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Guilty Pleasures

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Summary: You are a maid living in the palace on Asgard. When you hear of a plot to kill Prince Loki you know something must be done. After saving his life he offers you a wish in return. After struggling with your decision, you come to Loki with an interesting proposal.

Warnings: some violence, some blood.

Word Count: 5,012

A/N: I do not know much about actual Asgardian traditions and folklore based in Norwegian mythology. I'm kind of just making this up as I go along lol. So please don't study technicalities too closely.

Dear Ingrid,

I'm at my wits end, dear one. I am plagued by worries. Now that my brother has sealed the marriage license, Ragnar and I have only three months until our wedding. Not only did I not agree to this marriage but now I am being driven mad with anxieties about the match.

He is a palace guard. Surely he knows much about love. However I find myself defenseless at the thought of romance. Perhaps he will make a fine husband and will one day make me happy. However, I know this can only be if I please him in turn. How can I ever hope to do that when I don't know the first thing about lovemaking.

I need a tutor. One who can guide me through the delicate act of intercourse. If only such a thing were real. I would spend every coin I had to know the things which I do not. Perhaps I might find a book in the palace archives about such carnal acts. That may be a good place to start. I only wish you were still here with me in the palace my friend. I'm happy to see you working so closely to animals in the stables. But I do miss you dearly. Especially in times such as--

Heavy footfalls caught your attention as you picked up your pen, looking down the long corridor. Just as you were about to set about finishing your letter, two burly men appeared from around the corner up ahead. You were currently stationed at a small writing desk which was just around the corner from the back tunnels which led to the kitchen. It was a quiet place where you could write to your friend in peace. In fact, before today you had never seen anyone use these passages. Despite there being plenty of walking room, the two men marched in the middle of the hallway where they would surely cross paths with you. Before you could think to move, the man closest to you caught the back of your chair in a large fist and set it off balance. You wobbled for a moment before finding your footing again.

"Watch it, scullery maid." He spat gruffly over his shoulder before the two men vanished around a corner. Something about them was odd to you. Asgardian soldiers, while tough, were often kind. The clear act of disrespect did not ring true for a man of Asgardian honor. The urge to stay seated was strong but you found your curiosity was stronger. Shutting your journal, you crept off in the direction the two men had gone. It didn't take long to find them since they lumbered quite slowly under the weight of their armor. You kept around corners and in shadow as you followed their silent march to who knew where.

They were running out of places to go, you thought as you noticed where you had ended up. It was a crude escape route which let out into the throne room. It was hidden behind the King's throne, which was impressively large. What business would these men have there?

They stopped before the exit, fidgeting with their armor. You stood behind, around a dark corner. With their backs turned you were able to try and get a better look. They wore classic Asgardian armor like the rest of the palace soldiers. That's when you saw it. Their capes were fastened incorrectly. As if by clumsy hands that didn't know the proper uniform etiquette. These men weren't Asgardians. That's when you knew your bad feeling had turned into something dangerous. They talked quietly but you were close enough to hear.

"Alright, you remember the plan?"

"Do I-- Bloody hell, yes I remember the plan. I sneak in and subdue the prince, then I spear him through the neck. It's not fucking hard."

At this you threw a hand over your mouth. Assassins.

"It's about time someone showed that cocky little raven headed prick that a Jotunn does not belong on the throne of Asgard."

They were plotting against Prince Loki. You couldn't wait to hear anymore. If you, a maid, had any chance of saving your Prince you had to act fast. You knew a passage that would lead out into the throne room so you beelined there. At this point you had absolutely no plan. You just knew you had to get the prince away from his throne before those bloodthirsty men got to him first. Soon enough you found yourself at the grand doors which would lead you into the throne room. With a steadying breath, you pushed them open.

You had expected the room to be filled wall to wall with politicians and nobility, allowing you to slip in unnoticed. However you were offered no such grace. It was empty, save for the royal family on their thrones. All eyes were suddenly on you. To burst into the throne room unannounced certainly would mean death for you. But if it meant your life for the Prince's then you'd happily make the sacrifice.

His was the first form you assessed. His chin had been propped in the palm of his hand until you'd come into the room. At the disturbance he perked up, a smile gracing his lips as if he was thrilled by the disruption. His eyes didn't leave you for a moment, studying you hungrily. Who was this delightful mischief maker, come to relieve his endless boredom? Your eyes however darted nervously to the side of his throne, keeping an eye out for his unwelcome guests.

Running down the center aisle until you were standing before the throne, you fell to your knees in humility. "What brings a young maid before me with no summons?" Boomed the Allfather.

"Husband, lower your tone. Look at the poor thing. She's frightened. Hear what she has to say." He seemed reluctant but eventually spoke.

"If Frigga commands it, so do I. Tell us, girl, what your business is here. Pray that it pleases me." You took a calming breath.

"Forgive me, O Great King, for this unacceptable breach of tradition. I sit humbly at your feet today because--" Before you could continue, you could almost swear you heard the latch on the secret entrance clicking behind the King's throne. You were running out of time.

"Because what, child? My patience is growing thin."

"Because ... I have come to seek Loki's blessing."

This made all of them perk up in curiosity. It must have been a long time since Loki was asked for a blessing with the way they all peered back at you incredulously. Then the Allfather shifted in his seat, adjusting his robes as if he had made a decision.

"Trickery, which I'm sure has been plotted by the Trickster himself. I suggest you go, girl. Before I find myself in an unforgiving mood."

"No, please--"

"I didn't plan this father." Loki interrupted you, speaking up for the first time. His voice was like warm honey to your ears. "Frankly, I'm quite curious what else the little mouse has to say." The two stared each other down for a moment before the Prince once again took the lead. "Why do you seek my blessing child?" He leaned forward on his elbows, as if he were on the edge of his seat awaiting your response.

"If it pleases you, My Prince, this is one request which I should wish to remain private. Thus I wish to share it with you privately." Everyone in the room focused their attention on Loki, whose expression gave no indication of what he might be thinking. The moment felt eternal before he finally stood and strode across the room until he was standing just in front of you, only inches away. As he leaned down to whisper in your ear you caught a glimpse of his throne. Just beside it you saw one of the men from earlier with a compact crossbow aimed at the Prince's back. This was the moment. Just as the arrow was unleashed from the bow, you pushed the Prince aside just in time for it to find its home in your shoulder rather than his back. It stung like Hel but you knew Loki was safe. You had done your duty.

Everything around you began to happen rapidly, plunging your mind into a dizzying frenzy. Guards emerged from the hall, the royals were off their thrones and rushing to Loki's side, the assassins were being whisked away to what would surely be a painful death. And all the while Loki stayed by your side, keeping you still and looking deeply into your eyes. Whatever happened now, it was worth it.

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Time had passed. Of that you were sure. How much time had passed, however, remained a mystery. The room around you was empty. And quite large, you noted. This recovery room was easily three times the size of your personal quarters. You were awestruck by the ornate gold fixtures on the walls and the plush deep comforter which laid atop you. This was much grander treatment than you'd ever been given.

As if on cue, a healer came rushing in from the double doors. "You're awake. I hope you slept well. How are you feeling?"

"Confused. How long have I been sleeping?"

"Don't worry. You've only been asleep a day. With an arrow in your shoulder, I'm surprised you didn't sleep longer." You looked to where the arrow had been and saw nothing but a bandage stained red. It didn't hurt at the moment though you were sure it would soon enough. While you would have gladly given your life, you were still grateful for the miracles of Asgardian medicine.

