#I just keep thinking of mr darcy and his confession...

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

"Chat what do I do the guy I hate just confessed their unyielding love to me"

Pride and prejudice screenshot redraw but not really, I drew them like how I felt like it ¯_(ツ)_/¯

[dipperpepper77]

LADS as romance movies

Dipper's Delusions

Tags: Angst, death, romance, sappy shit. Spoilers for the movies

Xavier: The Time Traveler's Wife. I can see you falling in love with him. Both marrying and having a whole life. But, he keeps vanishing. Continuously in a lapse of going through time. Always having one end goal... come back to you. He travels to times where you were just a child, to the day of his funeral, your funeral, relived your wedding, saw your first heartbreak from a far. Everything. Every time he crashes his head on your lap. You always had your familiar gentle touch. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to tell you what awaits in your future together. He just wants to love you over and over again.

Rafayel: The Notebook. HEAR ME OUT. He is definitely one of the LADS men who will make themselves look stupid to impress you (literally the hospital visit). He would definitely jump up and dangle on a Ferris wheel to get you to say yes to a date. That being said... he IS sassy BUT he is also reliable and loving. He would write to you everyday. He WOULD build you a home with his two hands. Do not be fooled by the mask he wears. He would go to the ends of the earth for you. That's how he finds himself at the same retirement home as you (his choice. no one can tell him to leave). He reads your love story to you everyday until you remember him.

Zayne: Pride and Prejudice. (I was going to say Breakfast at Tiffany's but I see so much edits of him as Darcy) This man does scream Mr. Darcy though. He stays in shadows. Keeps himself busy. A man of honor and integrity. But, in times of him confessing his love... it comes out as a burst of emotion. He's always concealing (Elsa core) how he feels that when it's in the light... it's in the light. His usual stoicism is replaced by a tender husband once you marry. You WOULD have random nicknames he gets to call you for different occasions. He would only call you by the nickname he calls you when he's completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy. Because you are his joy.

(Before I start with Sylus... I'm sorry. You may shoot me if you'd like)

Sylus: Me Before You. Hear me out. In his lore he needed to die by your hands. What if in this life time... he was just meant to die? He's left bedridden after an accident. He was now a recluse (for obvious reasons). He didn't have a plan to live long. Not in his state. So when he met this witty person who wears funky outfits? He didn't expect to love you. To find these outfits endearing, to keep thinking 'one more day' every single morning in order to see you, to find himself having many good days. He's so in love with you. You were light. You were the air he wanted to keep breathing. Like a sunshine after the storm. His will to go 'one more day'. Of course, he's rich. So he spends that remainder on you. Buying things he heard you liked. His heart leapt every single time you squealed at his gifts. But... in the end. He still didn't want to live. He just wanted you to be able to live happily after him. Because... he was so fortunate to meet the love of his life.

Caleb: Big Fish (my fav movie). But, Edward Bloom is so Caleb coded. Imagine this... your child is SO frustrated with the "tale-tales" of his life. Like yeah dad.. you TOTALLY flew into a storm and saw god. But, he retells the way he met you. The love of his life... He see's you at the circus... he's awestruck. Who are you? Where are you from? He can NOT let it go. He's a dog with a bone. You ARE his wife, this was love at first sight. He settles a deal with the circus owner. Working hard labor and nearly dying. He doesn't even get paid... just paid in information about you. He goes to your college... you're so sweet... but, engaged. He does GRAND gestures of love. Your name in a heart written on the sky by a plane, a field of your favorite flowers, the works. So you marry him instead. He goes to war... but escapes. No way that man will EVER be ripped away from you once he's had you.

Dip Talk: HI I MISSED YOU ALL. I'M BACK

[honnelander]

I CAME AS SOON AS I SAW THE POST

can we get a little snippet of go fish!reader maybe reading Pride and Prejudice aloud to Zoro after he had been struck down by Mihawk, like how Nami did, and Sanji over hearing and just staying by the door to listen to her read or something? i think a little blurb like that would be so cute

AHHH CUUUUTE!! i modified this a bit to have it fit into the overall story's timeline. instead of Zoro being struck down by Mihawk, he's sick and bedridden. thank you for this :))

here's go fish!Sanji listening to you reading:

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"Ohhh Zoro," you quietly squealed, trying your best to keep your voice down from disturbing a very ill and bedridden Zoro from waking. "Are you ready for this? Oh my god, this is another one of my favorite parts," you gushed, sighing dreamily as you put your very loved and well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice on your lap before hurriedly picking it up again to continue reading aloud to your friend in his room.

"I'm in love with you, most ardently," you read, voice quiet enough and full of wistfulness.

As you continued to read the story, your voice going up and down in excitement as you read the scene aloud, Sanji could hear your quiet gushing from the hallway. He was carrying a small tray of food, two bowls of his special homemade chicken soup sitting right in the middle, one for Zoro and another for you since he knew you'd spent all afternoon reading to the sick swordsman and figured you must be hungry by this point as well.

With careful steps, he silently stood right behind the doorway as he listened to your soothing voice bring the words that were printed on the page of your favorite book to life with a small smile on his face. The blonde cook closed his eyes for a minute, letting the sound of your voice wash over him as he admired you without you ever knowing.

He leaned his shoulder on the doorframe right outside of Zoro's room, gently resting the side of his head against it as well, as his mind wandered for a second, getting lost in the story.

Apparently, it was the part in the story where Mr. Darcy was confessing his love to Elizabeth, but as he listened further, he realized that it wasn't the end of the story where they both confessed their feelings mutually, it was more in the beginning where Mr. Darcy's sentiments were one-sided and Sanji couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the fictional man.

While the situation he was in with you wasn't as dramatic as Jane Austen's creation (if there even was a 'situation', he thought dejectedly), the feelings he had for you were certainly real and very complicated.

Was he in love with you? He wasn't entirely sure, but he did like you, much more than a friend should. He had feelings that he only had for you, and no one else. Sure, he's come to love the rest of the crew and Nami too, but none of them could make him feel the things that he only seemed to experience with you.

Suddenly, he wondered how he would confess these sentiments to you one day. Would he pull a Mr. Darcy and just walk into your room one night, spilling out his heart's desires for you in a single breath because if he didn't, he might not have the courage to tell you otherwise? Telling you the thoughts that consistently plagued his mind, trying to sort them out aloud in front of you because they were driving him mad like poor Mr. Darcy? Or would he plan something out and take his time? Wait until he understood what he felt because he 'wanted to get it right'?

Sanji didn't know, it was too soon to tell... but what he did know was that if he stood out there loitering any longer, the soup would get cold and the chef in him would rather die than serve you something like that.

Coincidently, it seemed like the chapter had just ended, you letting out a lighthearted sigh as you softly commented to Zoro, "Ok Zoro, now wasn't that chapter just... extraordinary?"

"It certainly was, Missus," Sanji commented cheekily, suppressing a smile as best he could as he walked into the room.

"Oh! Sanji!" you gasped as your hand quickly covered your racing heart. "Jeez, you scared me." You watched as Sanji placed the tray of soups onto the nightstand. "Sorry. I, uh, didn't realize I was reading so loudly I attracted an audience," you said, your cheeks heating up slightly at the thought that Sanji had been listening to you for who knows how long.

"'Sorry'?" Sanji repeated, a slight frown on his face momentarily as looked down at the tray, glancing at you over his shoulder. "There's nothing to be sorry for, my love." Once the tray was secured on the nightstand, he fully turned to face you, his hands in his pockets as he put on his most charming smile. "Now," he started smoothly, "I'm starting to think that maybe I should get sick so you can come and read to me in bed all day."

Sanji's smile only grew as he watched your face become even more flushed at his words.

You laughed slightly, eyes darting away from his as you asked, "Don't you mean when you're bedridden?"

There was a long pause, the silence becoming deafening at your question. You could feel the tension in the room become thicker the longer that Sanji stayed quiet. Your hands started to feel slightly clammy as your heart rate picked up.

You swallowed. "You know, instead of 'in bed'... since you'd be sick and everything?" you asked finally, as you mustered up the courage to look back up at Sanji from your chair.

At his expression, your heart skipped a beat. Sanji was still looking at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief (and sincerity?) and another emotion you didn't understand, a soft smile on his face. You couldn't help but feel like Sanji knew what he said and that he had said it on purpose.

His crooked smile only deepened. "Sure," he agreed simply. "When I'm sick and ill, and completely bedridden." He blinked, inhaling a small breath as he looked down at his shoes for a moment before looking back up at you, a small questioning look in his eyes as he quietly asked, "And you'd do that? Come and read to me all day?"

"Of course," you answered without hesitation, frowning slightly at Sanji believing that you wouldn't do for even a moment. "I would do anything to help you feel better, Sanji."

Now, between the two of you, it was pretty obvious that Sanji was the smooth-talking flirt, with you never really outrightly flirting with him in the conventional sense, but wow, you might as well be labeled the biggest flirt in his mind because your kind, thoughtful words and gestures never failed to make his heart flutter and knees go weak.

And the way you would look at him, time and time again, whenever you would gently reassure him that yes, you did indeed care about him and that you never truly forgot him... it was enough for him to feel his heart nearly explode.

There it was again, your kind, thoughtful, and beautiful expression on full display for him as you looked up at him through your lashes.

And just like that, Sanji's fears were completely washed away.

He let out a slight laugh, turning his face to the side, his blonde bangs facing you to try and hide the very faint blush on his cheeks. "Aw, you're too kind to me, Missus." He looked back at you, his rosy glow fading slightly, however, his smile was still bright. "Thank you."

