 

Tsukishima ran hand through his blonde hair, more-than-lightly tugging at the roots; as he fell haphazardly on top of his bed. Staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars that he and Yamaguchi pasted on his ceiling when they were just kids, grunting before covering his face with a pillow.  

Falling in love was not in Tsukishima’s plans; it was not something he explicitly wanted, and certainly not something that he expected. So when you came on waltzing into his life you became more of an obstacle than he had initially calculated. It was becoming increasingly hard to avoid you; which could only be his fault for letting himself open up to you. Still, your smile was etched on the back of his mind, and even the faintest touch between the two of you lingered on his skin for what felt like ages. 

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Music blared through Kei’s headphones as he entered the school-grounds, hands in his pockets and eyes fixed on the horizon rather than towards any specific point. Humming almost inaudibly to the song playing 

His heart skipped a beat, his pupils shrunk slightly as his eyes focused on your figure walking towards him. Shit, you had noticed him and started waving at him with a smile, approaching Tsukishima with a slight spring in your step. He held his breath for just a moment, closing his eyes briefly to regain composure before pretending to check his phone, pausing his music and redirecting himself towards the library and away from you. 

“Tsukishima!” squinting your eyes, you called for him, unsure if he had actually seen you or not. “Tsukishima Kei!” 

Hearing you call him his full name was enough to make him furrow his brow as his cheeks flushed. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger, he kept walking forward at a steady pace, hoping that it was enough to get somewhere else before you could catch up. 

Slightly annoyed at being ignored you were about to pick up the pace when all of a sudden you felt a tug on your sleeve; “Y/N! I was looking for you” You turned around to see the smiling face of your classmate, Hinata Shoyo. You blinked twice before checking your clock “Shit” you hissed almost inaudibly; you had forgotten about your study session. You sighted giving one last glance through squinted eyes at your blonde, tall friend, who was now further away before turning to smile and nod at the redhead “Let’s go!”

Kei stopped hearing your voice. Lowering his pace, he sighted pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before glancing backwards briefly. He pursed his lips, frowning slightly. Hating himself for feeling disappointed at how fastly you dropped his pursuit. Tsukishima pressed play once more, shaking all possible thoughts of his mind before entering the library in silence. 

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The sound of chatter filled the air inside the classroom as light seeps in through the windows, the shadow leaves of the trees outside making the place move with the students inside it. Y/N’s attention was fixed on the outside, staring at the library through squinted eyes, clicking your tongue as you wondered what was going on with him. 

Just three days ago you had sent him a message regarding the new exhibition at the national history museum, knowing that it was probably of his interest, and hoping to maybe make him agree to go there with you. The least you expected was some vicious mockery about how that time-period was boring and unexciting…but to just ignore you? After almost 10 months of hard-earned friendship? 

You scoffed, turning to look at your notebook, feeling silly at the thought that he had purposefully ignored you this morning, he was probably too lost in his music to notice you. Still the pang you felt in your heart when he looked at you, only to turn around, left you with a bothersome, empty feeling.

“Is he okay?” You turned suddenly to stare at Yamaguchi, who slightly jumped on his seat before furrowing his brows, head tilted. 

“Who?” 

“Tsukishima!” You raised your hands exasperated, making Yamaguchi raise an eyebrow. “Sorry…It’s just that for the life of me I cannot get him to talk or even acknowledge me since almost four days ago, so I was wondering if he had, you know…”

“Ohhh okay okay…Hmmm” He continued, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, trying to conceal the almost-smirk on his lips. Because, of course, Tsukki would start ignoring you right after telling Yamaguchi how he hated the way you made him feel.  And this information had only cost hours of pestering him regarding his worse-than-usual moodiness. “Well, he hasn't told me about any particular personal or family problem that you should worry about. However, he HAS been weird lately. You should ask him!”

You chuckled, because, of course if he hadn’t told Yamaguchi out of all people, there is no way he would tell you. Still you nodded and gave your freckled friend a half-smile. “Yeah, maybe”

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The bell rang loudly across the school, making you slam-shut your notebook, stuffing most of your belongings in your backpack with one quick swipe before standing up. Yamaguchi was about to tell you something, however, he could just watch as you swooped past him. Standing in front of Tuskishima’s desk, laying your weight on your arms as you placed your hands at the edge of his table. 

