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bouncybongfairy · 1 month

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Caught Dead

The Creature x Fem Reader

Summary: Your homecoming date leaves you for another girl. On your sad and drunk walk home, you come across a memorial service for a Victorian man. Honoring his music, you wander in and play a score he wrote. The creature is so moved by your playing, he comes back from the dead and witnesses your talent first hand.

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TW: Tooth Rotting Fluff

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Usually homecoming is a night that everyone raves about. Prom is always so pretentious and stressful. Whereas homecoming was more carefree; at least that’s how it’s depicted in romance novels and fanfiction. The guy you were originally going with ended up ditching you for another girl. Your best friend was with her boyfriend and third wheeling wasn’t something you're interested in. The best course of action was to walk home, stopping at a liquor store on the way. The old woman behind the counter looked you up and down, this didn’t offend you though. Mascara stained tears left streaks of gray lined down your face. Wearing a big pink dress that you used to feel really good in. Now it felt more like a cone of shame, drawing attention to what a hot mess you were.

“Can I please get a dutch honey and small bottle of Skol,” you ask, setting a twenty dollar bill on the counter.

“Normally I would laugh and send you away. You’re lucky I only have fifteen minutes until I clock out and how pathetic you look right now,” she said, taking your money and bagging the items.

Even though it was a little back handed, you were grateful for her kindness. Chasing the vodka down with cigarettes as you walked. Humming tunes to yourself, enjoying the crisp night air. The sound of classical music caught your attention, a funeral home. It was one of the only places that had its doors open still. You sit outside on the steps, gutting your wrap before rolling the blunt.

“Were you coming in?” a voice came from the doorway.

“Oh um, yeah just give me a second,” you say.

“Take your time,” the older gentleman gave you a warm smile before heading back inside.

You tucked the blunt behind your ear, shoving the half empty bottle into your purse before walking in. It wasn’t an open casket funeral but more of a memorial service. There was a piano in the corner of the room, a vase of red roses sitting on top of the beautiful wood. The funeral director explained that a bunch of this young man’s music was recently discovered. A museum recently bought the music and discovered he was never given a proper funeral so they wandered to give him a proper memorial.

To honor him and the beautiful scores that were never showcased the way they deserved. Apparently the party from the museum didn’t stay for long, the director said they mostly took pictures for their website. After reading more about his story, you felt more connected to him. Apparently his girl left him for another man. Similar to what happened at the dance tonight. Grabbing one of the scores and sitting at the piano. It could be because you were drunk but as the sorrowful melody filled the room tears pricked into your eyes again. Imagining how his feelings of betrayal and grief probably poured through his pen while writing this song.

Not being able to shake the fact that you just learned first hand how being left can feel. Bitter because deep down your biggest fear for the night came true; lonely from being too embarrassed to admit you were someone's second choice. Tears rolling down your face as you let yourself drown in sorrow. Unbenounced to you, The Creature not only heard his music so beautifully remastered but your cries. So moved by feeling and hearing your broken heart crying from your chest, he begins to stir. Pushing himself out of the ground and making his way towards the music.

Lighting your blunt inside the room, you were tipsy and didn’t care if there were repercussions. Letting it hang off your lips and you played, trying not to let the smoke in your eyes. Meanwhile the creature was getting hung up on the mechanics of his body. Slowly stumbling towards the illuminated building, stopping dead in his tracks once seeing you. The light above the ceiling was casting down on you. Highlighting your eyelashes and flyaways, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. How expressive your face was while playing the notes, looking up every once to let tears run down your face. Showing how the mascara ran down your neck. His daze was broken once he saw the worker coming back in the room, pointing his finger and yelling. This enraged him; stomping over there to stop the man from approaching you. Having some trouble with the stairs but after finally made his way in.

Grabbing the sides of his old man's head and snapping his neck. You gasp, the blunt dropping out of your mouth and onto the floor. Going to pick it up but being taken back but The Creature. He stepped over the body and slowly inched towards you. You pull your knees up to your chest and press your back against the wall. He was now hovering over you, staring at you before leaning down. Getting on one knee and picking up the blunt, standing back up.

Now closer, his lower stomach pressed against your knees. Putting the dutch between your lips with one hand and brushing the hair out of your eyes with the other. You put your knees down and pulled him onto the bench. Starting to play his score, focusing on keys and not his… appearance. As you played he grunted at a specific part everytime which led you to investigate why,

“What? This part?” you replayed it a couple times. He pointed out a certain note and then to another, shifting his finger back and forth. In your interpretation, he was prompting you to switch the notes. Him humming in satisfaction at the change.

“Yeah that does sound a lot smoother,” you point out.

Remembering the body, you both leave in order to avoid responsibility. Walking home together, playing your music out loud for him to enjoy. Before the dark felt scary and daunting but now you were enjoying the night air. Completely ignorant to reality but never feeling better.

#lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa frankenstein fic #lisa frankenstein imagine #the creature x reader #lisa frankenstein the creature x reader #the creature x y/n #the creature x you #the creature x fem reader #lisa frankenstein #cole sprouse

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darwinquark · 1 year

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THOSE KIND OF FRIENDS, chapter 11

"His eyes skimmed off the road for what must've been the tenth time since they'd left the diner, chancing over the head-to-toe black get-up she'd opted for. His mouth struggled to fight off a slant. She had black combat boots on. A black knit cap. Black fingerless gloves. A black fanny pack.

It was like she'd googled 'criminal'."

#jeronica #jughead jones #veronica lodge #riverdale #jeronica fic #riverdaleedit #tkof #every chapter I try to sneak in a dair-equivalent moment #this was 11's #cole sprouse #camila mendes

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binarysunset17 · 6 months

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If they made a movie about greta van fleet in a bohemian rhapsody kinda way ..

Dylan and Cole sprouse would be good potential candidates to play the twins ??

Cole would be jake and dylan would be josh

And sam would be Timothee chalamet?!?!

Who would play Danny tho

#joshkiszka #jake kiskza #greta van fleet fic #gretavanfleet #gvf headcanons #josh gvf #jake gvf #kiszka twins #dylan and cole sprouse #greta van fleet #greta van meme

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maayaainsworth · 23 days

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fanfic cover para o social spirit.

⸻ título: Immortal Love

programa: photoshop

feita para uso pessoal, doação?

Lisa Frankenstein

lisa frankenstein by diablo cody

OK! Vamo lá de novo!

Em um post não muito distante desse eu falei sobre esse filme que virou simplesmente o meu favorito do ano por várias e diversas questões.

Nesse post eu disse sobre a capa e o meu desejo de por ela para doação, se não, ficaria apenas como as outras diversas capas que eu já fiz, guardadas numa pastinha apenas para serem vistas e admiradas por mim, enquanto me prendia ao pensamento se deveria imprimi-las ou não, para poder admira-las mais de perto.

But, talvez não dessa vez, se você por algum motivo se deparar com esse post e tiver uma fanfic escrita de Lisa Frankenstein, bem, essa capa pode ser sua.

Agora vamos de inspirações!

Desde a primeira vez que vi esse filme eu já queria criar uma capa de fanfic para ele, por mais que eu seja uma pessoa que escreve no wattpad, me apeguei a criar capas para o spirit por conta das dimensões, gosto de ter mais espaço para posicionar as imagens.

Eu tentei, tentei e fiquei tentando mais algumas vezes e não conseguia fazer do jeito que eu queria a capa, vi e revi o filme, então, depois da quarta vez que assistir o filme e rolava uma pesquisa aleatória sobre analog texture do deviantart, as coisas começaram a fluir e consegui criar finalmente.

Sobre o título da capa, como sempre eu estava escutando alguma música na hora. Estava escutando Fangs, e essa é a última frase em destaque dita na música.

Algo bem marcante por sinal, principalmente para quem ta criando uma capa e não tem criatividade nenhuma para títulos de qualquer coisa.

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Falando agora um pouco sobre o filme.

Eu peguei a sinopse na internet mas eu acho ela tão... sem graça e também tão cheia de spoilers que eu preferi não colocar.

Inclusive, acho que se prestar atenção ao nome do filme, ele já é muito informativo e já diz muita coisa.

Desde o primeiro segundo em que começou o filme, ele já me ganhou completamente.

Eu não era muito fã do Cole Sprouse por conta de Riverdale, achava o papel dele na série muito sem sal até onde eu assistir, mas nesse filme OMG eu me apaixonei por ele COMPLETEMENTE, PERDIDAMENTE!!! E isso nunca havia acontecido antes!

Assistir algumas entrevistas e o making-off do filme que me deixaram ainda mais intrigada, aos poucos fui descobrindo mais e mais coisas que eu não havia me ligado de primeira, por exemplo a mensagem por trás do copo de leite me deixou de queixo no chão.

Me deixou tão chocada que comecei a pensar que as fanfics não eram mais apenas fanfics, eram total e completamente canon!!

Bem, acho que esse é o fim de mais um post, eu deveria estar estudando para bioestatística já que não passei e fiquei de recuperação, mas não, eu estava assistindo Lisa Frankenstein pela quarta vez e fazendo capa de fanfic igual uma maníaca.

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xtrasweaters · 9 months

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thinking about riverdale finale:

the thing about the jarchie paradox is that archie’s Gay Feelings challenge the narrative of the all american boy and jughead IS the narrator. he can’t actively participate. narrator jughead and real human boy jughead being merged creates a persona where he’s one step removed from the reality they’re living in, having to control the narrative and live it out without REALLY living it

#riverdale #riverdale spoilers #i’m mostly being silly we all know it’s because cole sprouse is allergic to gay kissing #anyway do you guys think julian and reggie are hooking up in diner purgatory #thinking about an absurdist fic where every time archie tries to do something gay with jughead he blacks out and wakes up next to b or v

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ysuftswift · 1 year

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Come Back…Be Here

Jughead sighed as he sat down in his seat at the terminal, setting his chin in his hands. He wasn’t the only one going home. There were at least two dozen of them finally going home. All of them had been there for different amounts of time — some nine months, some twelve (like himself) other six.

