Okay I Have A Question Tho

Okay I have a question tho

How do u think Bucky would reacts to having the reader his wife known as a milf to all their sons friends

OH MY GODDD I LOVE THISSS

CAN WE PLEASE ESTABLISH SOME DAD!BUCKY LOOKS FIRST

sunday chores around town:

friday night with the guys:

dinner with the neighbors:

diy-ing and doing his househusband duties because bucky is a househusband that is my headcanon and i don't care what anyone has to say about it he is sick of working and retires and sam is more than capable of saving the world alone besides he has like spiderman to help him now so bucky is living his suburban heaven:

NOW THAT THAT'S OUT THE WAY LET'S GET THE FUCK INTO IT

okay so first of all your son (you named him steve. no particular namesake you just liked the name) would HATE that his parents are like. the hottest couple in town

nobody lets him go a day without reminding him that mom and dad are utter sex icons

but you especially are lusted after - or maybe it's just that people tend to be a little scared of bucky, being as he was the winter soldier and all

you can live with the stares from the other moms. you know your husband is a cutie; people are going to find him attractive and you can't control that.

bucky, on the other hand, has a harder time.

just as he finally learnt how to let the other dads' subtle flirting and lingering looks go without resorting to violence or threats, bucky found a new pet peeve: your son's friends.

steve's friends are, to put it simply, smitten.

they always make sure to hang out at your house, claiming that it's because it has the best pool.

bucky has more than once had to slap the back of steve's friends' heads when he's caught them staring at you.

you were always the favorite mom among the boys, but things have changed now that they're older.

"dude, your mom is so hot," phillip says with a smirk one day while they're playing video games.

"shut the fuck up," steve grumbles, utterly sick of hearing about it.

"can't blame him," jonah adds on with a chuckle. "she's such a milf."

bucky is standing in the doorway, frowning. did he just call you a milk? what the fuck does that mean?

"what's a milf?" steve asks, echoing his dad's confusion.

jonah and phillip share a grin. with pride and arrogance, phillip answers, "a mother i'd like to fuck."

bucky's hand clenches into a fist. the disrespect.

steve does what bucky wishes he could; roughs the guys up a little for being such idiots while his father watches on proudly.

from that day on, bucky never lets you alone with any of steve's friends.

a few months of minimal flirting from the boys because they're afraid steve will beat their asses again later, bucky takes you on a romantic weekend away.

"i'm so glad we installed that doorbell camera," bucky mumbles while you get comfortable on the bed. "i hope he'll be alright."

you roll your eyes and laugh at how protective he is over steve, before sitting up. "he'll be fine, james. ahmed promised to keep an eye on him. besides, the boys will likely be sleeping over, so he won't be alone."

his hands clench into fists at their mention. "i wouldn't trust those punks to look after a pet fucking rock, let alone our son."

you frown. phillip and jonah have been steve's friends for years; they're practically family. "what are you talking about, jamie? the boys are sweet!"

"yeah, sweet on you," he grumbles bitterly, busying his hands by folding up the towels.

you scoff, unsure where his anger has stemmed from. "what; do they bully you or something?"

"i'm not getting bullied by fuckin' teenagers," he seethes, his eyes filling with rage. "i just don't like how they treat you."

now you're just confused

"what? they're the sweetest boys i know!" you insist, crawling over the duvet and closer to where he's standing. "they're kind, and helpful, and i wholeheartedly trust them to keep our baby boy safe. steve would have had no chance of graduating if it wasn't for them!"

"they're disgustingly horny and they objectify you and i don't like it," bucky complains childishly, dropping the towels and firmly folding his arms across his chest. "i'm very close to making every last one of them disappear."

you're shocked by his revelation- but also intrigued.

"really?" you ask, shrugging. "what do they... like, what's an example of like- what do they say about me?"

his frown softens and he rests his hands on his hips, shaking his head. "you just want me to stroke that pretty little ego."

"i just feel like i should know what they're saying!" you claim, holding up your hands. "do they think i'm pretty?"

he leans forward so he's at eye-level with you, glaring. "they stare at your ass. they stare at your tits. they call you a milf. that flattering enough?"

he's expecting you to be disgusted

he's shocked when instead, you laugh

"really?" you press, grabbing onto his hand. "they really said that?"

bucky rolls his eyes and places his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them. "if you leave me for a 19 year old, i'll have no choice but to kill you."

"don't be so silly," you laugh, grinning up at him. "it's just nice to know that, you know, i still got it."

he furrows his brows. "me telling you that every single day ain't enough for you?"

you shrug, "you're my husband; you have to say it."

"alright then. no more compliments for you," he decides curtly, letting go of your shoulders and taking a step back. "i guess i need to treat you mean to keep you keen."

