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spookyserenades · 10 months

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hi hi!!🤗

how are you doing? 💖

1st i wanted to tnx u 4 replying to my ask(previous one)!!😁💜

it made me squeal & kick my feet in the air sm i almost fell from my chair 😅

i'm super glad that despite the messy delivery, my love 4 your writing & story could reach u regardless! ^^

i read ch 7 this morning & OMG!!

thank you thank you so so much 4 both writing it & tagging me too!! i really appreciate both!🥰🥰🥰

i don't even know where to begin w/, there were so many twists & new developments & new things packed in this ch! it wasn't a simple treat, it was a whole course meal!😂

i also got my believes abt your writing reconfirmed! you truly are a master of the craft: your meticulous care 4 details,your capacity in extending the story in a long-slow-burn type of development but making always feels like it's going smoothly,w/out a halt in the plot nor a dull moment, your outstanding skill in making the story feel so realistic & immersive even in the smallest of things as you describing the glass-stained lamp in the mc's room & bringing it up enough times that it starts being a familiar element that i associate w/ mc,w/ their room & can now envision every time an event is taking place in that room.

i also i'm head over heels over how u slowly built a sense of growing familiarity between the mc & the hybrids, by giving them peculiar characteristics,quirks or habits that we saw the mc pick on throughout the whole story & that she thinks abt & is growing accostumed to/notices. also some reoccuring jokes(mc being a lightweight 4 example) or dynamics too.

the way your writing brings each character(side characters included ofc,i love them sm!!) to life will never cease to amaze me!! it makes getting invested in your story so easy,so inevitable!😣💜💜💜

you left ch 6 on an absolute cliffhanger & that same energy & trepidation followed also in the beggining of ch 7, so smoothly & naturally!!👏👏👏👏

------------ (details abt ch 7 below,just in case i don't wanna ruin the surprise in case anybody still haven't read it yet)-------------------

Right after witnessing her mother have a vision & getting warned abt it, the mc also has a confrontational moment w/ her mother that made me stop & reflect a bit abt her reaction: my 1st impression was that she just kinda wanted to not adress it nor aknowledge it out of anxiety,fear & also sense of guilt toward picturing tae like that, like she needed to try to convince herself that it couldn't be true & kinda just take it out on her mom(a tiny bit) bc of the shock & to push away the possibilities. at 1st i simply thought that she was just & rightfully freaking out, but then it stuck w/ me how she brought up in frustration how she stopped card reading & spiritual practice,esp things surrounding knowing the future bc it drove her friends away & almost broke important bonds in her life. i'm no expert when it comes to paganism & its various practices but i'm not avert to learning abt or simply seeing it portrayed as well(rapresentation matters afterall^^) & although i'm not pagan myself,i hope i am respectful when i say i can relate to mc anyway in her relationship w/ it. in my opinion(as a non-pagan,so i hope i'm not being insensitive😅) using practices like card reading or rituals to have glimpses of the future/visions & such are harmless if u only practice them to have the occasional guidance &/or reassurance in your life, but the moment they become smth too reoccuring,smth u depend to much on & you base your every move on,it can turn harmful, it can make u unable to make decisions in your life,turn u paranoid & suspiscious of ppl & you no longer have the reins of the course of your life(not saying this is the current situation ofc,i was just wondering if this is smth that mc experienced when younger,thus why they are more wary now). in the story, multiple times her mother or mc herself bring up the fact that once you tapped into this wrld,u cannot get back & her mother mentioned how mc naturaly has a peculiar capacity & a penchant(?) 4 it. i understand the concept of "once u start,u can't go back" & her mother has never pressured her,rather always tried to give her a positive nudge,an encouraging push to get back into it more but i do feel like there's also some pressure, like it's inevitable & mc will have to get back into practicing(which i feel could be described as being a little cornered but only bc mc had a negative experience in the past that made her take some distance from practicing, not bc the practice or beliefs themselves are neg ofc,i don't need to know paganism well in order to respect it anyway!) so i'm super excited to see how mc's relationship w/ paganism will change & take shape in the future: if she'll further distance herself or if she'll find smth that gets her closer & if it will happen only out of necessity or if she'll find a way of integrating it again in her life by her own terms & level of comfortability bc of her indipendent choice to do so. i'm also curious to know more abt both namjoon & jk's own relationship w/ paganism,faith & their personal believes.

if i may draw a parallelism, mc's situation seems a bit similar to ( not exactly & in a more light way) religious trauma. now,i'm aware that's not a very fitting term since paganism wrks differently & idk if trauma is the right term 4 how she still is impacted by the experience(both past & present) w/ the malevolent entity. it's a bit complicated to explain(i suck w/ wrds srry😭) but by religious trauma i don't mean it in the traditional sense that we apply to abrahamic religions 4 example in which the trauma is created by the abuse & twist of religion to use it as a tool of power/justification 4 bigotry against the individual or the harm prepetruated by the other belivers themselves against the individual, in the case of paganism & this situation i mean it in the sense that the relationship mc has w/ paganism & practicing in of itself changed, specifically due to a negative experience, that still influences the way she interacts w/ the beliefs,customs & practices. bc of that, i'm very intrigued by what u gonna gives us in the future & how she's gonna heal (or not) her relationship w/ it. i dunno if i expressed myself well enough & if i said smth offensive or made a comparison that is disrespctful i apologise, u don't have to but it's more than welcome 4 u to point out so i can both learn & take responsability!😊

now talking abt the main course of this meal,tae's revelation!

i had my mind set on his confessing that it was bc of self-defense ofc & not premeditated either but oh boyyy if u had me faltering & growing anxious & unsure w/ all the amazing & beautifully written build up,the rollercoaster of emotion & tae's sudden changes in mood & pauses while spilling the full truth! the sigh i let out when reading mc's reaction, understanding & reassurance given to poor tae, i probably sounded like a leaf blower XD

i thought that would be the only main drama of the chapter so i felt more relaxed now just to get hit straight in the face w/ the namjoon' bomb?!!!

NAMJOON?!!!!!!!😳😳😳😳💀💀💀💀

i never saw it coming,i never expected such a reaction nor that it would come from him, i never could have predicted such a turn of events, it felt like a slap,like a bucket of ice. literally stopped reading to climb down the ladder & pace around the room in shock o-o

we def know that he runs hot 'n cold, has his moments & he never was fond of tae,to say.

but he always struck me as somebody pretty level headed, quite in control of his actions to the point of being calculative sometimes & who's used to keep his blood cold even in hot situations. i felt like a clown🤡

4 awhile his reaction made absolute 0 sense to me,no matter how hard i squeezed my peanut sized brain i couldn't find smth that would justify or push him to react like that,to that extent & say those exact wrds. but all bc a) i was seeing it from my pov & b) i assumed i already knew the character well enough to be able to see patterns in his behaviour/way of thinking which is not true cause we know barely 3 things abt his past tbh(my bad honestly😭)

1- i thought that he reacted this intensely bc of fear of tae & protectiveness over mc & her wellbeing(him already not liking the bear hybrid but now actually hating him bc he perceived him as a threat or possible danger to mc & the others) but that flew right out the window the moment he started talking shit abt mc directly to her face(not proud of it, but 4 some time i really wanted to slap him a couple times😅). esp when he said that she was a spoiled rich grl that basically always acted out on nothing but her naivety & whims. that felt like he said it w/ his full chest & meant it😳, like he had been feeling that way abt her 4 awhile but never voiced it out untill now🤔. which threw me back to the time when after the vinyl store etc & after eating icecream at the fountain, his mood soured & he started giving the cold shoulder to mc & i wondered if smth crossed his mind in that moment that reminded him abt smth in his past or a bitter thought abt mc?

2-it's more of a theory: maybe he has a hard time seeing the genuine love & care behind mc's choice in adopting them all bc he thinks all there's behind her actions is her "naivety, saviour complex & habit of just getting whatever she wants bc of growing up rich & spoiled" bc that's the only type of ppl he saw around him(when it wasn't straight up abusive ppl)?

3- his worry abt tae putting them all in danger w/ the law could be quite reasonable but i think is way inflated in his head. mama raised no snitch & i don't think there is any reason to suspect that any of the other hybrids or mc herself would rat tae out. plus tae himself said that if it ever comes to it,he would never confess that the others knew abt him. plus the poor teddy bear hybrid is already shouldering the guilt from 1(cough well deserved chough) kill & is already living in worry of facing legal truoble bc of it so if namjoon thinks tae would do it again w/ any of them when there's no reason nor need to beside the fact that tae would never as well, just confirmed to me that all the accusations,assumptions & concerns that pushed namjoon to react that intensely & against tae were based on fear mostly. i mean,it makes sense to experience a bit of fear given the situation ofc, but unlike mc's & the others initial doubt & fear, his seems diff, like there's smth personal behind it...which bring me to my last point!

