#ShieldShock

[paperbackribs]

So the confusion I face when trying to work out a ship on tumblr because

There's Eddie

Not to be confused with Ed

Who's with Stede

Not to be confused with Steve

No, not this Steve either

He's with Bucky

Sometimes they're with Darcy, too

No, not this Darcy

He's with Lizzie

[r3volutionary-queen]

Hello tumblr world. I still lurk! I still read your asks! I still read your messages! I still struggle with work-life balance and anxiety/depression in a draining capitalist society when I would rather hide in the woods and write until the sun explodes (which might be soon)!

That being said, I received the most lovely notification this morning of the most incredible fanvid that was made of Ignition. One of my incredible readers (alicewinter_ao3) has been taking on the immense task of translating the entire story into Russian and this video came as a result of their efforts! The edits and the attention to tiny details from the fic are so insanely well done, I had to share it here.

SERIOUSLY. GO WATCH IT. IDK HOW THEY MADE THIS BUT I’M SCREAMING.

Funny story: I had actually opened up ignition last night and wrote about a thousand words. First time in forever. Then, this morning, I wake up to this.

Maybe it’s a sign.

Also, I really, really miss all of you.

[pollydoodles]

Baby Mama

What to do when your best friend has the world's cutest baby, and your biological clock suddenly starts ticking loud enough for the whole Avengers tower to hear?

-"Oh god," Darcy said suddenly.

"What?" Jane's head popped up over the desk, instantly alert in that way she managed only when either Thomas was about to stick one chubby finger into an electrical socket, or one of her machines was ready to explode. "What have you done to my son?"

"Nothing," Darcy protested in an injured tone. "He's absolutely fine." She paused. "I mean, he's covered in chocolate, but from the point of view of him still having all four limbs attached and the usual amount of eyeballs, he's fine." Jane visibly relaxed, resting her chin on the edge of the desk as she knelt behind it, pulling faces at Thomas who giggled wildly and shook his fists at her.

"I just..." Darcy said carefully, hands squeezing into Thomas and putting her head behind his so that her face was obscured from Jane as she continued. "I just realised I want one."

[dreaminonao3]

Woke up to an email from AO3 stating that the person who had left a comment on every chapter of the first fic in my Templar Knight!Steve/Darcy fic and all the rest of the fics in the series has decided to write their own Knight!Steve/Darcy fic, except Steve is a woman, a lesbian, and is impregnated after being raped by the Red Skull back in the 1300s then "dies" four months pregnant.

This person didn't even tell me they were going to write this fic before they uploaded the cover and cast bios (as separate chapters and padding the chapter count like that feels like it should be a TOS violation). They did credit me and my first Templar Knight!Steve fic in the author's notes but holy fucking hell, I wish this person had asked me beforehand if it was okay to use my AU.

And it is my AU, no one else has written this.

I sure as fuck do not want to approve linking my fic to theirs.

What a shitty fucking way to start my day.

ETA: They uploaded a third "chapter" that is author's notes in the body of the chapter. I reported the fic as being non-story, so we'll see what happens.

ETA: The fic has been taken down!!!

[grimeysociety]

And I never saw you coming | xii.

“You sound weird,” she retorted, shifting a little. 

“No, it’s just -” he improvised a wave of his arm, gazing around for something, anything. “I…”

“You’re jealous,” Wanda added. 

(the finale! yay!)

[janeykath318]

Merry Christmas to the five other Shieldshock shippers left. We are a small but enthusiastic bunch.

[puzzlebean]

Okay I am procrastinating from the things I actually need/planned to write and want to get myself back in the flow so I'm opening up requests for fics between 100 and 1000 words.

I will write for:

Max Verstappen/Lewis Hamilton

Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc

Max Verstappen/Lewis Hamilton/Charles Leclerc

Max Verstappen/Lando Norris

Max Verstappen/Oscar Piastri

Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff/Darcy Lewis

Wanda Maximoff/Monica Rambeau

Steve Rogers/Scott Lang

Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis

Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham

Ava Silva/Beatrice

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

made up fic title: Absolutely the Fuck Not

Thank you for asking, babe! Okay this one came to me when I saw a billboard for Rogers: The Musical!

