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blackbirdvvriting · 14 days ago

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Omg I love this sm I just know I'm gonna read it again from time to time

𐙚⋆°｡⋆ his hair gets in the way

It started at work, Bucky hadn’t really noticed it that much. Only when he had to look down at paperwork and his hair would loom forward, flopping over his peripheral. Then at the gym, any running or anything particularly that has to do with working out became him having to brush his hair behind his ear every two seconds. At home you notice it a little, every so often you’ll see him brush it back or run his fingers through it. You like it long, more to run your fingers through, not to say you don’t understand his grievances.

He looks at you from the bed, seeing you with a hairband as you lean over the sink, rinsing off your face wash. Bucky doesn’t think he could wear a fuzzy headband with a bow to punch bad guys in the face. “I think ‘m gonna cut my hair.” He murmurs when you lay down in bed, turning off the overhead light, opting for the lamp on your nightstand. “What? Why would you do that? I thought you wanted to grow it out.” You ask shifting to face him, cozying up next to him. “It’s…annoying. I always have to adjust it.” He murmurs. “It’s just in an awkward stage still, once ‘s a little longer you can start tying it back.” You say resting your head on his chest, he rubs your back and hums at your suggestion. “Or…I have some clips, bobby pins too, just till it’s ponytail length.” You add on, rubbing his side, over his ribs.

You end up on his lap, sectioning the parts of his hair that flop forward but aren’t long enough to tie back. “Look how cute, I have Hello Kitty ones ‘n I have plain ones too.” You say excitedly showing him the barrettes. He doesnt know who Hello Kitty is, he likes saying hello to your kitty, and to Alpine, beyond that he’s clueless. “Ummm let’s just go for plain baby.” He says patting your back, closing his eyes when he feels your fingers drag through his hair. You have a brown barrette that is a little darker than his actual hair color, clipping it into place behind his ear. Doing the same to the other side, “Wow, look at this pretty face, all on display!” You croon warmly, cupping his cheeks, he rolls his eyes at your fuss accepting your kisses on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. “So handsome, so—” Another kiss, “So handsome, like an angel.” You squeal squeezing him tightly. “Woah.” He smiles, looping his arm around your middle. “Damn, okay, the clips are a yes then.” He croons enjoying the feeling of getting smothered. He doesn’t know how he lived without your love for so long, sometimes he thinks you’ll make him sick with your sweetness, it can’t be good for his heart.

The morning after you tie his tie like any day, pour his coffee, and hand him his arm from the drying rack. You send him off with two exact kisses and a pat on the chest. The press has a lovely time getting picture after picture of the pastel barrette behind congressmen Barnes’ ear wondering who could’ve possibly gotten the usually aloof man into something as cute as Hello Kitty…

strawberry divider by @kodaswrld

line divider by @cursed-carmine

a/n: based on thunderbolts buck :3 (i need him.)

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blackbirdvvriting · 1 month ago

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Multiverse

tfaws!bucky x f!reader

word count: 1,7k

warnings: overdose of fluff, bit of +18, sad and soft

context: you and Bucky had been in a relationship for quite a while now, 7 months, you always laugh together since you have the almost exact sense of humor, you have deep conversations with each other on those night when sleep just didn't wanna do it's job and the past filled that space, and those moments showed how much you cared about each other, that you were crazy about each other, so you decided to move in together and, on one special night, in the comfort of your home, it hit you.

The navy blue blinds were shut, all the lights, except for the lamp on the nightstand, were off. The night was at its peak, no cars or ambulances sounds, no people's voices filling the crowed streets. Just the moonlight, some frogs or criquets and, of course, you two. A 106 year old supersoldier and his girlfriend laying in bed naked, a perfect night to end the caotic day you and Bucky had.

It all started at breakfast, you had been up until late because the nightmares were hunting you this time and he, knowing how hard it can be to "just go back to sleep" after seeing the most traumatic images in your brain when you were supposed to rest, was determined to be by your side with a cup of tea or his relaxing voice reading to you until you felt better sleepy enough.

After all of that a good cup of coffee was primordial for both of you, but your coffe machine had another plans and decided to broke. Bucky was sure that he could fix it, but he couldn't, and that cost you and him your having-breakfast-and-getting-dress-for-work time, so you had to get ready in five minutes and run to the nearest coffee shop on the way. And not to your suprise, you both were very very late for work.

You worked at a beautiful little comic shop a few blocks away, by the time you got there you realised, in all that rush of getting dress at light speed, you forgot the keys to open the shop at your home and it was already 9:56AM. The store opened at 8AM.

Bucky was late for a mission too and that didn't help his already everyday grumpy attitude. Even less having a little conversation with Sam about responsability and blah blah blah.

Eventually your coworker knew of a hidden key your boss put in sone of the flower pots beneath the window and your day went fine. But Bucky... well he was counting the seconds to be back at home with you in his arms listening to some of those 50s songs that you both love as backround noise.

And that's how we ended up in the begining.

He was laying in bed with your head on his naked chest, a thin glowy layer of sweet still dressing your body from your previous loving activities.—God, I waited all day just for this moment— he said softly, hia voice almost not even a sound while his cold fingers ran through your hair.

You turned your head to look at him, but your hands were on his chest now, and your chin resting on them. To Bucky the sight was heaven. Every fight, every scratch, every arguement, every mission was worth it if it only meant that he was gonna end up tangled up in the bed sheets, the couch or the kitchen counter with you.—¿We can say that t'day was definitely a day to forget right?— he closed his eyes and let a tiny laughed escape him at the same time your own louder laugh filled the bedroom.

