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Crowd Pleaser (Bucky Barnes x Reader) P❤

Crowd Pleaser: At one of Tony’s fabulous parties, you get drunk as a skunk and decide to have some fun with Bucky Barnes after being persuaded by the team. A/N: I was DYING while writing this! 😭I’ve always wondered how Bucky would react in this scenario! I hope y'all are ready! (Pls excuse any misspellings I get too excited when writing!) If you’re not familiar with the song, the link is here: -Delilah ❤❤ Warnings: Swearing. Alcohol. Dirty dancing. Tony’s parties were always not your forte. You preferred getting drunk with Wanda and Nat in the safety of the common room, far away from any of the super uppity rich people Tony Stark invited. Most of the men spent their time ogling at Natasha, often causing the woman to resort to giving death threats. Even Wanda had her fair share of entitled perverts stalking her every now and then. You, however, rarely got hit on when it came down to it. There are a couple men here and there, but none ever tried anything drastic. You figured it was because you weren’t as attractive as the other two women. We’re you too tall? Were you too shy? You had no idea. Maybe it was because during every party, you tended to stick with the guys. You were always with either Sam or Clint. The two always made your night better with their humor. There was never a dull moment with those those guys. Sometimes, you’d find yourself with Steve and Bucky. That was, until they became bombarded with women. The last time it happened, you had to practically drag the two away from the swarm of lusting women. What was it about those damn super soldiers? The chicks went practically crazy over them. Nevertheless, you were going to at least try and have a good time tonight. Sam had given you shot after shot of all types of alcohol, which had no effect on you because of your healing powers. But when Thor arrived at the party with his mischievous brother, Loki, you knew something was bound to happen. You’ve only met the guy once and that was in 2012, when he nearly killed all of New York. So of course, you and everyone else was going to be a bit wary of the man. Thor was dressed in usual Asgardian attire, whereas Loki was in a simple sleek black suit. At least one of them had taste. After making their way through the guests, introducing themselves, they made their way to the three of you. “Ah, lady Y/N!” Thor exclaimed, nodding at the shot glass in your hand. “I see you have finally decided to join the wonders of midgardian mead!” “Actually,” Sam interrupted. “Y/N here can’t get drunk off of this stuff. Her liver heals too fast.” You scoff and elbow him in the ribs. “If I may,” Loki says, his dark eyes burning into yours as he smoothly reached into his suit pocket. “I believe this should suffice your needs, Lady Y/N.” The flask in his hand is barely the size of a coin purse, but you already knew what it was. You narrowed your eyes at the man suspiciously. You didn’t trust him at all. What if it was poison? There’s no telling what this guy was capable of. After all, he tried to kill you once before, why wouldn’t he finish the job, right? Peering between the brothers, you heard Thor clear his throat awkwardly and snatch the flask. “Forgive my brother,” he says, pouring some of the liquid into his own drink. “He can be a bit…intimidating.” “Intimidating?” You scoff, glancing between the two men. The last thing you were was intimidated by Loki and you intended to show him that. A look of horror spread onto both the God’s faces as you snatched the flask from Thor’s hand and downed the entire flask in a long gulp. You were positive this wasn’t going to do anything to you. You’ve consumed bottles and bottles of alcohol before and not once did you even get a slight buzz. This wasn’t going to scare you. This was a piece of cake. xxxxxxxxxxxx You were drunk as hell. Everyone who came near you instantly knew it, too. Vision sensed your slowed heartbeat and (not understanding what being intoxicated was) immediately called Bruce for help. He was convinced you were dying, to which Bruce calmly explained what the effects of alcohol were. Natasha was currently preoccupied by fending off the perverted men from Wanda, having no clue what was going to happen in a few minutes. Had she have been there, you were a hundred percent positive that things would not have turned out the way they did. You were in the corner of the party with the four men. The small stool you were seated in made small squeaks as you rapidly spun in circles, belting out the lyrics to the Beyoncé song playing. “How in the seven kingdoms is she still alive?” Loki questioned, staring at you with wide eyes as you spun faster. “Man, I don’t even know. But it’s funny as hell!” Sam cackled, giving Clint a high five. They finally accomplished their mission, to get you completely shitfaced. And they would never let you live this down. “Relax, your highness,” Clint chimed in, taking a swig of his own beer. “She needs to let loose every once in awhile anyways.” “WE WOKE UP IN THE KITCHEN SAYIN’ HOW THE HELL DID THIS SHIT HAPPEN, BABY!” You belted out lyric after lyric. A few people turned around and stared at you. Some even sang along with you, which made all three of the men erupt in laughter. “I wanna dance!” You slurred, reaching out and grabbing ahold of Clint’s arm. “Sorry, hun, but I don’t dance.” He replied, patting your head gently. You frowned and turned to Sam, who gave you a similar speech. “Perhaps the Captain would favor a dance?” Thor asked, smiling