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Subships for drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of Apr 2022 [part 4/5]
21. Sanders Sides
Dukexiety [Intrusive Thoughts Sanders | Remus "Duke" x Anxiety Sanders | Virgil]
Remile [Sleep Sanders | Remy x Dr. Emile Picani]
Roceit [Creativity Sanders | Roman x Deceit Sanders | Janus]
20. Monsters University
Jully [Johnny Worthington x James P "Sully" Sullivan]
19. Hey Arnold!
Eugurly [Eugene Horowitz x Thaddeus "Curly" Gammelthorpe III]
Pherald [Phoebe Heyerdahl x Gerald Johanssen]
18. Wreck-It Ralph
Calhank [Calhoun x Shank]
17. iZombie
Maine [Major Lilywhite x Blaine DeBeers]
16. Ghosts (US)
15. Psych
14. Supernatural
13. Marvel Cinematic Universe
Stucky [Steve Rogers | Captain America x James "Bucky" Buchanan | Winter Soldier]
Phlint [Phil Coulson x Clint Barton | Hawkeye]
Thunderhulk [Thor Odinson x Bruce Banner | The Hulk]
Spideypool [Peter Parker | Spider-Man x Wade Wilson | Deadpool]
Widowshock [Natasha Romanov | Black Widow x Darcy Lewis]
12. Knight Rider
#my subships#dukexiety#remile#roceit#jully#eugurly#pherald#calhank#maine#stucky#phlint#thunderhulk#spideypool#widowshock#sanders sides#hey arnold#wreck it ralph#izombie#ghosts us#psych usa#supernatural#marvel cinematic universe#knight rider 1982#countdown#apr 2022#none of the art is mine
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For @finalasteroid, who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction. @fth2019fanworks.
Title/Link: Family Obligations.
Word Count: 1k
Fandom: MCU; Thor Movies.
Ship: Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanoff.
Characters: Darcy Lewis; Natasha Romanoff; Clint Barton; Jane Foster.
Warnings/Raiting: No Warnings Apply. Gen.
Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers; Alternate Universe - College/University; Talks of fake/pretend dating; before Nat just asks Darcy out for real; Fluff; pining Darcy; Pains of family gatherings; Holiday Gatherings.
Summary:
“Because if I go to this family gathering single,” Darcy mutters into the book, “She and aunt Madeline will badger me about being single and why I can’t keep a partner. And then spend the evening pointing out why my cousin Caroline is superior to me, because she has a fiance and she's built like a model, while I’m short and constantly stuffing my face with uncle Joshua’s homemade pecan apple pie. Which of course I’m gonna stuff my face with it, because he only makes it around the Holidays, AND it’s the legitimate only thing that man can make without accidentally poisoning you or burning it and the kitchen down.”
Or, some Darcy/Nat fake pretend relationship to fool the relatives.
Written for @fandomtrumpshate.
#FTH2019#FTH 2019#WidowShock#DarcyNat#NatDarcy#Darcy Lewis#MCU#finalasteroid#Natasha Romanoff#Fandom Trumps Hate 2019#Fandom Trumps Hate#Nixie's Writing#Mine#My Writing#Nixie Writes#Darcy x Nat#Nat x Darcy#Natasha Romanov
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Wrapping up her 31st trip around the sun, Emily finds herself awash in blessings and gifts from the universe in the form of new Taylor Swift music, one less corrupt billionaire in the world, and best of all: the return of her favorite character to the MCU. That's right, Shipper City. Darcy Lewis Rides Again and will be back in Disney+'s show, WandaVision. Better make room in the budget, Jer.
--Fics--
--Wintershock- My Two Front Teef by @chrissihr
--Taserbones - Testing 1...2...3 by Pumpkindoodles
--Taserhawk - The Space Between Feathers by thegirlgrey
--Widowshock - because I love you baby that’s no lie by TardisIsTheOnlyWaytoTravel
--Strangeshock - Understudy by @snailsarecute
--Taserwings - Taserwings Fic by @dresupi
--Scarletshock - Evening Lily by Cup_aTea
#darcy lewis#taylor swift#wandavision#wintershock#taserbones#taserhawk#widowshock#strangeshock#taserwings#scarletshock#fanfic#podcast#kat dennings#marvel#mcu
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Chapters: 1/15
Fandom: Wonder Woman (2017), Supergirl (TV 2015), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Kinktober, Strength Kink, Voice Kink, Strap-Ons
Exactly what it says on the tin! My first crack at a femslash Kinktober with heroines from DC and Marvel.