—Nah...—he just looked at the celing with a smirk on his face—¿Y'wanna know why?—his intense eyes were now on you, but his look was always soft for you.

You were curious about what was inside his smartass head this time, so you asked.—Yeah, tell me—your inocent eyes looking at him from bellow, chin still in his chest.

His vibranium hand made its way back at your hair brushing a strand out of his sight of your "perfect face" as he did always call it.

—Cuz' I get to be here, like this, with you, at the end of every day—a smirk laying on his face while looking at you.

You just rolled your eyes and leaned to kiss him. You adore this moment when the softness in him comes to light only for you.—Ok mister romantic—you joke just to hear his little laugh again.

—I do wait for this kind of moments everyday too—you brush a his hair back to then lay your right palm on his cheek, yoyr finger strikung the skind under them. That makes him smile, which then makes you smile even more.

—Fuck... I'm so down bad for you, doll—he manages to say between your laughs of how obvious is the love in your eyes when you look at each other. But that pure love stays only in your eyes, it hasn't come down to your mouths yet.

—¿You think you're the only one here? Have you seen yourself in a mirror?—you joke to make him laugh again, you really love to make him smike and hear hus laughter. But what you love even more is knowing that you sre the one to make that happen.

The blood rushes to Bucky's cheeks betraying his cold-grumpy-guy vibe he wants to give and he doesn't respond anything. So of course you keep with the compliments to your beautiful superboyfriend.—¡You're literally PERFECT!—

—Your hands are the perfect size and temperture, one warm and soft like a pillow I always want to put my face in, and the other one cool but so hot at the same time—that took another laugh from him and more blood rushed to his cheeks.—and unique and soft also. Your arms too and they are the ones that hold me on the nights I'm too cold, or too afraid. Your chest is where I can always lay my head on and have the most exquisite sleep of my life, is the place that reminds me that comfort does exist for me. And don't even get me started on your face, Mr.—you were saying all that to him in a half joking half serious way, joking was you way to affront serious moments in your life after all. But you meant every single word you said. And you hoped he knew that too.

—Oh no, after all that I wanna hear what you gotta say 'bout m'face now, don't leave me hangin'— he said putting preasure and your waist with his left hand, sending shivers down your spine, and making you whole body's hairs go up.

—Where do I start— he swore no one ever saw him they way that you did in that moment. Your pupils were blown wide, your big eyes shining so much it was nearly cartoonish, and the emotion behind them was not foreign to him at all.—Your lips... they're just si perfect—your head gsve uo on his collarbone at the mare sight if them—They're this perfect shade of pink that only dolls have. They're not too thin, or too big, they're just right to fit mine. And oh my god the softness, is intoxicating! Addictive!— your eyes finally met his again.—And your eyes...—

For a brief moment you just looked at each other. So ardenly mesmerized by the other, by all those feeling burning deep in your hearts, knocking the walls of your chest so desperate to get out after so long being kept by the fear of rejection.

—Your eyes are the most ethereal things I have ever seen and that have ever see me. I feel so lucky everytime you look at me. They're so big, and so innocent and delicate and they añways have this little sparkles all the time ¡to the point that I'm convinced the multiverse exists just by looking at them because it seems like an entire galaxy is each one!— and you landed that last part like a joke, but you were dead serious, and he was speechless.

—¿Y-you mean all that, doll?—his voice was like a broken whisper. And the eyes you talked about so much now were even brigther thanks to the tears starting to from in them, but behind all that was hidden hope.

Hope that he still was worthy of such caring and affection. Hope that you meant all that because you were capaple of seeing him and like what you see. Hope that he wasn't alone anymore. Hope that maybe you felt it too.

—¡Of course I do, honey! Everything I said I mean it with all my heart, sweetie—now your eyes were watery too and your hands shaked while holding his face in them as your thumbs soothe the skin of his cheeks, but still, you tried to ground him, to make him believe that this could be real for him.

—¿Y-you really feel a-all that about me-e, mhm?—his hands were on yours trying to calm you down and him a bit too.

—I feel all that about you and more, Buck. I-—you couldn't say it. You were too afraid.

—Shit, Buck, I- oh my god- I. I just- I- I love you so much, James. I love you. There, I love you, that's the truth. I don't have anyth-—but you couldnt finish your sentence before he grabed you and hug like never before.

His head was buried deep in your neck, that's how you could tell he was crying. Then you felt his kissed while you still hugged him so thight with one hand and the other brushing his hair as a way of comforting him.

His tears started to mixed in the kisses he pressed from the root of your neck, to the middle and when he got to the part behind your ear, he stayed there a bit. No more rush in his actions, just the silence of the night, your heavy breaths and for loud hearts beating fast for love.

He then stopped, slowly got away from your neck, but he still didn't looked at you. You didn't rushed him either.

—I love you too— his voice was raspy from the crying, but it sounded so delicate and so firm at the same time.

You cried a laugh and this time you jumoed to hug him and hide your fsce in his neck. His always were faster than a thunder cathing you and caging you so you stayed with him. But that wasn't necessary because, from the moment you met him you knew he was gonna be the one.

—Wow that was very-, I feel like I'm a romantic movie—you joked to lift the mood.

—Oh my god, doll—Bucky hid his fsce in your neck again.

—Aww. Ok~ I'm sorry. I ruined the moment, right?—you didn't hear him but you felt his head nodding in your neck making you laugh.

Oh my god I had so much fun writing this!!!!! I really hope you liked it because I tried my best with this being the first thing I write in a while and my first time writing in english too! Love you all and see ya on the next ;)

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