messy plait

Imagine Tony getting into the habit of playing with Bucky’s hair and doing all sorts of things with it. Since it’s quite long, Tony has fun plaiting it, styling it and throwing it up into ponytails and small buns. At first, Bucky only endures this because it’s Tony and he loves Tony being happy no matter what. But as it progress, Bucky begins to like the feeling of Tony’s slender fingers running through his hair as his fingertips brush against his scalp delightfully. When Bucky walks into the kitchen one morning, only wearing sweatpants and his hair in an messy, slept-in plait, Natasha simply says, “Your hair’s going to be wavy today, I hope you know that.”

Bucky only smiles as he thinks of a happy Tony before going, “I really don’t give a fuck.” 

I had a quick Skype chat with him last night before dinner. He told me I looked beautiful even though I had put my messy hair in plaits and was neg on the makeup. It’s those things that make me feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world. It’s the little things that I like to remember when things aren’t going too great. Because it reminds me that no matter what, I have someone somewhere who loves me for who I actually am.