#ughhhhhh i miss her so much

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come home babygirl I miss you </3

Men DNI

[hopesapowerfulthing]

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the missing melody ♪

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pairing : franco colapinto x singer!reader

faceclaim : various people!

summary: With the Grand Prix results in, Y/N returns home inspired, diving back into her music. Meanwhile, Franco, curious about the singer he met, follows her on social media. What begins as casual online exchanges soon hints at a deeper connection.

warnings : some singers do not exist in this au since i might take their songs!

note : MERRY CHRISTMAS!! here is your surprise, i know some have been waiting but ive been in a writing block. dont kill me bc its short! i suck at writing UGHHHHHH

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username2 VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

username4 this progress of williams is what’s giving me hopes for carlos next year 🥲

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username8 WOWWWW BRAVO 👏🏼👏🏼

username3 COLAPINTO2025 

username5 STANDING OVATION!!! 🔥🔥

username5 y/n was the good luck charm! i’m telling you! 🫵🏼

username7 simply lovely

yourusername grateful to be here and watch the team score some points. it’s amazing to watch, might just have to join for another race soon. thanks again for letting me join in the paddock! 🇦🇷🔥💙

↳williamsracing we’re glad to have you y/n, can’t wait to see you trackside again! wishing you luck on your future endeavors! 💙

↳alex_albon appreciate it! we hope to see you soon!

↳francolapinto glad you could be here! i would love for you to come to another race, let’s make it happen. 💙

↳username5 now i need her to go to another race this season

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As the Grand Prix weekend drew to a close, Y/N felt a bittersweet mix of relief and melancholy. The weekend had been a whirlwind, filled with the excitement of the race and the unexpected attention she had garnered from her appearance. The crowded paddock and constant buzz of conversations had left her mentally drained, but as she walked toward the car that would take her back home, there was a certain peace settling over her.

The world outside the track seemed quieter, more serene. She could hear the faint hum of the engines in the distance as the final laps were being completed, but for her, it was time to leave the chaos behind. The press, the cameras, the questions—all of it faded away as she slid into the front seat, the doors closing softly behind her, sealing her off from the world she had momentarily rejoined.

She pulled out of the paddock, and stared out the window, watching the lights of the city blur past as she made her way back home. The city was still alive, but she felt removed from it, as though she were floating in a different space. Her mind wandered back to the people she had met during the weekend—the 2 william's drivers, the fans, the connections she made. She longed for the solitude of her room, a place where she could decompress and regain the clarity she so desperately sought. 

As the car rounded a corner, she caught a glimpse of the track once more, her heart stirring with a mix of admiration and uncertainty. She wasn’t sure what the future held, but for now, she was content to retreat into her own world and reflect on the moments that had left an imprint on her soul.

franco’s pov 

I stood on the podium, the aftertaste of victory still fresh as my team erupted in celebration. My first points of the season—it wasn’t much, but it felt like a significant step forward. The atmosphere was electric, and for a brief moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. But even with all the cheering and the congratulations, my thoughts kept drifting to something—or rather, someone—that had caught my attention this weekend. Y/N. I didn’t know much about her, but I couldn’t ignore the way she moved through the paddock with such quiet grace. It wasn’t just her fame, though that was undeniable; it was something about her presence. She wasn’t demanding attention, yet everyone seemed to be aware of her, drawn to her in a way that made me curious.

There was something magnetic about her. It wasn’t just the way she looked—it was the way she carried herself. She didn’t seem to be seeking validation from anyone. She wasn’t flashy, but there was an air of confidence, a mystery to her that intrigued me. 

I’d seen her throughout the weekend, but it was when I finally met her that everything clicked. We had a brief conversation with Alex, nothing too elaborate, just a few exchanged words, but it felt different somehow. The way she spoke, the way she listened—it was all so natural, so unassuming. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, and yet there was something about her that made me want to know more. Her smile, the subtle warmth in her eyes—it was like she was letting me see just a glimpse of who she was, without revealing too much. It wasn’t anything dramatic, just a casual interaction, but it left me wanting to understand what lay beneath that composed, almost guarded exterior. There was more to her, I was sure of it, and that curiosity lingered long after our conversation ended.

The more I thought about her, the more I found myself wondering what had brought her to this point in her life. Here she was, standing on the fringes of our world—famous, yes, but still somewhat distant, as if she didn’t quite belong to this chaotic universe we all lived in.

I read her Instagram post after the race, since I was already in the car on the grid, when she posted it. She had opened up about the struggles she had been facing, about stepping away from the spotlight and the personal battles she was fighting. It was raw and vulnerable, nothing like the polished image the world saw. It made me realize that the person I had met wasn’t the confident star I had expected, but someone much more complex. She wasn’t just another celebrity navigating the chaos of fame—there was a quiet strength to her, a kind of raw honesty that made me want to understand her even more.

Back in my hotel room later that evening, after everything had quieted down, I found myself scrolling through my phone. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, about that brief moment when our eyes had met. I opened Instagram without really thinking about it, my fingers moving almost on autopilot as I searched for her name. Something inside me told me to take this small step. I followed her. There was no reason why I should expect anything from it, but I felt the impulse to reach out in some way, even if it was just this simple action.