1. WonderPoison: strength kink, voice kink, strap-on kink
2. SuperCorp: ???
3. WidowShock: ???
#kinktober#wonderpoison#supercorp#wonder woman#supergirl#black widow#marvel#dc#superheroine#widowshock
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Happy Birthday, paranoidwino!
July 30 - “You got me a pet. I have no time for a pet.” “It’s a goldfish, Nat not a Siamese cat.” Darcy/Natasha for @paranoidwino
Written by @cinnaatheart
Darcy enters Natasha’s flat like she always does: loudly and with little warning. Natasha would begrudge her the habit, were it not for the fact that she herself hardly has a foot to stand on; what with the unashamed glee she finds in surprising people (read: her teammates) in the privacy of their own homes.
Karma, she thinks some might call it.
“Happy birthday!” Darcy calls from her foyer. The door is nudged closed with her foot and she shuffles awkwardly, clutching at a small stack of boxes as she toes off her boots.
Natasha frowns, tea halfway to her mouth. “It’s not my birthday.”
Darcy rolls her eyes and places the boxes on the counter with a relieved huff. “I know that, but since you won’t tell me when your birthday is, I figured I may as well make up one for you.”
“Alternatively, you could always just. Not.”
Darcy stares at her over the top of her glasses, unimpressed, and Natasha doesn’t have the heart to tell her she doesn’t even know her birthday. That like so many things in her life, it was stolen from her. “Everyone gets a birthday, Nat. Even world-renowned spysassins who like to moonlight as superheroes.” She holds out her arms expectantly. “Now put your damn tea down, and come and give me a kiss. It’s been a long day.”
Natasha doesn’t bother holding back her smile as she obeys, putting her mug down on the speckled concrete counter. She takes her time walking around the kitchen, drinking in the sight of her partner. Darcy looks tired- grad school has been getting to her the last few weeks- and her hair is on the cusp of frizzing; the dark strands threatening to curl in the midsummer heat. Playfully, Natasha reaches out, tugging at the ends and Darcy pulls a face at her. “Yes,” she complains. “I’m a hot mess. You try herding scientists and playing student and see how you fair.”
She smirks, and shifts her grip in Darcy’s hair, fingers curling into the soft strands and gripping firmly. Darcy’s eyes widen and she watches as her pupils dilate ever so slightly. “That’s not what I was thinking,” she murmurs, and she drags Darcy towards her, fingers still entwined in her hair.
Darcy falls against her with a softness and an eagerness that Natasha is yet to get used to. Their lips move against each other languidly- lazily- and for a time she basks in the lack of purpose. Her whole life, everything Natasha’s done- every touch, every word and look and action- has needed meaning; a control she’s held onto with the grip of someone who’s only experience of its loss is bitter, savage failure. To find a connection that lacks such iron-fisted control is a novelty, but a welcome one.
She clutches at the back of Darcy’s neck like a lifeline, breathing in her familiar woodsy scent as she runs her tongue over Darcy’s bottom lip. The kiss deepens without hesitation and Darcy’s fingers curl into the fabric of Natasha’s shirt, the fabric bunching tightly at her waist. They kiss like it’s been months- not a day- since they’d last seen each other, and like so many of these unhurried moments, she takes the time to memorise the way Darcy shivers beneath her touch, fingernails scratching lightly at the nape of her neck.
When they finally break apart, Darcy’s lips are red, so close to being kiss-swollen Natasha is absurdly disappointed. Darcy grins at her ruefully. “In hindsight, maybe a kiss wasn’t such a great idea. I didn’t actually come here with the intent to fuck you tonight, believe it or not.”
Natasha smirks and tugs at Darcy’s hair again just to watch the other woman’s breath hitch. “That’s still on the table though, right?”
Darcy swallows, nodding mutely. Feeling merciful, Natasha lets go of her hair and the soft strands falls between her fingers like silk. She forces herself to take a step back, missing the warmth of Darcy’s body already. “So?” Natasha asks, raiding a brown expectantly.
Darcy blinks, and the dazed look disappears. “Uh- right,” she says, clearing her throat. She wanders over to the counter and gently pushes the box at the bottom of her pile over to her. It’s a cheap, polystyrene cooler; the kind they used to use for transporting vaccines at the pharmacy she’d worked undercover in for a few months, five years ago. The company had been selling its customers counterfeit drugs for a tidy profit and Natasha had taken a savage pleasure in dismantling the operation.