"noooo," you whine, reaching out to him. "i was just kidding, daddy. i love you."

bucky narrows his eyes. "i'm gonna start cutting down my 'i love you's to once a month; really get you feening for it."

"no!" you cry, terrified at the prospect of not hearing the words leave his mouth for four entire weeks. "bucky, baby, you can't do that to me!"

his glare softens and he comes back to you, sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap. "alright, kitten. don't you worry your pretty little head."

you melt into his arms, clutching at his bare chest. "say it, say it, say it."

with a soft chuckle, he strokes your hair and gives your forehead a kiss before whispering, "i love you, i love you, i love you."

you purr with content, smiling sweetly up at him.

gently, he cups your chin and brings your face closer to his. "but if i catch you flirting back with those punks, you'll be in for it. understood?"

with a sly grin, you give him a sloppy kiss, letting him know you're all his. "understood. gosh, you're so dramatic. now, if you knew what the girls at work say about you..."

bucky's brow quirks up. "really? they- they talk about me? what's, like, what do they say?"

rolling your eyes, you lightly hit his shoulder. "now who's looking for an ego-stroke?"

"hey now," he mumbles, kissing you a few times and keeping his lips close to yours. "if you want something to stroke, i've got something much bigger than my ego."

"idiot."

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All That Glitters is Gold

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Pairing: Soft!Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Type:  AU One-Shot??

WC: 4.7k

Warnings: Y’all know I love me some fluff!

Summary: The one where Y/N takes a chance on the mobster.

Note: This could become a short series but idk yet. I’m awful with deadlines, especially since I’m in college. But let me know what you guys think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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You wrapped your apron around your waist as you looked in the mirror in the back of the restaurant. You were admittedly tired and wished anyone could’ve picked up your shift tonight. It was just another reminder that maybe your co-workers didn’t deserve you picking up theirs. At least you would be making decent money tonight. Working at an upscale restaurant did have its perks financially. At least you would be working with your favorite co-worker and roommate.

“I thought you weren’t working tonight,” Natasha mentioned as you walked past her. 

“Yeah, well you’re the only person I can depend on to take my shifts, believe it or not,” you slightly chuckled as you picked up a ticket pad, pens, and straws to place in your apron. “But hey, at least the tips are usually good, right?”

“That’s the only reason I’m still working here,” Nat laughed. “That and because Manny in the kitchen still gives me free meals.”

“Well Manny is literally in love with you, and you gotta stop leading him on, Nat.”

“What? He makes food, I eat food; it’s completely transactional.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at your friend before seeing someone get seated in your section. “Okay, well don’t be surprised if he asks you out soon,” you noted before approaching your first table. It looked like a couple on a date, probably a first one by the looks of it.

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Never Stopped

Baby Daddy/Biker!Bucky x Ex-gf/Remarried!Reader

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Summary: you and Bucky have been co parenting for 3 years. You’re re-married and he’s still in love when you go through a dramatic experience that makes you finally open up about your husband.

Warnings: miscarriage, mentions of blood, hospitals, ambulances, depression, toxic and mentally abusive relationship, death, funerals. Also major Bucky fluff, because you need a warning for fluffy Biker Bucky

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“Okay, little man it’s time for bed.” You heard Bucky’s voice from the living room. Him and your son, Bennet, had been watching Benny’s new favorite cartoon since Bucky arrived 3 hours ago. He had been excited, all week, to introduce his dad to the new show he was watching.

“But Daddy-”

“No buts. Your mom said bedtime was 9:00 on weekends and you gotta listen to your mom, Buddy. She’s tired too.” Bucky says gently as he stands up grabbing a few of the things the two of them had managed to throw about. “Will you help me pick up these dishes, Bensy-Boy?”

Bennet just giggled at the nickname. He grabbed a few cups and the boys made their way into the kitchen.

When they reached their destination, Bucky was not happy with what he saw. His face dropped instantly.

It was you standing at the sink, still washing dishes. It seemed like you were always slaving away doing something around the house when he was here.

“Do you even know what it feels like to sit down anymore?”

“I gotta stay busy, Bucky.” You say almost frantically.

“Yeah I know,” he mumbles sadly as he paces over to you. He drops a few dishes in the sink and turns around to Bennet.

“Hey buddy, why don’t you go ahead upstairs and brush your teeth, I’ll be up there in a second.”

Bennet just smiles and nods, always excited to do anything his dad tells him to do. Bucky watched as the boy runs up the stairs before yelling a quiet “walk please” and chuckling at his hyper son.

He turns back to you, watching you scrub desperately at the plate in your hand.

“Come on, it’ll still be here in the morning, you need to rest.”

You didn’t answer, you just picked up another plate and started washing.

“Y/n, I’m serious, you just had surgery you need to lay down.”

“Can’t.” You say quickly, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Yes you can, come on, I’ll take care of the dishes.”

