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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Created by @talesofadragon photos found on Pinterest

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of SA, mentions of child abuse, canon level violence, Bucky and his feelings, possible smut make sure to check each chapter for warnings!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34

Extras: mile high club • Valentine’s Day • mother of my children • Bucky and Lottie ent to the store • all the single ladies • Y/N and Lottie went shopping • Lottie helps Steve train • Lottie wants a husband • big sister/cousin Lottie • dance recital • Bucky and reader as parents • big brother to the rescue • Parents/Avengers • how it started • tee ball • Morning routine •Happy Mother’s Day • Charlotte at school • older Henry and Reader dancing • Steve and reader are besties • Charlotte’s fashion Happy Father’s Day • Morning routine pt 2 • Protective Charlotte • egg cracking prank • toddler talk • big sister • big brother • Lottie will C U Next Time • a regular day at the Barnes home • Glitter Bomb • 🦃Thanksgiving 🦃 • Lottie’s got jokes • Lottie’s gonna kick some ask • Lottie’s fit check • Henry questions your life choices • Lottie plans to move out one day • Missile Toads 🎄 • 🎄CHRISTMAS🎄 • What Lottie wanted • show and tell/science fair • Don’t look at me like that • big sister cuddled • 🎶Those eyes 🎶 • 💖Valentine's Day 💖 • Hack Job • Potty Mouth • Obstacle Course • Picture Day •Big Brother 2 • Happy Birthday Bucky • big bro Henry and baby Barnes • Evil Charlotte • Story time with Bucky • Lunch Thief •

Summary:

For two years Bucky had enjoyed his new found freedom. He could go out whenever he wanted. No one was forcing him to do things he didn’t want to do. For the first time in a long time Bucky enjoying was falling in love. You had been the one to capture his heart. He was painfully oblivious that you returned his affections but he’d rather be your friend than nothing at all.

You had been new to the Avengers team when Bucky was found. At first you had volunteered to help bring him in but you worried that your abilities to manipulate metal would make him keep his distance. You had been pleasantly surprised when that wasn’t the case. Now with every day that passed you fell more in love with Bucky, you were also unaware of his feeling for you.

After a raid to a hydra detention center and the discovery of hydra’s new test subject, Bucky will have to confront abuse he didn’t know about. He feels like hydra still has control over him and he’s not sure what to do. When Bucky fell from the train hydra took away his chance at love and a family, now they’ve basically forced it on him. The new revelation with force him make choices he never knew he would have to make, he only hopes he can do the right thing.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x enchanced!reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter solider #bucky barnes #dad!bucky barnes #dad!bucky Barnes x reader

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 months

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Peppermint Kisses

Summary: Going Christmas mall shopping with your friend and long time crush, Seungmin.

Oneshot

Fluff, Friends to lovers au

Word Count: 1,453

Seungmin (O.de) x Female! Reader

Requested: Hi~ For the 12 days of Winter I would love #3: “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?” If it's still available, with O.de x female reader please🥹 Thanks in advance 🤍

Prompt: 3. “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?”

[A/n: It’s pretty gender neutral, but it is based on a female reader!]

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Seungmin invites you to go Christmas shopping with him and picks you up. You listen to the soft rock music he has playing, “So, what’s new with you and the boys?” He sighs, “We’ve been practicing for our tour, so it’s a little stressful. So, I planned to get away from all of that today.” You ask, “Wouldn’t you want to do that alone?” He shakes his head, “Your company isn’t overpowering, and I like your opinion on things I go to buy.” You smile and agree with his sentiment. He asks you about your job, and you tell him how it’s going and how you’re glad you get a break from it all to spend time with him.

He parks as close as he can, and you both exit and hustle inside, freezing. In the mall, “So, what’s the game plan?” He smiles and looks at the various stores, “What if we start with the big department stores?” You nod, “Then, we'll do our stocking stuffers separately?” He nods, “You read my mind.” You both head over to Macy’s and take the escalator to the backstage. You dig through the selections, picking out and gathering a few things. You find two beautiful cable-knit sweaters and ask, “You think Jungsu would like this sweater or this sweater better?” You hold up the two options, and he points to the latter navy-colored one. You place it in your arms and peruse the area more, picking up a few things.

When you spot the perfect lilac shirt for Seungmin, hide it amongst your pile before he can see it. He asks, “Black with red stripes or red with black stripes for a scarf for Jiseok?” “Red stripe, he can wear it with his bolder outfits. But it doesn’t overpower them.” He agrees and throws the scarf into his ever-growing pile. It takes a while before you both decide to check out. You get in line first and watch Seungmin stop and grab a hoodie. He gets in line and shows you, and you ask, "For Hyeongjun?" He nods, you smile at him, and the person calls for the next person in line. You head over and tell the person to hide the purple sweater, making eyes at Seungmin, and they nod and quickly scan it in between two items. They wink at you and put it into the bag.

You make it out with a good bundle, walk to the next store, and take the escalator to the third level. You look around, “Do we really want to look at blankets and appliances?” He shakes his head, “I think we were supposed to go the opposite way.” You both nod before immediately heading down to the first level. You walk through the perfume department together. And instead of gagging as you would as a kid. You both peruse, and you catch him smelling a cologne, but he doesn’t ask for an opinion. He just nods to himself and walks away from it. You sneakily walk over and make a mental note to pick it up later. And at last, you both spot the perfect one for Gunil. You both go in halves and look through the rest of the departments.

He asks, “I think Jooyeon would like this tank top, do you?” You look over and giggle, “‘This is my beach bod’?” with fake muscles on the tee. The two of you cackle before he hangs it back up and finds something better for him. And continue spotting more things to buy for Seungmin once you leave. You keep seeing gifts you’d like to receive, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Out of your line of sight he picks up the things you’ve stopped to look at for yourself. Hiding them in between things he got for his friends.

As you exit, you ask, “Want to split up for a while and meet up in the food court?” He agrees, and you two split up in the middle of the mall. When he’s out of sight, you go back and grab the clothing and perfume you wanted to get him. Afterward, you pop into various shops, getting cute stocking stuffers. You check off your lists for your friends and family as you circle around.

Once you’ve finished, exiting out of the music store, your phone rings. You answer with a, “Hey!” And you hear Seungmin’s voice go, “Ready to meet me in the food court?” You agree, and he tells you where he’s sitting, and you head over to him. As you sit across from him in the food court, tired from your endless shopping, he pulls out a bag of peppermint kisses. You look at him with raised eyebrows, “Where did you get those from?” He points to the chocolate shop you had passed up a few times. You look back at the bag and ask, “Can I have one?” You can see the smirk overcoming his features as he says, “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?” Which causes you to splutter, “Wh-What?!” And he quickly backtracks, “You don’t have to! I just- I um-.” You shake off your initial shock and hold your hand out, and he awkwardly places one in your hand, “So, do you want it now or later?” He looks around the food court, and his cheeks are red as the ornaments on the tree behind him. He whispers, “Now?” You grin before eating the kiss he gave you to freshen your breath. Before getting up and standing in front of him, “You sure?” He nods, and you lift his chin, placing the gentlest kiss on his lips.