"You seem to have done a good job of repairing me."

"Of course. Each healer is highly skilled and trained in their craft. Of course Prince Loki made sure that you received extra special care."

"He did?" You gaped. Royalty had never treated you special before.

"Absolutely. No expense spared for the girl that saved the Crown Prince's life." You nodded, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the praise. You had only done what any Asgardian would. There was no reason why you should receive better treatment because you were simply following your sense of duty. "Speaking of the Crown Prince, he wished to be the first to know if you woke up. I've already sent a messenger to his rooms. Expect to see him shortly." With that nerve wracking news, the healer saw herself out. You wished she had at least closed the door on her way out. Now every noise in the hallway set your nerves alight. You decided it was best to just shut your eyes and try to rest a bit more before the Prince was to arrive.

Those ideas were quickly squandered as the sound of very precise heeled boots entered your chamber. Cracking one eye open you saw the silhouette of the Trickster God in the doorway. My, he moved fast. You opened both eyes fully and let yourself take him in. He was dressed quite simply now though he still had a cape flowing behind him in a dark emerald billow. He took slow calculated steps as he approached your side, eyes never once leaving yours. Your breath left your chest as, for the first time, you realized that you were in the ever closer presence of royalty. Your entire life you'd never been in the same room as royalty despite working in the palace. Now the Crown Prince was at your bedside, hand tenderly retrieving yours.

"I am elated that you are awake. I was afraid things might turn for the worse. Yet you are strong. You fought well my little mouse. You should feel proud. You've done your ancestors well." You could do nothing more than nod, transfixed by his deep gaze. "How are you faring?"

"I've only just woken up but I feel no pain as of yet."

"Good. I can make sure the healers help keep it that way." You winced. You were about to do yet another stupid thing. Refuse the Prince.

"Please don't do that, my Prince. There are many others more deserving of the healers' help. You truly honor me by treating me so nobly but I will be fine on my own. I assure you, I am no hero."

"But you are, sweetling. You saved my life today. You, a humble maid, saved the life of a god. If you think you dishonor me by treating it as a proud accomplishment I assure you that will not be the case. In fact, I would like to show you just how truly grateful I am."

"All of this has been more than enough. Really."

"I'm afraid that while I fully intended to reward you regardless, tradition dictates you must receive the proper honor for your actions. Each royal family member must designate to you, a gift. One they feel is worthy of the act of saving my life." You couldn't help the groan that escaped your throat. This whole thing had started out of service to the royal family. Now they wished to serve you? You couldn't let this be. "That is why I've come here. To designate to you mine, the most important gift." You squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, unsure of what he was about to bequeath you. "To you I give ... a wish. Anything your heart desires, you may wish for it and I will make it so. Absolutely anything you desire. If you take my hand, the deal will be sealed with magic and I must concede to any wish you make."

"No. No, I'm sorry my Prince but this is far too much. I could never accept something like this. It wouldn't be right."

"Your humility in the throne room made me feel as though you'd say that. So I discussed things with my father. He is willing to forgo the proper tradition. Under one condition. You cannot refuse his gift ... or my gift. But that's only half of the gifts you were meant to receive. Can you accept this compromise? I can assure you that my Mother's gift would be sickeningly extravagant." He teased with a smile.

You hesitated. This level of kindness was unlike anything you'd ever received. Why was a god pouring so much into you, a simple girl? After a moment, you knew you had no choice. So you nodded.

"I need your words and your hand, or else this magic means nothing." You lifted your hand to meet his, taking his grip firmly.

"Yes. I accept the wish." With this, a brilliant green light snaked between your arms as if binding you before disappearing as quickly as it had come. You blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say now. "The Allfather ... has he decided upon a gift yet?"

"He has and he bade me tell you. He would like to promote you to a higher paying rank with a better set of living quarters. He feels that one who is such a true asset to the royal family should live as grandly as she wishes." You nod in resignation. For a moment, you look around the room and imagine that they were your own personal living quarters. It didn't seem so terrible when you looked at it that way.

"Now, little mouse. What is it you wish?"

"You want me to name it right now?" You asked frantically.

"Calm down," He laughed. "If you need time to decide, of course I would be happy to grant you that. However, I should warn you ... as much high respect as I hold you in, I am still a prince and a god. I will not be made to wait forever." You nodded your understanding.

"Of course, My Prince. If I may, I have a journal which got misplaced before this endeavor. I had started a letter to a friend in it. If this notebook were able to be retrieved so that I may finish my letter, I will make a decision as soon as I've heard from her. I'm afraid I'm sorely in need of advice on this matter. It isn't often I'm given a wish like this."

"Consider it done. Just tell me its location and I'll have it brought to you as quickly as possible. This friend, where does she live?"

"The palace, My Prince. We used to work together as maids before she was promoted to stable hand. Her quarters are by the stables."

"Excellent. I'll be expecting a speedy response then." With that, he stood and began to make his exit. However before he could completely disappear, he turned back to you. "If I may give my own advice ... I know a 'royal wish' seems frightfully intimidating. If I were you, I'd just think of what is most important to you. Then think of how you can accomplish this goal. That way you can make your wish as effective and meaningful as possible. Just make sure it's something that you want. You more than deserve it." Then he was gone.

Sweat beaded at your forehead as the adrenaline of having a candid conversation with the dark prince coursed through you. However the cool air calmed you down soon enough. With a heavy mind you began to contemplate what you might wish for. If better pay and living quarters was already taken care of, you were unsure of what else you might wish for. There wasn't much you truly desired.

Just as you were about to run yourself rampant an attendant arrived at your door with the journal and a fountain pen. "Thank you." You bid him well before hurriedly cracking open the page you had left off on.

By the Norns, what a day this has been! Before I could even finish my penstroke a couple of men crossed my path. Men with plans to assassinate the Crown Prince Loki. Through what I can only describe as equal parts bravery and stupidity, I tracked them down and saved the Prince's life while injuring myself in the process!

I now write this from the grand recovery room. I do so wish to indulge you in every detail but I've been put on a dreadful timeline. For saving his life the Prince has granted me a wish. He said that anything I desire will be mine. He expects a response quickly but I could not decide without your wisdom. Please ... I have nothing to wish for. Help me on this matter my dear friend. I will eagerly await your reply.

Signed, Y/N

Folding the paper haphazardly, you called out for a healer who would deliver the message to the right people. Once it was out of your hands you nearly collapsed from exhaustion. You had been through a wave of every intense emotion one could possibly feel in just a few short hours. You needed rest now more than ever. Knowing that it was out of your hands until receiving her reply, you decided to get some rest while the medicine made it easy for you to fall asleep.

"By all the gods, please. Show me the right path." You called into the night before tucking yourself in and falling into a dreamless sleep.

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A few days later you received a knock on your door. You had fully recovered by now but they had left you in the recovery room until a new chamber could be found for you. In only a few short days you had already become more accustomed to a grander lifestyle. However you felt yourself shrink into that tiny maid again upon hearing the knock. There were only two things it could be. A messenger with news from Ingrid. Or Prince Loki, having grown impatient and ready to hear your final answer. With a shaky hand you opened the door. It was a messenger. Joyous day, you thought.

He handed you the letter. You thanked him wholly and closed the door, tearing the letter open as you sat on the edge of the bed.

Dearest Y/N,

Such excitement! Of course I miss the biggest event of the year while brushing manes. You ask for my advice on this but if you read your last letter in it's entirety, you've already answered your own question.