Fuck. Tsukishima stared at the hem of your uniform for a second before raising his head to meet your eyes, hoping that you’d only ask him about today’s homework or some quick and silly question. However as he met your eyes he froze, pupils shrinking at the sight of you, unblinking. 

“So…Did you check what I sent you?” His breath returned to him as you smiled, your eyes squinting adorably. His stomach dropped, he hated the feeling, the idea of hurting you almost made him sick. Still, he could not let himself cave in.

Swallowing hard, Tsukishima blinked once, tilting his head “You sent me something?” Of course you did, he had been waiting for the exposition you sent him to come to town, however, the best possible outcome would come of him feigning ignorance. 

An arrow shot through your heart, “Oh…I see” your breath became harder as your lips pursed.  He swallowed hard as your eyes searched for any sign that could indicate that he was just messing with you, that he was just being his annoying-self, but he remained expressionless, unblinking. 

“Do you need anything else?” He raised his head higher. Your words froze in your throat, thus, without any second to waste, he gathered his books and stood up, unsure of how much longer he would be able to keep face in front of you. “Bye” He almost murmured, his back turned to you, as he walked out of the classroom, barely stopping when he heard you muttering…”Asshole”

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Now, he sat alone in the library, working on a project with his headphones on, shutting off everything else on the outside while his pen drifted elegantly over the white paper before him. The quiet around him was unusual, making him feel almost a little uneasy, as your voice would usually make him rearrange his headphones, sometimes to ask him about the work, sometimes to debate about it, and most times to annoyingly make completely unrelated comments, that admittedly, made him smile at least on the slightest. He shook his head, taking a big breath in order to remind himself to focus, looking at the window right in front of him, staring at the fat water droplets breaking as they hit the glass harshly, a gray cloud covering most of the visible sky, he could almost imagine the sound. 

3 days had passed since, and Tsukishima was unsure about what he felt now that you were giving him the cold shoulder. On one hand, it made it easier to suppress his feelings, able to push them to the farthest corner of his mind as was possible. On the other, he found himself snapping pictures of animals and things he knew you would like, lingering on your chat just to send you a song that reminded him of you, or about to turn in class after someone messed up just to see you smile and roll your eyes at his snarky remarks, before painfully stopping himself from doing something stupid along those lines. 

Yamaguchi did not help his situation, as every once in a while he kept pestering him about how he was acting like an asshole, hurting both Y/N and himself. Tsukki just clicked his tongue at him, refusing to elaborate on the thought process behind his decision for the tenth time in a week. 

Suddenly, a book slammed against the desk right in front of him, making him furrow his brows and take his headphones off immediately, standing up ready to retaliate. “Excus-”

He was tongue tied as you stood in front of him, and stopping to check you were really there, almost as if he had seen a ghost, he examined you from head to toe with one quick glance. Your hair and shirt looked only slightly wet from the rain outside, however your pants and boots were almost soaked, a folded umbrella on your left hand making a puddle right on the carpet where you stood, your gaze pierced to him, making a sour expression, your lips as thin as a line. He read the title of the book you slammed on the desk, it was his, you had borrowed it months ago. 

“I demand an explanation” Your voice was as firm as your stare, making him look around nervously at those who were in the library, most of their eyes now turned to the two of you. Shit. 

“Keep it down” Tsukishima whispered

You opened your mouth to speak, blushing as you noticed people stare. Breathing harshly with a knot on your throat. Tsukishima shoved the book into his bag and pulled you by the hand that was holding the umbrella, dragging you outside before you could even complain. 

The sound of the rain was instantly amplified the second he opened the door, the drops of rain managed to barely splash your feet as you stood outside the library under the roof held up by beautiful stone pillars that covered the few meters of floor before the steps. 

You pulled your hand away from him, frowning, as the wind blew sending a shiver down your spine, making yourself huddle up against the wall. 

You raised your voice once more “Did I do something wrong?!” Tuskishima opened his mouth to answer, closing it immediately with a scowl. 

