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it’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage (Steve/Darcy)

Sometimes she thinks it’s the worst decision she’s ever made, running off with a man she barely knew. Life turned into a parody of a romance novel. Blood and lies. Days, and months, and miles. If she could turn back the clock she’d make the same choice again and again.

She took his hand before he offered it.

(a second chapter was written and posted and Sybil hasn’t entirely given up on this verse..I don’t know if I will write more or when but there is some in my head.)


the Minion verse (Steve/Darcy, Sam, Natasha, Gru and the Minions)

In which Darcy is Gru’s daughter and the Minions cause tooth-rotting amounts of chaos (a side effect of them watching far too many rom-coms).

(grew part II and part III I haven’t written any more yet, but there have been a lot of enabling enablers for this mini verse.)


things that have been seen(Sam, Steve/Darcy)

Sam sees something that he really, really wishes he didn’t.


they say that promises sweeten the blow (Peggy Carter)

Peggy on her last day at SHIELD.


white feather
(Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

Steve receives a letter with a single white feather in it. 

I haven’t worked on some of the things I meant to work on the past few weeks but with the Easter Holiday I didn’t have much time for writing. At least not the time needed to take away from family time, glamping and bumbling around the Cotswolds and Wales, and procrastination. Procrastination is always important. 

There is a Chuck AU ficlet that should be ready to post tomorrow if I can make a little crappy graphic to go with it. It was meant to be a drabble but expanded into 800 words (a few lines snagged from the pilot peppered throughout so it has the right sound to it. I may add a tiny bit more).

I’m hoping to work on Rush and White Rabbit (with Katy) in the next week or two with things getting back on track. I need to get over my block for one small scene in WR so I may just skip ahead and work on another scene to sweeten Sybil up. Then its passing things back and forth with Katy, a lot of whining and a lot more wandering thoughts and what ifs.

The next story in the Rush verse is only missing a scene and a half but I haven’t opened it for more than thirty seconds in weeks. Though when I did I was still quite happy with the feel of it. 

I’m proudest of the Indy verse chapter update (it’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage), I just love the feel of the verse and them being on the run vaguely set after CATWS. The hardest thing to write was the Peggy ficlet, mostly because I was afraid I could never pin down her character well enough. I know all the rest of my characters are flexible, I like to shine the light on different facets of who they are. But Peggy had to be perfect..or as perfect as I could make her anyway. 

I still have eleventy seven other wips, and a few prompts in my ask that I haven’t managed to get to yet. *weeps* But it’s not a bad amount of stories for the month. Not a clue about word count as I am useless at tracking that sort of thing.


 

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“Go Petunias?” Darcy asks as she pulls the pink t-shirt  over her head. She pushes her glasses back on and the world comes into focus.


“My niece’s little league soccer team,” Jensen murmurs face down on the pillows.


villainess (Darcy, Steve)


“Oh, please you can stop with the name, rank and serial number biz, Captain. I really don’t care,” Darcy says, examining the nail polish on her right hand. “Damn I scuffed a nail.”


it's so fluffy (Steve/Darcy, minions)


In which the good Captain is kidnapped by matchmaking minions and ends up with a date. Blame lostdaemon



Oh, Katy and I posted chapter three of and you know you're going to fall and have been busy working on chapter 4, which I should be working on now but I'm making this post instead. There is also a fanmix and the recipe for Darcy’s Red Velvet Brownies.


The Indy fic (it's not the years, honey, it's the mileage) grew a second chapter from Steve's pov, it needs to be beta'd but once it is ship shape I will post it. I have been reliably informed that no body minds that it ups the rating quite a bit. Porn!


I started on a Peggy ficlet yesterday but then my brain got the worst of me, man I hate crying, but I'm doing better today so hopefully more writing will occur (White Rabbit or Rush verse). 


I haven't worked on any other wips recently, though I dusted up and tidied a few older fics on ao3 and still need to do that to the rest of Pie verse (Chapter 6 is tidy now). It felt as if I hadn't written very much but looking at the list above it's a fair bit of posted stories.  I did pick at Rush verse a few times in the past month but then I got hit by the Indy verse plotbunny that would not lay down and die as I asked it to. Very politely I might add. I can totally do polite. Sometimes. 


“Go Petunias?” Darcy asks as she pulls the pink t-shirt  over her head. She pushes her glasses back on and the world comes into focus.


“My niece’s little league soccer team,” Jensen murmurs face down on the pillows.


villainess (Darcy, Steve)


“Oh, please you can stop with the name, rank and serial number biz, Captain. I really don’t care,” Darcy says, examining the nail polish on her right hand. “Damn I scuffed a nail.”


it's so fluffy (Steve/Darcy, minions)


In which the good Captain is kidnapped by matchmaking minions and ends up with a date. Blame lostdaemon



Oh, Katy and I posted chapter three of and you know you're going to fall and have been busy working on chapter 4, which I should be working on now but I'm making this post instead. There is also a fanmix and the recipe for Darcy’s Red Velvet Brownies.


The Indy fic (it's not the years, honey, it's the mileage) grew a second chapter from Steve's pov, it needs to be beta'd but once it is ship shape I will post it. I have been reliably informed that no body minds that it ups the rating quite a bit. Porn!


I started on a Peggy ficlet yesterday but then my brain got the worst of me, man I hate crying, but I'm doing better today so hopefully more writing will occur (White Rabbit or Rush verse). 


