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look how they shine for you

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis For:  @winterrbuns Prompt:  #28. Stargazing

"How're the stars lookin'?"  Bucky asked.  Darcy jumped a little, turning abruptly to look at him.  In the dim light, his eyes twinkled as he laughed. "Didn't scare ya, did I?"  

She shrugged, turning back to gaze up at the sky.  You couldn't get views like this in the city.  "No more than usual."  

As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to take them back.  Gather them back up and swallow them down deep where they'd never see the light of day again.  

He was quiet for a moment, scraping his foot on the grass.  

"I didn't mean that the way it came out.  I meant it in my usual… dark, sarcastic… very Daria Morgendorffer way…"  she babbled, turning to face him.  "You don't scare me.  Not… not like that."  

"I know," he answered, a smile tugging at his lips.  "Doll, I've known that for a while. Don't figure you'd let me see ya naked if I scared ya."

Her cheeks flushed and she grinned.  "That was only one time, I dunno why you're so cocky."  

He moved closer, his arm winding around her waist.  "Well, gosh darnit, I just don't have a clue on that one, Darce."

She craned her neck to look up at him, squinting. "Gosh darnit?"  

"You're not the only one who can be sarcastic."

[leftennant]

winterrbuns replied to your post: you guys....

Yes!!!!!!!! I love Halloween but it’s not a big holiday where I’m from

I have a solution.  Come visit me, and you can Halloween like there’s no tomorrow.

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Hey, if you are still doing the prompts would you be able to do a Tasertricks to #2 please? Loving all the ones you have done so far 💛

i’m so glad you’re liking them! ❤️❤️❤️

this is a drabble that serves as the 4th part of the guns & rosaries ‘verse. you might wanna read the other parts first.

read: part 1, part 2, part 3

The ride from the medical clinic to the inn was fraught with tension. Less because the occupants of the car were angry with each other, and more because the two couples couldn’t wait to find themselves alone. Darcy couldn’t even stand to look at Loki, she was so desperate for his touch. When his pinky reached across the space between them to hook around hers, she honestly thought she might spontaneously combust.

His warmth radiated from the seat next to hers, so inviting she couldn’t help but look in his direction. The darkness outside prevented her from being able to read his expression; his face was obscured by shadow. She could feel his eyes on her, though, hot and lingering.

And then they were pulling up beneath the welcoming light of the inn, and she caught her first true glimpse of his expression since they were at the clinic treating his wounds. Whereas in the sterile medical room his eyes had been tender and watchful, never straying from her—like he was worried that she was safe, like she might disappear if he looked away for even a second—now his gaze was a full-blown smolder.

It sent lightning coursing down her spine, bold and sharp, until she couldn’t focus on anything but the expectation rising in her blood and the frantic beat of her heart. A satisfied smirk crept across his face, as though he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Another time, perhaps, she might draw out the hunt. Keep him guessing, toy with him a little.

But right now the image of him sailing across the room to lie in a broken heap was too vivid, the memory too fresh. All she wanted to do was get him upstairs and examine him, prove to them both that they had survived and were alive and well. She wanted to get her hands on him, on every glorious, naked inch.

Jane looked between them knowingly as they got out of the car. “See you in the morning. Try not to break anything, or we’ll have to pay for it.” And with a teasing grin she was gone, headed back to Thor’s place.

Without looking at Loki—she couldn’t, didn’t have the strength—Darcy strode into the inn and toward the room they’d rented. He followed behind her, walking close enough that their fingertips brushed against each other every few steps. There was an electric charge sparking between them, and Darcy felt like everyone in the lobby was staring at them.

And then they were in the quiet corridor, within steps of her room. Loki held his hand out for the key, silently demanding to enter first. With a concern for his aches and bruises, Darcy thought about protesting. The slight clenching of his defiant jaw gave him away, and she acquiesced silently. She knew he was only concerned with keeping her safe, and on tonight of all nights, she could stand to indulge his need.

The room was empty, as expected, and Darcy followed him inside. The door had barely closed behind her when she was pressed up against it by six feet of frantic, aroused male. She groaned against his mouth, clinging to him as his tongue swept between her lips. His hands were everywhere: sunk in her hair, caressing her cheek and neck, gripping her waist and kneading her hips.

His touch was soft, if insistent; it was a direct contrast to the unyielding wood of the door at her back, and she shifted against him. The motion brought him back to his senses, and he pulled her away from the door. Toward the bed.

