darcy's smile

Some 2005 p&p things that make me die:

- lizzie roasting darcy everytime they meet
- THE HAND TOUCH
- the whole room ceasing to exist when they dance
- “i love you… most ardently.”
- the whole rain scene and darcy’s EYES and how bad they wanna kiss omdmfmf
- the letter
- “i’m very fond of walking.”
“yes! yes, i know.”
-“my brother has told me so mUCH ABOUT YOU.”
- the one time darcy smiles and it’s sunshine
- when elizabeth is crying bc her sister ran off with a creep and darcy doesnt know what to do and u can tell he want to comfort her so bad tf
- darcy pining and being so awkward and not knowing what to do with his hands ever
- “you must know, SURELY YOU MUST KNOW, it was all for you.”
- YOUR HANDS ARE COLD
- everything else

favourite moments from Deborah Moggach’s Pride & Prejudice (2005) screenplay

Elizabeth jumps up onto a wall and crosses the moat by walking a wooden plank duck board, a reckless trick learnt in early childhood.

Jane, (the eldest, most beautiful and most charmingly naive of the girls)

Mr Bennet is trying to ignore Mrs Bennet.

A dazzling group enters the room: George Bingley, 25, a good hearted soul but prone to bumbling embarrassment when his enthusiasms get the better of him, his sister Caroline, 23, a victim of every latest fashion, counting herself superior to most company she encounters, and finally, Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy, 27, dashing, brooding with an introversion which could be misconstrued as hauteur.

Mr Bingley spots Jane Bennet. For a moment he forgets himself and openly looks at her.

A stiff bow from Darcy, Elizabeth smiles, Darcy does not.

Bingley can’t keep his eyes off Jane, but is frightfully at a loss in disguising his instant ardour.

He looks at Jane a little blush starts around his collar.

His sister steps in as the blush threatens to engulf his ears.

Later. Bingley politely dancing with Charlotte. As he does so, he catches sight of Jane dancing with somebody else. A look of pure longing, but he cannot dance every dance with her.

Darcy stands watching, a look of infinitely superior boredom on his fine features.

Darcy looks at Elizabeth with surprise. A glimmering of interest.

She gives him a dazzling smile. Darcy looks startled. He has no idea she heard him. He blushes.

It’s very formal, in fact frigid, compared to the volatile Bennet household. Darcy is reading the newspaper; Caroline Bingley is reading a letter.

Lydia deliberately drops her handkerchief. One of the soldiers stands on it. She is appalled.

Bingley beams bashfully. He can’t take his eyes off her.

Collins looks lasciviously into the room.

Elizabeth cannot believe her misfortune in Mr Collins, but she smiles politely.

The Bennet’s enter the first reception room, the girls, including Mrs Bennet, are all dressed in white. Mr Collins is slightly detained as people pass.

Mr Collins arrives, breathless. He smiles eagerly at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth’s face is a matey rictus.

Mr Collins starts making his way determinedly towards Darcy.

Darcy does not notice him so Collins raises his voice.

The Bennet’s are squeezed into their carriage. It is light outside. Only Mrs Bennet is awake but the lack of an audience does not stop her from talking.

Mrs Bennet moans - she is hungover.

Darcy walks into the room. Lizzie freezes. When he sees Lizzie he, too, falters, and recovers himself.

A stiff bow from Darcy, who looks at Mr Collins as if he’s something brought in by the dog.

Darcy watches Elizabeth, keenly.

Mr Darcy glances sharply - in fact, admiringly - at Lizzie.

Darcy flinches at her bad manners. He moves away to the piano where Lizzie is playing - not that terribly well, it must be said.

Lizzie turns away from him and carries on playing. Darcy gazes at the curve of her neck.

Darcy sits down.

The sound of the front door, and voices. Darcy jumps up.

Sunday service is over and worshippers are leaving the “ church. Mr Collins, in his vestments, obeises himself to Lady Catherine, who is sweeping out with her miserable- looking daughter and downtrodden governess.

Darcy stops and gazes at her. He is in turmoil. Elizabeth glares at him, in a blaze of fury and misery.

Elizabeth has never felt more alone in the company of her sister.

They stop. He gazes at her with great emotion.

Elizabeth looks through the window at Darcy, her heart leaps to her mouth.

Elizabeth glances at Darcy. His face is strained. Mrs Bennet is all smiles for Bingley. She ignores Darcy.

Elizabeth walks out into the open countryside. The mists are starting to evaporate. From out of the mist in the distance a figure emerges. Her heart misses a beat. She is alone, vulnerable. Then she sees it is Darcy.

8

In the gallery there were many family portraits, but they could have little to fix the attention of a stranger. Elizabeth walked on in quest of the only face whose features would be known to her. At last it arrested her – and she beheld a striking resemblance of Mr. Darcy, with such a smile over the face as she remembered to have sometimes seen, when he looked at her. She stood several minutes before the picture in earnest contemplation, and returned to it again before they quitted the gallery. Mrs. Reynolds informed them that it had been taken in his father’s life time. (Pride & Prejudice, Chapter I of Volume III)

Steve Rogers and the 22 Push-up Challenge

Because of the video and gif sets of you know who doing pushups.  Totally un-edited and rapidly written.    What’s a super hero to do when he needs to do 22 pushup videos in 22 days?  Call in The Fixer.  Darcy Lewis.  Pairings: Darcy/Steve, background Bucky/Nat, Jane/Thor and Helen/Sam



Steve Rogers and the 22 Push-Up Challenge

“Do you understand what you’ve done?”

