wakandan kids making bucky flower crowns and braiding his hair
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There are no less than a dozen children working around Bucky, and on him, and over him, swarming and buzzing amongst each other like busy little bees.
Steve reckons they’ve set up quite the system for the occasion. It could be worse – three of the older girls are in charge of Bucky’s hair, little Anathi only stopped crying the minute she was (reluctantly) appointed assistant comb-holder, Lwazi will probably need disentangling from two yards of ribbon before long, and the rest of them keep coming back with baskets and baskets brimming with fresh flowers.
It’s like watching a painting come to life, bright voices and giggles and swirls of color on the backdrop of golden sunshine, chaos and beauty at their finest, and Steve could stare for hours, happily mesmerized by it all.
As it is, he barely gets to sit down on the grassy ground before Bucky’s onto him. His eyes appraise Steve for a few long moments, glinting with amusement and no small amount of exasperation. They’re so blue today, god, they put the summer sky to shame.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Bucky reminds him, making a visible effort to keep still while the girls braid tiny blossoms into his hair. He’s got a child sitting in the circle of his crossed legs, Mbulelo – turned eight just last month, he’s a proper big boy now – weaving flowers into a chain with deft fingers, and trying to fend off a very interested baby goat in the meantime.
“You’re not gonna kick me out of the party, are you?” Steve grins back, reaching over to grab the furry offender – Rob, of course it’s Rob, the little rascal – before it can snatch any more flowers from Mbulelo’s basket.
Bucky considers him, taking in the squirming goat in his arms, the beard Steve made sure to trim neatly for once, and what he hopes are his most earnest Earnest Eyes.
“Mm, perhaps I’ll let you stay after all,” Bucky decrees at last, all benevolence and a sprinkle of mischief.
Mbulelo chimes in a moment later, twisting the long stem of a daisy into his chain, and Bucky replies in his own, still tentative Xhosa, causing them both to laugh. It’s warm – so warm Steve feels goosebumps race across his skin, tingling up his arms, at the nape of his neck.
No matter what the movies say the future will look like, in twenty, fifty, in seventy years, Steve already knows what he wants the next century to look like for him. And what he wants, is nothing less than a hundred years of this: of Bucky’s nose crinkling when he laughs, of his chest shaking, and his face, his cheeks, his mouth, alight from the simplest joys.
He wants to get used to it – the sound of Bucky’s happiness, in all its shapes and hues, the wordless, the Yes, the I love you, the C’mere, and the softest, most intimate breath of Steve, and Steve, Again – and he hopes he never will get used to it. Let Bucky’s laughter always shiver warmly down his spine, each time like a new pleasure, never taken for granted.
“Mbulelo says he’ll make you a flower crown, too,” Bucky informs him, blue eyes glittering in the bright sun, “if you behave yourself.”
Steve pictures it; both of them crowned with matching shades of pink, and orange, and white and buttery yellow; their fingers entwined; Bucky’s perfect lips when he’ll say, I do.
He settles Rob more comfortably in his arms, and drops a kiss between Rob’s fuzzy ears, his gaze never leaving Bucky’s own. “I promise.”
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In the cool shade of their bedroom, Steve cups Bucky’s face in his hands and kisses him, deep and gentle, dipping his tongue into the softness of Bucky’s mouth to discover the lingering aftertaste of mint behind his teeth.
“Steve,” is the sweet sigh against his lips – and he’s kissing Bucky’s smile, and his thumbs catch in Bucky’s dimples, twin almonds hidden like precious secrets under Bucky’s beard.
“God, god, I love you–“
Steve’s hand strays naturally, following the sinuous curve of Bucky’s neck, seeking the dark silk of his hair – but Bucky catches his wrist, pulling away from him abruptly.
“Nope,” he says, popping his glistening lips, “I just got my hair done and you’re not allowed to wreck it yet.” He pats Steve’s cheek consolingly, gracing him with one last peck on the tip of his nose. “Come on, you might as well help me get dressed while you’re here.”