“No, Thomas won’t like that.”

Thomas... the absolute bane of Bucky’s existence. Thomas.... the new husband with a corporate job who always works too late, never able to do so much as help his depressed wife with the fucking dishes.

Thomas is a piece of shit is what Bucky wants to say. But he doesn’t. Now is not the time to be arguing about your new relationship. You two have had that conversation before and it didn’t really go in Bucky’s favor.

“Y/n, honey, it’s just dishes. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Bucky turns off the water and you don’t even have enough energy to fight him.

He hands you a towel to try your hands on while he turns out the kitchen lights.

He let’s you walk up the stairs first, slowly following in behind you. You both can hear the water running in the bathroom from Benny brushing his teeth.

The water turns off as you reach the top step and the little boy you both love more than anything in this world proudly steps out of the bathroom and into the hallway. His big blue eyes shinning and a smile on his face.

“Look Daddy! I put on my jammies on too!”

Bucky beams at him “good job buddy! Go on to bed and I’ll be in there in a second to read you a book.”

“And Mommy?” Benny asks with a grin.

Bucky could practically hear the incessant voices in your head screaming at you. He knew the struggle it had become to even spend time with your son, and how much it pained you to feel that way when your whole heart belonged to him mere months ago.

Bucky had always been a present father in Benny’s life, even after your breakup. He’s never missed a game or a birthday party. These past 5 years, he’s fully devoted his life to his son as much as he could and you never stopped him.

Your break up was mutual. Sometimes people just don’t work out. Neither of you wanted your son to grow up in a house full of arguing. During your time together you both had said some pretty hurtful things, all in passion of loving the other one too much. But you were young, too young to have a kid and too young to be making the decision of who you’d spend forever with.

You took primary custody of Bennet, moving back in with your parents. They didn’t like Bucky very much, but they’ve grown a civil relationship after they saw how good of a father he was.

Bucky sees Bennet probably just as much as you do during the week. You take turns dropping him off at school and picking him up. Bennet has his own room at the garage and you know he loves his room there more than here. Bucky helps with school projects and volunteers for things at PTA fundraisers. He’s very popular with the moms, they practically drool over him but Bucky’s too busy enjoying his son to even notice them, half of the time.

Maybe that’s why you were so trusting when it came to Thomas. Bucky had never not been a good dad, and it must have made you naive to the world because when you met Thomas, your heart eyes instantly turned into rose colored glasses and you married him after a year. Bennet was 3.

At first, Thomas was really great with Bennet... well that’s what you would say but if you asked Bucky he was “doing the bare minimum to sleep with you”

You would just brush him off when he brought up Thomas and all things he didn’t like about him. Maybe it was selfish and careless of you but you wanted to believe he was good.

1 year later, you started trying for a baby. You were ecstatic, and even Bucky was happy for you. You were a great mom, and you and Thomas seemed to be doing really well in your relationship.

That was until you actually got pregnant 6 months ago. At first, Thomas was happy but soon you became a chore to him.

He was distant and neglectful.

All you could think about was how attentive and nurturing Bucky was when you were pregnant with Benny. Making you dinner every night, elevating your feet when your ankles would swell and even helping you bathe sometimes. You were his angel.

Bucky wasn’t surprised when you had first mentioned Thomas’s change in behavior. And yeah, maybe venting to your baby daddy/ex boyfriend about your current husband wasn’t the best idea but you didn’t seem to have many friends anymore. Thomas always gave you a reason to not like them or not trust them, so it was easier to just not have any.

Bucky was the only one he couldn’t convince you to cut off and even if he could, you have a child together so you would have to interact eventually. Maybe that’s what Thomas hates Bucky so much.

You never seemed to notice the tension between the two, but Bucky certainly didn’t shy away from it. Bucky was an intimidating guy. He’s all motorcycles, buzzcut, tattoos, chains and jeans while Thomas is more “I get my suits custom tailored.”

But even through all the bad things you had told Bucky about Thomas, you could usually defend him for most of his actions... it was bullshit reasons in Bucky’s opinion but he tried to keep the peace.

Until recently. For the past three months Bucky had been daring Thomas to show his face around him again. He wanted to fucking pummel him into the ground.

Not after what Bucky witnessed. The look on your face when you woke up in the ambulance, screaming and crying.

Thomas knew your pain and chose to ignore it. Ignore you, Bucky’s whole world.

Bucky can remember the moment it happened, three months ago.

You and Bucky had been with Benny at a school fair. It was October, so it was time for the annual Fall Fest. Bucky had volunteered to stand in line with Benny and ride all the rides with him, while you enjoyed your funnel cake from the bench. You had been getting motion sick easily since you got pregnant, so rides were out of the question.

Thomas had originally suggested you just let Bucky take Benny to the fair while you stayed home and waited for him to get back from a business dinner.

