THE INVESTIGATION

THE INVESTIGATION

Summery: They should have seen it coming… Ferrari was going to conduct an internal investigation about some of the races, even though the championship wasn’t even over yet. (This is pure fiction and it probably won’t be accurate, not even a little bit. I am no expert, everything is made up).

Warnings: this is not proofread. Poor English, not even a little bit of accuracy, not very Mattia Binotto friendly

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

The age of the reader is not specified but in my head she just a little bit older than Charles, like 27-30 years old but that’s just in my head

You were standing there, just staring at the building, trying to breath: you knew that as soon as you were to enter the building you couldn’t be your usual self, you were going to be what was asked of you and most importantly what was needed of you.

You already knew what most of the people inside that building were going to think of you, what they were going to call you, you already knew because it was always the same: they were going to think you were a bitch, the mean lady- or pretentious little girl as some liked to call you for your young age- that was going to ruin their life. As if you were happy when your presence ended in people getting fired.

The building was towering over you in a scaring way, even scarier was thinking what your presence here meant. If you could have chosen you wouldn’t be here, your job wasn’t going to be pretty but you knew someone had to do it and who better than you.

“You’re not gonna believe this, but somehow the press knows already”- James, your assistant, said interrupting your thoughts

You kept your eyes on the building in front of you but hummed so he knew you had heard him

“But you already knew that”- he was looking at you with knowing eyes

“I did”- you said still looking at the building

“You were the one leaking the news, weren’t you?”- he asked, even if he already knew the answer to that

“Yes, it was me”

“Why? We’re gonna lose the element of surprise”- James not always understood your moves, you knew that, as you knew he wasn’t asking to undermine your decision but to understand it better

“We don’t need to surprise them, we need to put some pressure on them”- you took a deep breath and started to walk, your team behind you.

The little bit of fear, you were feeling a moment before, was already gone: you were here to do a job and you were going to nail it like you always did.

(Just to be clear this GIF doesn’t imply that the reader is white, it’s just the only one I found.)

The guard at the front of the building had been eyeing you and your team since you had arrived; you were sure he wasn’t used to new people trying to get in the building unless a tour had been scheduled for the day, and you didn’t think the man had been informed of your arrival.

You tried to wear your most reassuring smile and approached the door

“Buongiorno”- (Good Morning) the guard mirrored your smile

“Buongiorno, scusi il disturbo. È possibile entrare?”- you asked (Good morning and sorry for the trouble. Can we come in?)

“Mi dispiace signora, ma il complesso non è aperto per le visite oggi”- (I’m so sorry madame, but it’s not possible to visite the building today) you could tell the man was actually sorry for you and you sincerely smiled at him. It was always nice to meet kind people during a, what you were sure, was going to be a though day, if not weeks of work.

“Lo so, sono qui per vedere il Signor Binotto, qualcosa mi dice che mi sta aspettando”- (I know, I’m here to see Mr Binotto, I’m sure he’s waiting for me by now) the man looked a little bit startled, confirming your suspension that still very few people knew what was going to happen even if you had leaked the news. Despite his surprise, the guard didn’t hesitate to call the team principal

“Grazie, possiamo aspettare qui?” - you asked getting a positive nod from the man (Thank you, can we wait here?)

You and your team hadn’t been waiting long that Mattia Binotto appeared in the hall

“Salve”- he was smiling but you could see suspicious in his eyes: he couldn’t be sure but he knew who you were

“Hello Mr Binotto, I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I’m sure you have been informed of my arrival”- you said smiling at the man.

“Yeah I was informed this morning”

“Good, so without further ado, I would like to start today by looking at the cars and at the reports of the races you have run until now this year. I’m gonna need to talk with some of your employees, of course I don’t think I’ll be able to do all today but- “ you weren’t looking at the man while talking, too taken by the schedule you had made for yourself and your time on your iPad, so you hadn’t seen the look Binotto was giving you, but you heard the harsh tone with which he stopped your speach

“I don’t know who you think you are but you can’t come here and…”- you were usually a polite person and you didn’t like interrupting people, but you had learned long ago that with some people if you let them squished you once they were gonna do it again and again.

You knew you and Binotto were playing a game to see who had the upper hand right now and you almost wanted to laugh at the man for thinking even for a second you were going to “bow” to him.

