#stevedarcy

[puzzlebean]

I was in a shieldshock kinda mood <3

[charls-lamen]

This is just so weird to me. Like don't get me wrong I like Darcy and I'm all for weird pairings or Pairings where there isnt that much shipping fuel or interaction but the concept is fun. I have ships like that too. But just by general fandom trends m/m pairings are usually more popular, ships involving major characters are usually more popular, and ships where characters interact in canon more are usually more popular. So it would make more sense if SamBucky and Sam Steve were more popular than DarcySteve and DarcyBucky but it's not. I just found it a little weird.

[imaginesteverogerss]

What about some Steve/Darcy?

Do you have a soldering gun anywhere in the apartment? Askingfor a friend., Came the text that litup Steve’s screen.  From Darcy.

S:  For what?

D:  An adventure ;)

S:  Darcy, for what.  

D:  Bucky’s right, you’re awful at surprises.

And then she didn’trespond again despite the fact that hewas the one on a mission.  (Why shetexted him expecting a response in the first place was another story).  

When Steve returned home aweek later, he wasn’t sure what he’d find. Nothing looked too differentupon inspection.  All of their furniturewas where it should be and Darcy was heading towards the door to greethim.  

“Hey.”  Steve held her close while surveying the room.  Really, nothing looked too—oh.

There was a plastic set ofsteps sitting against the couch.  

“Mabel’s getting old, herknees aren’t what they used to be, so I got her some stairs on Amazon.”  Darcy stayed tucked up under one of his arms,looking out into the living room with him.

Her cat, Mabel, wasperched on the couch dozing in a square of sunlight.

“What about the solderinggun?”  

“Oh.”  Darcy waved him away and headed towards thecouch to sit with Mabel.  “I didn’t doanything to the house.  I just thoughtI’d keep you on your toes, you know. Make you all the more anxious to come home.”

Steve laughed.  It’d been a couple years since they’d starteddating and only about six months since they’d moved in together, but heappreciated having Darcy in his life. She was smart and witty and had a great sense of humor and just.  Gothis brand of Being A Little Shit As A Show Of Affection.

“Mission accomplished.”

“Also, I totally used thesoldering gun to make Dum-E a hand that’s permanently flipping Tony off.  He’s going to figure out it’s detachablelike, immediately, but my mother always told me it’s the thought that countswhen you’re giving gifts.”

Steve laughed again, loudand loose and leaned over the back of the couch to kiss Darcy (once he’dstopped laughing and smiling enough to do it properly, anyway).  

“My God, I missed you.”

Darcy hummed.  “Missed you too.  Next time you have to go, I’m going to adopta giant ficus and mix glitter into Bucky’s shampoo.”

Steve gave her a gentlesqueeze from where he stooped with his arms wrapped around her frombehind.  “Sounds perfect.”

[agentdarcylewis]

FYDL D-A-T 7: Summer Haze

Charity Link Steve/Darcy

“What are you wearing?”

Darcy slid her sunglasses down her lobster-pink nose and gave her visitor an unamused look. Seeing as how the sun, large and runny-yolk yellow, was setting in the background, she hoped it was as dramatic (and not gut-wrenchingly excited, be cool Darcy) as she imagined. “You’ve been in the 21st century for two years. I KNOW you’ve seen a bikini by now.”

Steve sighed, a bit frustrated. “Yeah, I know what swimsuits look like now. Why are you wearing one on the roof in the middle of a desert?”

“It’s laundry day, I’m out of clothes, and Jane refuses to share. It was either this or my Halloween costume from junior year. Oh, and nice to see you too.”

Jane had moved their operation back to Puente Antiguo for the summer. Darcy was less than thrilled - some of her belongings were still covered in dust from that first fateful summer - but dutifully packed up the lab, rented the moving van, and helped haul their butts back to the old car dealership. The things she did for love.

Except...she and Steve had started a relationship in the couple of months they’d been hanging at the tower. It had started with weekly movie nights - he was one of the only people who could tolerate her yelling at the screen. (Darcy’d always resent Jane a little bit for banning her from watching movies with her and Thor. Jane could snarkily comment with the best of them when she wanted to, but apparently doing it while Thor was watching ‘Grease’ for the first time was tantamount to cultural murder.) It was only after Steve casually leaned in and kissed her after ‘The Cat and the Canary’ that she realized that, wow, that sort of inconvenient crush was definitely not one-sided. It’d snowballed from there in the best way possible. They weren’t quite ready for the “I love you” stage, but, thank God, they were definitely at the “I’ll occasionally commandeer the Quinjet for a booty call” one.

“Come here,” Darcy said, pulling off her sunglasses with one hand and patting the lawn chair next to hers with the other. When her boyfriend had settled himself on it, she pulled the chairs together with a noisy screech and, satisfied with their closeness, lay her head against his arm. “When did you get in?”

