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My Fake boyfriend Part 7

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2273


A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by winterwldow

Bucky gets off of the bench, offering you his hand. You accept gladly smiling at him, but his mind can’t focus on anything now. Would you let him kiss you? Would you be mad at him for asking? Maybe you would just politely decline; he wouldn’t blame you for not being attracted to him.

In the dinner room everybody is already sitting waiting for the two of you, including an old couple that he assumes to be Lucas’ parents and the way they are looking at you leaves him no doubts.

He sits by your side on the table watching as you smile at him and he kisses your hand. It is a small gesture, sure real couples do this all the time but it was also a way for him to say that things were alright between you two.

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I Just Wanna Love You


Bucky x Reader, mention of other Avengers

Warnings: drinking, unprotected sex (use a condom!)

WC 1191

AN: The other day I heard Jay-Z’s “I Just Wanna Love U (Give it to Me)” and I got the idea for this. It’s really my first attempt at smut and… truth is, I’m not sure how it is. Your feedback is appreciated!

I’ve tagged the usual people but if you’re not comfortable reading smut, I won’t be offended in the least.

It was a well deserved night off and you found yourself at a club - of all places! - with the team. Nat and Wanda had coerced you into going and surprisingly, you were actually enjoying yourself.

You were reluctant to dance choosing rather to lounge in the VIP room that came along with having Tony Stark as a friend. Every so often, Nat or Wanda would come and try to drag you out to the dance floor but you were stubborn, insisting that you were waiting for the right song to come on.

Suddenly, you jumped up and made your way to the dance floor. You really liked this song! Wanda and Nat shrieked their hellos (everyone had been drinking) and you started to lose yourself in the song.

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7 minutes in heaven

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The party people wants you and Pietro together because everyone but you two knew each other’s feelings. 

Warnings: Heated kissing? 

A/N: Feedback is love.

Originally posted by loud-and-messy

Alcohol and food always meant trouble at the Stark Tower, especially on Fridays when everyone had had enough of an extenuating week of researching and short missions. The team wanted to have a party; one like the old times. One in which someone ended up naked or going at it with another team member.

Tony and Natasha had it all set up; they had prepared everything from Monday that week until they realized what was missing. They weren’t the kind of people who put much thought into their feelings, and they didn’t like when others pondered too long about the dos and don’ts regarding other people. (Y/N) was one of those.

In endless conversations, she had spoken to both of them about what she felt for the speedster, Pietro Maximoff and how confused she was because she wasn’t sure if his behavior towards her was a sign of what he felt.

And Pietro was another boring conversation they hated to have, although it wasn’t very often that the Sokovian decided to open up his heart with other person than his sister, who was troubled enough to feel something for a “man” who was not really aware of what feelings were, but she went along with it, unlike her brother.

Night time had arrived, and the Avengers had a few drinks on them; they were all relaxed thanks to the countless beers and shots available. Natasha broke the laughter with a few simple words.

“Shall we play a game?” The redhead smiled wickedly. The team cheered up, but little did they know what her idea was. “I was thinking that maybe we could play 7 minutes in heaven?”

“How old are you, Romanoff?” Clint teased. She glared at him.

“I say we could use the fun.” Tony backed Nat. “Besides, everyone loves a hook up.”

The discussion didn’t last long, and while Natasha and Tony went to set up the papers, Wanda came closer to both of them. She helped them quietly until she saw what they were up to. There were lots of papers with Pietro’s and (Y/N)’s name and it didn’t take long for her to realize their true intentions.

“You know;” she said as she folded the papers; “if you want to set my brother and (Y/N) up, you could’ve asked instead of killing so many trees.” Her voice was calmed, but it still had a taint of a silly giggle in it. She smiled at them as her eyes turned red and the threads of energy moved the papers to the hats.

“So them being together doesn’t bother you?” Natasha asked, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. “I mean, your face isn’t very cheerful when they’re together. No offense, but it looks like you truly hate them.”

“Not taken,” the brunette woman giggled, “but it’s the problem with my face, Pietro says the same thing. Anyway—“she shook her head—“do you want the help or not?” The older avengers nodded, and now the three were onto something.

The first ones to go were Steve and Natasha, and by the flush on her cheeks, she surely received something good. Steve licked his lips lusciously and sat as if nothing ever happened. Then, it was Pietro’s turn to draw a paper. Wanda tricked the hat and when Pietro unfolded the cutout, it was (Y/N)’s name on it. Tony, Natasha and the witch shared a meaningful look and tried not to laugh at the terrible coincidence.

