Hi!

“Baby,” Steve gently shakes your shoulder, smiling when you try to pull the covers tighter around you, “Baby wake up, it’s important.”

You groan and sit up, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Steve is standing on your side of the bed looking down on you with a soft smile and playful eyes. Glancing at the clock on your nightstand, you groan.

12:00 AM

You can’t help but glare at him for waking you up in the middle of the night but any frustration you have disappears in a second. He hands you a small box with a hand tied bow on it.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

You take the gift, breathing out a small, “Oh Stevie.”

Slowly, you untie the bow and unwrap the box. You reveal 2 rings, both beautiful aged gold. One is much larger than the other and you glance up at Steve as he stumbles through his explanation.

“I know that we both decided marriage wasn’t for us— at least not now— but I wanted something to give to you that means something. So it’s promise rings, they match obviously.” Steve takes a shuddering breath and continues, “Bucky helped me track down some of our old things, family heirlooms and stuff, and we found some rings. And I thought that they were beautiful and after some digging we found out that they were promise rings then too. I want you to know that even without marriage, I’m still here with you, and I’m here to keep you safe, and—”

He keeps rambling until you gently press your lips to his and you can feel him smile against you. Steve gently cradles your cheek and pulls away resting his forehead against yours. He reaches for the rings next to you, fishing for your hand before sliding it onto your finger. He does the same with his own and when his hands rest against your cheek again, you can feel the cool metal against your skin.

“I love you so much Y/N.”

WARNINGS: TEENAGE RECKLESSNESS, KISSING, TALK OF KINDA STRICT PARENTING

“Open the fucking window.”

Bucky is hanging onto the sill by his fingertips and his hair is sticking to his forehead by the rain he had to climb through to even get to your window. But he still has that ridiculous grin on his face. The one that can only mean trouble for you. Flinging open the latch you barely have time to move out of the way of a soaking wet boy lands on your floor with a thud. 

“Can you be any louder?” You hiss, glaring at Bucky, who’s still smiling. “My parents are still home.”

“Can’t help the fact your window’s small as fuck.” 

You roll your eyes at his swearing, walking to your dresser and pulling out an old t-shirt of his that he left at your house one other late night. But you can’t help but flush when he strips off his denim jacket and soaked through t-shirt.

“C’mon baby, really?” He teases you, holding the dry shirt out to his side and leaving his chest distractingly bare. “Do I make you nervous?”

Rolling your eyes you fold your arms in front of you. “No. What makes me nervous is that if my parents walked in right now we’d both be dead. And you left your wet clothes on my carpet.”

Bucky tugs the shirt over his head, smoothing it down his front, “Dad still not a fan?”

“Of the cute, new, bad-boy who took a liking to his daughter and got caught sneaking in her window? Yeah, I’d have to say he’s not.”

“Well he’s missing out.” Bucky reaches an arm around your hips and pulls you flush to his chest. “I’m wonderful.”

Ducking his head down low, he pulls you into one of his mind-blowing kisses. The type that makes you forget your own name and address. One of his hands is holding your hip and the other is tangled in the hair at the back of your head. When you let out a small whine you can feel him smile against your lips, pulling back and nipping at them before falling onto your bed.

“You always make the cutest noises when I kiss you.”

You fall down next to him, loving the way Bucky’s arm immediately wraps around you and pulls you close to him. You hum and tuck yourself into the space under his arm, resting your head on his chest. 

“And you’re always the cutest boy when you drop your bad boy act.”

WARNINGS: ANGST, IMPLIED DEATH OF BOTH CHARACTERS, NO INJURIES ARE DESCRIBED BUT ITS PRETTY EASY TO FIGURE OUT

She’s always loved holding Steve’s hands. They are always so warm and just the brush of his hand against hers can calm her racing heart. So as she lies with him now, side by side, she reaches for him. Locking her fingers with his and giving them a squeeze.

Steve smiles. Having you near him makes all of his bad days better and all of his good days great. God, even just seeing you smile at him from across the room fills his heart with so much love that he’s shocked it hasn’t burst yet.

“What do you wanna do this weekend?” Her voice is light and breathy, and Steve thinks it’s beautiful.

Steve pauses a moment to think, “How about the museum? We haven’t been in ages. We can even go to that cafe across the street too.”

Bucky has the most capable hands you’ve ever seen. Rough and dexterous, you’re pretty sure he can do anything. He works on cars and motorcycles, does the handiwork around your small apartment, he even fixed the neighbors broken wall after a moving mishap. And he loves working with his hands. Anything tactile, anything that requires power and thought and effort, he’s there for—no matter how tedious.