At seeing Sanji happy, you were happy. You returned his smile and with a slight teasing tone you said, "But I'll only read to you if you promise to read to me when I'm in bed, sick and completely bedridden."

The blonde chef laughed lightly again, partly because of your now little inside joke, but because the thought that you even had to ask him if he 'would ever do that for you' was completely absurd. Of course he would. He would've been reading to you from the moment you were awake and not feeling well, all the way until you were sleeping, and even then he would continue to recite the pages of the book you loved aloud while you slept, so your dreams and subconscious mind were filled with the sound of his voice well into the night.

Sanji would do anything for you. And you never even needed to ask.

But he didn't tell you all that, not wanting to freak you out with his intense train of thought, so he simply said, with a small smile and twinkle in his eye, "Consider it done."

From Sanji's right, the sound of bedsheets rustling caught both of your attention.

Zoro groaned, gingerly opening his eyes as he pulled his blanket closer to himself. "Ugh... waiter? What are you doing here?"

Sanji looked down at him, a hint of concern on his pretty features as he replied, "Ah, Mosshead, you're awake. I, uh, thought I'd do a little room service and bring some soup for you and y/n."

At hearing your name, Zoro opened his eyes again. "Y/n?" He slowly turned his head towards you. "What are you-" he started to ask but when he saw the book on your lap he groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "Oh don't tell me- you've been reading that garbage to me while I was sleeping this whole time?"

But you weren't offended by his question. Instead, you laughed. "If you mean masterpiece then, yes. You're right. I had just gotten to the good part too!"

Zoro shifted in his bunk, getting comfortable. "Well, by all means, keep going," he deadpanned. In a more sincere tone he said, "I haven't slept this good in a while." But then, with a ghost of a smile, he added, "Your book is so boring it puts me right to sleep."

"Hey, a win is a win," you laughed joyfully. You looked up at Sanji for a second, wanting to share your little moment of happiness of Zoro wanting to continue reading with him.

But Sanji was already looking at you, eyebrows raised in surprise and a disbelieving closed-lipped smile on his face. His smile only grew at seeing the happiness you radiated, his eyes scanning over your face. "Well, in that case," he started as he made his way towards the door. "Let me excuse myself then. I wouldn't want to get in the way of your storytime, Mr. Mosshead."

As Sanji left the room and stepped out into the hall, he could hear you giggle at his 'Mr. Darcy' joke while Zoro grumbled, a sweet sense of satisfaction coming over him.

But before he went back to the kitchen to start on tonight's dinner prep, he loitered outside of Zoro's room again, leaning against the doorframe like he did moments earlier, out of view, so could listen to you read once more for a bit, a small, wistful smile on his face.

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[cryingwriter]

Romantic Tension

As a romance writer and reader, here are the four things I love that authors add to their work (and that I add to mine as well) to increase Romantic Tension!

••• Sensory Details •••

You should be putting sensory details into your writing already but this is ubber important when it comes to romance. So much of our understanding of how a character feels comes from how their body reacts and how they address things emotionally.

Use the senses when writing your characters together! Does one character notice the other’s cologne? Does one of them remember the feeling of the other’s sweater beneath their fingertips? Do they start to question everything they’ve thought about love and this person because of it? Does their face get hot when they hear the other characters voice? Keep in mind how your character is thinking and feeling about the potential love interest. Saying “she thought he was hot so she wanted to bang him” isn’t very interesting. Give your characters specificity. Maybe they rub their neck when they’re nervous and the other character notices! It shows they get flustered when the other person is around.

••• Mini Moments •••

One of the most well loved and memorable scenes in Pride and Prejudice is the Hand Flex Scene. If you’ve seen the 2005 version with Keira Knightley, you know!

Why is this scene so well known and liked? Because of what happens before it. Mr. Darcy had just helped Elizabeth Bennett into her carriage. He touched her in a way that felt significant and we see that when he flexes his hand.

We want to do this in our writing! Having moments where the characters fingers brush together or one character puts their hand on the small of the other characters back is key to building anticipation in a romance story. It doesn’t always have to be touching, this can also mean a character sharing a secret with another character that they haven’t with anyone else, this could mean a character remembers the other characters favorite drink order. Show us that they’ve noticed each other, that they think “hey, this person is …making me feel something!”

••• Interruption •••

When things start to heat up, interruption is the perfect way to build tension. You characters begin to kiss but someone walks in, one of your character is about to confess some feelings but the phone rings. It can be that simple. Maybe your characters were about to go on a date but then one doesn’t show (this could happen for various reasons). Find moments where you can prolong a big event (meaning a love confession, a kiss, a proposal, a sex scene) from happening!

Side note: be sparing with where you use this, some readers can find it repetitive and annoying if you interrupt a big scene too many times.

••• Obstacles •••

The easiest way to find your romantic obstacles is to look at your tropes. If it’s an enemies to lovers story the characters may be from different kingdoms, different gangs, different walks of life. This is going to make it hard for your characters to be together. This can also be a character flaw like not believing they’re worthy of love so they push the other character away. You can also use multiple relationship obstacles to keep the tension going. If there’s nothing stopping your characters from being together, you have no tension.

•••

All readers really want when reading a romance is to experience the build-up! The butterflies, the expectations, the tension. 🖤 these four things keep me and many other readers turning pages and staying up way past our bed times to know what happens next!

HAPPY WRITING!!

[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough Ch 30

Despite having ten whole children, Mrs. Morland notices that Catherine is acting oddly and is concerned about it. She waits a few days before talking to Catherine, which honestly sounds very wise, kudos to her. Then she gets it into her head that the high life at Northanger Abbey has ruined Catherine for home. She's wrong of course, but she is trying her best. How often do parents understand their kids anyway?

I think Jane Austen gets a kick out of bringing in a hero, unlooked for, mid paragraph. It happens here with Henry Tilney, who shows up during Mrs. Morland's search for an essay, it happens with Mr. Darcy turning from the stables at Pemberley, and with Captain Wentworth's arrival in Bath!

I just love this so much:

He was not ill-inclined to obey this request, for, though his heart was greatly relieved by such unlooked-for mildness, it was not just at that moment in his power to say anything to the purpose. Returning in silence to his seat, therefore, he remained for some minutes most civilly answering all Mrs. Morland’s common remarks about the weather and roads. Catherine meanwhile—the anxious, agitated, happy, feverish Catherine—said not a word; but her glowing cheek and brightened eye made her mother trust that this good-natured visit would at least set her heart at ease for a time, and gladly therefore did she lay aside the first volume of The Mirror for a future hour.

Henry can't talk, Catherine is just sitting there all heart eyes. It's so cute! It's so real! I love it so much. I can't even.

Mrs. Morland runs out of things to talk about and Henry finally lightbulb-moments his way into a walk to the Allens. Which Sarah ALMOST RUINS! Thank you, Sarah. Oblivious younger siblings remain a timeless problem. But Mrs. Morland luckily catches on and sends them on their little solitary walk. Mrs. Morland's "silencing nod" seems to be much more effective than Mrs. Bennet's winks at Kitty, by the way.

Such a short proposal description, but it's so lovely:

Some explanation on his father’s account he had to give; but his first purpose was to explain himself, and before they reached Mr. Allen’s grounds he had done it so well that Catherine did not think it could ever be repeated too often. She was assured of his affection; and that heart in return was solicited, which, perhaps, they pretty equally knew was already entirely his own

Now, a lot of people hate this:

I must confess that his affection originated in nothing better than gratitude, or, in other words, that a persuasion of her partiality for him had been the only cause of giving her a serious thought. It is a new circumstance in romance, I acknowledge, and dreadfully derogatory of an heroine’s dignity; but if it be as new in common life, the credit of a wild imagination will at least be all my own.

I have already talked about why a girl liking a boy first is bad (stupid notions of female modesty basically), but I don't understand why people dislike this so much. Yes, it wasn't love at first sight, but there is nothing wrong with liking someone because they like you first! That is literally what happened with Elizabeth Bennet! And it's not like that is the only reason Henry proposed, he realized that she is awesome! It was the regard for him that made him take notice, but that isn't why he defied his father, rode over, and proposed.

I love this, what did the Allens think of them? A very short visit to Mrs. Allen, in which Henry talked at random, without sense or connection, and Catherine, wrapt in the contemplation of her own unutterable happiness, scarcely opened her lips, dismissed them to the ecstasies of another tête-à-tête

Am I saying I love too many things? I WILL KEEP LOVING THINGS! This book is the best! I love it with my whole heart.

Here is a nice rendering of Henry's conversation with his father if you like fan fiction:

In Just Defiance

Now the crazy thing is how important John Thorpe was to the plot. His bragging about Catherine's wealth is the whole reason that Catherine was able to visit the abbey and probably secured her relationship with Henry Tilney, Thorpe's second interference has her sent home in disgrace, the catalyst for Henry's proposal. I don't even know if Henry and Catherine would have got together if it wasn't for that stupid idiot Thorpe! What a weird story!