The thing which plagues your mind above all else; your impending wedding night. You've just earned a royal wish from the god most well known for his sexual prowess. Ask him to tutor you! While he may find you brazen, that's the worst result that could come of the request! If he must fulfill the wish, then I say this is your opportunity to know that which you do not. Please keep me appraised of the situation. I will look expectantly and impatiently for your next letter.

Signed, Ingrid

As soon as your eyes finished scanning the words you were utterly dumbfounded. What exactly was she suggesting? No, it was quite clear what she was suggesting. There was no way in Hel you could ask for sexual lessons from the God of Mischief himself. He was a god. He would not lay with such a low creature as yourself. In fact, you were sure he would laugh at the idea. But then again, he had said he would honor the request no matter what it was. And Ingrid was right. Loki's ... skills weren't exactly a well hidden secret. You had heard he actually quite enjoyed corrupting an innocent thing like yourself in the ways of desire. Maybe it was the best thing you could wish for. You fought with yourself endlessly as you tried to think of something, anything else. The thought alone made your cheeks heat.

So many wishes in all the nine realms, and this is what you had come to? You felt as though something better waited out there for you. However, Ingrid's little idea stuck far more than you had hoped. With a deep sigh, you opened the door to your room. There was a guard stationed there at all times, per Loki's request. "Please tell the Crown Prince Loki that I've decided on my wish." You told him to which he nodded and immediately marched in the opposite direction towards the Prince's chambers. Every second you spent waiting was like agony. You paced and read and slammed your head into a pillow but still you waited. After an hour and a half a guard finally knocked at your door, telling you that Loki was ready to see you now.

With a deep breath and a brush of your skirt, you followed the tall man across the palace to the threshold of the Prince's chambers. The walk was much quicker than you'd expected which hadn't allowed you much time to breathe. Thus with a head of scrambled thoughts you entered, ready to acquire your wish from the Prince.

"Nice to see you again, mouse. I apologize for the delay. I was stuck in a fruitless debate with my father. However, I'm delighted to see you've come to a decision. Sit." He gestured to the sofa beside him which looked deep and lush. You obliged, taking in the sight of his royal chambers as you did so. Corner to corner, the room was exquisite. Gold plating and fixtures, surrounded by velvety green curtains and furniture. If you had thought the recovery room was large, it was nothing in comparison. The room you stood in now was only the front room of many. The walk seemed miles long. Once you were sat snugly beside him, you finally took a much needed breath.

"Still nervous, I see. Perhaps it would make you feel better to make your wish now, without hesitation. Get this weight off your shoulders and the hard part will be over. What is it you wish, pet?"

"I can't believe I'm going to ask this," You mumbled under your breath. "You see, my Prince, I am to be wed in three months' time. Yet I know nothing of what it means to be a proper wife. How to properly please my husband. I'm sure you know that your reputation exceeds you when it comes to certain ... skills. I'd like for you to show me what you know so that I may collect my own knowledge to please my husband with." You were absolutely certain that the god's lip would be turned up into a disgusted sneer. However the expression you found upon looking at him was quite different. Rather than repulsion you saw genuine delight and curiosity, a playful fire lighting his eyes.

"My, my. Such sweet proper words for such a ... filthy request."

"I'm sorry, My Prince. You're right. I don't know what made me so bold. I never should have asked for something so clearly inappropriate. Not that I wouldn't like to-- you know what I-- you're very handsome is all I mean. I'm afraid I've made such a mess of this. Perhaps I shouldn't have made the wish at all. I'll see myself ou--"

"Enough!" Loki's thundering voice filled the chamber, giving you your first real glimpse of fear by his hand. You sat back down and held your gaze on your lap. However he was quick to stop you, drawing your chin up to look back into his eyes. "I'm sorry to raise my voice, sweetling, but you've become frantic. Are you afraid that I am displeased? I can assure you it is quite the opposite. As you've so boldly pointed out, I'm quite well known for my talents. How do you think I acquired such talents in the first place? With the help of bold little morsels such as yourself. It would be an honor to pass on my legacy of pleasure to one less experienced in its ways. Besides ... you yourself are not by any means an undesirable prize. If I might be so bold myself, you are one of the fairest I've laid eyes on in several moons. It will be a treat to unravel you bit by bit before dressing you back up all nice and sending you off to pleasure your husband."

"Really, My Prince? This doesn't upset you?"

"Far from it. I consider myself quite up to the challenge." Seeing the enjoyment in his eyes made a small smile creep to your own lips. You weren't sure if you were happy this was happening or if you were just grateful to have the answers. Was some part of this because he was so handsome? Was it because he was the prince? Right now, you couldn't make out what you were feeling. All you could do was breathe.

"I must say, I expected this conversation to turn out quite differently. Forgive me if I seem shocked or lost for words. Only a few days ago was my first time sharing the same air as one of royal blood. Now, the Crown Prince himself says he'd be delighted to give me such intimate lessons. I hardly know what to think. My thoughts are a mess."

"My first piece of advice; stop thinking. You're so caught up in thinking about the future and the past that you can't see the moment right in front of you. It's passing you by. Just breathe and stay here with me, in this moment." You did as he instructed and took a cleansing breath. This time your breathing somehow made you feel ... lighter. After a moment, Loki continued. "That very much applies to your sexual encounters as well. If you are invested in each moment as it comes, everything will feel new and exciting. If you can show your husband how engaged you are with him, you'll have him wrapped around your finger. Then he'll be willing to invest in you as well. Like a well fitted puzzle. And with my help, you'll do so with ease mouse."

"I certainly don't doubt you. Your words alone-- I can tell you know of what you speak. I just hope that I am up for the challenge myself."

"Whether you see it or not, you've got a fire inside you dear. Just waiting to burst forth. I have a feeling you'll see it too. Soon enough." The man began to lean forward slowly before placing a small peck on your cheek. The intimate display of affection made you blush deeply. "What a pretty sight. Already blushing for me. I can't wait until the lessons start. Perhaps you should see yourself out now. I feel as though I may forget to be a gentleman if you linger."

"Oh." You blurted, confused by this. You were sure that he had already begun his lesson and yet he was asking you to leave. You blushed harder but it wasn't pleasant as before. It burned like shame.

"Don't seem so downcast, little mouse. You asked me to teach you and I do have a scholarly way about me. I'd like to formulate a curriculum and a plan for making this work successfully. I'll send for you once I'm ready to begin properly. Until then, think dirty thoughts for me pet." He gave you a dashing wink which was your clear cue to hustle back to the recovery room. Every step made your body feel more and more like lead. By the time you were in your room you had just enough strength to collapse on top of the comforter. You didn't even bother moving as you shut your eyes and let sleep take you.

The past several days had seemed like a blur. You never would have imagined in your wildest dreams that you'd be awaiting luxurious quarters in the comfiest bed you'd ever slept in after striking a magic sex deal with the God of Mischief. If you ever said it aloud you would burst into laughter. It was all so fantastical. So far beyond belief. You were sure the next time you awoke it would all prove to be a dream.

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Oh, you think you're safe now?

Nothing can deliver you from these paws!

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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Reblog if you've made at least one friend because of a fandom.

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Traces of Love

TFAWS Bucky

Summary: Bucky's not the greatest with telling you how he feels. You had wanted to tell him you love him numerous times but didn't want to scare him. He quickly discovers a new way to tell you how he feels without having to say the words.

Content warning: established relationship with Bucky, FLUFFFFFFFFFF, sweetheart Bucky.

"I'm so glad you're back!" you squeezed Bucky tightly around his waist.

"Me too" He chuckled lightly.

