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amoreva · 5 months

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I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR RACE FICS AND YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AAA💕💕 it feels like he’s real and the relationship is real and i’m actually in the world of the story holy shit,,, if you’re still taking requests can you write some race fluff, preferably in canon era, with like a cute lead up to him getting together with the reader (if you’re okay with it of course!) thanks!!

HOPELESSLY IN LOVE

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pairing: racetrack higgins x fem!reader

summary: the brooklyn newsies are strong and independent. they can hold their own and are respected; despite being a borough with a large amount of girls. so when one falls in love, her nature begins to crumble.

warnings: n/a

a/n: using the uksies as brooklyn, plus some from the broadway show. also, omfg i really appreciate it, thank you so much<3

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You never knew what romantic attraction felt like until you saw him at Medda’s Theater with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

Davey— that new Manhattan newsie was introducing your borough, respectfully, when you saw him. He was smiling at you, more so at your whole borough, ecstatic you showed up to the strike. That smile—that stupid cute smile made your heart flutter, your stomach churn with butterflies.

Of course, you knew what family love and platonic attraction felt like—you felt that for every newsie in Brooklyn. They were your brothers and sisters by heart. Yet, he stole your heart. Bastard. You ought to soak him.

Falling in love was a weird thing to do, especially since your priority was the sell papers to survive. You find yourself thinking about Manhattan’s second after the strike is won.

It didn’t help that he hugged you when Kelly announced the strike ended in their favor or when you guys talked during celebrations that night. The memories haunted your sleep.

A loud groan escaped your lips. That stupid smile of his. Your hands going over your warm, rose colored face as you sat on your bunk. Ritz and Hotshot peeked their heads into the girls bunk room, hearing you groan.

“What’re moping and griping about?” Hotshot asked, crossing his arms. His thick accent ringing in your ears.

You turn to look at you friends and remove the hands from your face. Before you could get a word in, Ritz is cupping your cheeks and feeling your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N!” Ritz exclaimed and shook your head side to side, lightly, to inspect your red cheeks.

“Ritz, please—” You begged the auburn haired girl to let your face go.

“Spot is going to be worried.”

“Ritz—”

“I think we have medicine somewhere.”

“Ritz, hang on—“

“Water and rest, that’s what my mama says.”

“I don’t have—”

“Spot ain’t letting you sell tomorrow.”

“Ritz!”

You shouted finally getting her attention. Ritz stopped her worrying. Hotshot stood up straight with raised eyebrows. You gently put your hands on Ritz’s wrists and removed them from your face. “I ain’t sick. I ain’t coughing or feelin’ bad.”

“Then what’s got your face so red, Y/N?” Ritz asked, she titled her head ever so slightly.

“A boy.” Hotshot spoke up.

You glared at Brooklyn’s second. Were you really that readable? Hotshot had to be a fucking psychic. A smirk danced on his lips. The silence said it all.

Ritz lit up like the Fourth of July. “You like a boy!” Ritz exclaimed with a wide grin. You slapped a hand across her mouth.

“Ritz, please don’t tell the others—” You begged to convey your seriousness. “You too, Hotshot.”

Ritz, still buzzing with excitement, nodded her head. You quickly shoved Hotshot into the girls’ bunk room and shut the door. “Who is it?” Ritz asked excitedly.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. An internal dilemma with yourself. Would you rather suffer in silence, pin over a newsie in the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge or tell two people your crush which could potentially spread throughout the borough?

You decide to tell Hotshot and Ritz. Love is too confusing for you to suffer alone.

“It’s Manhattan’s second in command.” You mumbled, twisting your fingers as your face heats up. Just thinking about Race got your stomach all twisted up in a good way.

You didn’t think they heard you, but they did. Loud in clear.

“Race? Race!” Ritz confirmed.

Hotshot raised an eyebrow in amusement. “The one that “wanders” on our turf to bet at Sheepshead?”