You move back from him and feel him place another in your hand, which makes you laugh as he pulls you in for a deeper kiss. When you both pull away, he whispers, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” You blush, “Me too.” You sit across from him again, and he shares his peppermint kisses a bit more with you before you both stand up, and he shyly holds out his arm for you. You slowly slide your arm through and pick up your gift bags.

You're putting your bags into his trunk when he asks, “Do you want to see a movie in the theater?” You smile and nod, “I’d love to.” You lean against his shoulder as he orders the tickets. And before you can pull out your card to split the purchase, he’s already bought them. You shake your head at him, pay for the popcorn, and head to your theater. As you sit down and wait for others to filter in, he pulls out the peppermint kiss bag, “Do you want to share this time?” You grin, and with a blush coating your cheeks, you say, “Only if you’ll share the real deal~” He smiles, “Okay.” When the movie starts, you notice you’re the only two scheduled in the theater. You spend most of the movie trading ‘peppermint’ kisses and eating popcorn.

As the ending credits roll up and the lights come on. You pull away from your last kiss and giggle at each other’s swollen lips. You ask, “Did you catch what the movie was about?” And he shakes his head, “Me neither.” You get up, and he follows you out of the theater, and you say, “I guess we’ll just have to see it again together.”

You look back and smile at him, and he says, “I'd like that.” You throw away the empty popcorn bag, and he slides his arm around your waist. He holds you close as the chilly wind whips through the air, keeping you warm on your walk back to the car. He opens your door, and after you get in, he closes it, quickly hops in, and turns his engine over. You wait for the cold car to warm up after the heat comes on, and he turns out of the lot. You bump his empty right hand a few times, and he smiles as he realizes what you're doing before taking your hand in his.

As he drives back, you realize your Christmas wish has come true. You're finally dating Seungmin, and all is right in the world. You press your fingers to your lips and think, 'Yeah, it's real, and my lips sure are swollen'. You feel him squeeze your hand and look at him, and he grins, “This is going to be my favorite Christmas.” You tilt your head at him, “Why?” His grin grows brighter as he says, “Because I get to spend it with you.” You giggle and tell him, “You're my Christmas wish come true.”

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beautifulsimslover616 · 1 year

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klausinamarink · 4 months

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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 13)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 next: Part 14 | ao3

since Christmas is around the corner, I’ll be busy for the next few days so new chapter as a special treat!

It’s an endless cycle of pain. From every heavy breath to the tiniest movement, his leg just pulses in a way that it shoots the numbness through his body and Eddie would see black and white stars. His brain turns into static for what feels like hours. Then once it fades away, the adrenaline comes back, taunting him to get up. But he can’t because he registers his fucked up leg, starting the process over again.

Eddie hates lying on the floor with all of these creepy vines around, knowing that one can slither to life and grab his ankle, but it’s the best he can do right now. He’s too tired and weak from the fight to bother attempting to sit up. He does thank any god listening for keeping the strength he had for running downstairs to save Will after the demogorgon chomped on his ankle.

He can hear the commotions in the house, both from the Wheeler family trying to restore power and from Will’s scavenging for healing items.

Healing items. Why did he say it like that? This isn’t D&D anymore, Eddie!

Though at this point and not for the first time, he wishes this is just a very bad dream that he’s gonna wake up from.

Footsteps loudly clamber down the stairs. Eddie lifts his head up to see Will running towards him with arms full of a thick first aid kit, bottles of questionable liquid, some towels, and tons of bandages that could rewrap a mummy.

“Mrs. Wheeler is always prepared for everything.” Will says hurriedly in lieu of an explanation. He drops next down to Eddie with the supplies. He quickly opens the kit and starts pulling a bunch of things out that Eddie can’t keep track of. But then Will freezes, staring between at the items in hand and Eddie’s wounded leg.

“Hey, Doctor Will,” Eddie heaves out a chuckle, “don’t leave your patient hanging.”

It’s a weak joke but emotional distractions are necessary. At least until Eddie sees the absolute panic in Will’s eyes.

“I don’t know how to fix this.” Will says quietly.

Eddie sucks in another breath through his teeth. Looks at the ceiling and makes a quick prayer. He snaps his fingers, catching Will’s attention. “Do- shit, fuck- we have any water left?”

Will stares at him. Then he’s quickly unzipping his backpack, pulling what Eddie’s positive is their last water bottle. It remains uncracked despite how much Will had ran around earlier. There’s about half of precious water left.

”Okay,” Eddie balls the collar of his tee and pulls it to his mouth, “open it and pour it on the wound.”

Will gives him a fearful look, but Eddie’s already biting into his shitty cloth, chest heaving in anticipation. Will looks away, opens the bottle, and pours the water.

It’s not as horrible as Eddie expects, but it intensifies the pain anyways and he screams through his makeshift gag. Fuck, now he can feel the water soaking into the bloody gashes.

“Towel…” He gasps out and Will is quick to delicately dab it on his leg.

It goes on like this for a long time. Eddie quickly pointing to the rubbing alcohol and the bandages while Will follows, his panic ebbing away to tired determination. In the end, half of his leg throbs under the various bandages. His ankle feels much more raw. His jaw hurts from clenching so tight.

But they’re not staying here. Will doesn’t say it, but Eddie knows from his campaigns that spilled blood guarantees monsters. And even though they killed the demogorgon, who the fuck knows if there’s another lurking nearby?

It’s an agonizingly slow process. Every step on his bad leg sends up painful jolts. He’s certain that he can feel the blood draining out of the wound and, boy, doesn’t that make his stomach lurch.

Despite the fragile support of their remaining spear and Will’s own helping hand, Eddie makes it out of the Wheeler house and onto the street. But the strain on his body and the instant awareness of being vulnerable out in the open is making him sweat.

One house down and Eddie falls to the ground. He’s shaking so bad he can’t even hold himself.

“Eddie, no!” Will starts pulling at his arm. “Get up! You can make it!”

Eddie weakly laughs, “N-No-” He stops, feeling his stomach seize and racing up to his mouth. This time, he can’t swallow down the nausea. So he rolls over slightly and throws up. It’s a gross puddle of liquid and uncooked soup, his main diet since he ended up here. He feels a few bits stuck in his throat so he tries to spit, but his mouth is so gross and dry that it makes him gag again. Then it sends him into a coughing fit, rough enough to hack out his lungs.