The aforementioned atrocity becomes so popular and well-loved that it's put on in high schools across the country after its initial Broadway run. Darcy Lewis, however, is infuriated. She's still with (a non-shitty version of) SWORD, though she's not security-cleared to know what's up with Steve Rogers on the moon. And because she's sentimental, she sometimes stops by Westview or Puente Antiguo for old times' sake with the facade of making sure there are no trace anomalies from all the Avengers shenanigans that took place there.

She spots a sign in one of the towns that a high school is putting on Rogers: The Musical! and one of the locals that she's gotten on good terms with invites her to come check it out. It's a small high school, so the arts funding is...minimal, to say the least, and they have a grand total of one beleaguered drama teacher who makes these things happen. The drama teacher is fine with it, though, the art teacher at the school is surprisingly outstanding/efficient at making set pieces and backdrops, and he's always happy to lend a hand.

And, come his standing ovation at the performance that Darcy just so happens to see...looks hauntingly familiar. Hence Darcy's opening line of "Absolutely the fuck not."

[aenariasbookshelf]

you say you want (me) (part nine of ?)

title: you say you want (me) (part nine of ?)

author: Aenaria

rating: G

Weekly prompt: salute to Jimmy Buffet/Pirate AU week at @darcylewisbingohq

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers

tags/warnings: Darcy/Steve, soulmate AU                                                 

Summary: In a world where having a soulmate mark is the norm for most people, Darcy Lewis is one of the rare few unmarked people. Of course, this doesn’t stop her from finding the right partner. 

Note: I’ve finally got this collection up on AO3! You can find it here. 

*

When Steve and Darcy spoke about going on vacation, they’d planned something quiet, a hotel room somewhere down the shore for a week and spending time on the beach with a couple of towels and a cooler.

Then Tony stepped in.

“Look, no one needs a vacation more than you do, and I know you,” Tony pointed out when Steve had confronted him about the reservations that had shown up in his inbox. “Neither you nor Darcy would even think to treat yourselves like this.”

“Because it costs an arm and a leg.” 

Tony shrugs, not meeting Steve’s eyes as he shuffles around his lab. “Not for me. You deserve to go somewhere special, so let me do this for you, okay?”

Well, who was Steve to argue with that?

That’s how he and Darcy found themselves vacationing at a very exclusive full service resort somewhere in the Caribbean, with every need of theirs catered to, and with a level of privacy that they definitely wouldn’t have gotten on the Jersey Shore. Which, Steve has to admit, is far more appealing than it should be. The thought of spending his vacation signing autographs and answering questions about his not-soulmate girlfriend…yeah, it had given him pause.

On this vacation day, Steve wakes up late in the morning, with the sun shining through the double doors of their little villa right into his eyes. Actually, he’d been awake with the sunrise and had gone for a run on the beach, and when he’d returned Darcy was still in bed sound asleep, all soft and warm. It was hard to resist laying down next to her. He’d obviously dozed off again, because the sun is now higher in the sky and Darcy’s side of the bed is cool, long abandoned.

Still, there’s a note propped up on the mound of pillows next to him.

“At the beach, come find me xoxo.”

One bathing suit and a loose shirt later Steve heads over to one of the other beaches at the resort, the one that has the snack stands that Darcy fell in love with the day before. The sun’s practically baking his skin, the sand crunching between his toes, and it’s a lovely, novel feeling. It doesn’t take too long to spot Darcy’s lounger, close to the blue, crystalline water that laps against the sand. Although…

“Why are you wearing a pirate hat?” he asks.

Darcy tips her chin up at him, giving an aloof look from under the black and white felt of the cheap pirate hat. “I left my sun hat back in the room. The bartender was gracious enough to scrounge this up for me from behind the bar.” She raises the margarita she’s holding in her free hand in a toast and takes a pointed sip of it, as if daring him to comment.