Tripping over herself to pull them up short, she whispered against his mouth, “Are you sure? Your bruises—”

“I’m sure,” he growled, nipping lightly at her lower lip as punishment for doubting him.

“Okay,” she whispered, leaning fully into his body and opening herself up to him.

He froze against her, then burst into a blur of action. All of a sudden her back hit the bed, and he was reaching to help her strip beneath him. She watched him through lowered lashes as he moved; she wanted to memorize everything about this moment.

His eyes shone with appreciation as he looked at her, and he leaned back on his heels to study the picture she made. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” she promised, pulling him back down to her. And then there was no more talking.

[enchantedbyhiddles]

@winterrbuns replied to your post “Unpopular opinion: I think I might like the new Loki costume with blue...”

I hope the colour change was a mark of respect to Frigga

I think it has more to do with Hela being black-green now as well. That’s a bit confusing. Beside blue is a typical royal colour, as is yellow/gold. We’ve seen that in a setting, where he likely visits as king. :) A nod to Frigga would be nice as well, but I’m not counting on it.

teacuphiddlesfics replied to your post “Unpopular opinion: I think I might like the new Loki costume with blue...”

It's different and I sort of like that. The colours sort of suit him visually better too.

Agree. Blue and yellow is so pleasing as a contrast, but somehow underrated. I think it isn’t used that often for comic heroes and villains either. I know the classic X-Men costume has it and Thanos is often in blue-yellow as well. Can’t think of anyone else right now.

Otherwise heroes often feature red and blue, and villains green and purple.

[dresupi]

falling into bed

Ship:  Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers For:  @winterrbuns Prompt:  #16. Blankets

Darcy sighed heavily as her head hit the pillow.  She tugged the soft blanket up over her body and allowed her eyes to close.  

"Finally…" Steve murmured in her ear, wrapping his arm around her waist.  "Didn't think you were ever coming to bed."  

"M' so cold.  It's not supposed to be this cold until December. S'only Fall."  

"Aren't you used to NYC weather yet, doll?"  Bucky's breath was warm on her face.  And his kisses helped the temperature issue considerably.  

"No.  I'm not," she whined.  "I'm in terrible distress.  Save me."  

"I mean, we're both snuggling you under all the blankets, not sure what else we can do…" Steve trailed off.

"How tired are you, Darce?" Bucky asked, the grin almost audible in his voice.

[dresupi]

warm

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Loki For:  @winterrbuns Prompt:  #30.  Seeing Your Breath

Loki smirked when Darcy spoke, her breath coming out in puffs in front of her.  He leaned closer, his cool lips pressing to hers and drowning out whatever she was saying in muffled gasps of surprise.  

Her arms came up to wind around his neck as she rose on her toes to better reach him.  She was so deliciously… warm.  She fit so perfectly against him. She was everything Midgardian women weren’t.  

And a whole list of things he didn’t even know he wanted before meeting Darcy Lewis.

[dresupi]

a very nice specimen

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Loki For:  @winterrbuns Prompt:  from [this list], i’m posing naked in your art class please stop giggling what are you giggling at AU

Loki again tried to calm his nerves, but the high pitched titters from the far corner of the classroom kept pulling him out of his calm.  

He took a deep breath as the professor again shushed the incredibly rude individual who dared giggle at him.  

He knew he was no Adonis, but he definitely wasn't the opposite either.  He had muscle tone.  His abdominal muscles were very defined.  

Once the two hour ordeal was over, he reminded himself again just how much money he was making off this.  Because no matter how high his self esteem was, being laughed at while naked was a recurring stress dream he had.  

He was pulling on his robe when someone tapped him on the shoulder.  He turned, looking down into a pair of wide blue eyes.  "I just wanted to apologize…"  she said, hefting her portfolio under her arm.  "I get nervous when I'm around nude people, I have no idea why…"

"Your strict, midwestern upbringing?" he countered, arching his eyebrow.  

She snort-laughed, nodding.  "Wouldn't doubt it in the least.  Just…" she shrugged.  "For what it's worth, it's worse around hot guys.  Which you are." She waved her hand vaguely to encompass his entire body.  "A specimen."  

He felt a blush rising in his cheeks.  "I might be persuaded to forgive you…" He smirked a little.

"You drink coffee?" she asked, not missing a beat.  "You could throw something on and I could treat you.  It's the least I could do after giggling."  

Loki reached for his clothing that he'd laid over a chair.  "I'll need a few minutes...I don't believe I caught your name?"  

"Darcy.  Lewis," she answered.  "And I know yours."  