Despite how demeaning he sounded, you just smiled and declined the suggestion, saying “I won’t get to do many things like this when the baby gets here, plus I wanna spend time with Benny before he thinks he’s too cool for me.” You giggled gleefully and Thomas just rolled his eyes.

But despite Thomas’s pleas, you were still here, sitting at the small school fair watching your boys hop from ride to ride.

“Let’s go check on mommy, before we do another ride.” Bucky said to his son as they exited the large metal ride.

“Okay!” Benny agrees. You had always wished he agreed with you the same way he did Bucky but you could except that he thought Bucky was cooler than you.

You smiled as Benny raced towards you, past his dad. He sat down next to you and stole a piece of your funnel cake, getting powder all over his mouth.

“Are you okay? Daddy said we should check on you!” He says using the nonexistent filter from his brain to his mouth.

You giggle at his honesty and nod. “I’m feeling just fine, Benny.”

Bucky called bullshit almost immediately. Your voice sounded strange and you seemed weak as you held the plate in front of you. You looked wobbly.

You knew Bucky was basically a human lie detector, so you glanced at him with a smile trying to hide your lightheadedness.

“How about I get us some water?”

“I want a slushie!” Benny squirmed next to you.

“Okay Bud, you got it!” Bucky says as he walks towards the concession stand.

He’s not even in line yet when he hears “mommy wake up!” He whips his head back towards Benny’s small, panicked voice. “Daddy! Mommy won’t wake up!”

Bucky’s running back towards the two of you. You’re slouched to the side, eyes closed and poor Benny is desperately trying to hold your dead weight up.

Bucky reaches you, sitting you up and diligently looking you over, and that’s when he noticed the red blotch covering the inside of your thighs. You were bleeding.

A commotion of bystanders quickly formed around them, and someone was already on the phone with emergency services.

Benny cried and Bucky died a little inside.

It was a scary night. Benny had refused to leave your side since they allowed visitors in your hospital room. Bucky had been sitting outside in the waiting area with Benny while your new husband, Thomas, was perched up by your bedside, pretending to be the concerned lover.

At first Bucky was focused on comforting Benny. But the calmer Benny got, Bucky finally let himself feel everything his heart had been trying to feel since the fairgrounds.

A nurse noticed his distressed state and took him to get his blood pressure taken. They gave him some food and crackers to settle the nauseous look on his face.

It mostly helped, and Benny thought the machine they used was cool, so it was a small victory for the otherwise completely dreadful day.

Bucky never got to come back and see you.

Thomas had taken Benny back, saying “she’s just too overwhelmed to see anyone right now.”

Bucky was distressed but he understood. As long as you were doing better then it was okay if he didn’t get to see you. He wouldn’t dare be that selfish.

Now, it was 3 months later and you had refused to talk about it. Bucky assumed you were finding solace in Thomas but he would be very wrong.

You had tried to express your feelings to your husband but he seemed to be indifferent about the subject and blame you for his “pain” at the same time.

So you kept to yourself, filling your day with busy tasks until the doctor cleared you to go back to work.

You hadn’t had any appetite since that day so you’ve dropped quite a lot of weight. Bucky always made sure you ate when he came over. Thomas seemed to appreciate your new, barely fed physique. Again, Bucky wanted to pummel him.

“Mommy?” Benny asked again, confused by your silence.

Bucky reached out and grabbed your hand, grounding you a bit. He gave it a slight squeeze of encouragement.

“Yeah sweetie, mommy will be there too.” You said, blinking away a few tears.

Benny ran back into his room with a new excitement.

Bucky takes you to your bedroom where he helps you change, brush your hair and gently wash your face. He notices a few silent tears slipping out of your eyes by doesn’t mention it, he just wipes them away.

When your skincare is done and your teeth are brushed, he pulls you into a hug and you sigh with a bit of relief.

Even the smell of him brings you comfort.

You suddenly feel a lot more relaxed and ready to cuddle with your son. Bucky didn’t know it, but you’ve been putting a lot of your self care on the back burner since you lost the baby. It all seems obsolete and time consuming, and your dreaded it everyday.

And without even asking Bucky noticed your distress, took care of you, and even remembered your skincare routine.

“Bucky would do that for anyone in my situation” is what you tell yourself. But Bucky knows and Thomas knows that Bucky still loves you, and he would do anything for you. He would be anything for you, even if you never wanted him as anything more than a friend. He would always be here. There was nowhere else he’d rather be.

You sighed and lifted your head from his chest. “Benny’s waiting, and he’s been really excited to show you the new books he got at school.” You smiled. It didn’t quite reach your eyes but it seemed genuine, and Bucky could bask in the little bit of joy you were expressing for just a moment. You hadn’t done that in so long.

“Y/n, you can go to bed, I’m sure Benny will understand.”