“Eddie!”

He rolls on his back, staring up at the starless sky while he catches his breath again. A couple of ashy spores kiss the corner of his eyes as if they’re trying to make him cry. Eddie’s certain he can’t cry anymore.

He’s so tired.

“Eddie!” Will leans over him, his bowl cut and tear-streamed eyes blocking his vision. His hands grab underneath Eddie’s shoulders and surprisingly manages to drag and lift him up, though half of his back is still on the ground. “You stupidhead! Move or you’ll die!”

Eddie shudders out another breath, “I really- I can’t get up.”

Will makes a frustrated noise before he punches Eddie’s back and then runs around to his side. He hoists Eddie’s arm over his tiny shoulders and starts pulling him again. This time, Eddie pushes himself through the burning of his body and forces himself up, trying not to lean completely onto Will, given how small and weaker the kid is.

Instead of continuing down the sidewalk, they turn straight to the house right next to them. Eddie makes no complaint to the change of plans, though he struggles to keep his weight from crushing Will.

After too many steps, they finally get through the front door. Once inside, they both collapse right on the spot. Eddie’s chest feels like ice at this point.

He hears Will dropping his things down before getting up and dashing through the hallway. A moment later, he comes back with a bedsheet and some stiff looking pillows. Eddie almost moans with relief as Will places the pillows under his leg and head. Then he diligently throws the bedsheet over Eddie, also covering the space they’re occupying on the cold floor.

Despite the thin bedsheet, Eddie already feels hot under it. He’s not risking in moving his leg again so he keeps perfectly still as Will’s trembling body lies down, pressing close to his side, nestling his face against the crook of Eddie’s neck.

There’s a moment when an array of low barking starts just nearby, making the two of them freeze and hold their breaths. Eddie thinks, Oh fuck, don’t tell me we got wild dogs. Then after what feels like hours, the new pack goes silent. Eddie hopefully assumes the whatever they were, the creatures have left.

Before Eddie can submit to the exhaustion at last, Will suddenly pleads quietly and tearfully, “Please don’t die when I wake up.”

Eddie stops. He stops breathing, moving, thinking. He doesn’t dare to look at Will. This sweet, creative, badass kid who is his only friend in the hell they’re in. This kid who’s hugging him like the demogorgon will appear again and wouldn’t let go anyways.

Will doesn’t deserve him. Neither does Eddie but goddamn, it hurts trying to convince himself that.

He finally moves, but only his right hand as he fiercely rubs up and down Will’s back. Eddie whispers, “I won’t die, Will. Neither are you.”

Will’s voice cracks, “You promise?”

“Yep. Because we’re the strongest and luckiest sons of bitches in this realm.”

Will makes a weak laugh before it shifts into a cough. Soon after, his breathing slows to a soft whistling out of his nose. With a small sigh, Eddie closes his eyes and finally sleeps.

It’s a restless one, mostly dreams of being eleven at knocking at Wayne’s closed front door while petal-shaped maws rip his skin to shreds.

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foundmywei · 1 year

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Boreo Fanfic Recs

Here are my favorite boreo fics, I will be updating this as I read more. Enjoy!

(last updated on 12/05/23)

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sunday morning (and i'm falling) by thenewgothicromance

post-canon

(11,424 words | Not Rated | Chapters: 1/1)

“How long will he be staying with you?” Mrs. Barbour asks him one evening, when he mentions that Boris will be picking him up after dinner.

“I’m not sure,” he tells her, keeping the details, as always surrounding Boris, as vague as possible. “Just until he figures something else out.”

Mrs. Barbour clicks her tongue at him.

“You have such a kind heart, Theo. Be careful you don’t let him take advantage of you.”

you are my sweetest downfall. by punkrockdog

post-canon

(22,530 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

There's nothing wrong with sleeping with his best friend of almost ten years on a regular basis.

If Theo tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it.

a symphony of love in several movements. by theweakestthing

post-canon

(29,364 words | Mature | Chapters: 5/5)

It reminded him of the version of Musée Rodin’s The Kiss that sat in the Tate’s collection, pockmarked and scarred from sitting in a parlour among soldiers during the war, but still standing as a testament to the carnal desires of two lovers. Twisted around each other, hands on the bed between them, their positions almost exactly mirrored that of the sculpture. The thought that together they could be a work of art pushed Theo forward.

Alternatively titled: Theo Decker needs to get his shit together.

the red sun by thefinnkinnie (orphan_account)

vegas era

(2,705 words | Not Rated | Chapters: 1/1)

Theo slid his tongue across his lower lip, considering the choice. Sober, he would be safe. These thoughts in his head, about Boris, about feeling for the first time since the museum, they would disappear, tucked away in some fold of his mind, and Theo could sink back into his soft non-existence. He was nearly there anyways, close enough he could taste the gray on his tongue like cotton balls. It would be so easy.

And yet.

something in a major key by boxedblondes

post-canon

(7,454 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Why the fuck is it so busy?” Boris asks some hours later, twinkling lights a messy rainbow swirl around them, late December cold starting to eat a hole through Theo’s less-than-ideal camel’s-hair coat.

“It’s four days until Christmas, you idiot,” Theo says. “You should have had your weird holiday epiphany like a month ago.”

sound formed in a vacuum may seem a waste of time (it’s always been just the same) by theparadigmshifts

post-canon

(3,750 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

The year after Amsterdam, Theo follows his conscience; Boris follows Theo.

Neptune by pavlikovskyslittlebird

post-canon

(40,202 words | Mature | Chapters: 14/14)

Post Amsterdam, canon divergent, book and movie references.

Theo tries to figure things out while buying back the changelings.

"I must be a poster child prodigy

Thread by thread I come apart

If brokenness is a work of art

Surely this must be my masterpiece

I'm only honest when it rains

If I time it right, the thunder breaks

When I open my mouth

I wanna tell you but I don't know how

I'm only honest when it rains

An open book, with a torn out page

And my inks run out

I wanna love you but I don't know how"

Neptune-Sleeping at Last

Selling a Fake by argylemikewheeler

post-canon

(35,522 words | Explicit | Chapters: 3/3)

Theo didn’t fly home right away; he stayed in Antwerp and together, he and Boris flew back to New York. They start over, two troubled teenagers all over again. They’ve replaced scorching Vegas summers with chilling New York winters. It was never about the place anyway.

They’re together-- they’re something-- but Theo still struggles to be open to strangers passing by.