I sat back on the bed as I hit “follow,” my heart beating a little faster as I did. I wasn’t expecting her to notice, but something about it felt right. I scrolled through her feed, each post revealing just a little more about who she was. There was an intimacy to her posts, the way she shared pieces of herself without fully letting anyone in. It wasn’t the usual curated perfection I saw from other influencers. Each photo seemed to tell a story, but only if you were paying close attention. I couldn’t help but be intrigued. Maybe it was the beginning of something, or maybe it was just a small, fleeting curiosity that would fade away. But as I followed her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the start of something that could pull me into her world in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

y/n’s pov 

As I stirred the sauce, my phone dinged from across the kitchen. I wiped my hands on a towel and walked over to check it. When I unlocked the screen, I saw Franco had followed me on Instagram. I paused, staring at the notification for a moment, a little caught off guard. My mind raced as I thought about our brief encounter, and I felt a sudden urge to message him. Taking a deep breath, I opened the app, ready to start typing.

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Y/N stood in her kitchen, wiping down the last of the plates from dinner, the sounds of the quiet house filling the space around her. She had eaten alone tonight, a habit she’d fallen into over the past few months. The familiar hum of the dishwasher was the only noise, but her mind was elsewhere. Franco’s face kept drifting into her thoughts—his easy smile, the way his eyes lit up when they spoke. They’d only met today, briefly, but something about him had stuck with her.

It had been a long day at the Grand Prix, full of excitement and noise, but when their conversation had veered into something personal, something quiet, it had been like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them. She had felt a spark, undeniable and electric, even though she knew he’d be leaving soon. He was on his way to Mexico for the next race, already on the plane when she had sat down to dinner by herself, yet the connection lingered in the back of her mind.

Y/N sighed, reaching for her notebook that rested on the counter. As she flipped through the pages, her fingers brushed over old lyrics, half-finished songs, and abandoned ideas. She hadn’t written anything in weeks—no inspiration, no motivation. But tonight felt different. She had this restless energy swirling inside her, something she couldn’t ignore. She sat down and began to write.

The pen moved quickly, almost without thought. The words felt raw, like they were pouring out of her all at once. She wasn’t sure if it was the memories of the day or the faint pull of something more, but she couldn’t stop herself. The chorus took shape, the melody forming like a whispered secret.

“It’s all in my head / I’ll keep it to myself / I know that you’ll never see it / I’m just looking for a reason..” (the bottom by gracie abrams)

Her mind wandered back to Franco, and she found herself replaying their brief encounter over and over. There was something about him—something real and different from anyone she’d met in a long time. But he was leaving for Mexico, and soon enough, he’d be consumed by the fast-moving world of Formula 1. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever see him again, and the uncertainty gnawed at her.

But still, there was this quiet tug inside her, a feeling she couldn’t shake. Maybe—just maybe—this moment held more than she’d first realized. It was all in her head, she thought, but she couldn’t help but hope for something more.

As she continued to write, her hand moved almost instinctively, the words flowing faster than she could process. It was like the music was the only place that made sense, the only thing that could capture what she couldn’t quite say out loud. She smiled softly as the song began to take shape, feeling that spark of something inside her. It wasn’t finished yet, but there was a sense that this was just the beginning.

The quiet of the house was only interrupted by the soft scratch of Y/N's pen as she wrote, her thoughts wandering to the conversation she’d had earlier with Franco. Her phone suddenly buzzed, and she jumped slightly. Seeing Franco's name on the screen made her hesitate, but she quickly answered, trying to sound calm.

*start of phone call*

“Hello?” she said, her shyness making the greeting almost tentative.

“Hey, it’s Franco,” came his familiar voice, sounding warm and easy. “I just landed in Mexico. How’s your night going?”

Y/N felt a small smile tug at her lips, a slight relief washing over her. “Hi, Franco. It’s going okay... just writing. How about you? How was the flight?”

“It was fine, a bit long, but nothing I can’t handle,” Franco replied, his tone light. “It feels good to be here, though. Getting ready for the weekend.”

Y/N shifted in her seat, her fingers tapping nervously on her notebook. “Yeah, I’m sure it must be a bit overwhelming. But, uh, you’ve done this kind of travel before, right?”

Franco laughed softly, clearly amused. “You could say that. But every new race feels a little different. There’s always something new to learn. What about you? I know you’ve only been to one race, right?”

“Yeah, just today.” Y/N said, a little shy about admitting she was still new to the whole experience. “It was... a lot. But really exciting too. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.”

“That’s awesome. What did you think of the atmosphere?” Franco asked, genuinely curious.

Y/N smiled, remembering the energy from the day. “It was wild, in a good way. I didn’t really know what to expect, but the crowd was so into it. It’s different from anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“I can imagine. There’s just something about a race day, huh?” Franco said. “It gets under your skin.”

“Yeah, I think I get that now,” Y/N replied, feeling a little more relaxed as the conversation moved away from the work side of things. “It’s... thrilling. I can see why people love it.”

“So, what did you do after the race? Did you go back hotel?” Franco asked, genuinely interested in how she was spending her time.

Y/N shifted slightly, a little self-conscious. “No, I just came home. I haven't been, um... great with big crowds recently, so I thought I’d unwind for the night. I guess it’s a good thing I like being alone sometimes.”

