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better left unsaid - dallas winston x reader

it's valentine's day, and reader finds something she shouldn't have in dally's room.

wc: 959

warnings: none just fluff <3

it's not like you had any crazy expectations for what dallas winston had in mind for valentine's day. sure, you spent all your time with each other. you'd gotten real close, in every sense of that word. but he would avoid that commitment conversation like the plague, so you weren't exactly expecting a declaration of love or a bouquet of roses.

but flat out acting like the holiday didn't exist? that was just too far.

the two of you had just left buck's after you'd spent the afternoon doing homework on his bed while he sat around bothering you. like every friday night, dally had stolen the thunderbird to take you to the nightly double. but this was just a routine occurrence, of course. not like he would ever believe in such a mushy holiday.

still, you'd hoped for something - a box of chocolate, some grocery store flowers, maybe a card. you try to take your mind off it as dally puts his foot on the gas, fiddling with his pockets haphazardly.

suddenly, his face scrunches up in frustration and he grumbles, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he cuts the gas. 

"hey. do me a favor, will ya? grab my smokes from my desk. top drawer on the left." 

you roll your eyes but go back anyway. his room is the usual mess - clothes draped over the chair, a couple beer bottles on the windowsill, your textbooks and notes spread out on the bed. you yank the drawer open, already expecting to have to dig past god-knows-what to find the cigarettes.

instead, you find a stack of papers shoved carelessly to the side.

you don't mean to snoop, but something about them seems out of the ordinary. it's not like he's the type to be keeping a diary, but these aren't just receipts or homework. as you take a closer look, you see they're notebook pages crumpled at the edges, ripped out hastily, the ink a bit smudged and messy. 

then you see the date at the top of the first one. an entry from over a year ago. you hesitate for a moment, knowing this must be personal. a flicker of guilt runs through you, but you can't help paging through the headers on the first couple of slips. you swear you can make out your name somewhere between the lines, and against your better judgment, you start reading.

november 5th, 1963

she fell asleep on my shoulder at the drive-in today. she really needs to stop doing that. swear i almost decked steve in his face for laughing at it, but i knew she'd hate if i did it. it's funny, she fucking mumbles in her sleep. i swear she said my name a couple times under her breath. i acted like i didn't hear it but i can't stop thinking about it.

january 17th, 1964

she had to babysit pony today and she dragged me along to keep her company. i was supposed to do a run for buck, but i'll have to figure that out later. it's funny, she was real apologetic about it, like i'm ever gonna be mad that i have to spend time with her.

april 28th, 1964

we were watching some stupid rerun in her living room and i guess i must've been exhausted. she started running her fingers through my hair all sweet like she always does, messing it up. didn't have the energy to tell her to knock it off. next thing i know i wake up laying down on her side. she says i knocked out. whatever.

august 12th, 1964

buck decided to go sticking his nose where he doesn't belong last night… asking me about her. why i won't make it official? make what official? i come to her window every damn night. she lays on my shoulder and tells me all her secrets. not like i let anyone else make me act that way. that's official enough for me, far as i'm concerned.

november 1st, 1964

i swear she did something different with her hair today, or maybe her makeup or something, or her outfit. whatever it was. i just couldn't stop staring at her. she's so pretty it makes me forget what i'm thinking when i look at her…christ, i'm sounding like a fucking sap. if buck ever found this, i would have to kill him.

december 9th, 1964

i found her crying today when i walked in. i wanted to hug her or something, kiss her on the forehead and make everything better. i didn't. just sat there smoking by her side until she stopped, let her get everything off her chest. then she had the nerve to say 'thank you dal,' like i did anything special. i have no idea what the hell she sees in me.

january 28th, 1965

glory, she's got the worst taste in music. i told her that today and she threw a fucking pillow at me. truth is i would listen to the beatles for the rest of my goddamn life if it meant she let me lay in her bed and listen to her sing along. it's cute.

february 3rd, 1965

if she finds these i'm gonna have to tell her it's for an english assignment or something. no, never mind. even she wouldn't believe that. man, i'm fucked.

you reach the last entry in the pile, this one laid out nicely with neater handwriting, on a fresh sheet of paper:

february 14th, 1965

if you find this, happy valentine's day. figured there's no point in keeping these a secret. i'm sorry i'm not better at saying it. you should know i'm not much for words. but i mean everything i wrote, doll, swear.

a.n. writing this made my heart all warm and fuzzy haha happy (late) valentine's day guys!!! hope you like it!

