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[holylulusworld]

Born this way (1)

A/N: This is my entry for @firefly-in-darkness​ Movie Challenge. My prompt was Underworld, so my reader is a vampire and death dealer like Selene in the movie.

I choose a quote from Underworld: Endless War: “I have been killing these Lycan beasts for the past four hundred years, and it never gets old; just like me.”

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Vampire!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, language, blood, fighting, vampire reader, characters death, arguments, tension, enemies to allies, awkward flirting skills, biting, blood sucking (slightly), dominant reader, mentions of masturbation, Dean is turned on

Words: 2,3 k

A/N2: Serene is Y/N’s code name.

Part 1/?

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Born in darkness and blood you are used to pain, the smell of blood and to take your enemies' lives. It doesn’t bother you your katana cuts through the werewolf’s chest or that his head drops to the floor seconds later.

“Serene,” you can hear your companion and brother in arms call for you. “More are coming, we need to retreat.”

“No, Jasiah,” it’s useless to discuss your orders. You are in charge of this mission and will be damned to not bring every single enemy down. “We are almost done.”

“Fuck, we are done for,” Jasiah complains. He flattens against the wall, checking on his gun. “No ammo left. We should wait for backup.”

“Hell, we are death dealers, not weak little puppies. If you want to act like a coward, go ahead and crawl back to your mommy,” you sneer, hating to waste your time on talking, not killing the wolves. “Two left. Go now or fight like a death dealer.”

“I’m out,” Jasiah runs for the hills, screaming when one of the werewolves jumps at him. Before you can do anything the wolf sinks his teeth into your companion’s neck to rip his throat out. 

“Idiot,” you curse under your breath. “I knew it was a mistake to trust a rookie to have my back.” You debate to just throw yourself into the lost battle or sit this one out. Two werewolves against one blade aren’t the best option but you never were a coward.

“Fuck it!” flatten against the wall you poke your head around the corner to get a glimpse of two new players. 

“Look at this,” a voice barks, cuts through the silence you were craving to sneak behind one of the wolves. Whoever the men arriving are, they are human.

You can smell their sweat and a hint of gunpowder on the shorter man as you watch them with curiosity.

“Sammy, like in Baltimore,” the short guy yells and you tiptoe toward the next wall to flatten against it. You hide in the shadows, take advantage of the dark.

The shorter man and his companion stand back-to-back when the wolves try to crowd them.

Whilst you press your katana to your chest, the men start a fight with the wolves.

If the men distract the wolves long enough, you can take them down. So, you wait for the gunshots to end, but it seems these humans are stronger than you gave them credit for.

You can hear a gunshot echo through the night, and a wolf drops to the ground. The faint scent of blood, the beast’s stink and silver fills your nostrils, and you know – the men coming to your aid are nothing like regular humans.

“Hunters,” you poke your head around the corner, watch the shorter man struggle to get back up whilst his partner tries to shoot the other wolf and fails. “Fuck—” you make your decision in a split-second. 

You leave your safe spot, jump over the man on the ground to push his partner out of your way. If they got bitten, you will take care of them later. 

For now, you take a deep breath before you storm toward the werewolf. You move so fast that you appear as nothing but a blur. While the werewolf tries to find out what hit him, you ram your fist into his chest, ripping his heart out.

“He was a coward, but that was for Jasiah,” you growl, dropping the heart to the ground, stomping on it. “And this was for my team, werewolf scum. We told you to stay out of our territory.”

“Fuck, what was that?” you can hear the human pant behind you. He presses his gun into your back and you sigh, shaking your head.

“Think about it before you pull the trigger. I will let you go if you didn’t get bitten. But if you pull the trigger, you are dead before your brain can process I ripped your throat out,” you dip your head, listen to the other man’s footsteps.

“Dean, she’s not one of them,” his partner warns. You can hear his heart thunder in his chest, causing you to smirk to yourself. He’s afraid you will hurt the shorter guy. “Let’s just go.”

“She’s not human, Sammy. Did you see or rather not see what she did to that beast? We can’t let her go,” the man grunts, poking your back with his gun.

“I am losing my patience here, human. Shoot me or leave it. I got better things to do, like having a shower and to find the rest of the pack,” you twirl around, grasp for the man’s gun to break it into two halves. 

“What the—fuck!” he grunts, glaring at you. He seems to still not realize you could break him like you broke his gun or he simply doesn’t care.

“You are too cocky for a mere human,” you step closer, admiring the man doesn’t even flinch when you lean closer to check on his neck. “Did you get bitten, hunter?”

“I would’ve ended my life if one of those feral dogs’ bit me, sweetheart,” an amused snort leaves your throat. The hunter seems to forget you are a dangerous vampire, not some random waitress at a diner when he begins to flirt with you. “What about you? Any bite marks I should check?”

“They can’t turn me, hunter,” you whip your head toward the other hunter, drinking him in. “What about you, big boy? Did you get bitten?”

“My brother didn’t end up as a chew toy for your furry friends. Now tell me why you crashed our hunt with your presence,” you can feel the hunter’s eyes on you as you walk toward his brother to check on him. “Hey! Hands off my brother.”

“Dean, it’s fine,” the other hunter says. He willingly let you check on his neck, gun pressed to his thigh. “She won’t hurt me, or we would be dead by now.”

“We keep humans out of our fights,” the shorter hunter huffs behind you, sneering when you turn around to face him again.

“Says one of the bloodsuckers killing my people,” this time you scoff, but you step closer again to press your katana to his throat.

“I dare you to ever name me and those feral beasts in one line ever again. I am Y/N, a death dealer and pureblood. Born this way and I do not suck blood from dirty little creatures like you,” he seems to be offended when you glance at his neck in disgust. “You stink and I bet you taste as you smell.”

“Hey, lady!” he grunts. “I bet my blood tastes like heaven and you would moan my name while sucking me dry.” 

“OH—” you kinda like his cocky attitude. No human facing one of your kind ever acted like the hunter. Most of them ran for their lives or tried to beg you to shelter them. “Maybe I’ll make an exception for you and suck you dry.”

He swallows thickly when you bare your fangs. “Uh—I’ll pass, lady. I think you should suck your werewolf friends or something. You’ll not get to bite my neck.”

“I could simply break it,” you remove the katana from his neck, putting it back into its sheath. “Or you could tell me how you found the pack.”

“Why? Is it not your job to know where to find the rest of the pack, wonder woman in black leather? Who wears a wet look catsuit and combat boots to a fight?” He eyes you up and down, eyes stopping at your chest. 

“You forgot the corset,” he snickers but his hand slowly moves to the back of his pants to get a knife out. “If I were you, I would spare me the pain. Your cute knife won’t hurt me, little hunter.”

“Little?” he cocks his head, brows knit together when he looks you up and down. “I’m taller than you, little vampire.”

“I meant my strength, speed, and grace,” you pat his chest, snickering when he looks at you, clearly confused. “Now you should go home, have some sweets, and suck your thumb, human. I’ll handle the rest of the pack.”

“Alone?” the taller hunter asks, watching you kneel next to your fallen companion. “Your partner didn’t make it, just like the rest of your team. Whoever tried to take you down, they almost succeed.”

“Almost,” you whisper, closing your Jasiah’s eyes, shaking your head. “This should’ve been an easy mission. But then, all hell broke loose.”

“Smells like a trap,” the cocky hunter says, crouching down next to you. “I never saw a werewolf this strong. And I killed a lot of those furry beasts. What about you?”

“I have been killing these Lycan beasts for the past four hundred years, and it never gets old; just like me,” you whisper, glancing at your fallen team. “My team was the same. Jasiah was a rookie, a newly awoken vampire but the others,” you shake your head, sighing deeply. “This is impossible.”  

“F-four hundred years,” the hunter stutters, eying you again. “Whoa, you must have a hell of a make-up artist or crap.”

“Dean, can you just not?” his brother groans. “I don’t know about your new lady friend, but we should get out of here. I bet more werewolves will come soon.”

“He isn’t wrong, cocky hunter,” you slowly get back up, glance at your fallen brothers and sisters one last time. “I will take care of this mess. You should leave now.”

