MISS JONES.

' you seem to go out of your way to make me feel like a complete idiot and you really needn't bother. i already feel like an idiot most of the time anyway. ' bridget jones written by roman.

[darcymark]

“You don’t mean that”

HARSH WORDS // SEND “You don’t mean that” FOR ME TO PICK ONE FOR MY MUSE TO SAY TO YOURS

         ‘ oh, yes. there’s no doubt that you’re an APPALLINGLY bad public speaker, your word filter seems almost NON-EXISTENT in most cases and your friends––well, they’re quite the characters. and you’re extremely PRONE to self humiliation and somehow everyone around you make fun of you including your own mother, ’ 

      & he could go on ( although that’s far from his original intention ) . and while others laughed and pointed out her flaws , pointed out how he could do better than that BRIDGET JONES, he knew how wrong they were ; their mistake. it’s not him who could do better. it was never him. it’s her. before bridget, work was his only passion. he was a man in monochromatic society where no matter what he did, he never could escape the same flat life. and it was bridget – with her peculiarity – that added colours to his world. 

        ‘ but i love you very much. your honesty, naïveté, they way you DON’T fold your underpants & how you always manage to make MY LIFE less dull every day. every little tidbits that make you you. i love you very much, bridget. just as you are. ’

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Imagine Your OTP

Tol: is that my shirt

Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: ... no

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alexstewartts:

but she won’t be you, you know?

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jagknoir :

friend: i just thought of a new AU—

me:

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insp for quitepervy

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MARK DARCY.

     he’s hesitant –– it’s not the FIRST & neither will it be the last he’ll ruin another dinner. the ring seem to have become part of their routine : meet, prepare food, off goes the phone, cancel dinner for the night. he pretends for a few seconds nothing is wrong but it’s obvious in his expression and bridget knows him already too well to let him ignore the call. his fingers fiddles around the keypad – lingering around the power button.  

                   ‘ no, i made a promise last time. no work when i’m with you. no answering the phone or going over notes. work can wait. ’ he knows everything will be over once he answers, it’s obvious to what would happen : he’d leave the room to take the call from work, his work will demand him to be in his office and–despite much regret and objection–he’d apologise to bridget, make another ( empty ) promise for another day and return to his office. repeat cycle.

       she can’t force herself to look at him, her gaze locked on the food in front of her to say anything. the dynamic between them has completely changed and bridget can’t help but completely YEARN for what they used to have before the work. of course she knew that before her, work was practically all he had and she respected it. mark deserved to pursue his passions with someone who understood how hard he worked for it and bridget was that person. she knew what she was going to get into the minute it happened - a workaholic she’d have to remind to breathe more often than not. she just didn’t expect it to be this hard. fights were now common among them and she was fearful for the worst and she was sure it showed.

       ‘ don’t be ridiculous mark. you don’t need my permission to answer or to do your work. i get it. besides, we both know you wouldn’t be in the moment anyway if you didn’t know what was going on in your work. call them back and we’ll go from there. it’s fine. honestly. ’

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darcymark

[princesscharlottes]

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when u dont know what netflix is but u still wanna chill

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MARK DARCY

            there are three clear facts prior to the incident: 1 ) he knew she was rapidly making her way towards him 2 ) she obviously wasn’t paying any attention to her surrounding enough that she didn’t see him coming 3 ) he had absolutely no intention of lending her a way. thus the bump, the dropped textbooks, the cluttered with notes, followed by an apology. he nods, legs bending down to undo the mess. while her face is obscured from his view, distress is evident in her tone and behaviour – and he has a hunch that cleaver might be involved; he’d seen the two quite often at the great hall and in the hallways between classes during the first couple of months. cleaver also seemed to have a knack for leaving his latest romance in tears.

                 ’ cleaver, is it? i’d stay away from him if I were you ’

     she’s almost stunned to silence at what comes out of him. part of her expected him to know ( most of the school already seemed to anyway and her embarrassing herself in a big enough scale that the entire school knew was just another bridget jones classic ) through no fault of his own, but there was a stronger part of her that hoped his pompous stick-up-his-ass demeanor kept him away from idle gossiping. anger soon manages to bubble through her as they continue gaping at each other. mark may be older than her by a good number of years but that didn’t mean he was smarter than her. bridget was smart in her own way. not in the practically perfect in every way way mark and her brother were, but still reasonably smart. she wasn’t a little kid anymore. far from it, in fact. she was practically an adult. ‘ not that it’s any of your business mark, ‘ the hufflepuff begins, attempting to make her annoyance rather evident to him. ‘ but i am staying away from him. i ended it, actually. so thanks for your concern but you really needn’t bother. now if you have nothing else to say to me, it was real lovely talking to you. ’

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    all but crashing into another body is what causes the hufflepuff to almost jump out of her skin, having no one but herself to blame for not paying attention to her surroundings. bridget knew that eventually, there’d be a new topic surrounding the castle that would occupy the mind of the witches and wizards that resided there. even knowing that didn’t stop the embarrassment she felt after her ( very public ) ordeal with daniel cleaver. she’d been so stupid to genuinely believe that he had any intention in making whatever he had with her serious. of c o u r s e there were better witches (  thinner. prettier, more experienced ) he’d want — why settle for her? silly little bridget. ‘ mark ’ she greets, feigning a smile at the familiar face. she didn’t know much about the darcy boy aside from the obvious. they only interacted on the train to and from hogwarts, their parents all but pushing them towards each other bridget’s first hogwarts visit. ‘ i didn’t see you there. sorry. ’

[poshvoiice]

      ❛ STOP forming romantic attachments to any of the following:         alcoholics, workaholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics,         peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or         perverts. Will especially stop fantasizing about a particular         person who embodies ALL these things.

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       she attempts to hide the disdain  (  although bridget was certain she most likely failed at that seeing as how she seemed to have mastered how to fail at life in general ) as mark’s phone rings , quickly feigning a smile when his gaze meets hers. it’s almost comical to her how much annoyance and anger that sound managed to fill her with. it was expected, sure. bridget would be an idiot to not understand how the life of someone as important as mark worked. she was proud of him, in fact. he’d worked so hard and she was okay with supporting him in every way she could. what she didn’t expect was the loneliness that seemed to have taken over her these past few months. it’d been all about his work and the sense of being unimportant to mark only grew with each cancellation of their plans. blue eyes turn to the drink at hand and then the floor, certain that if she dared to look him in the eye, she’d say something she’d regret. ‘ you should take that. could be work or something else equally as important. i’ll clean up and we can have date night some other night. ’

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                                              MARK and BRIDGET are the real thing !                                                                   penned by andy and roman.