darcy sings

john crooning real quiet in sherlock’s ear, slow dancing, swaying to the music, holding him close as they sway in the sitting room, in the dark except for the light from the fire, curtains thrown open to let all the lights of london in like the light of a thousand neon stars, warm and soft and floating in the foreverness of it all, no one else in the whole wide world

Splash Days

A/N: This is how I imagine the place they visited. 

You loved days out with your family. So, with Harry home, a irritable four year old (who had coincidentally been bugging her mummy for a day out) and you wanting to be with your family, you woke Harry up and decided to go to a small children’s splash park.

Harry nuzzled into your neck as you spoke. “Mmm, love teh. But five minutes.” He moaned. “No, Harry lets get up now, c’mon, let’s wake Darce up!” You smiled nuzzling into Harry. “Just wanna cuddle yeh for a bit” He smiles. You smile back at your gorgeous boyfriend. “Harry! C’mon, let’s go!” You smiled pushing him off earning a groan.

Harry’s hand gripped the wheel as he cruised along the road. Two Ghosts playing and Darcy singing along with a smile upon her lips. Harry smiled as he sings a slight high note. “Daddy! Again! Again!” Darcy screams as the song comes to the end. “Darce, not again” you giggle. Harry puts on ‘Happily’ by One Direction. They’re both dancing and singing along in the car and you couldn’t be happier to call them your family.

Upon arriving at the Splash park you were holding Darcy’s hand and she was jumping erratically. “Calm down Darce” Harry laughed. “Two adults and a child please” Harry smiles handing her a tenner. We were buzzed through the gates and before you could stop her, Darcy  ran into the tiny pool that would just come up to her belly. Harry smiled and wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer keeping an close eye on your daughter. You found some sunbeds beside the small depthed pool. Harry took off his top and laid down look absolutely gorgeous in his yellow shorts and his tattoos on show. Definitely the hottest Dad you’d ever seen. Harry offered you a smile and you returned. “Why don’t yeh take yeh top off so yeh in somethin’ cooler?” Harry asked. After your pregnancy you felt really uncomofortable in your own skin. You had been reassured by Harry multiple times. “Luv, everyone here has been through this and they understand, them marks are from our beautiful baby girl, okay?” Harry smiled. You smiled and nodded. You plucked up a bit of courage and took off your top showing your stretch marks but Harry couldn’t be more in love with you and your body.

“Daddy! Look at this!” Darcy smiled holding up a bucket and spade she had found. “Thats cool sweets, shall Daddy get in with you?” Harry asks with a welcoming smile. But before she could even answer he was already on his feet walking towards his curly haired offspring. Darcy beamed as her Daddy approached her making your heart melt with love. Harry sat on one of the podiums whilst Darcy handed him the bucket. Harry filled the bucket and whilst Darcy had turned her back to Harry to shout at you to come in, he poured the cold water down her back. Darcy turned around and in a four year old hump, hit Harry. “Oi! Munchakin!” Harry acted to be mad. He stood up and began walking towards Darcy making her run to you. She climbed upon your lap and cuddled softly inside. You wrapped your arms around her and laughed as Harry walked closer. “Daddy no!” She laughed. You shielded her away but Harry tickled your side making your daughter easier to catch. “Mummy!” She giggled as Harry bundled her up in his arms. “You’re all mine.” He said as he nuzzled him self into her tummy. “Daddy!!” She giggled.

After their little play fight had ended, Darcy was quite happy building sandcastles in the sand pit with Harry whilst you leisurely read your book. Feeling quite thirsty you took out your purse and ask Harry what he wanted to drink before heading over to the Cafe.

“Can I have one cappuccino, a still water and a blackcurrant fruit shoot please.” You smiled. The lady got your drinks and began making your cappuccino. Then, one of the other girls inside the Cafe spoke up. “Have you seen that guy in the yellow shorts. Jesus he’s gorgeous! He’s so sweet with his little girl too!” The woman smiled. You clearly wasn’t seen with your daughter and husband whilst in the sandpit. “Yes! Oh my god, doesn’t he just have the hottest tattoos.” One other spoke, you though of all the nights you traced them and now memorise them. “He’s such a Dilf!” The other spoke. “There’s your cappuccino my love, careful the lids quite flimsy.” The server said. You smiled and took your cappuccino. As you walked back to your sunbeds you passed Darcy her fruit shoot and Harry his water but not before placing a kiss on his wet pink lips. He smiled as you walked away from your peck and sat down with your drink.