I love John's lies though, exaggerating wealth and then poverty:

The expectations of his friend Morland, therefore, from the first overrated, had ever since his introduction to Isabella been gradually increasing; and by merely adding twice as much for the grandeur of the moment, by doubling what he chose to think the amount of Mr. Morland’s preferment, trebling his private fortune, bestowing a rich aunt, and sinking half the children, he was able to represent the whole family to the general in a most respectable light.

and then

They were, in fact, a necessitous family; numerous, too, almost beyond example; by no means respected in their own neighbourhood, as he had lately had particular opportunities of discovering; aiming at a style of life which their fortune could not warrant; seeking to better themselves by wealthy connections; a forward, bragging, scheming race. The terrified general pronounced the name of Allen with an inquiring look; and here too Thorpe had learnt his error. The Allens, he believed, had lived near them too long, and he knew the young man on whom the Fullerton estate must devolve.

"lived near them too long" is a great way to describe neighbours who have grown tired of each other.

It says that John is, "spurning a friendship which could be no longer serviceable" which makes me think that he actually ended things with James, not the other way around. Come on, James!

I love Catherine's ultimate conclusion about General Tilney, because I'm totally with her! He's the worst:

Catherine, at any rate, heard enough to feel that in suspecting General Tilney of either murdering or shutting up his wife, she had scarcely sinned against his character, or magnified his cruelty.

Oh the romance of it all, and the first time Henry defies his father:

The general, accustomed on every ordinary occasion to give the law in his family, prepared for no reluctance but of feeling, no opposing desire that should dare to clothe itself in words, could ill brook the opposition of his son, steady as the sanction of reason and the dictate of conscience could make it. But, in such a cause, his anger, though it must shock, could not intimidate Henry, who was sustained in his purpose by a conviction of its justice. He felt himself bound as much in honour as in affection to Miss Morland, and believing that heart to be his own which he had been directed to gain, no unworthy retraction of a tacit consent, no reversing decree of unjustifiable anger, could shake his fidelity, or influence the resolutions it prompted.

I do think it's a sign of Henry's growth that he finally defies his father, but I also get the feeling he's just never had any reason to go against him. It's my impression that he mostly maintained a civil relationship with his father so he could keep visiting Eleanor. Catherine is just the first thing to be important enough for him to fight back. *heart eyes*

IT'S ROMANTIC YOU HATERS!

[codename-adler]

You mean like a sudden rainstorm forces them together beneath the canopy? They look into each other’s eyes… and realize they were made for each other?

He saw it in a Richard Curtis film.

Ineffable husbands have been there, done that. Twice, actually.

And we all know by now, or at least assume, that these are the two moments sealing Crowley’s and Aziraphale’s fates, and their love for each other. That was the parallel, the metaphorical wings as canopies and Heavenly rains as God’s Ineffable Plan nudging them towards each other. So. Been there, done that. First part, Crowley’s vision of what love looks like, is completed.

Aziraphale’s, though… Not yet!

Well, not fully. Aziraphale did the ball, Ineffable Husbands did a dance, but what did Aziraphale say next, about his version of human love, according to his understanding of Jane Austen?

People would gather and do some formal dancing, and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love.

We also all know by now that s2 is nothing but a big Pride & Prejudice scheme buried under many, many layers of religious trauma allegories, Queen lyrics and biblical icons. It’s still up in the air who the demon and the angel are actually modelling after; who’s Elizabeth Bennet, and who’s Mr. Darcy? Each could be both, I believe. As for myself, I’m leaning more towards Crowley as Darcy (and Pride) and Aziraphale as Lizzy (and Prejudice). Crowley has actually confessed his love and his desire to spend his eternal life with Aziraphale, in a very angsty and last-ditch-effort to keep his Angel by his side and to convince him of his true, honest feelings and intentions; just like Darcy did. Aziraphale, just like Lizzy, has rejected him in the most painful way, without confessing nor admitting any of his thoughts to Crowley, and I believe not even to himself. And he left Crowley alone and empty-handed, à la Miss Bennet.

But it’s not over yet! That’s the beauty of it! The final climax has yet to come! P&P doesn’t end at the rejection and separation scene!

Aziraphale’s vision of love, his love language if you will, has not been fulfilled, and nor has he grown enough to access it. Crowley has. He’s shed his pride and bared himself and his heart to Aziraphale, the final step for him to be the person the angel wishes to love and be loved by. Has Aziraphale gotten rid of his many and unbecoming prejudices? Have the Ineffable Husbands resolved every bit and word of miscommunication that transpired between them? No. No, they have not. A true, long-lasting, loving, stable and equal pairing cannot survive with only one of its half having matured and sacrificed. It cannot survive without proper understanding of one another.

The Austen love scheme is not complete. As it was intended.

Yes, there is Metatron the diabolical (is he really though? Just thinking thoughts here…), there are Extreme Sanctions and Book-of-Life-erasure-level threats, there is the case of Maggie and Nina’s humanity vs character-ness, there’s the Second Coming, and yaddi yaddi yaddi. But that’s all background stuff, isn’t? Those are just totally normal and common tropes you put your pairing through, right?

So what to expect for s3, what to hold onto so as not to drown our sorrows and despair into Coffee Theories? A formal dance. A "proper apology," as one could say, from one particularly wrong, prejudiced but cherished angel. A whole lot of honest communication and the truest of feelings. A deep bond of love, fully formed, safe, and strong as Hellfire and Holy Water. Forged through adversity, Heaven & Hell, Armageddidn’t, misplaced pride and unfounded prejudices.

It ain’t over til Neil Gaiman says it’s over.

It ain’t over til Michael Sheen says it’s over.

It ain’t over til David Tennant says it’s over.

It ain’t over til Jane Austen says it’s over.

Oh, Aziraphale dear, won’t you do the little dance?

[themculibrary]

Christmas (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

6 times starmora drank hot chocolate (ao3) - Z0ESC4PSHAW gamora/peter N/R, 5k

Summary: Different scenarios in which the guardians (mainly starmora) drink hot chocolate.

A Christmas For You And Me (ao3) - idiotwithdreams steve/tony, bucky/clint, bruce/natasha, jane/thor G, 5k

Summary: Forced into playing Secret Santa with the rest of the Avengers, Tony Stark falls into a state of panic as he struggles to find the perfect gift for the super soldier that he is not in love with, no matter what Pepper says, it’s just a crush. Really.

Meanwhile, Steve Rogers has decided that Christmas is the time for love and confessions, and has the perfect present in mind for his favorite genius. Little does he know that said genius possesses the ability to misinterpret perfect gifts so differently.

Christmas fluff with idiot boys in love. Ft. Pepper and Natasha being tired of all the angsty pining while Bucky loves enjoying Steve’s misery!

ah, but it's cold outside (ao3) - Merideath darcy/steve T, 4k

Summary: Snow is falling thick and heavy in the fading daylight and Darcy presses closer to the glass to watch through the small patch not covered in a thick lacework of ice. She scrapes her nails on the ice, and shivers at the cold seeping into her fingertips.

all else above (dreaming of the man i love) (ao3) - philthestone bucky/sarah M, 9k

Summary: The eve before Christmas Eve, Captain America was set to speak at the United Nations building, it was blizzarding in Brooklyn, and Sarah Wilson nearly died by way of a giant wheel.

She didn't die, of course. She was very gallantly rescued by a man to whom she hadn't spoken in four months. All because she'd kissed him.

Or -- and this was really a pressing question for both of them -- had it been Bucky who kissed her?

evergreen (ao3) - OnlyForward G, 24k

Summary: the story of how Tony Stark is Scrooge reincarnated and how Peter Parker is determined to change that

ft. civil war angst, tony being lonely as fuck, fun christmas activities and a nice happy ending perfect for the holiday season

Five Times the Avengers Tried to Make Tony Like Christmas (And the One Time They Didn’t) (ao3) - sara_holmes steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: In which Tony avoids Christmas because of reasons and Clint is not okay with this.Featuring bickering, unresolved childhood issues, cookies, eggnog lattes, unicorn tree-toppers, man-eating snowmen and Steve being the only sane person in the tower.

Holiday Meetings (ao3) - Drappersky steve/bucky, bruce/natasha, clint/laura G, 3k

Summary: Steve and Bucky go to a “magical” Christmas tree farm up state. Steve gets lost in the snow, Bucky freaks out and they find everyone but who they’re looking for. Happy Holiday’s :)

I Like the Way You Kiss Me (ao3) - BubbaForest peter/wade M, 11k

Summary: Wade Wilson is very much in love with Spiderman, but thinks he only wants to be friends with benefits. He doesn't want to get attached, so he does everything possible not to get hurt. Peter Parker loves Wade and he doesn't understand why they aren't official yet, but he's okay keeping it causal because that's what Wade wants.

What happens when neither of them can keep up the charade of not being in love anymore?

(Happy ending featuring Christmas and Aunt May)

I'll Give You Gifts Until You Know My Name (ao3) - Dr_Amuly steve/tony T, 10k

Summary: Mr. Stark is an extravagant gift-giver: he has the money for it, after all. As Iron Man, Tony has the opportunity to gift Steve even more presents that, while less expensive, are more heartfelt. Having a secret identity means Tony gets to have his cake and eat it too when it comes to showering Steve with presents.

Until Steve starts developing feelings for his armored companion, and all the benefits of living a double life are turned on their head for Tony Stark.

In The Meantime (ao3) - argallel G, 22k

Summary: The human brain is fickle. Once damaged, it's never the same. Everything changes.

Or...

Fitz didn't go from being barely alive in a coma to walking and -mostly- talking. There were months in between where the whole team rallied around him as he tried to get back to some state resembling normal.

I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm (ao3) - mozzysticks (mbbmdymm) sam/bucky M, 3k

Summary: After Bucky convinces Sam on a pre-Christmas Cabin getaway to Wisconsin, love ensues.