I haven't worked on any other wips recently, though I dusted up and tidied a few older fics on ao3 and still need to do that to the rest of Pie verse (Chapter 6 is tidy now). It felt as if I hadn't written very much but looking at the list above it's a fair bit of posted stories.  I did pick at Rush verse a few times in the past month but then I got hit by the Indy verse plotbunny that would not lay down and die as I asked it to. Very politely I might add. I can totally do polite. Sometimes. 

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red and the wolf  (Steve/Darcy)


There are wolves in the woods, Stephen knows, with sharp teeth and golden eyes. With a mournful song to call down the moon. But still he slips among the trees, lets his feet stray from the well worn path. The wind carries the bite of winter as it tears autumn leaves from the trees; the shadows of trees hide patches of frost from the sun's warmth.


“The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.” ― Angela Carter


 
A retelling of the fairytale 'Red Riding Hood'


 


hallways (Steve/Darcy, Steve & Natasha)


“Damn right,” Steve says. He slams the shield over the mag restraint on his wrist, watches it fall to the body-strewn floor. The elevator pings loudly over the sound of ragged breathing and Steve tenses ready for the next fight, eyes tracking over the orange glow of the down arrow. The doors slide back to reveal Probationary Agent Lewis standing in the doorway, face pale, eyes wide behind the thick frames of her glasses, a tablet held tight to her chest with her left hand, the right curled around the grip of her sidearm.


change your stars (Maria Hill)


A woman’s life is marked in blood. Birth and moon and death.


A Maria Hill medieval AU drabble.


cold hands (Steve/Darcy)


He smells good. Spicy and warm and she's so tempted to plaster herself to him. Leech out every bit of warmth he has to give her. Never mind the ridiculousness of this moment.


tin man (Steve/Darcy & Tony too)


A scream echoes through the woods.


"Did you hear that," she asks jumping over a branch on the faint path.


"Yes...no...possibly? I need to do the math," Tony says reaching up to check the zipper imbedded in his skull.


A Tin Man fusion fic


I've got a bone to pick with you (Steve/Darcy)


"Open the door JARVIS," Darcy says, one hand clenching on a stack of files clutched to her chest the other clawed in the hem of her sweater.  


The door buzzes and Darcy opens it, stepping into the apartment and slamming it behind her. It's perfect, she thinks, as perfect as Steve's stupid face and asshole tactics. She roams through the apartment and finds it empty. She didn't expect him to be there after all. She finds his desk and slams the stack of files onto it. A container filled with pens and expensive pencils spills across the table and onto the floor.



 


 

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Rose Red (Darcy/Bucky Fairytale AU)


In a cabin in the woods lives two sisters. One cold winter's night there is a booming knocking upon the door.


A retelling of the fairytale 'Snow White and Rose Red'.


and you know you're going to fall (Darcy/Colin Chapter 2 updated)


Fresh out of college, Darcy Lewis lands a shiny new job in Boston, Mass. The day she moves into her new apartment, she runs into Colin Shea: cop, gorgeous, funny, and a bit of a jackass. A jackass that just so happens to the next door neighbor she may or may not be stealing WiFi from.


Colorado Red


Darcy/Steve) mechanic au ficlet


Roswell part III


The continuing saga of the Roswell fusion verse. 


we use the weapons we have


A Peggy Carter drabble. All the feels on this one.



I didn't write as much as I had wanted to in January. But I did manage to bang out a decent amount of words despite my head not always being the best place. This morning I posted a red riding hood au, which was just shy of making it into January's posting. It did get written in January though so it is worth mentioning here. 


I also worked on a few of my WIPs, sadly they are nowhere near ready to post. But I did work on them (Rush, Lay That Pistol Down, and White Rabbit) and I shall take that as a win. 

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I'm posting this now as I don't think I will have much time in the last few days of December to write and post anything. Though I do hope to work on one of my huge list of WIPs, probably White Rabbit Verse (and you know you're going to fall) because I have ridiculous feels for that verse and the second chapter really needs to be finished. Sometime soon anyway.

Rooster
, the one with the zombies, & probationary agent Lewis

A few short pieces posted to electricity hitting metal. The zombie fic I may go back to writing some more on because I have a lot of feels for that verse (I'm totally blaming imogenpenn for that, because she has an awesome zombie au here.)


we can be like they are (Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)


Meet Darcy Lewis. A young student attending the prestigious Culver University. Unhappy with her choice of political science she takes an internship with Jane Foster. One day when Darcy is returning from a coffee run she is hit by a falling hammer. Now decidedly dead, she is recruited to become a grim reaper. Her new boss,Phil Coulson, introduces her to Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, fallen heroes from World War II.


In death, as in life there are no free rides, even for grim reapers.


Bored (Darcy/Steve) Chapter update


"I’m bored," Darcy says. Two simple words that Steve really should have taken as a warning.


and you know you’re going to fall (Darcy/Colin) written with Katy


Fresh out of college, Darcy Lewis lands a shiny new job in Boston, Mass. The day she moves into her new apartment, she runs into Colin Shea: cop, gorgeous, funny, and a bit of a jackass. A jackass that just so happens to the next door neighbor she may or may not be stealing WiFi from.


ah, but it's cold outside (Steve/Darcy)


Snow is falling thick and heavy in the fading daylight and Darcy presses closer to the glass to watch through the small patch not covered in a thick lacework of ice. She scrapes her nails on the ice, and shivers at the cold seeping into her fingertips.