“Everyone we are about to do our party dances in the pool so if we could have all the boys and girls inside the pool helping our girls!” The manager said through the tannoy. Harry grabbed Darcy up and helped her walk towards the pool before they both started joining in with ‘Chocolate’. You picked up Harry’s phone as it was closer to you and got in the pool with everyone. You began to take photos of Harry and Darcy admiring their love for each other. Harry honestly was the best Dad and with that you could never fault him. “Look! Smile at Mummy!” Harry smiled. Darcy turned and gave you a big cheesy grin and Harry did too. Your heart burst with the love you had for two people. How could you be so lucky?

Things had switched around and now you were having some Mummy time with Darcy, you’d played chase around the pool, built multiple sandcastles that she proceed to knock down finding it hilarious. But with the pool being Darcy’s favourite you had relocated back there. “Babe! C’mon, picture for Daddy!” Harry smiled. You picked Darcy up and pressed a kiss to her lips. “My beautiful ladies.” Harry smiled.

You were all having some lunch when a elderly woman came over and began speaking. “My love, can I just say what a beautiful family you have. Especially your husband here, he’s quite the hunk!” She smiled. Harry always seemed to attract elderly woman, but you loved seeing Harry blush. “Well, I’m most definitely the best looking here” Harry said obviously vainly to tease his daughter. “Not with this little sunshine.” The woman said smiling at Darcy. “Of course not” Harry smiled.

After a long day, it blipped up upon your screen that Harry had posted a photo on Instagram. There was a picture of you both labelled: ‘harrystyles: My world.’

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Request 16- Babysitting
I placed the phone back in my pocket as I skipped down the hall towards the kitchen where I left Dan.
“You’re happy, what’s happened?” He joked in response to the bright smile on my face. I told him about agreeing to babysit Darcy while Louise was at a meeting and his face dropped.

“Come on Daaaan, it’ll be fun!” I whined, he knew how much I loved Darcy so I didn’t see what his issue was.

I opened the door to see a small, giggling bundle of joy and Louise infront of me. Crouching down to her size, I smiled and pinched Darcy’s nose. The two of us giggled some more before she went running up to Dan. Louise and I followed, talking about how excited Darcy was.

“Okay so you know what needs to be done and how to look after her. I’ll be back at around 5” Louise smiled before walking down the stairs to the door “be good for y/n and Dan” she told Darcy before leaving.

Dan had gone to get changed into his sweats while I sat with Darcy watching  ‘The lion guard’. The six foot man came back into the room to see the two of us giggling at him and Phil who had voice overs in the episode we were watching.

I lifted Darcy onto my lap and glanced up at Dan to see him looking down at the two of us, smiling from ear to ear. He hadn’t bothered straightening his hair so his small hobbit curls remained.

I leaned forward to whisper something to Darcy, suspicion flooding Dans face. Her blue eyes lit up as she screamed at the top of her voice.
“Do you want Dan to help us?” I asked, Dan still completely confused.

Before I knew it, Darcy was tugging at Dans leg for him to crouch down to her height.
“Daaaan” she began, her hands tangled in his hair “do you want to bake cookies with us?” She finished with a small giggle.

The three of us made our way to the kitchen where I kept my recipe books. Darcy made her way over the the one named ‘cookies and cakes’ and began turning the pages. As she looked through the book I bought her soft blonde hair into a small bun ontop of her head. I looked up to Dan as I did the same with my hair. He smiled back at me before wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on mine; both of us looking over at Darcy who was still searching for her favourite recipe.

Dan read out the ingredients as Darcy and I weighed and stirred. After 30 minutes of complete giggling we had the cookies in the oven for another 10 minutes. I beckoned Darcy over to me while Dan was putting things away; the bag of flour in my hand. My index finger went to my lip to shush her as I walked behind Dan. My hand, full of flour, went to his hair and released the flour over his head. Darcy started giggling as Dan turned to look at us.  I joined Darcy’s giggling as Dan realised what I had done.