“I totally get that,” Franco said, his voice softer now, almost like he understood exactly what she meant. “I’m kind of the same way. Traveling and being around people can be... draining.”

Y/N smiled faintly, feeling a little more at ease. “Yeah, exactly. It’s nice to just have a quiet night to yourself.”

There was a pause, and then Franco continued, “What do you usually do when you’re alone? Like, when you’re not writing?”

Y/N hesitated before answering, her fingers gently brushing over the edges of her notebook. “I, uh, watch movies sometimes. Old ones. And I read a lot too. Mostly books that... help me forget everything for a little while.”

Franco’s voice was warm, and she could tell he was trying to keep the conversation light. “I think I’d like some movie recommendations. I’ve been wanting to watch something different, but I don’t know where to start.”

Y/N smiled softly, appreciating how easy the conversation was flowing now. “I could definitely do that. If you like old films, I’d recommend some classic noirs. They’re... atmospheric, but in a cool way.”

“Sounds perfect,” Franco said, clearly interested. “I’ll have to try that when I’m not in race mode.”

“I’ll make a list for you, then,” Y/N replied, her voice lightening a little. “Maybe next time we talk, I can recommend a few more.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Franco said with a gentle laugh. “It’s nice just to talk about something that’s not... the race or the schedule.”

“Yeah, it is,” Y/N said quietly, feeling a strange sense of connection. “I didn’t expect it to be so easy to talk.”

“Me neither,” Franco agreed. “But I’m glad we’re talking.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a little more comfortable with the whole situation. “Me too. It’s... nice. I’m glad you called.”

“Glad I did too. Well, I’ll let you get back to your writing,” Franco said, though his voice didn’t sound ready to hang up. “But we’ll talk soon, okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied softly. “Take care, Franco.”

“You too, Y/N. Talk soon,” he said before hanging up.

Y/N set the phone down, a quiet smile on her face. She didn’t know why she felt so calm after talking to him, but somehow, it felt like the beginning of something she hadn’t expected. A spark had been lit inside her, something she hadn’t felt in a while. Her mind was buzzing, and for the first time in days, she felt truly alive.

She glanced at the clock—still early, though not for long—and something inside her stirred. Without thinking, she grabbed her notebook and walked out of the room, heading down the hall toward her studio. The house was quiet, still, but her mind was racing. As she flipped the lights on in the small room filled with instruments, sound equipment, and all the tools of her trade, it was as if everything clicked into place

The walls, once silent and stifling, now seemed to hum with possibility. She set her notebook down, reached for her laptop, and immediately pulled up her music software. Her fingers hovered over the keys, and within minutes, she was in the zone, the melody flowing almost effortlessly. Ideas she hadn’t known were waiting to be discovered spilled out of her, notes and lyrics coming together like pieces of a puzzle she hadn’t known needed solving.

For hours, she lost herself in the music. The hours seemed to melt away, her focus unwavering as she crafted something new, something personal, something that felt like it was coming from the depths of her soul. She tweaked, arranged, and layered tracks, her mind guided only by the spark Franco had unknowingly ignited. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this inspired.

By the time the sun began to rise, Y/N was still in her studio, headphones on, eyes tired but exhilarated. She hadn’t noticed the time slipping by until she glanced at the clock again. The song wasn’t finished, but it was close. She smiled to herself, realizing that the night had passed without her even thinking about the exhaustion she usually felt. It was as though the music had become the one thing that could make her forget everything else.

She leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she was grateful for this new, unexpected source of inspiration. And in the back of her mind, she knew this song was only the beginning.

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[kitkabam]

Despite being in otome hell again I still think about them. The soft way he looks at Rook, the way Rook looks at Lucanis. This man thought he would never see her again, she was gone for weeks, and to have her really be here again...God I can only imagine how much he's feeling.

I'm glad I had a save BEFORE I hit the point of no return so I could see these again and properly analyze as well as make different choices to see them. Also you can tell Rook is 100% exhausted just by how she responds and the fact Lucanis KNOWS UGHHHHHH!!

I miss my short crow man and his even shorter warden wife so much. They mean everything to me.

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𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙾

description: In reader's last game of her career, her wife and team make sure she understands how loved she really is

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vicky losada x female reader

disclaimer: I am in now way saying vicky is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: language, bad google translations as per usual!

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username1: she is so pretty kill me now! 🙀🙀

username2: HOW CAN YOU LOOK LIKE THAT 😳😳

username3: love love love it!

losada_vicky: Jesus, I am a lucky woman... 🤯

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y/n: proud to wear Losada on my back baby ! 🩷

username4: UGHHHHHH

username5: PLEASE MA'AM 🔥🔥

username6: Break me like a glowstick I beg

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username2: I am going to miss her so much.

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username3: She is only 33, why do you think she is retiring? 😶

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username4: She was really badly injured during her second world cup, her ACL tore, cracked two ribs and gave herself a dent in her skull, so...

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username3: well, then that makes sense...

username5: I am so used to seeing her, I am going to miss her so much! 😭❤️

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When the whistle blew, y/n couldn't believe it, the air was pulled from her lungs and as her teamed cheered in relief from the win, a tear dropped down her cheek at the idea of leaving for real this time.