“Yes.” You sighed exasperatedly and fell onto your bunk. “He’s just so—”

You couldn’t find the words to describe him, but then proceeded to go on a rant about Race for 10 minutes.

It wasn’t long before everyone in Brooklyn knew of your little crush on Manhattan’s second (and probably Manhattan). It was terrible with all the teasing and the questions on what you would do.

You didn’t know what to do! You would just lay in your bed and smile stupidly when you thought about him. “Pathetically in love” is what you thought.

Stray decided to do something.

With Spot’s permission (seeing you hopelessly in love was getting in the way of selling and Brooklyn’s reputation), Stray went to Manhattan. Stray had connections there. Her boyfriend and brother lived in Manhattan’s borough.

Stray told Specs, who told Elmer, who told Henry, who told Jojo, who told Mike, who told Finch, who told Race—that you liked him. When you got word that Race knew, you panicked.

Romance like that with him. You wouldn’t know how to act, what to do, or what to say. You’ve seen romance from afar; with rich couples, elderly couples, teenagers—all types of couples!

“Ya’ gotta relax, kid.” Spot patted your back after they found you contemplating your choices on your bunk. “If Racer is as half bright as you, he’ll see you’re a real gem.”

That gave you some confidence in yourself. You shouldn’t get worked up about some boy. Taking Mac’s advice seemed like the best option. “He’s just a guy!”

But, he seems real sweet and humorous and charming and ambitious. Keyword: seems. You might be setting yourself up for failure.

After days and days of dreading what you should do, Race came walking into Brooklyn, willy nilly, specifically to Graves’ and yours selling spot.

“Heya miss, can I get a pape?” Race asked.

You weren’t paying attention and grabbed a newspaper from your bag. Seeing him in front of you with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

You froze. A blush rising to your face. You spun on your heels and walked away. A fight or flight response.

Graves grabbed you with a smirk and turned you around. “Talk to him!” Graves whispered and pushed you towards Race.

He had that charming, amused smile on his face. “Hey.” He spoke, two hands on the strap of his paper bag.

“Hey.” You croaked.

“I—uh…got word, ya like me.”

“Mhm.”

Race looked at you awkwardly. If you looked hard enough, you saw a faint faint blush on cheeks. “You—uh…wanna go to the Sheepshead with me?”

“Now?” You asked incredulously.

“Now.” Graves spoke firmly. “You can sell at Sheepshead, don’t worry. I’ll be fine by myself.”

And so, you and Race went to Sheepshead Races. You held onto his arm like one of those rich ladies would do to a gentlemen. Conversation was made, no matter how awkward it was between you two.

The Sheepshead Races were loud and lively. You usually went here with Lucky and Scope when you had downtime.

“C’mon, they’ll start soon.” Race intertwined his hands with yours and pulled you through a crowd of people. “Gotta get the best seats.”

“Isn’t that the front row?” You asked, glancing back at where you and your friends would usually sit.

“Trust me, sweetheart. These seats are better than any front row.” Race grinned.

Your heart skipped a beat.

The name “sweetheart” sounded so right from his lips.

Race took you to a chainlink fence. You were close enough to see the jockeys’ faces and the horses shaking their head. The spot was at the bottom right of the original seating, in between the commentator’s box and the vendor.

He let go of your hand to lean against the fence. You frowned slightly, missing the feeling of his hand in yours. “Better than any front seat.” He repeated softly.

“Is this how you got your name?” You gestured to the races. Your nerves slowly disappearing. You were a Brooklyn newsie for Christ’s sake! Be confident!

“What?” Race shook his head as if you broke him out of his trance. “Oh—uh…kinda! That and I would be the first to the circulation gate. I’m pretty fast for a newsie.”

“You’re pretty for a newsie.” You responded without missing a beat.

“What’s that?” Race leaned in to hear you better. A smirk on his face.

Before you could respond, a gunshot sounded. Hooves slammed on the dirt track. The commentator spoke enthusiastically about the race. In no time, the horses and jockeys were passing you. The wind from them passing knocked off your newsie cape. You could practically see the sweat on the jockeies’ faces.