“If you want me to go away I will! Just fucking tell me what I did wrong” Wondering weather if the slight tremble he heard in your tone was due to the cold weather, he was starting to get annoyed. “Or whatever it is you want me to do, Tsukishima” 

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then!” He yelled, almost immediately, making you retreat further as he glared down at you, before taking a deep breath. You felt your heartbeat all the way up to your ears. 

“Tell me.” His voice was softer now, as he clenched his fists, his gaze was almost desperate. 

“Spare me.” 

For a moment the rain was all that you could hear, your pupils dilating at such an unruly confesion. You had never seen him like this, and he had certainly never expected for you to elicit such a reaction from him. Now, he was breathing heavily, running a hand through his forehead, then his hair, wanting nothing else but to be swallowed whole by the ground. He was about to turn around, leave with whatever was left of his dignity, when he felt your cold, soft hand, grabbing his. 

“That’s it?” You chuckled, looking at him dumbfounded. He glared at you, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. How dare you stop him just to make fun of him? “What do you even mean by that? Let go of me” 

“That we could have skipped all this nonsense if you had just told me” You gently let go of his hand, sure that he would not try to leave now that he had been provoked. His breathing was still heavy as he turned to you, jaw slightly clenched.

“I already told you…Now you can leave me alone” 

“Why would I when I feel the same way?” Your smile was soft, as was your voice now. He shook his head once more, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and chuckling lightly when he felt you punch his arm. “You did not need to act like an ass”

“I hate you too” He retaliated as you stuck your tongue out at him, his cheeks flushing against his will. “What about we go to that exposition we have been wanting to see…Are you free this friday?” 

[xxghostcomplexx]

possible lestappen fics

there’s a lot of fics i wanna write for lestappen yet have never gotten to cause of my fuckin adhd brain- so here is a list of the ideas instead

maybe I’ll write them some day…

(also- feel free to take these ideas and use them as prompts for your own fics)

Song of Achilles AU (Max is soooo Achilles coded, just imagine him saying: “There is no agreements made between lions and sheep. I shall eat you raw.” Jos as Thetis? Sebastian as Chiron? Fernando as Odysseus? Lewis Hamilton as Hector?)

Pride and Prejudice AU (Max as Mr.Darcy, Charles as Elizabeth) (maybe a side of Landoscar as Mr.Bingley and Jane)

Idea 1: ‘Max was not Charles’ first love, nor was he his second or third.’ (A fic where Charles reminisces of all his past loves and how Max fits into in. His first love was racing, second was Jules, and third was Sebastian. Ambiguous ending)

Idea 2: ‘Charles was Max’s first, second, and third love.’ (An accompanying fic to idea 1 from Max’s pov and his view on their relationship)

Idea 3: ‘Charles had hated Max before he even understood the true meaning of the word. Birds flew, fish swam, and Charles Leclerc hated Max Verstappen. It was simple really. It seemed predestined…inevitable- even.’ (A enemy to lover fic where it’s actually just Charles one-sided ‘hating’ Max until he realizes that he stopped hating Max somewhere along the way. Austria 2019 is mentioned here prominently)

Idea 4: ‘Charles thinks Max looks his best when he’s bloodied, his eyes wide and equally red with fury. Max thinks Charles looks even better when he’s crying, his pretty face bruised black and blue.’ (EQUALLY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, Charles and Max find each other at a young age, classmates and neighbors. They don’t like each other and end up getting into a fight. The two quickly realize that they aren’t… normal after they get into their first fight. They grow up together as known enemies but they can only indulge their true selves in each other)

Idea 5: ‘Into the Lions’ Den’ (Charles pov beginning from before he even joins F1 all the way to current time. He reflects on Max’s past and future teammates and how they are essentially sacrifices. They enter the ‘lions’ den’ and are left to try and compare to Max, only to be left ripped apart. After all, who can hope to stand next to him? Red Bull has two drivers only because they need to. Despite that- as Charles reflect on all this…he can’t help but dream of standing next to Max as his teammate. Let himself be tore apart, let Max eat his heart and drink his blood)

Idea 6: Shameless smut (as the name suggests…it’s just shameless smut. This would be my first ever smut fic if I ever finish writing it. As an asexual person…this is especially hard to write. The plot is basically Max as the ‘successfully businessman who’s very busy and sexually frustrated’ and Charles as the ‘call boy who Max calls on accident when he was trying to find a call girl’. Max is confused and kinda disappointed at first, until he notices that Charles is very very pretty and that Max really wouldn’t mind sleeping with him- in fact -he would like it very much. This fic is just silly. Max is very horknee and not cool at all in this fic. Luckily Charles thinks he’s hot.)