Bucky had just gotten back from a 2-week long mission, and you were excited to spend some time with your boyfriend of four months.

It was new for you both. You had met Bucky at a bookstore and hit it off when you both reached for the same fantasy book, and you got to talking. You knew who he was, going out on missions with Sam, the new Captain America but you never minded his past or what he does for a living.

Bucky had told you all about his past. You knew some of the things he did in his past from reading about him online, but some things he told you about weren't common knowledge. You were happy he trusted you enough to talk about things from his past with you.

You learned all about Steve Rogers and their friendship, the Howling Commandos, and what life was like back in the day, and you found it all fascinating. You never pushed Bucky to speak about his history. He had a therapist he was ordered to see, and as much as he grumbled about it, you thought it was helping him. The only thing that bothered you was the fact that Bucky had a hard time expressing his feelings.

Sure, he would smile and joke with you, but sometimes, he would be quiet and distant. Whenever he did this, you knew he was thinking about his past, or Steve, so you usually left him alone when he was in one of his funks. You would only check on him every so often to see how he was, not bothering him or demanding to know why he was a little distant.

He battled through his thoughts, and you were by his side every step of the way. He was grateful he found you and you gave him a chance. He just wasn't the greatest at expressing his feelings. You knew he struggled with them, but you didn't push him or expect him to blurt out what he was feeling, he just wasn't the type to do so.

"Miss me doll?" he teased while he walked into your apartment.

"Of course, you silly goose" you rolled your eyes at him.

He smiled wide at you.

You always missed him when he would go on his missions.

Sometimes he could tell you about them, but more often that not, he couldn't talk about them due to the secrecy of them. Those were the missions you hated, the secret ones, but you managed.

You checked him over for any signs of injury, patting him down and lifting his shirt, making him giggle a little. The fact that Bucky Barnes would giggle uncontrollably when you touched him in certain places made you chuckle to yourself.

"I'm not injured sweets" he told you.

"But I don't mind you feeling me up" he winked at you making you blush.

"I know, I just like seeing for myself" you squeezed his sides and he chuckled.

"Come on, I have supper ready" you walked to your kitchen with Bucky following.

You sat and ate and told him about all the things you did while he was gone. You were a schoolteacher and taught high school and were always telling Bucky stories about the kids nowadays.

Bucky told you a few stories about him and Steve in school and you chuckled at their antics. You were thankful the kids you taught were a little older than some of your friends who taught the younger kids, mainly the kindergartener's. You shuddered at their horror stories and were glad you didn't teach them.

Bucky was always in awe of the kids nowadays and what they could and couldn't get away with.

"So, I sent him to the principal's office because he wouldn't put his phone down after I asked him three times. His mother called me asking why her son was in the principal's office, and I told her why. She didn't believe me that her son wouldn't listen, so the principal had to get involved. I swear some parents nowadays are ridiculous" you shook your head.

Bucky finished eating and just sat and watched you talk. These were some of his favourite times with you, listening to your stories and chatting about your days.

It made him feel almost normal, well, he had other favourite times with you, but those were a little more adult related as he cleared his throat thinking about them.

"Anyways, I'm glad you're back and you aren't injured. When is your next mission?" you asked, packing up the dishes on the table.

"Not sure yet. We did everything we needed to do on this one, so I don't think for a while" Bucky thought about it.

"So, you're staying for a bit then?"

"Yup, you have me all to yourself for at least a week, maybe longer" Bucky walked over and wrapped his arms around you.

"Good, I'm glad" you smiled.

You finished the dishes and smiled at Bucky. He walked over to you and kissed you hard, which you returned. He walked you to your bedroom, and, well, he showed you just how much he missed you, three times to be exact.

You snuggled into Bucky's chest after your last round and breathed out a sigh of content. Bucky traced his hand up and down your arm, sending shivers and goosebumps all over.

These were the times you loved with Bucky. Just the two of you, in the quiet darkness of a room, snuggled in close to each other.

You had almost blurted out you loved him, but you didn't want to freak him out.

Many times, he almost told you, but he would say "I care about you" or "I like you a lot".

You knew he was trying to say he loved you, but you wanted him to say it to you first, to help him express himself a little better.

You spent the following day hanging out with Bucky. You went out for breakfast at your favourite diner and wandered the streets. You picked up a birthday present for your sister which was the following weekend and Bucky was going to meet your whole family for the first time.

You were nervous not only for him to meet everyone, but for your family to accept him. You weren't sure how they were going to take the former assassin being a part of your life, so you were nervous about it. Your mom assured you the rest of the family would behave themselves, but you still had your doubts.

You ended up sitting on a park bench, relaxing in the sun while Bucky had his arm wrapped around you. You smiled at the ducks as they swam past you, pointing out how cute they were.

"Not as cute as you" Bucky nudged your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness but secretly loved it.

"Look, a chipmunk!" you pointed out a small chipmunk at the base of the tree.

"I love chipmunks" you giggled as you watched it gather seeds from the ground.

"You do?"

"Yup"

"What else do you love?" asked Bucky.

Your stomach dropped and your throat got dry.

Do I tell him? No, best not to freak him out.

"Oh, you know, things" you teased.

Bucky rolled his eyes at you and smiled.

Did he want me to say it first?

You were a little confused, but you knew Bucky would never blurt something like that out.

Would he? No, he was too private.

"Let's head back" you smiled, and Bucky nodded.

He carried the bag that held your sister's gift and guided you back to your apartment.

You were feeling tired from your previous night's "activities", so you snuggled down in your bed, with Bucky at your side.

"Night Bucky" you smiled.

You leaned over and kissed him, which he happily returned.

"Night sweets" he smiled.

You rolled onto your side and Bucky snuggled you to his front.

You felt so safe in his arms and loved how he wrapped himself around you. Even though it made you sweat your face off, you never complained.

You laid there in Bucky's arms content and happy while Bucky softly breathed on your neck. You had a tank top on while he traced light lines and taps up and down your arm. He leaned away a little and started tracing soft circles on your upper back, something he does if he is thinking about things.

You always let him do that because it helps him, but it also feels amazing when someone traces on your back. It sends tingles all over and completely relaxes you. You read somewhere it was called ASMR and were now obsessed with some YouTubers who dedicated their channels to the craft.

Your breathing evened out while Bucky was happily tracing things on your upper back when you perked up a little but kept quiet. You could feel the random circles and lines he was tracing, but they were turning into what felt like letters.

You could feel the outline of a line going up and down, then a line and an abrupt change to the right, then another circle, then a vee, then another circle and quick line.

Was that? Was that I L-O-V-E?

You felt him trace I L-O-V-E a few times, then he made the trace of the letter U on your back.

You tensed.

Did he? Did he just trace I L-O-V-E U on my back?

Your heart started to beat a little faster. He was doing it a few more times, then he gently stopped, pulled you back, and held you close to his chest. You felt his breath even out as he fell asleep.

Your head was a mess.

You were excited, but did you tell him you felt it? Would he freak out if he knew you were awake? Were you certain it was I L-O-V-E U? Maybe it was I L-I-K-E U? Or something else entirely?

You had so many questions and damn your overactive brain. You stayed up for another hour thinking of things when sleep finally overcame you.

The following day, you woke to an empty bed, but you heard Bucky in your kitchen.

"Morning" you mumbled, stumbling to the island to have your much needed coffee. Bucky was a morning person, and you were not.

Why did morning people and not morning people always end up together? You thought about it while you sipped your drink.

"What are we going to do today?" asked Bucky.

