#ShieldShock

[snailsarecute]

my little shieldshock heart is melting.

[grimeysociety]

Here goes another one, let's see... Darcy is trying out a new perfume that she created for herself, but she's not sure if it's right for her. This can take place either at the compound or the Tower. Steve catches a whiff of her new scent on the air currents, and it's driving him crazy trying to find the source. When he finds Darcy, she goes all awkward and apologetic, thinking she offended his super sniffer, when he basically face plants into her neck to roll in her scent like a dog. He is of course mortified, and asks her out for coffee to apologize. Not sure if this would be too reminiscent of your ABO fic though.

Absolutely not SFW. Also I wrote this on my phone in Google docs so pls forgive formatting.

Darcy spritzed her wrist and sniffed.

Nope. Still maybe too much amber.

She huffed and leaned over her lab bench, elbow-deep in notes and beakers, hoping to somehow nose-blind herself into certainty. Creating a custom perfume had seemed like a fun hobby—something tactile and grounding, something to distract her from the endless swirl of weird Avengers-adjacent politics. But now she couldn’t tell if it smelled right. Did it scream “science goddess” or “trying too hard”?

She was so deep in her own second-guessing that she didn’t notice him right away.

Steve stood just inside the open door of the lab, wide-eyed and visibly rattled.

“Uh,” she blinked. “Hey?”

He stared. “What... what is that?”

Darcy lifted the perfume vial. “This? It’s just a thing I made. Sorry—if it’s too strong, I’ll—”

He was already crossing the room, footsteps slow but deliberate, like he was fighting something primal. She watched, frozen, as his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared again.

“You made this?” he asked, voice hoarse. “It’s on you.”

She nodded, uneasy. “Yeah, I was just testing it out—”

And then Steve Rogers, Captain America, American apple pie in human form, dipped his head, grabbed her by the waist, and buried his face in the side of her neck with a choked-off groan.

Darcy squeaked. “Steve?!”

He jolted back like he’d been caught humping a couch.

“Fuck—sorry—I didn’t mean—Christ,” he stammered, backing up with both hands in the air. “I just—can I take you to coffee? Or dinner? Or—anything. I’ll stop. I’m so sorry.”

Her brain still hadn’t caught up. Her skin burned where his nose had been. Her thighs pressed together without permission.

“...Can I say yes and pretend none of that just happened?”

He blinked. “You’re not weirded out?”

“I’m turned on and weirded out,” she said honestly. “But mostly turned on.”

That was all it took. It happened all at once.

Steve surged forward, grabbed her by the waist again, and kissed her like he’d been starved for years. No hesitation. No restraint. His mouth was hot and open, his tongue sweeping in deep, hands dragging her flush against him like he couldn’t bear even a molecule of space between them.

She moaned into his mouth, arousal striking her like a fever. He was hard, thick and unrelenting behind the fly of his jeans, and it took only seconds for him to back her into the nearest counter.

“You smell like everything I’ve ever wanted,” he muttered against her skin. “I couldn’t fucking think straight.”

“Then stop thinking,” she whispered, and pulled his belt open.

He didn’t hesitate. He shoved her skirt up around her hips, dragged her panties down her thighs, and dropped to his knees like a religious obligation.

Darcy gasped as he hooked her leg over his shoulder. His breath was hot on her inner thigh.

“Steve—holy shit—”

“Let me have it,” he growled. “Let me taste what you smell like.”

And then his mouth was on her.

His tongue swept over her with obscene hunger, hot and greedy, like he needed to memorize every part of her with his mouth. He flattened his tongue and dragged, slow and heavy, then sucked her clit between his lips until she gasped and bucked and grabbed fistfuls of his hair.

She didn’t know when she started moaning his name. Didn’t care.

“Fuck—Steve—I’m gonna—”

“Come on me,” he panted, voice dark and ragged. “Come on my fucking tongue.”

She shattered. Her thighs shook. Her back arched off the lab counter as he groaned into her, tongue flicking relentless, hands anchoring her like he could keep the world from slipping out from under them both.

When she finally came down, panting and limp, he stood—eyes dark, lips wet, erection pressing against his boxers—and yanked his cock out like he couldn’t take another second.