“The hell! This is our case, Ms. Sharp Teeth in too tight clothes. If anyone should get out of here, it’s you!” The hunter is in your face, breathes heavily and you have to admit, he has guts. 

“We all should get out of here right now,” the taller hunter grabs his brother’s arm to drag him out of the building.

“No, Sammy! You can’t let her win!”

“This is not about winning but staying alive, Dean. Just drop it! She’s pureblood!”

“What the fuck!” Watching you walk into the bunker Dean frowns deeply. He aims a shotgun at you, daring you to step any closer. “How did you get in here?”

“I followed your stink, hunter boy,” you casually drop three bags onto the ground to step further into the room. “I think we never introduced ourselves.”

“Lady in a catsuit, this is my shotgun,” Dean unlocks his gun. “Shotgun, this is a vampire. A pureblood.”

“Y/N, or Serene if my code name is of interest for you,” he watches you wrap your hand around the barrel of the shotgun to press it to your chest. “You were right, hunter. It was a trap.”

“Interesting,” you can hear his heart race when you bare your teeth once again. “What do you want here?”

“You found the pack once,” he blinks a few times before, to your surprise, he starts to laugh. “I want you to help me find it again. I cannot trust my fellow vampires any longer. Too many of us died last week.”

“Lady, you can’t just,” you snatch the gun out of his hands to throw it over your shoulder. Faster than he can blink you wrap your hand around his throat to slam him into the wall, holding the hunter there. “Hey!”

“Your name is Dean Winchester. Your brother is named Sam,” he pants heavily when you lean closer, to graze your fangs over his jugular. “I could just sink my teeth into your neck and kill you. But, I come in peace, hunter. I heard rumors about you and your brother. You must be special among humans and even hunters.”

“I don’t feel special right now,” Dean shudders when your teeth sink further into his skin to draw a little blood. 

“I was wrong,” you moan, licking the blood off his skin. “You taste good, almost divine. I think I’ll keep you, hunter.”

“I’m no pet,” the hunter protests as you eagerly suckle at the little wound you left to help it heal. “Lady!”

“Hmm…I think we have a traitor among us, Dean. If I can find the leader of the pack, I will get a name and leave you alone. Until then, I will be your guest,” Dean grunts, still struggling against your strength.

“You will keep your teeth to yourself, lady,” he will never admit his cock twitched in his pants the moment you started to sink your teeth in his neck. “Or you will end up dead.”

“I don’t think you can kill me, but it’s a deal,” licking the last droplets of his skin, tasting his blood on your tongue you feel eyes on you. “Now, how did you find the pack?”

“Research, knowledge, instinct,” Sam says, pressing the shotgun into your back. “I would appreciate it if you could remove your fangs from my brother's throat.”

“He liked it,” you peck Dean’s neck, stepping away to watch the hunter tug at his suddenly too-tight pants. “I can smell his arousal and his hormone level has gone through the roof.”

“I—uh,” Dean stammers. “Fuck, what are you?”

“A pureblood. I can smell, see, and hear everything, hunter. I can smell your shampoo, your shave cream, and the pie you ate. I know you masturbated not an hour ago, I can still smell your cum on your hands,” his lips twitch and his face, well it’s bright red. 

“Keep your nose out of my business, vampire lady,” the hunter storms off, throwing insults at you. 

“Good, now we can talk about research, Samuel. How do you do this?” you turn your attention toward Dean’s brother. “I never had to do research. We have our people to do so.”

“Why are you here? Don’t you have a team of—” Sam watches you walk toward your bags to pick them up. “What happened?”

“I asked too many questions after my team got slaughtered. Suddenly it was my fault, and they called me a traitor,” you laugh bitterly. “I was always loyal. Four hundred years don’t mean anything when someone calls you a traitor, I guess.”

“That’s—” Sam watches you walk out of the library. “Where are you going? Y/N?”

“I’ll leave you to research and will talk to your brother,” you look over your shoulder, baring your fangs. “And don’t worry, I only want to play with him a little bit. I will not suck him dry…”

>> Part 2

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[nekoannie-chan]

First times

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word count: 1648 words.

Summary: A small collection of a few of the first times with Steve.

Warnings: Smut, not very explicit.

A/N: This is my entry to @firefly-in-darkness‘ Movie Challenge with the movie prompt: X-men and “First time ever I say your face” by Roberta Flack.

Thanks to my beta reader @saiyanprincessswanie I love you Missy, you helped me a lot with this one.

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The first time you saw each other

 It had become late in the day as you ran into the X-Mansion. Professor Xavier had asked you to collaborate on a mission with Captain America and the rest of the Avengers.

“I'm so sorry. I fell asleep,” you announced as you entered the room. 

Steve had planned to scold you about how it wasn’t proper to be late for a meeting. However, as soon as he saw you standing before him, he was left speechless. He was completely mesmerized by your beautiful eyes as they locked with his deep blue ones. Your beauty had taken him off guard as his eyes drifted down your body. His heart sped up as he introduced himself to you.

You were in awe as you stared back at Captain Rogers. The well-known Captain was definitely easy on the eyes with a body that was bulging in his suit. Internally you were undressing him, wondering what lies underneath. You cleared your throat to shake the thoughts out of your head and followed him to discuss what was expected of you. During the conversation, you noticed that he refused to look at you as he explained everything. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed by the lack of attention from him. Little did you know Steve was struggling to stay on point with the discussion as his heart had already fallen for you.

The first kiss

 The mission had been successful as you worked together to take down a Hydra base. After securing the prisoners to be transferred to the raft you walked towards the Quinjet with Steve on your heels. As you walked up the ramp of the jet you turned around to speak to him but the words died in your throat. You laughed at seeing Steve’s face covered with dirt and his normally perfect hair was out of place. Who knew this perfect man, that could easily be a model, looks so normal at this moment. 

Steve raised his arm and placed a hand on your cheek. His thumb gently caressed your face and your breath hitched as he looked at you lovingly. You were too close to one other… “Steve?” you asked softly.

His blue eyes never left yours as he smiled at you. "You have something on your...”

You grabbed him by his Captain suit and pulled him into a kiss. Your bodies were close to one another as your tongue ran across his lips seeking out permission to enter. At first, Steve didn’t know how to react but immediately kissed you. His mouth parted as your tongues danced against the other, savoring the moment that you finally gave in to temptation. What a way to celebrate a victory.

The first date

 Today was an exciting day, as you looked yourself over for the last time in the mirror preparing for your date with Steve. The plan was he would pick you up at noon so you could both enjoy a quiet picnic together. A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts as you giddily made your way to the door. Opening it Steve stood there with a smile on his face.

“Wow, you look beautiful, doll.” His eyes roamed over your figure taking in the beautiful sundress that you wore. 

“Thank you, Steve. I just need to lock up and I’m ready to go.” You grabbed your keys from the table next to the door and locked it. Steve held his arm out for you as you both headed outside to his car. Like a gentleman, he held the door as you got into the vehicle. Quickly he jogged around the car and got in. You looked over to him and smiled as he started the car. “So where are we going?”

The car pulled away from the curb as he started to make his way to the countryside. “That sweetheart is a secret.” You nodded, taking in what he said as the excitement of the unknown coursed through you. 

After a thirty-minute drive, you finally arrived at a park that was surrounded by trees. The both of you got out of the car and grabbed the items that he packed. Steve started to arrange the tablecloth he brought while you held the basket with the food. It was a beautiful area and one that you had never visited before. There was nothing that could ruin the first date and you were sure it would be unforgettable.

"Have you ever flown a kite?"  He asked in between bites of fruit that was laid out before you both.

"No, but it is something I always wanted to try.” You answered as you popped a grape into your mouth. 

To your surprise he took out a colorful kite and took your hand, pulling you to your feet. Steve explained how to fly the kite and even helped you get it soaring high above your head. Both of you were laughing and making conversation as the kite danced in the wind. Life seemed to stand still at that moment.

As the kite came crashing to the ground you realized that an hour had passed. Steve picked up the kite as you both walked hand in hand back to your blanket. As you reached the little area you set up you noticed something unexpected had happened. You were speechless upon seeing that there were rabbits on the blanket eating the food that you both left out. Laughter broke out between you both.

“Well, it looks like someone wanted our snacks more than us,” you chuckled out. 

