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Special recipe for hot cocoa - Darcy/Steve
for @pegasusdragontiger Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Let me show you my special recipe for hot cocoa. Yeah, I know it’s Swiss Miss, but I add extra marshmallows.
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Darcy sniffled again, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she coughed. “Sorry,” she said for the billionth time.
“You don’t have to keep apologizing, Darce,” Steve reminded her. “It’s not your fault that you’re sick.”
“I know, but I ruined our date night,” she whined, poking out her bottom lip.
“Listen, I know how to save it,” he replied, rising to his feet and heading out to the kitchen. “Let me show you my special recipe for hot cocoa.” He began to pull out ingredients and she snorted when she saw the instant cocoa packet.
“Your secret recipe? You sure it’s not the intellectual property of some anonymous milk maid in Switzerland?”
He laughed. “Okay yeah. I know it’s Swiss Miss, but I add extra marshmallows.”
“I’m listening,” she continued.
Omg im so sorry I forgot! 😱 last week was a cluster fk for me had a new washing machine put in and next day our oven for 26 years died and had to get a a new stove and oven. So I'm so sorry I would love to be tagged on the new series Until The End of the World please.
You have nothing to apologize for. I just wanted to make sure I was tagging people who wanted to be tagged and not tagging people who don’t want to be tagged. That’s all. I’ll make sure you get tagged. :)
Battle of the Christmas Lights? Or The Boxing Day Sale rush?
Newly single, Darcy isn’t feeling the Christmas spirit this year. She can’t afford to visit her family for the holidays and even if she could, just the thought of everyone’s sympathetic looks and assurances that ‘you’ll find someone, don’t worry,’ is enough to make her glad she’s staying home.
She’s got just enough Christmas spirit to put up a tree and a single string of lights in her front window but that’s it. Not that it matters, because her neighbours on both sides seem to be having an all out war with their Christmas decorations... it started with a few strings of lights and quickly escalated into blow-up santas, glow-in-the-dark reindeer - even penguins! Both houses are covered in lights, there’s no room left of their front lawns to even tiptoe, and just last night, one of them added a laser light show.
Not that Darcy’s complaining, because both her neighbours are drop dead gorgeous and she gets to watch every climb up a ladder, every bend over to push a stake into the ground, and every sweater-lifting, peek-of-skin-revealing stretch to hang something off something else.
And then they both approach her (separately), asking if they can do some decorating of her house. She’s not about to say no.
When Darcy is going off at Gen/Sen. Ross! Steve leans back in the office chair trying oh so hard to keep from smiling and smirking at said person being racked over the fire!!! In his head that's my wife, that's my wife little Stevie says!
Steve’s eyes dance with mirth as Darcy lays into Ross again, her arms moving with purpose, eyes stern as she glares down at him.
His concentration breaks, a barely there snort leaves him and the whole room turns to look at Steve.
“Do you have something to say about this kind of behavior?” Ross asks, irritation dripping with every word.
“Not at all.” Steve says, his eyes boring into Ross. “If anything, she’s going easy on you.”
Internally, Steve’s screaming. He absolutely loves that Darcy’s lack of filter is letting her let loose in what would normally be a calm meeting.
Darcy smirks, Norns know she loves this man. “Thanks, Stevie.”
“He’s not wrong.” Tony pipes up from the other end of the table. “Feel free to turn it up to 11, Lewis.”
I wanted to ask you since I woke up this morning but I wasn't sure if you were up yet. So I need to ask like WTH did I wake up too this morning with the whole AB and NOW HE'S A PAT! Not sure how I feel about it? I mean concerned and worried is up there?
After all the drama in Oakland, I’m not sure how I feel about it either. I will say this though, I don’t think he will get away with the drama in New England, I honestly don’t think it will be tolerated.
It will be interesting to see what happens in the next few weeks.
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Hello! Sorry, been a bit out of it with school and work
Bucky and Sam get roped in teaching Steve how to drive as he doesn't have his license! 😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Little do they know Peggy taught him years ago and he’s only pretending to be a complete shit.
“So… the long skinny pedal is the brake?”
“THAT’S GAS!” Sam screams as they careen around a corner.
Steve stomps on the brake, sending the Volkswagen Beetle, tires squealing, sliding to a stop. “Sorry. My bad.”
Sam peels himself off the windshield. “Little less gas, okay?”
“Sure. Sure.” He puts his foot down gently and they crawl along.
“Now you’re driving like you’re ninety,” Bucky huffs from the back seat.
“I am ninety.” The smirk on Steve’s face should have warned them. “I could speed up if you want?”
“Just a little,” Sam mutters, checking traffic. “Let’s take it around the block, and then back into the parking lot, okay?”
“Yup.” Steve pops the “P” and pulls slowly out onto the road. Traffic is minimal as he putts along.
“Wilson.” Bucky kicks his seat. “Move your seat up.”
“No.” Sam points out the turn. “Alright. Signal your intent to turn, check for traffic and ease around… great job!”
“Thanks, man.” Steve can’t help but grin a little more when he sees the freeway entrance. Bucky’s muttering about old man driving and people who hog other people’s knee room, shifting over to sit in the middle when Steve punches the accelerator, and roars up the ramp.
“Steve! What are you doing?” Sam screams.
“Only way I’ll ever learn is to do it right?” He quips, weaving in and out of traffic. He cuts off a truck, and they blare their horn.
“Steve! Slow down!”
“I’m just going with the traffic, Buck.” He roars down the road and dips in between to semitrailers, then darts out the side and down an exit ramp where he slows to proper speeds, and stops at a light.
“Who the fuck taught you to drive?” Bucky barks.
“Peggy,” Steve smirks. “I had my license renewed about three months outta the ice.”
“Dammit, Cap!” Sam shouts, peeling his fingers off the door handle. “The only worse driving experience I’ve ever had is when that asshole,” he points at Bucky, “stole my steering wheel!”
“Hey! I apologized for that. Besides. I got you a new one for Christmas.”
“It doesn’t work if it’s not attached to a vehicle, Barnes!”
Steve tunes them out, smirks to himself, and heads for home, happy they’ve learned their lesson. Maybe next time they’ll ask instead of assuming.
“Steve, you need to get laid.”
“Yeah, punk ass virgin needs to blow off some steam.”
“Guys…” he sighs when they continued to talk over him and make plans to take him to a bar.
Maybe not.