(Y/N) took Pietro’s hand and seductively looked at him; he bit his bottom lip and followed her to the closet. She turned on the lights inside it and sat on the ottoman that Tony kept. They stayed in silence, stealing looks from one another and turning their heads away when their eyes met. (Y/N) groaned and threw her head back onto the wall.

“Do we use this time to make out or we’re gonna keep quiet?” Pietro teased from the other side of the closet.

“I don’t know,” (Y/N) shrugged, “but now that you mention it… can we have a little talk?” He nodded a silent reply. “Do you like me? I mean, are you trying to flirt with me because you like me or because you wanna fuck me?”

“Both.” He snickered. “Haven’t I been explicit?”

“Not really.” (Y/N) shook her head. “And it’s been awfully confusing, Piet.” She sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna be another one of your hook ups, I believe I deserve more than that.”

Pietro whooshed to (Y/N)’s position and placed his hands on both sides of her body. She tensed immediately when the speedster’s lips were too close to hers. Inside her chest, her heart beat like crazy and she couldn’t stop looking up to those bright blue eyes that were almost intimidating. His hot breath brushed her face and in a split second, his mouth molded with hers in a perfect kiss.

(Y/N) cupped his face in her hands and Pietro quickly, and effortlessly, picked her up and he sat on the ottoman instead. She straddled his lap and gently rocked her hips to get more friction. Pietro’s lips parted from (Y/N)’s and he kissed down her jawline and stopped on her pulse point to suck a bruise.

Her heart was beating so fast that Pietro could feel its rhythm under his lips. She moaned softly when his teeth sunk on her skin and his strong hands played with the hem of her top, but before they could get any more excited, the doors were flew open with several heads peering inside. The two were cut off by a group of nosy avengers, whose faces showed how happy they were.

“Those weren’t 7 minutes.” (Y/N) shook her head in annoyance.

“Printsessa,” Pietro whispered to her hear softly, “I believe we spent two or threw just looking at each other and talking.” Then, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek and helped her up again.

They left the closet holding hands while the most eager ones, Natasha, Tony and Wanda, cheered up on them and their new accomplishment.

do you ever realize how crazy it is that tony and loki haven’t interacted since 2012 and there are still tons of people who ship it

Originally posted by allnightlongbabyy

Originally posted by thoranda

“What the fuck is that?!” Chris was shocked when he drank the liquid in one shot. You were laughing like a devil and the rest of the people were afraid to try it. “Woah, that is so strong! Fucking hell! What’s that?!” he took a glass of juice and drank half of it.

“(Name of the alcohol). Look at you - your face so red and funny,” you continued with the laugh and took a shot glass between the fingers. “Cheers!” When you didn’t drink anything else after it, they were impressed. “Oh come on,” you poured another one. “Try it. You are going to love it.” 

“You are crazy,” Sebastian whispered and licked his lips. 

And they did even when it was hard for them at the beginning and even harder at the end of the night. Most of them were hugging the toilet like it was their best friends. 


Avengers Drinking Game:

Play at your own risk.

(Randomly) Assign each member of your party a role. The character card is that person’s cue to drink. The Avengers card provides cues for everyone to drink.

Might want to consider making drinking when someone says ‘Tesseract’ optional. It is said 31 times in the film. Unless getting black-out drunk is your intention.

Obligatory safety message: Please drink responsibly.

All characters are property of Marvel.

Flirting (Part 1 of the Relationship Mini-Series)

Summary: You and Bucky have been staring at each other all night - but do either of you have the guts to flirt up close?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~1700

Warnings: Language, hotness, probably crappy writing/pick up lines. 


A/N: Here’s a shot at a one shot. I guess let me know if someone wants a second part?? Maybe?? I dunno, I wanted to post SOMETHING for you all since I’m currently stuck on my new series. Hope this helps the wait.

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @xenaathena @andhiseyesweregreen @lilasiannerd @pandarosita @heismyhunter @ailynalonso15 @caplanbuckybarnes 

Originally posted by shades-of-universe


          It was a Friday night, and you were in the Avengers compound drinking and enjoying the company of everyone, especially that of one of your best friend, Natasha Romanoff. You two had become close friends after she had saved your life when you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were just an average, non-super person, but for some reason, you were currently in a room full of them, as well as some guests more like you. Stark was hosting some party (as usual), and so it was just an excuse for Nat to invite you to the compound for the first time to meet her coworkers. Her super coworkers.

