Summary: Bucky comes home from a mission to find his girlfriend impulsively dyeing her hair blue.
Word count: 770+
Content: established relationship , fluff and domestic sweetness
a/n: dying my hair August 2nd finallyyyyy!!! , and this time am going crazy with it yayyyy hehe enjoy <3
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Bucky didn’t bother to announce himself as he walked through the front door. The familiar creak of the hinge and the subtle jingle of his keys hitting the bowl by the entrance was enough to let you know he was home.
He paused for a moment, taking in the faint scent of vanilla and something else , sweet and…chemical? His nose scrunched slightly as he toed off his boots and slung his black duffel bag down by the coat rack.
“Doll?” he called, voice scratchy from travel and use.
No answer.
He noticed the hallway light was on and followed it like a moth , slow and tired steps padding toward the bathroom.
And then he saw it. You.
In one of his larger old gray henleys, sleeves pushed up, arms in the air as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smoothing sapphire blue dye into your hair with gloved fingers.
A towel was wrapped around your shoulders haphazardly , stained with splotches of the blue, and you were humming under your breath—so focused, you didn’t even hear him approach.
He leaned against the doorframe with a lazy smile, arms crossed.
“So… blue, huh?”
You jumped , gloved hands flew up in surprise, accidentally brushing a streak of blue onto your cheek. You turned, wide-eyed and guilty, lips already forming an “O” before you could come up with words.
“Oh my go-!…you’re back early!” You gasped. “Don’t look! It’s not done! You’re not supposed to see it yet—”
Bucky chuckled, soft and amused, his eyes dancing with affection as he pushed off the doorframe and slowly stepped inside.
“Too late, sweetheart. Caught you blue-handed.” He reached out with his metal fingers and gently wrapped around her hand lifting it to his mouth placing a soft kiss on your wrist.
You frowned. “I was impulsive! You were gone for five days and I saw this girl on TikTok with blue hair and I thought—‘hey, I could be fun too!’”
Bucky smirked and tilted his head, his voice warm and teasing. “Oh, you’re definitely fun. A menace, too.”
You narrowed your eyes at him through the streaks of hair hanging down in front of your face. “You’re laughing now, but wait till this stains the pillowcases.”
“Oh no,” he said mock-dramatically, wrapping his arms around you from behind despite the warning dye all over you, “my poor pillowcases.”
You giggled, trying not to get any dye on him. “You’re getting blue on your shirt, Bucky!”
He glanced down, shrugged. “It’s alright , and I’d wear blue any hour any day if it meant holding you.”
You paused for a beat, feeling your heart skip. You leaned into him a little, tilting your head back.
“Do… do you like it?” you asked, a little shy now that the excitement had worn off and you remembered this was a big change.
He blinked slowly, then brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead with his left hand , thumb lingered against your temple.
“I do. I really do,” he said softly. “It’s bright and pretty and totally you. But even if you dyed it red or shaved it all off or turned it into a rainbow mop, you’d still be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Your cheeks flushed hot, despite the coolness of the dye and your bare feet against the tile. “Stop. You’re gonna make me get emotional with this goop in my hair.”
He grinned, planting a kiss just under your jaw. “Then finish up so I can properly welcome you back to our couch , blue hair and all.”
You bit your lip to hide your smile. “You mean you’d still hold me? Even if my scalp smells like chemicals and I might stain your chest?”
Bucky stepped back and gave you the most serious look he could muster. “Doll. I fought an agent with a frying pan once. I think I can handle a little hair dye.”
You blinked. “Wait—you fought with a what?”
“I’ll tell you while you rinse,” he said, guiding you gently toward the shower. “Now, let’s get this future mermaid finished up. The faster you rinse, the sooner I can tangle my fingers in it.”
You blushed all over again.
As you leaned over the tub and let him help you rinse the dye out, he stayed close, combing his fingers through the ends and whispering soft praises like, “You’re unreal, y’know that?” and “Can’t believe you’re mine.”
You’d gone fully blue.
And Bucky Barnes had never been more in love.
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So as a person who loves Stickers, ever since I was little, and wanted to do something with them I’ve seen on TikTok about movie/tv sticker journals I decided to do one myself
Right now all my stickers are from this small business below
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Alright SO this post has been about 2 weeks in the making, and I’m almost positive it’s the first post I’ve made on here that isn’t just me reblogging other people’s posts, so that’s exciting! Go me! Getting out of my comfort zone!
Anyway, I bought some star wars related things, specifically, Anakin things. I was waiting on one package in particular and I am SO excited that it’s finally here! There is one more thing I’m waiting on but if anybody wants a post for that, I can write one out when it gets here Saturday.
I found these shops because I was scrolling through my tiktok and came upon a post on my For You page. (It certainly was for me. Thanks, creepy accurate TikTok algorithm.) It was posted by a page called ClaireifiedByClaire, and she was recommending her soaps. I realized there was an Obi-Wan and Ahsoka soap so I immediately went to her profile and found the link to her Etsy shop (I will link below, don’t fret my lovelies, her soap is an experience we should all have)
I ended up finding a few stickers as well, which was great because I had just bought a new MacBook case and needed new stickers. I also found a few from ADGMercantile, who is just amazing. I unfortunately waited a bit too long to order so I lost out on the soap in that order and had to wait until the next Friday for the restock on her Etsy shop. Let me tell you, it was like sitting on pins and needles waiting for 12pm for that restock.
Fast forward to Tuesday night, and I was rushing my little self home from work to get into that box because I simply couldn’t wait any longer and I won’t make you guys either, so here it is!
It’s called Chosen One, and it smells amazing. The listing on Etsy says it’s based on the Confidence + Freedom candle form Target (which I totally plan on buying) but my boyfriend thinks it smells like a Bomb Pop. I think it’s just nice. It’s natural and vegan, so that’s a plus. The ingredients are saponified castor oil, olive oil, palm oil, cocoa butter, mica powder for that colorant and fragrance oils. The scent description says it has hints of oakmoss, sandalwood and patchouli, with a bit of amber and musk. I honestly can’t stop smelling this. It’s $9 for a bar and free shipping!
Now on to the stickers, I got some from 2 different shops. I got a lightsaber and the Mustafar speech from ClaireifiedByClaire and various Anakin stickers from ADGMercantile.
These are from Claire!
The last one she sent to me free!
This is the keychain.
The stickers from both shops are water resistant and very sticky, so no problems with application.
Overall, I love both of these shops and will be buying from them a lot more often now that I actually have steady hours at my job.
As promised, here are the shop links! Go forth and buy things, my children!
The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me - I can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9:00, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.
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