encouragingly. Your eyes found themselves on Steve and Bucky across the room. They were both laughing, completely lost in their own world. “You know what,” Sam chimed in, placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes were set afar, his mouth in a mischievous smile. “I bet Bucky would really like to dance. Steve said he used to love it back in the day!” “Yeah, Y/N!” Tony wraps a hand around your shoulder, a devilish smirk on his lips. When the hell did he even get there? “I think you should show Barnes the modern version of dancing. What do ya say, kiddo?” “Modern version?” You giggle. “Like what? Salsa?” This earns a couple of giggles from the other two men. It even managed to get a laugh from Thor. “Nah, something along the lines of…I don’t know…krumping?” You grimace. There’s no way in hell you were doing that in front of everyone. You didn’t want to die of humiliation. “You know,” Clint chimes in. “I heard Barnes was an ass man.” You can’t fight the drunken snicker that comes from you. You knew what it mean of course, but the image of Bucky staring at someone’s butt made the entire thing hilarious to you. “I bet he would absolutely LOVE the art of twerking!” Tony exclaims, helping you off the stool and onto your feet. “You think so?” You ask before letting out a drunken hiccup. The three men nodded their heads furiously, whereas Thor and Loki glanced at the four of you questioningly. “Forgive me,” Loki chimed in, a confused frown on his face. “But what is this so called…twerking?” Thor nodded as well, eager to learn as well. “Y/N is about to give you two a magnificicent demonstration,” Tony called over his shoulder as he lead you towards the two super soldiers. You both walked until you were standing behind Bucky. “Alright,” he whispered into your ear. “Go get em’, tiger!” With that, he patted your head and jogged back to the group of men. Without thinking, you stood beside the two men, smiling innocently. They didn’t notice you at first, but when they did, they both turned to you. “Hey, Y/N,” Steve greeted, flashing you a smile. You gave him a small wave. You didn’t want to speak, he’d instantly know you were drunk if you did. Bucky smiled politely and gave you a small nod. Turning your head, you could see the guys giving you encouraging smiles. This was way harder than you thought it would be. “Bucky, come dance with me?” You ask, sounding surprisingly sober. His eyebrows raised at your question. He hadn’t danced since over seventy years ago. “Uh, I’m not very good, Y/N.” He replied, looking back at the crowd of people dancing. Steve let out a loud snort, one that made the two of you turn to him. “Buck, you were the dancing king back in the day. Get out there and have some fun!” Before the brown haired man could protest, Steve grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him out onto the dance floor. It was all a great idea until you realized that you had absolutely no idea how to slow dance. Wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck, you glanced up at him sheepishly. “I have no idea how to do this,” you admitted, a small hiccup escaped your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised once again. “Well you’re not alone, sweetie,” he chuckles. “I haven’t done this in seventy years. We can just wing it.” The two of you danced in silence, enjoying the music. Looking back at the guys, you spotted them watching you intently. All of them were there, except for Tony. You frowned as you tried to locate him in the crowd of people. Did he abandon you? Suddenly, the music stopped. “Alright party people!” Tony’s voice blared through the speakers. “Let’s kick this party up a notch!” The sound of Ginuwine’s Pony blared through the speakers, causing you to laugh hysterically. Leave it to Tony Stark to pick the raunchiest song. Boy, you were going to regret this in the morning. Without another word, you unwrapped your hands from Bucky’s neck and gave the guys a small thumbs up. You turned around and began bouncing your ass on Bucky’s crotch. You could hear Sam and Clint practically howling from laughter over the music. Steve was still at the bar, his glass of beer had fallen out of his hand and shattered onto the floor. Thor looked like he was generally amused, clapping along to the song with a smile. However, Loki covering his mouth with his hand, stifling his laughter. “Go Y/N! Go Y/N! Go Y/N!” Tony began chanting into the microphone, causing the rest of the party goers to glance at you. They formed a small crowd around the two of you and began chanting along with Tony. You’ve never seen Bucky so shocked. He didn’t know whether to run or stay, leaving him standing there behind you, your ass grinding on his crotch repeatedly. You knew he was secretly enjoying it, despite all the people shouting at him to dance. This was absolutely not what he thought you had in mind when you said you wanted to dance. It did amaze him how good you were at uh…dancing. Bucky felt himself blushing as the people cheered you on. Was this something that happened at parties nowadays? If someone did this in the 40’s, everyone would have heart attacks. He could just imagine his mother’s disappointed face. As much as he didn’t like being the center of attention, he figured he might as well go along with it What did have to lose, right? When he placed his hands on your hips, the crowd began cheering wildly and chanting his name. He grinned as you peered over your shoulder and winked, circling your hips in time with his. Yeah, he could get used to modern dancing. -Fin ❤