On the lid of the box, Darcy has scrawled a hasty ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY XOXOX –D’, the words surrounded by messy hearts and stars and Natasha smiles despite herself.
“I’d have wrapped it up, but I, uh… couldn’t actually find any at home,” Darcy explains. “I think Jane used it all for Thor’s nameday.” She scratches at her elbow; a nervous tic.
Natasha smiles at her, and runs a fingernail around the lid, the polystyrene squeaking lightly at the pressure. It pops off with little resistance, and she lifts up the lid to reveal-
She blinks, mind blank.
“The tank is back at my place,” Darcy says, and there’s a hesitant lilt to her voice, like she’s still unsure of her gift. “I didn’t want to drag it over and spoil the surprise.”
“Surprise,” Natasha says dumbly. Inside the cooler, swimming wanly in its plastic bag, is a goldfish. “You got me a pet. I have no time for a pet.”
It’s not even a pretty fish; its scales are black and dun white, speckled and irregular, and its eyes bulge out of its head like there’s not enough space in its skull to fit them. She kind of loves it.
“It’s a goldfish, Nat, not a Siamese cat,” Darcy scoffs, unsurety quickly replaced by false bravado. “His name’s Kevin.” Natasha supresses a grin; sometimes she loves this woman so much that it hurts.
“And when I’m on a longer mission? Who’s going to feed it? Who’s going to clean his tank?”
The ‘you’ve-just-said-something-stupid’ look returns in full force, and Natasha bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. “I will, obviously.”
She looks back down at the fish. Its fins propel it lazily around its bag, and she tamps down the rising worry. What if it’s almost out of air? Is it bored in there? Traumatised? ‘We should get the tank’, Natasha tries to say, but instead what comes out is, “You should move in.”
If Darcy was holding anything, she’s certain she would have dropped it. “What?”
She soldiers on. Fuck it. “You should move in. With me. If you wanted to. To- you know- take care of the fish.”
Darcy blinks rapidly at her, bewildered. “Take care of the fish.”
Natasha smirks. “Well. Among other things.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
She turns her smirk into something more genuine. “Aren’t I always?”
“Well, sure. When you’re not trying to out-troll Steve.”
She shrugs. “It’s fun confusing Stark.”
Darcy sighs, a dreamy look passing over her face. “God, isn’t it? That man is far too easy to rile.”
The laughter bubbles out of her chest almost against her will. “Best pastime.”
Natasha can tell that Darcy is trying very hard to be disapproving. “He tries his best.”
“We try better.”
Darcy snorts, and takes a step closer. “The answer’s yes, by the way.”
“Yes?”
She smiles at Natasha, and reaches out to gently cup her arms. “I’ll move in with you. If the offer’s not about to be reneged.”
“It’s not,” Natasha assures her. “I… want what we have to work.”
“So do I,” Darcy murmurs. Her hands wander up to toy with Natasha’s hair. “I fucking love you, you giant dork.”
“Rude,” Natasha says, but when she kisses her, she’s smiling.
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Happy Birthday, thranduil-aran-edhil!
February 27 - Darcy/Natasha and “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” for @thranduil-aran-edhil
Darcy’s absolute favorite pastime was watching her girlfriend shoot down losers.
Literally, on occasion, because she was the Black Widow, but figuratively was even more fun. Sitting at the bar sipping her cocktail, Darcy watched Natasha making her way back from the bathroom, men attempting to catch her attention at every step. Some of them were drunk enough that they didn’t even back off when Natasha levelled her ebst murderous stare at them.
Which was when Natasha pulled out the killer lines.
“Not if you were the last man alive.”
“Eat dog shit.”
“I’d rather go swimming with sharks.”
“Touch me again and I’ll break all your fingers.”
Darcy was close enough to hear that last one clearly, see the idiot who’d grabbed Natasha’s arm recoil with a look of sudden terror crossing his face as her icily calm words cut through his alcoholic haze.
She was laughing when Natasha finally returned to her side, picked up her cocktail glass and downed its contents in one gulp, gesturing to the bartender for another.
“Only for you, Darcy, would I put up with this nonsense.”
“Only because it’s Jane’s birthday would I subject you to it.” Darcy smiled at her girlfriend. Some guy who Natasha hadn’t had the opportunity to reject yet lurched up and leaned on the bar next to them, obviously trying to lounge sexily but only managing to look drunkenly lopsided.
