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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES
CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)
Summary: Bucky’s waiting for the other shoe to drop while he lives a life he didn’t think he deserved in Romania.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4785 (oops?)
Warnings: Some angst? Canon-level violence. Implied smut. Creative licensing. Takes place towards the beginning of CA:CW.
A/N: I have been working on this for a couple of months, at least, and one time while working on it, Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid came on. It just clicked in my head, the connection between the song and the story … I’m honestly not sure anyone else will get that connection, but it was strong enough for me, I had to go with it for the title. A little nervous since I haven’t posted in a while and this is one of those things that means a lot to me, but fingers crossed at least one other person loves it, too! Happy Reading :)
A chilly, autumn breeze blew in through the open balcony door, pulling her from a comfortable sleep. She rolled to her back and reached for him but only found the edge of the mattress. Frowning, she forced herself to get up and search for him.
He was on the balcony, looking out over the street below. His dark brown hair was blowing in the same breeze that had pulled her from sleep. His back muscles were tense as he surveyed the city, making her wish she could take away his worries, as many as they were. She smoothed a hand over his back before wrapping her arms around him, kissing his back where she leaned.
“Bună dimineața,” she greeted. “Te gandești la mine?”
He smiled and covered her hand with his. “Good morning, beautiful. I’m always thinking of you.”
Her smile grew and she moved to his side, lifting her head as a silent request for a kiss. He obliged her, taking her face in his hands, selfishly delighting in her shiver when the cool metal of his left hand touched her face.
“You should let me warm you up,” he teased against her lips, his hands sliding down to her hips.
I still often think of what a part two of this would look like.
"Now i’m entering my 40s and I can start talking like an adult" - Happy birthday Sebastian Stan! (August 13th, 1982)
My take on fic writing is that I don't care what actually happened in canon.
- but I do need to get the price of tulips in 1850's Paris right because that's how I'm letting you guys know that my ignorance of the source material is a hard-earned and intentional kind of bliss.
sometimes i need to remind myself that i'm writing fanfiction for free and i'm allowed to have a shitty sentence or two
so many of my fics have remained buried in my drafts because i wrote the cool scenes first and then didn’t have “connective tissue”. but i’m freeing myself from that and just adding shitty “and then a week passed” or “they got to their destination” connections and just posting them and it’s so! freeing! try it!
I can't tell you how many times I've agonized over a scene transition, only to fill in the missing space with, like, a sentence.
Write the parts you wanna write and then go in and slap scotch tape over the rest of it.