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Let Me Help You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky tries to help you when you’re feeling depressed.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, language, depression, mentions of self harm, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF MADE BY ME! I know it’s not perfect, but I tried🩵

Bucky has noticed your mood has been different over the past couple days. At first, he thought it was your period, but he knows when your period starts so that’s not it. He also thought it was one of those days, but those days don’t usually last a couple days. Plus, you barely have said anything to him, besides “I love you”. That’s when he knows something is wrong. Now, he getting worried.

Bucky was getting ready for work, but now he’s thinking he should take the day off to take care of you. He looked at you. You’re currently laying in bed with the blankets pulled up underneath your chin. Bucky sighed and took his clothes off, putting his comfortable clothes back on.

“What are you doing?” You asked quietly.

“Taking the day off to stay home with you.” Bucky answers.

Bucky grabbed his phone off the dresser and texted Steve, telling him that he’s not coming into work today and he’s going to stay home with you.

“Alright, doll.” He sat down next to you on the bed. “I’m all yours.” He says.

You always smile when he says that, but you didn’t this time.

“Talk to me, babydoll.” He laid down next to you, propping his head up with his vibranium hand. “I know there’s something wrong. Tell me what it is.” He says.

You stayed silent. Your fingers fiddled with the blanket. You know Bucky isn’t going to stop asking you what’s wrong if you don’t say anything. You might as well tell him. You sighed and looked up at your boyfriend, readjusting your head on the pillow.

“I feel depressed.” You tell him quietly.

“Why does my doll feel that way?” Bucky asks, moving your messy hair from your face.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I just do.” You say.

Bucky caressed the back of your head and leaned towards you, kissing your forehead.

“Let me help you.” He says.

You stared at him before nodding.

“First things first, let’s get you cleaned up.” He gently pulled the blankets off of your body. “You’ll feel refreshed afterwards.” He says.

Bucky got off the bed, holding his hand out for you. You reached your hand out, putting it in his. He helped you out of bed and walked you to the bathroom.

“You get undressed and I’ll get the bath ready for you.” He says.

You nodded. Bucky got the bath ready for you and you took your clothes off. You stood next to the bathroom sink, patiently waiting for the bath to be ready. You glanced at the sink counter, seeing a razor blade.

Was your depression really going to make you go to point where you’re going to harm yourself?

You picked it up, staring at it. You weren’t going to harm yourself with it while your boyfriend is in the room. Bucky turned around, his heart dropping and his eyes widening when he see the razor blade in your hand.

“Doll…” Bucky whispers. “Hand it over.” He says, holding out his hand.

You looked at Bucky, slowly extending your arm towards him and put the razor blade in his hand. He threw it away. Your bottom lip quiver and you broke down in tears.

“I’m sorry.” You cried. “I wasn’t going to do it. The thought just crossed my mind.” You explained.

“I know. I believe you.” Bucky kisses your forehead. “Let’s get you in the bath, ok?” He whispers.

You nodded. You got in the bathtub and sat down with your knees against your chest and your arms wrapped around your legs. You have to admit the warmth of the water and the scent of the soap was soothing.

“Are you staying in here with me?” You asked, looking up at Bucky.

“Of course I am, babydoll.” He smiles.

Bucky put a chair next to the bathtub and sat down. He took your hair out of the messy bun you had it in and wetted your hair before washing it. His fingers gently massaged your scalp. That was soothing too.

“I have to ask.” He begins. “Have you… you know, hurt yourself when I’m not home?” He asks.

“No.” You answered honestly. “The thought of it crossed my mind and that’s it.” You explained.

“Can I see your wrists please?” He asks softly.

“I thought you believed me?” You asked, your eyes tearing up.

“I do. I just want to make sure.” He says.

You nervously held your wrists up, even though you didn’t have scars on them. Bucky looked at your wrists, seeing no scars. He brought your wrists up to his lips and kissed them.

“I’m sorry for thinking about it. I didn’t mean to.” You apologized, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, doll.” Bucky murmurs softly. “Let’s finish getting you cleaned up.” He says, wiping your tears away.