         “Come on, you have to talk to them sometime,” she told you, taking a sip of her drink.

         You shrugged, following her lead. “I have, Nat. I talked to Wanda and Clint.”

        “You already know Clint, idiot. And Wanda is sweet to most everyone I introduce her to. They don’t count. I’m talking about one of them,” she said, spinning your body around to face the group of guys standing across the room. Of course, you recognized them all – Sam Wilson, Thor, Captain America himself…

        And the guy who kept looking at you at least every five minutes.

        You recognized him, too, of course – Bucky Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier and Steve’s best friend. He was standing in between Thor and Steve, drink in his hand, his hair pulled back in a loose bun. He was wearing dark jeans and a dark blue button down, and of course the sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms. His very nice forearms.

        As if he knew you were looking, his gaze turned to you again. When you made eye contact, he smirked softly at you, and you had to look away to hide your blush.

        “Exactly my point. Why don’t you go talk to one of them? Or, specifically, the one who’s been staring at you all night,” Nat suggested. You rolled your eyes.

        “Don’t be ridiculous, Nat,” you told her. “He’s probably staring at you, anyway. You look amazing.”

        That wouldn’t be a ridiculous idea – your friend, as always, looked incredibly hot, wearing a tight red dress that hugged every beautiful curve on her body. You had lost count at how many guys had looked at her since this party started.

         It was her turn to roll her eyes, and pointed down to your outfit. “And you don’t? Y/N, your boobs look fucking fantastic in that dress. As does your everything. I guarantee you, if you were to go over there and flirt a little, a certain super soldier with a metal arm wouldn’t know what to do with himself.”

         You tossed another glance to Bucky, and weighed your options here – you had never met him before, so you technically had nothing to lose, but at the same time this would be his first impression of you. Did you want to screw that up by failing at flirting with him?

         “All right, since you’re being difficult,” Nat sighed, setting her drink down, and stepping in front of you, blocking Bucky’s view of you. She moved your hair to one side, and proceeded to adjust the top of your dress to show off your boobs a bit more. You weren’t shocked or annoyed at her doing that – it was just her helping you out. “We’re doing a compromise. You’ll sit here, looking all hot, and I’ll get Bucky to come over here. Sound good?”

         “I think I’m going to vomit,” you muttered as she finished making you look perfect.

         “That’s just all your brilliant pick-up lines waiting to come out,” she said, and started heading over to the guys. “Good luck, hot stuff.”

         You took in a deep breath, and sat down at the bar, waiting.

Bucky’s POV

         Bucky knew almost immediately what Nat’s intentions were when she walked up to him.

         “Hey, boys,” she greeted warmly, easily gliding into their conversation.

         “Nat,” Bucky greeted, and once again turned his gaze to you. The idea of talking to you seemed even better, he had to admit, as you were now seated alone at the bar, still looking incredibly beautiful.

         “Sam, I thought I saw that cute girl from S.H.I.E.L.D. earlier – Becca?” Nat brought up. “I think she was talking to Rhodey.”

         He perked up at the thought of talking to Becca – he’d had his eyes set on her for a while. “Well, I’d stay and chat, but… I’d rather talk to a beautiful woman than you old farts.”

         Steve laughed as Sam practically jogged away.

         Nat began making small talk with Steve and Thor, and before Bucky realized it, Steve and Thor were off in search of the Asgardian mead stored in the compound. That left just him and Nat.

         “I already know what you’re going to say, Nat,” Bucky sighed as he downed the rest of his drink, pouring himself another.

         Nat smiled at him. “Then why are you still here? Hop to it, Buckaroo.”

         He turned to look at her, letting out a sigh. “She’s… she’s probably not interested in someone like me.”

         Nat shook her head. “Oh, definitely not. She’s just been staring at you back the whole night, and definitely isn’t waiting at the bar specifically for your dumb ass to go and talk to her.”

         Bucky rolled his eyes. Sure, he thought you were beautiful, and he loved the way your smile practically lit up the room, how you crinkled your nose a bit when you laughed. And he didn’t even know you – how could he like you that much already?

