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Happiness Will Come To You.

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— Mob!Bucky

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Imagine taking this young promising kid and putting him into your academy program, watching him grow into a talented young man, going through the junior formulae and winning everything there is to win. Eventually you promote him to the Big Team because it feels like the logical next step, even if you’re hesitant to take a chance on a young driver because it’s generally not the team’s MO. But he’s not just any young driver, he’s one of your own, a prodigy, a triumphant success story - the formula works, the academy provides a crop of new and exiting drivers. This is the way forward, this is what will shape the team’s future. And then once you have him, once he’s got three full seasons with you under his belt, once he’s shown he’s mature and sensible enough to lead the team to greatness…you just consistently fail him. You fail to prioritise him and maximise his chances. You not only stand by but actively hinder him on his way to what could be his first title. And for what? If only they gave him back a FRACTION of Charles puts into the team…If only.

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I don't know if this is just me but I can't help but feel that these days people (especially on twitter, i saw a few posts literally minutes ago) have made it seem as if getting pole isn't a big deal or shouldn't deserve praise. One lap pace is an extremely valuable quality of a driver because not only does it need precision and getting the best out of your car, but also it means less cars to overtake. Charles has great quali AND race pace, i find the pole to wins conversation around him extremely lacking in context. Like this season alone he should have won in Spain (he was literally leading by half a minute and then the engine failed on him). He should have won in Monaco but team strategy fucked him over. He should have also won in Baku (he was in the lead and the safety car would have played in his favour had the engine not given up on him). That's five (ideal) wins out of 7 poles, how is that not amazing?!?

I am starting to loathe the "he'll get the pole on saturday only for rbr to win it on Sunday" like NO! Shut up, he will win it if things that are out of his control play in his favour.

I am tired of negativity, when charles said that negativity when bad things happens is too much (and vice versa), he was right and that kind of fandom culture is toxic. It was the reason I stopped opening twitter and made this side blog instead (sorry i still don't know how to operate it) because while people still talk, the amount of it is far lesser.

Charles has consistently shown both amazing overtaking and defence skills while maintaining lap pace and this is the reason people who are actually important to the sport (commentators, that is not you) know he should never be counted out.

The second he gets the team and a reliable fast car, it's over for everyone because he would have been leading the ************* if it wasn't for the above-mentioned.

I just need people to stop discrediting him in any way possible, I'm tired of this going all season long only to have a "why charles leclerc was the most underrated driver this season" article again by one smart person because even chans are letting it happen.

To repeat it, he literally gained more than half a second in baku in a driver focused sector on others, if that doesn't show how incredible he is people just have a problem with bias clouding their objective judgement.

At the end of the day, those stupid comments aren't gonna change how talented my baby is and neither is it gonna change the way key people view him (there's a reason red bull, mercedes and ferrari were after him to sign him after his rookie season and the other two would still give up a kidney to get him in their teams today)

But honestly it just puts more pressure on Ferrari and him and if there is one thing the charles leclerc knows how to do, it's to *thrive* under pressure. His time will come because you simply cannot be predestined for such great things with the talent to back it, not amount to the said predestined thing. Either ferrari is going to get back their shine with him or they will always continue to flounder.

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honey,

there is no right way (i)

summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, unprotected sex, rough sex, violence, SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.

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Bills. Bills. Bills.

One day — one fine day you’d get to live the life you’ve always dreamed of. And a part of that dream was to have enough money to not worry about paying bills on time. But that day was not today.

Your eyes skimmed over all the various mails informing you of the due dates and the amount to be paid. This was not new to you, it happened every month but each time you felt like leaving everything and going somewhere secluded.

With a dramatic sigh, you placed all the bills in a drawer and stacked them neatly in accordance to their due dates and shut it back. You’ll see what to do when the time came.

“Don’t worry.” You were jerked out of your thoughts when Wanda placed her warm hand on your shoulder. “I know you’ll do it, and I can always help you. You know that right?”

Wanda was your best friend and she knew you better than you knew yourself. She was well off and married to Vision, who had now become your friend too.

You knew Wanda would help you at any moment you asked, but you didn’t want to. You could, and you had to solve your problems by yourself.

You ran a small yet cute bakery and today you had to deliver a very big order for a grand party arranged by none other than Bucky Barnes. That man literally ran New York and you were super nervous if he would like your cupcakes and pastries and sandwiches.

It wasn’t his first time though, every morning his right hand man, Steve Rogers, came to your place to get a coffee. Apparently the mob boss didn’t trust anyone except his best friend to not poison his coffee.

Wanda, ever the best friend, had come over to help you prepare these delicacies. “Thank you Wanda. You’re the best. I’ve done this before and I’ll do it this time too.” You were very lucky to have Wanda in your life.

“I believe in you. Now let’s pack these sweet cakes before I gobble them down.” You both chuckled and got back to precisely placing everything in the boxes. Once it was done, you loaded them in your car and started towards your destination.