Instead, a grin just spreads across Steve’s face. “It’s a stunning look on you.”

“Isn’t it just?” she smiles back. “Now, go grab a margarita and come soak up some of this beach air with me. It’s the perfect day for it.”

[hannahsfandos]

Darcy keeps on doing that sweet sweet torture

Steve realises his feelings might be even deeper than he thought possible.

Oh and Steve gets jealous.

(Again: Steve wouldn’t get a clue if it hit him in the face and called him stupid.)

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Panfandom Hanukkah Bingo 2023 @hanukkahbingo

K9. Bad Puns - Darcy Lewis @ AO3. Darcy emerges from the bedroom in her Hanukkah party garb. Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this.

[glynnisi]

Captain Ratmerica?

(ShieldShock Ficlet- Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers) for my 'Rapid Imaginings' collection

(Read on Ao3 instead)

It wasn't Darcy's first lab explosion. It might have been the largest. It was her first time that an explosion took down an entire building with it. The science building of the Avengers' Upstate Base was destroyed.

Darcy was still inside.

If you make your own luck? Darcy was a lucky, self-rescuing princess.

For years, she'd dealt with Jane's lab explosions. So, she knew how to read indicators. She knew which lab counter had been constructed to withstand getting stomped by the Hulk. She saw the indicators hit 'red' and she ducked under the right lab counter. So, when the building collapsed, Darcy didn't die. She wasn't even injured much. She had some scratches from fallen debris.

But, she was stuck.

Buried.

It was dark. The only noises she heard clearly were the sounds of shifting rubble and a far-off claxon that elevated her heart rate more. She urged herself to stay calm because she didn't have much oxygen left- easier said than done. No phone signal. She kept the phone in her hand, in case that changed. She fidgeted with the phone and with her engagement ring. She really wanted to live and make it to that wedding.

Hours passed.

The damned claxon blared on. Darcy hated the claxon. She loved the claxon. She began to wonder about the claxon.

She leaned against the counter leg, knees up and arms wrapped around them. The space under the counter was mostly-rubble free. She listened, not sure what she hoped to hear. She stared at the too-black darkness, hoping to see light.

Squeak

Darcy fumbled with her phone and turned on the flashlight, hardly able to see at first.

Squeak

She shrieked and flailed, "Go, away, rat! Nooooo! Don't eat my face."

"Darcy? Is that you? Oh, thank God!"

Darcy stopped screaming and nearly passed out, dizzy. "The rat's talking? I cracked. I'm insane. Steve? I..."

"Darcy. Calm down. You're not insane. Well, not very insane. The rat is trained to find survivors. He won't hurt you, honey. He's there to help me get you out."

Darcy's mouth fell open. "Captain Ratmerica? I mean... What?"

*muffled, relieved chuckle* "There's a two-way radio on the rat, Darcy. This is Steve. We're gonna get you out. What's your situation? There's a lot of interference. The explosive residue is emitting false heat signatures. Where were you when the building fell?"

"My situation is that I'm under a ton of rubble with a talking rat," Darcy groused. "Other than that, I'm fine. Late for our dinner date, but fine."

Squeak

"Are you wearing a backpack, Ratmerica? Oh, my God. That's adorable." Darcy let out a tense breath. "I'm under my lab counter, the Hulk-stomp-proof one? Limited air. Captain Ratmerica should leave and stop breathing my air."

Rubble shifted more. There were scraping and falling-rock noises. Crashing sounds. Darcy put her face down against her knees and hoped the rat wouldn't get squashed. Or touch her.

A hint of air movement blew into her under-table bubble. "Air?"

Then, everything changed. There was light and air and everything was dusty. And, she was in Steve's arms and she was okay. He carried Darcy out, bridal style, whispering, "got you, love. You're gonna be okay."

"What about Captain Ratmerica?" Darcy laugh-cried against her fiancé's shoulder.