"Not sure. Do you want me to help you organize your kitchen?"

Bucky thought about it. He spent more time at your place than his. He said he prefers your apartment to his because it feels homey to him. His apartment is a little bare and basic, but you assured him you felt just as comfortable there as you did at your place.

"Sure. Let's go after breakfast" he smiled and you agreed.

"Just gotta wake up a bit more first" you grumbled into your mug making Bucky chuckle.

You finished helping Bucky with his kitchen, cleaning a few things, and organizing some of his cupboards and drawers when you decided to order a pizza and relax. Since it was the weekend, you were gearing up for another week at work.

You had no tests or assignments to mark so you decided to spend the night at Bucky's. Plus, his apartment was closer to your school, so you shaved about 15 minutes off your commute if you stayed at his place.

You snuggled into Bucky's bed (something you helped him buy when you first met him) and chatted about your upcoming week.

Bucky said he had some meetings with Sam and Torres but nothing too major, so you were glad he was going to be around to pick you up from school.

"Goodnight sweets" Bucky whispered.

"Night Bucky" you rolled over and squeezed him tight.

He was the little spoon sometimes and was totally ok with is while you snuggled into his back. You could feel him relax a little when you got an idea.

You leaned back a little and decided to trace his back. He wore a black tank top to bed so he could feel your traces on his arm and upper back. Touch was a little foreign to Bucky that he was slowly getting used to.

After some time, you discovered he enjoyed light touches and would take every opportunity to gently touch him when you first started seeing him. Whether it was a gentle hand hold, or pat to his arm, he used to flinch from them, but over time, he has come to relax and enjoy touches from you. He rarely flinches from you and can even get a little needy if you don't reciprocate right away.

You traced his arm, making light circles on it, moving to his back and neck, trailing your fingers over his top and skin. You were gentle and mixed in some light nail scratches too, causing goosebumps on Bucky's skin.

His breathing was even, and you heard him let out a sigh when you got an idea.

You started tracing his back, like he was the night before, making a long line from his neck to the middle of his shoulders, then another. You traced a heart, then the letter U on his upper back.

He didn't move, but you felt him tense a little.

You continued tracing on his upper back, the letters I L-O-V-E U like he did to you, and you felt him stir a little, then you saw his cheek tighten because he was smiling to himself.

He felt the letters you traced on his back and was happy you felt the same way. Even though you didn't tell him with your words, the feeling he felt warmed his heart.

He just had to work on getting the words out to you to go along with his actions.

Something he promised himself he would work on, but for now, he would settle on tracing the words on you and you doing the same to him.

#awwwww #bucky barnes x reader

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Date Nights

Bucky A/U - Single Dad Bucky!

Summary: You've gotten to know your favourite diners at the restaurant where you serve them. Bucky is ready to date again and brings his dates to the restaurant. You've seen some of the bad dates he has had and feel bad for the guy until he brings someone around who you're not quite sure will be good enough for his son James Jr.

Content warning: Mild language, James Jr. is a sweetheart who loves you, single dad insecurities, James new girlfriend is a B**ch, FLUFF.

"Hey James! Where's my little man at tonight?" you asked as he sat down at your table.

"He's at home. Steve's watching him. Got another date" James smiled at you.

"Ooh, good luck then. Want anything to drink to relax a little?" you chuckled.

"Just a water please" he smiled at you.

"Coming right up" you nodded and wandered back to get your customer his drink.

You had been a waitress for a few years at an All-American style restaurant. It serves decent food like burgers and steaks with a bit of pasta and salads, so it caters to a variety of people. You had a hard time finding some decent work right out of college, so you stayed on with the restaurant you worked at while putting yourself through school in the hope you'd find something soon.

You had met your customer James just over a year ago when he came in with his son James Jr. You call him JJ for short and it sends the little guy into giggle fits when you call him that. You found out James was a high school history teacher that was near the elementary school located a few blocks from the restaurant and a single father.

His son is a cute kid, an exact replica of his dad with his dark hair and bright blue eyes. You don't know the full story of what happened with JJ's mom, but you know this is James' first time putting himself out there and going out on dates. Sometimes his friend Steve dines with them, but most often, it's just James and JJ. You know this is his first time dating from the many conversations you have either overheard when serving them or have been told directly by James.

"Here we are" you placed James' water down on the table.

He was nervous, fidgeting with the menu and looking at the front entrance every so often.

"It's going to be ok" you placed your hand on his arm to calm him a little. He flinched slightly but relaxed and smiled up at you.

"I just hope it's not like the last one" he shuddered.

You cringed thinking about his date from a few weeks ago. Her name was Anna, and she was a walking red flag. You have no idea how such a nice man would have met someone like that, but you found out Steve set him up with her.

Does Steve even KNOW James?

The woman was rude, loud, and obnoxious. Combine that with her overly processed hair, long claw-like nails, and hot pink strapless mini dress she poured out of, she was basically a walking Barbie disaster come to life. The kicker was you overheard her freak out on James when he told her about JJ.

She rolled her eyes at him and asked if he could "send him away to a school in Europe".

Did they even do that anymore?

James' mouth fell open as did yours while you handed him back his card. She was a piece of work. Needless to say, it didn't work out for a second date.

"So, who is the lucky lady tonight?" you asked.

James smiled at you.

"Her name is Lilian. Steve set this all up" he shifted in his seat a little and smiled.

Oh god, not again.

"Nice. Well, I won't bother you again until I see her sit down. Good luck!" you patted his arm.

He smiled and continued waiting for his date.

You served a few other tables you had; thankful it wasn't too busy when you noticed a dark-haired woman sitting at James' table.

"Hello" you came up behind her and almost dropped your pen when you turned to face her.

She had a lip piercing, and her eye shadow was bright orange and blue. Wowzers. You looked over at James who cringed a little but smiled politely. It was only makeup.

"Can I get you something to drink?" you asked.

"Do you have anything organic?" she asked.

Here we go.

"Water?" you suggested.

You had no idea what an organic drink would be. She thought about it, then nodded.

"Coming right up" you smiled then left to get her organic water.

You brought it back and asked if there were any questions about the menu.

"I think we're ready to order?" James said.

"What can I get you?" you asked James' date.

"Is the penne alfredo vegan?" she asked.

"Um, no. There's cream and butter in the sauce"

She huffed and scowled at the menu.

"If you're looking for vegan, the only thing on the menu would be a house salad. The chef is in the process of adding some more options for those who want them, but they aren't available yet as he's still sourcing his ingredients. I can request they make a bigger one for you and add some grilled vegetables?" you suggested.

She let out a huff but agreed.

"And you?" you looked over at James.

"I'll have the chicken parmesan" he politely smiled.

"How can you eat that when I am sitting right here?" James' date interrupted.

"I'm sorry?"

"You just heard me ask about a vegan option" she huffed out.

Awkward.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know" James protested.

"It's not that bad..."

"Not that bad? You're eating a dead animal in front of me! How could you!" she shrieked.

People were now looking over at your table.

"I can come back in a few minutes" you slinked away.

You then watched James' date Lilian get up in a huff and storm out, leaving him sitting at the table alone.

You walked back to check on him.

"You ok champ?" you asked, placing another glass of water in front of him.

He rolled his eyes and placed his head in his hand.

"Tell my why am I dating again?" he mumbled.

"It's not that bad" you shrugged.

"Still want me to put your order in?"

"Yeah. I'm hungry." he let out a sigh.

"I'll text Steve and have him bring James here" he said, pulling his phone out.