“Do you want to go to eat somewhere else?” Steve asked as he shooed the rabbits off the blanket. 

"I think that sounds great. Though you have to admit this was funny.” Gathering up everything you both left the park in search of something to eat.

The first time you slept together

 You had both gone on a mission to do surveillance of a terrorist group trying to get their hands on weapons. After you both gathered the information that was needed you had headed back to the safe house to wait for extraction in the morning. It was a small cabin consisting of one bed. 

Steve bit his bottom lip as you dropped your bag on the bed. “Why don’t you take the bed. I can sleep on the floor.” He placed his bag on a small square table as he grabbed his clothes to change into.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Steve, the bed is big enough for us both. We could both use a bed to sleep on after that mission. Let's just shower and share the bed.” He tried to insist on sleeping on the floor but you wouldn’t hear it. 

After you both showered you, each crawled under the covers. Steve felt extremely shy as he laid next to you in the bed. Sleeping in the same bed with a female was something that was frowned upon in his time if you weren’t married. To break the awkwardness, you rolled over on your side facing him and threw your arm over his chest. Your head rested comfortably against his chest and you could feel yourself slowly start to drift off. Steve wrapped his arm around you, holding you close to him, and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

The first night together

 It began with tender kisses that turned into hungry lips that took the breath out of you. The feeling of his hesitant hands that roamed your body had awakened sensations that you never felt before in your life. Clothes were quickly discarded as you both crawled into bed. Steve was no longer the shy man you knew in your everyday life. Between the sheets, he became confident as he devastated you with his mouth between your legs. By the time you came on his tongue and fingers, your pussy was ready to take him. Steve pushed into your wet slit with ease and slowly took you apart. 

Your moans filled the air as he pulled one orgasm after another from you. Steve was unlike any lover you had in your past as he was more focused on your pleasure than his. By the time your third orgasm was pulled from you, Steve finally chased his end and spilled his seed deep inside you. He pulled out of you, collapsing next to your body. His arm pulled you close and your head rested on his chest. You couldn’t help but smile as he whispered, he wasn’t finished with you yet.

The first "I love you"

 "I don't understand why he asked for all these reports. Professor X just has to say what happened," you complained when you saw Steve come in with the drinks.

"Come on, it's not difficult," he replied, handing you one of the drinks.

"I never said it was difficult, I said it's tedious," you reproached. You wrinkled your nose at the thought of doing paperwork. It was a waste of time in your eyes.

You watched Steve out of the corner of your eye as he moved nervously in his seat. Whenever he wanted to propose something to you, he did that.

"Is something wrong?" you nervously asked.

Steve blushed at your question. Nothing is wrong. I-I just love you," he muttered almost inaudibly.

You spun around to face him. "What did you say?" You weren't sure that you heard him correctly.

He tried to make himself look busy. "It’s nothing...” His eyes looked away from you. 

You walked over to where he stood and gently grabbed his hand. “Say it again.”

Steve’s blue eyes looked into yours as he took a deep breath. "I love you.”

"I love you too.” Tears of joy threatened to fall from your eyes as he pulled you into a kiss. 

[little-diable]

Bonnie and Clyde 2.0 - Biker! Bucky Barnes (smut)

Witten for @firefly-in-darkness movie challenge (I chose pulp fiction) and my own 9k challenge. @band--psycho created the moodboard. You’ll find some parallels to the movie and a few quotes. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Two fugitives on the run, two lovers that live out of a suitcase, leaving their hometown behind to strengthen their connection.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, robbery, guns (nobody gets hurt tho), some good ole’ angst, but a happy end (kind of) 

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (2.4k+)

“Are you ready?” His voice dropped with each syllable that spilled from his chapped lips, metallic arm shining in the bright Los Angeles sunlight. Her pupils slightly got wider behind the dark pair of sunglasses, gaze flickering between her lover and the waitress that tried to calm a pair of unsatisfied customers.

(Y/n) reached for her suitcase with one hand, while the other one tightened its grip on her gun. A slight nod of her head signaled him to rise from his seat, clearing his voice before he raised his own gun, metal just as shiny, just as mysterious as his arm.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky turned towards his girl, smirking as she blew him a kiss.

“I love you too, you crazy motherfucker,” she settled behind him, cocking her gun as Bucky’s voice echoed through the diner, speaking to the confused and scared customers.

“Everybody be cool, this is a robbery.”

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The wind was blowing through her hair, arms tightly wrapped around his middle, squeezing him with each turn his machine took. Alpine was roaring through the night, rattling as the moon was standing high, guiding the two through the rough land, protecting them from the darkness that lingered behind thick clouds of rain.

Both trusted the road to take them where they would be safe, hidden from the cops that looked for the two that got called “Bonnie and Clyde 2.0” - a cheap nickname the newspapers came up with. Two fugitives on the run, two lovers that live out of a suitcase, leaving their hometown behind to strengthen their connection.

By now it almost felt too natural, too easy to rob one diner after another. It was always the same routine, he’d tell her how much he loves her before drowning his cup of coffee, rising from his seat with a gun in his hand, not planning to kill anyone but the register full of cash.

Not once would they doubt their motives, two lovers that needed money to survive, to make their way through the land, highs, and lows that kept them on their toes. At the end of the day, they’d just be themselves, a suitcase and a bike that swore to take them wherever they planned on driving to next.

Late at night, as they’d crash in a motel on the side of the road, he’d make love to her in the most intimate way. Caring, soft and sweet, kissing promises into her skin, silently apologising for the unstable and dangerous lifestyle he had pulled her into.

Bucky would fuck her on the bed, against the wall, or in the shower, sometimes - just sometimes - he’d pull Alpine over, would stop the engine to fuck her on his bike in the middle of nowhere. His cock would twitch deep inside of her, holding onto her as the burning heat would engulf them, sweaty bodies would meet, kisses would get pressed against their swollen lips.

He was addicted to her, urged on by the adrenaline that would rush through him while he’d speed through the streets, hiding from the cops that kept on looking for the two. They were careful enough, ready to lay low for days on end, parting ways for a day and a night, just to meet again at the end of the road.

They’d dance to Johnny Cash as the sun was setting, whispering tunes only the dead knew by heart. Where the gun is cocked as the bullet’s cold, where the miles are marked in the blood and gold - they’d always meet up further on up the road. 

“I’ll see if they have a phone,” (y/n)’s feet tingled, legs quivering from sitting on Alpine for way too long. His metal hand clamped down on her hand, pulling her against his front, not giving her a chance to leave the dark and dusty hotel room. Bucky’s cold breath met her neck, hairs rising, hyper-alert to her surroundings.

“We talked about this, you can’t.” Her heart ached, desperate to hear her mother’s voice again, to talk about the ones she had left behind, sick and poor, healthy and rich, caring or not about her sudden disappearance. She turned around in his embrace, ran her hand through his hair, scratching his burning scalp.

“I just miss her, you know?” A kiss got shared between the two, lips meeting hers to stop her from talking, not used to seeing her this fragile and confused, with waves of sadness crashing through her system. Impatient hands tugged on the zipper of her leather jacket, watching the heavy piece of fabric tumbling to the floor.

“Maybe we just need to distract you for a while,” Bucky’s rough voice sidetracked her from the loud thoughts that screamed at her to run, to rip herself out of his claws. His metallic fingers danced up and down her throat, softly squeezing the skin, a simple reminder of their arrangement, she was his, till handcuffs would tighten their grip on his wrists, ready to convict him for his wrongdoings.

Swiftly he had her pressed against the wall, forcing his hand into her trousers, rubbing her clit through her panties. She panted his name, (y/n) was fighting a war inside her head, holding onto the last strings of sanity that kept her focused, trying to ignore the silent whispers of the darkness, pulling her further into his trap, chaining her to the criminal.

Heavy breaths spilled from their lips, the temperature kept rising, begging them to finally undress themselves, to give into their cravings. Bucky watched her step out of her trousers, working on the dark belt of his, freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his clothes. He slipped into her before she could say another word, roughly fucking her as the pictures on the wall began to shake, about to crash to the floor.