Before I had any concept of what was happening the oven was beeping, notifying us of the cookies. I bought them out of the oven and turned it off. Turning around I saw three of us where covered in flour; Dan had most of it in his hair.

“Now the cookies are done, I think the three of us need to go clean up” I said in a slightly strict manner. Dan agreed and began walking towards the bathroom. “And you missus” I smiled at Darcy who was sulking at me. “Listen, Mommy’s going to be mad of she comes to pick you up and you’re covered in flour” I smiled.

We reached the bathroom where I began to wipe the flour off Darcy and he clothes. Dan stood in the door way; ever time I looked up at him he was smiling down at me.

When the flour was finally gone we made our way to the bedroom where I got Darcy’s spare clothes from my draw. No one else knew about the clothes I bought for her so both of them stood with different expressions on their faces.

Soon all three of us where sat on the sofa watching Disney movies. Dan sat in his usual corner while I cuddled up to him. Darcy sat in the small gap between our legs, singing to every disney song that played. Every now and then I felt Dan leave a kiss on the top of my head, causing my smile to widen.

I looked up to him and we joined lips in a small kiss while Darcy coninued singing.
“I love you” he whispered as I leaned back into him.

sometimes when Sherlock is in the mind palace too long John sings cheesy 70s and 80s love songs to him until he notices. John crooning Baby I Love Your Way and Wonderful Tonight and whatever else he can think of until Sherlock is laying on the sofa with a funny look on his face because he’s trying not to smile and give himself away but he can’t help it, and then John goes over and sits by Sherlock’s hip and whisper-sings the rest of the chorus to him, I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you’re in the world, before leaning in and kissing him, gently and slowly but deeply, and Sherlock wraps his arms around John’s neck and kisses him back.

Off Tune
  • Darcy: *singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall*
  • Tony: Smurf, what did you do to piss her off this time?
  • Loki: *gets drowned out by Darcy's singing*
  • Tony: What?
  • Loki: I said, her parents caught us in the shower and asked when the baby's coming.
  • Tony: What did you say?
  • Loki: Nothing. I transported out of there.
Courage and Kindness: Part 4

PARING: au reader x bucky barnes 

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

WARNINGS: mentions of death and grief. 

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Part 3

GIF NOT MINE!

Originally posted by place-of-torment

The next morning you decided to gather the eggs from the chicken coop, a sigh of peace between you and Natasha. Stepping out into the morning sunshine you hummed a lullaby one of many your mother use to sing to you.

“Sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet night…” You stepped lightly across the courtyard

“Morning Miss (Y/N)”

“Good Morning Hank” you greeted the old man, he cared for the gardens of the farm. He had a slight obsession towards small creature, especially insects. No matter how creepy Clint thought it was, you found it endearing.

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anonymous asked:

Funny question: What would be Harry's reaction if he heard cute little Darcy sing a very mature song; Lollipop by Lil Wayne. What would he say?😂luv u so much, kisses from Uruguay.

I feel like he’d absolutely die laughing. He’d be in the middle of scolding her like, “No, no, lovey, that’s naughty,” and just lose it laughing. Although, I don’t know where she would have heard it! I think it’d be a little more likely that she’d hear one of Harry’s songs and sing one of them! Like, ‘Kiwi’ or something. xx.

Avengers AU in which on the 4th of July, Tony throws a BBQ and invites everyone. Fury suggests they sing the Star Spangled banner: Fury, Pepper, Rhodey, Coulson and Steve all sing it perfectly. Tony falls about laughing when, not knowing the words, Thor sings a Nordic drinking chant, Natasha sings the Soviet National Anthem, and Darcy just sings the Team America: World Police theme.

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The Storm Hunters

A Mad Max: Fury Road Crossover.

Growing up in the wasteland, Darcy had spend all her life dreaming of rain. She remembered the days when her mother had tugged her in, telling stories of men dancing in the rain, singing lovesongs to their one true love.

There was too much sand in her throat these days to sing anymore, and Darcy had stopped believing in the concept of love the day the world took her mother from her, but there was one thing Darcy had not quite been able to stop believing in: rain. Because stopping to believe in the possibility of the rain returning meant stopping to believe in the possibility of surving. And that was something that no one could take from her.