(PLUS an extended part two/epilogue to give us more comforting boyfriends and less internalized homophobia for Theo!)

overlap by rosekings

Antwrep

(12,886 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Promise me you’ll come. Eventually. Just…come see me. Sit still with me for a while.” He holds back everything else he wants to say. Get a place with me. Run the shop with me. Laugh and make dinner with me. Let me wake up next to you every morning and not have to worry if I’m never going to see you again.

“I promise.” Boris says it like it was already obvious, something that didn’t even need to be said. “Of course I promise.”

You're coming back and it's the end of the world by BalalaikaPattycake

post-canon

(89,940 words | Mature | Chapters: 17/17)

We spent hours joking and laughing at the bar over a bottle of vodka, our heads together, just like we had done as boys. Trying to convince myself that the only reason I was holding my hand on his shoulder, giggling in his ear, my face mere inches away from his, was because otherwise he wouldn't hear me over the music, even though he was the one doing most of the talking. I had been drinking considerably less than normal over the past few months, so it didn't take me long to start feeling disoriented and weirdly courageous, the mass of people around me blending into each other, becoming unidentifiable like droplets of water in an ocean, with only Boris standing out as a steady beacon of light.

Set after the book ends, Theo and Boris meet again after a year and half.

And Nothing Has Changed by WhyDoesEverythingHappenSoMuch

Amsterdam

(8,361 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

“Potter, maybe you have one more drink and then try and tell me you are ‘not in the mood.” He raised a hand again, but before the waitress saw, I grabbed him by the leather-clad forearm and pulled his hand back down.

“Boris, I'm engaged.” I tried again in vain to make him understand the significance of that.

“Sure, but you are here with me, drinking with me, and you are going to get to know some very good girls with me.” I hadn’t realized, but somehow his fingers had ended up laced with mine.

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Boris and Theo's first night in Amsterdam they wind up in a bar and Boris can't seem to get off the topic of how unfair it is that Kitsey is cheating. Boris thinks Theo should have his own extramarital fun too.

To quote Donna Tartt, "matters progress"

to remember your mouth, how it tasted true by nosecoffee

post-canon

(6,422 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

(i don’t smoke except for when i’m missing you)

Theo got it into his head that the cigarettes would start the chain reaction that would send them to early graves if they weren’t careful, all spouted into the darkness of Welty’s room, while Boris perched on the windowsill.

And yet, he had grinned and put out his cigarette on the ashtray there, and said, “Then of course I will stop.”

Which was so lovely at the time. It was significantly less lovely when he found Boris smoking in the bathroom three days later.

Repression is just a Love Language Best Ignored (Looking at you, Decker) by Lemonyfreshness

post-canon

(92,031 words | Mature | Chapters: 16/16)

It's a year after "The Incident," as what Theodore Decker liked to call it, that one strange turn of events in which his childhood best friend had come to reconvene and it had been interesting to say the least...But now he was back in the real world. And broke. And high out of his mind. And depressed as ever. Theodore Decker isn't one to naturally listen to reason but maybe he will when once again his morally-grey best friend with attachment issues comes back to save the day. Or at least try in his own way. Wish him luck.

Find Other Muses by deadspy

post-canon

(38,844 words | Explicit | Chapters: 6/6)

Theo folds and unfolds the old postcard from Boris. GREETINGS FROM KANSAS! it reads, same as it always has, but now it just feels like a taunt.

Ten years after Amsterdam, Theo and Boris find themselves, and each other, in the most unlikely of places.

philophobia. by theweakestthing

post-canon

(36,292 words | Mature | Chapters: 11/11)

philophobia [ fil-uh-foh-bee-uh ]:

(n.) (from Greek "φιλέω-φιλώ" (love) and "φοβία" (phobia)) the fear of falling in love or being in love. The risk is usually when a person has confronted any emotional turmoil relating to love. This affects the quality of life and pushes a person away from commitment. A negative aspect of this fear of being in love or falling in love is that it keeps a person in solitude. It represents certain guilt and frustration towards the reaction coming from inside.

Theo knows what the problem is, but that doesn't mean that he's going to do anything about it.

Little Bird by redborya

Amsterdam

(19,376 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 6/6)

With The Goldfinch retrieved (and returned) Theodore Decker is left in Amsterdam wondering where to go and what to do from there. It seems simple enough at first. Return to New York, marry Kistey, and continue on his life as he had before. Boris, however, suggests the complete opposite.

The Before, After, and Forever by makkachincrossing

post-canon

(13,893 words | Explicit | Chapters: 4/4)

“The attack at The Met… That wasn’t the first explosion it had survived.”

“No?”

“No, a gunpowder factory exploded nearby Fabritius’ studio, killing him and destroying nearly all of his paintings,” I took a breath, unsteady. “But The Goldfinch… The Goldfinch survived.”

A hand on my shoulder. Long fingers, a firm squeeze, grounding me to earth. “You survived too, Potter.”

I looked to him, eyes aching behind my glasses.

“Life exploding around you. You survived. You, too, are Goldfinch.”

corrina, corrina by curlymcclain

(12,821 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

canon-divergence, boris follows theo to new york

Seeing him here, in New York, surrounded by the deep browns and golds of Hobart and Blackwell, is so alien to me I have to repress the urge to pinch myself like a child would after a dream. It looks incorrect, him standing here. Like someone has taken a pair of scissors to my memories of him, cut him out of his rightful place on the abandoned playground, and pasted him sloppily into a corner of my life where he doesn’t belong. Has it only been a few weeks? It feels like ages longer, like it’s been a decade, like we’re different people trying to see what exactly we liked about each other so much way back when.

But then he says it again- “Potter.”- and that feeling vanishes as quickly as it arrived.

“You came,” I say dumbly.

He gives a cheery smirk that I don’t believe. “Promised I would.”

fragile (that much he could admit) by successsionhbo

(12,592 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

Theo has been having nightmares after his trip to antwerp. Boris comes for a visit

heaven help the fool by BucketofWater

(12,140 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 2/2)

vegas era + post-canon, soulmate AU

He knew why. He wished that he did not but deep down he knew. They both did, at one point or another. Maybe not in words, but it was between them all the same. The way that they knew that the sky was blue and how the sun-warmed sand burned like fire. Theo loved Boris and perhaps, although he was a fool to believe it, maybe Boris loved him a little bit too.

Alternatively: the soulmate au in which every significant person in your life leaves a smudge of colour on you.

I've got the story of us written (on my skin) by Thegoldenfnch (I_write_fanfiction_sometimes)

(18,017 words | Mature | Chapters: 5/5)

all eras, soulmates AU

My mother didn’t like to talk about the marks. I still don’t know if it’s because hers had all failed her (her first love didn’t love her back, her life-friend died, and her Life Partner, well, Dad didn’t believe in soulmates) or if it was for some other unknown reason. Maybe she just couldn’t answer the questions I’d asked, like why mine were all the same. After I was around eight I stopped asking, and by the time I was ten I’d stopped telling people. They never seem to know what to say. It was only when I got older —after my mother died, but before my dad came back— that I realized why. People never know how to react to what they view as a tragedy.