Bucky treated you like a princess the whole time. He always treats you like a princess, but he was just more attentive and not letting you out of his sight.

“Let’s get you out of here.” He says.

Bucky held a towel up for you. You got out of the tub and walked over to him. He wrapped the towel around your wet body and kissed the top of your head. He lead you to the bedroom and found something comfortable and warm for you to put on, which consists of his red henley, pajama shorts, and your favorite pair of fuzzy socks.

“I feel warm.” You say, a small smile forming on your lips.

“That’s good, doll.” Bucky smiles.

Bucky is happy to know that you’re warm. That’s a start.

He grabbed your hair brush from the bathroom and brushed your hair.

“How do you want your hair?” He asks.

“2 braids please.” You tell him.

Bucky smiles and kisses the top of your head. He divided your hair into two sections and then braided it.

“How do you feel now?” He asks softly.

“Refreshed.” You answered.

Bucky kissed your lips softly. He felt you melt into his touch.

“Are you hungry?” He asks.

“A little.” You say.

“What would you like to he?” He asks. “I’ll make you anything you want.” He says.

“Mac and Cheese.” You answered.

Bucky knows that’s your comfort food. He took you to the living room and got you comfortable with a blanket and something to drink, along with your favorite show playing on the TV while he went to the kitchen to make you Mac and Cheese.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say as he hands you a bowl of Mac and Cheese.

“Anytime, babydoll.” Bucky smiles, sitting down next to you.

For a moment, you moved the noodles around with the fork while staring in the bowl.

“Doll, you need to eat.” He says softly.

“I know.” You mumbled.

You took a bit of Mac and Cheese. Bucky had a smile on his face, knowing that you’re feeling better.

“There you go, babydoll.” He praises softly, rubbing your back.

You continued to eat till the bowl was empty. You put the empty bowl on the coffee table before snuggling yourself against Bucky’s side. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back soothingly.

“Thank you for helping me.” You said quietly.

“You don’t have to thank me, doll. I’ll help you no matter what.” Bucky says softly.

“I love you, Buck.” You smiled.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He murmurs and kisses your lips softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky Doll

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Any eating utensil preference? Uhh whatever gets the food into my mouth? I'm not picky.

A genre of music you love? I have an eclectic taste, so I'm game for anything. I have a soft spot for 80s/synth vibes. Also love garage rock/grunge tunes, anything with a piano, and whatever the fuck the pipeline is going on with triphop to lofi/chillhop

A type of seasoning/condiment that would make anything edible for you? Japanese mayo

Pens or pencils? What kind? Pens! I've been journaling a lot more lately and have gotten really into pens/markers. I use a Uniball Signo DX 0.5 for the bulk of my writing and a Sakura Pigma Micron 08 for making to-do lists/headers. The next time I have to make a jetpens order, I need to grab some calligraphy markers to try out. Is my handwriting messy? Yes. Am I having fun? HELL YEAH.

What’s your weirdest/most interesting hobby? Does making spreadsheets count? No? Ok, I guess second most interesting is needle felting, which I haven't done in a while, but I do enjoy it a ton!

If you had to get rid of one color entirely, what would it be? Green

Any allergies? Oh yeah lolsob. Both with medicines and shit in nature. We love to see it 🫠

Favorite fictional character? Celes!! My preferences change over time, but she'll forever be my queen.

Favorite real person that you don’t personally know? Uhhhh let's say Shirley Manson. Glad I picked a solid badass to rock out to since I was… *does math* 10?? Good job bitty!me

How many alarms do you have set? WAAAAAY TOO MANY HSKSHSJSJ I can't survive without them: for waking up, for taking various meds, for taking breaks to stretch, for remembering to do things like drink water/journal/etc. Tho out of all my alarms, my favorite ones are like, three back-to-back alarms within five minutes or so of each other with increasingly more aggressive titles asking if I've put rice in the rice cooker yet (bc I failed my bf ONCE when he asked me and I will not fall for that mistake again)

Do you have any pets? Do you want some? Not right now 😭 I wish I did, but a) my apartment charges $50 per pet per month and b) since the actual fire that happened back in December, I'm fucking terrified of the idea of something like that going on when my bf and I are at work. But whenever (if lolsob) we get our own place, I'd love to bring some kitties home. I miss having a cat.