That’s something that Jane and her had firmly shared from the beginning of this, when Darcy had first met her. They bothed hoped.

There had just been something that they had acknowledged in each other from the first time their eyes met. Jane had once explained it to the guy that they had picked up along the road with his dog, Clint, that both of them were people who took every blow that this world had dealt them so far, and had still gotten up again.

If anything, Darcy would have said that it was the fact that both of them were lost souls. By the new rules of this world, both of them had started out as prey. No car, no bike, no nothing.

Jane had grown up in a former military base, but after her father’s research had turned out to be failure, him and Jane had had to leave, and had been stranded on the road.

Darcy… Darcy had spend most of her life as a normad with her family, going from one town to another, doing what they could. But her mum had become sick, and in this world, you earned your medicine. Darcy’s mum was a good woman, but being good, being truthful, being kind… that wasn’t the thing that paid off anymore. They hadn’t been able to earn the medicine, and Darcy had spent weeks watching her mother waisting away.

But to her dying breath, Deborah Lewis had believed in the one thing. That one day, the sky would open, and the rain would return to this world, just like in that children’s song she had used to sing Darcy to sleep with.

For most of her life, it had just been that - a song. And then Darcy had met Jane, in the desert, both trying to figure out a way to survive. Jane, who had grown up knowing the sky, the stars and all things out there better than the parts of a car.

When they had met, Darcy hadn’t known this. They had just been stuck in the same place, by coincidence. They had bothed been ‘collected’ off the road, and had been brought to a workers colony. Not that either of them had had any intention of remaining captives.

Darcy had been in the process of putting together a plan to steal a van and escape, actually, when they first really met. It had taken her weeks to figure out how to do it when she had become careless, and Jane had seen her stealing the keys. Jane had figured that she could either help her or stop her. Jane had opted for helping her, under the condition that she could come with her. If anything, Darcy had actually been relieved. Being alone was not something she liked. There was only so much you could talk about with yourself.

During their first night on the road - on the run - Darcy had started to sing the song her mother used to sing her, so she would keep awake and keep driving. Jane had offered up the tiny bit of information, that actually, did darcy know that this song was based on a legend? And that this legend was based on science? Because her father used to work on that. Her father was sure that this song was an instruction on how to ‘open the sky’. On how to bring back Thor, the deity of thunder and rain and fertility, so he could revitalize earth.

Darcy did not. But she figured that her mother might have known. Her grandmother had once been a history teacher, and had taught her mother everything she knew. Mythology had always been her mothers favourite part of history, though she had never been able to get darcy to share in her enthusiasm. Darcy had been more into … well, cars, and all things mechanical and electric, to be frank. Real things.

But to her mother those legends had been just as real. So, yeah. If her mother knew the song, she probably had know the legend. Darcy knew for a fact that her mother had been sure that the sky would open again. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

And in her tired, half-asleep frame of mind, Jane had offered up that she was sure herself that it could be done. Her father had had it almost figured out, but he never got to finish it.

Because there had been one component lacking to the whole thing, that was integral, and he had waited for it in vain. And that thing, as Jane explained, had been a storm, with lightnings, but where the mility base had been, there had never been any storm of that kind in all the years that Jane lived there. There had been sandstorms, but that was that. She wasn’t even sure if such storms existed anymore.

Looking back, Darcy couldn’t figure out how, for the life of her, this conversation about a children’s song had turned into something fundamentally different. Because she remembered the moment that it had hit her. How she had held her breath, and looked at Jane. “Where I grew up, there were some. If you had such a storm, do you think…. would you be able to recreate, what your father did?”

And that was it. That had been the night that Darcy and Jane became friends. And that’s the night they became Storm Hunters.

Their journey only started out that night, and there would be several people that they would met along the way, that would join their gang. But this night, driving and singing under the stars - this was the night that they kept remembering, when even they swayed in their believe for hope.

Because this had been too much of a coincidence to be just a random encounter down the highways of their life. This, this meant something. Maybe someone had been watching them all their lifes, and fated them to meet each other. And maybe, just maybe, they were fated to bring it back. To bring back the rain to this world.