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“Could you maybe stay still? I have scissors like, right near your ears.” (Y/n) huffed as she held the man’s shoulders steady. “It’s like you want me to mess up.”
Bucky chuckled under his breath, knowing better than to laugh at her. “I’m sorry. I think I’m just a little nervous that’s all.”
She shook her head, continuing to clip away at the long strands of brunette hair. “You’re going to look so handsome when I’m done. Not that you aren’t now, but it’s going to be nice seeing you a little less shaggy.”
“Hey! I thought you liked me shaggy!” He retorted, moving quickly which caused her to wince and pull her hand and the scissors away from the back of his neck. “What’s the matter?”
(Y/n) sighed, shaking her head as she grabbed the comb. “Well because you moved, I cut it shorter than I wanted to, so you’re getting a different hair cut.”
“What do you mean, different haircut?” He questioned as he watched her reach for the electric shears. “Oh god, you’re going to shave me bald.”
“You’re not gonna be bald!” She laughed as she started to shave around the back of his neck. “I’m going for more of a, ‘longer up top with shorter on the bottom’ kind of look.”
He groaned. “I have a feeling that I’m gonna have a bald spot after this.”
(Y/n) stopped what she was doing on the back of his head to focus more on the front. The back was at least even, so she didn’t have to worry so much. The top however, could use a little more work. “You have hair gel, right?”
He looked over at the small table next to him that she had set up, basically throwing all the hair products they collectively owned on it. “I think there might be some gel here somewhere.” He told her as he started to look at the labels on the products. “Yeah, I found some.”
She took the small bottle from his hand, squeezing out a decent glob so she could heat it with her hands before she started to rake it though his hair, trying her best to get his hair to sort of spike up in the front. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair short.”
Bucky looked up and watched her. She was concentrating so hard on making sure his hair looked perfect, and he could actually feel his heart swell as he watched her. She was amazing for staying with him, and working with him to get to this point where he would accept a haircut.
“You’re staring at me.” She pointed out as she sat on his lap, their chests together while she continued to work her fingers through his hair. “Hopefully for a good reason?”
“It’s always a good reason.” He chuckled as he leaned up and softly kissed her, his right hand coming up to rest on her cheek. “I just love you, and love that you’re doing this.”
She giggled, breaking away from the kiss as she tried to finish his hair. “Come on, let me work the rest of the gel in, and then we can snuggle on the couch or something. I’m almost done.”
He groaned as she continued, never the type to get fidgety but for some reason now was the time. “So let me ask, are you doing this really for me, or is this something for you?”
“Shit..” She mumbled as she dropped her hands from her head. “Well, I kind of wanted you to look nice for this weekend.”
“So you were hiding something from me?” He smirked, trying to hide the feeling of disappointment that there was something she didn’t want to tell him. “Sneaky isn’t a very good look for you, love.”
(Y/n) sighed as she closed her eyes and rested her forehead on his shoulder. “My mother has decided she wanted to come visit, and I mentioned that I had a boyfriend and she was really excited to meet you. But then she googled you, and it all went south from there.”
Bucky was now chewing on the inside of his cheek. He knew that the first thing that happened when you looked up his name, it only showed his past and never his present. “Let me guess. She doesn’t want you dating a murderer.”
“I can’t even phrase it nicely anymore.” She murmured as she looked at him. “I thought, the first step to getting her to see you, how I see you, would be a haircut.” Her eyes were filled with tears at this point, trying her best to not cry.
“Love, it’s okay. I’ll charm the hell out of her, and she’ll forget about all the shit I did.” He was trying his best to make her smile, his hands lifting her cheeks so he would look at her. “And I swear, I’ll be the perfect boyfriend. I’ll make dinner, I’ll clean the guest room; whatever it takes to be amazing.”
“You already are amazing.” She laughed as she dried her eyes with the back of her hands. “She just gets scared sometimes, and I know it’s been hard for her since my dad passed away. She has to be good cop and bad cop at the same time.”
Bucky smiled slightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Now, how about you show me my hair and we can start from there. I’m gonna have to know if I need to go get it fixed or not.” He laughed as she swatted at his chest for teasing her.
(Y/n) brought the mirror over and he actually gasped, causing her to frown. “You hate it, don’t you. I guess I’ll go see if the salon has any free time this afternoon.”
“No! I actually love it!” He said as he ran his hand through his now short hair. “You did an amazing job. Why did you never cut my hair before?”
“You used to yell at me when I always asked!” (Y/n) laughed as she set the mirror down. “Now how about you clean all your hair on the ground, and I can order us some food?” She suggested as she brushed off the last bit of hair from his shoulder.
Bucky nodded, following her into the kitchen so he could grab the broom and dustpan. “Thank you, by the way. I might have been a jerk the whole time, but I really do like the haircut.”
“You weren’t being a jerk. You were being yourself. Your handsome, stubborn, and moody self.” (Y/n) smiled, kissing him quickly before she grabbed the phone to order them a pizza.
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Bonus:
“Whoa! Look at you!” Sam smiled as he walked into the apartment, a pizza in hand. “When (Y/n) asked me to pick this up on the way here, I didn’t think I would get the absolute joy of this!” Sam smiled as he motioned to Bucky’s head.
“Aw shut up! I think it looks nice!” Bucky defended as he grabbed the box from the other man.
“You look less likely to murder someone, that’s for sure.” Sam laughed when (Y/n) handed him a beer. “How did you convince him to do this?”
She smirked, looking down at the beer in her hand. “Well, I feel like the answer isn’t the best…”
“Sex. A lot of sex.” Bucky chuckled as Sam groaned and covered his ears.