4- namjoon already has his fair share of negative experiences w/ the law bc he faked his documents to join the club etc & he got found out. but we never got to know how he got found out, if somebody ratted him out or smth else. so it makes sense that he would be more wary & tense than others knowing that the law could be involved again & also knowing that he would have to be in a position where he has to trust others to not sing like a bird. but still, he seemed very nervous & paranoid even... is he hiding smth like tae did? we still don't know what kind of ppl were in his life b4(beside mc's mother) or how exactly he came to know abt the "supernatural" & such. also b4 ending captured & at gerry's he mentioned that he lived as a wolf in national parks to jimin but didn't go into details. maybe he's trying to fly off the radar bc otherwise he risks smth legally & tae's situation put him on edge? idk,i'm speculating,rambling,being delirious at this point??😭😂 i'm trying to find smth in his reaction that may make it more understandable & feel less as just him being straight up an asshole & i'm kinda boiling my brain & feeling quite stupid w/ the things i came up w/😅

talking abt the actual fight instead, i really love your choice in making jk the one that descalated the situation & kinda acted as a mediator/sedative authority. unusual but suprisingly it fits him & the story very well! plus it also shifted his position in the house & dynamic,w/ mc mostly, but also w/ the bear & the wolf hybrids. god bless him 4 handling it so well & preventing the worst! xd

all the hybrids(minus poor hoseok but understandable😓💚) played a role into taking off some of the responsability & weight on mc abt having to do damage control & managing the situation. it really felt like it's no longer a relationship where she's primarily the one that takes care of them & navigates all the relationships & duties & things to do to keep things running in the house, but they all try to do their part & some of her part too if it gets too much,like this time. they are not just basking in the comfort & love, they are enjoying it ofc but they are also serious abt returning it & resolving conflicts etc inside the house also to take care of her as well. 4 now it's out of gratitude & also liking & caring abt mc & it's going so well w/ the slow burn!!!

quick note- you wrote abt jin having ptsd/anxiety/phobias & w/ that obviously come also triggers & i noticed how in the scene by the fire while making s'mores he seemed fidgety & uncomfortable w/ getting close to the fire so hoseok was roasting them 4 him. & knowing he was a "performer" in circuses b4, i wonder if they used fire or heat to punish him? or if smth happened to him that has to do w/ fire. u don't have to tell me if you don't want to ofc!^^ it's just me noticing this lil thing & being too curious xd

...uhm

i think i wrote enough(too much even) & should just stop by now😅 thank you 4 everything, 4 sharing your breathtaking writing, for giving me time out of your day when u reply & also 4 giving me space 4 my rambling even tho i feel i may have taken advantage of it a bit by now😓🙏

i hope this ask doesn't feel overwhelming & i hope you'r doing ok & are happy & healthy!!🤗🥰💜💜💜

Hi hi hi lovebug! I'm doing well lately, how have you been? I'm so happy you've dropped by to chat again! 🥰

Thank you so much for continuing to support Trouvaille and send me such wonderful feedback! I feel incredibly lucky and grateful to receive your love and all of your thoughts on the story 🥺💘

So again AHHH thank you so so much for your sweet compliments about my writing, my heart is gonna explode seriously 😭 (you know how to make a girl blush!!) I'm really pleased that you are feeling immersed into the story, especially in the jam-packed, plot heavy update in Chapter Seven! So cool that you can envision the home and the settings too, I was hoping that I was describing the surroundings well enough that readers could see it in their minds!

One of the most exciting things about writing an OT7 fic is planning out all the little quirks and traits each of the boys will have, on top of the MC and side characters, as well. Since about a week has passed since MC adopted the hybrids by Chapter Seven, she's become accustomed to some of the most obvious quirks some of them have (Hoseok's three note whistle tone, Jimin's cowboy manners addressing her as "Miss Y/N", etc.) so over time as she gets to know them more intimately, other unique traits will reveal themselves! I love a good few reoccurring jokes as well, I'm happy that you've picked up the lightweight one LMAO... eeeee but I'm so glad that their quirks are making them seem more realistic, thank you!! 💜💜

fdjkasfh I wanna apologize for leaving the previous chapter on a cliffhanger, I tend to do that a lot... I'm a sucker for shock value 💀

So MC and her mother! Their relationship tends to ebb and flow, due to the fact that their personalities are quite different. MC tends to be a bit more grounded in reality, conscious of responsibility, and perhaps a bit overly concerned with the opinions of others, at times. Meanwhile, her mother is loud and proud, free spirited, and almost childlike in nature. In a way, MC might feel as though she often had to act as the adult growing up, while her mother may have felt MC was a bit too rigid. Besides that, the spirituality that MC and her mother share also plays a big part in their relationship and dynamic. MC's big issue with her mother is the perceived nosiness that comes with card reading for others, particularly behind their backs. It is mentioned I believe in Chapter Three that MC's mother would often do Tarot readings for MC and then report back to her on the results, which in turn irked MC while she had taken a break from her spiritual practice. MC may have had instances in her childhood where having an eccentric pagan mother discouraged others from wanting to get closer to MC and her family. When her mother had the vision about Taehyung, I think MC's main concern was Tae overhearing the interaction, and either getting spooked or his feelings hurt in consequence. Truly, MC thought the vision to be so absurd at first, that she wrote it off almost immediately.

Paganism is an interesting sort of religion to practice, as there are many paths under the umbrella term of paganism one can take. One pagan that does card readings might not do herbal magic, another might not use Tarot or oracle at all and focus their energies on candle magic. Really, it is up to the practitioner how they practice, what they believe, and what works best for them. MC and her mother are a good example of this. Her mother tends to lean on Tarot and psychic ability, while MC (who is just now getting back into her practice) tends to be comfortable with spell crafting-- we'll dive more into her practice in the future! Also, no worries- you aren't being insensitive whatsoever (in fact, you're very respectful), I love answering questions on paganism and The Craft! I hope I can be a friendly person for anyone to come to and ask questions like these, it's fun to discuss with others! ✨💖

I like that you pointed out MC's mother being one to "nudge" her back into her practice, that IS absolutely what she is doing. A big theme here, as well, is the idea of "you see them, they see you" when it comes to working with spirits or any kind of magic. That's why it was important for me to stress the urgency MC had with performing some protective magic after the altercation with that entity; protection is key for a pagan/witch. We'll see in future updates how she hones her craft and makes it her own (on her own terms!) As well as how Namjoon, Jeongguk, and perhaps the others (!) beliefs and practices take form and change over time.

I really like the parallel you drew to the concept of religious trauma. MC primarily pulled away from her practice in attempt to get that nasty entity she accidentally summoned as a teen off her back, and sort of moved on like nothing ever happened. I think that the religious trauma parallel is a good comparison to what happened to her, but rather it being caused by an institution itself (for example, The Church), it was caused by her own lack of knowledge/research on the spell she was casting. I think she's on the right track to begin healing from her mistake, and now she knows to research before casting unfamiliar spells, and stay on top of protective magic!

NOW FOR TAE'S REVELATION! AHHH I'm so excited that I could keep you on your toes throughout the scene where he recounts what he had done! That scene was particularly tricky for me to write, and I revised it many times, so I'm glad that it had the sort of dizzying and uncertain pace that I was hoping for. Tae needed a big hug after that, and I'm glad MC gave it to him!

ANNND Namjoon too! I guess my love of shock value manifested itself into a fight scene, and making Namjoon into the instigator... You're right; he's always been suspicious of Tae, and definitely runs hot and cold. And on the other hand, "calculative" is one of the best ways I could describe wolf hybrid Joon. I think that he while he was flying off the handle in rage during the fight, he was still rather cold and cutting with his words, as if he hadn't considered the effect they'd have. I think because he is overly calculative, he can sometimes read a little too far into situations and get into his head, thus creating volatile or explosive emotions he cannot ultimately control.

So another reader had a similar theory that Namjoon reacted in this way because he was jealous or perhaps feeling the intense or instinctual need to protect MC from Taehyung. Though, when he turned his attention to MC and began taking it out on her, that shit was uncalled for. MC was already feeling a little insecure about her lack of knowledge when it comes to hybrids, so Namjoon inadvertently triggering that insecurity by calling her "stupid" cut her deep. She too, in the moment, believed that Namjoon truly felt that way about her, hence her breakdown. I like the connection you made to the outing with the hybrids when he suddenly grew distant and somewhat mean; perhaps this circles back to the jealousy he might feel (MC was surrounded by Yoongi, Tae, and 2Seok all paying her particular attention).

I also like your theory that Namjoon might have a hard time accepting that MC simply wants to give all of the hybrids, himself included, the opportunity to live safe, happy lives. I think the whole "spoiled rich girl" comment was something that just came to him, considering the significant sum she had handed over to adopt them all, the large house she lives in, etc. I think he said the first insulting thing he could think of in his blind rage-- but it is and interesting theory that he may be jaded towards those he perceives to be rich and spoiled, especially because we don't know too much about his past.

Because Namjoon's past is still a mystery, I love that you've come up with so many theories to fill in the gaps! The idea that he could be nervous about Taehyung being a fugitive because he himself is is an interesting theory! 🤔 It would certainly make sense for him to explosively react over the news of Taehyung perhaps attracting law enforcement to the house and in consequence, Namjoon himself... but for now, we simply don't know!