And you love it. Watching him work is beautiful in an odd way. Most often, it’s on your shared clunker of a car. Obviously, living in an apartment means there’s no garage. So usually you can find the both of you parked on the side of the street, the old cars hood popped open with Bucky leaning over the engine. You’re usually with him too, unless he sends you inside because he thinks it’s just far too hot or cold for you to be with him. You’ll sit on the curb or on the headlights and just watch him work. His hands always just look so sure of what they’re doing. There’s almost never any hesitation or timidity in his movements. It’s amazing.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.

You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.

“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.

You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.

When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.

“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.

Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.

“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”

You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”

Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”

You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”

He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”

You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”

“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”

You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.

“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

Bucky has the most capable hands you’ve ever seen. Rough and dexterous, you’re pretty sure he can do anything. He works on cars and motorcycles, does the handiwork around your small apartment, he even fixed the neighbors broken wall after a moving mishap. And he loves working with his hands. Anything tactile, anything that requires power and thought and effort, he’s there for—no matter how tedious.

And you love it. Watching him work is beautiful in an odd way. Most often, it’s on your shared clunker of a car. Obviously, living in an apartment means there’s no garage. So usually you can find the both of you parked on the side of the street, the old cars hood popped open with Bucky leaning over the engine. You’re usually with him too, unless he sends you inside because he thinks it’s just far too hot or cold for you to be with him. You’ll sit on the curb or on the headlights and just watch him work. His hands always just look so sure of what they’re doing. There’s almost never any hesitation or timidity in his movements. It’s amazing.

WARNINGS: ANGST, IMPLIED DEATH OF BOTH CHARACTERS, NO INJURIES ARE DESCRIBED BUT ITS PRETTY EASY TO FIGURE OUT

She’s always loved holding Steve’s hands. They are always so warm and just the brush of his hand against hers can calm her racing heart. So as she lies with him now, side by side, she reaches for him. Locking her fingers with his and giving them a squeeze.

Steve smiles. Having you near him makes all of his bad days better and all of his good days great. God, even just seeing you smile at him from across the room fills his heart with so much love that he’s shocked it hasn’t burst yet.

“What do you wanna do this weekend?” Her voice is light and breathy, and Steve thinks it’s beautiful.

Steve pauses a moment to think, “How about the museum? We haven’t been in ages. We can even go to that cafe across the street too.”

WARNINGS: TEENAGE RECKLESSNESS, KISSING, TALK OF KINDA STRICT PARENTING

“Open the fucking window.”

Bucky is hanging onto the sill by his fingertips and his hair is sticking to his forehead by the rain he had to climb through to even get to your window. But he still has that ridiculous grin on his face. The one that can only mean trouble for you. Flinging open the latch you barely have time to move out of the way of a soaking wet boy lands on your floor with a thud. 

“Can you be any louder?” You hiss, glaring at Bucky, who’s still smiling. “My parents are still home.”

“Can’t help the fact your window’s small as fuck.” 

You roll your eyes at his swearing, walking to your dresser and pulling out an old t-shirt of his that he left at your house one other late night. But you can’t help but flush when he strips off his denim jacket and soaked through t-shirt.

“C’mon baby, really?” He teases you, holding the dry shirt out to his side and leaving his chest distractingly bare. “Do I make you nervous?”

Rolling your eyes you fold your arms in front of you. “No. What makes me nervous is that if my parents walked in right now we’d both be dead. And you left your wet clothes on my carpet.”

Bucky tugs the shirt over his head, smoothing it down his front, “Dad still not a fan?”

“Of the cute, new, bad-boy who took a liking to his daughter and got caught sneaking in her window? Yeah, I’d have to say he’s not.”

“Well he’s missing out.” Bucky reaches an arm around your hips and pulls you flush to his chest. “I’m wonderful.”

Ducking his head down low, he pulls you into one of his mind-blowing kisses. The type that makes you forget your own name and address. One of his hands is holding your hip and the other is tangled in the hair at the back of your head. When you let out a small whine you can feel him smile against your lips, pulling back and nipping at them before falling onto your bed.

“You always make the cutest noises when I kiss you.”

You fall down next to him, loving the way Bucky’s arm immediately wraps around you and pulls you close to him. You hum and tuck yourself into the space under his arm, resting your head on his chest. 

“And you’re always the cutest boy when you drop your bad boy act.”