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 “Sup, Cap?” Darcy says, barely looking up as she types rapidly on her laptop.  It’s late in the evening but if she doesn’t get Jane’s notes finished...well, she really doesn’t want to think about the consequences. Jane may be small but she is a force to be reckoned with when she isn’t distracted by science or stacked demigods.

"I heard you had a date last night," Steve says casually as he pulls a bottle of beer out of the fridge.
 

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by: [personal profile] merideath
fandoms: Marvel MCU, A League of Their Own
tropes: Road trip, bets/wagers, time travel, au crossover, sharing a bed)


fic: Montana (MCU, Steve/Darcy, 10k words, rated M, Road Trip)
summary/preview: Darcy: Are you still coming to visit today?
He can’t help but smile at the text. Darcy’s his...well, Darcy is his best friend. His only friend outside of the team. The reason he has stopped in a tiny diner in Montana on his drive along I-90 to Seattle.
content notes: No warnings apply

fic: fever when you hold me tight (MCU, Steve/Darcy, 1,790 words, rated M, bets/wagers)
summary/preview: Some days working in the labs is actually almost fun. There's an endless supply of decent coffee, better music and all the best toys to play with. Other days involve alarms blaring and Avengers busting through walls. Today Darcy finds herself swept off her feet. Literally. She isn't terribly sure if that's a good thing or not.
content notes: No warnings apply, though it is a sex pollen fic, there just isn't any actual sex in it.

fic: But I’ll be stumbling away (slowly learning that life is okay) (MCU, Steve/Peggy, Steve/Darcy, 9,521 words, rated T, free space, time travel)
summary/preview: If Darcy thought life would be boring after meeting a god and helping evacuate people in the wake of a fire breathing mechanical monstrosity she was wrong. Some things never change though. She makes coffee and ramen noodles, laments the loss of her ipod, and does whatever Jane asks her to do. Mostly. That is until the day she buys a vintage comic book from a street market and has a very interesting dream. At least she thinks it’s a dream...
content notes: No warnings apply

fic: dirt in the skirt (MCU, A League of Their Own, Steve/Darcy, 1,223 words, rated T, au: crossover)
summary/preview: “Alright girls. Today on the field you’re gonna meet a real hero,” Jimmy says clapping his hands together.“Is he married?” Mae asks as she snaps her compact shut. Darcy bites her tongue and pushes her glasses up her nose.
content notes: No warnings apply

fic: your will is not your own (MCU, Steve/Darcy, 6,060 words, rated E, sharing a bed)
summary/preview: Agent Lewis is sent to collect Captain Rogers from the wilds of Alaska. A snowstorm is brewing and Darcy's ride abandons them to the elements... or a tiny log cabin. She's pretty sure she watched that movie. It didn't end well.
content notes: No warnings apply

......

I'm incredibly pleased to have finished a single line bingo... though I did write an extra square when the plot bunny sidelined me.

fic: this is as good a place to fall as any (MCU, Steve/Darcy, 2,791 words, rated E, fake/pretend relationship)
summary/preview: Most of her work at S.H.I.E.L.D. involves paperwork and hacking into other government databases, not industrial espionage and getting to play Sydney Bristow.
content notes: No warnings apply

I wanted to write more to fill a second line but there just wasn't time, these fics just took up all the rest of my brain space so I will continue to work on my WIPs and eventually get them finished and posted.
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The following is a little list of all the fic I wrote last month... or rather fics I wrote and collaborations with Katy. We are kinda awesome as a team and managed to post two ficlets for Random and Ridiculous.


I hadn't realized I had written and posted as much as I have done. Stories that I'm really quite pleased with. Mostly right now I'm procrastinating as words aren't my friends today or at least my WIPs aren't playing ball and my muse is ignoring me trying to bribe her. Anyway my list...



this is as good a place to fall as any: Most of her work at S.H.I.E.L.D. involves paperwork and hacking into other government databases, not industrial espionage and getting to play Sydney Bristow. (Steve/Darcy, smut)


if you bring the water:  Darcy and Steve conspire to cut Bucky's hair. He isn't impressed. Banter and UST ensue. (Steve, Darcy, Bucky with a side of Darcy/Bucky UST)


lipstick: He sees her mark everywhere. Graphic can be found here. (Steve, UST)


truth (a random and ridiculous story by Katy and me): Steve is suffering the side effects after Loki puts a spell on him. He spills a lot of truth tea. (Steve&Darcy and all of the UST)


fever when you hold me tightSome days working in the labs is actually almost fun. There's an endless supply of decent coffee, better music and all the best toys to play with. Other days involve alarms blaring and Avengers busting through walls.Today Darcy finds herself swept off her feet. Literally. She isn't terribly sure if that's a good thing or not. (Steve/Darcy, the one with the sex pollen, tactile!Steve and no actual sex...yup you heard that right.)


french fry (A random and ridiculous story by Katy and me): Would you like fries with that? (Steve/Darcy)



 

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 roadtrip—- Montana 

Darcy: Are you still coming to visit today?

