MARVEL IMAGINES

BUCKY BARNES - HAIRCUT

"Bucky, come on," you coaxed, grabbing his hand in yours. "We'll do it together, okay?"

"I told you, Y/N, I don't want to."

"You can't keep growing it forever," you said, giving him a look.

Bucky eyed you stubbornly and crossed his arms over his chest, looking like a pouty child. "Yes I can."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Let me put it this way. How seriously do you think you'll be taken with a man bun?"

He muttered something under his breath and sighed. "Fine. You'll do it with me?"

"I'll do it with you," you smiled.

You led him over to the two salon chairs, where two stylists were waiting patiently. Bucky sat on your left, his fingers fidgeting nervously.

"So, what are we doing today?" One of the stylists chirped brightly, making Bucky wince.

"Give him a nice clean cut," you said. "And chop mine off."

"Chop yours off?" Bucky asked, turning to you with wide eyes. "Don't cut all your hair off for me, Y/N."

You took one look at his worried expression and burst into laughter. "Buck, I'm not cutting it all off. It just means I'm getting it shorter."

"Oh," he said, frowning. "Okay then."

You turned to the stylist standing closest to you. "Can you turn us away from each other? I want it to be a surprise for both of us."

"Of course hon," she smiled widely and turned your chairs so your backs were facing each other. "Let's get started, shall we?"

About half an hour later, your stylist had cut, blow-dried, and finished styling your hair. She brushed out the last piece and stood back to survey her work. "Perfect."

You heard the other stylist say, " And .... we're finished. Beautiful."

"Ready?" your stylist asked.

She turned your chair around so you were face-to-face with Bucky. You had to do a double take to make sure it was actually him. His once long and shaggy hair was now cut close to his head, and his scruff was replaced with a clean shave.

"Hot damn," you mumbled, resulting in a grin from Bucky.

"You look beautiful, Y/N," he said, breaking into a smile. "It's different, but a really good different."

Your hair, which had been waist-length long, was now chopped to your shoulders. Your stylist has given you tousled beach waves, too.

"See?" you said. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

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ok wow sorry if this imagine sucked. I was trying to be funny and I feel like it didn't really turn out but whatever.

good news!! today I got a snow day for school so I'm hoping I'll be able to use the day off to write some more imagines!!

love, Elizabeth