“Let me stop you right there dear, I don’t care what you think Mr Binotto. I’m here to do a job and I’m gonna do it with or without your help, but let me give you a piece of advice : when I write my final report you’re gonna want me to say that the team principal was very accommodating and provided all the help we needed during our investigation. Because at the end of this investigation, if my report is not gonna be very positive, it’s possible that some head are gonna fall”- yeah you could be over the top sometimes, but you needed this man to understand the seriousness of the situation and you weren’t sure he had yet.

“Are you threatening ing me? Do you think you’re the first person trying to come for my job?”- Binotto said

“Don’t make me laugh, I don’t want your job or anyone else’s. I love my job, I’m good at it and I love Ferrari, that’s why I was sent here. And just to make myself clear, I’m not threatening you not anyone else. If everyone has done his job as they should have, you have nothing to fear from me; but if something doesn’t add up I’m gonna find out, and I’m gonna vividly recommend to fire who is not performing well and can I tell you a little secret, I have found out that usually when you cut the problem at the top , you have more chance to fix it and progress from there. Now are you gonna show me what I need or do I have to find it for myself?”

“This way, but I’m gonna ask for you to be the only one in the room, there are some confidential information”-Binotto said

“Of course me and my team are gonna be very discreet about it”- you smiled

“Your team? Absolutely not”

“I’m tired already”- you whispered and you could hear your team softly laughing at you- “I’m a very smart woman, but I’m not such a know-all to think I can correctly evaluate everything without my strategist, my engineer, my mechanic and go on. “

“If you need any information you can count on my team to help you, if something is not clear to you”- he was still defying you, but you weren’t scared a minute before and you weren’t going to start now. The little fear you had once felt, disappeared as soon as you entered the building.

“Yeah I’m sure your team would be so eager to show me any possible mistakes. You can whine as much as you want, but I have full access to every inch of this establishment and everything it contain, nothing can go out until my investigation is over, just to be clear . My team has the same access as me and that’s that. If you’re not happy about it, you can complain with your CEO since he’s the one who sent me here. Now I’m done with waisting my time.” - you stopped looking at Binotto all together. You had tried to be nice but you weren’t going to waste any more of your time- “Signor Giovanni vero?”- you said moving your attention to the guard at the front (Mister Giovanni right?)

“Si signora” (yes madam)

“Signor Giovanni, da questo momento fino a quando non sarò io a dirle differentemente, nessun documento può uscire da questo edificio senza la mia autorizzazione. Quindi dovrò chiederle di controllare qualsiasi borsa, qualsiasi zaino, qualsiasi busta in uscita e in ingresso. Se le sto chiedendo troppo, non esiti a farmelo presente e le affiancheremo qualcuno per aiutarla fino a quando non toglierò il disturbo”- (Mr Giovanni, from now on and since I tell you otherwise nothing, not even a blank piece of paper, can leave or enter this building without my authorization. So I’m gonna need you to check every purse, every backpack everything that goes out or in the building.If I’m asking too much of you, please let me know and I’ll be sure to find someone to help you until my job here is done)- you smiled trying to be as reassuring as possible, you weren’t here to make friends but you could try not to make too many enemies at least, beside Mattia Binotto of course. You could feel his eyes burning holes in your head and you almost smirked at him, you didn’t necessarily want to antagonize him but man, did he need to be put in his place.

“Certamente signora, farò quello che chiede”- Giovanni said (of course madam, I’ll do as you ask)

“Oh no, non mi chiami signora la prego o mi farà sentire vecchia. La ringrazio per la sua gentilezza Signor Giovanni, le lascio il numero del mio assistente, non esiti a chiamare per qualsiasi motivo, meglio una domanda in più che una in meno.” (Don’t call me Madam please or I’m gonna feel too old. I really appreciate your kindness Mr Giovanni, I’m gonna leave you my assistant’s number, please call him if you have any questions or need any help)

You smiled once again at the man before looking at your team again

“James please be sure to explain to Mr Giovanni what we need from him and if needed stay with him as long as necessary. Now we are gonna…-“ you stopped to look at the front once again when you felt eyes on you. There at the entrance , there were none other than Carlo Sainz and Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari drivers

“Hello Mr Leclerc, Mr Sainz”- you smiled at the drivers, trying to control your inner fangirl. -“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Y/n Y/l/n, I’m gonna try my best not to interfere too much with your work, the last think we want is for the drivers to lose their focus. I’m here to make sure you have all the elements to succeed. This being said, I’m gonna leave you to your day, I’m sure we’ll have the time to talk. Have a good day”- You looked one last time at the drivers: Carlos was faintly smiling, it was clear he was unsure how to behave himself but he didn’t want to be rude, if you had to bet he had read the news of the investigation. Your eyes met the other driver’s eyes Charles, and you felt your heartbeat skipping a second, you could almost lose yourself in the green of his eyes.