Squeak

-END

-inspired by the rescue rats post

[bjorkshire-pudding]

Hey Val ^.^ 6, 7, 9 and 15 for the writer ask game! Have fun!

Hi Luna! Thanks for dropping by.💙😌

6. What ship(s) captured your heart? Hmmm... this is a difficult one, because most of my recent work has been written with either Character x OC or Character x Reader. But a long, long time ago when I used to write for the Marvel fandom, I was really into Tasertricks and ShieldShock. (If you're interested in reading any of my old works, you can follow the links.)

7. What character(s) captured your heart? This motherfucker right here. He just... yeah.

The thing about it is, I was warned about him. Years ago, my brother told me: "I feel like you'd like Captain Levi." I told him he was a fool. He's laughing now.

9. What fic meant the most to you to write? This answer goes hand in hand with the previous question, I think. Near the end of last year, I realized that there were some feelings of grief I hadn't fully processed yet in regards to my dad's sudden death a few years ago. I wrote something called Where the Sky Hangs, where I got a chance to explore those feelings and find catharsis in writing about them (and Levi is the male lead in it).

15. Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023. This recommendation comes with a bit of a caveat - the story was originally written and posted in 2022. I decided I didn't like how it had ended, however, and decided to do an almost-complete rewrite in 2023. It's one that was very recently finished called Against the Tide. It's an Ikemen Prince x Bleach crossover adventure fic featuring my Black OC, and you can read it here.

Ask me things!

[grimeysociety]

sometimes you're stressed because you're hosting your divorced parents for Christmas Eve dinner so you don't sleep and then ask an AI to generate some art at 5.30 AM

[pennywaltzy]

A coldness took over their body that only the warmth of another person could erase. -- Steve/Darcy

Just a little drabble this time, but I think it gets the point across.

Bringing Him Back To The Warmth - When he dreams of the cold, Darcy brings him back to the warmth.

READ @ AO3

At night, he would dream. He had been frozen in the ice but never really awake during it, thankfully. He hadn’t really felt the cold seeping into his veins except when the craft first hit the icy cold water. Thankfully it hadn’t submerged, but he had been semi-conscious for hours, feeling the cold nip at his skin. When he finally succumbed to unconsciousness, he had been the coldest he had ever been in his life, and having grown up poor in a tenement in Brooklyn, that was saying something. The years had slipped by and he had been oblivious, but at night sometimes he would dream of those first few hours and he would feel the chill all over again.

But then she was there. She could tell when he was dreaming of the cold because she would snuggle into him, draping her warmth over him, pulling the blanket tighter around them, spooning against him as if she were a lifeline. She was sassy and spunky and could read him like a book, whether he was awake or asleep. She always seemed to know just what he needed, sometimes even before then. And he would sink into her warmth like she was a beacon of light that radiated warmth like the sun.

And then the dreams would fade, and he would be at peace again, all thanks to the woman he chose to have by his side.

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

Soulmates and Cheese Fries (Shieldshock)

Steve was spending a lot of time at the gym, partly because he was bored in his retirement, and partly because of her. He’d nearly fallen off the treadmill the first time the curvy brunette hopped up on the machine two down from him. He’d not been so bowled over by a woman in decades and it freaked him out. She’d winked at him, and he’d nodded dumbly back, forcing himself to return to his running with intense concentration.

She’d appeared regularly after that and though they’d shared several nods, smiles, and stares (the ogling was mutual, he’d found out, when he’d caught her staring at him lifting weights) neither had said a word yet and he was deeply invested in this interesting game.

Darcy had been in a bit of a slump since Jane’s death and had made a New Year’s Resolution to get active again, hoping that a regular routine plus endorphins would help. It had to be just her luck that she happened to pick the same gym frequented by the All American hunk, Steve Rogers.

She’d frozen for a second when she’d recognized him on the treadmill, but sternly put her inner fangirl in check and got to jogging, unable to help but admire the way his muscles moved when he ran. When they moved to the weight machines, she was too busy trying to not die of exertion (being this out of shape was no fun) to really notice anything around her, but as she was wiping down the leg press bench, she looked up and accidentally met his gaze as he was lifting an ungodly amount of weight. He smiled at her and she felt warm all over.