anonymous asked:

Imagine all of the Avengers take a "Which Avenger Are You?" quiz and none of them get themselves. They use this as an excuse to switch costumes. Your choice who Steve gets.

Steve wanted to wear comfortable pants and a button-down. Maybe some fake glasses or even a lab coat. 

Steve was instead standing in tight purple booty shorts and nothing else.

Bucky walked in, clad in purple and black with a Nerf crossbow strapped across his back.  “That’s a great color on you.”

“I hate you.”

“Not my fault.  You agreed that we’d go to the Halloween party as whatever result we got.  Not my fault you’re an angerball all of the time.”

Clint swaggered in, brandishing the plastic shield.  “The suit really does something for your posture.” He smiled at Steve.  “Nice shorts.” 

Steve didn’t have time to respond before he was busy wondering where Thor got a catsuit in his size.  

“Friends!  Is this not a most amusing costume?”

Steve was pretty sure the suit would rip if Thor took a deep breath.

“Its…it’s something, alright.”  Natasha’s voice was amused, though she was busy adjusting her wings. “Sam won’t give me his real kit.”

“We’d never get you to come down.” Clint smirked.  

“I want a do-over.”  Tony walked into the room in his Iron Man suit.  “How come Thor gets to be Natasha?  I can be mysterious.  I’m sultry. I look great in a onesie.”

“Thor has better hair.”  Clint didn’t look up from adjusting his utility belt, but still managed to block the pen Tony whipped at his head with his plastic shield.  

Tony’s sigh turned into a wide smile.  He’d finally caught sight of Steve.  “Ok, Daisy Dukes, let’s go get this over with.  The Charity Costume Gala was your idea.”

With a resigned sigh, Steve led the way to the elevators.  With any luck, the ballroom on the thirty-seventh floor would be warmer.  