Idea 7: ‘Turns out I don’t mind him kissing guys as long as it’s me he’s kissing .’ (Have you seen that one Reddit story of his guy who worries he’s being homophonic towards his gay roommate cause every time he sees him kissing a guy or bringing one home he feels sick and upset. They end up getting into an argument and he worries that he will ruin his friendship with his roommate. But he then finds out that he’s liked his roommate the whole time and that’s why he felt like throwing up every time he saw him with other guys. Yeah, that but Lestappen. Childhood rivals to friends, living together for college. Max who worries that he’s being homophobic cause he can’t stand seeing Charles with guys, and Charles who just wants Max to get the hint already)

I have more notes on each of these, so let me know if you wanna know more about any of these fics. I think I also might have some snippets for them :)

[brokenlovesong]

LOVE IS NEVER A GUARANTEE

darry x paul rating: general word count: 6.7k

Paul and Darry were reminding him less and less of how he and Johnny were and more of Elizabeth and Mr.Darcy throughout the novel, Pride And Prejudice, which Ponyboy had just started. The only difference is that in the chapter he’s currently reading, Elizabeth and Mr.Darcy are still working through their reasons not to finally fall in love, whereas Darry and Paul have already set aside the differences that prevented them from forming a close relationship. Or The Darry/Paul Madras shirt fic that became way more complicated than it had to be.

[short excerpt]

“See? I told you the shirt would look good,” Paul said as he fixed the collar around Darry’s neck.

Darry’s cheeks were red as a tomato. He must have been running around all afternoon with Paul tossing the football around. Or maybe they went for a jog. “You’re just sayin’ that cause ya have to.”

“I’d say it even if I didn’t.” They were standing so close, they were probably breathing in each other’s breaths. Their noses were practically touching. “We still on for tomorrow?”

It seemed like Darry wanted to speak. But nothing came out when he opened his mouth despite the effort, as if all knowledge of the English language had suddenly vanished from existence. Instead, he just swallowed hard and nodded slowly. Darry wasn’t often at a loss for words. He was usually a pretty well spoken guy. Great at first impressions and an excellent public speaker. This was apparently not one of those times. But Ponyboy couldn’t quite figure out what had his brother so shell shocked.

Unfortunately, Paul moved from where he stood, previously obstructing the doorway that Ponyboy was speaking out of. He knew he was about to get caught and with all the stealth of a spy on their first day of training, he collided into one of the metal chairs, sending him backwards into an end table their mother kept a well watered flower vase on. Practically in slow motion, he watched as the vase teetered back and forth from the momentum of the table before toppling over to the ground. The glass shattered the moment it made contact with the hard, wood floor, spreading out into a million tiny shards almost impossible to see.

[full fic on ao3]

[mametupa]

[mybodyisrotten]

.｡.:*✧ Marauders era Book AU ideas ✧*:.｡.

So i had this random idea for book inspired Marauders fanfictions/AU's and i want to share them with y'all <3

The Catcher in the Rye but Remus is Holden Caulfield

Carmilla but its Dorlene, Carmilla is Marlene and Laura is Dorcas (or Dorcas is Carmilla and Marlene Laura idc)

The Song of Achilles but once again, make it Dorlene, i would literally commit crimes for a Tsoa inspired Dorlene FF

Pride and Prejudice but make it Jily, y'all dont understand, i'm obsessed with this Idea of Lily as Elizabeth Benneth(was that her name?) And James as Mr.Darcy its so them

The Beauty and the Beast but its Rosekiller and Barty is the Beast and Evan is Belle

The Picture of Dorian Gray but Regulus is Dorian

But dont take that as inspiration to copy whole books! We dont do that here <3

Byeee

[myfandomistingling]

Lydia: "Papa, I am going to marry Wickham."

Mr.Bennet: "It's your life."

Elizabeth: "Papa, I am going to marry Mr.Darcy."

Mr.Bennet: "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND!!!"