I just want you to know, I hate you guys for doing this to me. But I love this so (ugh) I reluctantly welcome another ship into the shenanigans that is my blog.
Enjoy :) ************** “We need to have a talk.” Tony ripped his sunglasses off his face, tossing them onto the couch and folded his arms over his chest.
Bucky, Thor and Steve all looked at each other guiltily, then up at Tony as innocently as possible.
“What’s wrong, Tony?” Steve asked, dropping the recliner foot rest and leaning forward with a concerned look on his face. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Bucky quit stuffing his face with a sandwich and wiped his hands on his jeans.
“Anthony, surely you know you can tell us anything.” Thor offered, sitting up from where hed been lying on the floor.
“Don’t act innocent with me!” Tony snapped. “The three of you have been… conspiring against me and I am done with it.”
“I have no idea what you are referring—”
“Can it Rogers!” Tony pointed a finger at him. “You, Big and Blond, have been taking my t shirts and replacing them with ones that smell like you. I am starting to look homeless wearing your huge ass shirts all the time. And you, Dark and Scary–” he jabbed his finger at Bucky. “Have been moving everything in the kitchen up to the top shelves so I have to ask you for help every damn time I want to eat something.”
“That is disgraceful.” Thor said, frowning, and Tony whirled on him.
“Oh no. No no no Thunderhead, don’t get me started on you. You have been leaving Mjolnir places where I have to be just so I have to call for you to move her. And then usually you don’t even move her, you just pick me up like a fucking cat and move me!”
“Like a cat?” Bucky muttered and Thor shrugged sheepishly.
“Not entirely like a cat, Anthony. I don’t pick you up by your neck, I simply scoop you into–”
“Stuff it!” Tony yelled. “Now I don’t know why you guys are making life difficult for me, but it stops NOW.”
“Tony.” Steve coughed. “We aren’t trying to make things difficult for you, we just want–”
“Um, we are trying to make it seem like—” Bucky hesitated. “I mean, we are only trying to–”
“You need us.” Thor said simply. “And if you need us, then the transition into a romantic relationship will be much easier on us all.”
Tony stared at him for a full minute, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he ground his teeth. “My brain just broke.” He said finally. “It’s broken. I can’t process this right now. You are telling me, that you three giant dummies have been messing with me for weeks because you want to… you want to…. I can’t even say it. I literally can’t say it. My brain is broken. I’m going to go get a drink. You three stay away from me.” He turned and stomped away.
is probably soooo typical.. But can I request a BuckyxReader where they end up
having to share a bed (mission with limited sleeping space?) And she gets her
hair tangled in the joints of his mechanical arm? *has long hair and wonders
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Explicit Language, and you may die laughing.
Word Count: 1,488
A/N: Just, promise me you guys will tell me how hard you laughed. Because my stomach hurts. Enjoy! - x.T
You, Bucky, and Steve had
all been shipped out to a seaside town in Greece. You were supposed to take
down a leader of a large terrorist group that happened to be in the area. Well,
you usually arrived the day before at the destination, before receiving the
full set of orders the next night.
The three of you guys had been squished into a small two
bedroom house, which was fit specifically for missions. You don’t know how HQ
managed to get all the tech in the house so early, but you didn’t want to know.
After a long day of scouting stealth routes to the
target, you were ready to shower and go to bed. It was hot in Greece, and being
in the sun all day left you sweaty and baking in your uniform. The two soldiers
came into the house smelling heavily of body sweat and something else that
wasn’t very appealing to a woman’s nose.
Steve unclipped his shield and sighed, “I’m going to
shower.” He then disappeared down the hall, carrying his shield with him.
You muttered, “Good,
you smell like ass.” Bucky was downing a glass of water and managed to hear
you, he choked on the water, and slammed the glass down. The water sputtered
out of his mouth and into the sink, and he began coughing and laughing.
“You okay there, Barnes?” You asked, trying not to smile
as you raised your brows at him. He was leaning against the granite counter and
recovering from the coughing fit he had. Bucky wiped his mouth and nodded, his
eyes closed, and a huge grin on his face.
Bucky’s voice shook, “Y-Yeah, I’m good, Y/N.” He sat up and
set the glass in the sink, not trusting himself with drinking water at the
“Alright, I’m going to go change,” You pointed to the
hallway, “Promise you won’t choke on water out here by yourself?”
“Yeah, Y/N. You can go.” He rolled his eyes, and you
shook your head as you made your way down the hall. At the end of the hall,
there was only three doors, and one door was for the bathroom.
You groaned, “I don’t want to share a room…” You opened
the door nearest and saw that Bucky had already put his stuff on the bed, and
you guessed Steve would’ve put his stuff in the other room. The real decision
was who you would rather spoon. You bit your lip and decided on Bucky, because
knowing Steve, he would be suffocating you against him.
“You left your stuff on the couch.” Bucky came walking
down the hall behind you with your duffel bag for the mission slung over his
shoulder. He brushed past you into the room he claimed, and set the bag next to
his. Bucky turned towards you, “We are sharing a room, right?”