You looked at his lips and damn it if they didn’t look enticing, you really wanted to know how they felt like, you could only hope he knew how to use those sinful lips, it would be such a shame otherwise.

A smirk appeared on his face and that was enough to clear your mind and let you focus on the task at hand once again.

You took a breath and turned around, you couldn’t lose your focus, even though…. Nope, not going there.

You nodded at your team and started walking like you were the owner of the room like your mother had thought you.

“Let’s go guys , we have work to do”- you looked at Mattia Binotto once again before leaving the room… it was going to be a tough job and you were pretty sure the principal had no intention of helping you.

And as though you didn’t have enough problems already, you needed to make sure to have as little interaction as possible with Charles Leclerc.

I’m just gonna dump this here and run 😂

I don’t know what this is really

English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated 😊

Masterlist

The one with “Spill your Guts”

Summery: Henry is a guest on The Late Late Show with James Corden and let something slipped out

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Henry was actually rethinking the whole thing: everything smelled awful and he couldn’t help but gag. It was going to be a long night.

James Corden, sat in front of him, and was already laughing

“Welcome back everyone, I’m James Corden and I’m here with Henry Cavill and we are going to play one of our favorite games “Spill your Guts or Fill your Guts”. Are you ready Henry”- James asked

“I really really am not. I’m thinking about running away”- he laughed

“It’s too late for that; but let’s get back to our game. So here is how it works I will ask a question, you can either choose to answer the question or eat the food I pick. Let’s have a look at the food here: hot sauce, salmon ice cream, we’ve got cow tongue, a thousand years old egg, pig blood curd and our old time favorite the bull penis”- James said laughing - “so do you wanna start, or should I ask first?”

“I can start, so I have to decide what to give you right?”- Henry asked - “ok, let’s see I’d like to give you the cow’s tongue.”- he took the card with the questions and slightly smiled -“oh man, this gonna be a tough one to answer to”

“Really”- Corden asked

“James which product that you’ve been paid heavily to endorse do you not use?”

The question was soon followed by the public clapping their hands, it was clear they couldn’t wait for the answer

“I told you it was gonna be a tough one”- Henry said -“ ok chase bank, curry coffe or Apple Music”

James took a deep breath

“Ok chase bank, curry coffe and Apple Music which of those products I don’t use”- he repeated while thinking. It was clear he was having trouble choosing what to do - “ok… well…”- he added while taking the cow’s tongue -“ I think I’m gonna… Yep”- he took a huge bite of the tongue

“Oh my god”- Henry was astonished- “it must taste awful”

“It sure does”- James laughed -“it’s your turn bud, I’m gonna give you the hot sauce. I’m being nice here as you can see. So the question is”- he started laughing -“to the nearest million how much do you make a year”

Everyone in the audience started laughing along with Corden

“Well… cheers”- said Henry before drinking the hot sauce. His eyes were nearly watering… -“it’s good, I’m probably going to have hiccups so don’t mind me. I’m choosing again right… I’m gonna go with some pig blood curd, it looks delicious doesn’t it”- Henry asked the audience laughing once he saw James gagging already

“I wanna remember you it’s gonna be your turn again next…”

“Ok ok the question. Peter rabbit, emoji movie, trolls rank them from worst to best”

“I feel so bad though, because I like all the people that worked on those films but I can’t eat that”- James said after smelling the curd once again

“If you pinch your nose it’ll go down easier I think”- Henry laughed

“Come on. Ok I’m gonna answer it, there is no way I’m gonna eat that. I’ll rank them best to worst, so number one Peter Rabbit, number two trolls, number three emojii movie. There done it”- James answered earning the cheering of the audience -“ Now it’s your turn again Cavill are you ready?”