Let your heart be light (ao3) - relenafanel steve/bucky T, 21k

Summary: A fic spanning from mid-November to early-February.

Mission: Christmas (ao3) - Yuliares bucky/clint E, 10k

Summary: Post-Mission Status: Alive, possibly part popsicle. Location: Remote cabin in the middle of a snowstorm.

Also, it’s Christmas.

New Year's Revelations (ao3) - Skyler10 carol/daisy E, 9k

Summary: Over Christmas and New Year's, Carol is moving back home to the LA area after years away in Houston. But she has a secret: she's been in love with her best friend and old college roommate, Daisy, for years. But Daisy has a secret of her own. :) From friends to getting snowed in with only one bed!

Promise Me Mistletoe and Schmoopy Kissing (ao3) - lambchop33 steve/bucky E, 29k

Summary: Steve Rogers just wants to get through Christmas without being browbeaten to death by Tony and his other so-called friends for not having a love life to speak of. Then he meets Bucky Barnes, the sexiest school teacher he's ever seen, and manages to get himself involved in a fake boyfriend scheme, all in the same day. Bucky assures him it's the perfect ploy to help them both avoid unwanted criticism (and set-ups) during the stressful holiday season...only problem is, this is one set-up Steve wants.

Secret Sugarplum Spiderling (ao3) - happyaspie G, 27k

Summary: Peter has been taking ballet for nearly as long as he can remember and all of his hard work has finally paid off. He's been cast as the Cavelier to the Sugarplum Fairy in his Performing Arts School's production of The Nutcracker. It's a big deal and it's going to take up a good bit of time but... he's just not sure he's ready for his mentor to know about that particular hobby just yet.

All he has to do is show up at the studio on time, keep his grades up, make sure to see Tony on a regular enough basis that he doesn't worry and try to squeeze in some patrolling in between. It's that simple. Right?

Sweater Weather (cause it’s too cold) (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist sam/bucky G, 4k

Summary: Despite Delacroix having fairly mild winters, all things considered, living with Bucky highlights exactly how poorly he handles the cold. And of course Sam seeks to remedy this as soon as possible, wanting to make the lead-up to the holidays more manageable for him.

The 12 Hugs of Christmas (ao3) - notapartytrick mj/peter, steve/bucky T, 46k

Summary: Peter Parker endures a lot more than he gives himself credit for, the extent of which Tony Stark is only beginning to see as he grows inexorably closer to his dedicated "intern." Oh, and Christmas is coming up too.

The Gift Of Christmas (ao3) - KindaCuntyJustAlil steve/natasha M, 165k

Summary: Ever since his burst of success, Steve Rogers is an arrogant and selfish man who hates the holidays with a passion, especially Christmas. But when problems with his company erupts and he’s forced to spend time with a certain red haired woman he thought he couldn’t stand, will he learn the joys of Christmas and possibly find love? Or will his plan backfire and end up losing more than he bargained for?

Will You Be My Fiance? (ao3) - Lyric15 steve/bucky M, 6k

Summary: For a night. When Steve has the annual Christmas Party with his job at Stark Industries, nosy and obsessed with him, Sharon Carter will force him to lie about being engaged. With only two days to find a fake fiance, Steve's lifetime best friend, roommate, and the man he loves offers to play the part. Will the night force feelings to come to light or will they leave the party and be back to just roommates and best friends?

[cocoscurios]

The Hour, the Spot, the Look, the Words Chapter Commentary

Chapter Thirty-One: Seizing the Opportunity

I wrote this as part of a prompt challenge and it's not a favorite. Sometimes these things are great for inspiration and sometimes they're not. 

Elizabeth exchanged a conspiratorial glance with Georgiana; her sister seemed rather delighted to be her partner in poking a little fun at Fitzwilliam. I need to write more Elizabeth and Georgiana: partners in crime. 

Georgiana started playing an especially lively Scotch air. Fitzwilliam looked up; it was not the sort of music she usually performed.

"You know, Fitzwilliam, I think I will finally claim that reel that you suggested all those months ago," said Elizabeth slyly. Underrated Darcy moment! Why don't we talk about it more than we do?

Fitzwilliam returned her look with an arch one of his own. "It is quite an honor to have one's hand applied for in such a way." I just think it's nonstop flirty nonsense with these two, honestly. I love that for them. 

"Oh, yes. I mean you to feel very flattered indeed."

"I am most gratified; not least because you have often rejected me in the past." Though I don't see him ever joking about ~things~ he said to Elizabeth, I do think he finds it easy to joke about his rejection, now that they've gotten a happy ending. 

Elizabeth grinned; she hadn't expected him to immediately play along, to give as good as he got. I think they have a lot of fun together. And this isn't even purely headcanon! Given some of the ways Darcy flirts with Elizabeth at Netherfield and Rosings (and that Austen puts the suggestion in Mrs. Gardiner's letter), I truly think they end up having a very playful dynamic.

"You do not enjoy dancing in general."

"No."

"And reels are not particularly dignified dances."

"No."

"Yet you were prepared to dance one with me, in front of the whole party at Netherfield."

"I was, and gladly." BECAUSE HE WAS DOWN BAAAAAADDDDDDDD.

"Miss Bingley would have murdered me in my bed." I will never forgive Elizabeth for denying me Miss Bingley's reaction to this at Netherfield, to be honest. 

He grinned. "It is a good thing that you refused me, then."

"I did not think you were very serious in your request, for, after all, one couple cannot dance a reel. We would have needed a third person, at least. Who did you mean to ask to join us?" Imagine trying to recruit the Hursts.

"Oh, I did not mean to apply for a third; I meant for us to adapt so that it would suit only the two of us. DARCY, I HAVE QUESTIONS. I suppose you meant the same for tonight. Georgiana cannot be expected to play and dance at the same time."

"I had not anticipated such a willing partner," she confessed smilingly. "I rather hoped to tease you."

"I suspected as much."

"I will need to be much cleverer, to keep your interest."

"I can assure you that you will have no trouble on that score."

"Shall I begin again?" called Georgiana pointedly from the pianoforte. Poor Georgiana, always having a front row seat to the Darcys' foreplay.

"Yes, I apologize for being so inconsiderate. We will be more prompt this time," he said, grabbing Elizabeth’s hand. "Come now, my dear. I have been promised a dance." I still don't love it, but I remembered it worse than it was. 

[mysticmiav]

Alrighttt am close to finishing Pride & Prejudice, about 60ish pages left (am a slow reader okay and I got distracted with Manacled while reading)

Some more thoughts and a lot of yapping (and spoilers? I guess?) I've had in during my recent reads:

First of all, having watched the P&P 2005 movie first and then starting to read the book, I can't help but keep going "Oh this is different!" At some parts akdksk

I love love love the small hints in the book of Mr Darcy liking Elizabeth more and more that is visible in the book. Imma have to rewatch the movie to see how (if) they did that there, but I don't remember noticing it as visibly. In the movie, it felt a bit of a "ah so that's a thing now" while in the book, I noticed some more emphasis/mention of Darcy noticing her more and more, conversing with her, wanting to talk with her and meet her.

I died at the Rosings part when she told him of her daily walk route, assuming he'd want to avoid seeing her, but my man probably went "sweet!" And just came to see her ever since (not to mention, he might've assumed her telling him of her route was a subtle way of inviting him to come see her? Idk my man was down bad he probably took that bit of info and ran with it akfkskkw)

The little things like him moving his chair closer to her- I pretty much died.

Him wondering at whether she'd mind living at a long distance from her family- my man was practically already wondering at if they were wed, meanwhile Elizabeth is confused why he's talking to her akfkskfk

It just feels much more ahh developed? Or hinted at enough to make his feelings to her not come out of nowhere lol

And of course lets talk about the confession scene!! I combusted

I admit that I loved how they did it in the movie; I LOVED the setting (that location and that weather!! Ugh!) and the energy and the tension. Loved every bit. Not to mention how much I liked the actors and how they played the characters!

And yet, I absoloutly went nuts over how Austen did it in the book!! The tension and anger and energy all there, but it just felt more raw and visceral?? Idk how to put it. I just died and came back and died again reading and rereading that scene omg

It's getting to see the narrator mention Darcy taking her silence or lack of negative reply as encouragement to continue with his confession.

It's the earlier back and forths and their witty exchanges, which resulted in him believing them to be on the same page. Hence, the conversation about living at a far distance from her family, I take it he assumed she noticed his intention and he thought he was being rather too direct, which is why his mood changed and he pulled his chair back when he caught himself.

But ironically enough, him thinking they were on the same page and that he was being transparent with her, that she was able to see through him, all just goes to show on how different of a page they were.

It's honestly brilliant.

And that just makes the confession scene work so much better, at least for me.

Getting such a clear view of how he must have feelings for her, and how clear he thought he has been about them, and how he thinks she picked up on it, makes his confession and the tension of that scene work so well, because he really thought they were on the same page. He really expected it to go one way because of those assumptions he'd had.