[dresupi]

Great prompt list. Wintershock 10 please 💛

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes/Darcy LewisWord Count: 848Prompt:  #10 "Can you keep it down?"

Darcy thought she heard a knock on her door, but she wasn't entirely sure.  

She was vacuuming, so it totally could have been her mind playing tricks on her. It wouldn't be the first time this happened, so it was entirely possible.  

Still, though.  

She turned off the vacuum and listened hard, her ears ringing a little.  Her vacuum was old and loud as hell.  

Sure enough, there were three sharp knocks on her front door.  

Glancing up at the clock, she groaned.  It was past nine.  So, she knew exactly who was knocking on her door.  

She sighed heavily and unlocked the deadbolt, swinging the door open to a slightly miffed version of her hot downstairs neighbor.  

He was hot, but good gravy, he was easily miffed.    

"I'm sorry to keep asking this…" Bucky began.  "But, could ya keep it down?  I mean...I think I've explained this a couple of times, but I have to --"  

"Get up early for work, yeah I know," Darcy grumbled.  "You and me and everyone else in this Thorforsaken building have to get up in the morning for work. It's not a new or relatively hard-to-understand concept, Barnes."  

He frowned.  "Look, I was trying to be polite here...but if you have to get up too, maybe you should think about going to bed at a reasonable time."  

"And just leave my apartment in a complete and utter mess?  Not-effing-likely, dude.  Because the next thing would be you complaining that I gave you mice or something stupid like that."

He snorted.  "Doll, it's Brooklyn.  Everyone has mice."  

"And did they all come from my noisy apartment? Because a lot of things seem to be my fault around here."

"I don't think that's very fair…" he countered, crossing his arms and somehow managing to look even more hot the grumpier he became.  It should be illegal.  

"I have to vacuum my floors.  Maybe invest in some ear plugs or something, I dunno." She shrugged and placed her hand on the door frame.  

"Or just vacuum at a decent hour."  

"Nine fifteen IS a decent hour, Gramps!  You'd think that with all that sleep you're getting, you'd be in at least a marginally better mood!"  

"Who are you callin' Gramps?"  he sneered.

"Who do you think?" was her enlightened retort.

"Sweetheart, I'm the only one here!"  He smirked and opened his arms wide.  

"You want me to repeat it, Gramps?"  

"No, I can hear ya just fine,  and that's the problem, I'm hearin' ya!"  

A door opened across the hall and Mrs. Washner stuck her head out into the hallway.  "Could you two take your foreplay inside? I'm trying to put my kid to bed over here!"  

"Foreplay? What, you kiss your kid with that mouth, Mrs. Washner?" Bucky snarked across the hall.  

"Just keep it down, got it?"  Mrs. Washner slammed her door and left them in silence.

Silence that lasted an awkward amount of time.  

Bucky turned back to face Darcy.  "Look, I'm just...uh...gonna...go back to my place."  

"Cool. Awesome.  I'm just gonna finish my vacuuming."  

He paused, taking a deep breath before turning back to face her.  "Can it wait until the morning? Please."  

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' before smiling sweetly in his direction.  "And I've got the whole rest of my apartment to do."  

"The whole rest of it, huh?" He tilted his head and moved fractionally closer. "You're gonna be up for a while, then."  

"I was planning on it.  I was gonna watch 'The Tonight Show' after I'm done.  I was gonna turn up the surround sound so it would really feel like I was there." 

She wasn't sure when the tone of their argument had changed, but if she had to put her finger on it, it was probably right after Mrs. Washner had accused them of engaging in foreplay.  

Because while yes, it felt like flirting before...what with how his hotness levels increased in ratio to his grumpiness levels...it really felt like more now.  With the ever shrinking distance between them.  And her one hand on the vacuum handle because that was the only thing grounding her and keeping her from wrapping herself around his waist.

"Are you really gonna do that, Darce?" he asked, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.  "Are you really gonna turn up your surround sound that late at night?"  

"I live alone," she teased. "So who's gonna stop me?"  Running her tongue along the underside of her top teeth, she leaned against the door frame, her hand mere centimeters from his.  "You?"  

"Be kinda hard to stop you from my apartment…"  

"Yeah, it would.  You'd have to be here."  

"That an invitation?" he rumbled, his voice dropping nearly an octave.  

"You'd better believe it," she breathed, letting go of the vacuum.

One arm snaked around her waist and she tilted her head as he sealed his lips over hers.  Their kissing was wild, all teeth and tongue.  Arms and hands, gripping and tugging and pulling.  

He slammed the door behind them, sliding the dead bolt into place.