Jeongguk being the one to break up the fight was another twist to Chapter Seven. I'm sure not only MC, but readers as well were surprised to see bristly, avoidant Jeongguk get in the middle of those two, but I think he might have been the only one to do it successfully. Teaming up with Yoongi (who calmed MC down and then escorted Tae from the room), Jimin making her tea, and Seokjin staying with her while she fell asleep-- they all managed to put aside some of their smaller spats with each other in order to restore order in the home. I think at the end of the day, all of the hybrids are seeking a peaceful, happy environment to live in, so breaking up the fight was a priority to the others in the home. In future updates, we'll see how dynamics change and flourish between the housemates as time wears on and new situations crop up! 🤭

Final little note, for Seokjin-- he was indeed a performer for a circus, so the possibility of an accident involving fire happening to him is extremely likely! We still don't know how he was injured prior to his adoption, when MC picked him up from the shelter. Fire could definitely be included in his list of phobias that we know of (so far, we know that crowds are a phobia, for sure!)

THANK YOU thank you thank you for sending me another lovely message filled with your wonderful thoughts and theories, I truly enjoyed taking the time to read through them and reply as thoroughly as I could. I also thank you for reading and supporting Trouvaille and remembering so many little details tucked away in all of the chapters, it really made me so happy to discuss the story with you!! I hope you have a lovely week, are eating well, and staying healthy!! 🩷💓💗💘💖

#long post #asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts #thank you so so much for all these lovely theories and food for thought!!!

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ts4ritsa · 2 years

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OMG!!! I LOVED YOUR MOLLY MCGEE X FEMALE READER POST!!! If it's not to much trouble could you PLEASE write a part 2 as to how the plan went, I'd love it sm <3

✧ molly mcgee imagine :

aftermath of part 1, how the plan to ask you out went (fem reader)

It was perfect, to say the least. Scratch had helped brainstorm ideas of what someone like you would consider an “ideal date” to be.

Basically, he just gave Molly a mini lesson on how to approach you about it, and gives her advice on what she should and probably shouldn’t do.

“ alright, so, let’s begin” Scratch says as Molly sits on her bed, her head resting on her hands. He then pours his very short analysis about what someone what you would like. Something simple, yet special.

You were easygoing, so he assured Molly there was absolutely nothing to worry about. The plan was to ask you out while walking you home from school, after Libby left.

When it was time, things were going smoothly. You and Molly were having a nice conversation, her occasionally making you laugh, except it was her being super nervous and a little awkward.

“ heyy, are you okay? you seem freaked.” you asked giggling, putting your hand on her shoulder.

“ umm… y-yeah! somethings just been on my mind and…” she pauses, looks at scratch and he signals her to go on.

“ yeah?” you’re confused, but quite intrigued. What is she so nervous about? It could be anything, except you didn’t necessarily expect what was about to happen.

Molly takes a deep breath, “ okay, well, I was wondering if…” she says slowly.

“you wanted to go out with me!” she says in a much faster way. “I’ve liked you for a while and—“

“ wait wait… actually?” you ask, still processing what she just said. Molly nods at you and then looks at Scratch, who is giving her a thumbs-up.

“ oh! um, sure!! why not, haha?” you’re pretty flustered and you broke into nervous laughter while saying that, with a huge grin and everything. Molly took it as a good thing so you both just stood there and smiled like idiots.

Quickly enough, Molly breaks the silence and starts telling you more info about the date. When she told you where it was, you were ecstatic and excited on the inside but just told her alright and that you love that place so you can’t wait to go there with her.

You saying that made Molly really happy, even if you didn’t actually show how delighted you were. So when she dropped you off at your place and you both said bye, Molly literally starting squealing and jumping for joy.

“ CALM DOWN MOL, we’re in public!” Scratch says, trying to get her to shut up.

“ AHH SCRATCH I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED” Molly says, thrilled.

a/n : LMFAO HI… yk, I had left p1 as a little cliffhanger bc I wanted to let ppl imagine scratch describing their ideal date to molly but it’s fine!! I had fun writing these for you anyways ^^ ALSO IM SO SRRY ABT TAKING SO LONG.. was planning to just take a week off, but my family and I decided to take a vacay😭 N I HAVE SCHOOL IN LIKE 6H HELP ME

#reblogs are highly appreciated #the ghost and molly mcgee #the ghost and molly mcgee x reader #molly mcgee #molly mcgee x reader #scratch #molly mcgee headcanons #fluff #imagine

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hiraethhh-h · 2 years

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i’ve never sent in for a matchup or anything similar so let’s give this a shot (babe i’m low-key terrified, i’m not sure why - hence the anonymous)

i wouldn’t say i’m shy, but still more of an introvert as i much prefer more time with myself - kind of a wallflower by nature, but if i can be quite with outgoing people i click with.

i think most people would describe me as creative, caring ,and quite soft by nature, although i’ve had a couple people say that i’m intimidating to to due to my appearance, although i’m not too sure what they mean by that.

i am. also affectionate with friends, many hugs, hold my hand or i’ll grab theirs when i see something interesting, i’ll split my food if i can make them smile- and babe, big secret- i’ve never been in a relationship so i have never held a romantic interests hand which, honestly? just mean. i’ve spoken to a few people, and i. just cannot string sentences together and get dummy flustered

appearance wise? i have stretched ears (6mm), wear big ass, chunky heels a lot. i really do not know how to describe my style, a lot of midi dresses, cardigans, floral net-y tights- quite 80s inspired if i’m honest, also meaning baggy jumpers and band tees. a lot of dark colours in my wardrobe, but not entirely! neutrals and greens are also a big thing in that department!

i’m roughly 5’2 (the HEELS, man i feel so tiny without them- normally they add around 4-5 inches). also. i feel naked without my red nail which is ridiculous ik

i’m quite pale, dark blue eyes, and darkish brown hair with shaggy layers-kinda wolf cutty, around collarbone length. people semi-regularly tell me i’m pretty, but we don’t believe them because i use to get bullied for my looks and being the weird quite kid, so that’s ace.

i grew up listening to my parents music and damn me if i don’t still- so a damn lot of pink floyd, portishead, nine inch nails, - the pixies and satans rats being my favourites at the moment!

hobby wise, okay.

practically everything artsy, currently studying graphic design and the arts - so it takes up a lot of my time and i love it! the art i do produce is weird, creeps some people out- not gory per say but it does border the line of disturbing to some!

i’d a massive literature nerd, i spend a lot of my time reading - mainly fantasy fiction, a lot of classics- i grew up on shakespeare and tom hardy, a lot of the stuff you read in school and hate? i love. more modern stuff tend to be thriller/murder mystery/obscure- if we were villains being my all time favourite for the past four years

a pretty evident one would probably be music, i love vinyls, something i got from my dad as well as his taste - he’s a massive metallica fan so i have every one of their albums up to 88, but honestly i don’t really listen to their stuff often enough to call myself a fan

eek okay, i’m so sorry that was really long, i’m not too great at putting myself in words so i tried my best :,)

a scenario/head canons would be great, but don’t worry if you’re too busy! i do have a preference for men, but honestly just have fun and do whoever you’d rather write for!

—ps, you’re writing is beautiful i’ve been following for quite a while and man. heart flutters ilyily, keep doing what you’re doing because you’re doing it RIGHT

i know some people sign off with an emoji so i think i’ll do that if it could make anything easier :)

- 🍂

god. i was. going to mention that slashers. man your write them really well and were part of the starting issue for my crush on them so damn you and i love you keep it up babe! -🍂

i match you with...

chrissy cunningham!

AHHHESLJKDF- thank you much autumn anon ilyt (/p) <333 i literally started kicking my feet and squealing because i'm glad to hear you enjoy my work! and i'm glad i could spread my love of slashers onto you hehe >:3

also, chrissy lives in this bc she deserves better and i love her <333

cw for mentions of familial abuse.

after her near-death encounter with eddie, she realizes that his ‘forced conformity’ spiel in the cafeteria was true.

she realizes that there’s so much more to life than parties, gossip, and jocks.

you and chrissy are complete opposites. that’s what drew her to you.

she’s chrissy cunningham, head cheerleader, and ‘the queen of hawkins high.’

you? you’re… just you. you have the freedom to be yourself

that’s something chrissy craves.

chrissy doesn’t want to be ‘the queen of hawkins high,’ she’s tired of her mom forcing all these things on her, she doesn’t want to always worry about who she hangs out with because she could ruin her reputation.

chrissy’s just tired of upholding the mantle of overwhelming expectations.

if there’s one thing chrissy’s learned about being popular, it’s to keep your eyes and ears open at all times.

whenever she passes you in the halls, she often sees you walking with your friends and chatting away with them.