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or: No one talks about soulmarks, Theo is in denial about many things (as he usually is), and Boris never says the things that actually matter

A retelling. Now with soulmarks.

a study in inevitability by EdieFalcoRising

(14,523 words | Explicit | Series - 3 works)

post-canon

One time Theo leaves, one time Boris leaves, and the one time they make it work.

And twice more our paths crossed through the night by liminalweirdo

(2,506 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

Antwrep

Takes place immediately after the end of the novel, in Boris's flat in Antwerp. Theo muses on the things they did as teenagers, and the tension between them finally reaches its breaking point. Almost.

I'm not living/I'm just killing time by lolneptune

(19,359 words | Explicit | Chapters: 3/3)

post-canon

Of course he had seen the journals. Pages and pages of rambling accounts, an encyclopedia. How could I have hidden it from the one living person who knew me?

So cruelly you kissed me by foundmywei

(4,096 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

The biggest problem with the two of us had never been whether or not we knew that we loved each other, but rather whether or not we would choose to be with one another.

Even after Boris and Theo start sleeping with each other, they struggle with talking about what they are and their feelings. Well, until an incident of jealousy forces them to.

a spring memorandum by yowler

(42,706 words | Mature | Chapters: 4/4)

WWII AU

In the dark where no one can see, Boris presses his lips to the thin knot of scar tissue over Theo’s wrist. It’s a request; for forgiveness, for absolution, for something neither of them has a name for.

“But you are alive,” he says, “you idiot.”

(Theo and Boris meet during the war.)

the letter in the drawer by shamefulshameless

(4,136 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

Before he left Amsterdam, Boris found an envelope with his name on it. He’d wanted to open it in Antwerp, but he was so caught up in it all- his wound and Theo’s illness and the high and the movies, all of it so strangely different and yet exactly the same as when they were kids- that he put it out of his mind. He didn’t want anything to interrupt them. Now, it’s like the envelope has expanded in size, every day growing bigger and bigger and threatening to crack his bedside table in two. He doesn’t know what’s stopping him, but whatever the letter contains, he knows Theo doesn’t want him to know about it. It could be nothing- there’s always been so much innocuous bullshit that Theo keeps to himself for no good reason. Or it could be something. It could be something that Boris would be content staying oblivious to. There are lots of things like that.

Uncle Francis to the rescue by foundmywei

(32,582 words | Mature | Chapters: 8/8)

post-canon

“Oh! By the way, how is your man doing?”

I blinked, confused. "My what?"

"Your man? About 5'9, dark curly hair, gorgeous green eyes, looked vaguely European…?"

"Excuse me?" He couldn't mean…

"You know, the guy who whisked you away from your engagement party?" Mr. Abernathy raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Or, how Francis accidentally ended up becoming Theo's unofficial uncle and got involved in the stupidest love drama of the 21st century when all he wanted was to learn some juicy gossip.

#boreo #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #the goldfinch #boreo fanfic #boreo fic #boreo fanfic rec

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☄. 🎄. ⋆ 𝖣𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 ｡･:🎄˚:✧｡

Hola! Feliz Navidad! I guess this month wasn’t too difficult for me since I managed to make my final fic rec list for 2022. As always huge shoutout to all writers mentioned in all of my recs, please go check them out and give them lots of love <3 I’m hoping to get back to writing fics in the new year but in the meantime I know there are tons of amazing creators to check out and keep you occupied.

Also shameless plug but feel free to check out my fics here. I’m super proud of my recent one Guiding light and I’m planning on making a pt2 for it soon! Any reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

Also little side note I’m thinking of starting a series called metal mondays where I educate and hopefully spread my love for metal to others. I know it’s not the genre for everyone but I wish people atleast tried to understand it rather than straight up labelled it as ‘satanic’ or ‘evil’. To me it is especially personal and with the recent glorification of ‘misfit’ characters ie Wednesday and Eddie I wish people understood what it actually means to the Alt/metal community and how the stigma affects us as well as how it’s a double standard. If that’s something you’d be interested in lmk! Even if only one person happens to read/learn/enjoy it, that means a lot. Anyways enough of me rambling and onto the last rec list of 2022 :))

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The pain of letting you go by @strangermarvelss

No other will do by @sanguineterrain

Eddie Munson’s 25 days of Christmas (a collection of seasonal drabbles!) by @fromasgardandback

Forever isn’t long enough by @skyfall8600

Denial (mini series!) by @caxde

Paparazzi by @tiannasfanfic

In another life by @farfromharry

Love comes walking in by @corroded-hellfire

Diced (ongoing series?) by @trashmouth-richie

Cruel summer (ongoing series!) by @bizaar

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Falling by @forever-rogue

Where you go I go to by @crappymixtape

A first for everything by @joellkeeny

12 Days of Christmas (a collection of seasonal fics for both Eddie and Steve!) by @familyvideostevie

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Sweet nothing by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

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His secret infatuation by @hellotherekenobi

I can’t wash your handprints off my soul (ongoing series!) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

A fairytale beginning (ongoing series?) by @the-lady-amphitrite

Thrown (ongoing series!) by @maple-seed

12 days of christmas (seasonal series of Loki fics!) by @sarahscribbles

All I could give you by @muddyorbsblr

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the sun + the sand (ongoing series?) by @tee-swizzle

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The aftermath by @vxntagedior

Muse by @kermitkrqb

Show, not tell by @kaicubus

No.1 party anthem by @parkersmyth

You’re so pretty it hurts by @fluffshisuga

Getaway car by @1-800-olympians

Hard to get by @maybankswhore

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heartstopper-lover123 · 9 months

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I want to make a wierd questions post for people to answer

1. What is your dream job

2. Do you have any pets

3. What is your favourite animal

4. Day or night

5. Driving at night with the radio blasting or dancing in the rain with your significant other

6. What brings you comfort

7. Who is your favourite person

8. Favourite book

9. Favourite plants

10. Oversized tee or crop top

11. Long hair or short hair (for yourself)

12. Do you believe in love at first sight or true love

13. Are you clean or messy

14. Are you close with your parents/guardian

15. Favourite fizzy drink

16. Favourite dog breed

17. Favourite food

18. What do you dislike

19. Favourite quote/phrase

20. Common choice of shoe

21. Cursive or casual cursive

22. Do you wear glasses

23. Have you ever broken/fractured a bone

24. Favourite smell

25. What reminds you of your favourite person

26. Lights on or off

27. Favourite holiday period (e.g. Christmas, Halloween etc...)

28. White walls with posters or coloured walls without posters

29. Tv shows or movies

30. Dream holiday destination

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Still Friends | Chapter 5: Books

Summary: After a chance encounter at a party, Wanda and Bucky find they have more in common than they realized.

