I also just saw the movie thunderbolts with my girl too what a coincidence!
Anyways could you write something about Bucky’s fabulous Dyson air wrap blowout. I’m thinking maybe y/n is the sales person selling it to him in the store and that’s how they met, or maybe the team got him a hair appointment for a special event and he couldn’t help but stare into his hairstylist’s beautiful orbs.
I’m so down bad for Bucky rn it’s insane so anything would be appreciated 🙏🏼😘
Honeybear ik this is you 😼😼😼😽😽
Also this request is months old im sorry
this is a crackfic please don’t hate me
Y/n has done thousands of blowouts. Some on herself sure, a few on the more usual female clientele but.. the market was too competitive. If she wanted to make a living as a cosmetologist and hair stylist in New York City, she needed to find an untapped market.
She can cut, color, and treat all types of hair but heat styling—specifically blowouts—she’s always been impartial to.
And that’s now she became the number one stylist specializing in fabulous male blowouts in the country. And usually, her clients were pretty high profile. It was only a matter of time before she set her Dyson Airwrap Studio Plus upon his beautiful locks.
James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes.
She can’t say she’s not nervous. He’s the former Winter Solider; sort of congressman; improvised leader of the New (offically unofficial) Avengers.
His eyes are a piercing icy blue that makes her freeze upon first meeting, just for a second. They hold the weight of lifetimes and carefully organized secrets. She snapped herself out of it by admiring the dark ash brown of his hair. Shoulder length and slightly frizzy. The texture looks so smooth and soft it drifts in the soft breeze of the overhead fan.
She likes the look of his hair naturally… even though her stylist instincts are already formulating a plan to bend it to her will.
“You’re who they hired to do my hair?” He asked, leaning against the chair of the spacious green room. The New Avengers are making a public appearance. He eyes the heavy looking bag being rolled behind her, as well as the tote over her shoulder as she holds the heavy metal door open.
He moves to help, holding it open with what he considers to be light pressure as she hauls her things inside.
“Yes? Were you expecting someone else?”
“..no, never mind. Hi I’m Bucky.” He takes a quick breath before he introduces himself, seeming a bit out of practice. He offers his right hand to shake.
She does. It’s rough and warm. She resists the urge to let her eyes flick to the other one that hands at his side.
“Y/n. Nice to meet you. Don’t worry you’re in great hands.”
“What’s that stuff you’re putting in?” He asks after looking at her suspiciously in the mirror for a while while she puts products in to style it.
“It’s foam that’ll make your hair keep the style all day.”
He doesn’t respond for a moment. He’s sitting stiffly, looks like he’s being held at gunpoint; or perhaps a cat forced to wear a hat. Either way he’s got the essence of he can’t escape and he would really like to.
She asked if she could touch his hair before, didn’t try and bother him or talk him up like most people. She’s not sure what to do.
“I was thinking of just cutting it all off.”
Naturally, that’s fair. Most people don’t want to deal with long hair, and he should be able to do what he wants with it but.. she’s sort of offended he’d say that so casually to her face.
“Really? It looks great though! Maybe just a little on the ends but.. I mean I’ve been doing this almost 20 years, I’ve seen a lot of good hair.”
“It just grows to fast” he grumbles.
“Oh no my steak is too juicy and my lobster too buttery.” She combs through his slightly damp hair.
“You can try to change my mind but I don’t think I will. Belova set this up.”
Ahh now she gets it. He was probably pressured to do something about his hair. Or lost a bet. Or this is a prank, or maybe even deep deep deep deep down he likes it?
Bucky was trying to stay alert. The feeling of whatever foam shit is being combed through his hair with her fingers is making him want to fall asleep. He wishes he could relax but a part of him sees it as a weakness.
Then she pulls out the “Dyson Airwrap Studio Plus” and it is a big purple and pink chrome monstrosity of a device.
“What the fuck is that?” He sits up slightly.
“I just said it was the Dyson-“
“Yeah I know what you said but.. what the fuck is that?” He looks over his shoulder. Realizing she’s actually rather close. Closer than it appeared.. the little sign on the rear view mirrors makes a lot of sense how.
She smells like flowery hair products with a slight chemically note. And she holds that thing like she knows how to use it.
“It uses air to smooth the hair out and make it really shiny. Blowout”
“You’re gonna put my hair in that thing?”
“I could use a brush and a blow dryer but this is a lot faster.” She had a hard time believing of all the things he’s scared of a Dyson Airwrap.
He sighs deeply, looking her up and down considering asking for mercy.
“Fine, okay.” He turns back around with an anticipatory breath.
“It can be a little loud.”
She gets a few sections done, and Bucky ignores the slight burning smell. It’s nostalgic.. in a way. And he thinks about all the things she’s told him so far. She’s being doing this for 20 years.. so it’s not like he’s scared she’ll fuck it up or anything but-
“I read that beauticians have a lot of joint pain.”
She ignores the slightly incorrect and outdated term and nods.
With his enhanced hearing he’s even heard some her joints crack over the blowing of the stupid wrap thingy.
“Sorry.” For what he doesn’t know exactly? Talking at all? Assuming things? Having hair?
She snorts. Laugh at him. He isn’t sure whether to be relived or not.
“No it’s fine. You’re right. We try and retire early.”
Retirement… he wishes he retired, instead he ran for fucking congress. Turns out, politicians are not good coworkers. Especially if you used to assassinate people.
She finishes up with the Airwrap, his hair isn’t brushed out yet so he looks a little crazy in his opinion. But she’s right, it’s all smooth and shiny now.
She really just wants to run her fingers through it, but she doesn’t think they’re on that level yet, unfortunately. She takes a wide tooth comb and starts running it through.
“I guess it wasn’t that bad.” He doesn’t mumble it but he doesn’t sound like he wants to admit it either. His sharp eyes meet hers for a moment. Is it surrender or fondness. Either way.. she thinks she’s got herself a new regular!
If she had a nickel everytime she was hired to give an Avenger a blowout, she’d have two nickels. Thor.. 2014. It was an experience.
And that’s how Bucky fell in love with his hair stylist. Thank you
In my mind he’s such an awkward old man and no one can change my mind. He’s so babygirl
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