“Careful.” Race snaked an arm around your waist as soon as the horses passed. He pulled you towards him, concerned about your safety.

You yelped going face first into his chest. Race chuckled awkwardly. You pulled away slightly, but not out of his arms. You two met eyes, just staring. The sound of the hooves faded away.

His blue eyes, the same color as the East River, the same color as a beautiful day. No words were shared between you two. Race gulped. The tension palpable.

Cheering and groans were heard as the commentator announced the outcome. “If—you couldn’t tell…” Race spoke nervously, never tearing his eyes away from yours. “I think your cute—hell, I think your badass for being a Brooklyner.”

Usually when you saw a lady and gentleman like this, they share a kiss. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You never kissed anyone, but this seemed like the perfect moment.

“I don’t know how to kiss…” You admitted quietly.

“We don’t gotta kiss.” Race assured.

“But I want too.”

“…”

“Can I kiss ya then?”

“Please.”

The minute his lips met yours, the whole world froze. Your stomach twisted in a good warm feeling. Electricity and sparks flying with a single touch to the lips. Your brain was blanking. No words could describe a first kiss.

“Was that…okay?” Race pulled away.

“Better than okay.” You nodded firmly and pressed another kiss to his lips.

Both Race and you got a little more confident and kissed each other back. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was sweet. “There’s more to Brooklyn than the Sheepshead Races.” You pulled away this time.

“I figured.” Race laughed and ran a hand through his blonde curls. He picked up your newsie’s cap that flew off. Brushing off the dirt, he placed the cap back on your head.

“I wanna show you more places in Brooklyn.” You spoke without even realizing what you were saying.

“A date then.” Race smirked.

“A date.” You confirmed.

“Great.”

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 17

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: sad? bucky’s def a lil depressed/has some self-image issues going on. there is a lil fluff/humor to make up for it though. don’t worry the smut will be back momentarily!

a/n: i have to give some credit to @youlightmeupfinn for the Shuri/Bucky interaction in this fic because she gave me the idea! thanks bestie <3 ALSO. Only 4 chapters + an epilogue left of the main story y’all 🥲 feel free to send any requests for one shots or drabbles if you think of any. I know of at least one to two deleted scenes that I’ll post when it’s done!

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Bucky knew he was sold on the Udaku Tech arm the second he woke up and found out it was a possibility. He trusted Shuri with his life. And you did too apparently. Thinking back to all the different times your threads of life have crossed made Bucky curious as to how the hell you only just met six months ago. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. When you got off the phone with the lawyer you told Bucky he’d be coming by later to talk about the course of action and what the plan would be to make sure Brock hurt as much as you all did. Then you played. You played with the girls. You let them giggle and squeal and get attacked by the tickle monster again and again and again. And laying there in that hospital bed, James Buchanan Barnes knew he was the luckiest man on earth. He had a wonderful, intelligent daughter, a partner that could bring grown men to their knees with her badassery and a second daughter who he’d had the opportunity to watch grow into a confident young girl.

But Bucky had his doubts and his worries with his new arm. He knew that he could trust Shuri and her technological innovations any day. He could trust her way more than any crap HYDRA Corp would try to put on his body. But he worried about the adjustment to this change in his life. In your lives. He knew you’d told him that you loved him but did he sense a bit of pity behind your words? Were you staying with him because you felt obligated to? Would the new metal arm scare you off? Would he be able to hold you and Becca and Avery like he used to? Would he hurt you? All these thoughts seemed to be floating around Bucky’s head and it was like he couldn’t get his brain to turn off. And you were either a psychic mind-reader or you just knew him so well because at that moment you sent the girls to play quietly with each other and approached his bed.

Your hand ran through his hair as you watched Bucky take in your features. And then you spoke. “You know, if you keep frowning like that you’re gonna get wrinkles, grandpa.”