Once you reached, you couldn’t help but gawk at the magnificence of the house. It was absolutely huge and lavish and honestly the best house you’d ever seen.

The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior, expensive rugs and curtains, impressively comfortable couches and seats, and spectacular showpieces which were probably cost more than your house.

You hadn’t ever seen Bucky in person, but from what you had seen in pictures, he was dashingly handsome and the aura he exuded was absolutely commanding. He seemed very sure of himself and what he wanted, and probably that was what made him different from the rest.

The party was yet to begin, and you and Wanda were led to kitchen by a man named Walker as you carried the boxes in your hand. You both sighed with relief when you placed the boxes on the counter as the most dreaded order was finally complete.

“That’s all. Thank you for your service.” He replied in a practiced tone and then turned around and started to walk away. You passed Wanda a look. “You’re welcome. But what about the payment?”

“Your cakes getting served at Boss’ house is an honour itself. Be contended with that.” You stared at him with utter disbelief. “What the fuck do you mean by that? You’re not going to pay me?”

You had worked your ass off since early morning and had made preparations from even before and this man had the audacity to tell you that he wasn’t giving you your hard earned money.

“First of all, I won’t tolerate that tone with me. Lower your voice down. And second, I’m not going to pay you. Consider this a gift from your side to boss and just leave.”

There was not a single chance in hell that you were going to leave without your money. “But Steve always pays me. Where is Steve? I want to talk to him.” Steve was genuinely a good guy and you knew he’d help you.

“He doesn’t have time for some worthless things like these. Now go before I make you leave.” You clenched your teeth and formed fists with your hands. “You know what? I’ll sue you in court and then let’s see who wins.”

It was the worst threat you could give, but you didn’t have anything else. Wanda pulled your hand and call for your attention and mouthed a ‘let’s go.’ You stubbornly shook your head and refused.

“You are gonna sue me? And how are you gonna do that, you poor helpless thing? tsk tsk tsk. The judges are all on our payroll and they’ll make sure you’re the one who is ruined.” Walker said condescendingly.

Once he completed his ranting, a small wicked smile spread on your lips. You pulled out your phone from your pocket and held it in front of his face. “All that you just said is recorded right in this phone.”

Walker’s eyes widened, “Delete that.” He was visibly tense at your unexpected move. “I don’t think so.” Wanda was scared for her life while you had smugness written on your face.

He swiped his hand ahead to get a hold of your mobile but you swiftly put it behind your back. “Break it all you want but I’ve already forwarded it to my friends.”

“Listen to me you bitch, you better delete that, or else you won’t like what would happen next.” Though walker was threatening you, you could see sweat beginning to form at his temples.

“I could send this to your rivals and they’d love to screw you up as this is a clear proof of your illegal activities like bribing the judges in court. But I will definitely delete this if you pay me double my money. So the ball is in your court, you poor helpless thing.” You said repeating his words.

“Double? That’s impossible.” He said exasperated. “Okay then I’ll send it.” You pretended to scroll through your phone. “Okay wait. I’ll pay you. Delete that.”

“Fine.” Walker searched his wallet for a wad of cash and handed it over to you. You mock saluted him and showed him your phone devoid of any voice message and turned around to leave.

Once you and Wanda were out of that house, Wanda started yelling at you. “Were you out of your mind? You could’ve died there. Do you know who these people are?”

“Don’t worry Wanda, we are safe aren’t we? And I got double the money I was expecting! This is gonna pay a lot of my bills. And I didn’t record anything, that walker was a fool to believe my words. It was written across his face that he’s all talk no action.”

While you were happy with your little stunt, you were unaware of the amused eyes following your every move. A huge smile was gracing Bucky’s face as he looked at you from behind the curtains.

Bucky had been walking through his house with Steve at his side when he had heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. This party was important to him as it would strengthen his relations with Tony Stark and he wanted it to go smoothly.

Annoyed with whoever it was causing a ruckus in his house, he had walked up to the door with the intention of firing them. But then he’d heard what you were saying and stopped himself from going in further.

Bucky had ordered John Walker to see that today’s party went well. He had giving John enough money to pay for everything needed but what he hadn’t expected was for John to be such a bastard and pocket that money himself. Bucky wasn’t a man who forgave people and John was definitely going to get fired.

Bucky was honestly impressed with your quick wit; and that was saying something. He had met a lot of people from different walks of life and not many surprised him anymore, but you did.

Once you had left the kitchen, Bucky had followed quietly behind you. And for a moment even he had thought you had a recording until he heard you say otherwise to your friend.

“Who’s she?” Bucky finally asked Steve as he saw through his window as you and your friend left in your car. “She runs the bakery I get you bagels from every morning.”

Bucky still had a taste of your confectionaries on his tongue. He loved your baking but hadn’t thought even in his wildest dreams that you would be so beautiful and bright.

