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Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home
Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSMđ¤
HiiiiđĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đđđ. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! Itâs a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope thatâs okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~đđđđđ
(pictures are not my own)
Helpless (Stucky x reader)
Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader
Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).
Word count: 4.1k
Tagging a few of the absolutely lovely people who have supported me this whole time. I love you and appreciate you all more than i can express. @haleyhunwritess @ppatricia34me @hoplessfussybambi @canyonmooncreations @sapphyslittlenook
P.S. i'm gonna start a tag list so lemme know if you wanna be added <3
It was getting a bit cooler now.Â
The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you.Â
âI told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,â Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.
Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldnât argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.
âCome here babydoll,â Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level.Â
You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. Youâve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad.Â
Thus far, youâve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you canât complain too much now that youâve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. Youâd like to think yourself pretty talented at these gamesâmaybe too talented.Â
Youâve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you âawh too badâ when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy youâd been wanting anyway. Youâd turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming âI won! I won!â and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.
âBabydoll?â Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if heâs teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.
It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, youâve been begging them ever since. Itâs not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just werenât sure if it would be safeâŚ
âThereâs all kinds of creeps at those things!â Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if thatâs the last word and final say about it.Â
âI know. I know. ButâŚshe really wants to go. PlusâŚitâs not like weâll ever let her out of our sight.â Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could playâand winâall the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him heâd win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steveâs then narrower figure.
Bucky just couldnât help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that youâd undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.
âWe could even get one of those leash things,â he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like itâs the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.
âItâs not just that,â Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything heâd ask. âwhat ifâŚâ he trails off, not meeting Buckyâs gaze, âwhat ifâŚshe tries to run off?â he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly.Â
It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you.Â
They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didnât have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steveâs legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve.Â
âShe wonât.â he says, thick air questioning if it's true.Â
But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Buckyâs eyes tell Steve that no matter what, theyâll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried.Â
Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that heâs now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Buckyâs sides to his hips where they rest for the moment.Â
âAlright,â Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, âbut any sign of trouble, we leaveâ Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when theyâre on missions together.Â
âAs if it would be any other way.â Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steveâs. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Buckyâs stable words and secure presence.
âYou think too much Rogersâ Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurtâwhether it be mentally or physicallyâSteve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world.Â
âCanât help it,â he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. âI love you two more than anything,â he says earnestly as if itâs the only known fact in the universe.Â
âI knowâ Bucky smiles, âI know.â
âOh-sorry Daddy!â you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. âDid you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?â you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit.Â
âYes, I did,â he answers as if itâs the first heâs hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. âMânot sure if Dada heard though,â he whispers to you, âmaybe you should go tell him,â he informs you with a wink.Â
You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him.Â
âDada! Dada!â you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. âLook!â you point and turn to him with an excited expression. âCan we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-â you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until youâve all but run out of air in your lungs.Â
Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, whoâs contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much.Â
âOkay-okayâ Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. âJust this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warmâ he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.
âYayayay!â you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all.Â
You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadnât even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. Itâs a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind.Â
âHeh-sorry!â you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them.Â
As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around.Â
As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something.Â
Noâsomeone.Â
You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasnât Peter or WandaâŚno. It was a friend fromâŚbefore.
It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mindâs vaults.Â
You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are.Â
As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if youâre watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes.Â
Then you hazily remember when they first found youâŚtook you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave.Â
âSily girl, Dada canât kidnap whatâs already his,â Steve would tell you every time youâd harshly accuse him of kidnapping you.Â
âNo one can protect you like we can,â Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. âDaddy only does this âcause he loves you.â heâd brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.
Some nights youâd wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe.Â
âItâs okay angel, Dadaâs here. Youâre safe with me. Iâll always keep you safe. Always.â heâd repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.
To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. Heâd carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didnât matter ââcause they arenât real, dollâŚnot like me and Dada.â heâd caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. Theyâd stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.
And truthfullyâŚyou did. You did feel safe.Â
Maybe it was strangeâŚthe way you sought their comfortâŚtheir touchâŚtheir love, when you fought it in the beginning.Â
And you did fightâŚhard.Â
But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments.Â
âMy sweet girlâŚyouâll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.â Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. âAll you have to do is listen to what we say. We know whatâs best for you, angel.â heâd say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hoursâŚsometimes days.Â
And then, after youâd more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, heâd appear to you, asking if youâd learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as youâd plead with him, promising him youâd be a good girl.Â
Itâs then that heâd smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection.Â
Heâd drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. Heâd clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. Theyâd play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasnât a moment where they werenât touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl.Â
Helpless.