The bluntness with which you joked had Bucky snorting and trying to cover it up with a cough. You joking with him seemed to lift some of the weight of uncertainty off Bucky’s shoulders. ”We’re the same age, grandma,” his Brooklyn drawl coming out more heavily with his joking tone. You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh before taking a seat and continuing to run your hands through Bucky’s hair. It felt nice. The physical touch. The soothing feeling of your hands on his body always made Bucky feel better. And here you were again, working your magic. You always seemed to know the right things to say to make him feel even the teensiest bit better.

You took advantage of his silence and questioned quietly, “whatcha thinking about, Buck?” Bucky took in a deep breath as he chanced a look at the girls. Avery and Becca were sharing a chair and watching what sounded like Bluey own a tablet.

When he was sure they weren’t paying attention, he answered lowly, “honey…I’m so scared.”

The uncontrollable tremble of his voice made your eyes well with tears. You moved your hand from playing with his hair to take his hand and bring it to your lips for a small kiss. The gesture making Bucky’s heart swell.

“Bucky, baby. I know you are. And it’s okay for you to feel that way. Wanna tell me what you’re scared of?”

“I’m scared that I’m going to hurt you or the girls…that I’m not gonna be able to control the arm like I’d want…that I’m gonna scare the girls and the kids at school…that I’m not good enough for you…” He trailed away as he spoke the last of his fears and made sure not to look at you. Had he been looking, he would’ve seen the look on your face that, by itself, would have solidified his love for you and your love for him.

And so you cleared your voice and spoke to him firmly, “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you no less now than I did six months ago. You are perfect for me. For our family. The girls love you. You won’t scare them, in fact they both love Shuri and have known about her prosthetics work for so long they’re gonna be so excited to see it on someone they love. And my love, it’s okay to be scared about the possibility of being out of control for a little bit. That’s what physical therapy is for. That’s what Shuri is here for. And that’s what I’m here for. We love you. We care for you. We’re here to help, Buck.”

Your declarations of love and affirmations of help brought tears to Bucky’s eyes. But he didn’t wipe them away. He wasn’t shy about his emotions. So he let his tears run free, unabashedly creating tracks down his cheeks. You were all in this together. This was just the beginning.

The surgery for the attachment of the arm and its attachment port came later that week. When Shuri came bouncing in the day of his surgery Bucky seemed to tense up a little. That was before she made a joke along the lines of not being ready to get rid of him yet so she’d make sure he came through just fine. After the surgery and after Bucky woke back up it took a little time adjusting to the physical difference of his new arm. The metal was cool to the touch, you practically flinched from him when he touched you with it. You swore up and down that it wasn’t because you were scared, but rather because the coolness was a shock. Bucky believed you. The girls thought it was the coolest thing ever and Avery even asked if Bucky was part robot now. Your reaction to her question was the best thing Bucky had seen as he practically cackled at the seven year old’s inquisitiveness. You looked absolutely appalled. Share took the chance to make some jokes too when she came to check on him and she made sure to tell him something that she thought was important about the arm.

“So the arm detaches, you know that because you studied all the paperwork I gave you before your surgery, right? Of course right. We can’t just give you a prosthetic and not let you safely remove it when it gets too heavy or too much or too…I don’t know what else. ANYWAYS. All this to say…if you act up or you’re rude to Y/N, or you upset my precious angel babies or you’re just straight up not a gentleman…I’ll make the arm fall off,” Shuri spoke with such conviction Bucky couldn’t help but be convinced but also a little confused.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me! You hurt them, I hurt you. Fair’s fair, Barnes.”

The interaction got a solid cackle out of you and Bucky just rolled his eyes but pulled Shuri in for a hug as he quietly thanked her for changing his life. He could’ve sworn he saw tears begin to rise in her brown eyes but she just waved him off and told him to be good in physical therapy or he’d be hearing from her AND T’Challa.