And then it went so differently, and so horribly at that, that I can't help but claw at my wall aaaaaa it's so good

No wonder he got pale with rage lmao

Ohoh and when Elizabeth went "You are mistaken, Mr Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your decleration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner." And saw him start at this I DIED she went for the throat and honestly fuck yeah he needed that slap off the high horse

Even as am writing this I reread the scene for what could only be the tenth time already it's just so good aaaahhhh

(Also, I definitely understand that they probably changed the scene a bit in the movie for the sake of making it look more intresting, at least location wise; the outdoor setting and the spot it all takes place in is definitely a more visually intresting scenery to look at than a closed indoor room, and I think it does make the change of the scene work well in the movie! I still love the book version more but I totally see why and love the change was made in the movie adaptation)

Okay another point about the confession scene is how much I loved the irony in Darcy saying it must be because of how he worded his confession, in a way that slighted Elizabeth's pride because of how he mentioned her relations, that she's rejecting him, and yet he had framed his whole declaration on how it was against his better judgement that he came to like her, how he pointed it out the inferiority of her comings and family (and thereby, painting himself superior). That he's pointing out he must've hurt her pride when his whole talk stemmed from his own pride is such irony I love it

And bruh homeboi really expected her to go "whoa am so thankful you came to love me still!" ???? My man really thought she'd be flustered at him insulting her family and telling her he loves her in the same breath and he still had the audacity to pickachu-surprise-face at her own anger at his words akfksd

Okay enough of that scene, I still have a few kore things to talk about akfkjw

Next up is just how much Letters play a role in the story and even in the characters. Idk this is just a brainvomit of some of the notes I'd taken while reading, but the jest of it is the recurrence of characters sending letters as a narrative tool and, oftentimes, a way to paint certain aspects of the characters.

Elizabeth and Jane, while away from each other, both exhange letters regularly, and their correspondence is neat? I think is the word; they take the time to sit down and write to each other. When they recieve a letter, they also take the time to sit down and read it. Like when Elizabeth receives Jane's letter with the news of Lydia and Wickham, just as she and her uncle and aunt were about to leave to go on a walk, it is mentioned that instead her uncle and aunt set off to let her enjoy the letter at her own time. Just the use of the word enjoy speaks volumes to me at how Elizabeth regards these correspondences; a genuine sort of happiness and joy, and hence she likes to take the proper time to read them, and also the time to write them.

So when it says that Jane's first letter got missent somewhere due to her writing the adress remarkably ill, it's hard not to feel a shift or to know something bad must've happened. Because with how much care she usually puts into her letters, something must've caused her haste in writing the adress of that letter, so badly it was sent elswhere.

This broke a formula we kinda grew used to in those correspondences between Elizabeth and Jane, and managed to set a feeling of dread by simply taking something of that status quo and changing it. I just love it so much ugh

Darcy's letter(s) I feel like fall under a similar light; he obviously put a lot of care and time and thought into them. Gave them the time and length needed, given the importance of the content. They were very thorough and expansive, and touched on the important topics and discussed them sufficiently (lmao I feel like am giving him a critique analysis).

It shows enough of his character methinks.

Mr Collins letters, much like he himself is in person, often focus on the flattery. Of others (especially Lady Catherine) and of himself (cuz ironically, by how often he breaks his back complimenting others, he always traces it back to himself, to how he thinks of it, to how grateful he is of it, to how deserving he thinks it is, to how thoughtful he is with it). In person, it was hard to miss how much he cared for the rooms and their furniture and interior, and I chugged it to it symbolising how shallow he is and how much he cares about appearances, whether in the literal sense of the word or more like the esteem and regard others have of him. In his letters, he focuses so much on appearing thoughtful and grateful and thankful and concerned where needed, in a way you feel he's simply doing it in a "but no one could dislike me! I've been nothing but nice and thoughtful etc" way, you feel? Again, by focusing so much on such pleasantries, he seems only focused on coming across positively.

Also, all in all, he's the epitome of "talks a lot but says very little."

Lydia's letters are more or less hasty and careless; it's obvious she doesn't set aside any special time to write them (like her letters to her mom while she was away at Brighton including things like "oh Mrs Froster is calling me so I must haste" or something along the lines) and, much like her own conversations and interests, seem scattered and childish (which, yeah, she is a child. But you get the idea. She comes across as silly, wild and reckless, while also being somewhat shallow)

I just think it's a very neat way to show the personalities of the characters further using the letters as a tool.

Ahhh I think that's mostly it for now!! So many thoughts cuz am loving every bit of this akfksk

[patchworkgargoyle]

oc fic: your smile is my antidote

For @ockissweek Day 2: Rain. It's a little late, but hey, I don't mind if you don't!

Featuring Dominik: transmasc OMC, mine Keziah: nonbinary/GNC OC, @stobinesque Technically set in a Stranger Things modern!au created by @steves-strapcollection, and also mentions his OCs Vinny and Sam! (If you like ST, Steddie, and excellent writing, go read his stuff!!) Rating: T for language || Words: 1,485 || CW: none Title from Antidote - Orion Sun

“I cannot make speeches, by fact if I loved you less then I might be able to talk about it more.”

Dom snorted as he finished twisting the root of one of Kez’s locs, the musky sweetness of beeswax heavy in the air around them. “Why are the love confessions in these movies so fucking dramatic?”

Their hair slipped out of his hands as Kez turned to look at him flatly. “You are complaining about drama?” ze said, equally as flat, and Dom narrowed his eyes a smidge before putting his nose in the air.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kez scoffed, said, “Yeah. Okay,” and ran zir hands through zir finished locs, the few golden charms they’d woven in clicking together. It’d taken them both the whole rainy day and multiple movies to get zir hair done, and Dom wouldn’t complain about it one bit. He loved the excuse to spend the whole day with his best friend. They didn’t get to do it as often as they used to, when it was just the two of them against the world, practically living in each other’s pockets.

“I don’t know why I agreed to watch this with you anyway, I knew you’d complain throughout the whole thing even if you suggested it.”

“The guy looks like Vinny if you squint! And the costumes are gorgeous, I wanted inspiration.”

“You could do a moderately convincing Mr. Darcy act. Broody, anxious…” Dom shoved him half-heartedly, glaring, but Kez just smirked and shoved him back. “You know I know you’re lying, right?”

Dom huffed and reached for the black nail polish, looking for an excuse to avoid looking at them. “Yeah, well, you could keep that to yourself,” he mumbled.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. Because you complain every time something romantic happens in every period drama and romcom we ever watch.” Zir smirk widened when Dom’s cheeks went red, and he frowned at the bottle in his hand as he unscrewed the top and started painting his toenails.

“And what are you implying, Keziah?” he asked lightly.

“That you hate that you love this romantic shit. I’ve known forever, but all anyone has to do is look at how you are with Sam to know I’m right.”

“You love it too, just look at you and Vinny,” Dom shot back, failing to keep from sounding sulky. There was no way he could get away with denying it like he wanted to, Kez would throw it right back in his face.

Kez just raised an eyebrow at him. “At least I can admit that I love it. Meanwhile, Sam will do something nice and vaguely romantic for you and you act all grumpy until you think no one’s looking and you start making heart-eyes at him.”

He bristled. “Oh, fuck off.”

Laughing, Kez sank further into the couch, entirely too smug as they cozied up under the throw blanket they’d claimed for the night. Dom shot zir a venomous side-eye that they pointedly ignored, so Dom pouted down at his toes as he finished painting them.

The movie played on and they lapsed into comfortable, easy silence. Kez had the blanket drawn up so high that their face was only visible from the nose up. Dom had long finished with his nails by the time the final scene began, and had pulled his knees to his chest, letting his chin rest there, arms wrapped around them as he blandly watched the wedding play out. He wouldn’t say it out loud—there was no way he was going to give Kez that satisfaction—but it was cute, he supposed, especially when Knightly furtively wiped away a tear, and they shyly reached for each other’s hands. 

“Not a peep from you?” Kez teased, their voice muffled by the blanket. “Not even your patented ‘I Hate Marriage’ tirade?”

“M’not gonna give you another fucking excuse to roast me,” Dom said, earning a snort from them.

“I’m so happy to tell you that I will roast you until the day you die.”

Dom paused as he reached for the remote, giving her a sarcastic look. “Sounds like a wedding vow, Ziah, are you practising? Are we to be married on the morrow?”

“Can you imagine?” Kez cackled.

“I vow to be a massive pain in your ass for the rest of your days,” he declared, starting to grin.

Kez barked a laugh as they said, “I vow to affectionately call you out on your shit and also eat all of your snacks before you can, forever.”

“I vow to let you fuck me–”

“Excuse you, let me? You’re blessed every time I deign to fuck you.”

“Are you fucking complaining about my sincere, heart-felt vows? Rude—hey!” Dom toppled over, flopping onto the couch cushions, when Kez shoved him over with their foot. It took him so much by surprise he started laughing even as he immediately tried to retaliate and kick back. But Kez grabbed his legs and pinned them to the couch. He didn’t bother fighting back, he didn’t want to risk ruining his shitty pedicure.

Leaning on his trapped calves, Kez fixed him with a fond, exasperated expression. “You’re not a pain in the ass by the way. I mean,” ze corrected at Dom’s dubious look, “you are, but not all the time. Only eighty-nine percent of the time, and you’re worth it anyway because I love you, Nikki.”

Dom rolled his eyes out of habit, but a smile still pulled at his lips. “Love you too, Ziah,” he mumbled.

“You gotta say it louder than that at our wedding or else no one will believe you,” they said, poking him in the ribs hard enough to make him flinch.

“It’d be really funny if we did actually get fucking married,” he said, batting Kez’s hand away.

“It really would be.”

After a few seconds of silence, they glanced at each other. Dom could tell ze was thinking the same thing by the glint in zir eye. He almost couldn’t believe he was considering it, but.

Kez raised an eyebrow and tilted their head. “The party would be fun,” they said, and Dom hummed, agreeing.