“You feel this?” His metallic hand disappeared beneath her shirt, pressed against her lower belly, feeling his cock deep inside of her. Bucky fucked her like it was their last night of freedom, facing the cops that were betting on the two lovers, watching them fall apart as the world was closing in on them. “I’ll always be right here with you, we belong together.”

Her teeth nibbled on his lower lip, hands tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck, keeping him close. Their orgasms were creeping closer, ready to rock through them, to distract them from the life they were living, allowing them to take deep breaths without worrying about curious eyes.

“I love you,” were the last words she spoke before her walls began to clamp down on his cock, squeezing him, begging him to fuck her through her orgasm. Bucky seemed to understand the signals her body was sending out to him, he kept on snapping his hips against hers, cock covered in her arousal, the sweet drops of her release.

The moment his warmth began to spread through her (y/n)’s legs gave out, body tumbling against his, almost knocking him off his own feet.

Late at night when she was asleep he’d lay next to her with a racing heart. Bucky couldn’t help but feel guilty, hating himself for tainting a pure girl like her, she could live a life filled with love and success, no longer having to sleep on dirty mattresses, to eat cheap meals. She could live the life she deserves. A life without a criminal by her side, though with a man that would cherish and love her just like he should.

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“You never can tell” played from the jukebox. A few people danced through the diner, moving to the song, singing the lyrics. (Y/n) watched them with a tight smile playing on her lips, sipping on the cocktail she had ordered an hour ago. Bucky was absorbed into the newspaper he had stolen from a gas station earlier that day.

(Y/n) studied him, he was biting down on his lip, eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out if they were in danger if the cops were truly as close to them as the newspapers kept on telling. Words were burning on her tongue, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed and jealous, of the ones that got twirled around by their lovers.

“Don’t you hate that?” A sigh left her, eyes still focused on Bucky, waiting for him to finally lift his gaze off the white paper.

“What?” Just for a second, he placed the newspaper down, waiting for her to speak, to explain her random choice of words. He couldn’t waste any time, had to figure out if they still had enough time to eat before having to cock their guns.

“Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?”

“I don't know. That's a good question.” Bucky tried to stop his eyes from rolling, slightly shaking his head, averting his gaze once again.

“That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, (y/n) was spitting each word, placing her glass down, finishing the way too expensive drink.

Her hands tugged on his, pulling him out of their booth, straight towards the dance floor. She felt her gun moving with each step she took, burning into her skin, preparing for their old routine, the one she could talk about as she was barely awake. In this very moment, it was just the two of them, dancing with one another, sharing kisses, not worrying about the road they’d have to take in a few minutes.

“You need to promise me something, doll.” Bucky’s hand found its way to her jaw, holding onto her as she danced to the beat. “Do you see the door back there?” He twirled her into the right direction, eyes focused on the barely alight door, the one where a lazy waitress had scribbled “exit” onto the wood.

She only nodded her head, didn’t reply to his question, wondering where he was going with this.

“The second I tell you to run, you’ll take off through that door, understood?” Her mouth opened and closed, thoughts racing, trying to figure out if he was coming up with a new routine, anything to set the cops onto the wrong track. But the dark eyes of his told a different story, the almost painful expression he wore explained everything she needed to know.

“I won’t leave you.” Tears welled up in her eyes, hands trembling, reaching for the collar of his leather jacket. Her lips found his, he could taste her tears on her skin, the drops that were as salty as the ocean, rocking his boat back and forth as the sun was setting, painting the dark water in a red shade.

His heart burned, trying to understand that this was the last time he’d see her, the last time he’d get to hold her. She had been like a dream, too good to be true, too colorful for his dark world, a splash of color he was about to wipe off his soul.

“Call your mom for me, tell her I said sorry.” Bucky dried her tears with his lips, kissing along her cheeks, anything to remember the feeling of her skin, the scent of hers he’d hold onto as life has lost its meaning.

Bile pooled in her mouth, insides churning, finally understanding that he was saying goodbye. He was waking her from the dream that had clouded her mind for months, pulling her back into the harsh reality of her life. She couldn’t live without him, couldn’t survive if she wouldn’t breathe the same air as Bucky.

“Take the suitcase and run.” A soft push ripped her off his chest, hands no longer holding onto him. (Y/n)’s vision was blurred, tears kept on streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the dirty diner floor. Bucky disappeared in the crowd of dancing people, he didn’t spare her another glance, didn’t stick around for long enough to see if she’d make it to safety.

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Rain was falling from the sky, pitter-pattering against her window. Different polaroid pictures were placed on her blanket, memories she had kept in her suitcase, hidden away for months. The reminders of him had been too painful for (y/n), she barely looked at the pictures she had taken of his handsome face, but she couldn’t make it through the day without touching the necklace he had gifted her, hoping that his scent was still sticking to the metal.

“What’s that?” Her chuckles rumbled through her, naked body placed in front of him, waiting for Bucky to finally give in. He had been teasing her for the past hours, keeping her at arm's length, barely touching her.

“A promise,” his voice dropped, hands finally reaching for hers, “a promise that no matter what, you’ll always have my heart.”

The silvery necklace he pulled out of his jacket got placed around her neck, twinkling in the faint light. (Y/n)’s fingers traced the pendant, smiling at the man her heart had chosen to love. The kiss she pressed against his lips grew raw and hungry, pulling him closer to her naked frame.

Bucky’s fingers ran through her folds, collecting drops of arousal that dripped from her heat, begging him to finally fuck her. She reached for his length, pumped him a few times, silently asking him if he was ready to make love to her all through the night.

Both moaned in unison, holding onto one another, settling for a calm rhythm, trying to get adjusted to one another’s body. Her walls fluttered, feeling the thin, velvety skin of his, exploring every inch of his glorious self, ready to burn her touch into his soul.

“Here, this came for you.” Her mother entered the room with a smile on her lips, placing a card down on (y/n)’s desk. She had left before her daughter could ask any questions, leaving her behind with her loud thoughts. Cautiously she neared her desk, fingers running along the slightly worn-out paper of the card.

“Greetings from Rome” had been printed onto the paper, next to a few pictures. Her hands trembled as she turned the card, a single chuckle left her lips, glassy eyes reading through the words that had been scribbled onto the paper. 

No matter what, he’d always have her heart, even oceans apart.

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Informant

this is my entry for  #fireflymovieinspo challenge by @firefly-in-darkness​

A/N:  my chosen movie is the Devil Wears Prada, so in this fic the reader is using some of Miranda Priestley's best lines, quotes are bold in the story.  this is also my first gender neutral fic.  

My Masterlist

Summary: Reader is questioned by SHIELD and Avengers, reader is uncooperative and a little shit, but justifiable 

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Being left, in what you could only refer to as an interrogation room, has you on edge.  You hadn’t done anything wrong and you were being held against your will, handcuffed to a table.    When the door finally opened, two people entered, neither one apparently knew how to smile.  

“Y/N L/N, I’m Director Fury, this is” You cut him off before allowing him to continue his polite little introductions 

“I don’t care who you are, I want to know why I’m here”  Both Fury and the woman he came in with stopped and looked at you before sitting in the chairs across from you.  

“So, let’s get down to business then” the woman opened the folder she placed on the table, and pushed a picture toward you.  “We want to know everything about Mr. Curtis Everett”  

Looking back and forth between the two you assumed they had the wrong person and would realize it at some point.  “I don’t know him, can I go now?” pulling on the handcuffs keeping you seated at the table.  

“The faster you cooperate, the faster this will be over” he tells you, acting as if he is annoyed and bored at the same time.  

“Curtis Everett is a dangerous man, we all know that, so if you are refusing to talk to try and save yourself, don’t worry, we can protect you” the woman reaches out to softly touch your hand as a sign of reassurance.  Scanning the two faces across from you, you almost start laughing.  

“So is this the ‘good cop/bad cop’ thing I see in bad dramas?  I never would have guessed that was real” shaking your head at the whole situation. 

“Look, we know he visits you at the diner at least once a week.  And then you visit his office every night for several hours.  What we need from you is cooperation in taking down his illegal activity.  How many offices does he have?  How many people does he have around town?  Who is his second in command helping him stay under the radar?” good cop asks you question after question like she’s about to break open the case of her life.  

You look at her, lean in slightly and give her a small smile “Please bore someone else with your questions” before sitting back and returning to your previous stoic expression.  