Natasha’s question was warranted.  Steve had just done a video on his official twitter of 22 pushups  He’d have to post another video a day of him doing 22 pushups.  And he’d made the foolish mistake of challenging two friends to do the same.  

Sam Wilson.

And Thor.

Motherfucking Thor.

Natasha’s phone dinged with an alert and she held it up without even looking at it and Sam’s response video began to play.

He was in a sleeveless muscle shirt and despite the fact that the weather had suddenly turned cool and autumnal, he was sweating far more than seemed normal.  Almost like he had been sprayed down with something before he hit record.  He heard feminine giggling in the background of the video and knew that Helen was in the background.  

“Take that Cap!  Here’s my challenge to you and Big Thunder.  Whoever gets the most likes and retweets on these videos is the Pushup King and gets to pick the other’s Halloween costumes.  Boom.  I just did that.  WILSON OUT.

“Shit,” Steve huffed out in annoyance.

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And then Darcy gets so vulnerable it makes me want to hug him. “I have not the talent which some people possess of conversing easily with those I have never seen before” and I honestly think Lizzie’s reply about how she needs more practice on the piano is very tactful and gracious. And Darcy SMILES at her and says how right she is. Just please get married already.

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January 8 - “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” Steve/Darcy for @glynnisi

“So,” Darcy dropped into a chair, propped her elbows on the kitchen table, put her chin in her hands and looked with interest at the man who was already sitting down, quietly eating a gigantic bowl of granola. “You’re Cap, huh?”

He blinked long lashes over blue eyes before swallowing and nodding. “Um… Miss Lewis?”

“Uff, no, Miss Lewis is my Great-Aunt Patricia. Call me Darcy.” She smiled widely at him. “Incidentally, Great-Aunt Patricia was one of the USO showgirls who toured with you in Europe, if you remember her.”

Patsy Lewis?” Steve blinked, shocked.

“You do remember her!” Darcy looked delighted.

“Well, for me it was only a couple of years ago. You… look kind of like her, actually.” Steve diplomatically didn’t say that Darcy had already demonstrated herself to be about thirty times as friendly and approachable as her relative. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised to hear that Patsy Lewis had never married.

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say!” Having seen photos of Patsy in her USO show gear and knowing what a beauty her great-aunt had been her youth, Darcy preened a little.

“Except that I think you’re probably quite a lot prettier,” Steve added, a little knocked sideways by her smile.

“Oh,” utterly charmed and delighted, Darcy gazed at him and blurted out “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.”

“I could… wait, what?”

“In love! I think I could fall madly in love with you!” Darcy’s cheeks flamed.

To her utter surprise, Steve grinned, a little wickedly. “We could start with the other one, if you like.”

Her jaw dropped. Steve started to laugh at her utterly flabbergasted expression. “Kidding! Just kidding. Nat keeps telling me that I have to loosen up, make more jokes. Was that a good one?”

“It was definitely not something I expected you to say, that’s for sure!” Darcy started to giggle too. “Yep. Yep, you got me.”

Steve smiled back at her, and then said, very much more shyly “I think maybe just a date would be a good start?”

“A date.” Darcy stared at him blankly. “Wait. Are you… asking me on a date?”

“If you’d like to,” he looked down, not meeting her eyes, fiddled with his cereal spoon. “You could tell me all about what Patsy Lewis did with her life after the war. Or… you could tell me all about you.” His blue eyes flickered up to meet hers briefly, and it was his turn to blush. “I’d like that better, to be honest.”

“A date. Captain America just asked me on a date,” Darcy said incredulously.

“Steve. Please call me Steve.”

“Jane!” Darcy scrambled off her chair and rushed for the door, leaning out to yell down the corridor. “Captain America just asked me on a date!

“Did you say yes?” came a faint response from the distance.

“Yes?” Darcy turned back to Steve with a smile. He smiled back at her. “Yes, I did!” she yelled along the corridor again.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” came the response.

“Well,” Darcy snickered, “that leaves me lots of wiggle room.”

Steve blushed again.

For @whyndancer I know you’re having a rough time at the moment so I hope this little Tasertricks drabble-y thing makes you smile.


Jane caught the wide grin on Thor’s face and turned to see what he was smiling at. Across the lab Darcy crept on silent feet to stand behind Loki who was seated at his desk combing through old books he’d brought from Asgard. She had a pitcher of cold water in her hands. Her intent was glaringly obvious. Jane sighed softly and opened her mouth to shout a warning. The last thing she wanted was another childish prank war in her lab. Thor’s hand on her arm stopped her.

“Leave them be,” he whispered.

“But Thor, water? Lab equipment!” She returned in hushed tones.

“This is a but a game, my love. Darcy clearly wants Loki’s attention and he knows she is there. They have been dancing around each other for weeks now.”

Huh? Jane stepped closer to Thor and realized he wasn’t just amused at the antics between his brother and her lab assistant. He was actually rooting for them.

How did she miss that?

Thor stood just as a high shriek pierced the air. Jane had just enough time to see Darcy, soaking wet, being tugged onto Loki’s lap, as he laughed. A genuine laugh, too!

“Come, love, I think it prudent to take a break now,” Thor said as he gently tugged Jane towards the door.

“But my work,” she started to say until she took a quick glance over her shoulder.

Darcy was currently wrapped around Loki, her face carefully cradled between his gentle hands. Jane had no way of knowing what he said to her in that moment, but the soft look in his eyes, and Darcy’s shy smile made her think that Thor was right.

Perhaps Loki and Darcy were a thing after all.