He saw the all encompassing fire burning in your eyes, and he craved it. “Find everything you can about her. And make everyone understand that she’s mine.”

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Can you do a drabble with the prompts “come to bed” and “thank you for taking care of me”?

Of course! I really enjoyed writing this.

I've Got You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Life's always sweeter when you're by each other's side.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Part 2 of me failing to write a drabble.

The warm water pelting down on him nearly drowns out the tune he’s humming. He doesn’t recognize what song it is, but he reckons it’s something he used to know. After lathering the shampoo into his hair for a little while longer, he turns around to rinse it out. The suds are thick as they run down the expanse of his back, and just as he’s about to start humming a new verse, the bathroom door opens and he quiets. The sound of the last fleeting notes makes a small smile grace your lips. At least he’d found it within himself to sing, even if it was without words. He hadn’t said much when he first came home from his mission.  

“It’s me. I’m just getting your clothes,” you announce. Over the gentle rush of the water, you could almost hear a small sound of acknowledgement. You grunted softly as you bent down to collect his shirt, pants, and a few articles of tactical gear. “I’m gonna go put this stuff in the laundry room, okay? Holler if you need anything.” 

You’re too good to him. He stares down at his feet, watching as the water finally runs free of any suds. You haven’t left yet. He can hear you shifting and tinkering around. When you do eventually leave, he moves with more purpose as he cleans the rest of himself. He wants to be near you—needs to be near you. Rather than allotting himself the time to simply stand under the spray at the end of his shower, he cuts the water off as soon as there’s no more soap on him, and grabs his towel to begin drying off. After stepping out, he decides to brush his teeth to get it out of the way. 

You’re not there by the time he saunters into the bedroom, so he puts on his pajamas to the tune of his own thoughts. Most of them were repetitive. Either relating to the week he’d just spent in Europe, or the upcoming meeting Tony called for at the Compound. But, even then, they managed to circle back to you. In spite of everything that happened and all that was to come, he was home. And here, with you, he could breathe. 

His back is turned when you enter the room. And he can tell that you’re trying to tread lightly, so he doesn’t turn around to acknowledge you; he’s curious to see what you plan on doing. When you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his back, he nearly melts. Your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt to brush over his stomach for no particular rhyme or reason. But he likes it and wouldn’t mind if you never stopped. 

“Feeling better?” you asked softly. 

Bucky nods before realizing he should actually speak. You’ve spoiled him by being so in tune with his nonverbal cues. “Yeah,” his voice is a little gruff around the edges. “Missed you.” 

You squeeze him tighter. “I missed you too. I’ll sleep better now that I have my personal heater back.” He huffs out a laugh, and you’re reminded that one of the best feelings in the world is the gentle shake of his shoulders. “Want me to get your hair?” 

“Sure.” You use the hair tie resting on the dresser to put his damp hair into a low bun. He turns around when you're finished, and his eyes flutter when you brush your thumb over the scratch that’s already beginning to scab on his cheek. A disapproving furrow forms between your brows, and he bites back a smile. You regarded every new mark on his skin with the same distaste. After all these years, it felt good that you cared in that way. 

He turns his head to kiss your hand. “I’m alright.” 

“Still.” You cup his cheek and press your lips to his. A low hum vibrates through his chest. You pull away after giving him one last peck, and he watches you move to pull the covers back on the bed. 

Bucky walks to his side and follows suit, wasting no time climbing in. It’s only a couple hours past sunset, but the two of you always turn in fairly early when he comes back home from missions. Even if that just means laying in bed talking until sleep takes you under. He’s expecting you to climb in alongside him, but you turn to head off elsewhere. At first, it looks like you plan on leaving the room altogether. His response is more of a knee jerk reaction than anything. 

“Where’re you going? Come to bed,” his voice is so sincere it makes you smile. 

“The bathroom. I've gotta take care of my personal hygiene too, Buck. Can I do that?” You give him a playful tilt of your head. 

“Yeah, doll. Sorry. I just—sorry.” He laughs at himself and shakes his head. 

“I’ll leave the door open so you can see me, how ‘bout that? I promise I’m not running away.” You’re just trying to make his cheeks grow warm now—and they do. But even as he settles into bed, he takes advantage of the door being open, shooting occasional glances your way as you move through your night routine. 

When you finally do crawl into bed, you press minty kisses all over his face and down his neck until his eyes are squinted and he’s trying his best to keep breathy chuckles from pouring from his mouth. And when he manages to turn the tables on you, you’re worlds more undignified in your pleading. You’re still giggling and swatting at him when he pulls away, and he takes your hand to press amused kisses to your palm. 

Your breaths eventually even out and you find yourself laying there, gazing into his eyes. It feels good to have him by your side again. 

“I needed that laugh.” You can hear the earnesty in his voice.  

“Glad I could be of service.” 

A short silence stretches between you before he speaks again, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ve got you and you’ve got me.”

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