There was a knock at the door, causing the two to leave the room, but leaving the folder in front of you.  You assumed this was some sort of intimidation tactic, but you really couldn’t care less.  

This whole situation was a joke, but you weren’t about to let them see how scared you were from all of it.  It was only a minute before the door opened again and in walks Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.  

You tried your best to not provide any reaction, but realizing you had been detained by the Avengers put a knot in your stomach you weren’t sure how to handle.  “Hi, we brought you some water” Steve Rogers placed the bottle on the table, next to the pictures. 

“Thank you, but what I would prefer is to know what charges I’ve been arrested for and to request a lawyer or my phone call” you try to remain calm and ask nicely, maybe they will get you outta here, they are the good guys after all.  

“You aren’t under arrest, so no phone call, no lawyer.  We just need some info and you are free to go” Tony Stark states as if it was the simplest option.  

“Then tell me why I’m handcuffed to this table?” you almost yell, your frustration getting the better of you. The two look at your hands, the handcuffs, then at each other, before Tony turns to the mirror with a questioning look.  

A two way mirror too, it’s like you are in a crappy cop show.   Just then you hear the familiar voice of ‘bad cop’ come through a speaker, “The handcuffs are for our protection, she assaulted several of our agents”  

Your humorless laugh was enough for both Avengers to turn around with the disapproving parent look “I’ve been kidnapped, I have every right to protect myself”  you yell loud enough for everyone on the other side of the mirror to hear.  

Before you can continue, ol Cap looks at you confused “kidnapped?  What are you talking about?” before taking a seat directly in front of me.   

“When you haven’t done anything wrong, taken against your will, and handcuffed, what else would you call it, Captain?” shrugging at his confusion.  

The two Avengers looked at each other again before Tony sighs and leaves the room, returning a moment later with the key to the cuffs.  You were tempted to thank them but decided against it, keeping your stoic expression you gave them a slight nod in appreciation.  

The following few minutes consisted of Iron Man and Captain America explaining to you what important part you are playing in this take down of this Everette guy.  You rolled your eyes and leaned over the table “I don’t know anything, and frankly the details of  your incompetence do not interest me”.  Sitting back in your chair you crossed your arms over your chest “when are you going to let me out of here?”  

"It might not be the safest to go back home just yet" Steve trying his best at getting you to cooperate.  "If you are willing to stay and help us, we can get you a room in the residential area, have some dinner and work through this situation as quickly and easily as possible" he gave you a small smile, oozing with charm and you wondered if he's ever been told no.  

You shrugged "I could eat."   Standing and following Steve out of the room, you could hear Tony arguing with someone, you assumed it was good cop and bad cop but couldn't care less at this point.  

Stepping on the elevator, the two of you were greeted by an automated voice referring to you as Captain and guest, you chuckled before whispering "guess that's better than prisoner."  

Steve tensed up next to you immediately, guessing he heard you and wondering what to do next, but he surprised you by turning towards you.  “I don’t know what transpired to bring you here, and I apologize on behalf of all of SHIELD, but we do need your help and I’m glad you are here” he was so sincere that you couldn’t remain mad even if you wanted to, so instead, you mumbled a weak thanks and followed him out of the elevator once it reached, what you presumed was the residential area.   

There was music playing, people chatting and incredible smells coming from the kitchen.  Everyone seemed to sense your presence and quieted down when you stepped in the room behind their captain.  “We have a guest for dinner” Steve announced, trying to ease your mind of the situation.  “This is Y/N L/N, they are here to possibly help with some information on the Everette investigation.” 

[firefly-in-darkness]

Firefly’s Movie Challenge

I wanted to host another challenge and I hope this idea gives you some inspiration for your creative minds! If not, it’s a list of films that you could watch too.

Basically, create gifs, moodboards, artwork, fanfiction - based on the movies I have listed below. Use a quote, music from the soundtrack, an image, a plotline, a scene… it could be the theme for headers or icons - whatever it is, let your creative juices flow! If you would like a specific prompt, then I’m more than happy to give you one based on the film you choose.

Just to clarify, here’s an example using the Disney film - Hercules. You could do something based on Phil’s dialogue “Dreams are for rookies!” or something based on Meg’s I Won’t Say I’m in Love song, you could create a moodboard based on one of the scenes using your characters.

Deadline to have your works included in the masterpost is 31st August 2021.

Rules & Movies below the cut.

Rules

You don’t have to follow me to enter the challenge.

You can use any Marvel, Supernatural, The Witcher characters & any of Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan or Henry Cavill’s other characters.

Drop me a message if you have a different character in mind.

There is a 3 person limit to each prompt as it’s supposed to be more flexible.

Send me an ask with your chosen film & if you would like a specific prompt.

No restrictions on whether it’s one shot, mini series, series - keep me tagged so I can see your amazing work!

I welcome AUs, Social Media AUs, A/B/O… whatever you fancy.

Make sure to add warnings & 18+ for smut, violence or triggers.

I will not read or reblog anything that is incest, underage reader / age play, dub-con / non-con.

Please use the keep reading function after 500 words.

Tag me and use the following hashtag #FireflyMovieInspo

The deadline is 31st August 2021 - Let me know if you need extra time.

If I haven’t reblogged your work within 48 hours, please send me a link.

You are welcome to combine this with another challenge, bingo card etc.

Please contact me if you have any questions.

Movies

17 Again - @deaan​

Anastasia - @stuckonjbbarnes // @sunflowerxbarnes // @awesomerextyphoon

Bridget Jones’ Diary - @buckybarnes101 // @velvetcardiganbucky // @a-little-counter-esperanto

Corpse Bride - @kleohoneyao3 // @alicewonderao3

The Devil Wears Prada - @chubbybuckydumpling // @supraveng

Enchanted - @tvdspngirl314 // @omgbecacv // @silverarmedassassin

Falling Inn Love - @bonkywobble // @sagechanoafterdark

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - @calaofnoldor // @fics-not-tragedies

The Hunger Games - @peppermintfairy // @onlyjamesbarnes

The Iron Giant - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Jojo Rabbit - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

A Knight’s Tale - @justagirlinafandomworld // @cap-n-stuff-main​ // @440mxs-wife

Legally Blonde - @daydream3r-xo​ // @smediumsmeatbae // @thewildthorberrys​

Mad Max: Fury Road - @littlefreya // @nano--raptor

The Nightmare Before Christmas - @fandomfic-galore​ // @peridottea91​ // @dreamofbetterthings

Oliver!

Pulp Fiction - @gothgirlmahi // @little-diable​ // @wonder-cole​

Quest for Camelot - @ladyfallonavenger // @writethelifeyouwant

Rogue One - @writingsoftheloser

Stardust - @becs-bunker

Tangled - @kalesrebellion // @sarahp879 // @hevans-angel

Underworld - @holylulusworld

Van Helsing - @averyrogers83 // @gogolucky13

White Chicks - @delirieum

X-Men - @nekoannie-chan

Your Name - @confusednerd09

Zombieland - @myinconnelly1

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Peggy Carter's Diary (Teaser)

Thank you to @firefly-in-darkness for hosting the movie challenge! Here's a preview of my entry, based on the fabulous Bridget Jones's Diary...

This is the diary of Peggy Carter, independent woman.

Absolutely not spinster or lunatic.

JAN 1ST 1946

Time for fresh start.

Will try best to convince Howard Stark that am more than just skirt or glorified waitress.

Probably won’t succeed.

Will not get involved with chauvinists (Jack Thompson), misogynists (Ray Krzeminski), idiots (Samberly), soldiers, sailors or frightful drips (Daniel Sousa). Must focus on work.

If there’s one man I trust in the entire SSR, it’s Edwin Jarvis. He’s quiet, but actually treats me like a whole person. Perhaps calling him a friend is a bit of a stretch, but I do like him. His wife Ana has invited me for tea on Sunday. Very much looking forward to it. They’re a delightful couple.

Can only hope Angie doesn’t bring someone back to the flat tonight. Would like to be able to sleep.