chrissy doesn’t miss how the two of you are holding hands, absentmindedly swinging them in tandem while walking

during lunch, she notices how you usually share your food with your friends, even if they don’t ask

chrissy is afraid to approach you at first because she’s not sure how you’d handle someone like her walking up to you and talking to you out of the blue, but she bites the bullet anyways

she finds that she can let loose with you and be herself, she doesn’t have to uphold any expectations around you because you don’t expect anything from her

chrissy loves your style because it’s so… different in a good way

she herself is a neutral-color clothing person because she doesn’t think dark colors look good on her

but she sometimes does steal try on your band shirts for fun

surprise surprise! chrissy’s found a new style :)

chrissy does ask questions about your ear gauges because she’s genuinely curious

she proposes the idea about getting matching ear cuffs because she has considered getting more piercings other than her belly button

she’s around the same height as you (5’3), so when you wear your heels, chrissy sometimes jokes about you ‘cheating’ to get taller

chrissy loves painting your nails and she’ll happily do them if you ask

sometimes she’ll ask you to do her nails after she does yours

i imagine chrissy mostly listens to mainstream music, but that doesn’t mean she’s opposed to hearing your type of music

chrissy is quite literally entranced by your artistic skills.

she doesn’t care if it’s morbid, creepy, or gory, she finds your art alluring.

more often times than not, chrissy will continuously glance at you as your work

she does her best not to stare, as she knows some people get uncomfortable when people stare while they’re working

you're a literature nerd! her too! she's just pushed that part of her to the back of her mind because it wouldn't be very 'queen of hawkins high' of her if she was into books

if you offer to read any shakespeare/tom hardy books to her, chrissy will drop everything she's doing just to listen to you

sometimes when she's in the mood, chrissy'll recite some of her favorite lines

i like to hc that if she wasn't a cheerleader, chrissy would def be into theater :)

“okay, now just close your eyes…”

“okay…” you murmur, doing as told. things were quiet around you, save for the idle sounds of the forest and chrissy rummaging through her bag. there were a few sounds of zippers opening before they completely stopped. “hold out your hands.” you did just that, a brow raised in silent question.

something smooth and cool slid into your hands, causing you to curl your fingers around the item. “now you can open your eyes.” chrissy stepped back with a smile, looking down at you. you cracked your eyes open, gasping upon seeing the familiar white line leading to the triangle that spit out a rainbow in the back. “chrissy! thank you, thank you!” you squealed with a growing grin, briefly hugging the vinyl close to your chest before turning to safely tuck it away in your bag.

“i’ll just say now that what i got you isn’t much,” you began, moving to hide the small box and paper behind your back. “so… sorry if it’s not what you expected.” chrissy shook her head, “that’s fine. a grad gift doesn’t have to be something big.” she reassured you. you gave a soft hum, flashing her a quick smile. “now it’s your time to close your eyes, i’ll let you know when you can open ‘em.”

chrissy nodded, doing as you instructed. “er… do i have permission to touch you?” the blonde stiffened at your words, her cheeks flushing before she softly cleared her throat. “yeah, go for it.” she confirmed. you stood from your spot on the bench after removing the cover from the box, placing the items on the tabletop and grabbing the gold necklace from inside. you turned to chrissy’s back, leaning down to get better access. gently brushing her hair from her neck, you got a good whiff of her sweet strawberry shampoo, causing the back of your neck to burn.

you gently unhooked the chain of her other necklace, setting it in the discarded box. you crossed your other hand in front of her face, bringing it to the back of her neck to properly hook the necklace together. chrissy’s hand drifted to the sun charm that rested on her chest, a faint smile on her lips. “okay, now you can open your eyes.” you told her, moving to grab the drawing you made. she did just that, looking down at the sun charm between her fingers. “um… i got you one that matches my moon necklace,” you began, “the charms, they… they fit inside each other.”

chrissy chuckled, “it’s beautiful. thank you.” she smiled, lifting her head to look at the drawing you held out to her. she gently took it from your hands, bringing the paper close to her face. “this is amazing too.” chrissy breathed out, her eyes scanning over the contents of your artwork. “thanks. i’m… really glad you like it.” you rubbed the back of your neck, slowly seating yourself next to her.

chrissy now turned to face you, the cheerleader lowering the drawing into her lap. “i… actually have one more thing for you.” chrissy said now, causing you to raise a brow. “what’s that-” the feeling of her lips against your cheeks practically made your eyes bulge out of your skull, your cheeks lighting ablaze at the feeling. chrissy slowly pulled away, her head ducked and obscuring your vision of her face.

“thanks chrissy,” you murmured after recomposing yourself, “i really loved that…” she lifted her head, her lips upturned in a smile.

“really?”

“really.”

#bee's matchups #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things four #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #🍂 anon

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rubysunnday · 3 years

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your song, prt 2 | c.b

Summary: As their wedding day approaches, Y/N’s parents continue to disappoint her. Colin reminds her that his own family is now hers.

Part 1

Colin Bridgerton had a way with words.

Ever since the concert, he hadn’t stopped writing Y/N little notes, proclaiming his love to her and comparing her to a summer’s day. Y/N was almost certain that half the things he wrote down where stolen directly from Anthony’s copy of Shakespeare’s sonnets, but she wasn’t complaining.

In the dozens of letters he sent her from when he was on his travels abroad, he always managed to describe what he was seeing in a way that made Y/N feel like she was there. From his vivid descriptions of the Grecian beaches lined with houses of every colour to the snowy heights of Norway, Colin somehow always made her feel as if she was there.

Y/N treasured each and every letter he sent her, tying them all together with a beautiful ribbon that he'd sent all the way from Amsterdam. They sat on her shelf next to the dried flowers that had been a part the bouquet of flowers he'd given her for her birthday.

She had spent the day with the Bridgerton's since her own parents were too busy up in Scotland to come down to celebrate.

Her parents were constantly disappointing her. They had barely even acknowledged her since she’d announced her engagement and she was tired of being ignored.

Y/N walked into the drawing room of Bridgerton House, a fake smile on her face.

“Y/N!” Hyacinth squealed, running up to her future sister-in-law and hugging her.

“Hello, Hyacinth,” Y/N said, returning her hug.

"I thought your parents were coming," Anthony said, noticing Y/N's lack of escort. His brow furrowed in concern as he noticed Y/N’s forced smile.

"They are in Scotland," Y/N replied, sitting down on the sofa and sighing. "They are too busy with my sister's horse riding competition to bother coming down to celebrate."

Y/N was trying to hide her upset about being forgotten by her parents. It wasn't the first time it had happened and it probably wouldn't be the last. Y/N's sister was their dream child - the talented one who would probably be the diamond of whatever year she decided to make her debut in.

Y/N's own debut had been almost ruined by her parents. Her grandfather had died two days before she'd been due to be presented to the queen and her parents and vanished overnight to Cornwall, leaving Y/N behind with no one to present her or accompany her to the ball.

Which was when Colin had stepped in. They'd found each other out in Hyde Park where Y/N had gone to escape her house and by the time they'd walked back to Bridgerton House, Colin had decided that Y/N was worthy of so much more than what her parents were giving her.

"Anthony!" Colin yelled, as soon as he walked inside the front door of Bridgerton house. "Anthony!"

"Colin, be quiet, it is fine," Y/N said, hitting his arm not too gently.

"No, it is not fine," Colin replied, his usual cheeky grin absent. "This is one of the most important days in your life and they have just left you! Anthony!"

"Colin, will you stop yelling!" Y/N hissed, noticing the staff giving them both bizarre looks.

Colin didn't listen. "ANTH - oh, there you are."

Anthony Bridgerton all but ran down the stairs, panic on his face. "What, who is injured?"

"No one," Colin replied, frowning. "What made you think that?"

"You yelling, probably," Y/N muttered, yelping as Colin elbowed her.

Anthony sighed and closed his eyes in despair. "Colin,” Anthony said slowly, looking up “what do you want?"

Colin shoved Y/N forward, the woman almost falling into Anthony at the sudden shove. She shot Colin a glare but he ignored it, putting his hands on her shoulders and spinning her back to face Anthony.

"Y/N, here. Our wonderful, amazing Y/N, has been abandoned by her parents. They will not be able to present her to the queen in two day's time nor will they be able to escort her to the ball. Therefore, I was wondering if you and mother could do it."

Y/N looked up at Anthony. She'd known him since she was eight and the Viscount had become a parental figure in her life, replacing the lacklustre figure that was her actual father. But asking him and his mother to present her to the queen was a massive ask.

Anthony's eyes softened as he looked down at Y/N. He put a hand on her shoulder and nodded. "Of course we can. Come upstairs, Y/N, Eloise will be very annoyed if she finds out you stopped by and did not say hello. We can talk more then."

Y/N took Anthony's arm and let him walk her up the stairs. She glanced behind her and mouthed a thank you to Colin who sent her a smile and a thumbs up.

Anthony gestured to the sofa next to Eloise and Y/N blinked, suddenly remembering where she was.

"So, your parents are continuing the standard they set when they did not turn up to your debut, then?" Eloise asked, moving up as Y/N sat down next to her. She offered the tin of sweets she was holding out to her.

"Please, do not remind me," Y/N muttered, taking a red sweet. "Thank you, again, for saving me," Y/N said, looking up at Anthony and Violet. "Truly."

"Do not worry about it, my dear," Violet replied, waving her off. "Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?"

"If you do not - Colin, what on earth?"

Y/N stared at Colin, who was struggling to hold a large bouquet of roses, hyacinths, elderflowers and daisies, with a perplexed look.

"Happy birthday!" He exclaimed, setting them on the table in front of her.