"I can have his dino nuggets and fries ready when he gets here" you smiled.

"Thanks" he said, typing out a message on his phone.

"Y/n!" JJ called as he ran up to you.

"JJ!" you high fived him and showed him to James' table.

"I've got your dinos ready to go. Let me get them" you patted his head and walked to the kitchen where their food was ready.

You brought the food to them, and they happily ate it. When they finished, you stood at the table waiting for James' card to go through on the machine when JJ tugged your shirt.

"Was my dad on a date again?" he whispered.

You looked at James who nodded then you bent down.

"He was"

"Was she nice?" he asked.

"Well, I don't think it's going to work out."

"Oh" JJ said as you stood up.

"There we go" you placed the receipt on the table.

"See you next time JJ! You too James, have a good night" you smiled.

"You too" James got up from the table and walked with JJ to the door.

"Night Y/n!" "Bye little man!" you waved.

The next few weeks were the same. You sent your resume into a few places and were waiting on their replies when you noticed James was in your section with a beautiful red head. You hadn't seen James in a while so this was a nice surprise.

"Hello" you stood at the table.

James smiled and the red head looked you up and down, then went back to her menu.

"Dot, would you like a drink?" James asked.

"I'll take a sparkling water, and a cosmo" she said to James.

She didn't acknowledge you at all.

"Alrighty. And for you?" you asked James.

"Just a coke" he shrugged.

"Coming right up" you smiled.

"She's a piece of work" whispered Wanda at the drink station.

"She gave MJ shit for seating them at the table, but James insisted since it's your section. She wanted a quieter booth in my section" Wanda whispered.

"She's pretty" you looked over at her.

Her deep red hair was styled perfectly, and her clothes screamed designer. She leaned over and said something to James and made him laugh. You had no idea why your heart ached at the sight, but it did.

Weird.

"Here" Wanda placed their drinks on a tray.

"Good luck" she winked at you and went back to making her own.

"Here we go. Are you both ready to order?" they nodded.

They ordered their food, and you were thankful she didn't have any changes to her meal. They ate and you kept an eye on them. James seemed taken with her and was smiling at her. Again, your heart ached a little, but you shrugged it off.

James was only three years older than you. He never gave you the impression he was into you since he brought his dates to where you work. Of course, you thought he was handsome and nice looking, but he didn't see you as anything other than a nice server you had polite chit chat with, so you never had any romantic thoughts about him. But for some reason, watching him on his date made you a little sad. You cleared their plates and brought the cheque to their table.

"Haven't seen you here lately" you smiled.

"Ah, yeah, been busy" James' face went a little red while he looked over at his date.

"We've been out quite a few times, isn't that right?" his date leaned over and placed her hand on James'.

She's staking her claim. Got it.

"Well, don't be a stranger. I miss the little guy" you smiled, handing James the copy of the bill.

"I won't" James smiled warmly at you.

"Come on Dot" he helped Dot up then turned to get his jacket on.

She flashed you a scowl before she smiled at James who helped her into her own jacket.

Ok then.

You saw James less and less over the next few months. He came in only once since his date and he was with his friend Steve. You overheard them talking and from the sounds of it, James was happy.

"Here we are guys" you placed their food in front of them.

"Everything look, ok?" you asked.

They nodded and smiled.

"As always" Steve winked at you.

James scowled at his friend then went to eat his food.

"JJ doing good?" you asked.

James smiled.

"He's good. He's with Dot tonight. She's spending a few hours with him" James smiled.

Steve snorted into his food and James scowled at him again.

"That's good. You should bring him by sometime, I miss him"

"Perhaps next week" James shrugged.

"This place is too boring for Dot" Steve piped in.

"Said she hates it here. Says it's old and dated for her taste" Steve added.

You looked around the restaurant. Sure, there were scuffs and dings on the odd table and that weird stain on the floor by table 12 no one can get out of the carpet, but you kind of liked the vibe because it was cozy, and the food was good.

"Well, I'll mention a re-design with the owners you smiled.

So, Dot doesn't like the restaurant. Interesting.

You settled their bill and wished them a good night before you clocked out yourself.

"Was that your man who was here?" Wanda asked.

"He's not my man Wands" you said counting your tips.

"Haven't seen him for a while"

"He met someone" you shrugged, happy with your tips for the night.

"It won't last, trust me" she winked at you and left. Wanda always seemed to know what was up, so you left it alone.

"Hello" you smiled at James who helped Dot get seated.

"Where's JJ?" you looked around.

"He's coming soon. Steve picked him up from karate and he's meeting us here"

"Oh good" you smiled.

"Who's JJ?" Dot asked.

"Y/n calls James Jr. JJ" James smiled at you.

"Well then, isn't that cute" Dot pursed her lips together and read over the menu.

"I don't know why you come here James. This place is old" Dot looked over the menu.

"I like it here" he shrugged.

"Do either of you want anything to drink?" you asked before Dot ripped the place apart some more.

"White wine"

"I'll take a coke" James smiled.

"Coming right up" you smiled.

You walked to the bar and started getting the order ready when you saw JJ walk in with Steve.

"Y/n!" JJ yelled and waved his hand wildly to you making you laugh.

"JJ! My man!" you bent down and gave him a hug since he had his arms wide open for one.

"You're looking so grown up" you cooed at JJ, and he preened at your praise.

"I know! Dad says I'm growing like a weed!" he giggled.

"Come on" you walked him to your table.

You noticed JJ hug his dad, but he didn't acknowledge Dot.

Interesting.

You brought their drinks to the table, adding a chocolate milk to their tab since that was JJ's favourite.

"He doesn't eat sweets" Dot handed you back the beverage.

"Oh, sorry. They usually order this when they come."

"Dot, it's ok. He can have it" James handed the drink to JJ who happily took it.

"Sweetheart, we talked about eating better, all of us" Dot stared at James.

"It's a treat out, just leave it" James shrugged.

JJ happily sipped at his drink and kicked his feet, oblivious to the tension.

They ordered their meals and JJ ordered his dino nuggets from the kid's menu.

"Does he have to eat those? There are other things he can get" Dot looked at the plate in front of JJ.

JJ scowled at her and jammed a large piece in his mouth and proceeded to talk with his mouth full.

James winced.

"James, smaller bites remember?"

JJ rolled his eyes and continued eating. Dot let out a huff and proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the night.

"So, how have things been?" you asked while James paid.

You noticed Dot never once offered to pay or leave a tip.

"Things have been good. JJ is in the school play next month"

Your eyes went wide as you fawned all over JJ while he smiled wide.

"Wow, you never told me I was in the presence of an actor" you put your hand dramatically on your chest making JJ giggle.

"He plays a tree" Dot interrupted.

JJ slinked down and scowled at his plate. She seemed to smirk to herself.

"Is that so? Well, it must be an important tree if they chose you to play it" you patted JJ's arm and he giggled.

Dot scowled.

"It's so much fun! Daddy, Y/n should come. Can she?" he asked.

Awkward.

The weird part is, you would have come if you were invited. You smiled at JJ and then looked over at Dot who glared daggers at you.

"I don't think she can buddy. Besides, Dot is coming" James smiled.

JJ let out a huff and grumbled to himself.

"JJ, I'm going to be there with your dad" Dot chimed in.

"Don't call me that! Only Y/n can call me JJ!" he scowled at Dot who was taken aback from his little outburst.

"James!" James scolded his son.

You wanted a hole to open and swallow you up.

"Well, here's the receipt. It was nice seeing you all again" you smiled before leaving their table.