“Please tell me you want more,” he said, already lining himself up.

She reached for him, voice wrecked. “Don’t make me beg.”

“You’re gonna anyway,” he growled, and pushed inside.

She screamed.

He was huge, thick, the stretch delicious and blinding. He barely gave her time to adjust before he was slamming into her, mouth latched to her neck again.

“Fuck—you feel so good—better than anything—”

“Steve—”

Her fingers clawed at his shoulders. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist. The countertop rattled under them, equipment threatening to crash to the floor, but she didn’t care. He was pounding into her like he meant to stay there.

He cursed into her mouth. Called her perfect. Made for me, so fucking sweet…

She came again with a strangled cry, and that did it. He followed her with a guttural noise that was almost a roar, spilling inside her in thick, pulsing waves, hips stuttering even as he kept thrusting through it.

When he finally stopped, both of them breathless and wrecked, he slumped forward, forehead against hers.

They were still halfway clothed. Her leggings hung off one ankle. His jeans were around his thighs. They were going to have to bleach this countertop a couple times.

Darcy was the one who spoke first.

“So, uh. Still want to get that coffee?”

Steve smiled, and it was wrecked and beautiful.

“Only if you promise to wear that perfume again.”

[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

[crimsoncold]

Tagged by @kitnjon thanks so much for tagging me 💙- this was simultaneously very fun and incredibly nostalgic

Post gifs of your top 10 favorite ships

+ Bonus All Time Fav Crack Ship

(have to post in multiple gifs as looking back on it this ot3 never actually all appeared in the same scene 🤪)

Tagging @sweetaprilbutterfly @esther-dot @thewolvescalledmehome in case any of them want to participate

[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."

[aenariasbookshelf]

New Fic: Come Down to the Sea

You want a ShieldShock pirate!AU? Well, I got you covered.

Just do NOT look for historical accuracy.

[hannahsfandos]

fic by the numbers

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most subscribers, and fic with the fewest words.

Most Hits: Please Honey (just tell me you want me) Darcy x Bucky, MCU, multichap (completed), 23 650 hits

Heartbroken and bitter, Darcy Lewis navigates a life surrounded by superheroes, her ex and his new girlfriend. Good thing she has good friends and a Netflix account to get her though it... a tall handsome Sergeant doesn't hurt either.

Second Most Kudos: Operation: Plums  Darcy x Bucky, MCU, Multichap (not completed), 1 110 kudos

Steve gets sent on an important mission to pick up... plums? *** "Who are you?" “I’m Darcy Lewis.” She smiled and held out her left hand to him, wiggling her fingers under his nose so he could see the diamond ring sparkling there. “I’m Bucky’s fiancé.” ***

Third Most Comments: 3 Years, 6 Months, 5 Hours (and the 365 days after that) 

Steve x Darcy, MCU, Multichap (not completed... but sooo close), 88 comment threads.

What do you do when you have a crush on your friend? Well if you're Steve Rogers, you'll avoid her like the plague. What do you do when that plan backfires in the worst way possible? Over and over again? I'm seriously asking here because Steve has no clue.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: Therapy Cooking 

Darcy x Bucky, MCU, oneshot, 256 bookmarks. (one of my favourite fics that I've ever written tbh)

Bucky enrolls in a cooking class recommended to him by Sam. (Well Sam signs him up and Bucky decides he's got nothing to lose by going.) It's a therapy cooking class for people with PTSD, and the brunette that ordered Chinese food instead of cooking is rather intriguing. Her name is Darcy and she’s clever, and she doesn’t make a big deal out of his shoulder stump.

Fifth Most Subscriptions: Cosmic Love 

Darcy x Bucky, MCU, multichap (completed), 67 subscribers

Darcy had been through enough life-changing encounters in her life to warrant her own TV-show. Or at least a lifetime move... maybe two. However, following her boss to the most relcusive country in the world in the name of science (and funding) leads to probably the most life-altering encounter in her life thus far... she just doesn't know it yet. Or: Darcy follows Jane to Wakanda and while working on her own astrophysics degree, she ends up befriending a lost asset, finding his way in a strange new world

Fic with Fewest Words: Samesies 

Steve x Darcy, MCU, Oneshot, 1 656 words

Steve runs into a friend he hasn't seen in a while, and because these kinda things just happen to Steve, he also runs into his ex on the same day. All he wanted was to learn how to bake.