@just-one-ordinary-fangirl @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @djeniiscorner @its-tortle @k347 @ixalit @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @cevansfics @capchrisevaans @thedamageofherdays @musette22 @mcubabydotcom @worksby-d @chuckbass-love @bluemusickid @saiyanprincessswanie @harrysthiccthighss @katiew1973 @just-dreaming-marvel @celestialbarnes @rebthom89 @navybrat817 @just-dreaming-marvel-2 @denisemarieangelina @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @celestialbarnes @the-iceni-bitch @caplanbuckybarnes @caplanreads @autumnrose40 @patzammit @hevans-angel @elvenfforestydd @cherry-gemz @strawbeariefaerie @angrybirdcr @uncensored-steve-the-platypus @honeyloverogers @divine-mistake @aubreeskailynn @ricciardothot @drabblewithfrannybarnes @elvenfforestydd @avengerscompound @divine-mistake @hevans-angel @angrybirdcr @foodieforthoughts @moonlight-prose

[laurenwritesfics]

Coming soon...thank you @firefly-in-darkness for hosting this challenge!

@just-one-ordinary-fangirl @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @djeniiscorner @its-tortle @k347 @ixalit @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @cevansfics @capchrisevaans @thedamageofherdays @musette22 @mcubabydotcom @worksby-d @chuckbass-love @bluemusickid @saiyanprincessswanie @hellobeautworld @katiew1973 @just-dreaming-marvel @celestialbarnes @rebthom89 @navybrat817 @just-dreaming-marvel-2 @denisemarieangelina @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @deanscherry@celestialbarnes @the-iceni-bitch @caplanbuckybarnes @caplanreads @autumnrose40 @patzammit @hevans-angel @elvenfforestydd @cherry-gemz @brattycherub @strawbeariefaerie @angrybirdcr @uncensored-steve-the-platypus @honeyloverogers @divine-mistake @aubreeskailynn

[stuckonjbbarnes]

Just a little mood board for @firefly-in-darkness’s movie challenge! Thank you for letting me join in!!

I wanted so badly to write a fic based off of the song Once Upon a December and I literally had nothing. My brain said no. So instead, I came up with a board of the way I pictured the non-fic in my head!

[nekoannie-chan]

Primeras veces

Pareja: Steve Rogers X lectora.

Palabras: 1500 palabras.

Sinopsis: Una pequeña colección las primeras veces que viviste con Steve.

Advertencias: Lemon, Smut como le conozcan, no tan explícito.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para firefly-in-the-darkness’ Movie Challenge con la película: X-men and “First time ever I say your face” by Roberta Flack.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

Tags: @sinceimetyou​ @black23​

La primera vez que se vieron

 Entraste corriendo a la Mansión X, se te había hecho tarde, el Profesor te había pedido ir, iban a colaborar en una misión con el Capitán América y el resto de los Vengadores.

—Lo lamento, me quedé dormida —dijiste al entrar a la habitación.

Steve había planeado regañarte que no era apropiado llegar tarde a una reunión. Sin embargo, en cuanto te vio de pie frente a él, se quedó sin palabras. Él estaba completamente hipnotizado por tus bellos ojos. Tu belleza lo había tomado desprevenido, su mirada recorrió tu cuerpo, su corazón se aceleró cuando se presentí.

Estabas asombrada mientras mirabas al Capitán Rogers. Ver al conocido Capitán definitivamente era un deleite para cualquiera, con ese cuerpo que se notaba a través del traje. Mentalmente lo estabas desnudando, pensando en lo que había debajo del traje. Aclaraste tu garganta para despejar los pensamientos en tu cabeza y luego lo seguiste para discutir lo que querían de ti. Durante la conversación notaste que él evitaba mirarte, no pudiste evitar sentirte decepcionada por su falta de atención. No te imaginabas que Steve estaba luchando por concentrarse en la discusión, ya que se había enamorado de ti.

El primer beso

 La misión había sido exitosa, ya que ustedes habían trabajado juntos para eliminar una base de HYDRA. Después de asegurar a los prisioneros para que fueran transferidos al Raft, caminaste hacia el Quinjet con Steve pisándote los talones. Mientras subías por la rampa del jet, te diste la vuelta para hablarle, pero las palabras ahogaron en tu garganta. Te reíste al ver la cara de Steve cubierta de tierra y su cabello normalmente perfecto estaba fuera de lugar. Quién imaginaria ver así a este hombre perfecto, que fácilmente podría ser un modelo, ahora se vería como cualquier persona. 

Steve alzó el brazo, puso una mano en tu mejilla. Su pulgar acariciaba suavemente tu rostro y contenías el aliento mientras él te miraba amorosamente. Estaban demasiado cerca el uno del otro...

—¿Steve? —preguntaste con suavidad. Sus ojos azules nunca dejaron de ver los tuyos mientras te sonreía.

—Eh…tienes algo en…

Lo jalaste del traje y le plantaste un beso. Sus cuerpos tan estaban cerca el uno del otro mientras tu lengua corría por sus labios buscando permiso para entrar. Al principio, Steve no sabía cómo reaccionar, pero inmediatamente te besó. Sus lenguas bailaban una contra la otra, saboreando el momento en que finalmente cediste a la tentación. ¡Qué manera de celebrar una victoria!

La primera cita

 Hoy sería un día emociónate, te miraste por última vez en el espejo, ya estabas preparada para tu cita con Steve. El plan era que te recogiera al mediodía para que ambos pudieran disfrutar de un picnic tranquilo juntos. Un golpe en la puerta te sacó de tus pensamientos mientras te dirigías vertiginosamente a la puerta. Al abrirla, Steve estaba ahí con una sonrisa en su rostro.

—Guau, te ves hermosa, muñeca —sus ojos recorrían tu figura que se enmarcaba con el hermoso vestido que llevabas puesto.

—Gracias, Steve. Sólo cierro la puerta y estoy lista para irnos —tomaste las llaves de la mesa que está a lado de la puerta y cerraste la misma con llave. Steve te ofreció su brazo mientras se dirigían a su auto. Como todo un caballero, él sostuvo la puerta para que entraras al vehículo. Luego trotó rápidamente alrededor de éste y se subió. Lo miraste y sonreíste cuando arrancó.

—Entonces, ¿a dónde vamos?

El camino pavimentado comenzó a desaparecer conforme llegaron al campo.

—Amor, ese es un secreto.

Asentiste al escucharlo, la expectación hacia lo desconocido aumentaba.

Después de un viaje de treinta minutos, finalmente llegaron a un parque que estaba rodeado de árboles. Los dos salieron del auto y llevaron las cosas que él había empacado. Steve acomodaba el mantel mientras tú sostenías la canasta con la comida. Era una zona preciosa y que nunca antes habías visitado. No había nada que pudiera arruinar la primera cita que tenían, estabas segura que sería inolvidable.

—¿Alguna vez has volado una cometa? —te preguntó mientras mordía la fruta.

—No, pero es algo que siempre quise hacer —respondiste mientras metías una uva en tu boca.

Para tu sorpresa, él sacó una cometa de colores y tomó tu mano para que fueran a volarla juntos. Steve explicó cómo volar la cometa e incluso te ayudó a que se elevara por encima de tu cabeza. Ambos se reían y conversaban mientras la cometa bailaba al viento. La vida parecía detuvo en ese momento.

Cuando la cometa se estrelló contra el suelo, te diste cuenta de que había pasado una hora. Steve recogió la cometa, ambos caminaban tomados de la mano hacia la manta. Al llegara ella, notaste que algo inesperado había sucedido. Te quedaste sin palabras al ver que había conejos en la manta comiendo la comida que dejaron fuera. Los dos estallaron en risas.

—Bueno, parece que alguien quería nuestros bocadillos más que nosotros —te reíste entre dientes.

—¿Quieres ir a comer a otro lugar? —preguntó Steve mientras ahuyentaba a los conejos de la manta.

—Suena bien. Aunque tienes que admitir que esto es divertido. —Recogieron todo y salieron del parque en busca de algo de comer.

La primera vez que durmieron juntos

 Ambos habían ido a una misión para vigilar a un grupo terrorista que intentaba obtener armas. Después de que reunieron la información que necesitaban, regresaron a la casa de seguridad para esperar la extracción a la mañana siguiente. Era una pequeña cabaña que nada más tenía una cama.