Her wife wrapped an arm around her and the team swarmed her soon enough, a lot of people crying as they enjoyed a last group hug with their captain of four years.

As they pulled away, y/n looked out at the crowd who were screaming, cheering, waving Brighton Flags for her, and she laughed tearfully and waved out at them in thanks.

"Right." Vicky's voice echoes a microphone held in her hand.

"My wife has given a lot of her life to Brighton, and she honestly loves everything about this club, the players, the staff and especially the fans. I love this club because of her." Vicky says.

The crowd aww's at that, and y/n smiles sadly as she watches her wife who was looking around, proudly talking about the one she called her own.

"She may be retiring, but y/n Losada will be remembered for years as the best Brighton, fan, player and Captain because she has changed so many lives in the course of her own." Vicky finishes.

The crowd erupts at that, cheers showing such agreement to Vicky's speech that the captain covered hr face and took a deep breath, trying to stop from bursting into tears.

A microphone was somehow passed to her, and y/n shook her head, but the chants of 'speech speech speech' were telling her she was over-ruled.

"Um, wow, where to start?" She asks. "First of all, I came through the Brighton academy and played on a senior pitch at the age of 16. I am now 33, and after a brief few years at Barcelona, am honoured to have done my final game here." y/n begins, the crowd cheering for her.

"I am so grateful to every fantastic person on this team, in this club and in this crowd. Because you have made my job the easiest thing in the world." y/n smiles, her wife chuckling and wiping a tear.

"My wife is crying, though I wish she wouldn't because we both know, if I play any longer, I will be sewn back together with how many injuries I have got." y/n laughs, her hand coming up to cup her wife's face lovingly.

"I won't say much more, but thank you for your support, thank you for your love, you will all always have mine. Thank you Brighton and Thank you football. See you around!" y/n finishes and the crowd bursts into cheers.

Two loud bangs happen and y/n jumps before laughing in shock at the fireworks that had been set off from the stadium, the officials giving her a proper goodbye as people cheered.

"y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n!!" The crowd cheered, repeating her name over and over while the Brighton team piled on her one last time. y/n knew she'd enjoy being a wag, but she would miss football.

Vicky wrapped an arm around her, pressing her lips to her lover's temple as the woman sighed and relaxed in her hold, finding comfort in her wife's warmth.

"I know my love, I know." Vicky promises.

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y/n

Words cannot express the pain I have saying goodbye, football has given me a family, several teams, a wife and so much love.

I may be hurting, but I heard you all and I am so thankful for you, and the happiness you gave me tonight and always shall never be matched!

Thank you all so much, I have had such a fantastic time in this career. I will see you all soon, when I am fulfilling my WAG duties!

All my love

y/n Losada xx

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losada_vicky There may have been several reasons my wife took a step back from football. We cannot wait to meet this reason. ❤️

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keirawalsh: so proud and excited !!! 💙☺️

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kinda love this, kinda don't

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Queenie xx

[yourtouchismidas]

the matty baby interaction from Baltimore has me crying. Would love a blurb about him seeing a baby while on tour, missing G, and then calling RG so he can sing baby Gigi to sleep

matty's eye's go wide when he sees the baby. for a tiny second, his heart skips in his chest, thinking it's his girl and his daughter. it's not obviously. he facetimed them before the show and they were safely at his flat in manchester, worlds away. he shakes that thought out his mind. he can't let it consume him. it's too painful. it is what it is. they will be there when he gets back.

"watch the baby," security says to him, and to the mother, who is grinning at him and waving her baby's tiny arm too. the baby has giant yellow headphones on, but matty still worries, the crowds, the lights, the sounds.

"the baby," he says, going over and shaking the mother's hand. "thanks for coming. be careful."

"we will," the mother says back. her eyes are shining. she's ecstatic to see him. he loves his fans. he really does. they're all gorgeous people. but all he wants to do right now is to crawl under a blanket with his two favourite girls in the world.

"how old?" he asks, grinning widely as the baby smiles at him, drool dripping down it's chin.

"she's five months," she says.

"oh be careful. be careful," he says, touching the babies soft face. he pulls his hand back and to his chest when his fingertips feel the silk of her skin. it feels exactly like gigi's and his heart hurts.

"my little girl is six months," he says. he cant help himself. he knows he should be moving on, the security guard close behind him. but the baby is looking at him with big eyes.

"hi sweetheart," he mouths. "ugh i miss my baby," he says. then he is ushered on towards the stage.

you're not expecting to hear from him after the show, so you answer quickly, worried something is wrong.

"matty?" you say.

"hi darling," he says.

"you okay?"

"yeah," he says, slightly sadly, "i just miss you and gi. i fucking miss you so much baby, it's killing me."

"we miss you too," you say. you do. you're not feeling it as much in this exact moment, because gigi has been fussing for hours and you've been distracted trying to get her down, but you sleep with his shirt on every night. you hug the pillow on his side to your chest. you look into your baby's eyes to see his.

"where is gigi?"