A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then.Â
Just like you were right now.Â
You practically snap back into reality, the one where youâve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you canât hear racket of activities anymore. Itâs quiet, and you donât even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize youâre all alone.Â
You turn around hastily,Â
Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.
The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes.Â
Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you donât feel their comfort, you look around and remember theyâre not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leashâs end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays. Â
You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your bodyâs wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of âdaddyâ and âdada.â
âThere she isâ Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form.Â
âDada!â you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.
âFuck, angel. What happened?â Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer.Â
âI-...I-â you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.
âBut-but-I-I donât wanna! Donât wanna lose daddies! Donât wanna! Didnât mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didnât!â you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steveâs arms.Â
âShh, hey-heyâ Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. âItâs okay, doll. Itâs okay. Youâre okay.â he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that itâs okay.Â
They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were goneâŚbut they found you, just like the first time.Â
They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.
âDoll.â he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. âDaddyâs proud of you.â he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away?Â
âW-why?â you cry âI-I bad. bad!â you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees.Â
âNo angel. Youâre not bad.â Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with youâŚconsidering they had every reason to.Â
âYou know why?â Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. ââCause you came back,â he says, wiping them as they come. âYou came back to find us. Thatâs all that matters.â Bucky reassures you.Â
It hurts, both his and Steveâs worst fear almost coming to life.Â
But it didn't.Â
And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control.Â
The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions.Â
It didnât matter that you wandered away. It didnât matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard heâd thought youâd hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you.Â
All that matteredâŚwas that you needed your Daddies. Â
They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. Thatâs what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn'tâŚthat really wouldnât have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.
âWhich ones do you want little princess?â Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making âsuch a good choice babygirl.â
Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that itâs âno biggieâ and that they can always get you another pair.Â
âHow about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?â Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up.Â
You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion.Â
âIce cweam?â you say with a small voice âI-I wike ice cweamâ you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control.Â
âI think that sounds perfect, huh doll?â Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.
âWif sprinkles toos?â you ask, rubbing your sore eyes.Â
âAll the sprinkles for my sweet little girlâ Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit.Â
The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies werenât upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.
âHey whatâs that on Dadaâs face?â Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.
âHey!â you laugh turning back to Buckyâs not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dadaâs face.Â
âWhat?â he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.
âLooks like daddyâs the one with something on his faceâ Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.
âYou still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?â Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it.Â
âReally?â you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile.Â
Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And thatâs all Steve could ever want.Â
Youâre squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though youâre at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You donât mind as itâs beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that youâll likely sleep the whole drive home.Â
âI love you,â you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them.Â
âWe love you too angel. So much,â Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Buckyâs lightened up face too.Â
He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these thingsâor reallyâwhen Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.
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(Itâs time for obscure asks with Julie!) what are your favorite and least favorite parts of the holiday season? If you could have coffee with one person, dead or alive, who would it be? What is your current favorite lyric?
@octoberconstellation đˇâ¸ď¸â Favorite parts of the holiday season? Spending time with my kittens and dogs. And decorating and cookies...(basically everything)... Having to go to a (brutal and just horrible) Christmas dinner with family. â¸ď¸đđ If I could have coffee with one person, dead or alive? Probably you â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ You're so sweet and seeing your name pop up in my inbox always makes me happy :) đŚđ§đťââď¸đ§¸âď¸ Current Favorite lyric? "Every time you smile I smile, and every time you shine, I shine for you."
Jump Then Fall: Taylor Swift.
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(Itâs Time For Water Themed Questions With Julie!) have you ever been in the ocean? if you were a pirate what would you name your ship? do you think thereâs undiscovered sea monsters? do you need to go drink water?
hiiI! sweet friend đ˛đ ŕšŕŁÂ ࣪ ËâŠŕżŕż đ I have been in the ocean, it was in Hawaii, and it's so pretty ŕłâ¨đ
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đ´ââ đŚâľâ ď¸đ´â Maybe...I mean we never really know, so who knows! đ˛ďšđ˘ďšđ˘ďšđ˘ďšđ˘ďšđż Probably...but I hate water unless there's fruit in it... đâđ¸đĽđľ â。𦹠°.đââË°Sapphyâ。𦹠°.đââË°
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whatâs you favorite kind of sandwich? where do thoughts come from? who is your favorite fictional character?
hiii! sweet human being <3 favourite sandwich-does a meatball sub from subway count? and queston two: ur thoughts come from nowhere: they just pop into our heads, or emerge in the form of words leaving our mouths. Objectively, we can say that thoughts emerge from neural processes, and that neural processes come from everywhere. question 3: NOOOO I CAN'T CHOOSE-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... *Whispers quietly* (Lucy Pevensie-Chronicles of Narnia)
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Without the dark, the stars cannot be seen
Look up.