And Steve, because he’s Steve, and this is Bucky, obliges.
The pants are easy enough; getting Bucky into the matching tunic without disturbing his carefully braided hair, though, that’s a lot trickier. It requires some manoeuvring – and quite a bit of creative cussing – but eventually they find themselves on the other side, everything still miraculously in place. Steve drapes the scarf over Bucky’s left shoulder – deep blue like the sky just before dawn, embroidered in black and silver and gold – and pins it in place with a brooch.
“A wolf,” Steve notices softly, tracing its silvery ridges with his fingertip.
“A gift from Shuri,” Bucky says, his smile fond. “And she likes to think that I’m the cheesy one.”
He turns away from Steve, facing the mirror that hangs above his modest dresser. His long hair swishes with the movement, whispering like a spring breeze against his shoulders. Flowers dance in the glossy chestnut of his braid; pearl white freesias and colorful daisies, tender rose blossoms and tiny lilies-of-the-nile winking like purplish-blue gems from the thick of his mane.
Steve’s fingers itch to comb through the woven locks and undo them, undo it all, pick out the flowers one by one and replace them all with the kisses of his mouth, and watch Bucky’s hair spread prettily over their tangled sheets afterwards.
His gaze meets Bucky’s in the mirror. Steve can feel the frisson moving through Bucky’s body – pleasure, anticipation, nerves – when Bucky asks, more breath than voice, “How do I look?”
Like the only thing I want to look at for the rest of my life, Steve’s heart supplies. He steps behind Bucky and winds both arms around Bucky’s waist, careful not to crush anything as he hooks his chin over Bucky’s shoulder.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
In the mirror, Bucky’s smile is the sweetest thing Steve has ever seen.
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The moon is high in the sky by the time they stumble back into the hut, chasing each other’s mouths tipsily up against the bedroom wall.
It’s touch. It’s hands, all hands – caressing, unpinning, peeling soft linen away.
It’s the glint of gold around their fingers, the cool kiss of metal tingling against Steve’s skin everywhere Bucky touches him, a twofold promise of this, this, forever.
It’s his own palm over the curve of Bucky’s naked shoulder, inching into the dip of Bucky’s neck; the teasing brush of his fingertips over Bucky’s hairline, there in the hollow of his nape.
“Do I get to wreck it, now?”
The enticing curl of Bucky’s lip when he says, “Not yet.”
In the morning, he’ll remember the gentle pressure of Bucky’s hand on his chest, pushing him flat against the sheets.
The maddening roll of Bucky’s hips – he’ll feel that still between his hands, rocking slow and greedy in his lap, all hunger, all need.
He’ll know, as he knows now, here, in this moonlit cave of a room, the supple flesh of Bucky’s thighs squeezing tight around him, and the slickness of his skin, the ragged rhythm of his breath, and the frantic beat of his heart, pulsing against him, around him, deep inside where Bucky’s pleasure sparks.
Flowers spill from Bucky’s hair as their bodies move; petals falling like fresh snow around them, lined with silver from the full moon. They scatter across Steve’s chest, kissing Bucky’s own hand where it finds purchase against Steve’s heart, raining like an ancient blessing over their marriage bed.
He won’t forget. When Bucky curls over him, seeking Steve’s mouth at the peak of his passion, Steve swears that he won’t forget this.
He sinks his fingers in Bucky’s hair, sweat-damp and fragrant, freesias and roses and wispy lilies crushed between their bellies, and he feels, he feels, he–
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It’s in the quiet, after, that Steve’s heart settles.
He strews wet kisses along Bucky’s brow, at his temple, his cheek, and finds a new word – husband – nestled there, waiting in the corner of that sweet mouth.
He holds Bucky close – a king of old, hoarding his treasure in his very arms – and counts the first day of the next hundred years.
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Settle Down
Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader
Desc: Cody fires himself up during his Monday Night Raw promo which results into Y/N having to help calm him down backstage.
Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N being a sweetie, angry cody 🤗‼️ (No smut in this one since next oneshot will include smut)
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“The Rock, took to instagram last week following up with a very entertaining rock concert, too bad he didn’t wanna be here tonight..” the crowd booed “Rock referred to himself as our favorite heel..?” Cody’s voice echoed throughout the arena talking & saying “The nature boy rick flair was a heel. Rock..I don’t think you’re a heel I think you’re an asshole..” Cody scowled directly into the Camera while standing inside the ring as if you two were making eye contact despite the fact you were backstage watching this all go down on the tv that laid against the wall of his dressing room.
“Haven’t you been crying behind the scenes this whole time? I mean once that hashtag came out once they started chanting something else, you went and CRIED to your buddies on the TKO board ‘HEY HEY! This is gonna be some good pr for the rock I need to save wwe’ god knows look at thise house we sure needed saving right?! He said it’s gonna be this great pr for the rock until it wasn’t..” Cody ranted while circling around staring directly at the live camera & you immediately noticed that he was beginning to fire himself up the more he spoke.
“Rock, the TKO folks said to you oh my gosh yes rock yes put on your gucci shirt your muscles will look so big YES YES YES YES! The reason they said it is because they are YES people they are enablers they don’t tell you like it is, so I’m going to.” Cody scoffed as he went on another tangent on how he could admit many things on the Rock but then he pissed himself off so much to the point where he started becoming more verbally agressive “Rock you are also a terrible Salesman a carny succubus and for those who don’t know what that means..Your a whiney BITCH.” He snapped.
Y/N sat in the dressing room staring directly into the fury of his eyes right through the television screen, all this talk about the rock had genuinely started becoming angering to him & bothersome that he somehow managed to upset himself the more he spoke. “You haven’t been in the ring in real time action in YEARS! And April 6th the BELL is gonna ring! What happens rock when it rings? Are you gonna have all that Big Dwayne Energy or LDS?! Little. DICK. Syndrome!” He shouted while all of the fans within the arena started Chanting, Cheering, Shouting waving around their signs while even the announcers chuckled to themselves.
For the rest of his promo he continued ranting, shouting & even going as far as making a sudden deal with The Wiseman Paul Heyman, threatening to pull a Homelander & rip out his throat if he didn’t get to the point which left Paul a little shocked. Once his promo for the night was finished You immediately left the dressing room just as he rushed his way backstage huffing and puffing mumbling with Jey & then approaching you hut you held up your hands that lightly knocked against his chest about to speak but you shook your head
“Cody I can tell you’re pissed off, You upset your own self just by talking about Dwayne alone & before You do anything like take off the suit, get comfortable, go to the bus I need you to grab some water & take a breath.” You spoke softly as you noticed his hands were shaking in irritation and inner rage before he took a deep breath & exhaled while nodding.
“Good. Now let’s get you out of that suit & into the bus before Pharaoh looses his mind..” you pat his shoulder while you two went to the dressing room. You helped him get undressed and for a moment he just legit stood there with boxers on ranting his heart out “Had the nerve on him to mention MY mother y/n and complain about me shedding ONE tear ONE SINGULAR TEAR but this entire time he’s bitching and WHINING to TKO” he started shouting a bit while you folded his suit & packed it away. You turned around & started shushing him softly and pat his chest “Baby your yelling, Settle down okay? I know your pissed hell I would be do if someone talked about my parents like that. But I need you to lower your voice, your throats gonna go raw. Like Monday.”
Cody chuckled at the corny joke you had made to help cheer him up while pulling him into a warm hug as you practiced deep breathes with him “Thank you sweetheart I don’t know what i’d do without you.” You smiled shrugging “I don’t know either.” He snorted and pressed a kiss against your lips “alright now pipe down a bit.” You laughed before giving him one more kiss.
Cody was not an easily angered man, until things like his parents or loved ones getting mentioned but when he had You around? He was going to go a long way when you knew how to calm down in the right ways.
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