"right here," you say, lowering the camera to where she is leant up against your chest, quiet now but still wide awake, eyes wet from crying. "look gigi it's daddy!"

gigi seems to not notice, but as soon as he says "hi baby girl," the lights go on in her eyes and she looks directly at the camera and breaks into a smile.

"ughhhhhh," matty moans, "i wanna hold her. i wanna smell her. i wanna sing her to sleep."

"you can do that right now. for the love of god please," you chuckle.

so he does. she watches the screen, transfixed. she knows thats her daddy. he sings gently, softly.

"Don't worry, darlin' Oh, don't worry, darlin' Don't worry, darlin' I'll always love you"

gigi's eyes slowly roll closed. she fights it, wanting to look at him more, but eventually, after a few more choruses, and matty smiling at her encouragingly, she finally drifts off to sleep.

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Sweetheart~

The creature x fem!reader

a frilly pink outsider from New Orleans finds a undead love sick man, and doesn’t know what to do with him! chapter one Warning: swearing, possible drug use, murder.

word count 1,325

A/N HIIIIIII, I sent an ask to a writer on here a few days ago and I had the idea to write the fanfic myself! just thought it would be cute and I wanted to try and write it in my own style! This is gonna be in multiple parts in a series! Hopefully about ten parts maybe more with some one shots in between while writing (by the way I haven’t watched Lisa Frankenstein yet because it’s not out in Australia so im obviously going to be missing a few parts, I’ll try to fit them in as flash backs)

It had been a few days since *name* had found The creature, he broke into her room after leaving her mother’s rosary on his grave. Since then *Name* had been keeping him hidden away from her family in her closet, however trying to hide him from her snoopy step sister, taffy; seemed to be easier said then done. change of pov

“I mean! Is it so weird to drink milk from the carton?” You asked this zombie thing, he stared at you then shrugged “your soooo much help…” you rolled my eyes. “So like… is it peaceful down there? In the grave?” You questioned him, he slowly groaned and shook his head; his way of saying no “I would ask what’s it like but I’m far too lazy” you giggled, placing a joint into your mouth then turning your head to look at him. The creature looked disapproving, but as of right now he couldn’t show much emotion; he didn’t have eyebrows and was missing a hand and his ear. “What? People smoked cigars in your day. You probably smoked cigars!” You exclaimed, he groaned and reached his good hand to try and “confiscate” your joint “ah! No. This was a good $30.” You pulled your hand away “I’ll quit, trust. Anyways, WHAT DO I WEAR TO SCHOOL” you groaned

You ended up finding an outfit that both you, taffy and the creature agreed on. A light coloured (your choice) wool sweater, a black mini skirt, some black leggings, white leg warmers and black Mary Jane’s with little bows on them with your hair curled and in a half up half down with a bow. This frilly pink style often got you picked on and snickered at by your peers, you looked like THE biggest girly girl in the whole world. It was 1989 and you weren’t exactly the most popular.

in the car

Taffy grinned to you “soo… anyone you think is hot yet..?” She giggles “Uhm…. No” I chuckled “oh.. that one guys kind of cu-” “WHO TELL ME RIGHT NOW, NO WAIT DONT TELL ME, NO WAIT DO. DO TELL ME” she squealed into your ear “that uh.. micheal Trent guys kind of cute” she made a face “eaugh….” (Honey you slept with him…..) “what..?!” You yelled “WHY HIM?” “CAUSE HES A CUTIEE” “whatever you say” “I do say, I do” you rolled your eyes “yk most sisters are supportive right?” You told her “Mkay, they support good decisions” she said as she turned a right the car “schools to the left taf’” you reminded her “I wanna get some iced coffee” she said like it was nothing “WERE GONNA BE LATE” “SHUT UP NO WERE NOT JESUS H CHRIST”

after school (sorry for all the time skips but this is a creature x reader not let’s watch taffy and reader argue about coffee)

“uGHhhHhH school suckeds” you groaned as I walked into your room, slumping against the wooden door resulting in it shutting, the creature looked at you with furrowed brow, confused by the statement “yes they let girls go to school. It’s 1989 get with the times” the creature groaned and lifted its hand or rather lack there of “I can’t.. I can’t just get you new parts…” you told him, shrugging. He threw a little zombie tantrum, groaning and flopping onto the bed“calm down calm down!” You yelled as you tried to hold him down, grabbing his upper arm to hold the undead man in place “look I can’t get get you new pa-“*NAME LAST NAME*” a horrible screech came from your step mothers throat, clearly trying to pick yet another fight. “Go go go” you said quietly as you ushered the creature into your closet, shutting the wooden door in his face. “…yes..?!” You replied to her, she opened your door “what.. the hell.. is wrong with you?” She gets into your face “what I do?” You looked confused to her “you’re talking to yourself, throwing things. You lied to us telling us our house got broken into! That was fine china you threw!You’re going crazy aren’t you? Trying to get the towns attention because you had your old towns attention? Your nothing but a joke, a mentally ill joke.” She snaps “huh?!” “You know what I’m going to throw you into a mental facility, just to get rid of you…” you gasped, shook your head and backed away slowly “no…” you whispered, trying to avoid such misery “yes.. impatient lock down!” You gasped again “special socks n all” suddenly, a loud smack and a sickening cracking noise. The creature had grabbed the old sewing machine and slammed it onto Janet’s head “oh good lord..” you backed away and began to whimper, the creature waddles towards you and tried to hug you to calm you down, wrapping his strong but cold and dead arms around you. You whimpered and cried since now you felt like your responsible for a dead woman. He pulled away from the hug, made a groan then twisted his body towards the night table and grabbing the scissors off it. The creature leaned down and slowly, sliced off Janet’s pierced ear. The red blood poured down her makeup caked face, going down with the blood she was already gargling up and onto the carpet. The creature stood up, and held up the blood covered ear, offering it to you. With shaky hands you slowly grabbed it “d-do you want me to Uhm.. uh.. oh god…sew it back on..?”