That was weird. Something about the way Dot interacts with JJ doesn't seem right to you, but you are in no place to say anything and have to trust James' judgement.

A few weeks later, you saw James in the lounge with Steve. The lounge wasn't your usual spot to serve, but you couldn't help but go over there and say hi.

"Hey guys" you smiled. Your shift was starting in a few minutes, so you had time.

"Hi Y/n" Steve said, and James smiled.

"How's the job hunting going?" Steve asked.

"Ugh, not the greatest. I submitted my resume to a few more places, so we'll see"

You were hopeful something was going to come from it.

"I think Stark's is hiring" Steve looked at James.

They both worked at Stark Investments.

"Send me your resume and I'll put in a good word for you" James smiled.

"Really James? That would be amazing, thank you" you smiled.

"How's my little tree doing?" you asked.

"He's good. Play is next Friday night" James smiled.

"Well, tell him to break a leg...or should I say limb" you giggled to yourself.

James smiled and gave you his business card, so you had his email and cell on it then you excused yourself for your shift.

"She's cute man" Steve watched you leave the lounge.

"Hmm? Oh right, Y/n" James took a sip of his beer.

"How come you never asked her out?" he looked at his friend.

James shrugged.

"I don't know honestly"

James thought about it, and he had no idea why.

"She's good with James Jr, gave him a nickname which he loves, she's done school, smart, responsible, pretty, James Jr. adores her, seems like a no brainer to me" Steve shrugged and ate another wing.

"Maybe I'll ask her out" Steve winked at James.

James' gut twisted. Why is he feeling weird if Steve asks you out? James thought about it. Steve was right, but he was with Dot. James Jr. was starting to act out a little with Dot. Dot was having a hard time connecting with him which is odd since he likes everyone he meets. He's never been difficult with you, and he would always talk about you after you left the restaurant. It was always Y/n this and Y/n that. James smiled to himself.

Steve watched his friend think about things and he hoped that planted a seed in his mind. Dot was nice and all, but she wasn't the one for his friend.

The night of the play, you were working your usual dinner shift when you saw JJ walk into the restaurant.

"Y/n?" he called.

It wasn't too busy, so you walked up to him.

"JJ. Where's your dad?" you looked around then at MJ. MJ the hostess shrugged her shoulders.

"JJ...isn't your play tonight?" you asked.

"It was, I did really good!" he smiled.

"Can I sit down?" he asked.

You were a little confused but brought him to one of your tables in your section. You looked around and wondered why he was alone. Did he walk to the restaurant from the school? That would have been a 20-minute walk by himself in the dark. He seemed happy enough as you gave him a glass of chocolate milk.

He sipped away and kicked his feet without a care in the world. You took your phone out and texted James.

You: Hi James, it's Y/n. I don't mean to alarm you, but JJ's here at the restaurant and safe. He arrived about 5 min ago. I gave him a chocolate milk. Hope that's ok??

You waited a few minutes then your phone buzzed.

James: WHAT? I had slipped backstage to help them take down the set. Dot was supposed to watch him.

You: Well, he's here....he's safe, in my section.

James: On my way

You: Ok

You looked over at JJ who was smiling at you. This night was weird.

"Is that JJ?" Wanda whispered.

You nodded.

"Where's his dad?" she asked.

"He's on his way. I think he snuck away from his girlfriend's watch"

"Oh my. Well, I have your tables covered if you want a small break" she patted your arm.

"Thanks" You walked over and sat with JJ.

"So the play went well?"

"It was a lot of fun. They said I was the best tree ever!" his blue eyes twinkled brightly.

"That's awesome. I knew you'd be the best tree" you patted his arm.

There was a bit of commotion at the front of the restaurant when you saw James run inside, followed by Dot.

"James Jr!" James ran up to the table and hugged JJ tightly making him giggle.

"Hi Dad. I'm drinking chocolate milk with Y/n"

"Buddy, you scared daddy. Daddy didn't know where you were" JJ shrugged and sipped his drink.

James glared at Dot who looked like she could care less.

"Dot? I left for 5 minutes to help the teacher. What happened?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"He was right next to me. I took a phone call and when I was done, he was gone" she looked at James Jr who scowled at her.

"She left me daddy" JJ pouted.

James looked at Dot then back at JJ.

"What? He needs better manners" Dot huffed.

James glared at Dot.

"You had one job Dot and that was to watch James Jr for 5 minutes" James rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

"Whatever. He's safe, isn't he? Besides, I told you he doesn't listen to me" she pouted.

James looked at you and you got up from the table.

"I should get back. Don't worry about the chocolate milk" you smiled at James who mouthed a 'thank you' then got JJ up from the table.

"Come on, let's go home" He walked JJ to the restaurant.

"Bye Y/n" JJ waved. You waved back and James saw the scowl Dot threw you.

James had a lot to think about.

The following week, you got a call from Stark's for an interview, and you were ecstatic. This was one of the best places to work in your town and you were looking forward to showing them who you were and what you could do. You hadn't heard anything from James, nor had you seen him since the night of the play. You were thankful JJ made it to the restaurant and didn't get lost, or worse while you put your apron on, ready to start your shift.

"I sat someone at one of your tables" Wanda smiled at you.

"Oh, ok. I'll be right there, thanks" you smiled.

You walked around a corner and saw James sitting at the table.

"James, hi" you smiled placing a glass of water in front of him.

"Hi Y/n" he smiled brightly at you making you blush a little.

"I have an interview at Stark's next week" you beamed at him.

"That's good Y/n, I'm happy for you" he grinned.

"Thanks again for submitting my resume"

"It was no problem at all"

You looked at the table. There was a bouquet of roses sitting across from James. Must be for Dot.

"I'll come back when you're ready" you smiled.

"Wait!" he called.

He grabbed your wrist an turned you back to the table. You looked at his hand that was still holding your wrist.

"Sorry"

James let go then rubbed the back of his neck.

"Aren't you expecting Dot?" you pointed to the flowers.

You heard footsteps come up behind you. It was Wanda. She reached around and undid your apron.

"You won't be needing this" she took it from you.

"What? Wanda..."

She giggled and sat you down at the table.

"What's going on?" you looked at Wanda then James who smiled.

"You're on a date" she shrugged.

"I'll get you a drink" she left the table.

You looked at the bouquet then at James.

"What's going on?" you eyed him up.

"Y/n, I ended things with Dot the night of the play. She took it too far with losing James Jr."

Your stomach fluttered a little.

"Oh?"

"We just weren't a good match. I thought we were, but James didn't like her, and I can't be with someone who he doesn't like or approve of"

"I see" you blushed a little.

"I should have done this a long time ago, but Y/n, will you join me? On a date? Tonight?" James asked.

His face was a little flush while his ocean blue eyes twinkled at you. Wanda came back and plunked down a coke.

"She will" she said before she turned around and left making you chuckle.

"I guess I am now" you smiled.

"Good. These are for you"

James handed you the flowers and you thanked him.

You looked over the menu and blushed every time James looked over at you.

"What are you having?" James asked.

"Not sure yet. Maybe the pasta?"

"The non-vegan option, right?" James teased.

"Obviously" you smiled.

"What about you?"

"Maybe the steak" he closed his menu.

You sat there and smiled, blushing like crazy. The man you've served for over a year had finally asked you out. It was in a weird way, but you were glad. Wanda came and took your orders, but you stopped her before she went back to the kitchen.

"Can I get an order of dino nuggets too?" you asked.

She looked at you funny but nodded.

James smiled.