 

 He can’t help but smile at that. Darcy’s his...well, Darcy is his best friend. His only friend outside of the team. The reason he has stopped in a tiny diner in Montana on his drive along I-90 to Seattle.


bets/wagers—- fever when you hold me tight:

 
Some days working in the labs is actually almost fun. There's an endless supply of decent coffee, better music and all the best toys to play with. Other days involve alarms blaring and Avengers busting through walls. Today Darcy finds herself swept off her feet. Literally. She isn't terribly sure if that's a good thing or not.


FREE SPACE: But I’ll be stumbling away (slowly learning that life is okay)

If Darcy thought life would be boring after meeting a god and helping evacuate people in the wake of a fire breathing mechanical monstrosity she was wrong. Some things never change though. She makes coffee and ramen noodles, laments the loss of her ipod, and does whatever Jane asks her to do. Mostly. That is until the day she buys a vintage comic book from a street market and has a very interesting dream. At least she thinks it’s a dream...


au: Crossover—- dirt in the skirt

“Alright girls. Today on the field you’re gonna meet a real hero,” Jimmy says clapping his hands together.

“Is he married?” Mae asks as she snaps her compact shut. Darcy bites her tongue and pushes her glasses up her nose.


sharing a bed —— your will is not your own (It’s finished but not beta’d yet. Soon I promise.)

Agent Lewis is sent to collect Captain Rogers from a small cabin in the wilds. There is a storm brewing and Darcy's ride has left her to the weather alone in the woods. She's pretty sure she watched that movie. It didn't end well. 


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so I've written everything for a single line bingo. And I am mulling over a second line (I've written one square on it already). I don't know if I will get the second line done in time... but I hope to have fun trying. That is the important thing in writing. If you don't love it and enjoy doing it then there is no point. 

lipstick

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He sees her mark everywhere.

On the paper cup from Starbucks that holds some concoction of chocolate and peppermint syrup. On the pen he borrows from her desk as he goes into a meeting. A kiss on a cloth napkin. A smear on the corner of a file folder.

His file folder.

Little marks on paper and cloth. Pink, peach, plum and reds he doesn’t have a name for. The color of dark winter berries and cotton candy pink.

A kiss on his cheek he can’t bear to wash off.

He rubs his fingers through the slick of red war paint. He licks his fingers, tastes the wax of the lipstick and the crystals of sugar from the donut she had been tearing apart with her fingers. Nails painted a deeper red than the paint on her lips.

He’s been kissed before. Starlets, chorus girls, a Parisian whore once. His mind skirts away from the kisses that mattered. The kisses that set his blood alight and his heart beating fast. A lifetime ago.

An innocent kiss between friends.

He still feels the ghost her nails scraping the back of his neck as her lips pressed warm on his jaw.

He closes his eyes and imagines Darcy’s perfect lipstick smeared across her mouth from kissing her. Carmine lips trailing kisses over his heart and down his abdomen. His belly twists, heat crackles under his skin and jolts down his spine.

He’s been kissed before.

The red lipstick on his cheek, the slow smile that curved her lips, the flash of her tongue wetting her lips.

Her mark on his skin.

It’s not innocent at all.
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this is as good a place to fall as any (2791 words) by Merideath
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: First Time, First Kiss, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Safer Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Trope Bingo round two
Summary: Most of her work at S.H.I.E.L.D. involves paperwork and hacking into other government databases, not industrial espionage and getting to play Sydney Bristow.

Title from 'Bedroom Hymns' by Florence & the Machine.

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your will is not your own (Darcy/Steve) This could quite possibly be my new favourite. There is awkwardness and fluff, and smut and feels. Posted

haircut-(Darcy/Bucky) It’s vaguely set before ‘cause we are fires in the night’ but mostly that is just in my head and it doesn’t need to be read as anything other than a moment between Darcy and Bucky. Posted

One more silver dollar- Steampunk Western AU. Darcy is an outlaw running from trouble right into the small town of Avenger. It will be a short oneshot but it’s being so difficult so I made a fanmix to help me write. (This fic still hates me even if the scene is all in my head)

Untitled- a second story in the Crazy Darcy Verse. I have notes and know what the story arc is but I have put off starting writing this one because there will be angst, and hurt/comfort and upset.

Fox Verse- Darcy is a mutant. It’s got three scenes/chapters written so far, I have more notes for filling in the gaps. I’m still not sure if it will be a oneshot will little vignettes or a small multichapter.

Prequel to Lay That Pistol Down-  How Darcy and Steve meet. (Chapter 1 of the prequel is done and with my beta. I don't know how the next chapter will play out... if I should post chapter 1  when beta'd or if I should wait till I've messed about with chapter 2 and actually got it written. )

Barn Dance- a sort of epilogue to Montana, taking place a few days later. It will be fluff, possibly smut, though I don’t know if many people are bothered about reading it besides Katy and Britt.(Finished and with Katy to beta when she gets a chance)

I’ll pretend I’m okay with it all- (Darcy & Steve) angst and unrequited love. (First draft is done but it needs work and I’m not feeling this verse at the moment)

Island- Crash landing on a tropical Island, not as fun as you might think. (This is only notes at this stage…extensive notes with a few chunks of dialogue)

Bored-I have sketched out the chapter and figured out what was bugging me that kept me from starting to write it. (Random bits of dialogue written, that’s about it. Just happy to know the chapter arc now)

Rush verse-I know this is probably one of my least popular fic verses but its one of my favourites. Not just for Canary the cat. I love the banter and sass and the growth of their partnership and relationship.  story six is now done and with my beta... I don't know when there will be a chapter/story 7 but I don't feel like it's the end of the verse yet

and a 45- (Steve/Darcy/Bucky) ficlet, first draft is done, but it lacks polish and detail.