Favorite drink, alcoholic or not? Masala chai! Honestly any good cup of tea hits the spot, but that's my fave.

Favorite smell? Cinnamon and cloves. It smells like home.

Favorite shoes? Uhhhh whatever doesn't kill my feet/ankles. I do love me a good pair of converse and vans tho. Probably my Captain Marvel converse are my faves, but they're not ideal for long walks.

How do you feel about bugs and spiders? Mostly no. I love butterflies and ladybugs and dragonflies and bumblebees, but I can do without most buggies. I AM better about spiders these days, mostly bc I share an office with a corner spider who I swear is the same spider for the past four years. I call him Steve. Steve's a real one. Steve murders the other annoying pests. Steve gets a pass.

Outdoors or indoors? I LOVE being outdoors, but the outdoors doesn't like me hsksjskd so better off inside or at least under some shade and away from buggies who view me as a buffet.

Sunny or rainy? Both are good but damn, nothing beats a rainy day inside with a good book and tea.

Where would you really like to visit? Would you move there? Honestly? I want to visit all my long distance friends 🥺🫂 I love you guys. Maybe one day we can chill on a couch together in silence

Are you a people person? Um…. it's complicated? Online, I'm a lot more chill and really happy to chat with people. I honestly prefer socializing this way bc it's way less stressful for me. In person? Yeah, not so much. I've earned the nickname "house cat" from my college friends bc I typically just sit in a corner for hours and talk with whoever approaches me one-on-one. But if we're close and I feel comfort, I LOVE hanging out with friends and would gladly chat for hours. Just, you know... takes a WHILE to get to that level of comfort.

At what temperature do you keep your home (or would if you could)? Right now? 65°F bc summer. This will change come winter.

Not going to tag anyone, but if you're reading this and are interested? Consider yourself tagged!!! 💖

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Christmas Shopping » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Week of December 8th-14th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Steve Rogers x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Sarah

Summary: Steve takes yours and his daughter Christmas shopping for your present.

Warnings: none except Fluff

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

Divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Steve quietly walked in his and yours 4 years old daughter’s bedroom. He smiles when he seen her cuddled up with her favorite stuffed animal. Sarah looks so peaceful and adorable when she’s sleeping. Steve hates to wake her up early, but he promised her a few days ago that he’d take her Christmas shopping for your Christmas present.

“Sarah, sweetheart.” Steve coos softly. “It’s time to wake up.” He says, moving her messy hair out of her face.

“Sleeping, daddy.” Sarah murmurs.

“I gave you an extra hour.” He said. “We’re going shopping for mommy’s Christmas present today, remember?” He says.

“Mommy’s present?” She asks, opening her eyes and looked at her daddy.

“Yes, mommy’s present.” He confirms.

Sarah stretches and rubs her eyes before sitting up. Steve picked out an outfit for her and let her get dressed on her own. Actually, she said she wanted to dress herself. Steve didn’t stand in the way of that and let her do that.

“Daddy, I want to wear these shoes!” Sarah says, holding up a pair of red sneakers.

“Let’s brush your hair first, sweetie.” Steve says.

“I want a ponytail.” She says, sitting down in the chair.

“I can do that.” He smiles.

As Steve is brushing Sarah’s hair, she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. It didn’t take her long to notice that you weren’t home.

“Daddy, where’s mommy?” She asks curiously.

“She had to go into work early today.” He tells her, putting her hair in a ponytail.

“Oh ok.” She replies.

Steve put Sarah’s sneakers on and she jumped off of the chair, running to the door in excitement.

“At ease, mini Captain.” Steve stops her. “Put on your jacket first. It’s cold outside.” He says.

“Oh yea.” She giggles.

Steve held her jacket to help her put it on.

“Ok, now we can go.” He says.

Sarah squeals in excitement. Steve opened the door and she ran out of the house to the car. She reached up to try to open the car door, but couldn’t quite reach it. Sarah made a huffing noise and crossed her arms over her chest with a pout on her face. Steve smiles at her cuteness and opened the car door for her. She was able to climb in the car in get in her car seat. Steve helped her buckle her seatbelt before getting in the car.

“Daddy?” Sarah says as Steve started the car.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks, looking back at her.

“Can we get hot chocolate please?” She asks.

“Of course we can, sweetie!” He answers with a smile.

“Yay!” She exclaims, making Steve smile.