“We’d throw a rager of a reception.”

“Just friends, so we don’t have to fuck with the guest list.”

Shifting so he could face Kez properly, he said, “And there’s no one else I’d ever consider getting married to, since you’re stuck with me for life.” He said it with a wry smirk, but he meant it anyway. Kez was the only person he knew, without a doubt, wasn’t going to leave. And fuck it, it’d be fun, and hilarious; a middle-finger to the idea of marriage that he, personally, enjoyed, and an excuse to get all their friends together for a big, crazy party.

They propped their chin on their hands and grinned triumphantly. “Awww, you do love me, you romantic,” they mocked, and Dom groaned, throwing his head back against the arm of the couch with a thud.

“Asshole.”

“You’re the one marrying me, moron.”

Dom opened his mouth, closed it, and then let out an almost disbelieving laugh. “We’re really fucking doing this?”

Kez laughed too, shrugging. “Why the hell not?”

“Well, alright,” Dom grunted as he sat up, “but we gotta do this shit properly.”

Scoffing, Kez slid off the couch and got down on one knee. Ne took Dom’s hand in nirs, gazing at him with an over-earnestness that almost made him laugh, and asked, “Mister Dominik Wood, would you marry me?”

Dom gasped loudly and splayed his hand over his chest. “Oh, Sir Keziah De Leon,” he said in a high-pitched and terrible British accent, “I would love nothing more!”

Kez bit back a laugh as they took one of the charms they decided to leave out this time, left in the trinket bowl on Dom’s coffee table, and squeezed it onto the tip of Dom’s left ring finger. He spread his fingers, assessing the new “ring” for a moment, before saying, “Hm. It doesn’t fit. Never mind, the engagement’s off.”

“Should’ve known you’d be a picky groom,” Kez snarked.

“Picky? I deserve–” He flung his hand out and the charm went flying, pinging off a wall and disappearing somewhere. “Ah, fuck, my ring.”

They both burst out into giggles, and even as Kez was bent over her knees, shoulders shaking, she wheezed out, “You—you owe me a n-new charm!”

“You owe me a new ring!”

“You’re the one who lost it, you dick!”

Kez’s bright laughter and genuine, delighted smile made Dom’s heart swell in his chest, bursting with love for his oldest friend, as cheesy as that sounded. He reached out, cupped their jaw, and kissed their forehead firmly. “I’ll find your fucking charm and cherish it forever,” he vowed.

“Good,” Kez said, pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips. “You better.”

[softlytowardthesun]

ollie akana fan club unite! but PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU!! HELLO I AM SEATED

thank you so much I’m so flattered 🥰🥰

honestly, the Pride and Prejudice connections are pretty half-baked. It’s more a writing choice that helps me put my ideas into words than a fully realized AU. (Plus Amelia’s got as much if not more Catherine Morland in her characterization than Elizabeth Bennet, but it’s been way too long since I last read Northanger Abbey for me to make anything coherent out of that.) Anyhow, here goes:

For our purposes, we’re going to roll Tarrick, Santaura, and the Garcia parents into the Mr. and Mrs. Bennet stand-ins

So it’s Regency England, and this husband and wife duo used to be an happy couple until all the social problems of the day weighed them down. She’s paranoid about securing good matches for their kids, and he’s just too exhausted with life to realize the stakes.

At the Netherfield Ball, golden child Izzy (the “Jane Bennet”) instantly hits it off with Fern (Bingley, natch). Mrs. Bennet is thrilled about a potential love-match with a rich and successful suitor, and Amelia rolls her eyes as rest of the Bennets make fools of themselves in their efforts to match-make

(given how often Fizzy focus eps are also “Javi does something dumb without realizing it” eps, he slides surprisingly well into the Mary/Kitty position. Though naturally, he can actually back up the musical skill Mary likes to think she has)

Also in Fern’s orbit is Ollie, who Amelia immediately butts heads with, seeing him as a pretentious crank (but she’s not completely wrong though). They keep running into each other at the social events, and no, he’s not at all impressed by her. Why do you ask?

Izzy and Fern get closer, until all of a sudden Fern vanishes to Oakdale. Already furious on Izzy’s behalf, Amelia only gets angrier when she learns Ollie had a hand in it, trying to protect Fern from this crazy family (he’s not wrong about the Bennets being insane, but Amelia’s not about to concede the point to the guy responsible for her sister’s heartbreak)

Then some lord shows up, and he reinforces everything Amelia already believes about Ollie being awful by telling them about their shared history.

So imagine her shock when out of absolutely nowhere, he makes the Bad Love Confession. She lets him have it, about his ego, his stubbornness, meddling with Izzy and Fern, and The Incident with the lord

Ollie is shocked that she knows about The Incident and retreats. He later delivers the Mr. Darcy Letter, explaining that while there’s more to The Incident than she’s been led to believe, she’s absolutely correct about his character flaws. He doesn’t want to upset her any further, but he’s going to do what he can to set things right.

to clear her head, Amelia visits Solon (filling the Aunt and Uncle Gardiner role as the token responsible adult). Ollie comes back into her life, and while things are awkward, they take up this second chance to get to know each other better, and they bond. But just as things are heating up, the lord swoops back into their lives and threatens the Bennet family

Amelia and Ollie have to work together, and they save the day by pairing the lord up with a bride worthy of him from Regency England Nibyro (sorry, no matter how hard I try I just can’t picture Rita Repulsa as Amelia’s bratty kid sister)

So Izzy and Fern are together again, Amelia and Ollie become a couple, and Santaura Bennet’s head does not explode. Fin.

obviously this is pretty undercooked. I have no idea where to put Zayto and Aiyon, or P&P essentials like Lady Catherine, Mr. Collins, or Georgiana. But others have done more with less in fanfic-land haha

[lovsagains]

samson's company was a well-received gift. billie hardly knew what to do with herself, despite attending these events for years. her cohort was different this year: the dionysia, which she'd only dreamed of being inducted to since her arrival at the school. it frightened her, truly, to be the only one she knew here. so it came as a great comfort to find samson among her peers ⎯⎯ if not a friendly face, then at least a familiar one. her lips tipped into a smile at his observation. "well, you are certainly no darcy," she said ⎯⎯ a compliment. mr. darcy had won the hearts of many, but he'd never been her cup of tea. "mr. knightley, maybe." she sipped from her glass of champagne, the taste unpleasant on her lips but keeping her busy, all the same. she brought the glass back down to her lap, thumb moving across the rim. "though, to be fair, i don't really know what i'm doing with myself, either," she confessed. she never had; she was prone to following what she was told to do, rather than thinking for herself. the kind of woman that jane austen would speak quite horribly of, she thought. she didn't answer his question about whether or not she was enjoying herself. she couldn't say that she was or wasn't. she just counted it a miracle if she made it through the night without drastically humiliating herself. "are you enjoying the night?"

 for: lovsagains

location: banquet hall 

 Samson was often amazed at Billie's perfect knowledge of Austen; a knowledge not merely confined to her fabled works, but penetrating all aspects of her life. He'd never had a head for what was logical, but fond instinct led him to books. Billie was a cicerone after the hearts of all at Daskalos -- she amazed you with smiling observations on all things, her handle gentle as she guided you to a lucid conclusion. It pleased her to aid others, a sentiment that beamed in her sable eyes and warmed her lips. "I think that you remind me of Elinor, or Jane -- but I do not think a supporting sister, would be correct for you. Elinor then, definitely. As for me? I don't know if I'm cut in the cloth of one of Austen's men." Through his exaggerations, Billie was cheerful -- but Samson did not feel he could easily describe her demeanour. There was something about her that was uncanny, in a manner that made her original; Billie held no common mastery of her passions.  Perhaps some would be simple enough to not notice her; but Samson looked at her, and saw a woman sweet-tempered, but enduring. Who amongst their number, could help but like her? "Are you enjoying the party? There's over two hundred grands worth of outfits here -- but I do I think anyone knows what to do with themselves? No." A chandelier was above them --- its crystals scattered brilliants across the room, painting the scene with a pale frost that made one think of winter; far from the closing state of summer they lived in. Samson focused on this display, owning the thunder of his heart -- he was at risk of displaying further tyrannical self contempt. The present was no occasion for such a shameless display, and Billie would regard him with only natural benevolence; Samson envied this in her greatly. "I'm probably Rochester, I think; I'm more a Byronic hero, then anything." 

[krnzysh]

PRIDE OF A SCRIBE !

SUMMARY You stood there, under the rain, soaking wet, and face to face with the same man whose pride you loathed with every fiber of your being. Yet how come he stood there, eyes so soft for you?

CHARACTER Al-Haitham x gn!reader

WARNINGS major spoilers for pride and prejudice (I used the same dialogue for the confession heaurhisauf)!, OOC alhaitham (I based him off of Mr. darcy’s personality cus why not), arguing, angst no comfort, gender neutral reader, just angst<3, oneshot only. lmk if I missed any!

WORD COUNT 1229 

PICTURE CRED Alhaitham's character demo

[💬] LOVE, AIKA I recently rewatched pride and prejudice heisdh and I wanted to write a little come home offering for Alhaitham so uhm yeah🧍 he just fits Mr. Darcy so well ahuehuehue (I actually have another idea for Mr. Bingley ehehsihd lmk if you want it hehehe)

Your idiocy is something you are not proud of. Now because of your decision, you stood there soaking wet, from head to toe.

It was a sunny morning, with no signs of a dark sky, or the feeling of cold droplets of water on your skin that fell from the heavens.