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

December 21 Holiday Prompt Fic: Shieldshock

Prompts: Shieldshock, mutual pining, mistletoe

Natasha was the first to notice as she usually was in most things. Jane Foster and her intern, Darcy Lewis, moved into the Tower due to security issues at their previous residences.

“I better not see any Dark Elves around here, Stark!” Darcy had proclaimed loudly.

Steve had been introduced to Darcy and seemed perfectly normal about it to the casual viewer, but Natasha noticed the tiniest hint of something in his eyes when he looked at her that suggested interest. She’d never seen that look for any one of the women she’d tried to set him up with. But the biggest tell was the huge genuine smile he gave when Darcy made an impertinent joke about the size of his shield.

“He always did like them sassy,” she thought to herself, already planning the best way to throw them together.

Thor, surprisingly, was the next Avenger to notice the sparks between his lightning sister and shieldbrother.

“Lady Darcy, Steven has been frequently visiting the labs,” he observed. “He seems to always be seeking you. Is he attempting courtship?”

Darcy flushed and shook her head vehemently.

“No, of course not. He’s just being helpful, that’s all. We’ve had to move a lot of equipment around and he loaned us his muscles. Like Steve would ever be into a broke intern!”

“You underestimate yourself,” Thor told her gravely.

Clint Barton was often misjudged to be oblivious to everything when he was off duty. However, this was a gross misconception that he enjoyed encouraging. His sharp eyes noted plenty of Steve and Darcy interactions and he frequently gossiped with Natasha over their “ship”.

“Hey, Steve, you ask her out yet?” he asked one day as they were traveling home from stopping another wanna be supervillain.

“Ask who out?” Steve asked, blinking in confusion.

So oblivious. Clint mentally sighed.

“Why Darcy, of course. You spend an awful lot with her or talking about her.”

“I do not,” Steve denied, brow furrowing. “Well, maybe I do enjoy hanging out with her and she taught me how to navigate social media, but we’re just friends. There’s no way she likes me like that. Besides, she’s got a boyfriend now.”

Clint shook his head. “A long distance boyfriend who’s visited exactly once and is kind of a wet noodle. Darcy can do better.”

“She can also do better than me, that’s for sure,” Steve muttered. But Clint thought Cap looked rather glum after their talk.

Tony Stark noticed when Darcy was kidnapped and Steve went absolute berserk in the fight to rescue her.

“Wow, capsicle! Were you trying to take their heads off?” he asked in amazement as Steve strode toward a wide eyed Darcy and broke her cell door like the Avenger he was.

“Do you see what I’m seeing?” Tony whispered to Natasha as Steve gently checked Darcy for injuries and gave her some soft reassurances that made her smile crookedly at him.

“Yep. It’s about time you noticed, Stark.”

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked curiously, knowing her love of encouraging matches.

“Nothing for now. But if they persist too long in their denial, measures will be taken to help them see the obvious,” She stated, a note of almost unholy glee in her voice.

“He’s kinda cute when he’s all lovestruck,” Tony commented. “Don’t tell him I said that, though.”

Bruce Banner found out when a sad Darcy poured out her heart after the fall of Shield. She’d been to see Steve in the hospital and had been greatly shaken.

“He almost died, Bruce! He was so doped up on pain meds and they made him really loopy, but I’ve never seen him that beat up before. The worst part was, when the drugs wore off he looked so sad it hurt my heart. I hate seeing Sad Steve.”

“It’s a good thing he’s got friends like you and Natasha and Sam, then,” Bruce told her. “He’s going to need you more than ever. I can’t imagine the betrayal he must be feeling……”

He shook his head sadly. “And then of course, on today of that, finding out what happened to his oldest friend.”

Darcy winced. “Yeah. I’m not gonna go there with him unless he opens up on his own. The horror of it is just beyond words. I wish I could take some of that pain away.”