This fic is heavily inspired by 'Friends' by my lovely friend Poppy. She is aware of this fic and I've been given permission for this marvel-version retelling! If you haven't read her dramione fic 'Friends', I HIGHLY suggest it. I fell in love with the story and couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Wanda and Bucky instead of Hermione and Draco? Thus "Still Friends" was born. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 33,068

Warning: smut, drug use, depression

Chapter 5: Books

November 3rd, 2026

He was never a reader, not really. He’d read the classics, he’d been a big fan of The Hobbit when it originally was printed, but to just read all the time? No, he couldn’t say it was a common pass time of his.

Wanda was a major book worm. She said it helped her sooth, helped her decompress. If anything, it took her away from him, and he wasn’t a fan.

Being in her presence was his way of soothing. Hearing her sigh underneath him was how he decompressed.

Her favorite were sappy romance novels, the kind that had half naked men with ripped abdomens on the front, a skinny blonde in their arms or hanging off of them. Bucky couldn’t understand the appeal, not when they had their own romance.

Last week, he’d bought her a bouquet of daisies. Nothing insane, just a little gesture to brighten her day. Girls in the 40’s had always loved flowers, and Wanda was really no different. She’d blown him in the closet as he’d been trying to choose his attire after she’d put the flowers in a vase.

Now she was propped up at the kitchen table, her book flat and open on the surface as she leaned over, her hair draped over one shoulder. He wanted to kiss her.

Placing a hand gingerly on her back, he dipped his head, brushing his lips against her temple. She murmured in response, hand on the center fold of the page, eyes unmoving.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She replies, and gives his hand a squeeze, but doesn’t look up.

“Wanda?”

No answer.

He nods, understanding she’s preoccupied. Pulling out the chair, he sits down, propping his chin up to wait.

And he waits.

He drums his fingers, watching her. She flips a page.

How long had it been since he first attempted at an interruption?

More time passes.

For fucks sake.

It can’t be that interesting, can it?

She’s so pretty when she’s intent.

How on earth is she still so focused.

He’s hungry, bored and desperate for her. Standing, he begins opening cabinets and drawers banging them shut not so gently. He sees her stir, her hand dropping from the book to drum on its edges and he grins triumphantly.

Continuing his noise, he finally settles on the peanut butter, removing the lid and letting it clatter to the counter top. Her shoulders twitch, and she sighs lightly, scooting back in her chair before waltzing over to the sofa, plopping down. She’s further from the kitchen, therefore further from the noise.

He groans in frustration, scoops some of the peanut butter and takes a bite. He’d rather be eating her, making her thighs tremble, and he slams the jar down before following in her wake.

He sits on his haunches in front of her.

Book open on her lap, she’s wearing one of his night shirts. Hair loose and unbrushed, it covers her neck and shoulders, whips falling into her face. She’s got fuzzy socks on her feet, her butt and thighs hidden beneath the tee.

He’s looking at home.

“Sweetheart.” He mummers, calling her by her favorite nickname. Her eyes flick to his and he has her within reach. His flesh hand holds her knee, nudging it apart from the other, eyes looking down.

Wandas wearing her silk panties. They’re ruby red, with a black little bow in the middle.

His cock jumps in excitement, and he swallows.

She’s watching him, the book open on her lap but long forgot. Green eyes peering onto his face, the corners of her mouth turning up.

Her leg moves, spreading wider, and she moves so that the tee rides up. Creamy skin is covered by red, her hips opening like a flower, waiting for him to pick her. He looks between her panties and her eyes, both of them mesmerizing.

“Is there something you need, Buck?” She asks innocently, like she is bewitching him. Like he isn’t about to beg her to let him touch her.

“Just you.” His voice is hoarse, needy, and he should be embarrassed. He is embarrassed, but then she leans forward, tucking his hair behind his ear as her foot moves, pressing into his length, and his mind is fuzzy.

Slowly, her foot moves against him, palming him, and he inhales sharply. She smiles at his reaction, kisses his nose and leans back, her foot dropping.

“Can I taste you?” He asks helplessly, hands skimming up her knees to her thighs to her hips, kneading the flesh. She cocks her head to the side, closing her book.

“I don’t know…” she teases, shrugging, but she’s smiling so wide he knows she’ll give in. It’s his turn to play his hand, and he cocks an eyebrow.

Pushing back onto his knees, his hands begin rubbing her skin. He places a kiss on her knee, his scruff brushing her skin, then moves his mouth to her inner knee, and gives it a kitten lick.

He doesn’t have to look up to know she’s starring.

Since her thighs are already spread, Bucky begins his slow crawl up her inner thigh, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch. He licks slowly, her skin soft against his tongue, and puts her legs over his shoulders.

“Ah.” She hums. It’s one word, but it’s all the confirmation he needs to know he’s winning.

Catching her eye, he smiles as he places a kiss to her inner thigh, his nose brushing the silk of her panties. Her mouth is open, and he holds her eyes as he bends down, giving an open mouth kiss to her covered cunt.

Wanda forgets she isn’t the only dominate one.

He won’t rush this, his kiss soft against her. She’s been teasing him for days, sending him risqué photos when they’re apart, dressing in less-than-there clothing when they go out.

They’d formed a habit of taking walks. The fresh air did them well, but when her sports bra had a V-neck, he found it hard to focus on the walking.

His actions are slow, and she’s getting antsy, her chest rising and falling quickly, goosebumps gracing her legs. Placing his mouth over her again, he presses his tongue into the silk, can feel her beneath the thin material, and she tenses.

“Buck.”

His eyes flit to hers, and she’s panting. He lifts his head slightly, jaw slack, and she’s burning with want. Diving back down, he repeats his actions, harsher, and she lets out a low moan, eyes falling shut.

He pulls back and leans up slightly, kissing the crease of her. “If I could die in-between these thighs, I’d be a happy man.”

“You’d be a lucky man,” she retorts, her eyes hooded. “Come here.”

“Ask nicely, ma’am.” He teases, and the look she gives him makes his cock stir.

Sitting up, she removes her legs from around his neck, balancing on the edge of the couch on her knees so that they’re chest to chest. Her hands snake up his chest, fingers curling in his collar. She pulls him to her, searing his mouth with hers. Pulling away, her lips are moist. “Please, kiss me here.”