Y/N leant back to avoid being poked in the eye by a branch of elderflower. "I..."

Colin's face fell. "You hate them, I can tell. I was not sure how big was too big or how many flowers to include -"

"Colin, I love it," Y/N said, cutting him off. "I just was not... expecting anything."

Colin smiled down at her. "I could not remember which flower was your favourite out of them," he said, fiddling with a daisy, "but I remembered you liked how purple contrasts with blue and how yellow breaks the colours up like it does in a sunset. Specifically -"

"The Athens sunset of July 1814," Y/N said softly, remembering every single detail of that letter.

Colin's description of the sunset had stuck with her ever since. He'd described it in so much detail she'd felt as if she'd been sat next to him on the beach.

Her birthday flowers had only been the start. Colin seemed to remember every passage that had transported her, every sentence that had made her envy his freedom, every word Y/N had felt connected to and turned it into affection and gifts.

He made her feel wanted and loved when her own parents forgot about her or dismissed her. Whenever she cried he picked her up and read from his journals to distract her. Every single ball he would compare her dress to a sunset he'd seen and Y/N would just listen in awe as the words flowed like a song.

And then he had actually written her a song and had gotten it performed at the opera and Y/N had fallen head over heels in love with him. Colin had proposed to her that night and Y/N hadn’t hesitated before saying yes.

Colin had began leaving notes around her house, counting down to their wedding day. They’d come accompanied by flowers or little presents and even watercolours of her favourite places. Y/N kept them all in a box under her bed, hidden away from her parents who, if she was honest, didn’t really care about Y/N’s wedding or her successful match.

Her parents lack of interest in her or her wedding hurt. Y/N was hoping that her match to Colin would have at least perked something inside them but all she’d received was stoney silence and her father telling her that they couldn’t make it. He didn’t say why they couldn’t make it, just that they couldn’t make it.

“Hey, are you alright?” Colin asked quietly, nudging Y/N’s arm.

Y/N turned her head to look at Colin, realising that he’d evicted Eloise off the sofa and taken her place. Benedict and Anthony were both looking over at them with matching looks of concern but Y/N focused on Colin and nodded. “I am fine, Colin. I am simply thinking.”

“Well, we all know how dangerous that is for you, my love,” Colin replied teasingly, winking at her. His smile faded as he noticed her solemn expression. “Come on, tell me what is wrong.”

“My parents,” Y/N said quietly. “They... well, you know what they do to me. They have said that they are not coming to the wedding and have not even acknowledged me since we got engaged. They do not even acknowledge my birthday and I just -” Y/N cut herself off with a hefty sigh and dropped her head onto Colin’s shoulder. “I am so tired of them.”

Colin rested his head on top of Y/N’s and held her hand. “I know you are, darling. I am sorry they are not better parents. But,” he lifted his head up and gently tilted Y/N’s chin up, “you do not have to worry about them anymore. My family is your family, Y/N.”

Anthony, who had been listening to every word, spoke up. “Y/N, I will happily walk you down the aisle if you do not want your parents there.”

Y/N nodded and smiled, feeling tears burning her eyes. “Thank you, Anthony.”

Anthony could read her like a book and got up, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I promise you, I will not let them ruin your day.”

Y/N nodded. “I know, Anthony, thank you.”

Colin nudged her. “See, I told you. Besides, I do not believe that Hyacinth will let you go anywhere without her. You are a Bridgerton now.”

Y/N smiled sadly and kissed him on the cheek. “I cannot wait to marry you, Colin Bridgerton.”

“I cannot wait to marry you either, Y/N Bridgerton,” Colin replied with a smile.

#colin bridgerton #Bridgerton #bridgerton imagines #bridgerton imagine #colin bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton imagine #imagine

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fluffy-lee · 3 years

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Lesson Learned

Part 7 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Drama

Summary: Y/n returns to the cabin after her trip to Asgard. The reaction she receives from the Avengers surprises her, and one Avenger feels much different about the situation than the rest.

Thor opened the cabin door to see everyone, except Peter and Y/n, sitting quietly in the living room. They all jumped to their feet.

“Where’s Y/n?” Bucky asked, anxiously.

“She’s by the lake with Peter. She’ll be here soon.” Thor answered.

“Bucky, are you going to punish her?” Steve asked.

“For what?”

“Oh I don’t know… GOING OFF TO ANOTHER REALM WITHOUT ASKING?” Steve spat.

“She had my permission. I wouldn’t have taken her if it wasn’t completely safe.” Thor added.

“You cannot honestly say that it was completely safe.”

“With me? I can honestly say that. If you think I would put Y/n in any harm-” Thor, angry, got very close to Steve.

Steve didn’t show any sign of yielding.

“Would you two back down? I can handle this. She’s my daughter.” Bucky snapped, rolling his eyes.

“I’m going for a drive. Alone.” Steve sighed, grabbing the keys and leaving through the front door.

…

“Oh man, Peter, I’m afraid I am going to be in so much trouble.” You said, walking next to him down the trail back to the cabin.

It was getting dark and you and Peter had just had a major heart-to-heart. You felt so open and close with each other now, and you couldn’t be happier because of that, but you were afraid you had disappointed the Avengers, especially your dad.

“I don’t think you should be so scared. Thor was with you. I don’t see the harm done.” Peter assured you.

You finally made it to the back door. You gave Peter a nervous look. He gave you an encouraging smile and nodded. You smiled back and opened the door.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met Thor’s, Wanda’s, Vision’s, Pepper's, Tony’s, Natasha’s, Sam’s, and finally Bucky’s, but not Steve’s, which worried you immediately. You sighed and looked at the ground and then back up into Bucky’s eyes.

“I am so sorry.” You said sincerely.

Bucky walked toward you, and placed his hands on either side of your arms.

“I’m so glad you’re back safe. You look like a princess. You are so beautiful. You always are, but wow! Did you get this dress on Asgard?” Bucky asked.

“Yes.” You whispered, surprised by his reaction. “You have every right to be mad at me right now, Dad.”

“I know.” Bucky answered. “But, I’m not. I’m kind of excited for you. You got to do something really amazing, and you are so brave.”

“I’m not brave.” You grumbled, pushing his hand off your shoulder and going to sit on the couch. “The whole reason I left was because I was too afraid to face my emotions head-on. I didn’t use my head.”

“I know.” Bucky said. “But the point is, you came back! The same day, too!”

You looked up at him in disbelief. How could he not be mad?

“Thor told us everything, Y/n. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be of better help.” Tony apologized, sitting next to you.

You leaned on Tony, sadness still on your face.

“You helped.”

“It’s okay, Y/n. You aren’t in trouble.” Bucky affirmed.

“Thank you. To be quite honest, even if I was in trouble, I wouldn’t regret going. I’m really happy I went, because it helped me, and it was an incredible experience, but I do regret not telling anyone or asking.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” Bucky said, sitting on the other side of you.

Everyone nodded in agreement with Bucky.

You jumped into his arms and hugged him, and he hugged you back tight.

“Now please, tell us everything!” Wanda begged.

You smiled at her and jumped to your feet in the middle of the living room in front of everyone, ready to tell them everything.

“SO. Thor lifted his hammer and the next thing I know-” You began excitedly, going into every detail, gushing over the experience.

Everyone smiled, eagerly listening, as you stood in your stunning purple dress telling them the story.

Thor leaned against the wall, beaming with pride. He really loved you and he was proud that he helped you and you were yourself again.

Peter smiled too. He sure was glad you two were on even better terms now than you had ever been. He watched you, his best friend, describe the golden city. You saw him flash a smile at you.

…

You came down the stairs in your pajamas and once again, BAM! You knocked into Peter. He caught you before you fell back.

“How many times are you going to do that, Y/n?!” Peter exclaimed, lifting you up baby style in his arms.

“Oh I don’t know I’m so- AHH AHAHAHA!” You were cut-off by your own laughter, when Peter had blown a big raspberry on the front of your neck.

When he stopped, you caught your breath, definitely taken by surprise.

“Hehehe! I LOVE this new secret spot I’ve found.” Peter said evilly.

You blushed.

“Can we keep that a secret? Please?” You asked.

“I don’t know… You worried me quite a bit today…” Peter trailed off teasingly.

“Please, Peter?” You begged.

“Fiiine.” He sighed, putting you down.

“Thank you!” You said, lifting your chin to him with a smile. He mocked your expression.

You walked back into the living room and you found yourself suddenly being tackled to the carpet.

“WOAH! WHAT?!” You exclaimed, surprised. You looked up to see Bucky hovering over you.

“Oh yeah, remember when I said not to cross me again?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth.

You knew he was playing, but you were scared.

“Aww man.” You whined, eyes squeezed shut and shaking your head.

“You think I was gonna let you off that easy, hmm?” Bucky teased more.

You bit your lip with a smile. “Kinda!”

“You’re so cute. You get that from me.” Bucky boasted, wiggling his fingers in your ribs.

Giggles began to bubble through your lips as soon as his fingertips made contact with your sensitive rib cage.

Bucky pressed his nose to yours, squinting a smile as he tickled your ribs.

