Word Count: 942 Warnings: None! So much fluff! Summary: Anon sent in – Hey if your actually doing the non sexual kinds of intimacy as prompts I think it’d be funny if you did one about the beauty treatments. Bucky has two lil pigtails in the front of his hair to keep it off his face while he and the reader are doing face masks and then Steve shows up and asks to join. I don’t know. Your writing is properly lovely, and you’re so good at all the things. A/N: So, I posted a prompt list for non-sexual forms of intimacy, just thinking they were cool – and I got one requested! Sorry this took so long, Nonnie! You’re so very sweet. I hope you enjoy this!
This is what I was doing at work today! I am not ashamed. I should have been supervised.
You prop your foot up on your bed with a little grunt. Digging through your bag, you rummage through the little glass bottles of brightly colored polish. The bottles clink against each other in your search for your ‘Blue Lagoon’ polish. Fall is literally right around the corner, but you just want it. It’s beachy and fun.
You finally find it at the bottom of the bag and shake it up as a quiet knock sounds on your door. “Come in!” You call, capturing your tongue between your teeth in concentration as you paint your toes.
Bucky strides in, looking a little apologetic. “Hey, Y/N, I know it’s your personal time, but Steve said you needed help with your phone? You looked up at Bucky, shoulders slumping with relief. “Oh my god, yes. Stark makes the most ridiculous contraptions!” You reach over to yournightstad and all but throw it at your friend, who catches it with a soft clink to his metal hand.
He sits in front of you, tapping away on the screen and chuckling, “Contraption. You’re hanging out with me and Steve too much. You’re starting to sound like an old fu–”
“I swear to god, Buck, if you say ‘fuddy duddy,’ I’m gonna lose it.”
He snorts, head falling in mock defeat. He knows you love to hear the ‘old timey slang,’ as you called it. He and Steve use it as often as they can around you.
“Okay,” he says hesitantly, tapping the screen a couple more times. “It should cooperate with you now.” He places it down beside you and furrows his brow in a question. “What are you doing?”
You smiled proudly at your feet as you finish painting the last toe. “I’m using my personal time to have a little spa day!”
He hummed to let you know he was listening, but his focus was on the packets spread out on your comforter. He picked one up and made a face at the picture of the woman with black goop on her face.
“Face masks? The hell you need this for?”
You giggled at the face he was making. “They all do different things. That one’s deep cleaning, that one’s moisturizing, this one peels,” You point at each different packet. “You wanna do one with me?”
“Yeah, sure.”
You fully expected him to say no. A smile grew on your face in your disbelief. “Really?!”
“Yeah, sure, why not?”
You closed and threw your bottle in the bag with an alarming clanking noise. “Which one do you want?”
You tell him the options that you thought would be best for him. He ended up picking an avocado mask because you mentioned it could also be good for the scruff on his face.
You grab a clean foundation brush and started painting the thick paste onto Bucky’s cheeks. The ends of his hair flopped into the goo and you growled lightly in frustration. “Hold on a second, I’m gonna tie your hair back.” You hop up from your bed and ungracefully make it to the bathroom, then reemerge with two wildly printed hair bands in hand. “Sorry, all I have are scrunchies. Hope that’s okay.”
“Whatever you got, doll, ‘s’fine,” he mumbles, eyes closed.
You curl your lips into your mouth to contain your smile. Just from your slight hesitation, Bucky knows you’re up to something. He swats your leg playfully. “Shake a leg, kid. I’m not gettin’ any younger.” You mumble out something about a ‘mean, old fart,’ before threading your fingers through Bucky’s hair and putting it up into the scrunchie. You do the same on the other side and fail to contain the giggles that erupted from you.
Bucky Barnes – the ex-Fist of HYDRA – in pigtails is quite a sight to behold.
Bucky opens his eyes and watches you fall to your bed in a fit of laughter. He smiles at you. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew what you were doing. He simply watches you until you compose yourself. “Still not gettin’ younger here.”
Mumbling an apology, you pick up the brush and start to paint his face again. When you’re done, Bucky offers to do yours. It’s hard to have him so close and focused on you and for you to not make faces at him in the process. You indulge yourself a couple of times, and he smudges the blue paste on your nose in retaliation. You toss your head back and laugh, causing the brush to swipe across your lips. You scream and spit out Bucky’s name in shock, wiping the paste off on your hands.
“You did it, kid! That wasn’t my fault!”
A hasty knock comes at your door before Steve pushes his way in. “Y/N? You okay? I heard scre–” He stops once he gets a look at you and Bucky – probably looking half mad with blue and green faces, hair pulled away from both of your masks.
He puts his hands on his hips, and you know he’s about to use his dad voice. “You started spa day without me?”
Bucky is taken aback and looks to you for confirmation. A sly smile plays on your lips as you answer, “The Star Spangled Man here is a fan of the finer things in life.” You both grin and wave Steve over to sit by you. “Come on, grandpa! I’ve got a new peach mask that’s gonna get those wrinkles off that old face of yours!” You giggle at your own jokes as Steve scoffs. He’s still pretty excited for an afternoon of pampering, even if he has to put up with your terrible jokes.
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