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imerdwarf · 3 years

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Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

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burning-clutch · 4 years

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The Appointment Is At Tooth-Hurty

Read on A03: Here Pairings: None Trigger Warnings: mild blood and cartoon style violence Author: @burning-clutch (Team Ghost) Total words: 1472 Prompt by: Bonuscat AO3 and FFN: Bonuscat

Tucker just had to jinx himself didn't he. Danny is just happy that it wasn't him who ended up with the short end of the stick this time.

“This is awful! The worst I say! The worst!” “Come on Tuck, it’s not that bad…”

“Like you would know Sam! Do you not see it? Or hear it? It’s just all… nyyyeeeaah!” Tucker said as he dragged his hands down his face.

“Really, Sam’s right it’s not-”

“No! It’s not alright! My mouth feels all wrong and "I've bitten myself sev- OW! Eight times already!”

“You can hardly see it if it’s any help…” Danny tries to soothe his friend. “Hardly, Danny? Hardly is not the same as not seeing it at all.” Tucker groaned.

“It really is nothing. Lots of people have braces.” Sam said waving off the other’s concern.

“Yeah! All of ‘em are nerds though! Do you think this is good for my swagger? No, it’s not! And I’ve got a lisp now! This is the worst!” Tucker whined continuing to flail about overdramatically.

“I mean it was your own fault. You should have known better, out of all of us, you’re the least coordinated.” Sam huffed in exasperation.

“Hey! ...well okay valid, but how was I supposed to know that was going to hit my beautiful face?” Tucker complained pouting now.

Danny sighed. Even though he felt this whole thing was technically his fault he was long past feeling sorry for his friend.

The whole thing happened the day before with Danny fighting the box ghost for the God only knows-ith time. The trio had opted to check out the new Dead Teacher movie when his ghost sense had gone off.

With a groan and a long suffering sigh, they ducked into an ally so Danny could transform without being seen. A quick flight later and the trio were phasing into the nearby storage locker place.

“BEWARE! I AM THE BOX GHOST MASTER OF ALL THINGS CARDBOARD AND CUBED!” Came the nasally voice almost instantly.

The trio exchanged glances. “Who’s turn is it?” Sam sighed out. “Danny’s I think?” Tucker responded by pulling out his PDA to double check. “Yep, Least we won’t miss the movie then,” he said simply.

“Fine, fine.” Danny huffed out.

“HOW DARE YOU IGNORE THE BOX GHOST! NOW YOU SHALL FEEL THE WRATH OF MY CARDBOARD FURY!” The blue nuisance spouted, throwing up his arms to do his ‘scary fingers’ before looking around the storage unit and levitating a box to himself. “NOW FEEL THE PAIN OF… FRAGILE!”

The ghost telekinetically threw the box at Danny while the glassware that was in the box shot out after the box sailed right through the halfa’s intangible body. “Right, so, don’t suppose you would mind saving me the trouble and just go back to the zone until tomorrow?” Danny tried hopefully.

“NEVER! YOUR SILVER CYLINDER CAN NEVER KEEP ME AWAY FOR LONG! IT IS INFERIOR TO THE MIGHTY CUBE!” The ghost rebutted in turn.

“Actually, the triangle is the strongest shape, from a building and construction standpoint anyway…”

“Not helping Tucker!” Danny shot back to his friend.

“INSOLENT CHILD! HOW DARE YOU BESMIRCH THE GOOD PERFECTLY GEOMETRIC BEAUTY THAT IS THE CUBE!” The Box Ghost roared in defiance before floating a myriad of boxes swirling around him in a tornado. He keeps up the excerpt of power for a moment before launching them rapid fire towards Tucker with a shout of “TAKE THIS FOUL BOX HATER!”

Tucker yelped and ran towards the back wall of the locker ducking out of the way just in time as a heavy ‘thunk’ hit the wall from the tossed cardboard weapon. “Hey foul! That was a rectangular prism!”

The call only made the box ghost roar in anger once again while Danny sighed, not even caring about the whirlwind of cardboard being empowered by the ghost. With a flat look, he unhooked his thermos and aimed it at the annoying spectre, and fired.