The stars..they shine for you, and they tell the stories of unknown.. 20âs/Anxiety/Bipolar/ADHD/PTSD⌠The north starâŚwith it you can always find your way back home. This is SFW space, and you are welcome here. My thoughts are stars, I canât fathom into constellations. Polyamorous/Pansexual. ENFP (Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving). Gemini/Cancer Cusp.
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reputation tv
we weren't ready for it...? when reputation came out.. and we sure as hell won't be ready for it..? when rep tv's vault tracks are revealed.. and we (i) won't live through Dress TV
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New Theme!
this ain't for the best...
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tysm for the tag bestiee - finally getting round to all these that I've been tagged in even though January is almost over lol (school has been rlly kicking my ass since we went back)
JAN - make me leave by MICO (this is fucking false ill tell u rn)
FEB - anti-hero (rock cover) by umbrella (okayyyy)
MARCH - favorite song by Honey Revenge (is the universe giving me a love life for my birthday?!???!)
APR - You are in love by Taylor Swift (OH???)
MAY - ballad of a homeschooled girl - Olivia Rodrigo (okayyy)
JUNE - disaster by Conan Gray (...still in love?)
JULY - Sparks fly by Taylor Swift (WHATS WITH ALL THE LOVE SONGS?!?!?! a bop tho)
AUG - girl like me by Dove Cameron (hot girl summer for me ig)
SEPT - get him back! by Olivia Rodrigo (starting my villain era?)
OCT - Still into you by Paramore (in my feels ig)
NOV - that's how you make a villain by emlyn (okay, NOW I'm starting my villain era)
DEC - what was I made for? by bille eilish (in my feels again, honestly, it was the same in 2023)
i used the apple music fav songs playlist
(no pressure) tags: @lunabelova1122 @foulestbauble @someonewhogotanaccount @hijabi-desi-bookworm @that-multi-fandom-hijabi @sapphyslittlenook
i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!
shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024
january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)
february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)
march- say no to this- hamilton (âŚi have nothing to say about this)
april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)
may- youâre losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)
june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)
july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)
august- new yearâs day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)
september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND itâs mine and my partners song so iâm taking this as a good one)
october- 18- one direction (yessss weâre going okay now)
november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)
december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)
no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)
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(Itâs time again for obscure questions with Julie!) skinny jeans or baggy jeans? Whatâs your favorite month? Do you have a favorite place?
Baggy Jeans! I feel more comfortable wearing them. My favorite month..probably August or November. August because it's like the ending of summer and starting of fall, and it's also a TAYLOR SWIFT SONG. And November because it's fall autumn and my favorite season. And my favorite place..the old cabin out in the woods, it has an old oak tree and I love climbing it and reading 'Little Women' there.
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Best Vault Tracks?
Red: Nothing New, Run, The Very First Night, Forever Winter, Babe, Better Man, I bet You think about Me, Message in A Bottle, All to well (10 minute version) Fearless: You all Over Me, Mr. Perfectly Fine, We were Happy, That's When, Don't You, Bye, Bye, Baby. Speak Now: Electric Touch, When Emma Falls In Love, I can See you, Castles Crumbling, Foolish One, Timeless. 1989: "Slut!", Say Don't Go, Now That We Don't Talk, Suburban Legends, Bad Blood (Remix)
#1989#1989 vault tracks#1989 taylor's version#red#red vault tracks#red taylorâs version#fearless#fearless vault tracks#fearless taylor's version#speak now#speak now vault tracks#speak now taylorâs version#sapphyslittlenook
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NEW THEME
Final THREE..I forgot midnights had 20%...
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New theme?
#taylor swift#eras#sapphyslittlenook#1989#evermore#lover#folklore#midnights#speak now taylorâs version#spotify
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BEST FALL PLAYLIST EVER
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