He loved the sound of your laughter. It sounded just like his little sister, Rebecca’s. He missed her dearly, and hadn’t seen her since he left to fight in the war. The first time he saw you, he immediately saw his sister in your face and physique. He thought you looked like him too. You had his eyebrows, smile, and according to Steve, his exact facial expression. Bucky guessed everything else was from your mother, but he didn’t remember what she looked like. The main thing though, he couldn’t believe you were his.

You blushed and soon found yourself laughing harder as he snuck his hands under your arms, digging in. You arched your back in laughter and began to scoot back out from under him in an attempt to escape the unbearable tickling. You were successful for just a moment before Bucky gripped your ankle.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’?” He growled, pulling you back to him.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!” You shouted, before falling back into your uncontrollable laughter as Bucky wiggled his fingers all over your belly.

“Can’t take what?” He asked teasingly.

“Dahahaddyy! Thihihis!” You cried.

“What’s this?” He teased more.

“You knohohow!” You squealed as you felt Bucky’s large hands wrap around your sides, squeezing and wiggling his fingers into the skin.

“Ooooh you mean me tickling you? You love it when I tickle you! You should be thanking me!”

Your face turned cherry red and your laughter fell silent as his fingers surprised you by dancing around your neck. You always found your neck being tickled so unbearable. You pushed at his hands to get them away so you could breathe. Bucky got the signal and had some mercy on you.

“Ahahaha. Would you rather me ground you?” He asked, holding your hands to his chest.

You gave him your famous puppy-dog eyes, and shook your head “no.” Bucky’s face fell a little at that.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m just kidding.” He reassured you. He noted how scared you were to get in trouble with him.

You relaxed a bit, catching your breath. You watched as his lips turned to a sly smirk.

“This is waaaay worse!” He chuckled, lifting your shirt a little to reveal your tummy, and pinning your hands to your sides.

“OH NONONONO!” You screamed, unable to help the anxious smile on your face. You really did love when he tickled you.

“This is what you get!” Bucky sang with a smile, before blowing raspberry after raspberry right above your belly button.

“AHAHAHAAAAHA!” You scream-laughed.

Bucky looked up at you and raised an eyebrow at you, making butterflies rush to your stomach. You wracked your brain, trying to figure out what he was going to do now.

You were caught by surprise when you found yourself curling in to your right as Bucky blew an extremely tickly raspberry on your right side. You felt Bucky smile when he heard your classic belly laugh. He then began to blow more raspberries on your side.

…

Steve walked through the front door of the cabin. He immediately heard your laughter and was well aware of what was happening. He just couldn’t help but grin at the sound of fart noises and his favorite laugh of yours. He could picture exactly what your face looked like, especially that cute smile. But he still wasn’t happy with you for going to Asgard. He found it reckless. He didn’t ever want you to go through such travel without him there to protect you. He knew Thor was perfectly capable, and he trusted him, but he still didn’t feel comfortable with it.

He walked through the cabin, past you and Bucky on the living room floor laughing, with the TV on in the background, past Wanda and Vision making dinner, out to the back deck where the rest were and joined them.

“I know it won’t do anything for you, but want one? Sam asked, offering Steve a beer.

Steve nodded with a small smile and accepted.

“You still mad?” Sam asked.

“A bit, yeah.” Steve shrugged.

…

You never noticed Steve was home. You were too busy laughing in Bucky’s grip.

Bucky came up from the raspberries and you couldn’t take much more, so you tried to charm your way out of the tickle attack by petting the side of Bucky’s face, but before you could say anything and make Bucky fall for your tactic, he playfully bit your hand and you squealed and laughed.

“Hey Y/n.” Bucky asked, teasing in his voice.

“What?” You grumbled, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“Are your thighs ticklish?”

“OH NO OH NO OH NO!” You freaked out, desperately trying to escape. You didn’t stand a chance against your super soldier dad.

“Hehehe I know they are!” Bucky chuckled, squeezing your super ticklish thighs.

Your laughter turned hiccupy as Bucky ruthlessly squeezed and scribbled your thighs. Gosh it tickled so much, you just had to lay there and take it. You were too tired to fight back at this point.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Bucky said through his smile.

As much as you loved it, it tickled so bad that you just couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Shahahap!” You wheezed quietly.

“Oh alright!” Bucky chuckled, ceasing his tickles.

You caught your breath and smiled shyly at him. Bucky squished your cheek with a kiss, making you giggle.

…

At dinner, you noticed Steve didn’t look at you or say anything to you. He definitely didn’t sit by you. He was totally avoiding you and it broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say to him. He had never been this mad at you before and you were afraid that he wouldn’t ever treat you the same again. You knew that wasn’t true, but still, he had never been this way to you before, and losing him was one of your biggest fears. You still tried to act normal and not let anyone see you were upset. Peter brought up you going to Asgard.

“Let’s not discuss that anymore for tonight.” You interrupted him, not rudely, Just calmly, cooly, and firmly.

You and Steve made eye-contact for the first time since you got back. You saw how angry he was with you. You felt worse. You got up from the table and went to bed. You cried yourself to sleep.

…

You woke up at midnight. You saw Natasha asleep in her bed. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You just thought about Steve. Finally, you decided to go downstairs to get water, and you hoped you’d run into Steve. You had to try to make this right. You came downstairs and saw the kitchen light on. You slowly crept toward the corner and peaked around to see Steve at the kitchen table drawing. You chickened out, and turned and slowly crept back towards the stairs, until you heard Steve’s voice.

“Come back here, Y/n.” He said firmly.

You slowly came around the corner and stood at the entrance of the kitchen, playing with your hands.

“Cloooser.” Steve ordered with a soft smile. His eyes were soft, too. Forgiving.

You walked to him. He nodded, as a way of telling you to speak.

“You think Dad should’ve punished me?” You asked quietly.

“Well, you ran away, twice in a row.” He stated raising an eyebrow.

“I’m really glad he didn’t, even though I deserve it.”

“I think Bucky knows best. He’s your Dad. He is good to you. Do you think you will ever do something like this again? Be honest.” Steve asked.

“Absolutely not. I couldn’t do that to him ever again. Or you.” You answered.

“See?”

You nodded.

“I, on the other hand, think I taught you better than that. Didn’t I?”

“You did.” You said.

“Then why did you do that?” Steve asked.

“I was scared, but I wanted to handle the situation myself… and I felt reckless.” You admitted, a guilty smirk on your lips.

“Mhm. I knew it.” Steve sighed. He patted your back. “You should go back to bed. It’s late.”

You felt a pain in your chest at that. You turned around and headed back, but stopped in your tracks and turned around before you left the kitchen.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?” He responded.

“You being mad at me… is the worst punishment I could ever receive.”

Steve furrowed his brows at you with sad eyes.

“I shouldn’t have done what I did, but going helped me. I am glad I went. I learned. I never would’ve been brave enough to go if I didn’t have you. You’re the one who has taught me how to bring out my inner strength. You have helped me become an independent person. I know it’s taken a lot of work, too, so I am sorry if I disappointed you. But I must thank you, for not failing me.” You said passionately with tears in your eyes.

Steve leaned back in his chair as if he was in shock. He exhaled sharply.

“Come here, Y/n.” Steve sighed, opening his arms to you.

You ran over and hugged him, comforted to be in his arms. You buried your face in his chest. Your tears stained his white t shirt.

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked, looking up at him.

“No.” He smiled.

You smiled so big. You let out a little “yay” making Steve giggle and gently tickle under your arms, making you scrunch up and giggle.

Steve stopped tickling you and turned serious again.

“Y/n? Why didn’t you come to me with your problems? You and I are buddies. We’ve been through so much together. Don’t you know you can come to me with things like that?”

“Well…” You thought for a moment. “Of course, I know that, but… you can be really protective, and I thought it would be a little… awkward.” You admitted bashfully.

Steve rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Come here.” He said, lifting you to sit on his leg. “You know what I would’ve told you?” There were those eyes again.

You shook your head “no.”

“I would’ve told you to talk to Peter, and take your time to figure things out, and I’d be here to help you if you needed anything.”

“I should’ve gone to you.” You sighed.

Steve smirked, giving you teasing eyes. You blushed.

“I’m glad you had this experience, learned something. I can’t protect you from everything. I am so proud of how strong you are, Y/n.”

You hugged him. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

…

You walked side by side with Steve up the stairs.

“I bet you’re glad I don’t like Peter that way.” You teased.

“He’s a good kid...” Steve trailed off, nodding with his eyebrows furrowed. Then he raised an eyebrow. “You’re right. I am glad.”

“Over-protective.” You rolled your eyes, teasing him more.

Steve gave you that look. You ran back down the stairs to escape what you felt was about to happen. Steve chased after you.

“Get back here, Y/n/n!” He boomed.

You ran as quick as you could down the hall, but you soon found yourself being scooped up by Captain America. He carried you to the living room and threw you on the couch. You blocked your torso, expecting him to tickle you like he always does.

“You’re so sassy!” Steve scoffed, grabbing your ankle.

“Uh! You can’t just tickle me in the middle of the night!” You exclaimed.