“Hey gorgeous,” he slurred, “that dress looks amazing on you but it would look even better on my bedroom floor.”
“You’ll look good bleeding out all over this floor when I slit your throat,” Natasha said, utterly losing her patience and producing a slender stiletto from… actually Darcy had no idea where she’d pulled it from.
The guy actually shrieked and scrambled backwards, falling on his ass before getting up and hastening away. In fits of laughter, Darcy leaned forward and put her arm around Natasha’s waist.
“You are so mean. And I’m so okay with that. It’s so damn funny.”
Natasha sighed, making the knife disappear again, and putting her arm around Darcy in return. “Can we go yet?”
“I should think so,” Darcy allowed judiciously.
“Good, because all this intimidating people without actually getting to kick ass is making me horny!”
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I love your plan for the day! Could I please ask for #33 with Natasha/Darcy? :)
YESYESYESYES WHY ARE YA’LL SPOILING ME LIKE THIS OMFG
1. I cannot help but noticewe are sitting-in-a-tree. So, you know, maybe we could think of somethingto do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.)
Darcy laughs breathlessly, her legsswinging from the thick branch of the old oak tree. “You are ridiculous,” shelaughs, and hears Natasha’s soft laugh answer back. The bark beneath herfingers is somehow rough and smooth at the same time, worn down by endlessgenerations of climbers.
Natasha pegs a twig down at herfrom the branch above, and Darcy laughs and bats it away. “I know you are, butwhat am I?” the redhead gloats. Darcy lets out a startled snort.
“Oh my God- what are you, twelve?”
“Gotcha!” Natasha hisses, and Darcyhears the tell-tale crack of herweapon being fired. The distant, startled cry of someone down on the ground canbe heard. It sounds like Sam. Darcy whoops quietly with glee.
“Nice!” she crows, trying to keepher voice soft. “Did you alter your gun? I thought that was against the rules?”
“Please,” Natasha scoffs. “All’sfair in love and team-building exercises.”
“I… don’t think that’s how thatsaying goes.”
“Like Stark didn’t modify his themoment he got his grubby little paws on it.” Natasha lowers herself down to Darcy’sbranch. Her face is slightly flushed, a smugness lighting up her eyes in ways Darcyfinds utterly delightful. “And youcan bet that cute hat of yours that Steve’s probably breaking every rule in thebook too.”
“Who, Steve?” Darcy shakes her head at the very idea. “He’s Captain America! Truth, justice and theAmerican way! Emphasis there on the ‘truth’ part of that saying.”
Natasha smirks at her. Is it Darcy’simagination, or is she suddenly closer? “That’s Captain America, sure, but whenit comes to paintball? He’s just Steve, and he is ruthless. Be grateful he’s on ourteam this time; the man’s a machine.”
“Well that at least I can believe.”
Natasha smiles again, her green eyeslighting up with amusement her gaze sweeps through the tree, assessing. “Say,”she says slowly. Darcy raises a brow at the speculative tone in her voice. In herexperience, things rarely go right when an Avenger uses that tone.
“What?” she says warily. Natashatiles her head, and Darcy is suddenly acutely aware of how close she is. Whendid that even happen?
“We’re in a tree,” the Widowmurmurs. Darcy nods slowly, her heart seems like it’s beating like ajackhammer.
“I think there’s an old rhyme thatgoes like that,” she says breathlessly.
“Oh really?” Natasha all butpurrs. Darcy nods. “I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how it goes. Would you care torefresh it for me?”
Darcy bites her lip, and herblood positively sings when Nat’s gaze catches on the sight. “I’m sure we couldwork it out together,” she says, and she reaches out to tug at Natasha’s collar.The Widow lets her pull her ever closer and she closes the space between themwith a giddy grin. Her lips are soft, but the way she crowds Darcy up againstthe tree trunk is nothing but, teeth tugging at her bottom lip in a way thatmakes her gasp.
“Widow,” Natasha’s comm crackles.“Widow, come in.”
“Busy,” Natasha murmurs against Darcy’ssmiling lips, and she laughs. Best game of paintball ever.
