#fabicchi

It was bright on the early Sunday morning post the late Saturday night shenanigans. You were in your lover’s arms and everything seemed serene. He was asleep, his warm breath against the back of your neck. 

It was these moments that you wish you could keep forever committed to memory. Bucky’s cybernetic arm was around your waist, the metal warm from the constant exposure to your skin. Your back was pressed closely to his chest and your hand was resting over his. 

There was an unspoken intimacy that came with the closeness between the two of you. Trust only grew and you couldn’t feel more connected to him that you did in that moment. 

If only you could see the peaceful bliss on his sleeping face. 

You shifted as slowly and quietly as possible, turning to face him. Your hand drifted up to his face as you turned around, resting on his stubble covered cheek. A soft smile made its way onto Bucky’s face, having woken up by your movements. He didn’t say anything as he turned his face closer to your touch, pressing a kiss into the palm of your hand. 

A breathy chuckle escaped your lips as he tugged you even closer, as if that was possible. Your face was now buried into his chest and his chin was atop your head. He pressed a kiss into your hair before mumbling quietly, “Let’s stay here forever.” 

You kiss the skin of his chest before looking up at him with a dopey smile on your face, “And what of the world we have to constantly save? What of our food and our future?”

“Forget it all.. There’s nothing I can’t do without you here in my arms,” He changes your position so that he’s rolled on top of you, propped up on his forearms with his face hovering right above yours. 

You didn’t say anything as a blush spread from your bare chest up your neck to your cheeks. There was a smile that gave away all of your emotions on your lips as you tugged him down for a soft kiss, one he returned wholeheartedly. 

Don’t worry, I like surprises ❤️❤️❤️ and tysm, Fabi!!!

(i just hit 1k i wish i hit 4k dhsjkhjks) 

For a second, he swears he’s never seen her before. Because he’d have recognized her before. She’s some kind of beautiful, bright and gorgeous and lovely face twisted in laughter and something in him stirs, because he wants to be the one who makes that happen.

But she’s laughing and he hasn’t seen her before and Stevie’s dancing with Peggy, and he’d like to think he’s got a chance. And he’s not the type to wonder about these sort of things, but right now, Bucky’s curious about her. Curious how that laugh would sound if he was closer.

Curious to see if she’s an adept dancer, or if she’d step on his toes, pulling laughter from him, light and fun when they moved along. He’s so damn curious about her, about the girl across the bar who looks like an angel that he doesn’t notice when Stevie is back, looking at him with a smirk he knows too well.

“Buck-“

“I’m goin’, I’m goin’.” He says, unwilling to be teased for not being able to talk to a girl. Even if she made a twist of something unfamiliar and nerve wracking settle in his stomach.

So he walks over, running his hands through his hair, and trying what he assumes is his most charming smile, and god the relief that floods him- when she looks just that little bit flustered, the way girls did when he gave them that smile. Except it looks nicer on her. He likes it best on her.

“Sorry to interrupt, ma’am. Was wondering if you’d wanna dance?”

She nods to her friend, amusement light in her smile and her friend playfully shoves her shoulder, before the girl he wanted took his hand and it’s so soft- he feels like a kid again.

And the band plays something slow.

He doesn’t notice the whole time, because she feels like heaven against his chest, and he’s barely just met her but god she’s so pretty, and she whispers easy conversation into his ear. It’s unfair that her voice also gets to be gorgeous.

He hopes they’ll talk soon.

Reread Breaking the Rules! Decided to make a mood board for it cause I love it soo much! 

6. do you share your work before it’s finished?sometimes I have someone (usually @jamesbvck) read it over if i’ve hit a wall and we’ll bounce ideas off each other. But rarely do i do previews or anything. The only time I share work before it’s done is with multi-chap ones.

9. How long is your current work in progress (words or pages)?Current word count is 6,671 words. Not even close to being done smh

16. Do you write on a computer or on paper?  What program, or what type or paper/pen?I usually type, although on occasion I’ll write something by hand and then type it later. I use google docs! :)

21. Do you create aesthetics for your writing, ie. on pinterest or tumblr?  If so, what’s the board or tag?The only time I’ve done this was the moodboard i made for just a touch. although I should do this more!!!!

30. What’s your favorite part about writing?Ooof there’s so many things i love about writing. I love putting the things i imagine into words and sharing them with other people. I love people’s reactions, the good and the bad. I always ask a lot of questions when talking about my writing because i love knowing people’s thoughts. And creating the story as a whole is so much fun as well.

Thank you for sending in some!!!! :)

Thank you!! <3 

Prompts. 4. “I’m too sober for this.”; 12.“ She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

I don’t know what this is. My mom once told me about pretending to be a duck after drinking a bottle of Crown. 

“She’s doing what?” Bucky asked, not sure if he’d heard Wanda right or not. 

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” she answered, with a giggle.

“Why is she hiding behind the sofa, Wanda?”

“Because after we finished being ducks, we were kitties!! And kitties hide behind the sofa!!” she hiccuped, before doubling over with laughter. 

“I’m too sober for this.” he grumbled, looking at the empty Rye bottles on the coffee table. 

“Oh!! I think I have some wine in the fridge!” she jumped up, immediately being stopped by Bucky. 

“I think everybody’s had enough okay? Let’s get you to bed.” he guided her down the hall to her room. “I’m getting you water and tylenol. And then I’m taking my girlfriend home.” 

“She miiiiight be stuck back there.” Wanda shouted at Bucky when he left the room, having gotten her settled. 

“Baby? Come on out okay?? Party’s over.” he leaned over the couch, shaking his head. 

“I caaaan’t, I’m a kitty now! Meow!” you whispered, laughing to yourself. 

“You’re never drinking rye again.” he grumbled, pulling the couch out enough that he could lift you from behind it. “We’re going home.”

“I wanna have a nap.” 

“You’re going to bed when we get home Kitten.” he shuffled you around so you were being carried bridal style, your arms around his neck. 

“Ooohh..” 

“Not like that.”