“Uh! Yeah I can!” Steve matched your tone, shrugging.

“Well… dang.”

Steve chuckled and tickled the bottom of your left foot driving you mad as you tried to kick and pull away.

“Ohohoho you’re not going ANYWHERE!” Steve exclaimed.

Your laughter was music to his ears. He held your leg, so you couldn’t kick him and reached down to tickle your tummy with his other hand. He was able to cover most of your tummy with his one hand, which he found very convenient, because he could tell it tickled you like crazy, and boy, did it! You squealed and laughed. The cabin was big enough that no one would be able to hear you down in the living room, so no one could save you from the tickle monster himself, Steve Rogers.

“Ihiihihit’s too muhuhuhch, Steheheve!” You cried through your laughter.

“Awww does that tickle?” Steve teased, letting go of your leg to join his other hand to your tummy, extending his tickling to your ribs and sides. It was just too easy for him to make you laugh so hard, and he adored that.

You felt pathetic trying to fight him off, so you just wiggled around and laughed freely. He knew you loved it anyway.

“You’re just so ticklish, Y/n. I love that about you so much.” He mused, wiggling all ten of his fingers in your ribs and sides.

Your laughter became hoarse and Steve knew you needed to go to bed, so he stopped, and lifted you up in his arms, causing you to flinch.

“I’m just lifting you up to take you to bed! ...What did you think I was going to do?” Steve interrogated you, biting his lip with an evil smile.

“Nothing!” You lied terribly.

“Did you think I was gonna… do… THIS?!”

PFFFBBT!

Steve blew a giant, tickly raspberry on the side of your tummy, his beard tickling it even more.

You knew he loved you as much as you loved him.

#marvel tickle #mcu tickle #marvel tickle fic #mcu tickle fic #steve rogers tickle #fluffy-lee #ticklish!reader #bucky barnes tickle

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laurenkmyers · 3 years

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So it seems I may have corrupted a few of my followers into the Tommy x Alfie ship, so I’ve decided to make a rec list of all my favourite fics, per several requests.

(Ps. I haven’t put all my faves here, didn’t want to go on too long so if anyone wants my bookmarks list, feel free the dm me)

1. the desert is a waste of time series (WIP) by @bakedapplesauce

I cannot tell you how fucking much I fell in love with this series *squeals*. It is utter perfection. I barely have the right words to describe the incredible journey you’re all about to go on. Trust me when I say this story has everything you could ever possibly want out of these two. (It’s a WIP, yes, but please don’t let that stop you from reading it because UGH, IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD.)

2. live a lie (series) by @mintjamsblog

My love for this fic *screams*. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve re-read it. Absolute fucking filth. An insanely well written, stunning, emotional rollercoaster. Please read the tags as the chapters go on (spoiler alert, it gets i n t e n s e.) My heart is heavy with love for this fic. (completed)

MORE UNDER THE CUT (it got long)

3. been starving for too long on my own (one shot) by wallissa

Modern setting. Tommy meets Alfie behind the bar as he and his brothers wait to meet a new potential business partner. The sexual tension and wanting and need is everything. It’s stunning and stayed with me. Have read multiple times. Highly recommend. (completed).

4. put your hands on me (one shot) by magnetism_bind

Tommy's dreamed of Alfie Solomons' hands on him. It doesn't mean he *has* to have the real thing. (OH OH OH, BUT HE DOES. AND WHEN HE DOES HE LOVES EVERY GODDAMN SECOND OF IT.) A very fucking good one shot. Loved it so much.

5. i hide my tongue behind my teeth and buy myself a new belief (one shot)- by cunninglinguist

The totally canon missing part from the Beach House Scene (TM) in the Peaky Blinders season 5 finale. That’s all you need to know. It’s totally canon now. This is exactly what happened. So fucking good.

6. the portrait (three parts) by eehms

Tommy overhears Alfie talking about him to someone at a party, saying that Tommy’s not his type. Tommy decides to find out how true that is. (The one in which they burgle nobility, and attend more orgies together than one might expect.) - This fic is SO MUCH FUN. It’s naughty, and funny, and delicious. I love it so much. (completed)

7. the passover goat (one shot) by eehms

In which Tommy also attends Alfie’s Passover dinner and proves himself to be very persuasive. - Canon divergent one shot that puts Tommy at the passover goat ceremony where (in canon) Alfie betrays him for the first time...but this time he doesn’t. Love love loveeeee this fic.

8. what we do (series) by strawberriez88oo

Post season 5, Tommy and Alfie (finally) get together. It’s such a fun short series. They tease and banter. I would also HIGHLY recommend you just read everything this author writes. I fell in love with their writing style so much. The tommyxalfie relationship is a lot softer than some of the other rec’s, but no less FIERCE. One of my favourite writers in the fandom.

9. try again (and maybe we’ll do the right thing) (two parts) by strawberriez88oo

(canon divergence from season 4 finale) In which Alfie finds himself stuck in a time-loop at Margate, with Tommy. —Series 4, Episode 6 canon-divergence.- IT’S JUST AS COOL AS IT SOUNDS. GROUNDHOG DAY FT TOMMY AND ALFIE. So fucking gooooood. (completed)

10. tighten the reigns (one shot) by watchthequeenconquer

Tommy controls people like he does horses; with a stern look and a commanding hand.Thought he could keep doing the same with his own desire, until he runs headlong into Alfie Solomons, who rides him hard and puts him away wet.- Sweet lord in heaven, this fic is gooooooooood for my soul. I read this, and immediately had to reread it over and over. The smut towards the end is SO GOOD and just, fuck. Please read this and all of watchthequeenconquer’s fics, special shout-out to: you give me fever

11. between the devil and the deep blue sea (three parts) by sphinxofthenile

"This is what's going to happen," Tommy says, cigarette dangling from his lips, so goddamn assured that everything will go his way just because he wills it, and Alfie just wants to punch him in his perfect fucking mouth.

Follows seasons 1-3, with the altered premise that Grace never came back from America to become a fridged trophy wife.

Basically a rewrite of seasons 2&3 WITHOUT GRACE. God, I will praise this fic to the high fucking heavens. I love it with my whole heart. (completed)

12. breathe again (WIP- 26 chapters) by @whentommymetalfie

Post season 5: After the field, there’s nothing left to do. Except try to pick up all the broken the pieces. But it seems like no one can do it. Somehow, Tommy might still end up right where he needs to be.

THIS. FUCKING. FIC. I had to end my rec list with this fic because it is BREAKING MY FUCKING HEART. Lord have mercy, I am being hurt on the daily by this utter beauty. But it’s really fucking beautiful, despite the pain, and it’s only getting better and better with each new update.

#tommy x alfie #peaky blinders #sholomons #tolfie #tofie #fic recs

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fromherlips · 6 years

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a hunt for christmas decor - a cake for breakfast drabble

words cannot describe how much i’ve missed this fic and these two little lovebirds! christmas is easily one of vera’s favorite times of year, so enjoy a lil drabble about peppermint flavored drinks and the quest for some nice christmas decorations!

“Liam,” I whispered, poking him in the side. He shifted in his sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been trying to wake him up on a Saturday morning, but I’d taken a peek out the window after I had gotten up to go to the bathroom and couldn’t contain my excitement.

I sighed, flipping over onto my stomach with one of my legs slotted between Liam’s. I started with a kiss on his jaw, my chin grazing against the thick layer of stubble I’d asked him not to get rid of at the end of November. He groaned, his eyes still closed as I started a trail of kisses up the side of his jaw until the tip of my nose nudged his ear.

“Vera,” he mumbled, bringing one of his hands up to rest lazily on my waist. “I hate you right now.”

“You don’t mean that,” I murmured, dropping my hips until our bodies were touching. “Wake up.”

“I don’t even know what time it is but I can tell you it’s too early,” he grumbled, refusing to open his eyes.

I huffed, letting my chest collapse against his as I gave up trying to keep my balance on my hands. “It snowed,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the skin of his bare shoulder as I adjusted my head on his chest. “It finally looks like Christmas.”

Liam hummed something, most likely an “mhm,” before his hand settled on the small of my back. In his defense, it was early and it wasn’t exactly the first snow of the year. But it was the first snow that completely covered the grounds and made Leeds look like a winter wonderland. And that, I figured, was a cause for a celebration.

“You’re so warm,” I murmured, cuddling closer to his bare chest. “Are you pretending to be asleep?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Rude,” I scoffed.

“One might argue that it’s rude to wake up your sleeping boyfriend on a Saturday morning when it’s the only day he gets to sleep in.”

“It’s eight in the morning, how much longer can you sleep?” I asked incredulously.

“At least four more hours, ideally,” he grumbled. “Veeeee, I love you but I’m sleepy.”

“But I’ve barely seen you all week and it snowed and my favorite coffee place has peppermint lattes and festive pastries that always sell out during this time of year unless you go early,” I whined.

Liam sighed, rubbing small circles on my back. “I missed you too, Vee,” he said. “Work was manic, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I get it, trust me,” I replied. “I just got used to seeing you a few nights a week for so long and it was weird not to see you.”