“You really care about him, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I don’t dare think too deeply about it, because I don’t want to get my hopes up, but yeah,” she admitted. “I don’t think either of us is anywhere near ready for that talk yet.”

Life ended up preventing Steve and Darcy from having that talk for over a decade. Steve was busy helping rebuild Shield, finding Bucky, dodging the law, and saving the universe and Darcy was busy finishing her degree, traveling the world, and Doing Science.

They were reunited at a Holiday Party at Clint’s house and Steve, looking devastatingly handsome with a new hairdo and a quiet confidence, strode towards Darcy, who lit up with a radiant happiness and let herself be engulfed in a hug.

“So, this is the woman he’s been pining after?” Bucky asked. “Because she’s totally his type.”

“Tasha and I were trying to get them together for years,” Clint explained. “Yelena and Kate have pledged to help me complete the mission. You in?”

“Hell, yes!” Bucky agreed, finishing off his drink and eying Steve and Darcy fondly. “It’s about time he let himself be happy.”

After some scheming from the four conspirators, Steve and Darcy were left to themselves.

“Hmmmm, methinks I smell a plot,” Darcy said suspiciously, noting the quiet around them.

“Me too,” Steve laughed, not taking his eyes off of her. “I hate to play right into their hands, but I think we both know why they did this and that this conversation has to happen.”

“Yeah,” Darcy agreed breathlessly. “I lived in denial so long, I still can hardly make myself believe it. But my goodness, the second you walked in, my heart went crazy.”

“Mine too,” Steve told her earnestly, taking her hand in his. “The truth is, I fell hard for you, Darcy. Very hard. We’ve put in a lot of blood, sweat, and tears and it’s high time we stopped beating around the bush and did something about it.”

Darcy grinned up at him happily.

“Very direct and to the point as usual, Cap. I am wholeheartedly on board.”

A sprig of mistletoe “randomly” appeared hanging on a string between them.

“Well, would you look at that. How convenient.”

Steve stared hard at the ceiling before looking down at Darcy’s laughing face.

“They’re just looking out for our best interests,” she defended playfully. “It would be a shame to waste such nice mistletoe, wouldn’t it?”

“Very much,” Steve said, and closed the gap between them.

[problematicsubmarine]

No one had made a DarcyLand community yet so I did (through main) anything and everything Darcy Lewis

[grimeysociety]

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

So help me god, that is a Steve Roger line! 🤣

And you know I only ship him with Darcy 😜

Please and thank you!

I've sent you a lot, I have zero expectations on if you do any of them. If you do pick one I know will be excellent 😁

They're halfway through some gala Darcy never agreed to attend, all crystal chandeliers and hors d’oeuvres she can’t pronounce. She’s wearing heels she already regrets, and Steve - goddamn Steve - is wearing the hell out of a tailored navy suit.

The kind that pulls over his chest like sin and tradition made a pact.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, low in her ear as they drift toward the bar.

“You wore that on purpose,” she says, eyes dragging down the V of his collar. “You’re trying to kill me.”

He grins. “Who, me?”

He orders for her without asking—he knows her drink—and places a warm palm on her lower back as they wait. His thumb traces slow, thoughtless circles, and it’s not fair, how casual he is. Like he doesn’t realize how wet she already is under this damn slip dress.

They take their drinks. Find a shadowy corner by the terrace doors.

His fingers brush the side of her thigh when she leans in to sip, letting her leg fall open a little. Just enough to let him know.

He stills.

Then he turns his head slightly, eyes flicking down and back up. There’s a twitch in his jaw. A pause in his breathing. And then, low and razor-sharp against the shell of her ear:

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”

Her stomach drops.

“Jesus,” she breathes, tightening her grip on her glass.

He’s close enough to kiss her throat, but doesn’t. Doesn’t need to. Just presses his hand flat against her hip, not quite high enough, not quite low enough.

“I’d spread you open right here,” he goes on, tone casual, cruel. “Sit you on the edge of the bar and fuck you with my mouth until you forgot your own name.”

She lets out a shaky breath, trying to focus on anything—anything—but the heat pooling in her core.

“Steve-”

“I’d take my time, too.” His voice dips darker. “Lap up every bit of you. Use my tongue, then my fingers. Thumb on your clit. Get you so close, over and over, you’d beg me to let you come.”