“Not at all”

“Ok so I’m gonna give you the salmon ice cream and here’s the question: who is the celebrity that has your number that you wish didn’t”- James read the card

“Oh my god this is a terrible game”- Henry laughed -“whose idea was it… I mean after what you put me through today, probably you… I’m kidding, I’m kidding.. well I’m not totally kidding”

James couldn’t stop laughing

“I bet you’re regretting answering my call and accepting my invite, aren’t you”- Corden asked

“I totally am, I don’t know if I’ll ever pick up the phone again”- Henry asked - “Is my answer valid or should I eat the ice cream?”- he asked the audience

EAT, EAT, EAT

Screamed the audience and Henry groaned before taking a spoon and eating a chunk of ice cream

“It tastes awful if you were wondering”- Henry said to the audience - “ok let’s see I’m gonna give you the one thousand years old egg because that smells really awful and I don’t wanna be the one eating it. So James name two of the cameraman that are here right now”

James tried to look around before eating the egg without saying anything

“Good?”- asked Henry

“Tasty”- jokes James -“so now I’m gonna give you some bull penis”

“Well thank you, I haven’t had some penises in a while”- Henry chuckled

“If you had to choose between Gal Gadot and Anya Chalotra, who would you date?”- James asked

“Oh my god”- Henry closed his eyes trying to figure out how to get out of that one

“Well they are both your costar and they’re both beautiful women”

“You’re putting me in a tough spot James, if I answer this question my wife will never let me live it down”- Henry groaned

“Wait what… wife?”- James asked evidently excited about Henry’s word

Silence filled the studio, it was clear everyone was astonished by what just came out. No one wanted to miss not even a word

“Oh damn I wasn’t supposed to say that”

“So let’s put aside the game because you know it’s my show and I can do whatever I want. Henry are you married”- James was confused. He always tried to be informed about his guests and he would have guaranteed Henry wasn’t even in a relationship until a minute ago

“Oh my god, I’m so gonna sleep on the couch tonight. Can’t I just eat the bull penises, it seems more appealing than answering your question right now”- Henry didn’t know how to get out of this one. He knew you would only pretend to be mad about his slipped out but he should have been more careful. You weren’t hiding per se, you were just careful because you knew that every time people knew about his relationships they would always have something to say about them. He just wanted to protect you and you both wanted to protect your privacy and your relationship.

Anyway dwelling on it wasn’t going to help, he had to decide how to answer now.

“Ok ok. Forgive me love”- Henry said looking at the camera before turning towards James Corden once again -“If someone didn’t hear me a couple of minutes before, yes I’m married”

“There are so many questions… can we know with whom, how did you two met, how long have you been married? In other words tell us everything you can”- James said and Henry couldn’t help but chuckled at the man enthusiasm

“Well her name is Y/n, we met on the set of The Tudors actually, she played my mistress in the last season. We lost contact for a while but we met again four years ago and we have been together ever since. We got married last year”- Henry smiled like he always did when he talked about you.

“Well you have heard here first… but Henry you have to eat the bull penis now”- James laughed -“I’m joking I’m joking”- he stopped Henry who had taken the cup ready to eat-“Henry thank you for coming here and for the scoop really”

You were at home on the couch looking your husband outing your relationship on tv.

“Well Kal, look what your dad did… what do you say should we forgive him?”- you asked the pup. He barked, always ready to defend his human

“Ok ok I’ll forgive him, but I’ll make him work for it”- you smiled already planning Henry’s road to forgiveness.

I have a thing for writing about talk show if you hadn’t noticed

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My taglists are so confusing really, so if I forgot someone or I tagged someone who I wasn’t supposed to, please know that I’m sorry and let me know.

English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

I’m pissed off with Ferrari once again… seriously PISSED OFF!!!

Communications and Confessions

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Request: Heyyy could you please write a drabble/headcanon about Charles' communications manager behaving distantly all of a sudden because she realised she has feelings for him but then he confronts her about it, it gets a little angsty and turns out he has feelings for her too?

Warnings: bit of cursing.

a/n: i was supposed to directly answer the ask but ended up mistakenly deleting it. Luckily, i managed to copy it before 😅 also, i’m aware this is a bit more like a short imagine but i honestly couldn’t figure out how to write this as a drabble so bear with me pls!!

Somehow, over the last few race weekends, things had changed so quickly between you and Charles.

Sure, you were collegues and when you first found out how close in age the two of you were, you thought it would make things easier, especially when you became friends really quickly. If only you knew.

Fast forward a little while, you started dreading race weekends.

As his communication manager, you were often the first person he saw after the races. The first consolations were always from you and you always were one of the few first people he would hug after a win. The friendship the two of you shared definetly made that part of the job easier and less awkward. For a while, at least.

Now, you had went back to the uncomfortable shyness that had being lingering around when the two of you were first introduced last season, simply because you caught feelings for him when you knew you shouldn’t have.