But here you were, running. Desperately seeking shelter from the harsh wind and the heavy downfall of the rain.

Moments before, you were just sitting in the House of Daena where you were reading on scrolls for your research. You were far too engrossed that you didn’t notice the abundance of scholars who left before the downcast of the rain.

As you think back, you make a mental note on making sure that you are more aware of your surroundings.

Exhaustion enveloped your body as soon as you leaned on the wall for support. ‘I need to get home’. Was the only thought that occupied your head.

But before you could stand once more, a certain figure caught your line of sight. 

As the figure grew larger and larger, and as a presence drew nearer, there the grand scribe of the Akademiya stood in all his glory.

He was the last person you wanted to see. Especially in this state of yours.

You wanted to avoid him as much as possible, “Alhaitham... What are you-”

“Y/n, please.” He cut your inquiry off, his voice bled and beseech you to listen to him, his eyes scanning you, earnestly trying to make you stay and hear him out.

Deciding to hear him out, you stood in silence, breaking eye contact with the scribe. What could he be thinking? 

Noticing your silent response, he took this as a sign to keep talking. Finally, tell you what he was keeping deep in his heart.

He began to speak, in a manner you most certainly never expected him in. His voice was filled with adoration and he spoke as if he cherished and loved you.

“Y/n, I have struggled in vain and I can no longer bear it.” He started, eyes locked on you. You saw how he badly wanted to hold you, yet he refrained from doing so.

You stare at him, awaiting his next words. Your ears perked and were ready to hear every last syllable that came from his mouth.

 “These past months have been a torment, I repeatedly came to the House of Daena to see you…” He admits. Alhaitham stopped for a moment before continuing. 

“I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.” He continued, albeit faster and his demeanor never faltered.

But you? You were confused. Oh so confused.

What was he saying? End his agony? You couldn’t understand. And with confusion in your eyes and in your voice, you questioned him;

“I don’t understand…” You didn’t understand. After he insulted your ranking and your position after he said all those words and after he asked you to end his agony.

‘Just what is this scribe pertaining to?’ You ask yourself

Sensing the confusion, Alhaitham, spoke, with more honesty and love.

“I love you.” He finally confessed, stopping for a second before continuing, “Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.”

The shock was painted all over your face. Eyes blew wide, mouth agape. Your head still hasn’t registered his words.

Alhaitham, the grand scribe of the Akademiya, the prideful man he is, confessed his feelings, to you…?

You had no feelings for the man, atleast that is what your mind wanted to believe.

Minutes felt like hours, the long cruciating silence that took over you both was silent enough that only the pitter-patter of the rain can be heard.

“Sir scribe, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.” You finally replied to him after what seemed like ages.

Alhaitham whose face never changed still maintained that poker face, replied to your statement. With a curt “Is that your reply?”

The cold and monotone voice spoke through the never-ending sploshes of water

He maintained eye contact with you as you answer his question.

“Yes, sir scribe.”

“Are you… are you laughing at me?”

“No.”

“Are you rejecting me?”

You so badly wanted to let out a scoff, he still couldn’t let his pride now, even at this moment. Can he?

“I'm sure that the feelings which, as you've told me have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.” You told him, blatantly rejecting him.

“Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?” He further inquired.

The irony. You thought that maybe he could’ve let his pride lower, even just for this moment. But no, he’s just that prideful, isn’t he?

“And I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment.”

“So this is your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt by my honesty…”

Looking him in the eye, your rage grew, more and more so. 

“My… pride?”

You questioned him, is this how he treats the person he cherishes and adores?

“...in admitting scruples about our relationship. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?”

Oh, he just added fuel to the raging fire that you desperately tried to tame.

You knew of your status, you were well aware you were not born into an influential family nor were you raised with so much money. But for him to insult you and rub it into your face? 

Hurt, you reply to him “And those are the words of THE GRAND SCRIBE.”  emphasizing his title.

“From the first moment, I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.”

No, you know it yourself, you don’t hate him, you don’t loathe him. You adore him. So much so that you just wanted to embrace him and make him yours.

But what he said just hurt you, so much. 

You both stood there, eyes filled with rage, but if you look closer, you can see how hurt you were.

Alhaitham wanted to hold you. He wanted to cherish you, to give you all the love that you deserve. But he had to mess up, maybe Kaveh was right.

You saw how he wanted to reach out to you, but he stopped himself.

You saw how he wanted to wipe your tears away and apologize, he wanted to comfort you.

“I… apologize for taking so much of your time. Please stay safe, Y/n” 

He finally spoke up, breaking eye contact with you. Turning around to leave.

He gave you one last glance before finally, leaving you and your thoughts alone.

Too much thought ran throughout your head, still not fully understanding the situation. Still in confusion.

But you had one question for yourself. Did you really, not love him?

© aiikalvr, 2023 — do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my works without prior permission and/or confirmation on any platform!

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

hi! i saw your mammon content and i swear i ran to ur profile to see if requests were open😅(ur mammon content is top tier🤌) Anyway! im like an absolute sucker for angst with comfort at the end, SOOOO i was wondering if i could request something where the reader is pinning for mammon, and tries to confess to him, but his brain went overdrive and went into full tsundere mode. he ends up hurting MCs feelings. then he feels bad and tries to make up for it. (sorry this is really long🥲) have a great day AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF <333

Of course! I’m glad you like my Mammon content and thanks for requesting. And don’t worry, it isn’t too long but sorry if this is a bit short. Hope you’re taking care of yourself too!

Mammon accidentally insults MC when they confess

Today was the day. You were going to confess to Mammon. You were GOING to confess. Even if the idea was terrifying. Worst come to worst, you figured you could just go back to the human realm if he rejected you. And sure, it wasn’t the greatest of backup plans but it would probably work. Hopefully.

“Hey, Mammon, could I talk to you about something?” You asked as the two of you walked home from RAD.

“Course.” He replied, wondering what you could be about to say that would make your tone that nervous.

This was the moment. This was the time. “Mammon, I - I really like you and I have for a while and I just - Mammon, would you go on a date with me?” You couldn’t meet his eyes as he spluttered. Maybe if you had, you would’ve seen his red face and the sheer joy in his eyes even as he schooled his face into a frown.

“Pfft, of course ya’d want to go out with the Great Mammon, human! Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll come with ya to eat, but it’s your treat, got that? And only cause I’m in such a good mood, otherwise I’d never go with ya. Ya can’t tell anyone that the Great Mammon agreed to go on a date with a weak little human.” That was quite possibly the most hurtful way anyone had ever agreed to go out with you. It was up there with Mr Darcy’s first proposal in Pride and Prejudice.

“You know what, Mammon?” You said, your vision growing blurry with tears. “I wouldn’t want to impede on your generosity so much. Forget I said anything.” And before he could correct himself, you’d sped off home.

He’d fucked it all up. Him and his big mouth, never thinking anything he said through. And now, he’d hurt you cause of it. He was an absolute idiot. His brothers were right. He was scum. He’d made you cry! Cry! He’d been so happy when you asked to go on a date with him, it’d felt like he was floating. But of course he’d managed to screw it all up.

You hardly talked to him at dinner. Or the next day. Or the next. He’d go into your room and you’d make a half hearted excuse about having to go see one of his brothers before leaving. He had to fix this.

You, on the other hand, were starting to think that you should’ve thought through your backup plan of fleeing to the human realm a bit more. You’d fooled yourself into thinking that Mammon actually liked you but apparently the tsundere act wasn’t really an act. You felt like an idiot. And of course he had to keep rubbing salt in the wound by turning up in your bedroom and walking with you to class even when you tried to shake him. And then, crows had started turning up at your windowsill. Constantly. They’d drop a shiny object, or even a whole wallet one time. As hurt as you were by Mammon, you couldn’t take it out on the crows. You accepted their gifts with a plastered on smile, gave them a head pat and some bird food, and then put the treasures in a shoebox.

It’d been almost a week. Why hadn’t you come to talk to him? His crows told him you’d taken the gifts. You’d even been giving them food! They loved food! They were even starting to bring you treasures of their own accord, instead of just at his behest. “Feathery little traitors.” He grumbled at one of them, after they’d given you a whole wallet. “You’re gonna make ‘em think it’s that guy you’re bringing them gifts from!” There was no other choice. He’d have to do this himself. He’d started leaving presents outside your door. Still no reply. This was killing him. He would have to talk to you. Properly. Hopefully he wouldn’t mess it up this time.

He went straight to your room. He’d been practicing what he was gonna say for an hour straight, there was no way he was going to mess it up. Also it’d been over a week since you’d last properly talked to him and he couldn’t take this any longer. It was downright cruel; he missed you. “MC!” He all but shouted, closing the door behind him. “I need to talk to ya. I’m sorry I was such an asshole when you confessed to me. I’d- I’d like to go on a date with you.” He could barely even bring himself to look at you, growing worried at the confused expression on your face. “‘N I get it if you don’t wanna go out with me anymore but please, please just talk to me again. I miss you MC. I like ya too. I like ya so much that I act like a total idiot around ya. And I’d get it if you hate me now but please, just give me another chance.”

He was caught off guard by a hug. “I’d still like to go on a date with you, Mammon.” Your voice, muffled against his chest but still strong, answered. Oh thank Father. Cause if there was one thing in life he didn’t want to mess up, it was this.

AN: I hope you liked this, angst to comfort isn’t really my specialty but I tried. Reminder to everyone that requests are open (I also have an event on) and comments are appreciated!