“No, Bucky. He’s just a kid, he shouldn’t have to understand what his mom is going through. And I’ll be damned if I let it affect my relationship with him anymore.” You pulled away, turning out the bathroom light. “Plus, I really like when we all spend time together as a family.”

Family. Bucky smiled. “Yeah me too.”

You followed in tow behind Bucky, as you stepped into Benny’s room.

You settled in on the right side of Benny’s bed, and Bucky was on the left. Benny was cutely wedged between the two of you.

For about 15 minutes, Bucky held one end of the book while you held the other, flipping the pages. Bucky read to Benny, per Benny’s request, and you would make all the sound effects the way you use to when he was littler.

Soon, you heard snoring and You and Bucky both chuckle at the sight. Benny was passed out. Hair in all kinds of directions, mouth open and drool on his chin.

“I guess tv nights with dad aren’t for the faint of heart.” You teased.

Bucky laughed quietly as he turned off the bedside lamp.

“Yeah, the Where’s Waldo puzzles got pretty wild.” He gave you a look and you giggled.

You both sat in silence, enjoying the presence of your sleeping kid.

“Bucky?” you whispered over Benny’s head.

“What?” He whispered back, looking at you in the moonlight that was peaking through Benny’s curtains.

“Thank you.” You said simply. You knew Bucky assumed you were saying thank you for taking care of you earlier tonight, but you meant it in so many ways for so many things, you couldn’t even count.

“You don’t have to thank me, Malyshka, you would do it for me.” He says softly, reaching his metal hand over and brushing some hair behind your ear.

Tonight was the most physical affection you’ve gotten in nearly 5 months, and you could feel yourself getting emotional. But you didn’t cry. You haven’t cried since that first night, it’s all seemed to dry up.

You smiled at Bucky, but he didn’t miss the sadness in your eyes.

Bucky’s hand dropped from your ear onto Benny’s pajama clad stomach. His metal arm always cooled down Benny while he slept.

A few moments passed, just the two of you listening to Benny’s snores. You had been so quiet that Bucky could have sworn you were asleep, until he heard you mutter something.

“He asked me what I was making for dinner.” It almost sounded like a confession.

Bucky didn’t know what to say because he was a bit confused, but he locked eyes with you and it encouraged you to continue.

You peered down to make sure Benny was really asleep before you unfolded yourself from the bed, cueing Bucky to do the same. He pressed a kiss to Benny’s head before following you out the door. You say at the top of the stairs waiting for Bucky to join you, and when he did, you continued.

“Thomas. The night I lost the baby, while I was in the hospital. He asked me what I was cooking for dinner, because he was hungry. And he said he was hungry because I made him miss his business dinner.”

Bucky could feel his blood boiling at the sound of you broken voice. Bucky never knew what happened in your hospital room. He was only mad at Thomas for not allowing you to have a funeral, like you had expressed you wanted to do. Bucky had never seen you in that kind of pain until that day, sitting in the back of the ambulance with you while you screamed and cried. You had no idea what to do, and once you had settled down, you expressed your desire to have a funeral for the baby. The only thing you asked for and Thomas vetoed it like some kind of law maker in your life. “It’s a waste of time and money”, he said.

“Y/n, honey, I know you don’t like me saying this, but Thomas is fucking asshole.” Bucking whispered the last words extra quiet incase little ears decided to wake up at any second.

You didn’t even argue, you just sighed and said “I just don’t wanna lose again.” You voice was so weak.

“Lose?”

“I lost you, I lost my baby, I almost lost Benny because I’m so depressed. I can’t lose anything else Bucky, no matter what it is. I can’t take another loss.”

“Baby, you didn’t lose me.” And yeah, maybe Bucky should cool it with the pet names for his ex-girlfriend/baby-mama who’s remarried, but he can’t. You are his baby, his honey, his sweetheart, his malyshka. There’s no one else who’d take your place, in a million years.

“I lost you way before we split, you know that.” You exhaled.

“No, Honey-” Bucky started but you interrupted him.

“Stop calling me those names.” You said sternly.

“Why?” He was taken aback.

“Because I like when you call me them but I’m not your honey, no matter how much I want to be.” You admitted involuntarily.

“You want to be?” Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Of course I do Bucky. You were always my first choice.” You affirm his growing heart. He takes a second to bask in your confession before he realizes you’re probably just saying this out of emotional frustration.

“As much as I love hearing that, you have a husband, y/n. You never married me. You chose him.” Bucky wasn’t saying it in an accusatory, but more like trying to point it out to you.

“I have a husband on paper. A husband that won’t even touch me, or kiss me. He just wants me to sit and wait for him. He doesn’t love me, he loves that I let him control me.” You say, dropping your eyes in shame. “And as for you. I didn’t marry you because you were already married to the club. What we had was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love and I was ready to give up everything for you. I did, and you already gave up so much for me. I couldn’t ask you to give up the club too.”