It was super effective! Box ghost was caught.

The form of ghost warped and stretched as he was pulled inside, before only a little bit of bluish smoke was left. Danny quickly capped the device and floated back to the ground with a deep sigh of relief.

“I’m keeping you in there until tomorrow,” Dany grumbled down to the thermos.

Tucker and Sam made their way out from behind the items they had ducked behind to come over to the halfa. “Honestly Tucker, how many times have you triggered him into being more annoying than usual?” Sam growled out kicking the other boy’s shin in an attempt to accentuate her words.

“Oh come on. It was funny, besides it wasn’t like anything too bad happened,” Tucker waved off, hand making a shooing motion in the air.

“Tucker you idiot! You know never to say stuff like that! You’ll kill… and rekill us all!” Danny chastised angrily.

No sooner did the words leave his lips did two things happened...

One; Sam jumped away from Tucker towards Danny clinging to the halfas armed as though Tucker had suddenly been electrified, and Danny was her only life line… And two; the boxes that the Box Ghost had been exerting his power over chose that moment to fall.

Danny turned intangible on instinct, taking Sam with him into the land of the incorporeal, while Tucker hearing a rattling noise above his head, stupidly looked up at it instead of simply running. A heavy torrent of boxes and their contents cascaded down onto the teen, practically burying him alive.

Then the avalanche was finished Danny allowed himself and Sam to phase back to normal before he called out, “Tuck? You good?”

Sure enough, the haphazard teen popped his head out of the pile with a thumbs up. “I’m good…” he groaned out in exasperation.

Danny sighed and went over to his friend to pull him out of the boxes. “Come on, let’s get outta here, we still got that movie to watch.”

With that, the halfa teen flew his friends back to the alley next to the theatre de-transforming and cracking his back. As they headed towards the movie theatre, Danny pointed out a small group of girls from their school and Tucker ran ahead. He got to the door first and caught the eye of the group of girls as they came up to the doors as well.

Thinking he’d be a ‘gentleman’ he wiggled his eyebrows and rushed forward to open the door for them. Only to whack himself in the face with the door as he did.

He yelped in pain and cupped his hands across his mouth. His friends ran over to him instantly fretting over his well being as soon as they saw the small dribble of blood.

“Oh my God! Tucker you okay!” Danny asked eyes wide as he began mother hen mode.

“Oh. Hey, look… That yours?” Sam asked, pointing to the tooth on the ground.

Instantly Tucker’s demeanour changed, and he became pale as could be. “Mah toof! Mah woods sound sunny...!” The teen blinked wide green eyes to his half ghost friend before running his tongue along the inside of his mouth. If possible he paled further.

“I think you should call your mom, man,” Danny said after looking at his friend’s open jaw.

“Oh no! How messed up is my beautiful face man? Am I still gorgeous?” Tucker wailed.

The phone call to his parents went well… If you could call his mother laughing at her son’s expense well. Regardless the emergency dental procedure was booked and ready, leaving the teen with an implanted tooth and braces to pull the others that got knocked in the process back in line.

Tucker licked at the thin wire at the front of his teeth and groaned. “I can still feel it! And my tongue is so sore from biting it!” he complained, “It’s like they pulled my teeth back too far or something…” he groans.

“Well, should we get you one of those rings that babies chew on instead?” Sam huffed out.

“What? No why…. Sam, you’re awful” Tucker whined out.

“Well then quit griping about it, I’m sick of hearing about it. So unless you want me to knock out more teeth quit showing them off and just take your turn.” Sam growled out shoving the bowling ball from the rack in her basement into Tucker’s chest.

“Bu-”

Sam rounded on him once again a new bowling ball in hand holding it like a shot put threateningly.

Tucker let out a long suffering sigh, before tossing the ball down the lane. Once his pins were hit he turned to Sam and Danny once again. “Just tell me I’m beautiful?” he pouts.

Sam and Danny exchange a look and Danny smirked evilly turning back to Tucker as he changed into his ghostly form.

“Hey man, what are you-” the last thing Tucker remembered of that day was Danny phasing into his body.

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Total words: 1472

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