Bobby pin- (Steve/Darcy) fake relationship smutlet.   posted

Lullabies for superheroes- (Steve & Darcy) has a second chapter half written. Darcy is accidentally turned into a baby (It's totally Tony's fault) and a rough outline for a third chapter where Darcy and Steve have to care for the rest of the team turned into toddlers. I wasn't going to write more but I got such lovely comments asking for for that I couldn't not write more.

gramps- (Steve& Darcy) mostly just a plotbunny at this stage where Dum Dum Dugan is Darcy's grandfather, and she isn't phased at meeting Steve though she is excited to talk to him about all the stories her grandfather told her about the Howling Commandos when she was little. It will be angsty and a bit bitter sweet as I imagine Darcy taking Steve to visit Dum Dum's grave and they watch news reels together that Darcy has seen a million times but she will keep watching them. Mostly I want them to bond over war stories and Steve telling her what is true and what is bullshit.

handcuffed together:  I have a little plotbunny for this that won't go away so I may just write it to get it over with one day. 

Dead Like Me AU: Ummm nothing specific yet just feels and headcanon swirling to hopefully write a drabble or ficlet.

Sleeping Beauty: Steve's in a medically induced coma and Darcy visits him. (finished and posted) 

succubus
: I have notes and it should only be a little ficlet of Darcy being other. 

In the blood: Darcy is Bucky's great-granddaughter. Steve/Darcy, possible secret relationship. I have some dialogue and notes.
 

the Random and the Ridiculous- Katy and I have a bunch of ficlets in the works, and a few large fics too: 
 

French fry (in Katy’s hands, my part is done) posted
Take (with Katy to add a bit more, my part is done)
Freaky Friday (dialogue, extensive notes and the first scene written…mostly)
Babe (dialogue, a few paragraphs)
Thieves (Steve/Darcy, Bucky/Natasha, AU) This one has a lot of notes and world building, with a few bits of dialogue but not much else yet.
Truth (Steve/Darcy) Steve gets hit with a truth spell, which is fine, until Darcy is sent to check on him. (a few hundred words) posted
and you know you're going to fall- (Darcy Lewis/Colin Shea, AU crossover, no superheroes or fallen gods) This has a few hundred words, snippets of dialogue and a shed load of notes that need working on. (there is a full first chapter and about half of a second chapter)
Elevator: scene in the cap 2 trailer needs making into farce. We are on it and have dialogue and a few notes. Because Katy and I are that awesome a writing team.
The Professor-  Steve is Darcy's art prof (300 odd words and I made a graphic which I should post).
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Title: he calls her baby
author: Merideath
Fandom: Avengers (2012), Thor (Movies)
Rating: T
Relationship: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers
Summary: Conversations while waiting for Agent Coulson or the one where Darcy teases Steve about his shield.


...

"So...Cap," Darcy says, tapping her fingers on his shield as they stand in the hallway waiting for Coulson to arrive.

"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Lewis?" Steve asks as he pushes his cowl back and runs his hand through his sweaty hair.

"I was just wondering if you take 'Baby' to bed with you every night?" Darcy asks. Eyes sparkling with glee, she quirks an eyebrow up over the top of her glasses.

"Barton or Stark?" Steve sighs. Scratching the back of his head, he tries to will away the embarrassment of calling his shield 'baby'. It doesn't really work.

"Stark. You know Son of Coul says I'm not allowed to play with the assassins after the paintball incident. So, Baby?"

Steve watches her fingers slide down to slowly trace the star on his shield. His 'baby'. He imagines her fingers tracing stars over his skin and sparks lick across his skin, ricochet down his spine, before settling low in his belly.

"She's a little cold in the sack," Steve replies dryly, the corners of his mouth twitching up. Darcy startles, eyes darting up to meet his before a slow grin spreads across her cherry painted lips.

"That's a shame," Darcy says, eyes shining behind the lenses of her glasses.

"A terrible shame," Steve agrees with a small nod.

"You should find something a little warmer. I might have a teddy you can borrow," Darcy says as her Starkphone starts buzzing frantically in her pocket. She pulls the phone out, frowns at the screen and shoves it back.

"Bit old to sleep with a teddy bear."

"Mhmm. I'm sure you'll find just the right thing, Goldilocks," Darcy smirks. She raps her knuckles lightly on his shield.

He's pretty damn sure he found the right thing, but he isn't going to say that.  "Maybe I could use some help," he says lowly, eyes locked onto Darcy’s. She sucks in a sharp breath, searching his eyes, and drags her teeth across her bottom lip.

"Well, maybe I can be of service.”

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Title: iPod
author: Merideath
Fandom: The Avengers (2012), Thor (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis
Summary: Darcy leaves her iPod lying around. Again.