“Y/n, if you asked me to, I would give it up right now just to sit at your feet until you called for me. I would sell everything I own just to wake up to you every morning. Y/n, you have no idea how much power you have over me, and yeah maybe it’s a little unhealthy but I’ve never trusted anyone with life the way I trust you because I know I can. I trust you enough to trust you.”

Your eyes were glossy and you could feel yourself getting torn up inside so you decided to lighten the mood.

“Not even Dot?”

Bucky’s heart melted all over again when he saw your teasing grin and mischievous eyes.

He laughs and says “she sure was crazy wasn’t she?”

You smiled bigger and nodded. Bucky sighs, looking over at you picking at your fingers, nervously.

“I’d give up everything for you and Benny. I just don’t wanna mess it up. Benny’s old enough to know now. Just the other day, he asked me why Thomas and I weren’t talking. He asked if we got into a fight.” You breathed out with some stress to your voice.

“Parents fight all the time, y/n. We’ll handle it as it comes. You’re an amazing mom, I can’t imagine you can screw it up too terribly.” Bucky chuckles, happy when he gets a smile from you.

“You’re an amazing dad too, Bucky.” You compliment him and he bashfully grins as he looks down.

He glances back up to see you still looking at him. You both lock eyes and there’s a tension lingering in the air from your sudden emotional conversation.

You don’t know when but you find yourselves leaning into each other but Bucky stops you.

“I’m sorry, y/n. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing than kissing you. But I don’t want you to regret it. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way. We’ll wait until you’re divorced. I just know you’ll beat yourself up over it if you don’t and I don’t want it to become something Thomas can hold over your head.”

A smile replaced your confused face. You brushed a hand over his. He knew you so well, always trying to protect you.

“You’re right. And since we’re making demands,”

“I wasn’t demanding you” he laughs at your exaggeration.

You don’t miss a beat while continuing. “I wanna real house. Not the garage. A small house that’s white and has a front porch swing.”

Bucky chuckles at your eagerness. “Whatever you want you will get.”

You squeeze Bucky’s hand. “I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you so much baby. I love you, I never stopped.” Bucky kisses your hand.

“I love you, never stopped.”

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I’m like 99% sure I won’t be able to watch the race on Sunday because I have my last exam of the session on Monday 😫

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Outta My League || Part 1

Charles Leclerc x Girl Band Lead Singer!Reader

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Summary: Charles realises he has it bad for the lead singer of the girl group Ferrari sponsors.

A/N Basically the reader is taking the place of Perrie from Little Mix but won’t be the same person to try and keep this inclusive. There will be a part two.

Requested By Anon: Hi bubs!I don't know if you're accepting requests but If you are,can you do a Charles Lecrerc one with girlgroup singer!reader? Something like,her group (could be little mix please?) are invited to a race by Ferrari (their sponsor too maybe?idk)to perform,and each of the girls are sporting one of the racers numbers to kinda support them and while they are performing Charles is just head over heels for reader? And he gets flustered because the other boys tease him for it and maybe he gets a little jealous too because he's not the only one there that tries to get her number and go out with her LOL. A little especific,sorry but you can add anything you want,feel free. Thank you love❤️

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Staring in the mirror at your reflection you took a deep breath, this would be the biggest performance of your life. When you were first approached with the idea of Formula One starting to bring in live music to the racing weekend, there was no way you could turn down the opportunity, especially with them being one of your biggest sponsors. Without them the group wouldn’t be what it was today, you owed them for your success.

Your stomach was churning, your skin felt clammy and your mind was spinning and it was all down to the nerves.

You couldn’t tear your gaze off your outfit that your manager had decided was right for this event. The longer you looked at it the more you hated it, how they thought that hot pants and push up bra and cut out crop top would be suitable for an event like this would always baffle you. Pairing it with the fact you were at Silverstone and the British weather was unpredictable at the best of times. This was just a recipe for disaster. The outfit only just covered everything it needed to cover, there was now way you were going out to perform wearing this.

Reaching for your oversized Ferrari hoodie and ripped jeans you quickly pulled the garments over your body feeling more comfortable as you stormed out of your dressing room going to find your manager.

The girls saw the pissed expression that graced your face and knew to keep their distance whilst you went to kick off. They knew you well enough that it was the outfit you weren’t happy with, they knew this meant so much to you, especially with your close connection to the racing scene and your close relationship with Sainz seeing as you grew up with him.

You didn’t bother knocking on your manager’s door as you barged in, interrupting her lunch.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?” she asked, looking up from her food.

“Tell me what the fuck the outfit you want us to wear is?” you snapped, folding your arms across your chest.

