The lights flickered. The walls vibrated. Somewhere above them, something exploded.
Steve’s head snapped upward. “That wasn’t internal.”
Darcy blinked. “What does that mean—”
The alarms answered for him.
SECURITY BREACH. ALL PERSONNEL—
Steve grabbed her arm — not roughly, but with the kind of urgency that made her stomach drop.
“Come on.”
“I can walk!”
“In those shoes?” Steve scoffed with a disparaging glance at her high heels.
“Hey!” she snapped, jogging to keep up. “What’s happening?”
He didn’t answer her. They reached the wide glass corridor overlooking the city — just in time for a second explosion to rock the tower. A fireball bloomed somewhere below them, reflected in the glass like a second sun.
Darcy’s breath caught. “Oh my God—”
“Get down!” Steve barked, shoving her roughly away from the windows.
She didn’t get down. She turned toward him, indignant. “Not until you tell me what is going on. And stop ordering me around! I don’t work for you—”
She heard the glass break, but didn’t notice the small, metallic cylinder arcing through the shattered upper window. It bounced once, twice, and rolled to a stop three feet from her feet.
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Watching Fuze as it’s dropped on NowTV (some heist film about a WW2 bomb being discovered in central London, features Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Theo James & Aaron Taylor Johnson apparently, as well as a dude I recognise from Pottery Throwdown) and it seems a good time be super self-indulgent and rec an old fic:
Diversion
The Avengers have to perform some clean up in London; it doesn't go entirely as expected.
Steve's got a few things on his mind, not least of which is one Darcy Lewis. But before he can possibly address that, he has to contend with Thor's left over Frost Beast, the implications of calling in a bomb threat and the Metropolitan Police force.
“You wanted a diversion, I got you a diversion.” He could hear the smile in Darcy’s voice as she answered him, the one she got when she knew she’d been particularly clever or devious. Steve half-wished he was there with her in the Quinjet to see it in person. It was that playful side of her that had first caught his attention, before even he’d really noticed the curves and the eyes and the hair and-
Steve stopped himself before his mind could wander much further.
Steve/Darcy: Avengers Game Night, Jenga (Truth or Dare Edition)
“Game night” at the Tower had started as a harmless way to bond. Poker. Uno. Even charades. But then Tony got bored, Natasha got sneaky, and someone (Darcy) brought out a suspiciously handmade Jenga tower with tiny Sharpie scrawlings on each block.
“Truth or Dare Jenga,” she’d said, grinning like a menace. “Pick your poison, Cap.”
Steve, of course, had groaned. “This feels like a setup.”
It was.
By the third round, Thor had already streaked across the hallway, Clint had confessed to a deeply embarrassing high school phase involving eyeliner, and Sam had been dared to kiss Bucky, who only grunted but didn’t dodge.
Then it was Steve’s turn. He pulled a block. Read it. Blinked.
Darcy leaned in. “Well?”
His voice was tight. “Says…‘Whisper your dirtiest fantasy to the person to your left.’”
All heads turned. Darcy was to his left.
She grinned slowly. “You gonna make me blush, Cap?”
He hesitated for half a second. Then he leaned in, one hand braced beside her thigh, mouth brushing the shell of her ear.
Her smirk faltered. Her breath caught.
Whatever he said was too quiet for the rest of the team to hear—but not too quiet for her to feel. Her pupils dilated. She blinked at him once. Twice.
And then Natasha, bless her, clapped her hands and said, “Game’s over. Steve wins. Everyone get out.”
-
Ten minutes later, her back hit the wall of his room.
“Say it again,” she panted, pulling at his belt. “What you whispered.”
He kissed down her neck, voice gravel and fire. “Told you I’ve been thinking about bending you over the table. During game night. Making you watch the Jenga pieces fall while I fuck you from behind.”
“God.” She yanked his shirt over his head. “You dirty old man.”
“You started it.”
He lifted her effortlessly, her thighs wrapping around his waist, her soaked underwear dragging against his abs. She gasped as he ground against her, dragging his cock over her slick heat.
“Thought about this every time you leaned over that board,” he murmured, dragging her t-shirt over her head. “Every time you laughed, bit your lip, fucked with me on purpose.”
“Maybe I wanted to see if Captain America could lose his cool.”
He lined up and pushed inside in one long, unbearable stroke.
“Oh,” she gasped, clutching his shoulders.
“Hope you like the answer.”
She didn’t remember the walk to the bed. One second she was pinned against the door, the next she was face-down on the mattress, one hand twisted in the sheets, the other braced as he slammed into her from behind.
“Still think I’m the one who lost control?” he rasped, his hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
She moaned incoherently.
He slapped her ass, just once. “Use your words.”
“Yes—fuck—yes, you win.”
He stilled inside her. Leaned down to murmur against her ear, hot and low.
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Heyyy ya'll. My name is Jules and I'm here because I keep trying to write Serious Shit and it keeps stressing me out! Hopefully I'll be able to reconnect to my love of writing by dipping my toe back into the cool waters of self insert fanfic and hot men.
Pls send requests! I do x reader and slash fic. :) Also looking for moots!
Characters I'll write (nonexhaustive): Loki, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, the Jackass guys.
Ships I'll write (also nonexhaustive): Lokius, starker, spideypool, spiderstrange, spidershield, winterspider, tasertricks, shieldshock, wintershock.
FYI: I am in my Loki era rn so Loki requests will be eaten up real quick :D
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jimmy Woo, Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: just a teensy bit of fluff, I want Darcy and Jimmy to investigate things, including whether or not Cap flirts
Summary:
Working alongside Jimmy Woo, Darcy doesn't expect Captain America to visit their site. Or flirt with her. If that's what he's doing. She's not sure. It's the brain fog.
Okay so I have a conscious bias against ChatGPT. I’m of the Aurthur Weasley school of mind that you should “never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.” It just weirds me out, call me crazy I guess. But I do very much dislike AI being used to create “art” whether it’s music, illustration, or the written word. I know a lot of people on here share that dislike.
That being said, I’m an incredibly curious person, so tonight I broke down and decided to play around with ChatGPT-written fanfiction (NOT to post, just to see what it came up with. I would never post AI fanfiction). I gave it a pairing and asked it to write me a scene. I’m going through a Marvel phase, feeling nostalgic, so I gave it Steve and Darcy. ShieldShock was an old favorite of mine.
The scene it came up with was Darcy and Steve in Steve’s apartment watching Brooklyn 99. It’s the stereotypical fic of Darcy introducing Steve to the 21st century. It’s been done a lot. THAT BEING SAID. I will happily read hundreds of fics based off of that trope. I love it. I adore it. And here’s the thing: every author has a slightly different take on the dynamic, and that’s what makes it something I’ll read over and over again. The soul that people infuse into the characters, the scenario, the whole story. The thing ChatGPT pumped out? Yeah that had absolutely zero soul. The characters were flat, and while the story mimicked the trope well, that’s all it was: mimicry. It just missed the mark so totally and completely. If I read it on AO3 I would 100% know it was an AI-generated fic just because there was absolutely no humanity. It was utterly lifeless.
And the kicker was that after the little scene it wrote, it asked me if I wanted it to write a blurb for AO3. Like it was expecting someone to take that scene and post it. No thank you.
I’m fully aware that outrage in this topic is far from new, this post will be news to absolutely no one, but I felt the need to come on here and rant because I just find it so infuriating for so many reasons.
Now I’m off to read and possibly write some WinterShock because my souls needs a balm 😅