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The days after an assemble always seem to crawl by; meetings, arguments, bones to knit back together, bruises to fade, and torn muscles to heal again. Steve prefers his little Brooklyn apartment to staying at the Tower, but the Tower does have its perks.  Endless hot water, a kitchen stocked with more food than he can eat while his body goes about repairing itself, endless entertainment in the form of movies and music, whatever he can ask JARVIS for, and a fancy gym where he hasn’t managed to wreck anything. So far anyway, he still plans on giving it a go when his shoulder stops aching like a sonovabitch.

Shifting his position on the couch, he turns the page of his book and reaches for the bottle of beer on the coffee table. His shoulder protests the movement, and he snarls under his breath.

“Alright there, Captain?”  Darcy says as she snatches the bottle off the table, taking a sip before handing it to him and flopping down on the couch beside him. “You got pretty banged up by that Douchebot, not that I know anything about that. I’m just a lab grunt after all.

“Doombot,” he corrects and Darcy rolls her eyes at him.

“Seriously?”

“M’fine, Darcy,” he mutters. Darcy looks dubiously at him and pokes at his shoulder. “Stop it.”

“Sure you’re fine.”

“Is there something I can do for you, Miss Lewis?” he asks, shifting a little further out of her reach and not rubbing his shoulder.

“Oh, touchy are we, Rogers?” Darcy arches a brow at him and delves into her bag for a tablet, a generic one with an obnoxiously bright pink silicone cover. “And the answer is nope. I’m just waiting on Jane to escape Thor and remember Science.”  Darcy curls up beside him, reading something he can’t see on the tablet and twisting a lock of hair around her fingers.

It’s not long before Jane comes scurrying down the hall, disheveled and muttering a string of science babble. “See ya around, Steve,” Darcy winks at him. She shoves the tablet back in her bag and chases off after Dr. Foster, curls bouncing and hips swaying. Not that he noticed that. Nope. Not at all.

Steve finishes reading the chapter of his book and gets up off the sofa, suppressing a groan when he jars his arm. Poking out from one of the cushions is the corner of something bright orange, Darcy’s iPod. He picks the iPod up and shoves it into his pocket, making a mental note to text her about it later. No point in leaving it out for Stark to confiscate. Again.

……

After tossing and turning from an aching shoulder and nightmares playing out behind his closed eyes, Steve gives up on sleep.  Throwing back the covers, he pads barefoot into his small kitchen and fixes himself a sandwich.  Darcy's iPod sits face down on the corner of the counter beside the bowl loose change and keys live in.  Taking the last bite of his sandwich, he dusts the crumbs from the counter and sets his plate in the sink.  He picks up the iPod and untangles the mess of knots.

Steve swipes his thumb over the screen and music starts playing from the earbuds.  It's too loud to his sensitive ears, brash and far too lively for the middle of the night.  The music makes him think of Darcy though, when she's in the lab with Jane, or tapping her toes when JARVIS plays something she likes. Turning down the volume and putting the earbuds in, Steve walks back into the bedroom and settles back on the pillows. The screen of the iPod is the only light in the room.  He flicks through a few albums, random songs in a playlist that jar against one another, a 'Welcome to Night Vale' podcast, and a serial radio show from the 40s that makes him smile at the bittersweet reminder of his past.

He's half asleep, listening to the Civil Wars, hands resting on his belly, loosely holding the iPod.  The song ends and shuffles to the next track.  A husky voice, deep and raspy, sends a shiver of heat racing down his spine.  That voice. Darcy's voice. There's no album cover, just the title 'Blue' and Darcy's voice in his ears.

…She straddles his lap, his hands sliding up her thighs, skirt rucked up over his hands, calloused fingers on pale flesh as his lips trailed kisses over her collarbone….

Goddamn.

........

“You are a freaking life saver, Steve,” Darcy grins, grabbing the iPod out of his hands and whirling around in her chair to place it in the dock.

“Not a problem, I just didn’t want Tony to turn it into a robot or something,” Steve says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well I better g...oh...”

...He presses a kiss to each trembling thigh, fingers delving into...

“Oh my god,” Darcy says, cheeks flushed as pink as the blush creeping up his next.  She rolls her chair back to the dock, yanking the iPod out with more force than strictly necessary. Shit.

“I uh...I’ll  go,” Steve mumbles, turning on his heel.

Oh no you don’t,” Darcy says, hooking her fingers in one of his belt loops. “Have fun listening to my podfic, Steven?”

“I..,” Steve’s voice trails off as he turns to face her. He has no way to reply to that. He can’t say that listening to her husky voice on the iPod had him slipping his hand into his sweats imagining it was them in the story, his hands and mouth on her skin. Darcy lets go of his belt loop and he takes a small half step back. “Yes,” he confesses voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, I did.”

“Oh,” Darcy says, head tilting to the side as her eyes flick over him. “Oh,” she repeats, the soft blush on her cheeks darkening, a slow smirk curving her lips. “You know if you wanted, you could call me tonight.”

“Call you?” Steve says, swallowing hard.

“You like fairy tales right, Cap?”

“I...yes?”

“Mhmm, call me and I’ll read you a bedtime story,” Darcy says, voice low and seductive, though the color doesn’t fade from her cheeks. Steve opens and closes his mouth like a damn fish gasping for air.

“I...yeah,” Steve says, wondering if it would be better if he swallowed his own damn tongue than stutter like a fool.  “I’ll call you tonight, Darcy,” he says, firmly – using just the edge of the Captain America persona to lend strength to his voice. Darcy’s eyes widen, teeth dragging over her bottom lip a moment before she blows him a kiss across the small space between them. 