Steve wrapped his arm around her, rubbing his fingers against the bare skin of her arm. “Half an hour ago. Fury said there were no missions for me right now, and Tony was flying to Malibu anyways…”

“Bless that man and his extremely unnecessary, cross-continental lifestyle,” Darcy muttered, pressing her face against his long sleeved shirt. Was it weird-slash-creepy that she missed the way he smelled? Seriously, he was like a human version of one of those Fresh Linen Bath and Body Works candles. Meanwhile, Thor was in and out so often that her clothes usually ended up smelling all metallic. “I really missed you, Cap.”

She felt a kiss being pressed into her hair. “Missed you too Darce.”

“Uh, it’s been two weeks. Hair kisses are so not enough,” Darcy teased.

In a sudden movement, Steve had flipped them over onto Darcy’s chair. Now he was the one backlit by the sunset, and Darcy’s heart fluttered at the smile on his face. “Come here,” he parroted back at her, before leaning down and giving her a much better welcome.

Thissss sort of got away from me. Darcy was supposed to be sunbathing to fit in better with the theme, lol. I love Steve/Darcy, but I’ve read so much amazing fic of them that this feels (to me, at least) sort of actually derivative as hell lol. Like I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve read a fic starting with these exact same words. (Epilogue to this: Steve and Darcy start making out, only to be interrupted by Jane and Thor coming up there to make out themselves. Awkwardness ensues, until Darcy suggests going out for pizza and watching Grease. Jane throws her the stink eye.)

Today’s charity link is here! The National Film Preservation Foundation helps to promote and fund the preservation of American movies.

[agentdarcylewis]

stevedarcy is so good. god. it's just so good and i haven't been reading fanfiction for like foreverr and im coming back with stevedarcy and it's So Good and Pure

[imaginesteverogerss]

I know you guys already have a lot of Steve speaking Gaelic, but imagine him using it to talk as dirty as he pleases, even if he and (Darcy, maybe? I don't see a lot of them together) are alone or not because none of the others understand it.

There’s something insanely hot, Steve thinks, about watching Darcy’s ears go pink. She has an excellent poker face.

For his part, he acts completely casual, does it at all the most inopportune moments, like when he’s washing dishes, Darcy drying, at Sam’s place one night. The tips of her ears begin to blush when he tells her he knows she’s not wearing panties, and all of a sudden he really, really wants to be done doing dishes.

Darcy speeds up her drying, giving him a look from the corner of her eyes. He grins, and washes a little faster.

[shieldshock-winterwidow]

Steve & Darcy

[fandomfrolics]

Steve/Darcy 6. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that"

Wow I am bad at the whole drabble part of this thing (which you can also prompt me with because I am finding every avenue possible to procrastinate both my rl and my RBB).

Despite the first paragraph, I can promise you this is not angst. 

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Steve Rogers has been punched, kicked, shot, stabbed, strangled, and even frozen. Despite surviving all of the above, he knew he was by no means invincible. But, as he plummeted from the roof tower to the streets a long way off down below, he found himself thinking wryly that somehow, he never thought this would be what killed him.

One hour earlier

Steve let the door behind him fall shut as his eyes scanned the rooftop for the man he was supposed to be meeting. Instead he found—

“Darcy?”

“Hey, Steve!” Darcy greeted, bouncing forward. She was bundled up in a thick blue sweater and a pair of very tight-fitting jeans that couldn’t possibly be comfortable, though he could see why she wore them. He cleared his throat and pulled his gaze up off her ass and onto her face before she could notice.

“You’re not Sam,” he said dumbly.

“No, but I can see how you’d make that mistake.”

Steve just continued to stare at her and she sighed. “No, I’m not Sam and no we will not be doing trust falls. Mostly because I can’t really fly because Tony still refuses to give me that jetpack I asked for. Jeez, you’d think the guy doesn’t trust me to be safe with it or something—”

“Darcy,” Steve interjected, knowing she could go off down that tangent for awhile.

“Oh, right, sorry.” She shook her head, as if trying to rid it of all thoughts of jetpacks and untrusting Tony Starks and Steve smiled a little to himself.

“Anyway, yes, well so Sam never actually called you up here. It was all part of my clever ruse.” She twined her hands together, twisting and turning her entangled fingers. “My clever ruse to seduce you, Mr. Rogers,” she murmured throatily. “Oh, ew,” she said, dropping the voice and wrinkling her nose. “I just realized what that sounds like. Ugh, I definitely do not have a Mr. Rogers kindly neighbor kink. And that does not help,” she said, picking at his sleeve. “Why are you wearing a cardigan anyway?”

“Jumping off rooftops can get cold!” he said defensively.

Darcy raised an eyebrow. “And you thought a cardigan would help?”

Truthfully, Steve had come straight up here from the middle of a TV marathon with Nat and he’d sort of been hoping he could talk Sam out of practicing falling into each other’s arms. But he wasn’t about to tell Darcy that.