Life outside the hospital was difficult. Physical therapy pissed Bucky off. He wanted to just be able to do all the things he used to do without thinking twice about them. But when he’d so much as try to pick up a soda can with his new arm he’d crush it without thinking. The pressure imbalance made him cautious. He hugged the girls gingerly, usually with just his right arm. If he picked up Becca he didn’t pick up Avery and vice versa. He went from being able to hold both girls, one in each arm, to being afraid that he’d hurt them by accident if he ever did it again. It also meant he was absolutely terrified to touch you. The most physically Bucky had allowed your relationship to move in the last month was to a couple of intense make out sessions. He could see it in your eyes. The sadness and the uncertainty about how Bucky was actually feeling. He was too scared to talk to you. Too scared that he’d scare you away if he told you that he was terrified to love you fully because he couldn’t love himself.

Bucky’s first time out again was with all your friends. You hosted an impromptu birthday dinner for him at Obsidian with Natasha’s help. Steve, Nat, Tony, Pepper, Sam and Wanda were all there. You curled into Bucky’s side as everyone drank and laughed, his right side because that’s where he preferred you to stay. Tony got in a few jokes about the arm.

“Iron Man. I think we should call you Iron Man. OOOH or what about, the brave little toaster!? The little engine that coul- OW!” Tony was drunkenly yammering when Pepper through a swift elbow to his ribs, offering an apologetic look to Bucky because of her husband’s actions.

“You’ll have to forgive my husband, James. He doesn’t know how to stop eating his own feet,” she practically hissed at Tony. If looks could kill, Anthony Stark would be six feet under. But Bucky brushed her off. In fact he found Tony’s jokes a little refreshing. Tony’s humor reminded him of Shuri in a way and she was the only one that had truly helped him feel like his arm was definitely a new part of his life, but also worthy of a healthy dose of teasing. As the night dwindled down, Bucky grew more and more relaxed and as the two of you bade goodbye to your friends you stumbled out the door of Obsidian, waiting for Stan to take you back to the penthouse. Bucky wrapped his right arm around your waist, pulling you close to both stabilize you and just to hold you near. When the two of you stumbled through the door of your home neither of you were paying attention to where anything landed as you were both too focused on letting your tongues fight a battle of dominance. You kicked your shoes off and threw off your coat. You were reaching for the buttons of Bucky’s shirt when he drew in a breath and grabbed your wrist with his right hand. You looked up at him, confusion brewing in your eyes.

“Do you not want me Bucky?”

“Oh honey, of course I do. I just…you haven’t seen me shirtless since I got this thing and I’m scared,” he started but you interrupted him. Still slightly tipsy, you brought a finger to his lips and shushed him.

“My love, I’m not going anywhere. Please. Let me see you. I love you. All of you.”

Your affirmation made Bucky take in another deep breath and nod his head lightly. You stood up on your tiptoes to begin kissing him anew, this time taking your time popping open the buttons of his shirt. When you finally reached up to his shoulders to push off the fabric and take in his body, Bucky froze.

Your gaze roamed his chest with a heat that Bucky had never felt before. He wanted you. He wanted you so bad. Yet. There was that little voice in the back of his mind speaking insidious things: that he wasn’t good enough for you, how could you love him if he didn’t love himself, you’d see his shoulder and run away forever, you’ll hurt her if you even try to love her.

And like every single time, Bucky felt you reel him back in. You pressed a line of light kisses to the junction where his shoulder met the metal apparatus. Laving your tongue lightly over the scarring. Slowly washing away his worries that you would leave him or that you wouldn’t like him. And then you spoke.

“James Barnes, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. Kiss me please, my love?”

How could he refuse.

Bucky groaned and leaned into the kiss. He felt the backs of his knees hit the couch as he was forced to take a seat. You practically scrambled into his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs holding him close. You moaned into the kiss, taking it deeper. Your hands moved into Bucky’s hair in an attempt to pull his body even closer. Your lips moved against each other and Bucky’s right hand moved to grip your hips. And then you rolled. You ground your hips into Bucky’s and it was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on him. And that tiny little voice in the back of his mind was back saying that he was going to hurt you, you were going too far and you had to stop. And so he stopped. Bucky did NOT want to stop. And you didn’t either if the heavy lidded look of your eyes told Bucky anything.