As she speaks, she grips his wrist, and places his hand between her legs. Emeralds pierce into him, pleading, and he pushes the fabric aside. She’s slick against his fingers and he groans.

He knows she’s had enough, and she asked so nicely. He stands, grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder. She screams, before laughing wildly as he walks them to the kitchen. Placing her on the dinner table, he shoves her back against the surface, standing between her dangling legs as he removes his shirt.

Wanda bites her lip, spreading her legs happily, and his hand goes to the waist band of her underwear. He pauses, earning him a wail of discomfort.

“Please,” she asks, nodding rapidly. “You’re so close, please.” He pulls the silk off in one felt swoop, dropping it on the table next to her, before going to his knees.

“Best meal in the world.” He whispers, his breath fanning her core and she shifts. Placing her legs over his shoulder, he kisses her thigh. Wanda lifts her head, annoyance lacing her features, and she opens her mouth to tell him off.

All words die in her throat as he gives her a flat, slow lick.

Her head hits the table, the sound harsh and he repeats his actions. Her legs are shaking, drooping down his back and she’s sweeter than any fruit.

Bucky pauses, peeking up at her. Her eyes are closed, chest heaving with a blush creeping up her neck.

He’s done being slow. Yanking his jeans down, he rubs her clit once, twice, pushing the t-shirt up to expose those glorious tits of hers, and her back arches. He strokes himself, his other hand still on her bundle of nerves, and she moans, her voice hoarse.

“I need you,” she whispers, and he bends down over her, his hand balancing his weight by her face. “Don’t tease.”

He’s enjoying this more than he should. With a single grunt, he slides in, up to the hilt. Her nails scrape against the table, against his arms and chest, and her legs are shaking as he thrusts in and out.

The table creeks against the floor, the sound of skin on skin echoing around his apartment.

It’s nothing but bliss, and she stares up at him, a thoroughly-fucked smile on her face, emerald eyes shining in aw, in satisfaction.

He could get lost in those eyes.

His hips are fast, and she’s moaning, hands reaching for him. He bends down and claims her lips, their saliva mixing, and when she bites his tongue his cock twitches inside her.

He comes not long after, always weak when it came to her pristine cunt.

“Read to me?” He sighs, his cheek pressed against her thigh as they come down from their high. They had migrated back to the couch, settling in as Wanda picked up the nearly forgotten novel.

Flipping open the book, her eyes scan quickly. Her lips are plump, red from pressing into his, and he reaches up, his thumb brushing over them. She smiles against his digits, holding the book above his face.

“Have you ever heard of You?” Wanda asks, and Bucky gives her an odd look. She rolls her eyes. “The book. And the show actually. But the book is way better.”

“You..?”

She flips a page. “Yes. It’s about this guy, Joe. He loves this writing student, and he’s willing to do like, anything for her. But she doesn’t love him back, not really. And then in book two, he meets a new girl, Love.”

“Her names Love?” Bucky interjects, and Wanda nods. “What is with the titles in this book.”

“Books,” Wanda corrects. “Anyways Love loves Joe, even thought she finds out some dark stuff about him. She loves him no matter what.”

Bucky crosses his fingers on his lap, intrigued and content by her voice. “Interesting.”

Wanda clears her throat, eyes on the page. She begins reading, her voice light, fingers rubbing his hairline, and his eyes drift closed.

He wakes slightly when he feels a drop of water on his cheek. He looks up, and Wandas eyes are red. She’s still reading, but her voice is wobbly.

“‘It would be nice to have something alive to hold on to right now, something to love me, something with a beating heart that I can feel…something to be with me as I sit here, in hell, trying to figure it out.’” She sighs lowly, unaware he’s awake and watching her.

“Whats wrong hun?” He asks, sitting up. She snaps the book shut, sniffling, and can’t meet his eyes. She says nothing, and he reaches out, pulling her to him. She smells so good, his scent still strong on her skin, and he presses a kiss to her temple.

“Just a sad chapter.” She mumbles, curling into him.

“Mmm,” he hums, his fingers brushing her arm.

They fall asleep, the book faced up on its spine, waiting for her to finish it.

#winterwitch #bucky x wanda #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes x oc #ao3 crosspost

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Mind Dump:

I’ve been in such a disarray these days. It seems like I can’t stay happy. It seems like I’ve lost hope on a good portion of my dreams. I forgot what I’m even “hustlin” for anymore. It feels like ever since my dad passed on 12/31/2021 I’m really not the same. So many people have turned their backs on me. At the same time I’ve grown a lot closer with my friends and community, so for that I am grateful for. I had this guy friend, we’ll call him Tee. My guy friend Tee came along around the time my dad was severely Ill with Multiple myeloma. I was going to the hospital 2x a week to take care of my dad. Tee saw me at my worse, more intimately than I let anyone ever see me. I was crying everyday, stressed, barely sleeping and frustrated, guilty cus I knew in my core this was my dads end. On Christmas my dad had a heart attack and his heart was down for 10 mins and lost alot of oxygen to the brain and had a stroke on top of that. When the doctors called me telling me they were able to bring him back, I almost passed out and Tee was there. He held me even in times where I mentally and emotionally checked out it’s like he understood all I could handle was just being held. He was really there for me during that time all the way till my dad passed and after. We were shortly dating after that and that was probably such a huge mistake. And let’s just say I’m not one of those people who are strong enough to take care of a grown man and wait for him to get his life together cus primarily that was the reason only 3 months later we broke up. His priorities were and still are in the wrong place. I’m not perfect either, there’s things I could’ve done better but he stopped being there for me out of nowhere. He would hang out with best friend more, or sleep all day. We live 45 mins away from each other but it’s like he had ways to get to me if he wanted. I stopped overtime sharing my thoughts and feelings with him cus he’s barely been there for me. And even after the break up I chose to be friends with him and try to move on but he always questioned me about what I was doing, and who I was with and I didn’t owe him that. I knew that. I had kept my distance and boundaries. Every time we went long periods w/o us talking he would have these depressive and suicidal moments that resulted in me leaving what I was doing to go check on him. And even then in those moments we wouldn’t even talk. It would be me him, his best friend in the car while they smoke and I say nothing cus it’s like what was the point of me being there. I wasn’t even spoken too. If you’re reading this far you probably realized the focus about the grief of my father is non existent. Right ? Well even til this day it’s still like that. I’ve made some wrong decisions with Tee between communication, probably still relaying any form of words of love or feelings. We got into a fight over the other day cus our communication was still below minimum and I kinda just snapped and he spends all his time smoking, sleeping or blunt rides with his friends. Won’t come down to see me unless he wanted to. And I really just want the friend who was there for me when my dad passed. Not even the romantic, sexual or intimate parts of our relationship but the bond we had of our actual friendship when we watched anime or dorky YouTube videos. But I have my community of my real friends who actually do pour into me and love. I feel shitty to even reach out to them cus they all know what I’m going through and all of them are so happy and flourishing beautifully with their lives. And, I’m just kind of here. Stuck in my depression and my half great life. I want to move desperately out of my parents house but with the state of the world with inflation it seems damn near impossible and I don’t make enough. Even if I wanted a second job I can’t work one because I don’t have the energy too. Eh. Idk, I’ve been suicidal between losing my dad. Losing friends and people I’ve cared about, weird relationships that probably never needed to happen. Im just heartbroken and I wanna know if my life means anything anymore.