You nodded slowly and moved over to the bag, getting your
mind off the fact that you will be sleeping next to the amazing specimen beside
you, by hoping Steve saved some warm water for you. You unzipped the bag and
finally replied, “Yeah, just promise me you don’t sleep naked.” You would
actually really enjoy it if he was naked, but you had to keep up your façade.
“I promise, I don’t sleep naked.” He chuckled, before he
shot you a wink, “Sometimes.” You
gaped at him, before lightly punching his metal arm. Bucky had a shit-eating
grin on his face as he bent down and kicked his boots off, he picked them up
and set them next to the nightstand. He then began unstrapping his vest and you
quickly grabbed your clothes, knowing damn well that Bucky would have no shame,
and get changed in front of you.
You ducked out of the room and saw Steve’s bedroom door
was closed, so you were glad he was finished in the bathroom. Locking the
bathroom door, you sighed, and kicked your shoes off. You were going to enjoy
this shower, before you head off to bed.
By the time Bucky slid under the covers next to you, you
were already passed out cold. He watched your peaceful form, a tender smile
garnishing his features, as he took the moment to really admire you. You were
vulnerable and Bucky enjoyed seeing you like this; your features slackened,
your hair sprawled over the pillow, and soft snores escaping your mouth.
Bucky leaned over to kiss your temple, before he
whispered, “Goodnight, darling.” He then flipped over and let out a deep
breath, allowing himself to relax, and yet hoping he would wake up with you in
Your eyes fluttered open and you shifted, before you
froze. You and Bucky had gravitated towards each other during the night, and
you were tucked against his body, with his metal arm draped loosely around you.
Bucky was nuzzled into your hair, his warm breath fanning over your neck, and
your legs were tangled with his.
You went to lift your head and your hair was yanked
roughly, you yelped, and collapsed against Bucky. He jolted beneath you and he
moved his face out of your hair. Bucky shifted his metal arm and you whimpered,
“Bucky! Don’t move!” He froze and looked down at you, his face awfully close to
Bucky furrowed his brow and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
“My hair is stuck in your arm…” You sighed resting your
head against his bare chest. He bit his lip, trying not to laugh, but his
stomach kept convulsing. You knew he was struggling to stop himself from
laughing at you. You groaned, “Go ahead, laugh your ass off..”
Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, I can’t. I’m
sorry, but how did this happen?”
“I don’t know?” You shrugged, “I guess we sleep cuddled.”
“You sure about that, darling?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow,
and you glared up at him. He then looked at his left arm, seeing your hair
knotted within the metal divots, and he visibly winced. “Let’s try and get you
Bucky clutched you to his chest, with his arm wrapped
around your back, trying to help you get your hair out of the divots in his
metal arm. He kept chuckling every time you made a painful yelp, when he
accidentally tugged your hair too hard, and you finally slumped against his
chest. The body heat between the both of you made it hot, and Bucky’s skin was
“Buck, we might have to get Steve..” You whined, your
forehead was pressed against his bare shoulder. He smiled and rested his cheek
against your hair.
Bucky chuckled, “He’s not going to let me live this
down, darling.” He rubbed your back, keeping his metal arm as still as possible
for you. The metal was locked up tightly and he hadn’t been able to relax the
“Who cares at this point?” You huffed, “I already
ripped half my hair out with it stuck in your damn arm.” Bucky
rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
He then shouted, “STEVE!”
It was quiet for a few moments.
The soldier blasted through the door, shirtless, and pant-less
with his shield in hand. He looked around the room frantically for any signs of
danger, before his gaze fixed onto you and Bucky clinging to each other in the
bed. Steve furrowed his brow and asked, “Why did you yell for me?”
You turned your head, wincing when your hair was being
tugged, and said, “Because my hair got stuck in his metal arm and we can’t get
Steve set his shield against the wall before a huge grin
spread over his face. “Your hair. Got stuck. In his arm.” He then doubled over
in laughter, and Bucky snorted.
You glared at Steve, and snapped, “Can you just help?”
“Yeah—Yeah, just…I’ll be right back.” He chuckled, before
stumbling out of the room. You sighed and relaxed against Bucky, knowing things
will be a bit different now that you had been sidled up to each other for
thirty minutes straight. Possibly, all night.
Bucky asked, “Now that we’ve been like this for a while,
can I say something?”
“Go for it, Barnes.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t felt my boner yet.”
“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” You screamed, and scrambled away
from him. He threw his head back and began laughing so hard, that he didn’t
even realize your hair was freed. You forgot all about what he said, and leaped
off the bed, raising your arms in victory. “I’m free!”
Steve came walking back in with a pair of scissors in his
hand and stopped when he saw you standing in the middle of the room, and Bucky
about pissing himself in laughter on the bed.
You pointed at the scissors in his grasp and asked, “You
were literally going to cut my hair?”