Steve Rogers adapting to the 21st century would include

Originally posted by casstielnovak

  • steve having a dictionary for every new word he hears
  • him overusing “AF” but not knowing what it stands for
  • “thank you Friday, you’re helpful AF”
  • “Tony, i’m angry AF now!”
  • “Are you sure AF, Buck?”
  • him saying YOLO all the freaking time
  • “Cap, you need to wear a parachute!”
  • “C’mon Nat, YOLO!” *as he’s flying into the air*
  • him almost having a heart stroke when he sees Miley twerking
  • “Steve breath, c’mon, inhale, exhale”
  • “that’s just so …. degrading. Why would someone do this on tv? AND CHILDREN ARE WATCHING THIS???”
  • “why is this phone named after a fruit?”
  • “Tony, you need to take this one back to the shop, it’s used, look, the apple is bitten”
  • “who is this corn-man and why is he on tv so much???”
  • “he’s HYDRA! i know it!”
  • “you should have left me in ice”
  • him calling a 30-year-old his son
  • “what is uhmmm Facehook, Tony?”
  • “ohh interesting, so i can search anyone’s name and then i can contact them?”
  • “Clint, can you help me with this Lookbook thing? i’m searching for one of my friends but i can’t find him”
  • “what’s his name?”
  • “Timothy Dugan, he’s one of the Howling Commandos”
  • “Steve, he’s dead.”
  • “oh! sorry”
  • “Natasha, can you help me with something?”
  • “I need to choose a profile picture for this … uhm … *looking at the writing on his left hand* Facelook account. So which one do i choose: me in a cap suit or in civilian clothes”
  • “Bruce! i got 8 likes on my shield’s photo”
  • him pouting
  • “someone commented saying i’m not the real Captain America”
  • getting angry at the computer
  • “gosh, i’m tired AF i need to sleep ASAP”
  • Nat taking him to movie theater to see “50 shades of grey”
  • him having a seizure in the middle of the movie
  • really getting into selfies
  • taking selfies with Thor during missions, posting them on Instagram and captioning “freedom and justice are what we’re fighting for”
  • taking pics of random stuff that’s red, white or bule
  • “what? it matches my aesthetic”
Watch on

Dancing goals *__*

This man will be the death of me *swoons*

Darcy became Tumblr famous for her never-before-seen pics and videos of the Avengers.  Some of her most popular pics include The Avengers with Flower Crowns (that Thor and Darcy made), Sleepy Steve and Bucky, Bird Bros pics, and her selfies with all the Avengers.

Her vids include Avenger Slap Cam, which ends with Clint running for his life from the Hulk, Old Man Barnes which is a reaction vid of Bucky watching girls twerk, Iron Dork, and Why My Brothers, which is a video of Clint and Sam getting shit on by pigeons in Central Park. 

The Avengers all gave Darcy permission to post these things. 

Captain Morgan and Happy Endings : Steve Rogers/Captain America

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

Author’s Note: I was honestly laughing was too hard when I got this request. I do sincerely apologize to anyone who dances or knows how to do this… I give MAJOR props to you all. 

In my honest opinion, I sort of had a hard time writing this. But in the end I had so much fun writing it, it was such an odd request for me. <3

Word Count: 963


Request: Anon

Reader x Steve reader twerking on Steve and him getting teased.

(I love you, thank you. ~Widow)

Loud music and willing bodies filled the Tower’s living room. Accompanied by wishful glances and sorrow filled drinks, two of the mightiest Avengers sat glumly in their seats.

You watched as your close friends and colleagues mingled about the room. They all seemed to be bursting with positive energy when talking amongst each other. The only friend that seemed to be talking with you was a Captain named Morgan and he sure did love to converse with you.

“Y/N.” You turned to see the striking Natasha Romanoff. She gave you a knowing look which you dismissed with a goofy grin. “How much have you had, L/N?”

Your eyes casted down towards the surprisingly now empty glass. “How many Captains do we have on this team?”

“Only one, Y/N.”

“Times that by four, Romanoff.” You giggled.

Natasha had only shook her head, she knew how much you were going to hate yourself in the morning, so deciding it was for the best, she tried to guide you back to your room.

That was until you heard your favorite song blasting through the speakers. You stopped Natasha with a loud gasp, she of course thinking you were hurt and turned quickly around to see if you were alright. But the bright, drunken stupor on your face told her otherwise.

“Nat! I love this song!” You pulled away from her, your eyes set dead on the one Captain of your heart.

She watched your slightly wobbly body move across the room towards Steve. As much as she wanted to stop you, this doubled as a lesson to not drink so much, and for the two of you to finally show your true feelings.

Confidence. Confidence was all that you were feeling at that moment, along side with about half the bottle of Captain Morgan. Yet, it was mainly the confidence you were feeling when moving towards Steve.