Steve se mordió el labio inferior mientras dejabas caer tu bolso sobre la cama.

—¿Por qué no usas tú la cama? Puedo dormir en el suelo —él colocó su maleta sobre la pequeña mesa mientras agarraba su ropa para cambiarse. No pudiste evitar poner los ojos en blanco.

—Steve, la cama es lo suficientemente grande para los dos. Ambos podemos usarla. Vamos a ducharnos y compartimos la cama.

Él trató de insistir en dormir en el suelo, pero no lo escuchaste.

Después de que ambos se ducharon, cada uno se metió debajo de las sábanas. Steve se sentía extremadamente tímido mientras se acostaba a tu lado. Dormir en la misma cama con una mujer era algo que estaba mal visto en su tiempo si no estaban casados. Te rodaste hacia él y pusiste tu brazo sobre su pecho. Tu cabeza descansaba cómodamente contra su pecho y podías sentir que comenzabas a quedarte dormida. Steve pasó su brazo alrededor de ti, para tenerte más cerca de él, y te dio un beso en la parte superior de tu cabeza.

La primera noche juntos

 Comenzó con besos tiernos que fueron subiendo de intensidad hasta quitarte el aliento. Sentiste como recorría tu cuerpo con sus manos vacilantes, despertando sensaciones que nunca antes habías sentido en tu vida. La ropa desapareció con rapidez mientras se dirigían hacia la cama. Steve ya no actuaba como aquel hombre tímido que conocías. Se volvió confiado mientras que con su boca estaba entre tus piernas. Para cuando él te hizo venirte con su lengua y sus dedos estabas preparada para que él entrara. Steve lo introdujo con facilidad gracias a lo mojada que estabas y lentamente te poseyó.

Tus gemidos sonaban en la habitación mientras él te provocaba un orgasmo tras otro. Steve era diferente a cualquier otro amante que tuviste en el pasado, ya que él estaba más centrado en tu placer que en el propio. Para que tuviste el tercer orgasmo, Steve finalmente se vino dentro de ti. Después de salir, se dejó caer junto a ti, te acercó hacia él con su brazo y apoyó tu cabeza en su pecho. No pudiste evitar sonreír mientras susurraba, aún no había terminado contigo.

El primer “te amo”

 —No entiendo por qué les piden todos estos reportes, al Profesor X le basta con que ele digamos lo que pasó —te quejaste cuando viste entrar a Steve con las bebidas.

—Vamos, no es difícil —Steve respondió mientras te daba una de las bebidas.

—Nunca dije que fuera difícil, dije que es tedioso —recriminaste. Arrugaste la nariz, no te gustaba hacer papeleo, siempre lo habías visto como una pérdida de tiempo.

Steve se movió nervioso en su asiento, lo viste por el rabillo del ojo, siempre que quería proponerte algo hacía eso.

—¿Pasa algo? —cuestionaste nerviosamente. Steve se sonrojó ante tu pregunta.

—No, nada —farfulló, alzaste las cejas—. En serio…sólo que te amo —murmuró de manera casi inaudible. Giraste tu silla para quedar frente a él.

—¿Qué dijiste? —si lo escuchaste, pero no estabas segura de lo que él dijo mientras él fingió que estaba ocupado.

—Nada… —sus ojos se apartaron de ti. Te acercaste a donde él estaba parado y le tomaste la mano con suavidad.

—Repítelo.

Los azules ojos de Steve miraron los tuyos mientras respiraba hondo.

—Te amo.

—Yo te amo más. Lágrimas de alegría amenazaban con caer de tus ojos mientras él te daba un beso.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Firefly Movie Challenge Masterlist

I have thoroughly enjoyed reading all of your stories and looking at your moodboards! Thank you for taking part in my Movie Inspired challenge. Without further ado, here is the collection:

Anastasia

Once Upon A December - @stuckonjbbarnes [Royalty AU Moodboard]

Bridget Jones' Diary

33 and Single - @buckybarnes101 [Chris Evans]

Peggy Carter's Diary - @a-little-counter-esperanto [Peggy Carter]

Corpse Bride

Of the Earth - @kleohoneyao3 [Steve Rogers]

The Devil Wears Pravda

Informant - @supraveng [Avengers]

Enchanted

So Close - @allys-creative-bubble [Sam Winchester]

The Iron Giant

Your Choice - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad [Dean Winchester]

A Knight's Tale

A Hopeful Tale - @justagirlinafandomworld [Bucky Barnes]

Legally Blonde

Blonde - @thewildthorberrys [Steve Rogers]

The Nightmare Before Christmas

It's Been A Long, Long Time - @dreamofbetterthings [Steve Rogers]

Pulp Fiction

Bonnie and Clyde 2.0 - @little-diable [Bucky Barnes]

Never Too Late - @wonder-cole [Dean & Sam Winchester]

Quest For Camelot

Charmed by a Witcher - @ladyfallonavenger [Geralt]

Rogue One

Remember Me, Love - @writingsoftheloser [Sam Wilson]

Stardust

In Front of My Eyes - @becs-bunker [Dean Winchester]

Tangled

Healing - @hevans-angel [Steve Rogers Moodboard]

Underworld

Born This Way - @holylulusworld [Dean Winchester]

X-Men

First Times - @nekoannie-chan [Steve Rogers]

Zombieland

Rules To Stay Alive - @myinconnelly1 [Supernatural]

[firefly-in-darkness]

This was so fluffy and beautiful and sweet 😍

THEN THAT LAST SENTENCE THREW ME THROUGH A LOOP!!

Thank you so much for taking part in my challenge lovely 💜

"It's Been A Long, Long Time"

Prompt: “We’re simply meant to be.”

Movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas

Spoilers: None

Summary: You find a random book addressed to you after working in a Haunted House. After bringing it home, things start to get weird. Like, you’re hearing voices kind of weird. Who gave you this book? What do they want? Apparently, your friends know more about it than they are letting on.

Warnings: None

A/N: I have been trying to get this darn story uploaded for the past three months. I was ready to publish it, then the power went out and I lost everything. Then the second time around I was finally ready to publish and I moved out, which meant I couldn’t upload because I was stuck unpacking. Then I got hurt at work and had to spend a few days in the hospital and it was a big ball of chaos. This is actually part of @firefly-in-darkness​ movie challenge. My movie was The Nightmare Before Christmas and I used the quote “We’re simply meant to be” as my prompt. I am sorry it is so late. The first moodboard is not mine, I found it online and it fit perfectly with what I was going for. I worked really hard on this and I can not wait for you guys to go through this journey with me. And I am so not sorry for the ending in advance. Enjoy!

“I thought I told you not to wait up for me?”

You turn and shrug your shoulders. “I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I could wait for you to come home.”

No words leave his lips as he kicks his shoes and his jacket off at the front door. You bookmark the page and close the book you’d been reading, setting it down on the table. He walks over and reaches his hand out to you. Taking his soft hand in yours, you pull yourself up from the couch and give him a confused look at he doesn’t start walking towards the bedroom. Instead, he walks over to the stack of records in the corner and shuffles through them. After finding what he was looking for, he places the record on and turns the volume down as it begins to play. 

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[firefly-in-darkness]

OH MY GOSH I've been snowed under with WIPs but I will be sending my entry in for this ASAP 💖

No worries honey, just let me know when you post so I can share your amazing work! 💜

[justagirlinafandomworld]

A Hopeful Tale

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,756

Summary: He remembered the urgency with which he had first warned Steve against the idea. No one hired a woman blacksmith. A widowed one at that. The second, untold love story from A Knight’s Tale. | Medieval AU.

Warnings: poor memory of events in the movie. Other than that – none.

A/N: Written for @firefly-in-darkness​​ ‘s Movie Challenge. This follows events in the movie, with a focus on something I wished had been explored. Bucky ended up being confused for a lot of this and I’m not even sorry. 😆 Thank you for hosting this challenge Daisy, and I’m really sorry this ended up being late. Happy reading!

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics​

I can't read your mind though I'm trying all the time There's something I don't know, I can see it in your eyes As the night descends, oh it's always slow again But I am left in awe of the woman I adore

-Woman by Mumford & Sons

Bucky didn’t know what Steve said for you to change your mind. By all accounts, you should have said no.