“I know,” he replied. “You’re the only person I’d willingly wake up for at eight in the morning on a Saturday, you know that right?”

“It must be my magical persuasive powers, huh?” I asked, craning my neck so I could look at him. “Does this mean a yes to going out for coffees?”

Liam’s eyes opened slowly, still squinting as he looked down at me. “Give me a few minutes to wake up and then I’ll start getting ready.”

I nearly squealed but kept my volume under control so Liam didn’t silently grudge me all day for being too loud too early. “Thank you,” I hummed, leaning forward to peck him on the lips before rolling over onto my back again.

While Liam chose a standard grey hoodie and black joggers outfit, I might have gone a little too festive. Liam snorted when he saw my Christmas themed jumper, which in reality was just a fluffy white jumper with a huge reindeer face on it. I rolled my eyes at him, slipping on my bright red wool coat over it to fend off the cold.

Liam drove my car for the short five-minute trip, the weather too cold to make the walk like we normally would. Parking wasn’t terrible, but we still had a short ways to walk in the snow before we got to the warm coffee shop. When we got inside I couldn’t help but stop in the doorway and take a whiff of the ever so Christmassy scent of peppermint.

He grabbed us a table while I ordered us too of the peppermint lattes and a few of the pastries to split (mainly because I couldn’t choose which one I wanted). I balanced the drink carrier in one hand and the plate of food in the other, weaving through the occupied tables until I found Liam at one near the window.

“Couldn’t decide?” Liam asked, glancing down at the plate of food. “How do you feel now that it’s your favorite time of year.”

“Alive,” I breathed out, cupping my hands around the warm mug. “I’m so excited Liam, you have no idea. I get to not only help decorate my parents’ house this year but my flat too. I have two places to express my Christmas spirit and I am 100% here for it.”

“If you’d like a third place, Harry and I never decorate our flat,” Liam said. “I already asked and he said it’d be fine.”

“This is why I love you,” I sang, immediately taking a sip of the warm latte. “Speaking of though, any chance that you would want to accompany me to shop for some lights and baubles and all that fun stuff?”

“Name a time and place and I’ll be there,” Liam replied. “Why don’t we just go today or tomorrow actually. I’m sure you’re keen on getting then soon, yeah?”

“Well I mean, we’re already out so we might as well...” I said, my voice trailing off.

“Was this your plan all along?” he asked, quirking his brows.

“I’ll never tell,” I said before taking one long sip of my drink.

&&&

“Vera, should I be concerned about your shocking amount of Father Christmas hats or is this something I just shouldn’t even be surprised about?” Liam asked, holding the end of the strand of fairy lights while I carefully wrapped them around the base of my tree. “I think I already know the answer and it’s the latter, isn’t it?”

“You got it, babe,” I hummed, bobbing my head back and forth so the fuzzy bauble and silver bell on the end of the hat jingled atop my head. “I must say, you look just as charming with that hat on as well.”

Liam snorted, no doubt shaking his head at me. I stuck my tongue out at him as I emerged from behind the tree, reaching up my arms a bit higher so the lights began to gradually crawl up the branches. I had a box stuffed with various coordinating baubles and a star for the top of the tree set to the side of the tree and another with glittery decor pieces to add to my shelves and coffee table. We filled the boot of his car with the Christmas bits for his flat, setting a date for Tuesday night after we went to the gym (I had started to tag along a few months ago, mostly because Liam lifting weights was an incredibly sexy sight that I had missed the entire duration of our relationship).

“When’s our hot chocolate break?” Liam asked, now hoisting me up every few seconds so I could adjust the lights at the top of the tree without using a chair or something else to step on. I waited until the edge of the strand of lights was secured just beneath where the star would be placed, tapping Liam’s wrist so he knew when to set me back down.

“Ideally after we put up the baubles, but I suppose we could have it now as long as you promise that we will get it decorated tonight,” I replied. “And just know, that even if you don’t help, I will stay up all night doing it myself.”

Liam laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist so he could pull my body to his. I propped my chin on the tops of his shoulder, letting my chest melt against his as he hugged me closer. “I’ll help you, Vee,” Liam murmured, pressing a kiss against the top of my head. “After hot chocolate because I know you splurged and got the good kind two weeks ago.”

“Using me for my artisanal hot chocolate, tsk tsk,” I said. “Alright, I’ll start on the hot chocolates.”

“Thank you,” he sang, tightening his hold on me so he could pick me up and twirl me around twice. “Love you!”

“Mhm,” I hummed, slipping out of his arms, but not before pecking him on the cheek. I could hear Liam cleaning up in the lounge, clearing out the boxes from the lights and baubles that I unboxed and needed to recycle. I preferred storing my Christmas decorations in my own boxes, ones that were easier to look into and keep hidden because they were much less bulky.

I was in the middle of putting the whipped cream on the top of our drinks when the Christmas music started to play, no doubt Liam’s doing as he connected his phone to my Bluetooth speaker. He must’ve put on an acoustic Christmas playlist, a soft hum of calming festive tunes filling the silence of the flat. I swayed back and forth as I walked back into the lounge, ready to join Liam on the sofa as he sat down and relaxed for the first time since we’d left the house that morning to fetch coffee and Christmassy pastries.

“For you,” I said, handing over one of the snowman mugs to Liam. “Hope it tastes alright.”

“I’m sure it fantastic, Vera,” Liam replied. “Ah, you went for the Father Christmas mug.”

“This one is a favorite of mine,” I replied, looking down at the massive red mug in my hands. “That snowman one is nice too though. They’re big so they hold a lot of coffee.”

Liam snorted. “Clearly a priority for you.”

“Hush now and drink the hot chocolate you begged for,” I snarled jokingly, nudging him in the back of his calf with my foot. “Love you, babe!”

“I really feel the love right now,” he grumbled, bringing the rim of the mug to his mouth. I watched as the whipped cream got caught on his mustache, leaving a faint white line on the top of his mouth when he pulled the mug away. He tried to lick it off, sticking his tongue out and running it along his top lip. Finally, with a huff, he used his thumb to wipe off the excess whipped cream, licking it off to get rid of it once and for all.

“Is it alright?”

“It’s very nice, Vee,” he assured me. “But I figured while we’re sitting here, I have something I want to ask you. Or rather, suggest, I guess.”

I nodded, quirking a brow while I waited for him to continue. “What’s up?”

“Well, it’s about Christmas,” he replied. “I know last year we split up for Christmas, but since we’re obviously a little further into our relationship than we were last year, I was kind of thinking about what might happen this year.”

“Ahuh,” I said, urging him to go along.

“So, I guess I just had an idea of how to work it out,” he said. “I figured we could do Christmas Eve with your family and then Christmas morning so you could open presents with your sisters. And then have Christmas dinner and Boxing Day with my family in Birmingham. I know you probably have traditions with your family and I’m sure I could work it out with my family that I just come another time or maybe we could just switch between families each year and–”

“Liam,” I said, interrupting his rambling. “I think that sounds like a really good idea.”

“Which one?” he asked. “Because I like the splitting it between Christmas Eve and morning and then Christmas dinner and Boxing Day.”

“Me too,” I replied. “I really appreciate that you’d want me to spend Christmas morning with my sisters. That’s a big day for them, I reckon they look forward to it all year.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Liam replied. “I just…want to find something that works for us, you know?”

“Of course,” I said. “And I want to see your family for the holidays. You know I adore your parents and sisters.”

“They think you’re the loveliest person they’ve ever met,” Liam told me. “I…well my mum asked if we were coming for the holidays and I told her I wasn’t sure what we were doing yet and she made me tell her everything you liked and disliked about Christmas dinner and…”

“Liam, you are adorable when you ramble,” I told him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I am absolutely okay with this arrangement. I think it would be the best way to spend the holiday, don’t you?”

He nodded, keeping one hand wrapped around the mug while he used his free arm to snake around my shoulder. “Time with your family, my family, and you? Sounds like my ideal holiday.”

“You’re such a sap,” I replied. “I really better start going through my Pinterest boards to find the best desserts to make for Christmas dinner. I really need to step it up for my first Payne Christmas. Do you think they prefer biscuits? What about cake? Cupcakes? Breads? Liam, I’m really going to need your guidance. Oh! Are there any dietary restrictions? No, right? Any allergies? Liam, are you listening?”

He had begun laughing somewhere between cake and cupcakes, shaking his head when it became my turn to ramble. Liam rubbed his thumb against my arm, brushing against the cozy fabric of my jumper. “We can talk more about this later, perhaps after we finish up with the baubles,” he said.

“Fine, but as soon as this flat looks like my version of Christmas threw up on it, we’re coming back to this dessert conversation, okay?” I asked, faking my best stern look as I craned my neck to look at him. He immediately burst into laughter, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against my lips.

“Okay Vera,” he replied, leaning his forehead against mine. “Now drink your delicious hot chocolate and let’s listen to some holiday music, yeah?”

“Alright, alright,” I agreed, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. “But I’m holding you to this!”

“Trust me, Vee, I know,” he sighed.

#holiday 2017 #1dff #cake for breakfast #liam payne fanfiction #liam payne fics #I MISS THESE TWO SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA

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