The creatures cold and curly haired head laid in your lap, as you secured Janet’s now amputated ear to the left side of his head, double checking it was inline with the rest of his head and in the right spot for his side burns. “I don’t think.. can you hear out of it..?” You asked, yanking at the ear “can you feel it?” You questioned the undead man again, he groaned “okay yeah I forgot you don’t have a tongue.” You sighed

(flash back)

“maybe you wanna try laying in my tanning bed? Get some colour in ya?” Taffy suggested as she pat your cheek “I’m good, that thing would electrocute me.” You chuckled as you applied lip gloss, trying to get ready for a party that taffy was going to drag you to then have to take you home early like she always did. “Cmon! You’ll look good.. trust me” she smiled comfortingly “okay fine.. pass the sunscreen” you decided to humour her, holding your hand out for the plastic bottle of spf. As you went to lay down in the tanning bed, a spark hit you, then two, then three. Then…. Crack . It electrocuted you “TAFFY!” “okay I’m really sorry you got electrocuted earlier, I didn’t know it would do that .”, you huffed disappointingly

you ended up getting harrassed that night by a short guy called Doug, he kept trying to hit on you and sexually assault you. He made you incredibly uncomfortable

end of flash back

“Didn’t you say you were killed and brought back by a lightning strike, maybe electricity can add things to you!” You squealed in surprise as you rushed him down the stairs and into the magenta tanning bed. Your hand reached towards the crank, putting it into a certain level and then stepping back to see if it would work. Sparks flew in all sorts of directions, left right and centre. “Please don’t be hurt please don’t be hurt” you begged quietly, then a ding! Like an oven saying it’s finished baking, our little zombie boy was finished baking! As you opened the lid and he slowly, but hilariously sat up like a vampire. You decided to see if he could heat “can you hear me!” You yelled and he groaned “can ya?! Yeah!?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?” you kept yelling and he kept groaning. “OH MY GOD IT WORKED! HOLY SHITTTT” you clapped excitedly.

a/n sorry it’s short it’s one of my first fanfics, I hope you enjoyed and tell me if you want some more!

[skyfallscotland]

quick debrief on chapter 31:

who the fuck does brennan think he is for being “disappointed” at remi for mounting lia !!! i almost killed him

almost cried at the scene where remi mended lia omg 🥹🥹

wdym remi and violet can sense venin and wyvern?:!!/?/!/)/!/?/!!:

THE WAY REMI RAN TO XADEN MADE ME MELT UGHHHHHH

the sparring scene had me giggling it was amazing i missed them so much

xaden’s words in the shower made me want a xaden riorson (amy’s version) in my life

PYSCHO REMI IS BACK WOOHOOOOOO WE CHEERED 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

i can’t wait to see what happens next between cat and remi

anyways, i loved this chapter amy!!! honestly, i think it’s become one of my favorites in t&t

(ps: i can’t get enough of remi saying “my house” when she’s talking about riorson house… i love her possessiveness 🤭🤭)

1. Yeah look, I just don’t like him 😭 he thinks he’s in charge or something

2. They’re the best 😭😭

3. Can Violet not do that in the canon scene? Anyway, I respectfully decline to answer 🌚

4. LOVE 🖤

5. I’ve missed their sparring too! (Not writing it though) but more of that coming soon! 😌

6. I would also like one??? Tell me if you find them 🥲

7. YES! FUCK ‘EM UP!

8. Ummm let’s just say it’s violent 🙂🫡

Thank you! I’m glad you liked it 🥹

It’s her house, her chair, her man 😏

[nereidprinc3ss]

bambi was DELICIOUSSSS i am so happy we are so back i seriously think you have never had a wrong opinion ever like i also love when everything is all sleepy and fuzzy and i love when you write it i didn’t realize how much i missed u writing this stuff until i read it LOL like nobody does it like you …. nereidprinc3ss my light my savior ….

teddy bear highlight reel of favorites ummmm first of all the part when he’s like “content letting her play at being in charge” YUMMMM idk sorry like apparently lately the people don’t like soft dom spencer but that will always be my truth and something abt that sentence was delish to me. and i love him being all teasing it’s so yummy i will never get over it & also how sweet he is like telling her how well she’s doing and like the whole “is that it/is that what you need/that feels good doesn’t it” like that whole sentiment every time u write it i like have to look around the room it’s SO GOOD and like saying i know and baby and honey and good girl and the aftercare ughhhhhh need him NEED HIM. another classic in the books the crowd cheers love u 🧸

I need him so badly….. also did u know ily forever and ever and I love teddy bear highlight reel of favorites!!!