As a matter of fact, he was witness to the very moment when you had.

Emphatically.

With many a colorful word that made Bucky snort back laughter when Steve turned to him with a flustered and reddening face. It wasn’t long after that Bucky had joined Sam in the tavern, ready to talk strategy for the next tournament, having already dropped the hope of you joining their motley group altogether.

But not even an hour later, Steve was leaning over the table with the most accomplished of airs, declaring the next round to be on his tab. When Bucky dared to ask, Steve looked at him with barely contained gaiety.  

“She said yes,” he said. “She’s repairing the armor as we speak.”

Clint and Sam cheered for the accomplishment, then pushed Steve to go get their drinks. Bucky watched him step towards the bar, his utter amazement at the feat swallowed up by the revelry of the crowd.

Four days later, you hadn’t simply repaired Steve’s armor, you created something completely new. An armor that was lightweight but durable to take a colossal hit without damage.

Steve was breathless, gasping on the ground after receiving a blow straight to the chest. Sam and Bucky rushed forward, leaving Clint to chase after the runaway horse.

Sam helped Steve to sit up, asking him how he fared while Bucky removed the helmet from Steve’s head.

Once it occurred to them that everything was intact, that Steve was relatively unharmed, the three of them looked up at you in stunned silence.

Head tilting, you eyed the armor in carefully contained satisfaction.

Clint returned with the horse and Bucky had to ask.

He had to know what you were doing spending your talents and time with them when they could barely afford to eat.

The sunlight danced in your eyes when you looked at him, the trees danced in the summer breeze behind you and a teasing smirk tugged at your mouth.

Steve called out to him then, saying they needed to go through the practice course again. Even without the interruption, though, something told Bucky you were not going to answer his question.

Over time, he stopped questioning your presence, and started enjoying it. Steve was knocking through the tournaments like a beast unchained. With every reward, your designed armor became more intricate. Your craft flourishing at each event.

Celebrating in the tavern the nights of victory became his favorite past time. Clint flirted shamelessly with the barmaids and Sam sang with the lutists that were always there. And you laughed with abandon.

He remembered the urgency with which he had first warned Steve against the idea. No one hired a woman blacksmith. A widowed one at that.

But looking at you now, at how far everyone had come with coin in their pockets and some joy in lives that had been backbreaking and miserable – this could not have happened without you. And he could no longer fathom wanting it any other way.

“Don’t do it,” Bucky urged, hand resting on Steve’s arm to keep him from passing.

But his friend only looked confused at the resistance.

You were the obvious go-to, Bucky knew that. Still, something pushed at him that Steve should look for this kind of help elsewhere. This nameless thing insisted with an uncomfortable intensity.

“It will be okay, Buck,” Steve assured with a smile.

And Bucky had nothing left in his arsenal.

Steve crossed into your workshop and asked for your help in teaching him how to dance.

You had rolled your eyes at the request but ultimately consented to Steve’s request. And you even appeared to enjoy doing it; using Sam and Clint as back up dancers to explain how group routines worked.

And Bucky could not make it make sense.

Hair absolutely a mess from the many times he ran his hands back through it, he finally had to ask you why.

“He is taken with this girl,” you answered simply. “Why wouldn’t I help him?”

Bucky stared.

Jaw dropped; brows quirked – stared.

“But you,” he cut himself off. He knew he shouldn’t finish that sentence.

You, however, sensing his caution, dropped the red-hot metal into the cold water and punched your fists into your hips.

“I what?”

He shrugged, but like a man terrified for his life, he could not look away from your eyes…or come up with a decent lie.

“L-love him?”

You breathed in, chest puffing so that for a crazy moment, he imagined you were going to incinerate him like the fabled dragons in all those knight tales.

But you did nothing.

Said nothing.

And then Bucky realized you didn’t look like you wanted to murder him. He realized, with the clarity of a man whose foot was already knee deep in his mouth, that you looked hurt.

He hadn’t thought you could avoid him. The two of you rarely spent any time together, so it wasn’t like there would be much to miss if you did.

He was wrong.

When Rumlow discovered the truth about Steve, there was no stopping what happened next.

The rising hero of the royal tournaments was smacked down, shackled and disgraced for the whole of the kingdom to see. Sam and Bucky were on the scene first, Bucky quickly losing his temper the moment rotten vegetables started to be thrown.

Sam grabbed his arm and yanked him back to stand by Steve, facing the vegetable throwers, the cursors and spitters himself. They wilted under his stare, but continued to grumble amongst themselves.

You and Clint clambered onto the lifted stocks, standing on either side of Bucky to help shield Steve. Your eyes met Bucky’s briefly. And when he saw the iron hammer and stoker held tightly in either of your hands, he nodded in approval.

You returned the nod and the tension between the two of you eased. You were back on the same side. Together, you turned nasty stares back out at the rising mob.

And just when it looked like the madness was about to overtake you all, four red-hooded men appeared in the cobbled street. Three of them imposed upon the clamoring folk, making room for the fourth to step to very front of the stocks. Then, the person dramatically tossed back their hood for all to see the man beneath.

Who would have thought that the crowned Prince Tony Stark would come to the rescue?

Freshly knighted, showered and renewed, Steve went into the final championship tournament with his friends by his side.

Bucky hefted the lance up to Steve and placed a hand upon his knee to get his attention.

“No matter what happens,” Bucky said. “You, my friend, have already won. Your stars are changed. From here on out, your life will be better.”

Steve’s smile was tired, but true.

“Maybe so,” he said, eyes lifting to the stands where the lady Sharon watched. “You still have work to do to change yours.”

At Bucky’s quiet confusion, Steve shook his head and dropped down the face shield. Bucky stepped back as the horse galloped to the starting position. Sam, Clint and you ran up to stand around Bucky, all eagerly watching Steve.

Bucky slowly turned to look at you. The way the sunlight danced around you, the sweat that made your skin glisten, the streaks of ash across your cheeks and down your neck. The way smoke still clung to your hair. And when you looked back at him, instinct made him look away before you could see anything.

The flag waved and the horses took off. The crowd silent for those few seconds when tufts of dirt flew from under pounding hooves, both knights gripping the reins tight, their lances lifted, ready to strike.

The crack of contact.

Splintered wood flying and the crowd erupting into cheer.

“He won!” Sam cried out.

“Oh my god,” you breathed.

“That son of a bitch!” Clint cheered.

The four of you ran to catch up to Steve. Still high upon his horse, he whipped off his helmet to look over to the other knight.

Rumlow was sprawled on his back, gasping for air and out for the count. The stands emptied as everyone ran out into the field to celebrate the new champion.

Steve won the tournament.

He saved his life and the lives of his friends.

And when he jumped off of his horse, the first thing he did was hug them tight.

When Bucky found you amidst all the celebration, the musicians and the dancers, the drinkers and the singers, you were standing underneath an awning, watching the revelry.

He needed to ask you, just once more.

“What made you say yes to Steve?”

Clutching your drink close to your chest, you stared into Bucky’s face as if calculating a risk.

“Hope,” you finally said.

“Hope,” he repeated, obviously not following. “Not because you’re in love with Steve? That’s a joke,” he quickly added when your expression dimmed.

You shook your head and couldn’t help but chuckle when he held up his hands in surrender. He quietly took up the spot next to you, standing shoulder to shoulder with you to watch everyone else.

“I am sorry for that night,” he said, voice low and meant only for you to hear.

You were quiet a moment and when you looked over at him again, his apologetic stare was intense. So much so, that you had to look back out at the crowd before completely melting before it.

“Steve said all of you were trying to change your lives,” you revealed. “He said that any one of you could have left at any moment, turned your back and continued to live a lonely miserable life. That all of you chose to work together, to take the risk for something better. Something happier.”

“To change our stars,” Bucky murmured. “Yeah, that sounds like Steve.”

“I figured that I had spent enough time being miserable and alone. I could go for a bit of happiness. No matter how short lived it could end up being.”

Bucky looked over at you and it was like seeing you with new eyes. Something about the way you stared back, had him believing you felt the same way.

“Would you like to dance, milady?”

You smiled, and it was the most beautiful, damned thing Bucky swore he had ever seen.

“I would love to.”

Thanks for reading! 😘

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