Hi Can I Please Be Added To The Henry Cavil Tag List If You Are Still Writing. Thanks

Hi can I please be added to the Henry cavil tag list if you are still writing. Thanks

Yes of course. I still intend to write for Henry Cavill and to write in general, I‘m trying to get back to it. once i start  posting again Ill be sure to tag you

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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Apparently I felt like hurting myself because I rewatch the Gp of the Bahrain…

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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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."

Never Stopped

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

I do NOT give consent for my work to be republished anywhere!!

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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.”