Her thighs clench.

“But we’re in public,” she whispers, biting the inside of her cheek.

“Mhm.” He smiles like it’s a secret. “So you’re gonna stand here, look pretty, and be a good girl while I talk you through it.”

“Fuck,” she whispers. “You are such an asshole.”

His hand slides down- finally - thumb pressing just below the hem of her dress.

“Feel what you’re doing to me?” he murmurs.

She can. His thigh brushes hers and it’s impossible to ignore how hard he is in his slacks.

“You could take me somewhere,” she says, trying to keep her voice steady. “We could sneak off.”

He shakes his head slowly. “No. Not yet. You’re going to stand here and squirm a little longer.”

She glares at him, skin prickling, thighs shaking. “You’re gonna pay for this later.”

“I’m counting on it,” he murmurs, brushing his lips just barely against her jaw. “I want you soaked for me by the time we leave. I want you so worked up you cry when I finally get my mouth on you.”

She’s never finished a drink so fast in her life.

[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.

[afteriwake]

To Good First Dates (A "Mutual Admiration Society" Fic)

So this fic serves to showcase their day together after Steve makes Darcy hangover breakfast, but there's also a canon dump of sorts letting you know what to expect in this series. I forgot to mention it's not "Thor: Love & Thunder" compliant, as Jane is Lady Thor but she's not dying of cancer, but yes. It takes elements of "Avengers; Endgame," "Black Widow," the Hawkeye series, WandaVision, "The Marvels" and "Thor: Love & Thunder" and mashes the bits that didn't make me mad/cry together. And Tony lives, too. He'll pop up later.

To Good First Dates - Steve cooks for Darcy, and everything goes pretty well.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE

They had settled in and watched trashy daytime TV instead of anything substantial, and Steve had let her curl into him, putting her arm around her shoulders for the most part. For as tiny as she was, Steve noted Darcy took up a lot of space on the sofa. But he didn’t mind. He was just happy she had agreed to let him cook dinner for her tonight.

It was a date, but not the kind he’d hoped she’d agree to. But there was time for him to impress her, something he found he really wanted to do. There was something about Darcy, the powerless astrophysicist who taught lectures to crowded halls and worked planet-side with S.W.O.R.D. and was still witty and charming and, yes, beautiful.

He had been nursing a crush since the blip had been resolved and Tony had rejoined the Avengers on a part time basis and they reached out to Nick Fury to see what he was doing. He’d been introduced to Monica Rambeau, Kamala Khan, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Jane and Darcy in one fell swoop by all the assorted Avengers and now they were all working in concert. But Darcy had been the one that stuck out to him.

Last night had been a blessing in disguise, apparently.

She started to doze and he took the opportunity to have some more groceries delivered to Jane’s apartment. Darcy had a place in Brooklyn but she often stayed in the guest bedroom of Jane's apartment in the Avengers Tower, according to Jane. The Avengers Tower had been reopened and housed all aspects of the Avengers, the planet-side S.W.O.R.D. operations that worked in conjunction with the Avengers, and the Young Avengers that Kamala and Kate were trying to get off the ground. He’d settled in just fine, and he was happy to see Jane had as well.

When Darcy woke up again the groceries had been delivered and he’d tried to time things so dinner would be ready before she’d woken up but he’d been off. She stood up and stretched before padding into the kitchen. “What smells so good?”

“Shrimp Alfredo with fettuccine noodles, and garlic bread,” he said. She was shorter than him but she rested her chin on his arm and he chuckled. “Want to try the Alfredo sauce?” It’s homemade.”

“Sure,” she said. He’d used baby shrimp in the sauce because he personally liked a lot of shrimp in each forkful, and he made sure there was at least two pieces of shrimp on the spoon of sauce he put to her lips, his hand hovering under the soon in case anything fell. This wasn’t his kitchen and he didn’t want to make a mess. He’d make enough for Jane to have some later, but he hoped Thor kept her occupied enough to let them have dinner alone.

“It’s good,” Darcy said, shutting her eyes and licking her lips, a small smile settling on her face. Steve found he was mesmerized, and snapped out of it when the tier went off for the bread.