“Let’s go to bed, honey. Before we take this too far.” And Bucky was gone. He deposited a confused you onto the couch and he was walking to your bedroom. And Bucky then did something even more stupid. He changed clothes, got into bed and just pretended to go to sleep. He heard you enter the room, your footsteps light, almost questioning if footsteps could be such. And then you were changing clothes and crawling into bed right next to him, making sure to leave a little space between you. And then Bucky heard it. He heard the sniffles. He heard your choked sobs as you began to cry yourself to sleep. And that’s when Bucky knew. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to see a therapist. He needed to get over this fear of possibly hurting you, because his fears had led to him already hurting you emotionally.

And so Bucky did what he thought was best. He got out of bed and detached the arm the way Shuri had taught him to. And then, once the arm was safely put away, he crawled back in bed and listened to you once more. Your breathing had evened out, slowed down. And so he crawled right behind you and moved his right arm over your waist, pulling you close to him as he pressed a kiss to your head.

Bucky was going to make this right. If it was the last thing he did.

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natty1730 · 1 year

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Playlist (Metal Family OC)

🌼Daisy Oceanos Morozov 🌼

Blue Hair ~ TV Girl

Mary On A Cross ~ Ghost

Bring Me To Life ~ Evanescence

Call Me Little Sunshine ~Ghost

Teenagers ~My Chemical Romance

Chelsea Dagger ~ The Fratellis

Dear Maria, Count Me In ~ All Time Low

Oblivion ~ Grimes

Brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Ain’t It Fun ~ Paramore

Cigarette Daydream ~ Cage The Elephant

Lovesong ~The Cure

Fade Into You ~ Mazzy Star

About a Girl ~ Nirvana

Iris ~ The Goo Goo Dolls

Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division

Just Like Heaven ~ The Cure

Summertime Sadness ~ Lana Del Rey

Brooklyn Baby ~ Lana Del Rey

West Coast ~ Lana Del Rey

Watercolor Eyes ~ Lana Del Rey

High By The Beach ~ Lana Del Rey

Blue Madonna ~ BORNS

Sweet Dreams ~ BORNS

Jealous ~ Eyedress

Want Me ~Baby Queens

Romeo and Juliet ~ The Killers

Midnight Love ~ Girl in Red

Genesis ~ Grimes

Maya the Psychic ~ Gerard Way

Women ~ Harry Styles

My Boy ~ Billie Eilish

The Less I Know The Better ~ Tame Impala

My Type ~ Saint Motel

Happier Than Ever ~ Billie Eilish

Give You Hell ~ The All-American Rejects

Cornflower Blue ~ Flower Face

We’re Not Gonna Take It ~ Twisted Sister

The Story Ain’t Over ~ Avantasis

I Wanna Rock ~ Twisted Sister

Somebody Told Me ~ Motionless In White

Rock You Like a Hurricane ~ Scorpions

You Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi

Smells Like Teen Spirit ~ Nirvana

I Was Mad For Lovin’ You ~ KISS

It’s My Life ~ Bon Jovi

Creep ~ Radiohead

Pour Some Sugar On Me ~ Def Leppard

Boulevard of Broken Dreams ~ Green Day

Psychic Reader ~ Bad Bad Hats

BLUE ~ Troye Sivan , Alex Hope

Cardigan ~ Taylor Swift

Lovefool ~ The Cardigans

Willow ~ Taylor Swift

Pretty Girl ~ Clairo

Always Forever ~ Cults

Candy ~ Robbie Williams

Something That I Want ~ Grace Potter

Can I Call You Tonight ~Dayglow

Melting ~ Kali Uchis

Moonlight ~ Kali Uchis

See You Again ~ Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis

Telepatia ~ Kali Uchis

I Wish you Roses ~ Kali Uchis

La Luna Enamorada ~ Kali Uchis

First Love/Last Spring ~ Mitski

Never Felt So Alone ~ Labrinth

Blue ~ LAUNDRY DAY

Colors of the Wind ~ Judy Kuhn

Lavender Haze ~ Taylor Swift

Heather ~ Conan Gray

Something Good ~ Alt-J

She ~ Dodie

Reencuentro ~ Huara

Zamba’l Mar ~ Anida

Chitquitita ~ ABBA (Spanish Version )