I missed smut too!! Sometimes when I write it it feels like it’s sooooo copy and paste nd formulaic and basic and I don’t enjoy it then so I have to find ways to spice things up yk…. Like I’m not posting smut if at least a few lines didn’t give me that feeling in my stomach where it’s like I’m falling down you know what I mean…… sometimes when J write a really banger line in smut my stomach just flips and I get butterflies so much they almost hurt and that’s when I knowwwww I’m cookinggg

[princessfbi]

Ooo what's the BTHB (Shelved) fic about?? -118side

UGHHHHHH!!!! Soooooo...

BTHB (Shelved) fic is a fic I had been writing to fill one of my bingo squares on my BTHB card since May of 2023. That prompt was ambush. I finished it, unfortunately, pretty much the night before October 7th of 2023. If you don't know why that's a very unlucky timing on my part, I would suggest pausing reading this and take a look.

So out of respect for the people affected from the conflict going on, I decided not to publish the fic yet.

For my part, I based the fic off events that happened in Michigan and it really just became a situation of coincidental timing. But there were too many unintentional similarities in the fic that I'm not comfortable posting so close with everything going on.

Basically, I'm trying to see if there's a way to salvage any of it or if I need to scrap it completely or just let it cool off for a while. Idk. I'm plucking at it!

BUT... I can show some Buddie from it!

They weren’t even halfway through a shift but it had felt like eons since he’d got to hold Eddie in his arms. He wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s waist and held him tight, chasing after his lips for another indulgent kiss he’d been missing since they’d left Eddie’s place to drive into their shift in separate vehicles.  Buck could’ve gotten lost in the taste of Eddie’s kiss and he was pretty sure he did because one moment Eddie was hypnotizing him with the way his thumb was pressing little circles into his hip and the next, the mildly annoyed booth owner was clearing her throat until they broke apart.  “Are you boys interested in any soap?” She asked, arching a brow at the display they were very obviously blocking. 

[the-fiction-witch]

More!

Media Doctor Who

Character Timothy Latimer (Age Up)

Couple Tim X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day Sixteen

Kinktober consept Overstimulation

Smut overstimulation/ raw sex / jizz/ overload / nudity

I collapsed on my little metal bed desperate for my breath back "I've missed you so bad angel" I cooed "I've missed you too Tim" Y/n giggled laying with my covers, the school had one of those stupid show-off things this weekend to show off work and such we all got tickets to send to parents and friends so, of course, I invited Y/n as I hadn't seen her since the summer and I missed her so desperately, and obviously within ten minutes of it all starting we snuck away to have sex like the horny teens we are "Tim?" "Yeah y/n?" "More" she giggled "What?" "More!" she giggled climbing on top of me "Aww you really have missed me, alright angel" I smirked pulling her back into a kiss she happily slipped down letting me back inside her and she began to ride me fast and hard I did my best to kiss her and not to scream but given how long we'd been apart every single moment was heavenly I thrust up as much as I could but she was pretty good just working on her own until I hit my second burying myself inside her "Uhhhhhh uughhhh… you're too good to me angel" I gasped "Tim?" "Umm yes my little angel" "More?" "More!? I've already had too angel I don't think I can do any more" "Please I've missed you so badly" she whined shifting her hips "Ummm okay I don't know how well it'll go though" I warn her she giggled kissing down my neck as she bounced and moved hard and fast I was not really struggling to keep quiet beyond overwhelmed rolling my head on the pillow watching her beautiful bodywork on top of me it felt amazing but I was getting hot, sweaty, tired and exhausted but none of that seemed to denture or even slow her until I had to stop her "Angel, please give me a second to breathe" "More" she yelled pinning me down on the bed and moving faster and harder than I'd ever known her to before "Why don't you jump off and I'll let you ride my fingers a little while?" I offered "No! I want my timothy's cock" she smirked "Ummmmm that's so sexy to hear you say that but I'm a tired angel I don't know If I can" "You can. I'll make you" she smirked moving my hands to her breasts "Ummm that's very cute y/n but realistically" I began before she moved slightly working even more intensely "Ughhhhhh angel why don't you lay down I promise I'll use my mouth to finish you just let me stop for a minute" "No!" she giggled "More!" she giggled I was actually kind of worried my vision began to blur my body shaking and I felt such overwhelming pleasure rip through me as I was so tired until she hit her orgasm tightening around me squealing and squirting down my cock and that triggered what may have been the most amazing orgasm of my life -

My blood boiled, my toes curled, my body arched up towards her, my eyes rolled back, my mouth made sounds I'd never heard myself make before utterly uncontrollably as she rides out her own, burying my seed deep inside her feeling this wall of pleasure so strong and hard like nothing I'd ever felt in my life and then she laid down with me. "Holy fuck-" "I told you" she giggled "Yeah you told me- fuck… that felt amazing" "I did" she smiled giving me a kiss and nuzzling close to my still gasping body "I've really missed you" "I've missed you too angel" I cooed kissing her head "Tim?" she spoke up after a while of us calming down "Yeah?" "More?" she giggled "You are a little succubus aren't you, fine but my hand this time before you use me so much I'm shooting dust" I laughed pulling her into a kiss