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Ipod Shuffle Drabbles (Darcy/Steve) first thing written for this fandom. Darcy falls back in time to meet Steve. I still want to expand this, at least the last section into a proper fic.

Plant Lavender for Luck (Darcy/Steve) - crossover with Practical Magic- Darcy is an Owens, Steve is on babysitting duty. Fluff, flirting and magic.

Promises and Pie-crust Darcy/Steve - Fluff and pie and recipes. Honestly it was only meant to be a few chapters, but the pie… It’s just all about the pie.

Brittle Bones (Darcy/Bucky Darcy/Steve)- an arc of three fics, full of angst and emotion and It’s all Katy’s fault. Some of my best writing in here. It is complete.

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door (Darcy/Steve)- road trip fic. One of my favourite stories, I love how Darcy turned out in this one. It has a hurt/comfort flavour to it. Secretly i want to write more for this verse.

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart (Darcy/Steve)- New Year’s Eve fluff with Darcy dressed as WWII Wonder Woman.

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds (Darcy/Steve) accidental marriage fic. I had a freaking ball writing this and I want to write more in this verse to see what happens when Coulson and the team get the SitRep. Oh dear.

the way you hold your knife (Steve/Darcy/Bucky)- undercover assignment, lingerie oodles of banter. Aka the fic where I fell in love with Bucky. Aka Meri is too cowardly to write actual porn so this is what you get.

I’ve been careless with a delicate man (Darcy/Steve) Darcy is awkward, Steve is awkward, and Clint crashes a quinjet. I am really really cruel to them.

Spilled Ink (Darcy/Steve) Darcy asks Steve to help her with an assignment. Not quite smut but still rather hot I think.

pick you out a soldier (Darcy/Jensen) Crossover with the Losers. Co-Written with Mel. She tolerated me going batshit crazy writing dialogue and fangirling so hard over this. It turned out ace though. We made a great team.

lullabies for superheroes Darcy takes care of Avengers turned into babies. Steve is adorably clingy, Natasha is a pretty princess and Clint is a little bugger. I loved writing this one and it got loads of kudos though not so many comments. I have a prompt to write more in this verse.

electricity hitting metal prompt fills and ficlets that don’t fit anywhere else. Mostly Steve/Darcy. But some ot3 and Darcy/Bucky and friendship fic. It has 20 chapters now. Sheesh.

Cotton Candy and Photographs (Darcy/Bucky) fluff and smut at the boardwalk.

gun, glasses and spiked heels(Darcy/Steve) undercover assignment leading to a bit of smut.

Slow Like Honey- (Darcy/Steve) First thing I wrote for the trope_bingo “secretly a virgin” space before I wrote Careless. It's smut in two ficlets.

I was drawn by the fire- (Darcy/Bucky Darcy/Steve shades of ot3) Darcy and Bucky are seeing each other and Steve is jealous. Bucky likes to play games. It's really just smut with a smidge of plot.

Star Spangled Burlesque- Darcy is a burlesque dancer who at the last minutes ends up doing a Captain America routine in front of an amused bunch of Avengers and a chagrined Steve Rogers.

Candyman- Steve catches Darcy dancing in her underwear.

Ice Storm- Steve/Darcy- porn with some plot and feelings and a little bit dom!Steve.

Call Me- Darcy is the team's Garcia. There is flirting and awkwardness and phone sexoccurs.

the only thing that's real- This is my favourite Verse. Darcy escapes captivity and is more than a little bit crazy. I have more ideas for a second story set right after this fic ends.

it's just a little crush -Darcy has a crush on Steve. She is never ever going to admit it though. Really she isn't....and then he kisses her. mild smut.

the water's edge- Darcy and Steve go skinny dipping. Smut occurs.

three o'clock- Steve and Darcy are the best of friends, living in a bubble of snark and dry humour. Except they might be missing something that everyone else sees.

Coffee- Agent Lewis meets Commander Rogers. Things almost go smoothly. Almost.

rednecks, alien weapons and pickup trucks sequel to "gun, glasses and spiked heels". It's banter, snark, mission sex in a truck.  The second fic in the Rush Verse.

Impressed yet? (Darcy/Jensen) Agent Lewis is working and really has no time to be flirting. Really. Darcy Lewis and Jake Jensen from the Losers. It's cracky fluff.

when it rains (Darcy/Steve) It's late at night, pouring with rain and a hero is knocking at her door. Angst and feels. (now complete)


All This Time (Darcy/Steve)The one where Bucky is a pretty crappy bro. Smut and humour.


Chinchillas, utility belts, and storage rooms- (Darcy/Steve) third story in the Rush Verse. I am really pleased with the banter in this one. 

Bored- (Steve/Darcy) hotel room shenanigans, smut and snark and John Hughes films. 

a funny thing happened on the way to hq-  (Steve/Darcy)the one with paper cups, nanites and public nudity. rated T. friendship and humour.

lay that pistol down- (Steve/Darcy) War Time AU where Darcy is one of the chorus girls.  Smut, humour and feels oh my. I love this verse and plan on revisiting it soon.

no hesitation--no heart of gold- (Steve/Darcy) the author should not be allowed to watch John Hughes movies. It's fluffy smut and crack. The things I do best apparently.

doubting thoughts, picked locks, and canaries- part 4 of the Rush Verse . I really love how this chapter turned out: the banter, Darcy being a little unsure about what she is, their growing relationship. The fic didn't get a lot of love, it's smut and people don't often kudo and comment but that's okay, I still love this chapter and this verse.