#sadgirl #kinda depressing #emotional #emotions #mental breakdown #heartache #invisible #i feel numb #idk what to do #idk man #idk #it is what it is

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ESP - 12 Random Days Of Christmas: Iron Man 3 (2013)

This episode Steve from The Geekz Podcast joins us with our discussion of Marvel Studios 2013 MCU film IRON MAN 3.

Plagued with worry and insomnia since saving New York from destruction, Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.), now, is more dependent on the suits that give him his Iron Man persona -- so much so that every aspect of his life is affected, including his relationship with Pepper (Gwyneth Paltrow). After a malevolent enemy known as the Mandarin (Ben Kingsley) reduces his personal world to rubble, Tony must rely solely on instinct and ingenuity to avenge his losses and protect the people he loves.

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WQBY TOP 100

MOST PLAYED for the week ending December 17, 2023

Dark Skies --A R I Z O N A -1

I'll Be There --Robin Schulz, Rita Ora, Tiaoga PZK -4

DJ Play A Christmas Song --Cher -5

Other Boys --Marshmello, Dove Cameron -2

Dreamteam --Galantis, Neon Trees -6

Spend The Night --BJ The Chicago Kid, Coco Jones -3

U Miss Me --Vicetone -85

See You Again --Vicetone, Anna Clendenning -10

Both --Tiesto, 21 Savage, BIA -7

Run Free (Countdown) --Tiesto, R3HAB -8

Hangin' On -- A R I Z O N A -16

Sorry Now --A R I Z O N A -20

AEIOU --PNAU, Empire of the Sun -12

The Greatest Thing Alive --Mark Knight, Green Velvet, James Hurr -42

Save My Love --Destiny Rogers -24

Graveyard --A R I Z O N A (Shoffy remix) -15

Get Dirty - Return Of the Jaded, Tommie Sunshine -25

Elevator Eyes --Tove Lo -29

Heat Rising - Pete Tong, Jem Cooke, Jules Buckley -9

RIP --Apache, Vladimir Cauchemar -77

Go Off --Mike Candys -19

Nevada --Vicetone, Cozi Zuehisdorff -11

Easy --3LAU, XIRA -96

The Tower --Future Islands -13

Ando High --Tom & Collins -90

Jealous --Pascal Letoublion, IZKO, Jordan Rys -14

Superhero --Audien -50

Water --Tyla, Marshmello -44

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Rinse It --Devault -17

Waiting For U ---Laidback Luke, Ralphi (Jake Silva remix) -33

Running In A Dream --Nils Hoffmann, Kasbo, Vancouver Sleep Clinic -79

***One On One --The Knocks, Sofi Tukker -(new)

Ohh LaLa --Sasha GiGi, Idris Elba -21

Carry Me Higher (7 inch version) --The Blessed Madonna, Joy Anonymous -98

Tied To You --Elderbrook -39

The Future Is Unknown --Adriatique, Delhia De France -88

Summertime Friends --The Chainsmokers -40

On My Way --Kaskade -41

Joy (Up My Street) --Joy Anonymous -64

Yard Sale ---Alex Warren -58

Little Bit Yours --Galantis, Hannah Boleyn -45

Disco En Egypte --Bon Entendeur -43

***I Got Nothing --MEDUZA, Ferreck Dawn, Clementine Douglas -(new)

One Of Your Girls --Troye Sivan -62

Champagne Shit --Janelle Monique, Latto, Quavo -49

Wanna Dance --Alie Farber, James Carter, VARGEN -35

Memories --Sam Feldt, Sofiloud -55

***Wanna --Paul Dally -(new)

Diamond Therepy --Diplo, Walker & Royce, Channel Tres -37

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Dress Code --Mau P -27

Feel It (Club Edit) --Jazzy -46

Lost Cause --Wrabel -100

Moon --Locklead -60

Better Off (Alone Part III) --Alan Walker, Dash Berlin, VIKKSTAR -63

Guarantee --Black Eyed Peas, J Rey Soul -28

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Stranger On A Train --SUPER Hi -30

<> Anything But Wet --I_O. Lights -(re-entry)

Vogue --NOIZE -31

Stranger --Thomas Day -32

Boyfriend --USHER -18

Arrivals --Absolutely -52

In The City --Charlie XCX, Sam Smith -68

We Could Be Love --Hayden James, AR/CO -69

Beat Of My Heart --Lost Frequencies, Love Harder -70

Hip Trumpets --Yolando Be Cool, KVISION -71

You're So High (10 Years On) --Eli & Fur -56

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***Jumpstarter --Ship Wrek, DLMT -(new)

***Wasted -Diplo, Kodak Black, Koe Wetzel -(new)

***Girls Gone Wild --Mike G, G-Easy, Offset -(new)

Stress You --Lucas Estrada, SUPER Hi -81

***Bad Tattoo --Jessica Balo -(new)

You --Svidden, Seeb -36

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Lost & Found --Gorgon City, DRAMA -80

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Tension --Kylie Minogue -23

More Baby --Chris Lake, Aluna -84

Jungle --Alok, The Chainsmokers, Mae Stephens -38

You Don't Even Know Me --Cheat Codes, Sam Feldt -89

***Tears On The Dancefloor --Icona Pop -(new)

***Look At Me Dance --ATRIP, Pote -(new)

***Young & Foolish --Loud Luxury, Charlieonafriday -(new)

***Good In Goodbye --Frank Walker, Trivecta -(new)

Two Hearts --Dermont Kennedy -86

Padam Padam --Kylie Minogue -95

***Feel Like Us --GT_OFICE, Alwz Snny, Robbie Rosen -(new)

***Rainy ---Dilon Francis, REI AMI -(new)

White Tee --No Guidnce -97

<>Heart Still Beating --Nathan Dawe, Bebe Rexha -(re-entry)

Cheap Thrills --Walker & Royce, Barney Bones -47

Single Kiss --Salome Le Chat -91

Killing Me --Conan Gray -48

<>Just Think --Video Age -(re-entry)

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blommalloy68 · 1 year

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