“You don’t normally have an issue with what you go out on stage in.” she said, raising her brow at you, not sure why there was an issue now.

“This isn’t a fucking tour gig.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at her, not caring if you were acting like a diva right now. “Do you really think that anyone here would be happy if the girl band they are sponsoring and putting their money into walked out to their first live music event wearing next to nothing?”

“The drivers would like it.” she shrugged, reaching for her coffee. “You and I both know that sex sells.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew you would have trouble when your previous manager had to step down for family reasons and she took over. All she cared about was money and practically pimping you and the other girls out.

“Fuck this,” you growled, spinning on the balls of your feet. “We won’t be performing in the thing you call a suitable outfit. I will find us something more suitable.” you spat over your shoulder, before storming away.

The sooner you got rid of Satan herself the better.

Now the pressure was on, you only had a couple of hours to come up with something more suitable for this evening.

As you rushed back to your dressing room the idea hit you.

Each of you would wear one of the driver’s shirts pairing it with a pair of ripped skinny jeans with the chequered flag pattern down the sides. A smile appeared on your face as you pictured the outfits, it would be perfect. All you needed to do was get hold of some shirts with the drivers number on the back.

Pulling your phone out of the pocket you dialled the one person you knew would be able to help.

“Carlos necesito tu ayuda. Carlos, I need your help.” you breathed as soon as he answered.

“¿Ahora que? What now?” he sighed, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, I just flipped out at our manager. The outfit she wanted us to go out in was barely an outfit.” you sighed, “She has completely lost her mind.”

“So where do I come into this?”

“I need you to get me some driver shirts.” you hummed, kicking your feet up on the table, leaning back on your chair. “I need two Ferrari shirts, with yours and Charles’ number on the back, one Alpha Tauri with Pierre’s number and one Mclaren with Danny’s number on.”

“When do you need these?” he asked, a playful tone in his voice.

“In an hour’s time.” you said quietly, knowing that you were pushing your luck on time.

“Buen trabajo te amo. Good job I love you.” he chuckled. “Gimmie half an hour and I will come to your dressing room.”

“You are the best.” you grinned, staring at your reflection. A feeling of relief washed over you as you said goodbye to Carlos, ending the call.

You knew he would be teasing you for your choice in shirt, he was the only driver to know who you had a crush on. A crush that had been hidden for many years.

Being childhood friends with Carlos meant you were well known through the paddock and not just as the lead singer in a girl band. Everyone treated you normally so whenever you needed an escape you tagged along with Carlos and the Ferrari crew. So you and Charles quickly built a solid relationship, you were always causing trouble, pulling pranks on Carlos and laughing till your stomachs hurt.

But you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way you did so you never pursued him.

-

“I couldn't get hold of any polo shirts with numbers on but I managed to convince people to give me their spare fire suit top.” Carlos grinned, strolling into the chill out room you and the girls were occupying.

Looking up from your phone, you grinned at your best friend as he automatically tossed Charles’ fire suit top. Instantly your senses were overwhelmed by Charles aftershave.

“Urm, did you just raid everyone’s dirty laundry?” You asked, raising your brow at Carlos who was standing smirking as he placed the remaining tops on the coffee table.

“Of course not.” He chuckled, the smirk on his face growing wider as he spoke. “But Char already had his on when I went searching and I just got lazy so I made him take it off and find his other one.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you knew he was still trying to play matchmaker between you and Charles. You weren’t sure why when you were adamant that Charles didn’t feel the same way.

Checking the time you realised that you were needed for a sound check in five minutes.

“Right you are gonna have to disappear.” you hummed, pushing yourself to your feet, giving him a hug before ushering him out of the room.

“See you in a bit,” Carlos smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Once he had left the room you sighed, knowing that you were going to be teased regarding your choice of driver’s shirt.

“Okay, you have the time it takes us to walk to the stage to take the piss outta me.” you laughed, tossing Charles’ shirt on the coffee table with the others, trying to ignore how the smell of his aftershave made you feel.

“Who said we were gonna tease you?” Jade smirked, following you out of the room.

“It would be the first time you didn’t” you laughed, as you guided the guys out to the stage.

“Everyone knows that you are so in love with Leclerc.” she winked, “I swear any time you are near him you get literal heart eyes and you get all giggly.”

“I do not.” you pouted, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Babes, you really do.” Jesy joined in, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Everyone can see it, bar you and Charles.”

“Whatever” you huffed, shrugging off her arm before climbing up onto the stage.

You needed to push the thoughts of Charles out your mind, you slipped your in-ear monitor in ready to get this sound check out of the way so you could chill out, maybe bugging some of the drivers before the show.