#dARCY lEWIS#natasha romanoff#darcy x Natasha#Widowshock#prompts#technically this is my night and the 20th is almost over#but whatever
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I feel like there are people who follow me for some of my new fandoms and then find all my Teen Wolf shit and are like “Who are these people?! Why are there so many ships!?” and that’s fair! So to clear things up:
Steter is basically Starker and Darrish is just Stucky. Sterek is Geraskier and maybe Olivarry?? Steo is definitely Coldflash, but Stackson is also Olivarry and if we were ever blessed with Jira, that would DEFINITELY be Olicity. However, Allira would be Supercorp and Allydia is Avalance. Malydia I guess would be like Heruna?? Jydia is Dramione, Scydia is Harmony, and Stydia is Romione. Scackson, of course, is Drarry.
But enough HP.
Scallison is Black Widow/Daredevil but make it West Side Story, and that makes Allisaac Clintasha. Sciles are Avocados at Law but also Candyshipping, and Scisaac are Dumpster Bros. If Sceter is Clex, then Scerek is Superbat. Thiam is like Damian/Jason, don’t @ me. Stanny is Barisco and Stira is Barricity. Stalia is definitely a Parker/Hardison vibe, but idk who would round out that OT3 (don’t say Derek, I’ll call the cops my damn self). Berica + Isaac might be a better fit.
Erica is basically Darcy Lewis (which makes Allerica Widowshock) serving as the female author self-insert to ogle the slash ships from within the 4th wall. The whole thing with Chelissa is that it’s basically Jeagan and everyone was expecting Shelissa to come through with the Jott vibes.
Anyway, I hope that clears things up!!
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Femslash Ships ----------
Agent Widow (Peggy & Natasha)
Black Hill (Maria & Natasha)
Bugborg (Mantis & Nebula)
CarolNat (Natasha & Carol)
Carol x Gamora (Gamora & Carol)
Carol x Minn-erva (Minn-erva & Carol)
Carol x Okoye (Okoye & Carol)
Danbrau (Maria & Carol)
Darmonia (Darcy & Monica)
Gamantis (Gamora & Mantis)
Nebora (Gamora & Nebula)
Nakoye (Okoye & Natasha)
Natmora (Gamora & Natasha)
Natsharon (Natasha & Sharon)
Peprikesha (Pepper & Wanda)
Scarlet Marvel (Wanda & Carol)
Scarletshock (Darcy & Wanda)
Scarlet Widow (Natasha & Wanda)
Science Shocks (Jane & Darcy)
Shock and Awe (Darcy & Carol)
WidowShock (Natasha & Darcy)
Valcarol (Valkyrie & Carol)
Wandagatha (Agentha & Wanda)
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*texting*
Natasha: Get your fucking shit together and act like an adult!
Darcy: I think you have the wrong number
Darcy: but you're right
#marvel cinematic universe#marvel mcu#incorrect quotes#natasha romanov#darcy lewis#natasha x darcy#widowshock#black widow#taser shock#texting
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Kinktober 2018: Superheroine Edition
by miss_belivet
Exactly what it says on the tin! My first crack at a femslash Kinktober with heroines from DC and Marvel.
1. WonderPoison: strength kink, voice kink, strap-on kink
2. SuperCorp: ???
3. WidowShock: ???
Words: 768, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English
Fandoms: Wonder Woman (2017), Supergirl (TV 2015), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Kinktober, Strength Kink, Voice Kink, Strap-Ons
from AO3 works tagged 'Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor' https://ift.tt/2OERFDc
via IFTTT
http://archiveofourown.org/works/16190219
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Kinktober 2018: Superheroine Edition
by miss_belivet
Exactly what it says on the tin! My first crack at a femslash Kinktober with heroines from DC and Marvel.
1. WonderPoison: strength kink, voice kink, strap-on kink
2. SuperCorp: ???
3. WidowShock: ???
Words: 768, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English
Fandoms: Wonder Woman (2017), Supergirl (TV 2015), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Kinktober, Strength Kink, Voice Kink, Strap-Ons
via AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanov' https://ift.tt/2OERFDc
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Kinktober 2018: Superheroine Edition
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2OERFDc
by miss_belivet
Exactly what it says on the tin! My first crack at a femslash Kinktober with heroines from DC and Marvel.
1. WonderPoison: strength kink, voice kink, strap-on kink
2. SuperCorp: ???
3. WidowShock: ???
Words: 768, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English
Fandoms: Wonder Woman (2017), Supergirl (TV 2015), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Isabel Maru, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Kinktober, Strength Kink, Voice Kink, Strap-Ons
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2OERFDc
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Prompts
I have an unexpected month off from work. So, I'm gonna take a handfull of prompts to help bide the time (hopefully somebody out there wants to prompt me).
