Bucky x Reader CutMore Like This
“Don’t do this, Bucky.”
“I’m not letting you.”
“I absolutely refuse to let you do this, (Name).”
“Oh for heaven’s sake, it is not that big a deal!”
“Yes it is! And I will not allow you to do this!”
“Child, you are overreacting.”
“No I’m not!”
“I’m just giving you a haircut. You need it!”
“I do not!”
She groaned loudly, the scissors in her hand waiting expectantly, but to no avail. Bucky was dead set against anyone touching his hair. (Name) figured it was because of trust issues, seeing as he was pretty cold and distant towards anyone who attempted to be nice to him. The only reason why he was sort of conversational with her was because she’d taken him in. Of course, she didn’t know a thing about him, except that he’d shown up passed out at the edge of the woods outside
I Am LokiMore Like This
I am the outcast of my family.
I am the second child, the one not regarded.
I am always doubted, never trusted.
I am the one who is looked down upon for being different.
Between my brother and I, I am the one that thinks things through.
I am known to get what I want, because I do what it takes.
My brother is well known by nearly all
And praised by many.
People know me to tell me the grandeur of my brother,
As if I do not already know.
Little do they know that I have more to offer.
I hide my feelings for fear of getting hurt.
I have built a wall to protect myself from pain.
I will not admit when I am hurt, for jesting is all they will do.
For this I am deemed uncaring, because uncaring is what I am
If I do not wish to show how I feel.
I am the one that people question,
I am the one whose reputation is dark.
I am a mystery that people fear to search for the light of.
For they think I am truly wicked.
But am I wicked? Not in my heart.
The fašade I have built is what people see.
And so it