Therefore, the only solution you could come up with was to distance yourself, emotionally at least and just hope for the best. The post-race hugs turned into high-fives, hanging out when it wasn’t work-related was a thing of the past and the small chatters and whispers the two of you would exchange during team meeting were long gone as well.

About three race weekends into the second half of the season, and after zero communication during summer break, Charles had enough of the unexplained cold shoulder you were giving him.

He found himself unable to stay silent about it when you greated him with pursed lips and a sorry look after the Dutch GP, immediately walking in front of him to the media pen instead of giving him the hug he was so used to getting, the one thing he looked forward to after a race.

He hid his annoyance-tinged surprise and rushed through the interviews, being a bit more curt with the interviewers than what was appreciated and what you had recommended.

You thought he had misunderstood your advice due to the way you had panicked and tripped over your words when he had leaned down to hear you, his hand on your back as you walked to the media pen.

"You didn't have to be so short with them." You noted to him as the two of you walked away from the cameras and microphones.

"You don't have to be so short with me either but, oh well. You can't always get what you want."

His defensive response startled you as the two of you made your way into the motorhome, Charles now way ahead of you, his steps hurried as he loosened the collar of his suit.

Sighing, you followed him up to him driver’s room where he immediately turned to face you.

“So… Care to explain why we’re back to strictly professional interactions?” He let himself fall into a chair, one of his arms hanging over its back as he sat challengingly.

At first, you attempted to tell him you weren't being short with him and that if you were, it wasn't on purpose but he wasn't buying it so you gave up and told him you needed to get going.

He quickly closed the door of the tiny room and blocked the way to it.

"You won't even look at me, ma chère. And i believe there's a hug i have been robbed of."

"Quit the dramatics, Charles. I need to leave."

“You’re not leaving until i figure out what the fuck changed.”

Even then, you couldn't meet his eyes, especially with the underlying disappointment in them from the race. That would just make you want to wrap him in the biggest hug. Yeah, he got P3 but you out of all people knew how little that meant to him.

“Nothing changed!” Your voice rose.

“Yes, exactly. I’m not an idiot so don’t try to get me to believe that.”

Your rubbed at your eyes in frustration, your heart racing as you realized you had no clue about how you would get yourself out of this situation.

“Why do you even care? We were barely even friends.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Ouch!” He grimaced, “You’re telling me all that shit meant nothing?” He tried to catch your eyes but it was all in vain.

“No… I don’t- Charles, it’s still… Fuck, i don’t know!”

"You know, for a communication manager, you're shit at communicating." He said while leaning back against the door, the suit now hanging off his hips.

"There's really nothing to communicate, Charles."

"Tell me, please."

“Tell you what?!” You faked cluelessness.

“I’m not stupid. Please, just say it, whatever it is.”

Silence reigned as your thoughts raced.

“Please.” Charles still insisted.

“Charles, please don’t make me do this.” You pleaded while tears threatened to pool in your eyes bit you immediately wiped them away, making sure he didn’t notice them.

But he did.

“Fuck…” was his response to that, taking a step closer to you, his body frozen with worry now, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You sighed and looked away before murmurng the words in a whisper that was barely audible, "I kinda like you."

You checked for Charles' reaction out of the corner of your eye and found his brows raised in surpise, a slight smile on his face, all the worry disappearing in an instant. His heart was racing at those four words.

"Don't say anything." You held a hand up at him, "I'll go resign and disapper into some underground hole on the other side of the planet, maybe even on another planet altogether, forget f1 and ferrari ever existed and then we can pretend we never knew each other to begin with. Simple and easy. It's just a crush, you know? It’s no big deal, right? It-" You tried delaying having to face his reaction by rambling.

"God, do you ever shut up?" He cut you off with a laugh as he moved even closer to you, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you closer before guiding your arm onto his shoulder while his wrapped around your waist.

"What are you doing?" You questioned, retracting your hand and looking at him weirdly for a millisecond while your heart was thretening to beat out of you chest.

"Responding to the confession." He smiled, "Look at me a little."

The second you did, his lips were on yours in a delicate and quick kiss that took you by suprise and made you blush and resist a smile until he pulled away and smiled widely at you himself.

"Just like i imagined, even better than the hugs." He said before hugging you tightly anyway, his face hidden in your neck this time as he whispered to you.

"Just in case you didn't get the hint, i like you too."

I don’t even know if I’m going somewhere with this but you know 🤷🏻‍♀️… but let me know what you think

This is a continuation of this

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 😫

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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