I'll take a total of 10, and write at least 500 words per prompt. Give me a word or phrase or song to inspire me. Please tell me if you want smut or not, if the mood hits me. I'll write from the following list of ships :
1. Wintershock
2. Shieldshock
3. Wintershieldshock
4. Quicktaser
5. Hammershock
6. Tasergazer
7. Darcy/Sam Winchester
8. Dean Winchester / Darcy
9. Clint/Darcy
10. Falconshock
11. Taseragent
12. Tasertricks
13. Ironshock
14. Widowshock
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Happy Birthday, sarbear1610!
June 21 - Darcy/Natasha “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” for @sarbear1610
Written by @cinnaatheart (On AO3)“Oh my God.”
Darcy starts, glancing over at her friend with wide eyes. “What?”
Jane’s glare is potent even over the speckled rim of her bright blue cocktail. “Would you please just go over there and say hi? There is only so much of the whole heart eyes thing you’ve got going on that I can handle in one night.”
“Hey!” Darcy says, pointing at Jane sternly. Her hand is unsteady, and belatedly, she realises that she may have had a touch too much to drink. “I resent that comment, little miss I-didn’t-stop-giving-Thor-moon-eyes-for-two-straight-years.”
Jane doesn’t even have grace to look mildly sheepish. “And you made plenty of fun at my expense, if I remember correctly.”
“Yeah.” She smiles dreamily, gaze straying back to the woman on the other side of the courtyard. “Those were good times.” The warm lights of the little lanterns that hang from the trees and shrubs bounce off her impossibly neat hair. She wonders absently how long the woman spent on those curls, or if she somehow just woke up like that.
“Hey,” Jane says sharply, clicking her fingers rudely in Darcy’s line of sight. “Again with the heart eyes. You couldn’t be more transparent if you tried.”
“Good,” she gripes. “Jane, transparent is good. Do you know how hard it can be to find a fellow gay?”
“Very?”
“Oh my God, so hard! If it were socially acceptable to tattoo ‘I’m gay please love me’ on my forehead, I would.”
“Thank the world for small mercies then,” Jane says, pulling a face. “You really should go over and talk to her.”
Darcy stares at her friend as though she’s just grown a second head. “Jane. Jane. She’s the Black Widow, Jane. I can’t do that! What if she takes offence and wants to kill me?”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“That is. The biggest ‘If’. The hugest ‘If’.” She holds her arms out, gesturing to some unspecific space around her. “The most astromo- astronomin- astronomical of ‘If’s.”
Jane’s answer smile is wry and amused. “Well it certainly is if you’re this drunk.”
“See! The worst idea in the history of ever. Let me pine in peace, please and thank-you.”
“Request denied,” Jane says, voice prim as she picks up the remainder of Darcy’s drink and downs it in one gulp. It’s quickly followed by her own, and Darcy makes a soft sound of outrage. “Now, what you’re going to do is walk over there, introduce yourself to Romanoff, and ask her very politely if she would like a dance.”
Darcy wrinkles her nose. “That sounds complicated.”
“You’re stalling,” Jane says, utterly lacking in any form of sympathy. “She’s not some kind of divine being, she’s just a person.”
“Lies.”
“No they’re not. Now go over there before I go over there myself. Remember the last time, Darcy? You don’t want me to wingwoman.”
Her eyes widen. God, how could she forget.
With the enthusiasm of a man about to face the firing squad, Darcy stands. “You are,” she says slowly, taking care to enunciate her words, “the absolute worst.”
“I know.” Jane smirks at her, unrepentant. “Now woman up.”
“Alright, alright. Geez.”
Darcy takes a fortifying breath, and smooths her hands down the front of her dress. The skirt is floor-length- modest by her standards, but the cut of the top more than makes up for it- and the fabric feels cool and soft beneath her nervous fingers. “Right,” she says, and she pushes back her shoulders and stalks across the room. The sooner she can be rejected, the sooner she can allow herself to drown in another one of those neon-coloured atrocities Steve keeps mixing behind the bar.
Beneath the flickering fairy lights strung between the trees, Romanoff is shockingly- unfairly- beautiful. She talks quietly with Wanda, flicking through something on her phone; pictures of Clint’s brood, no doubt. According to Steve, it’s all the man ever likes to talk about now that he’s retired (ha ha ha). Both women look up when Darcy comes to a stop in front of them, and somehow she manages to summon the courage to speak.
She blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” Horrified, Darcy claps a hand over her mouth, but her idiot brain won’t let the word vomit stop. “Oh my God, I’m just going to. Go. I’m gonna go. Please forget everything I just said.”
She backs away, certain that somewhere behind her Jane is laughing hysterically, and almost has a heart attack when Natasha slips her phone back into the pocket of her jacket and smirks. “I wondered when you’d come over here.”
Darcy blinks, mind blank. “Um-”
“You’ve been staring for long enough.”
Forget the heart attack, Darcy is about to have a straight-up aneurysm. “What.”
Natasha tilts her head, and Darcy can feel every inch of her gaze as it runs up and down her figure; a heated caress of attention that leaves her feeling oddly light and jumpy. “In all fairness, Foster has been keeping me up to date with a running commentary for the last twenty minutes.”
Darcy’s mouth falls open, appalled. “What?”
“Mm,” Natasha carries on, unaffected. She pulls out her phone again. “The last thing she said was-” she scrolls up to read out the message- “‘D almost slopped drink down dress. Too distracted by your shiny shiny hair. Please end my suffering.”
“Oh God,” Darcy whimpers, covering her face with her hands. “This is so embarrassing, please just kill me now.”
“I’d really rather not,” Natasha says, and Darcy flinches with surprise when two cool hands grip lightly at her wrists to pull them away from her face.
“Jane is the worst wingwoman ever,” Darcy moans with despair.
“She’s pretty terrible,” Natasha agrees with a wry smile. “But I suppose the outcome makes up for it.”
“Outcome?”
“Well. You did end up over here, didn’t you?”
Darcy presses her lips together, cheeks heating as she realises Natasha is still holding onto her wrists. “I guess.”
“You look good, Darcy,” Natasha says warmly.
She swallows, glancing around her as though somehow the other woman is talking to someone else called Darcy. But they’re alone. Even Wanda has slipped away, no doubt somewhere in the time Darcy was performing a system reboot. “I. Um…. Thank-you?”
Natasha smirks, and the light and bubbly feeling inside her intensifies. “Did you want to dance, or shall we just cut to the chase?”
“The chase?” she asks, brain still lagging with the other woman’s proximity. She smells like jasmine, and the scent reminds her of summers spent at her Auntie’s house; of hot days hidden behind the creeping vines on the patio as she flicked through her cousin’s stolen playboy magazines.
“You know,” Natasha murmurs, and is it Darcy, but is she coming closer? Close enough that she can see the way her concealer is creasing beneath her eyes and a stray piece of hair curls over her ear; little pieces of evidence that pay credence to Jane’s theory. Only a person. “This chase,” Natasha continues, and Darcy blinks out of her reverie with just enough time to not be taken off-guard by the kiss.
Her eyes flutter closed, mouth falling open easily at the insistent press of Natasha’s lips against her own. The fluttering feeling in her stomach seems to treble, and when Natasha runs her tongue over Darcy’s upper lip she’s met with no resistance. She tastes like crème de menthe and chocolate. The observation lasts barely a moment, quickly overpowered by the sensation of Natasha pulling herself flush against Darcy and she-
Natasha’s phone pings again, and they break apart reluctantly. She’s put-out by the end of the kiss, but at least Natasha doesn’t look like she plans to walk away any time soon. She glances down at the other woman’s phone and snorts at the name turns up on the screen. She can just imagine the kinds of ridiculous things she’s spouting to Natasha.
“The worst,” she says firmly, and Natasha snorts.
“I won’t argue with you there.”
“On the plus side, we can all get what we all wanted.” She grins wickedly. “I mean, a dance and the chase,” Darcy says with a smirk. “Couldn’t we just have both?”
Natasha kiss- softer, this time but no less lovely- is answer enough, by Darcy’s standards.
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vassel-legacy answered your question “Is there a relationship nickname for Darcy/Nat?”
datasha? widowshock?
missrosequeen answered your question “Is there a relationship nickname for Darcy/Nat?”
taserwidow?
cinnaatheart reblogged your post and added: “Is there a relationship nickname for Darcy/Nat?”
oh shit no it’s feckin’ widowshock. :|
cinnaatheart answered your question “Is there a relationship nickname for Darcy/Nat?”
spidershock?
why is this so hard?
widowshock it is. (i wondered about that but it sounds kind of weird to me.)
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