‘oh lord, oh lord, what have I done? I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run; oh lord, oh lord, I’m begging you, please – don’t take that sinner from me
don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not; he’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got– oh lord, oh lord, i’m begging you please; don’t take that sinner from me’ –DEVIL’S BACKBONE, the civil wars
The first time you see him, you’re lost in the middle of Bucharest in a short dress and you’re a little panicked. You moved here for your job and you thought a night out with your coworkers would be fun, but it seems that they have forgotten you when they called the Uber; which was about an hour and a half ago. You’d call them, or use Google to navigate your way home, but your phone oh-so-conveniently died when you left the bar.
You’re at a crosswalk when you meet him. He’s a good foot taller than you and he’s wearing far too many layers but if you weren’t in this situation, you’d definitely steer clear of him. But all you want to do is go home, so you take the chance and try to use your limited vocabulary of Romanian to communicate with him. But luckily for you, the man speaks English. Perfectly good English.
He directs you to the right street, and you bid him an enthusiastic ‘thank you’ and you walk quickly home. And that’s that.
The second time you see him, you’re lost again. But this time, you’re a little tipsy and you somehow stumbled into a bar and plopped yourself in front of the bartender, ordering a beer.
When you see who’s sitting next to you, you barely recognize him as the man that helped you, until you see that he’s wearing the same outfit as before.
“No fucking way!” You announce a little too loudly, definitely getting his attention. “It’s you!”
He gives you an incredulous little smile as if getting to know you is a good idea before you get his name. Bucky.
Turns out, Bucky has the same drink preferences as you. He’s a little laconic, but that doesn’t really stop him when he starts to pick up on your suggestive words and he goes with it. And not much to your surprise, you go along with it too. And that’s how he ended up in your bed.
Four months down the line, you’re a little shocked that a one night stand actually landed you a boyfriend. At least, the closest thing to a boyfriend. Bucky doesn’t really like the labels because according to him, his days of getting the finer things in life are over. Including being able to be in a relationship with somebody he cares about.
You know about who he really is. It didn’t really take you long to piece everything together. And much to Bucky’s surprise, you stuck around with him. And for a little bit, he’s happy.
But because he’s him, he doesn’t get to enjoy it for long. When he’s in the heart of Bucharest one day, buying some food, some scumbag in a newspaper booth recognizes him– and makes a run for it. That’s when Bucky realizes that he’s no longer a ghost. That he’s been found, and that he’s got a target on his back. And for some reason, you’re the first thing that pops into his mind.
So he shows up at your work, and he’s suddenly kissing you hard and you’re confused and scared because all he says is,
“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t- this is- this is the last time you’ll see me. I’m- I’m so sorry.”
Warnings: Smut, safe sex of sorts - not really- (pulling out method - keep in mind this is not a way of safe sex since it may only prevent pregnancy and you should never rely on it, unless you’re in a committed relationship with someone you really know and trust! Always wear a condom!!), slight choking!kink, slight dom/sub, slight dirty talk. And btw having sex on top of a pile of boxes can be dangerous.
Prompt (Jared bonus) #4: ‘I’m gonna come in and kick your little 5’4” ass’
Thanks to my beautiful -inside and out- friend @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname for the read over and the awesome exchange of kinks and preferences. Just an everyday conversation.
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Heart stammering against your ribcage threatening to burst out through bone and skin, lungs burning from the bad breathing, the furniture around you turns blurry as your short legs move faster. Heavy footsteps follow you from close behind, he’s at your heels, getting closer by the second. You take a sudden turn right, down into a dark corridor, just in time to avoid the grip of long fingers on the back of your shirt, and you enter the first open door to your left. Closing the latch and stepping away. Adrenaline keeps pumping through your veins making you jump a little when his entire weight collides against the closed door.
“Y/N!” Sam bellows on the other side, voice all breathy and croaky.
Your chest heaves and you try taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, which is almost impossible considering you’re still laughing.
The “put the bunny in the box”
gag becoming less of a joke and more
and more of a desperate cry to return things back to normal
as he has to confront the reality of his situation more and more
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: hes like a 5 yr old so ew but im p sure he’s the ugliest 5 yr old ever hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: that time he fucking died worst quality: literally every other trait and quality he has ship them with: being dead brotp them with: whatever sword killed him needs to stay away from: everyone misc. thoughts: i have holy roman empire blacklisted its dumb he’s dumb this is blatant character hate i hate him
Maybe all this was meant to be. Maybe fate and coincidence had conspired long before my birth, maybe they were writing my destiny in the stars before I even walked the earth. Maybe, just maybe, this is how things are supposed to be.
an excerpt from a book I’ll never write #247 // maybe there’s a plan for me