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paperbackribs · 7 months
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So the confusion I face when trying to work out a ship on tumblr because
There's Eddie
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Not to be confused with Ed
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Who's with Stede
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Not to be confused with Steve
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No, not this Steve either
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He's with Bucky
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Sometimes they're with Darcy, too
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No, not this Darcy
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He's with Lizzie
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r3volutionary-queen · 8 months
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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.
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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.
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Had an idea for ya; Darcy, after hearing that another of her classmates get engaged (only 10 months of dating), buys her dream wedding dress after seeing it on sale on the Mecari app. Brock, Bucky, or Steve, hears her ranting to Jane and asks her out
I put a little twist on this, but here you go! Everyone Gets Engaged But Me
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grimeysociety · 4 months
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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
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puzzlebean · 6 months
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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
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that-wimpy-cowboy-doll · 10 months
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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."
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aenariasbookshelf · 7 months
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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. 
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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.”
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janeykath318 · 4 months
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Merry Christmas to the five other Shieldshock shippers left. We are a small but enthusiastic bunch.
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aimmyarrowshigh · 4 months
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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.
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glynnisi · 1 year
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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
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-inspired by the rescue rats post
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pennywaltzy · 2 months
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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.
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melifair · 8 months
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And the most recent chapter of Shieldshock bodyswap shenanigans (that’s what they call it 😏) is up!
I posted late last night, and have been vegging out most of the day but here’s the link:
Mind the rating!
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Don’t Get Carried Away Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Darcy shows up in pajamas, Established Non-Relationship Relationship, Who is going to tell her? Summary:
Darcy is having one of those days. She's lucky that Steve doesn't mind listening to her complain.
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grimeysociety · 6 months
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Six Days preview.
a mini sequel to The Melody of a Fallen Tree, written for @freyaswolf ❤️
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“Shit! I slept through my alarm! Shit!”
Darcy bolted upright, taking half the bed covers with her. Steve instinctively clung to his share, his eyes snapping open as she darted around their bedroom to find her clothes. She had thirty minutes tops to get ready, leave, and then open the store. This was exactly why she had troubling sleeping last night. She’d tossed and turned for hours until Steve took hold of her and pulled her flush to his chest, kissing her.
Which is why she was trying to find her underwear. She got a new pair from her chest of drawers and shoved them on, grabbing her bra from the tangle of pyjamas at the foot of the bed.
“How did that even happen?” she groused, rubbing her eyes. “How?”
She knew how, she just couldn’t quite believe it. Steve watched as she gathered up her hair in a haphazard bun, sitting up in bed.
“Can you walk Riley to school?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve got the time now, I’m so sorry…”
“Sure, baby,” he murmured. He put up a hand. “It’s okay, don’t apologize.”
She flew back to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. She attempted to pull back just as fast but his hand caught her jaw and he kissed her longer, deepening it. She gave a little groan, hating that she couldn’t linger.
“I have to go!”
She tore away, picking up her phone along the way, thankful that at least she’d remembered to charge it during the night. She collided with Riley, whose hair still looked slept-on and tangled. Her brown eyes widened up at Darcy as they steadied themselves.
“Jesus!”
“Why are you late?” Riley asked.
She chewed a piece of toast, and Darcy noticed she managed to get a little smear of peanut butter on her arm when they ran into each other. She lifted her limb to her mouth, sucking.
Riley followed her down the hall to the kitchen, where Darcy grabbed her apron from the back of a chair. Milk was spilt on the kitchen table, beside a bowl of half eaten cereal.
“I poured my own breakfast!”
“I can see that,” Darcy said. Steve tended to watch his seven year-old daughter tackle things by herself with a wince, and she could picture him walking in soon to find the kitchen in disarray. “Can you get the cloth from the sink and wipe this up, honey?”
“You’re not walking me to school?” Riley said, pouting.
Darcy shook her head, heart sinking a little at that little face. She leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“I’m late, like you said. I didn’t hear my alarm.”
“I did,” Riley said, scrunching her nose.
“Uh-huh.”
As Darcy was about to leave, she glanced down at Riley again, frowning. The girl’s red t-shirt was damp in several spots.
“I spilt milk on me, too,” Riley explained. “But it’s still good.”
Darcy shook her head. “Go change, after you wipe up. It’s why we do laundry.”
Riley let out an extravagant sigh, throwing her head back. Darcy tried not to encourage her dramatic streak, pressing her lips together so she didn’t laugh. She got as far as the front door before she heard:
“Baby!”
She froze, seeing Steve jog into the room, wearing his boxer briefs, Riley trailing behind. He held up a set of keys, and Darcy deflated.
“You can’t open the store without ‘em,” he whispered, handing them to her.
She grabbed him by the chin and kissed him, making him chuckle. She moved away, aware of Riley as their audience. Steve’s fond smirk had her remembering last night, how she’d been put to sleep finally with their legs tangled together.
For a second, she considered calling Jane and lying that she was sick, just to go back to bed with him. He was almost too cute, all rumpled and warm, his hair sticking up like Riley’s, his tattoos all on display.
“Love you,” she whispered, heart squeezing.
“Love you, too,” he whispered back.
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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.
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puzzlebean · 8 months
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I was in a shieldshock kinda mood <3
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