Ophelia ~ The Lumineers

Selfless ~ The Strokes

Once Upon a December ~ Anastasia

J’s lullaby ~ Delaney Bailey

The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron & Phoebe Birdgers

This Side of Paradise ~ Coyote Theory

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend ~ The Rubinoos

Teenage Dirtbag ~ Wheatus

Luna de Xelaju ~ Gaby Moreno & Oscar Isaac

All The Things She Said ~ t.A.T.u

Parents ~ YUNGBLUD

Freaks ~ Surf Curse

Not Allowed ~ TV Girl

Living Life , In The Night ~ Cheriimoya & Sierra Kidd

King For A Day~ Pierce The Veil

Flames ~ MOD SUN & Avril Lavigne

Amnesia ~ MOD SUN

Bones ~ MOD SUN

Break the Rules ~ Charli XCX

Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill

Nunca Es Suficiente ~ Natalia Lafourcade

Haste la Raiz

Tu Falta De Querer ~ Mon Laferte

Amarrame ~ Mon Laferte & Juanes

Amor Completo ~ Mon Laferte

The Adults Are Talking ~ The Strokes

Soledad y el Mar ~ Natalia Lafourcade & Los Macorinos

Cariño~ The Marias

Remember the Time ~ Michael Jackson

Chicago ~ Michael Jackson

P.Y.T. ~ Michael Jackson

Arabella ~ Arctic Monkeys

I Wanna Be Yours ~ Arctic Monkeys

Green Light ~ Lorde

Liability ~ Lorde

All I Wanted ~ Paramore

Misery Business ~ Paramore

Still into You ~ Paramore

Kiwi ~Harry Styles

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE ~ Maneskin

Stargirl Interlude ~ The Weeknd & Lana del Rey

New Girl ~ Labrinth

Pumped Up Kicks ~ Foster The People

Free Spirit ~ Khalid

hate u love u ~ Olivia O’Brien

In My Dreams ~ Kali Uchis

Super Psycho Love ~ Simon Curtis (The YouTube Version)

She’s My Collar ~ Gorillaz & Kali Uchis

Cherry Flavored ~ The Neighborhood

Backyard Boy ~ Claire Rosinkranz

Dirty Little Secret ~ The All-American Rejects

Move Along ~ The All-American Rejects

Dueles ~ Jesse & Joy

Romantic Lover ~ Eyedress

September (Instrumental) ~ Sparky Deathcap

Magalenha ~ Sergio Mendes

Fanfarra - Cabua-Le-Le ~ Sergio Mendes

Mas Que Nada ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

The Girl From Ipanema ~ Astrud Gilberto

Baiana ~ Barbatuques

Me Gustas Tu ~ Manu Chao

Pais Tropical ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

Tubarao Te Amo ~ Dj LK de Escocia & Tchakabum & MC Ryan

Carta Ao Tom 74 ~ Toquinho & Vinicius de Moraes

Girl From Rio ~ Anitta

Dancando ~ Ivete Sangalo

Ai Se Eu Te Pego ~ Michel Telo

Balada ~ Gusttavo Lima

Taboo ~ Don Omar

Calm Down ~ Rema & Selena Gomez

R.I.P 2 My Youth ~ The Neighborhood

NYMPHOLOGY ~ Melanie Martinez

Smell Like Cherry ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Light ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Tales of a Pine ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

In One Ear ~ Cage The Elephant

Why ~ Sabrina Carpenter

Gold Hour~ JVKE

Billie Bossa Nova x West Coast

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