“No wine with it, because...you know,” he said. “So I got sparkling apple cider.”

“Oh thank you,” she said, her smile widening. “No more booze for me for a long time.” She moved away from him and went to sit at one of the stools by the counter. “How did you learn to cook?”

“After I came out of the ice, I realized there was a lot to learn. I’d had to fend for myself when my ma died so I knew the basics, but I took a few courses between S.H.I.E.L.D. assignments and Natasha...she was a frequent taste tester.” It still hurt to think about his friend not being there. He missed Nat every day, just like he was sure Clint and Yelena did. She’d been his best friend, and he’ struggled to fill the hole she’d left in his life.

After Thanos has been vanquished, he’d seriously considered staying in the past with Peggy, but he had seen her with her husband and knew she had moved on, and it was best if he did too. Sharon had been there for a while, but they had drifted apart, her not understanding everything he had lost while she dealt with all the things she had missed by being a victim of the blip. He’d given the shield to Sam and was working with the Avengers as Nomad, wearing the black suit again. Sharon, Sam and Bucky were off doing their own thing and he would get updates, but Sam was a good Captain America and he was proud of his friend. They helped the Avengers when Cap and the Winter Soldier were needed, but he’d accepted that once he gave up the shield, he’d take a backseat in this new world order.

Yelena was a good asset and a good Black Widow, and Clint had given Kate his blessing to step up as Hawkeye. Kamala was a breath of fresh air and he found himself amused by her often, and Bruce and Carol and Tony worked in the background with him. Things were good, especially with Jane as Lady Thor and Thor back after he’d gone off with the Guardians of the Galaxy a bit, finding some peace himself. So things had settled, but there were still holes and indents in his life.

He had the feeling Darcy might help to fill some of them.

He finished cooking dinner, chatting easily with Darcy as he got it all set up and plated. He poured them each a glass of apple cider and raised her glass in a toast. “To new beginnings.”

“To awesome first dates,” she said with a smile, clinking her glass against his lightly.

“Oh, just wait till I actually take you out somewhere,” he said with a chuckle. “I want to impress you.”

“Honestly, your cooking is a huge step in the right direction,” she said after she swallowed her first forkful of food. “This is delish.”

“Thank you,” he said. He watched her eat for another moment more before joining her. All in all? This all boded very well for things working out between them.

[boxingcleverrr]

Tidying my spotify archive and look what I fooooound ;_; (and fixed broken songs cause IT'S 12 YEARS OLD O_O)

[janeykath318]

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

[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!

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

Shieldshock prompt fic: Steve gets a clue.

Prompt: “I know this is not how we do things, but we can’t ignore our feelings any longer.”

Prompt is by @creativepromptsforwriting

“I know this is not how we do things, Steve, but we can’t ignore our feelings any longer! I’m tired of trying to pretend like I’m not crazy in love with you…. you…..you……infuriatingly beautiful but completely clueless man!”

Darcy’s rant stuttered to a stop and she stared hard at the object of her wrath and adoration. Steve’s face was a study of shock and surprise, that quickly changed into a big smile.

“You love me?” He asked hopefully.

Darcy’s ire melted away. She thought she’d been kinda obvious, but even Super soldiers had insecurities.

“Yes. How could I not? We just vibe so well. I fell for you the day we had that Star Wars marathon and you absolutely wrecked Kylo Ren with your scathing commentary. Also, the whole punching Nazis gig was pretty hot.”

Darcy found herself suddenly embraced in a super soldier hug.

“Oh, Darcy. I’ve been such an idiot,” Steve sighed. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it, but it all makes sense why life always seemed so dreary when you weren’t around and why it was always you I wanted to come home to.”

“I was prepared to get Natasha involved,” Darcy murmured against his chest. She very much enjoyed how good it felt. She felt Steve’s chuckle against her cheek and peeked up to see him grinning down at her.

“A frightening prospect,” he admitted. “Thanks for saying something before resorting to that. Will you forgive me for being so idiotic?”

“Depends on how thoroughly you kiss me,” Darcy replied, with a very flirtatious gleam in her eye that Steve liked very much.

In the end, forgiveness was happily granted.