Okay BUT LITERALLY who knew I needed Lucky in my life til I read that? Not me that’s who! Truly your writing is amazing and I would love to see more of this pairing. In different AUs if you know what I mean wink wink.
awwww thank you so much!!! <3<3 i kinda just want to keep writing about them forever and ever?? like i don’t know if i even have the energy to come up with a different scenario for them, i’m just so fixated on their boring cute domestic lives together 😩🤗 anyway i wrote a brand new first scene for the sequel today so here is part of it if you want it!
“Why aren’t you following me on Instagram?” Louis calls from the bedroom.
Bucky stops rummaging through Louis’ kitchen cabinets for a moment to shout back, “Honestly, I deleted the app months ago and forgot about it.”
“Well, put it back on your phone and follow me so people know we’re serious!”
“I slept over last night, and now I’m making you breakfast,” Bucky calls back. “Seems pretty serious to me.”
“Making breakfast” is a bit of an optimistic overstatement. Louis has almost no groceries, and Bucky only knows how to prepare a handful of meals. There’s a waffle-iron on the counter, pristine and gleaming like it’s never been used, but there are no instructions for how to operate it or which ingredients you’re supposed to put inside.
How do you make waffles? Bucky texts Peter as he hears Louis turn on the upstairs shower.
Two minutes later, Peter sends back a screenshot of a Google search for “how to make waffles.”
Just tell me the steps, Peter.
I AM NOT YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT!!!!! Peter responds. STOP TEXTING ME WHEN IM IN CLASS!!
Bucky begins the laborious process of opening a browser window on his phone, going to Google, and typing in “Fuck off, Peter.” It takes him several tries to get it spelled perfectly, stupid metal fingers, and by the time he’s finally done, Louis wanders into the kitchen.
“I thought you were making breakfast,” Louis says. His sweatpants are tucked into his socks, and the wet ends of his hair are dripping onto his t-shirt collar, and he looks so beautiful as he walks up to Bucky and slings an arm around his hips, dropping a quick kiss to his shoulder.
“I am,” Bucky says. “I’m going to. How do I take a screenshot on my phone?”
“Give it here,” Louis says, and Bucky hands over his phone. Louis presses two buttons, and the screen flashes and makes a clicking noise. “Just those two buttons at the same time, yeah?”
“Although,” Louis says thoughtfully, “if you’re trying to drag Peter, why don’t we send him a picture of, like...is there a spray you can buy that kills spiders? Something like that?”
“Go for it,” Bucky says, and Louis grins as he opens a new search.
“How’s this?” Louis asks a minute later, showing him a picture. The label on the can reads “Raid MAX Spider Killer.”
“Perfect,” Bucky says. “Can you send it for me?”
“Of course, love,” Louis says, fiddling with Bucky’s phone. “But I’m reinstalling Instagram for you when I’m done.”
“That’s fine,” Bucky says. “Also, you don’t have any breakfast ingredients, and I still don’t understand how your coffeemaker works.”