Steve got Sarah hot chocolate first before going to the mall for your Christmas present.

“This place is big.” Sarah says, looking around the mall.

She says that any chance she gets to go to the mall with you and Steve.

“It is, but stay with me please.” Steve says, holding his hand out for her to hold.

Sarah put her smaller hand in his and they started walking around the mall.

“What do you think mommy wants for Christmas?” He asks, looking down at Sarah.

“Puppy!” She says excitedly, looking up at her daddy.

“Let’s save that for her birthday, sweetheart.” He says.

Sarah nods and continues thinking of what to get you for Christmas. She hums to herself and taps her index finger against her chin while she thought of what to get you for Christmas. That’s when she seen a jewelry store on the other side of the mall.

“There!” She points at the jewelry store. “I want to get mommy a necklace for Christmas!” She says.

“That sounds great to me, sweetheart.” He agrees.

Steve and Sarah walked to the other side of the mall where the jewelry store is. Steve picked Sarah up so she could have a better view of the necklaces.

“Which one do you think mommy will like?” Steve asks.

Sarah silently stared into the jewelry cases, trying to figure out which one you would like the best. After a moment, something finally caught her eye.

“This one!” Sarah points at a beautiful necklace with a diamond charm on it. “Mommy will look pretty in this!” She says sweetly with a smile.

“She will look pretty wearing it.” Steve agrees with a smile.

An employee walked over to Steve and Sarah.

“Can I help you two with anything?” The employee asks.

“I want to get this necklace for my mommy.” Sarah tells the employee.

The employee looks at the necklace that Sarah is pointing at and smiles.

“Good choice!” She says with a smile.

The employee got it out of the jewelry case and put it in a cute maroon velvet box and then put it in a bag. Steve paid for it and then him and Sarah left the mall.

On the drive home, Sarah’s eyes lit up with excitement when she seen her favorite bakery.

“Daddy!” Sarah exclaims excitedly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks, glancing at her in the rear view mirror.

“Bakery!” She says, pointing at the bakery on the corner of the street.

That was enough for Steve to know that Sarah wants a treat from the bakery. He can’t deny his baby girl of that. So he took her to the bakery and got something for her, him, and you before going home.

Steve and Sarah got home before you. That gave them enough time to wrap your Christmas present. Actually, Steve wrapped it. Sarah was distracted by the bows.

“Can I put the bow on it, daddy?” She asks.

“Of course you can, sweetie. Choose one.” Steve says.

Sarah looked at the variety of bows in front of her. There were different sizes and colors. She finally decided on a small red one and stuck it to the top of the present.

“Good job, Sarah.” He smiles at his daughter. “We make a good present wrapping team.” He says.

Sarah nods with a smile.

“Do you want to put it under the tree?” He asks.

Sarah grabbed your Christmas present and put it in the perfect spot under the tree while Steve cleaned up the mess of wrapping paper, bows, and tape.

You came home about an hour later. Sarah knew the sound of your footsteps and ran to you.

“Mommy!” Sarah jumps in your arms.

“Hi, baby girl!” You smiled, hugging her. “Did you have fun with daddy today?” You asked, walking further into the house.

“Yes!” She nods. “Go to the kitchen! We got treats!” She says.

You walked to the kitchen with Sarah in your arms and seen a box from Sarah’s favorite bakery. You opened it and seen your favorite Christmas treat in it, along with Steve’s and Sarah’s.

“Hi, honey.” Steve smiles, walking in the kitchen.

“Hi, babe.” You smiled back.

Steve gave you a soft and small kiss on your lips. He gave you a couple more kisses. Sarah took the opportunity to reach in the box, grab her Christmas treat and took a bite of it. You felt crumbs fall on your arm and you looked at your daughter to see frosting on her face.

“Sarah, baby, you’re going to make a mess.” You giggled.

“Oopsie.” She says cutely.

Steve got a paper towel and wiped the frosting off of her face. Sarah scrunched up her face when he did that, making you and Steve chuckle. He gave her a kiss on top of her head.

“I love you, sweetie.” He says to Sarah.

“I love you, daddy.” Sarah says before taking another bite of her treat.

“And I love you, honey.” He says softly, kissing your lips.

“I love you too, baby.” You murmured softly and pecked his lips.

-Bucky’s Doll

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