"Can JJ come and eat with us?" you asked.

"I'll text Steve and get him here"

"Good" you smiled.

You couldn't imagine having your first date with James without your little man at your table too.

#super adorable #much love #bucky barnes x reader

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mindingmyownbusiness · 11 days

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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mindingmyownbusiness · 14 days

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Writing tips for long fics that helped me that no one asked for.

1.) Don't actually delete content from your WIP unless it is minor editing - instead cut it and put it in a secondary document. If you're omitting paragraphs of content, dialog, a whole scene you might find a better place for it later and having it readily available can really save time. Sometimes your idea was fantastic, but it just wasn't in the right spot.

2.) Stuck with wording the action? Just write the dialog then revisit it later.

3.) Stuck on the whole scene? Skip it and write the next one.

4.) Write on literally any other color than a white background. It just works. (I use black)

5.) If you have a beta, while they are beta-ing have them read your fic out loud. Yes, I know a lot of betas/writers do not have the luxury of face-timing or have the opportunity to do this due to time constraints etc but reading your fic out loud can catch some very awkward phrasing that otherwise might be missed. If you don't have a beta, you read it out loud to yourself. Throw some passion into your dialog, you might find a better way to word it if it sounds stuffy or weird.

6.) The moment you have an idea, write it down. If you don't have paper or a pen, EMAIL it to yourself or put it in a draft etc etc. I have sent myself dozens of ideas while laying down before sleep that I 10/10 forgot the next morning but had emailed them to myself and got to implement them.

7.) Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don't comment - even if they say they do, they don't, even if they preach all day about commenting, they don't, even if they are a very popular blog that passionately reminds people to comment - they don't comment (I know this personally). Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don't comment. You just have to accept it. That being said - comment on the fic you're reading now, just do it, if you're 'shy' and that's why you don't comment the more you comment the better you'll get at it. Just do it.

8.) Remove unrealistic daily word count goals from your routine. I've seen people stress 1500 - 2000 words a day and if they don't reach that they feel like a failure and they get discouraged. This is ridiculous. Write when you can, but remove absurd goals. My average is 500 words a day in combination with a 40 hour a week job and I have written over 200k words from 2022-2023.

9.) There are dozens of ways to do an outline from precise analytical deconstruction that goes scene by scene to the minimalist bullet point list - it doesn't matter which one you use just have some sort of direction. A partial outline is better than no outline.

10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists.

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mindingmyownbusiness · 14 days

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.

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mindingmyownbusiness · 16 days

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Playing with Fire: The Restaurant

Fandom: Marvel (Dad’s Best Friend AU)

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad’s coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.

A/N: Bucky is in his late 40s, reader in her mid to late 20s. i can't believe this is turning into ANOTHER series when i have like 5 others to finish. WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF?!

The Book Store | The Photobooth

Bucky could tell there was still some tension between you and him. He mentally scolds himself for upsetting you earlier, but that doesn't mean what he said wasn't true. You do deserve better than how your boyfriend treats you. Guess that's what makes him different from who you're currently dating. He's a boy. Bucky's a man.

"You hungry?" Bucky asks as you and he enter your car.

You buckle your seatbelt and shrug, "I could eat."

"There's a diner I like to go to. I can pull it up on GPS?"

"Sure," you respond to him curtly and he sighs, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair.

"Listen, I'm sorry what I said earlier upset you. It wasn't my intention."

"Then what was your intention, Bucky?" you glare at him.

He blows air out of his mouth, "Um, well, just to let you know that you deserve better, ya know? I mean, this boy-"

"He's an adult, Bucky, a man."

That makes him scoff, "Sweetheart, please. A man makes time for you. A man isn't afraid to show you off. A man doesn't procrastinate on his project and miss out on time with his beautiful girl."

Your brows raise. Did Bucky just call you beautiful? What? "So you think you do better than him?"

He smirks at you, "I know I can," he gets out of your car and you look at him confused, "What're you doing?"

"Get out. I'm driving," he jogs to your side of the car and opens it, "C'mon."

"Why?"

He grins at you and shrugs, "A man never lets his lady drive. Now up and out, sugar," he holds out his hand for you.

You huff out and roll your eyes, unbuckling yourself and place your hand in his. He helps you to your feet as you step out of the car. You proceed to walk towards the passenger's side and buckle in, "Can't believe I can't drive my own car."

Bucky chuckles, "Just trust me on this, Y/N. You'll see how a real man should treat a woman." He gives you a wink and you hate that that little gesture causes butterflies to erupt in your belly. You cross your arms over your chest defensively, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, "Whatever, can we go, please? I'm hungry."

"Sure thing," he pulls out of the parking spot and starts the drive to the diner.

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You're sitting across from Bucky in a booth at the diner he drove you to. He's watching you and you feel your eyes on him, but you're not trying to give him any attention. This wasn't something you expected when he agreed to accompany you on your errands today. Did you find Bucky attractive? Absolutely. Did you also find him charming and irresistible? Unfortunately. But this is definitely a forbidden thing. You're in a relationship and he's your dad's coworker and best friend. That's definitely immoral, right?

But then you think about the way he looked at you, the way his hands felt on your hips in the photobooth, it lit a fire inside of you that you didn't know existed.

But no, this definitely can't happen. You won't let it happen. Absolutely not.

"Ready, sweetheart?" you look up at Bucky, his deep blue eyes searing into yours. Yup, you're fucked.

"You said their burgers are good?"

"Delicious. One of the best burgers I've ever had," he replies with a smile.

"Guess I'll get that then."

"Whatever you want, you can get. I'm paying."

You groan, "Bucky-"

He shrugs with a smirk, "It's part of the deal."

"John pays for my food too," you point out, reminding him, and yourself, that you have a boyfriend.

Bucky scoffs, "Does he let you eat some of his food even though you have your own? Does he share milkshakes with you and let you dip your fries into it?"

"...sometimes."

He shakes his head, "What's mine is yours, sweetheart."

The waitress comes over and she immediately looks Bucky up and down. She clearly clocked in on how attractive Bucky is. Honestly, you don't like how uneasy it made you.

"What can I get ya, handsome?" she asks Bucky with a bat of her eyes.

Bucky doesn't look up from his menu, "Bacon burger, side of fries, and strawberry shake," he sets his menu down and looks at you, "What about you, sugar?"

The waitress looks at you with less enthusiasm in her eyes, "Cheeseburger with fries and a Coke."

"Sure thing. That'll be out in a bit," she pats Bucky's shoulder and you can't help but snort when she walks away.

"What?"

"Our waitress was soooo checking you out, Buck."

He shrugs, "Don't care. A man should only have eyes for his girl, right?" he winks at you and you look away.

You can't help but scoff, "If you're such a great partner, how come you're single then?" you look at him with a 'gotcha' face and you feel victorious as Bucky pouts.

"Honestly? Work. I work too much to make time for dating."

"So what's this then?" you gesture between yourself and him.

He shrugs, "I happen to have free time."

You roll your eyes, "Bucky, you and my dad hang out a lot. I'm sure you can replace that time with dating."

"Then I won't be able to see you," he smirks at you again and you can't help but laugh, "You're a menace!"

"I'm just trying to show you what a real man's about, sugar."

"Here's your drinks and your food will be out shortly!" the waitress shoots a wink to Bucky and you give another snort.

"I'm telling you, you should get back into the dating game instead of hanging out with losers like my dad and I."

"Hey, I like you losers, so you can't get rid of me that easily."

#this is delicious #and deserves a jillion notes #bucky barnes x reader

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