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I smoked lavender in a shed with my friend today. Now I'm tired as hell, and they're gonna eat the uhhhhhhh, weed water shit. 👍

[biqueen2]

A Bucky x reader oneshot

So I usually write on Wattpad, I've never used Tumblr, so the way I use (h/c) (hair color) (h/l) (hair length) might be weird, but idk if it is, so I just figured I'd say that before hand.

Plot: Being bored is no fun. But Doing Bucky's hair is.

Warning(s): none

"No (y/n), you can't. It's just not possible." Tony shakes his head as I follow him towards his lab.

"Your telling me it's not possible to make a avian human hybrid that has functional wings, hollow bones, and is unusually strong?" I question, glaring at him.

"That is exactly what I'm saying, (n/n). Although I'm sure Hydra will find a way to make it happen. Now leave. God knows what your going to break in here." He closes the lab door behind him before I can protest, and I fake a pout.

I walk into the training room, hoping to find Nat. She's right where I thought she'd be at this time of day.

"Nat, I'm bored." I say as I step next to her, watching her beat the crap out of a punching bag.

"Go bug someone else. I'm training."

"Your literally the best assassin in the world. You don't need to train." I smirk.

"Hydra is constantly making new and improved assassin's. I need to stay sharp. Go bug Loki. He always entertains you." She looks at me for a moment, before going back to murdering the punching bag.

I sigh and walk down to the library two floors bellow us. I go find Loki, knowing exactly where he is. He basically lives here. When he's not being confined to his room, that is.

"Lokiiiiii." I drawl out, being as annoying as possible.

"Yes?" He questions, not looking up from his book.

"I'm bored." I sit next to him on the love seat and pout.

"Is there something you want from me?" He raises an eyebrow, side glancing at me.

"Entertain me?" I ask.

"Unfortunately I cannot. I am only a few chapters away from finishing this book, and then my time outside of my room is up."

I groan loudly and stand.

I begin to count out who's in the tower on my fingers as I walk up the stairs.

"Thor's on a mission with Steve, Bruce is out of town touring some nerdy science museum, Wanda is currently training with Vision, Pietro is... Pietro, so he's out. That leaves.... Sam, Clint, Rhodes and Bucky. Let's go see Clint first. Rhodie doesn't particularly like me. He doesn't dislike me, he just doesn't like me."

"Who are you talking to, printsessa?" Pietro suddenly appeared infront of me, and I gasp.

"Myself. What are you doing on the stairs?" I ask.

"Got bored. What about you? You should take the elevator, yes?"

"I'm claustrophobic." I shrug. "The idea of a moving box that gets stuck all the time is just, horrible."

He hums.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" He smirks.

"Only about a thousand times." I roll my eyes. His flirting used to make me blush, but I've grown uses to it.

"Well, I'm shooting for a million." He winks before zipping off somewhere.

I continue looking for something to do, Clint being of no help, Sam being as equally annoying as me, and Rhodie mostly ignoring me until I left.

"Bucky?" I call, knocking on his door.

He opens it, looking down at me.

"Yes?" He asks.

"I'm bored." I say.

He opens the door wider, moving to the side.

Me and Bucky have been friends for about a year. We talked to each other about practically everything. Unfortunately, I had been developing a crush on him.

I flop down on his bed before suddenly shooting up, a large grin on my face.

"You have any idea what you wanna do?" He asks, crossing his arms.

I nod.

"Well?"

"Can I do your hair?" I ask.

"No." He sternly tells me.

"Whyyyyyy? You have such nice hair! I want to make it pretty."

"Because no one touches my hair."

"Except for me, right now." I smile, getting up and grabbing a brush, some hair bands and bobby pins from his bathroom.

"(y/n), no."

"(y/n), yes." I smile.

He protests before finally giving in.

"You better not ruin it, doll." He glares before sitting cross cross infront of his bed.

"Wouldn't dream of it, soldier." I place my legs over his shoulders, being too short to reach him if he sat on the bed with me.

I comb through his hair, then part it, tie off the top, and then braid the bottom so it will stay out of the way.

I French braid the top and then place it into a messy bun. I unbraid the rest of his loose hair and run my fingers through it, making sure there's no tangles.

"All done!" I smile.

He tilts his head back into my lap, looking up at me, making my breathe hitch.

"Your thighs are like heaters." He smirks.

"Thanks?" I smile, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

"Your blushing." He smirks.

"Well, a very, uh, attractive man is resting his head in my lap, so, it's hard not to..." I trail off, unsure of what to do with my hands.

He hums before he gets up, going to the mirror in the bathroom.

As soon as he is out of sight, I let out a breathe I hadn't relized I had been holding in.

"Not bad sweetheart. You didn't ruin my hair either." He says, walking out.

"well duh. I'm not terrible at everything." I smirk.

"Nah, just most things." He smiles back sitting next to me.

"Hey! That's mean!" I say, shoving his shoulder.

He laughs before he looks back at me.

"Uh, Buck your kinda staring." I say.

He doesn't respond. Instead he moves forwards, pushing me into the head board.

"Bucky?" I breathe out a small whisper.

"Yes?" He asks, looking at me, one of his hands going to my cheek while the other supports him.

"W-What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Something I've been meaning to for a long time." He mumbles before gently placing his lips on mine.

My eyes were at there widest. I probably looked the equivalent to a deer stuck in headlights. I was too shocked to kiss back, though I desperately wanted to. He pulls away before I get the chance to.

He smirks, before it falters looking at my dumbfounded face.

"Doll?"

I don't move. I just blink slowly, trying to understand the fact that the man I had been crushing on for nearly 2 months just kissed me.

"I'm sorry. I don't-" before he can finish the sentence, I regain my composure and pounce, reaching my hand to the back of his neck and sitting on his lap, my other hand on his chest. I pull him down and kiss him.

He kissed back, and now that I understood what was happening, I took notice of his suprisingly soft lips, the small scar that was ever so slightly above his upper lip, and the fact that he tasted like...

"Is that my hot coco drink?" I ask as I pulled away, looking up at him.

"Yes...?" He said, a sheepish grin playing on his lips.

"Bucky! That hot coco mix is, sorry, was limited edition! That was my last one!" I pout.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. Forgive me?" He asks, kissing my forehead. It takes every inch of my willpower not to immediately forgive him.

"I will if you take me out to dinner." I smirk.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Somewhere fancy. I wanna be spoiled." I say, kissing his jaw.

"Consider it done." He mumbles, before kissing me again.