         “Well, she’s out of luck. I don’t see why you’d think I’d like to talk to her,” Bucky replied smoothly.

         Nat put her hands on her hips, her smile turning somehow even more devious.

         “Really? Then if you don’t feel anything, just go flirt with her. I mean, it’s just flirting, right? Anyone can do that,” Nat challenged, knowing she’d caught Bucky in his own stupidity.

         Bucky planned on just ignoring Nat, but he’d never hear the end of it, so he downed the rest of his drink, rolled his shoulders, and headed over to the bar.

         You can do this, he thought to himself. I mean, it’s only been about 70 years since you last flirted, but… it can’t be that hard, right?

         He stepped up to the bar beside you, leaning casually against it on his left arm, looking to the bartender. “Two whiskeys, please.” He turned to smile at you. “Figured a girl like you would have a bunch of guys buying her drinks – surprised I’m the only one here now.”

         Not the worst line you could have said, Buck. Keep it up.

         You turned to smile coyly at him, and holy shit, had he not been leaning against the bar his knees would have buckled from seeing your beautiful smile up close. “Well, maybe, but I only let attractive guys buy me drinks.”

         Bucky opened his mouth to respond with a flirtatious comment of his own, but stopped in his tracks when what you said finally hit him – were you flirting back? It took him a moment for his brain to restart so he could put a sentence together.

          “Well, then, I’m flattered, doll,” he said as the bartender handed him the drinks. You took the drink from him, letting your hand brush just slightly against Bucky’s as you did so, and took a drink.

         “Then my plan is working well,” you said, looking him over briefly, making sure he saw you paying attention to his left arm.

         Bucky nearly choked on his drink. He had stupidly thought that flirting with you might be easy, as he was banking on his previous days as a ladies’ man to come back to help him, and the fact that this was only the first time meeting you, but that all went south the moment you opened your gorgeous mouth and flirted back. As he set his drink down, he noticed he had to keep a tighter grip on it to keep it from falling.

         Oh my God, my hand is sweating. I’m actually sweating. What the actual hell is wrong with you? You can risk your life every day and get shot at but you can’t talk to a girl without sweating? Get it together, Bucky! Bucky knew he had to respond to you, but he didn’t exactly know how – you had, once again, caused his brain to shut down for a bit. Fuck, what do I do? I’m freaking out she’s going to think I’m weird oh God she’s going to laugh in my face I’m screwed –

         “Hey,” your voice broke Bucky out of his train of thought. He turned nervously to look at you, and you were smiling softly up at him. It took him a while to notice that your hand was rested on his metal arm – and he loved it. “You okay?”

         At first, Bucky planned on just playing off his freak out, but with the sweet, concerned way you were looking up at him practically melted him and he sighed, hitting his forehead on his arm a few times before looking up at you.

         “Yeah. Sorry. I just… I’m not used to this anymore. And you’re just so gorgeous, and you seem so nice, and I thought I could pull off flirting with you,” he admitted. For a moment, you were silent, and Bucky was about to give up when you giggled slightly, turning his attention back to you.

         “Oh, thank God,” you sighed in relief. “I feel the same way. I suck at flirting – only reason I did was because I wanted to impress you, although that never works for me.”

         Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, doll.”

         He saw you repressing your smile at that one, and you reached over, punching his arm lightly. “Hey. I thought you said you sucked at flirting. That said otherwise.”

         “And you said you wanted to impress me,” Bucky said, smirking. “Do you think you’ve done that, yet?”

         You smiled, taking another sip of your drink. “Well, the night’s not over, you know.”

         I’m doomed, Bucky thought.

You were lying on the couch, hugging a soft pillow when Tony poured you another glass of whiskey. Only the two of you remained in the living room and the rest of the Avengers were already sleeping in their rooms. You looked at the billionaire, smiling and reaching for the glass. 

“How about we play a game?” Tony suggested, looking into your eyes and smirking. He handed you the glass and leaned against the backrest. “Don’t worry. It won’t be spin the bottle." 

"So what do you suggest?” you asked, lifting your eyebrows and taking a sip of the alcohol. You made yourself more comfortable on the sofa. You were half sitting, still hugging the pillow and holding the glass. “But I must warn you,” your index finger was up in the air, threatening him, “at this state I’m in, you’ll be able to know a lot of my dirty secrets,” and then you laughed. 

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