She spent a long time thinking (and dreaming) about said smile, but never struck up a conversation with her silent gym buddy. Darcy was pretty sure Natasha would have been deeply disappointed in her, but she was reluctant to risk her little private fantasy being destroyed.

Their silent interactions continued over the next several weeks and Darcy started winking back at Steve’s little smiles. She may or may not have googled his relationship status. Then one day, he didn’t show up and didn’t return all that week. Darcy felt strangely bereft and kicked herself over the missed opportunity. She spent Valentine’s Day working, then took the next day off to revel in National Single’s Awareness day, capped off by a trip to her favorite pub for a celebratory drink.

She was sipping and chatting to Gary the awesome bartender, when she heard someone slide onto a nearby stool.

“Hey, Steve. The usual?” Gary greeted and Darcy almost did a spit take at the sight of her gym crush, looking unfairly good in semi casual attire,

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish a few times and then she blurted: “Hey, gym buddy, here to celebrate National Single’s Awareness day? You have to try the cheese fries.”

Steve turned to her, looking so shocked she was wishing she’d kept her mouth shut, but then he grinned at her.

“I was hoping it would be you. I was kinda bummed you didn’t show today.”

They stared at each other and Gary looked back and forth between them.”

“You guys okay?” he asked.

Darcy turned her hand palm up to show them her words.

Gary’s eyebrows raised and he beamed proudly at them.

“Well, congrats! Should I put in an order of cheese fries?” he asked, winking at Steve, who nodded without taking his eyes off of his soulmate. Her eyes were so blue, he could drown in them.

She hopped off her stool and took the one next to him, looking him up and down with great excitement.

“I took today off for some self care, but the universe found a way. I’m Darcy Lewis, by the way: astrophysicist and friend of Thor.”

“And I’m Steve Rogers, cheese fries devotee and gym rat.” He shook her hand and she felt downright giddy. “You wouldn’t believe how many different places I’ve gone for cheese fries on February 15.”

Darcy laughed. “While I definitely wished mine were more specific, they were comforting. I knew I Wasn't going to be rejected by my Soulmate. Believe it or not, it does happen.”

“I’ve heard the stories,” Steve sighed. “But seeing my soulmark stay steady the last few years gave me hope when I didn’t have much. I kept expecting it to fade, but it didn’t.”

“I’m too stubborn to die,” Darcy shrugged. “Just like you.”

There was much flirting over the cheese fries and sharing of stories involving their mutual friends. Talking to Steve turned out to be much easier than Darcy had imagined. He was funny, sarcastic, and showed genuine interest when she was talking, which was incredibly refreshing.

“I was kind of afraid you weren’t coming back to the gym,” Darcy admitted. “I didn’t know it was possible to miss someone I hadn’t spoken to before.”

“Me neither,” Steve agreed, rooting for the cheesiest fry he could find. “But I did. I was visiting Sam and Bucky last week and kept thinking about you. I took the red eye back to get back here for the 15th, just so I could finally say something and find out where it went.”

“Awww,” Darcy crooned, giving him her best heart eye look as she grabbed a fry. “That’s so fluffy!!” She finished off the last of her drink then turned back to Steve.

“A couple more questions, Mr. America.”

“Fire away.”

“First one, where are your Words? Second, would it be way too forward of me to kiss you?”

She spun around on her stool and he caught her hands as she stopped, laughing dizzily.

“I can’t believe Captain Cutie is my soulmate!”

“You’re adorable,” Steve chuckled, beaming down at her. He hadn’t smiled this much in years and it was a glorious feeling.

“But to answer your questions, my Words are right here,” he pulled up his shirt briefly to show the loopy scrawl trailing down his left side.

“Also,” Steve tugged her closer, so their knees were touching, “I’m up for a kiss if you are, Dr. Lewis.”

She was, indeed, very up for it.