-

Charles was sitting in the Ferrari motor home when he heard the angelic sound of your voice, the sound alone made his heart beat double in speed. It had been a couple of months since he had last seen you due to the latest tour. During that time he thought he could get over this crush he had on you but it was no use, with every instagram update and facetime you had with Carlos he felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

When he found out that you and the girls would be performing after the race at Silverstone he thought he was going to burst with excitement. Pushing himself to his feet he found himself following the sound of your voice, it was a natural reaction and he couldn’t wait to see you doing what you loved.

The closer he got he felt his heart rate increasing, his palms were starting to get clammy and his stomach was flipping.

He didn’t want you spotting him so he hid behind one of the concrete barriers of the track. He felt himself sink down until he was sitting on the floor leaning against the concrete letting his eyes flutter closed listening to the sound of your voice.

“Je savais qu'il serait ici. I knew he would be here.” Pierre shouted over his shoulder to Carlos and Daniel. “He is never too far away from Y/N.”

“Can’t a guy just have some peace?” he sighed, running his hands over his face.

“I mean it is a bit stalkery.” Daniel shrugged, with a large smirk on his face.

“I just like her voice okay.” Charles said quietly, knowing that he wasn’t telling the truth.

The moment he knew you would be performing he knew he would get teased to fuck, Carlos, Pierre and Daniel all knew how badly he was crushing on you but never seemed to have the confidence to do anything about it.

Every time you two were together it was cute to watch, it was like you were the perfect match for each other but both were too blind to see it.

However he was saved from the teasing for a few hours as all of their phones went off with the notification that it was time to get ready for the race. Charles needed to push you from his mind and get focused on the next couple of hours of driving. But it wasn’t an easy task, especially with you being here.

-

Taking a deep breath you wrapped your fingers around the microphone, it was nearly time to walk out onto the stage and your nerves were in pieces. You knew it was risky walking out in Charles’ fireproof top along with the choice of songs you were singing tonight.

3 songs, that's all you were singing tonight and all of them were written with Charles in mind. You couldn’t help yourself, he was always the one you thought about when it came to writing new music. Two songs were the groups and then you were performing a cover of Yellow.

You had to remind yourself on how to breathe, the thoughts of Charles were taking your breath away. The feeling of Jesy’s hand on your shoulder brought you back to the real world.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Now or never right?” you shrugged, before you strutted out onto the main stage with the girls behind you.

The cheers and whistles brought a smile to your face but you still found yourself scanning the crowd for the one person you wanted to see the most. The moment you locked eyes with him on the front row you swore it was like you had just been punched in the stomach.

Charles watched in awe as you did what you did best up on stage, his heart practically stopped when he realised why Carlos stole his fireproof top earlier today. Seeing you wearing it made him realise he never wanted to see you in anyone else's clothes, he knew that was ridiculous as you weren't dating but it ignited something deep inside of him. The way you had styled it with your ripped skinny jeans, paired with your hair and make up, he felt all of his self control come apart at the seams. He was sure he had heart eyes right now but he didn’t care, you were taking all his attention and practically setting his world on fire.

“He has it so bad.”

“This is more than just a crush, boys.”

“Little Leclerc is in love.”

“They need to get together.”

“I swear I am going to have to lock them in a room together.” Carlos smirked, knowing it would gain his team mates attention and it did. “I keep trying to make them both see what's in front of them but they are both so blind.”

“What are you on about?” Charles asked, raising his brow at Carlos. “She is completely outta my league, there isn’t a chance that she would be into someone like me.” he said, trying not to let his voice crack as he spoke the words that caused his heart to ache.

“You two are both so dumb at times.” he laughed, slapping his hand down on Charles’ back.

“Écoute les paroles. Listen to the lyrics.” Pierre nodded, smirking at his best friend. “Ils sont à propos de toi. They are about you. Hell they are even doing a cover of Yellow by Cold Play.”

Charles froze at Pierre’s statement, he felt his cheeks starting to heat up as he realised his friends were right. These weren’t just random songs you girls had decided to perform, this was you trying to reach out to Charles on the sly and he was too dumb to see it. The fact you chose his number to wear over Carlos’, the fact you were singing Cold Play.

Everything was starting to fall into place in his head now.

Turning his attention to you he let out a long breath, running his hand over his face as you locked eyes with each other. The feeling was intense and it made Charles feel like there was nobody else surrounding him, it was just you and him.

He felt his eyes starting to burn from tears he didn’t realise had built up.

He needed to do something, he needed a plan. He needed you as his girl.

And nothing was going to stop him.

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Hey guys I know some of you are waiting for my unfinished series, and I promised that I still have intention to finish them. I’m just having trouble finding inspiration for them, so I’m trying to write what I have inspiration for because otherwise I would end up writing nothing. But their time will come I promise.

Also I’m gonna post in the next days a taglist because I’m losing my mind everytime (I would probably simplify them)

Anyway…. I may post a Captain Syverson work later today 👐🏻