His eyes were always on you from the moment you arrived to the party. But nothing could compare to the gaze he held when you grabbed his hand and pulled him up from his seat. It may have been the alcohol effecting your system, but you swore you saw red flush his face as you dragged him to the dance floor.

You could feel the rest of the Avengers’ eyes on you as your hands made their way up and down Steve’s chest; you circled him as if he was the prey of the night, and you were just looking for something delicious.

The beat coursed through your body as you danced against Steve. Jokes were thrown left and right towards Steve’s flustered self when your lower half began to bounce rhythmically against him. You turned your head slightly to see just how red Steve was. His mouth was agape and his body frozen from the sight of you.

It soon became a blur as your dancing soon stopped, and so did the rest of the night.

Pounding thumps rattled your brain awake, your body soon joining the rest of the awakening. Groaning lowly you made yourself get up from bed. You looked over towards the nightstand to see a glass of water and painkillers.

‘What happened last night?’

Without missing a beat you grabbed the bottle and water then downed what was needed. When you had felt that everything wasn’t spinning as much you trudged forward towards the kitchen.

It was incredibly too loud and bright in the kitchen for your hungover state. Yet as you moved further into the room everyone had started to hush their voices and quiet their movements.

“Did you have fun, Y/N?” You turned to see Clint smiling widely behind his cup of coffee.

Tony had nudged him and continued, “Yea, I saw that you were jamming hard.” The snickers of the two only confused you further into oblivion.

Deciding it was best for you to ignore them you had begun to make your morning coffee. It became increasingly harder when they started to pester Steve with seemingly playful questions.

You were still maintaining your stance in the two’s jokes until Tony had hit the last nerve, “Y/N has a pretty poppin’ butt, huh Steve?”

You slammed your mug down onto the kitchen’s island, your eyes narrowing dangerously towards Stark.

“Alright! What happened last night!” No one had dared open their mouths to answer you, and with each passing second you grew more tired of their shenanigans. Eventually you got tired of waiting and asked the A.I. “What did I do last night that was so bad, F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

Instantly the feminine voice spoke, “You had apparently twerked, as Mr. Stark puts it, on Mr. Rogers.” It was quiet, too quiet for your taste now. “Would you like for me to bring up the footage?”

“No!” You yelled, effectively silencing the A.I. for the moment. It was quiet once again as everyone looked between you and Steve. That was until Steve’s face bloomed with red that everyone began laughing loudly.

This was the embarrassment of all embarrassments, not only did you manage to embarrass Steve, but you were highly sure of damaging any chance of a real relationship between the two of you.

You had looked at Steve, the own heat of shame spreading throughout yourself. “Steve, I - I am so sorry, I had way too many drinks, I didn’t mean to-“ Steve had risen his hand, cutting you off immediately.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” He was still blushing profusely. “I was just hoping we would be in a more private area when you decide to move like that.”

Steve’s bold flirtatious remarks silenced the team quickly.

You smiled widely, “How does this Saturday night sound?”

“Seven o’clock, okay?” He questioned.


I’m laughing at myself tbh 


30 Most Likely Things You'll Hear In Stark Tower When All the Avengers are There
  • 1. "Thor please stop eating the PopTarts"
  • 2. "TONY NO"
  • 3. "PEPPER"
  • 4. "Ow!"
  • 6. "Where the hell is Clint"
  • 8. "Stop fucking dropping from the air vents Clint"
  • 9. "Natasha please let Tony out of that headlock"
  • 10. "It's called twerking Steve"
  • 12. "Don't try and tease the Hulk, Tony"
  • 16. "Where's Tony"
  • 17. "He went for a ........ walk"
  • 19. "It's called a boombox Thor"
  • 21. "Sing along if you want"
  • 23. "Tony!"
  • 24. "PEPPER HELP"
  • 25. "Tony stop teasing Steve"
  • 26. "Tony stop teasing Bruce"
  • 27. "Tony stop teasing Thor"
  • 28. "Tony stop teasing Natasha"
  • 29. "Natasha please put the gun down"