“You were going to play hooky, weren’t you?” Darcy asked shrewdly.

Dammit. “I would never!” he shot back. “Captain America doesn’t play hooky. Why, back in the 40s, we never even had a term for it, we were all that good. We showed up to all our lessons and we—what are you doing?”

“’The term ‘play hooky’ was first recorded around 1848’,” Darcy recited. She held her phone out to him and Steve briefly glanced at it before he puffed out his chest and planted his hand square on the middle of it.

“Well I don’t know about those kids but us Brooklyn boys, we never did none of that.” He took his hand from his chest and wagged a finger at Darcy instead. “You kids nowadays with your smartphones and your smart answers – having all that information at the tip of your finger is why the youth of America are as insolent and ungrateful as they are.”

“Uh huh.” Darcy slid her phone back into her pocket. She hooked an arm through his and tugged him forward. “Well, come on you paragon of virtue. I made lunch.”

Steve went willingly to the blanket she’d set out, grinning widely. But when Darcy turned back to him, he schooled his features into something stern and said, “Back in my day, we never had lunch,” and this time when Darcy burst out laughing, he let the smile stay.

It was all going great until Darcy, in the infinite wisdom of someone who’d had about three-quarters of a bottle of wine, decided it would be fun to walk to the side of the roof and peer over the edge. Steve followed along because the city beneath them really was a sight to behold and also Darcy smelled good.

“Did you give me some of Thor’s mead?” he asked suddenly. He really didn’t remember his head feeling this fuzzy earlier today.

“Mead,” Darcy replied, flapping her hand, “craft beer. Same thing.”

Steve resisted the urge to clap a hand over his eyes. Instead he heaved a great sigh and leaned his side against the balcony railing. He had to admit, the feeling the mead had left him with was rather pleasant – a warm buzzing beneath his skin and a weird floatiness in his chest.

Or maybe, he thought, as Darcy leaned forward, glancing up at him through her eyelashes, that was just the company.

“Friend Steven,” Thor shouted over the roaring wind, “are you alright?”

Steve had to swallow hard before he could speak. “Just swell,” he replied at the same volume. “I appreciate the catch, though.”

“It is of no concern.” Thor touched them down gently on the roof. “I am just glad my fair Jane had requested I watch over you.”

“She what?” 

“Oh my god!” Steve got barely a second’s warning before Darcy landed on him. “You’re alive!”

Steve patted her back reassuringly, then let her run her hands over him when she released him from the hug. Finally satisfied that he was, indeed, alive, she threw her hands into the air.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like that!” she wailed.

“Oh?” Steve said, arching an eyebrow. “You mean you weren’t supposed to knock me off the roof with your boobs when you tried to kiss me?”

“Hey,” Darcy shot back. “That wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t have sizable boobs of your own.” She poked his pecs. “Normally there’s more than enough room for my girls!”

“Uhh,” Thor started, backing away. “I think I shall be going now.” And with a quick twirl of his hammer, he was airborne.

“Thanks, Thor!” Darcy called after him.

They watched him shrink into the distance. Steve was going to have to hunt him down later and find out just what Jane was playing at.

“Ugh,” Darcy said and Steve turned back to her to find she’d collapsed onto her butt. She folded her legs under her, looking utterly mournful.

Steve peered down at her. “So how was it supposed to happen?” he asked, cocking his head.

She looked up at him. “What?”

“Whatever you planned.” He kneeled down in front of her, holding her gaze. “How was it supposed to happen?”

“I dunno!” She flapped her hand. “We were gonna eat and chat and maybe get a little drunk and okay I’m sorry about that but I was really nervous and I thought it might help and well, I didn’t want to drink alone. And then we were gonna look into each other’s eyes and you were going to put your weird disproportionately small hands on my face and you were…” She trailed off as Steve’s (perfectly-sized) hand gently caught her chin. “You were…”

“I was what?” Steve whispered, leaning forward until he was a hairs-breadth away.

“You were going to kiss me,” she breathed. 

And so he did soft and slow, just a gentle touch of his lips against hers that still somehow managed to make his head spin.

“Like that?” he murmured, pulling away just enough to run his gaze over her whole face.

“Yeah,” Darcy replied, her eyes still shut. And when they fluttered open, and Steve saw them snap into focus right before Darcy pounced on him.

Thor was not quite as pleased at having to catch them both not to many minutes later, especially in their varying states of undress.

“Stark should really have more than a thin rail up here,” he grumbled, dropping them both with a lot less care than before. “And until that happens, I would suggest the two of you take your activities downstairs.”

“Great suggestion, Thor,” Darcy chirped, her eyes flicking not-too-subtly to Steve’s crotch. “We’ll just go do that.” And with Thor’s laughter ringing in their ears, she grabbed Steve’s arm and led him off the roof.

On the elevator this time.