[lesbianrobin]

Ooh could you tell me more about Lucas and max. And Steve in young strangers? I feel like he’s definitely chauffeured them at least once and then felt super fucking old.

hehe yes thank you for asking!!

so i think that most of the time steve spends around max and lucas in young strangers is actually one-on-one time. steve will absolutely tease the hell out of lucas and max whenever they so much as stand near each other bc that's his god-given right as an older brother figure, so i don't think they'd ask steve to drive them anywhere unless the situation were dire, they'd just bike or ask lucas's parents. the only reason max was so openly affectionate in front of steve in chapter 5 is because she was so excited and proud of lucas for his win. i think after she kissed him in her brain she was like UGHHHHHH NOW I HAVE TO KILL STEVE.

in my mind lucas and steve spent a good amount of time together post-s3 once lucas decided he wanted to play basketball. lucas probably asked steve for advice and steve took it upon himself to assign lucas a training regimen and practice with him a few times per week. steve absolutely takes him to get burgers and milkshakes once they're too tired to keep playing and sometimes lucas asks him for advice about Girl Problems and Puberty Problems and High School Problems because his dad is very loving but it's way too embarrassing to ask him some of the stuff he asks steve. it makes steve feel very mushy inside. his advice is sometimes wonderful and other times horrible. lucas appreciates it all the same.

max and steve see each other a lot in the world of young strangers. i think they tend to talk around things more than he and lucas do—max still struggles to lay out how she feels without shame, guilt, or embarrassment, and steve tries not to push her unless he's super worried about her. they'll talk shit about mutual acquaintances, go to the movies with robin, steve will take max to the grocery store sometimes if her mom's too tired, and max will ask steve to pick her up from school if she misses the bus for whatever reason. and of course they go to lucas's games together! they've developed a really comfortable rapport and i think they know each other very well.

that's about the gist of it, thank you so much for reading my fic and for caring to hear more about it!!

[tessherongraystairs]

Here's a basic overview of my love life the past three years

L - shitty ex who accused me of assault after cheating on me and ghosting me for 8 months even tho 1) we never ever went beyond basic making out and 2) we were never alone. We were either in public or with a friend

T - shitty ex who left me for L, gaslit me all the time, said I was faking my mental illnesses to copy them, hit me, would threaten to commit death if I ever left them, and so so much more

Aliyah(german class girl) - said I was faking being autistic and supports jkr. Enough said.

Oliver(debate boy) - called me a slut for wearing a short skirt and high heels to a debate comp. Gotta love misogynistic trans guys😒

Brevvan(eng lit boy) - cheated on me before he moved to alaska with my now ex best friend

Jacob(ex rival) - biphobic and misogynistic asshole who told me that since I had feelings for him I couldn't possibly be gay anymore(despite him being a gay man(WHO HAD FEELINGS FOR ME BEFORE I REALIZED I WAS TRANS))

Dex(loml) - current partner, the best fr, childhood bestie

Lei(math class) - broke up with me because of commitment issues then got together with me and dex then ghosted us then lead us on for months and now we don't talk because I can't fucking do it anymore, but dex is still head over heels and can't move on

Sean(other debate boy) - WHERE DO I EVEN START UGH. I'll have to record what happened with him because omfg he's such an asshole and it was such a situation

Roze(fine asf trans girl that was also dating sean) - I MISS HER😭😭 she was so amazing but we broke up because she had feelings for someone else(a mutual guy friend) and I just saw her for the first time in three months yesterday bc her bf was uncomfortable with us hanging out before (he has trust issues cause of past exs so I'm not all that upset about it)

Hanna(current crush) - KAT SHES SO UGHHHHHH. we get along so well, we both read fanfic, we like the same shows and games and stuff, she actually likes hanging out with me and doing stuff, she listens to my bullshit 24/7 and holy fuck she's HAWT. I feel for her rn like how you feel about Sophie and men named Thomas

I laughed at the last line

all Ik is that u somehow fall for allll the red flags

dex seems cool and so does the latest one

damn

[lucidicer]

oc ask game! 10, 30, 38. :O

10. which oc is the biggest romantic?

UGHHHHHH the way all of my ocs can be stupidly romantic because i am so i just force it upon them. without my intervention pogo is the one to be the most cheesy mf like he's the type to be sat on a train and just sketching strangers in front of him so he can see them smile when he hands it to them before he leaves

30. which oc dresses the best? the worst?

hands down pogo. he adores aesthetics in everything considering he's an artist and i'd say his style reflects that. these pics are good examples of his style i think :3

worst dressed is hard to say but probably vin? mostly because he doesn't care too much and usually just robs pogo's clothes so he's always mismatched lmao

38. drop a fun fact about your oc!

kari lived with her grandmother after her parents went missing and she's constantly having to defend her father because she hates him 💀

[aphantimes]

god. ugh. so exhausted but can't fall asleep. worried about my stupid fucking tooth. i don't wanna bring it up with my parent bc she's had so much shit on her plate already but shit man i don't wanna let it get bad enough to the point it needs to be pulled im already missing a tooth on the other side how tf am i gonna eat properly with two missing teeth ughhhhhh UUUGGHHHHHHHH