[dos-oroguitas]

angelita ii

You and Camilo had become friends, much to the chagrin of the citizens of Encanto. He loves you, but how would he go about telling you?

masterlist !! part 1 is here

It turns out you and Camilo had more things in common than you first thought. Despite the gentle reminders of Encanto's villagers had given you about the shapeshifter who would only create trouble for their dearest angelita, you had stuck by his side, getting him out of trouble with your sugar words and that bright smile of yours. You had slowly gotten to know just who Camilo Madrigal was.

The beautiful honey-lipped angelita was more than her beauty and her charm, he would say to you once he found out that you, like him with his love for theatre, loved reading. No one would mention it but it added more to your charm. Your focused frown as you read your book had your suitors sighing dreamily as they only watched from afar. You were educated and well-read and the grown-ups had also admired that, often placing a book in their children’s hands so they could be more like you.

Camilo was happy to be seen by your side though. It gave him bragging rights to the other village boys who attempted to get close to you and try to woo you.

Camilo Madrigal- 1, village boys- 0.

Though not everyone had taken the sight well. They would often advise you not to get too close to the trickster. They wouldn’t want their angelina to be caught up in the trouble that the curly haired boy brought along wherever he went. You would only smile and shake your head, using your sugary words to reassure them that Camilo wasn’t that troublesome and that he only played harmless pranks.

Of course they wouldn’t dare argue with you. They would quickly nod at that, agreeing with your words and letting you go on your way. “Understandable, angelita, have a good day.”

You were the shapeshifter’s keeper, always there to smooth out any troubles or at least de-escalate things and there was nothing that would stop you from doing so. In Camilo’s eyes, you really were an angel for keeping up with him as well as keeping him in line.

“Ay angelita, do you have any flaws?” He would tease you as he bumped his shoulders with yours playfully as you sat on the boy’s bed, having wound up back to Casita after helping everyone with their chores, your nose deep in a book entitled ‘Pride and Prejudice’, smiling bashfully at the iconic line that the main male lead, Mr. Darcy had professed his love. Camilo had noticed this, the way you bit your lip in excitement, the way your eyes brightened as you reread the confession, and the way you sighed deeply and dreamily as you hugged your book to your chest.

He grumbled. Was he getting jealous of Mr. Darcy? Maybe. What’s so good about a stuffy rich lord that got you all flustered? He was going to check that book out later. Scope out the competition in the pages of your book.

Even when he would playfully flirt with you, you didn’t act so.. so bashful and cute. So what did this fictional man have that he didn’t?

“(Name), my angelita, pay attention and answer me instead of Mr. What’s-his-Name in that stupid book of yours.” He would whine.

You rolled your eyes at your friend’s dramatics, sitting up, thinking over the question before you hummed.

“Many including actually being your friend.” You had huffed up at him and he let out a mock gasp, placing a hand on his chest. “You wound me, angelita. Why do you hurt me so?” And you giggle as you place your book down.

“You’re so dramatic, Camilo.” At that, the boy would smile, thriving in the attention you give him. “Only for you, my angelita. I wilt without your gaze. I feel like Isabela’s flowers, weak without the sunlight that is your smile. You got me helpless, my angelita.” He attempts to flirt once more. “I look into your eyes and the skies’ the limit.” He said and he had seemed so genuine when he uttered those words.

It brought a small amount of warmth on your cheeks but you shake your head. “You’re hopeless, Camilo.” You scrunch your nose up at the sunshine boy who had only smiled in response. Unbeknownst to you there was more truth to his words than teasing.

“Only for you, angelita.” He would reply again and you would snort at that. It was one of the many quirks and habits that he’s managed to memorize as the two of you became more and more close. When you were nervous, you would nibble on your bottom lip. When you laughed you had this little cute snort that resembled a piglet. Although some would probably be offended by the comparison, he would insist that you were the cutest piglet ever.

He would sigh longingly. He wouldn’t dare admit it but getting to know you had made him fall deeper than before but you were friends. And maybe that was all there is to it. He thought about it deeply even as the sun rose down and you turned to him with a smile as you bid him farewell.

“See you later, ‘Milo.” Your sweet smile momentarily brought him out of his stupor. He wanted to say something else though. He wanted to be by your side longer. His lower lip trembled and he swallowed thickly as he stood up as quickly as you had. Speak, tonto, he told himself. “Can I.. Can I walk you out?”

You blinked at the sudden request but would nod. “You're missing me already, lover boy?” You would tease as Camilo nodded swiftly. “Yeah.” You didn’t expect that answer and you felt your cheeks warm up at his response, not missing the longing in his eyes but you smiled, taking his hand in yours.

“I’ll miss you too but we still have tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the next day after that too.. We got the rest of our lives together.” You probably didn’t mean it to sound so.. romantic? If that’s the word. Camilo would look at you, wide eyes and his cheeks aflame and he would smile before nodding. Maybe there was hope after all? “I guess we do, my angelita.” He would reply.

He couldn’t help that lovesick lopsided grin on his lips even as the both of you descended down the stairs and he watched you walk out the door, taking his heart along with you.

If only..

Was there a chance?

He would linger on the doorway, even as your figure disappeared from view, leaning against it and tracing the wooden grain. What he would give to have you call him yours. To spend every waking second in each other’s company. And he sighed. Oh angelita, he thought to himself, trying to forget the smiles you would give him or the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy whenever you were near.

There was nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real. You never knew how your smile could make someone feel.

He closed the door, back against it as he slid down on it whilst placing a hand on the heart that didn’t cease to hammer even as you left. He swore his heart would suddenly halt whenever you smiled at him.

But he kept it all inside his head. What he saw, he left unsaid. And though he wanted to, he couldn’t talk to you. He couldn’t find the way, but he would always say.

He shut his eyes tightly, clenching onto his ruana as he stood and walked up the stairs once more, gazing up to see Abuelo's photograph staring right back at him.

“Ay, Abuelo, if I could tell her. Tell her everything I see..” He leaned against the staircase. “If I could tell her, how she’s everything to me.”

“But we’re a million worlds apart, And I don’t even know how I’d even start. If I could tell her..” He gazed at Abuelo's smiling face, pursing his lips. “What should I do, Abuelo?” The usually confident boy was more confused than anything. He knew he loved you more than a friend could ever do so but how could he tell you?

He was only Camilo Madrigal while you were (Name), the town’s angelita, admired, adored, and envied. And suddenly his gift seemed so little compared to yours.

Sorry I my spotify was set on the broadway playlist and I couldn’t help it. My dear angelita our sunshine boy is in love with you but cannot find the words to say it.

As always I hope you guys like it!

[multifandomwritings]

Star Wars | Maul having a crush on you would include (general relationship headcanons part 1)

(I started to include this in the Maul relationship headcanons request I got but wanted to split it up. This is kind of part one to that though. Hope you like it!)

- Maul would never want to admit that someone caught his eye, even to himself. If someone suggested as much he would actually sneer at the mere thought of such a thing

- ...Then would proceed to go on for a moment about all your redeeming qualities and how at least someone guessed you, of all people, and not anyone else (and then makes matters worse for himself by trailing off from talking and drifting into thought, just smirking to himself and being generally obvious)

- Stares at you a lot. Mostly because he has no idea what he's doing. He isn't familiar with such feelings (or at least, actually humoring them) so he'd just. Stare at you. Probably with a really intense gaze that would make you a nervous wreck as he tried to sort out what the heck he was feeling

- Would value your opinion a lot. But you'd be one of the few people to make him uneasy (not in a bad way). So anytime he'd go to dramatically monologue in front of everyone else about his schemes, he'd glance over to you just proudly smiling at him, and would completely lose his train of thought and temporarily clam up a bit (you'd also boost his ego a lot with stuff like that though lol)

- Obvious favoritism toward you. Everyone else has to roll their eyes (and/or laugh, but certainly not in front of him) because he'd be in a mood and then the second you came around he'd go from plain menacing to menacing smiles

- I'm sorry but he'd be such a mess around someone he was interested in. He would probably confuse you more than anything else as he wouldn't know whether to attempt to impress you or keep you at arm's length for fear of unfamiliar feelings

- Savage gets secondhand embarrassment (as if he would be any better) watching Maul's attempts at conversation with you. His usual eloquent, dramatic way of speaking would quickly wear off into clumsy, somewhat irritated sounding ramblings as he tried to find things for you to talk about (*nerves*)

- Makes up excuses to see you and interact with you. And then gets super nervous at said interactions. Any contact from you would always leave him kind of flustered, no matter how brief. You'd put him in a good mood but you'd also stir him up a lot

- You're also one of the few people that's allowed to casually touch him in passing. Anyone else would be glared at/have their hands swatted away if they tried to touch his arms/shoulders while talking to him, shake his hand, anything like that. He's even grumpy when someone has to help tend to any wounds and injuries. But if you touch him casually while talking, he'd instantly tense up, trying to pretend like he wasn't only really thinking about the feeling of your hand on him

- You would start to question why everyone else was so intimidated by him just based on how he treated you

- If you were patient he'd eventually admit how he felt, although it would take him a while (A very Mr. Darcy-esque confession, btw. He might offend you a little bit without even meaning to. But if you squint he'd actually be really sweet, in his own way. Pretty words and poetic compliments would be strewn throughout the awkward bluntness of the rest of his little speech)

- However if you were more outgoing and told him how you feel first, he'd be more relieved than he'd admit. And will also be working your words over in his mind for ages, smiling to himself when no one else is around