Bat and I now have awesome ewok hoods made by @mimacoyo. So excited and cant wait to wear them out when it cools down. Got my adult size one from @alittleknownshop.
She hasnt realized she has a bear on her head yet. Haha.
Chewing on her ninteeth-o controller while watching Anastasia. Its a good morning.
Bat and daddy had band practice last night.
Been screaming all morning but apparently she enjoys Flight of the Conchords.
Bats loving on her orange kitty, Ramses, we bought at @alittleknownshop. Adorable cat made by @janiexy
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I hope you enjoy!
worth the wait (to give you my heart) - Ch. 2
Being in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Bucky was supposed to be easy, but then Darcy had to go and fall in love with him.
Darcy’s brow furrowed as she woke up, the bed shifting a little under her. She turned her head and blinked a few times before the fuzzy image of Bucky came into focus. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his t-shirt on over his head. The faint glow of sunrise was peeking through her window and she nearly sighed. Yet another morning he would sneak back to his place. Things as per usual, she reminded herself.
She rubbed her cheek on her pillow and let out a long, sleepy breath, stretching her toes out toward the end of the bed.
He turned his head to see her and she didn’t bother closing her eyes.
"Morning," he said.
This is such a super overused (BUT OMG I NEVER GET SICK OF THE FAKE!DATE/FAKE!MARRIED) trope, but I wanted to go the route of them both needing fakeouts. Also? This is the first tumblr fic where I have a legitimate sequel written in my head for it. HA. It will not be written though as I need to actually write my bang as I’m 90% sure I’m going to have to pull out because it is not wanting to be written.
Darcy corners him in the hall between Stark’s lab and the bank of private elevators that head up to the residences on the South side of the tower. At first she doesn’t really say anything at all, just steps directly into his path, waits until he comes to a complete stop, and pulls out what looks like a blueberry pie (blackberry, maybe?) and smiles at him so sweetly he feels his hackles start to rise.
"What do you want?"
Her eyebrows rise. “That’s not very polite. Can’t a girl give a dude a pie without some sort of nefarious ulterior motive?”
Bucky tries to lay his most unimpressed, most unbelieving look on her. He wouldn’t claim to know Darcy Lewis all that well, but she’s not the type to shower random guys with baked goods for no reason. Frankly, she’s more the type to eat the baked good and chuck the leftover tin at random guys. “No.”
Her grin is wolfish. “Yeah, okay.”
The pie smells disgustingly good. He leans down to sniff at it; it smells sugary and delicious and he can feel his mouth start to water. When he tips his eyes up to look at her through his eyelashes, she’s peering back at him, amused.
"Did you make this?" he asks.
And then she laughs right in his face. “No.” Some of his annoyance must telegraph on his face because she follows it up by saying, “Trust me, you wouldn’t want to eat it if I made it. Do I look like Martha Stewart to you? I don’t know how to bake a fucking pie. However, I do know how to buy a really expensive, overpriced one at some artsy fartsy bakery that uses organic blueberries and what must have been, I don’t know, the tears of a thousand albino rhinos given what I paid for it.”
God, it looks good. Pie is his one weakness. (False: sex is another weakness, but it’s generally not traded for goods and services in Stark’s hallways - that he knows of - so in this scenario pie would be his one exploitable weakness.) So he screws up his mouth and says, “Okay, so what do I need to do for the pie?”
Darcy grins like she’d be clapping her hands together if she wasn’t currently holding a pie. “I need a boyfriend.”
What the hell?
"I don’t know if I can help you with that, Lewis. That sounds more like something you’ll need a psychiatrist and a dating website with very loose subscription standards for."
Darcy smiles, but she gets the look Natasha gets when she’s thinking about all the ways in which she is going to hurt Bucky when they spar. “Oh I’m sorry, did I say I wanted decent but emotionally vacant sex with a time travelling World War II vet? No, I did not.”
"DECENT?" His tone aims for intimidating annoyance and lands somewhere near irritated toddler. He also didn’t time travel, but whatever.
"Of course that’s the part that you focus on. Chill, I’m not asking you to put out, you big baby," she says as she puts the pie down on the ledge of the windows overlooking one of the labs. "Here’s the thing. My mother has a rampant case of oh my baby, my only baby, when are you going to GIVE ME GRANDBABIES?!, and has decided that working for THA MAN as she calls it is hardening me into a,” she makes air quote motions with her fingers while rolling her eyes, ”career woman, whatever the hell that is, and I won’t want to have babies when I’m busy living off the high of fucking up people for THA MAN, blah blah blah.”
"What?" Bucky followed about half of that, the other half being Darcy-speak, which generally leaves both him and Steve completely flummoxed. There’s no way it’s English.
"She wants me to pop out some kids now that her nest is empty so she can live vicariously through my reproductive system."
That makes Bucky stop for a second. He remembers how excited his own mother was for grandchildren, though he wasn’t serious enough with a girl back then for it to become a real issue. (And by the time he would have been a good age to start seriously considering kids, he was falling from a train.) “You don’t want kids?”
Her jaw juts out to the side like she’s genuinely irritated. “Listen, I’m twenty-four and I’m not hanging a no vacancy sign on my uterus any time soon as I figure I’ve got a good decade or so of fantastic, promiscuous sex left.”
This came in the mail today. Yay thanks @originalfunko #hikaribatman
title: worth the wait (to give you my heart)
category: mcu; thor/captain america/avengers
prompt: friends with benefits, and then feelings happen - anonymous (Tumblr)
word count: 7,032
summary: Being in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Bucky was supposed to be easy, but then Darcy had to go and fall in love with him.
polyvore:  
Darcy’s back arched up off the bed, her eyes squeezed shut. Pleasure rippled through her; not enough, just waves of it came and went too quickly. Her heels dug into the mattress, while her hand gripped his hair, tangling it around her fingers. She was having trouble remembering to breathe; her lungs burned and the noises coming from her throat were left strangled and cracked.
Bucky lifted his head from between her thighs, his lips wet with her and his breathing a little labored. “You good?”
Panting, she glared down at him and gave his head a nudge. “Don’t ask questions you already knows the answers to,” she huffed.
high school au [prequel]
[This is a prequel to the high school au prompt I filled. This explores Bucky’s feelings for Darcy that lead to the events of that fic. You can find a link to it at the bottom, since it’s technically a sequel to this.]
“Maybe she isn’t in to football.”
“Huh?” Bucky turned to find Steve standing beside him, hands braced on his hips. “What?”
“That’s why you’ve been showing off for the last ten minutes, right? Because you’re hoping she’ll see…” Steve grinned knowingly. “You didn’t think I recognized her?”
Bucky rolled his eyes, tossing the ball from one hand the other. “It’s not me, right? She hasn’t looked up once…”
Steve shrugged. “Must be a good book.”