Phone calls, dive bars, and motorcycles- Rush Verse 5.Darcy and Steve have a lazy morning or at least they try to. The phone rings with a call to assemble and Darcy has an assignment of her own. I love this verse so much and how it has evolved and they are developing feelings for each other. Also Canary is the best thing ever.. 

This doesn't have to be anything at all- (Steve/Darcy) Sometimes you do the wrong thing when you mean to do the right thing. Angst.

I'm on fire- It's not every day Tony Stark pops his head through Jane's lab doors. It's more like every other Tuesday. Whatever the reason, it doesn't really matter. He's the boss...sort of.

Dirt In the Skirt- crossover with A League of Their Own. Darcy plays for the Peaches and meets Captain America.

But I'll be stumbling away (slowly learning that life is okay)-
 (Steve/Darcy) Darcy buys a vintage Captain America Comic book and is transported back in time to meet a skinny little guy with a big mouth. 

Montana
- (Steve/Darcy) Steve visits Darcy at her family's ranch in Montana. Friends to lovers.

the random and the ridiculous- a collaboration project with Katy where we turn our ridiculous conversations into fics. 

'cause we are fires in the night- (Steve/Bucky/Darcy) Banter, feels, smut. I am sooo addicted to writing banter. Steve being a smartass is my kryptonite.

this is as good a place to fall as any- (Steve/Darcy)Most of her work at S.H.I.E.L.D. involves paperwork and hacking into other government databases, not industrial espionage and getting to play Sydney Bristow.




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au: circusslaveficau: historicalsnowed inforced to marry
accidental baby acquisitionroad tripde-agedcross-dressingholiday
time travelmistletoe kissFREE

SPACE
food pornsecret twin / doppelganger
wingficvirginfic / secretly a virginalpha / beta / omegasoul bonding / soulmateshandcuffed/bound together
au: neighborsaccidental marriageau: were/vamp/supernaturalsecret childmind control



by: [personal profile] merideath
fandoms: Avengers
tropes: slavefic, road trip, mistletoe kiss,virgin fic/secretly a virgin, accidental marriage


Fic: the way you hold your knife (Avengers, Steve/Darcy/Bucky, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, James 'Bucky' Barnes, slavefic)
summary/preview: On paper the assignment looked simple—get in, get the vial of serum, and get out again. Cut and dried no big deal. Until you read the small print and the details of the party that would be the way in. She wasn’t alone thankfully, but she wasn’t sure if that make things better or a hell of a lot worse. First, there was Captain America, Steve Rogers, The Star Spangled Man with a Plan—or at least a very shiny shield. Then there was Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes, former Winter Soldier and newly recovered amnesiac.
content notes: no archive warnings apply, mild sexual content

Fic: I keep the ends out for the tie that binds (Avengers, Steve/Darcy, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, accidentally married)
summary/preview: Junior Agent Darcy Lewis is about 112% this assignment was a bogus way to get her, Agent Barton and Captain Rogers out of S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. Why else would they be sent out in the middle of the Nevada desert? Really they didn't cause that much chaos in the tower. Honest. OK so maybe the assignment's not so bogus when they actually stumble upon a compound filled with archaic Hydra weapons and maybe kinda end up stealing government files and setting fire to said compound. Really it could happen to anyone, right? Now Clint wont stop singing Johnny Cash, Captain America is wearing his unimpressed face and Darcy really doesn't want to get fired. They are rattling down the highway in a car riddled with bullet holes and one flat tire.
content notes: no archive warnings apply

Fic: and that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart (Avengers, Steve/Darcy, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, a few other characters pop up, mistletoe kiss)
summary/preview: New Year's Eve party at Stark Tower, Darcy is dressed as WWII Wonder Woman, Steve is just dressed in replica arm dress greens.
content notes: no archive warnings apply.

Fic: Last thing I remember, I was running for that door (Avengers, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Phil Coulson, Darcy/Steve, road trip)
summary/preview: Darcy bit her lip and blinked but a few insubordinate tears tracked down the soot, sweat and ruined makeup on her face. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was not going to cry on the phone to her boss with Captain America sitting beside her. “Cap’s with me. I jacked a car; we’re over the bridge, headed north. Cap’s bleeding from a GSW. I don’t know how badly. It looks bad. They were after him. We got separated from the others. They knew Steve was Captain America. I am not prepared for this. It was just supposed to be Jane getting an award. I’m not finished with my training yet. What the hell happened back there?”

“Put the Captain of the phone Probationary Agent Lewis. We’ll talk about your hotwiring abilities and addiction to procedural dramas another time.” Coulson replied dryly.
content notes: no archive warnings apply. M rating, Steve is bleeding from a gunshot wound, though not graphic Darcy does have to clean the wound.

Fic: I've been careless with a delicate man (Avengers, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Steve/Darcy, virgin fic/secretly a virgin)
summary/preview: Darcy and Steve suffer mutual mortification everytime they meet.
content notes: no archive warnings apply

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EDIT: all the fics are complete and posted to AO3 now.


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