Reggie sat down beside him and he clenched his jaw. “You’re going home right? After they kept you for months,” he chuckled and Jughead forced one of his own. He wasn’t interested in talking or comparing how long they’ve been deployed and who was going to have more sex or drink more beer.

He couldn’t get his mind off of finally getting to see Betty again. While deployed, he only got access to wifi a few times a month. And when he did, he and Betty took full advantage of it. They would talk for hours, even if everything they had to say was boring.

She always left him with a handful of pictures, too. There were some he could flaunt, some for himself. Over the course of the year, she had changed. The details were minor and normally he wouldn’t notice, but anytime he got to actually see her, he hyper-analyzed everything about her in an attempt to correct her vivid image in his head.

He hadn’t notice Reggie hadn’t said anything more to him after the few words they had exchanged. He had turned to the other guy sitting next to them and they were discussing the first things they were doing as soon as they landed.

Jughead didn’t land until late the next night. When he got home, he wasn’t doing much of anything besides a shower and sleep.

Available to read now on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad!

#bughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale #archive of our own #wattpad #betty x jughead #link #fic #read on ao3 #cole sprouse #lili reinhart #new one shot #read on wattpad

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mamirhodessxox · 2 years

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Eternal Spring Chapter 1 Austin Butler x Oc!Reader

Story description: Valerie is currently studying psychology as an A+ Harvad student with her cousin Leyla. It's finally spring break and Valerie and her Cousin go to miami florida for a quick vacation before going back to Massachusetts to go spend the rest of their break partying and living life to the fullest. Doing so Valerie soon runs into someo e who may truly be the love of her live.

Warnings: None maybe mentions of alcohol i don't remember also Cursing

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Chapter one - the departure

Valerie's pov

I was wandering over to mine and Leyla’s dorm room after my last class of the day and decided to stop for some snacks to munch on while I packed for miami when all of a sudden Grayson, one of my classmates and good friends shouted at me “yo Casanova you ready for spring break?” i turned to look at him with different sodas and chips in my arms and a bag of yogurt covered pretzels between my teeth and mumbled “grayshon hold on” I set everything down at the counter and turned back to him “sorry couldn’t speak very well but yes I’m almost ready I just need to do a bit of last minute packing before me and leyla head for the airport tonight” I turned back to the cashier and paid while he started placing everything in a bag “That's right you guys are headed for the miami penthouse! well don't be gone too long. I'm throwing a huge spring break party in my parents' vacation house and You and Leyla have to meet my best friend. He’s the best!” Grayson blabbered on and on about the party while we started back towards my dorm room as I rolled my eyes playfully.

After finally reaching my dorm room I said bye to Grayson and walked inside to see leyla laying on the couch and her legs on top of her newish boyfriend, Colby, while he was on his laptop editing, “hey Ley and hey Colby what are you guys up to?” I asked them while setting my bag of snacks down only to be nearly tackled by leyla “colby is editing and I'm just reading some case the professor gave the class” Leyla started hunting through the bag of snacks looking for something specific “Val…where are the pretzels” she looked over at me confused and i pulled the large bag of yogurt covered pretzels out of my pocket along with her mtn dew “I have them he-” I barely got the sentence out when she snatched both from my hand and hopped back over to colby “you're welcome weirdo i'm going to go finish packing some last minute stuff before we head to the airport” I said before walking over to my room with a coke and some chocolate chip cookies and began packing for our 3 day stay in miami.

Leyla had her arm linked with colby walking behind me as we headed for security, I handed them my bag and went through the whole security check process and waited for Colby and Leyla at the other end while i checked to see if they had any late night open fast food places as i hadn’t eaten a regular meal since lunch since I was so busy packing, after we all got through security we headed for the mcdonalds near our gate and ordered some food and took it back to the waiting area and I just pulled out my phone to watch law and order until it was time to board. I finished my food and threw everything away and grabbed my stuff as they started calling for us to board the plane so I shoved my phone in my back pocket and gave the lady at the desk my ticket and went in to find my seat only to find that leyla had beaten me inside, I loaded my suitcase into the overhead compartment and sat back with my eyes closed. That was until Leyla had gorilla gripped me and Colby’s arm as she sat in between us both as she freaked out once the plane was taking off “Babe calm dow-'' I looked over at colby and shook my head with wide eyes ``Don't finish that sentence unless you would like to live.” Leyla finally settled down and exhaled in relief that we didn’t crash into the airport.

For half of the time Colby played games on his phone Leyla slept & I listened to music reading. Once it was time one of the flight attendants stood in the walkway of the plane “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! In the next 10 minutes we are going to be landing in Miami Florida! Enjoy the rest of your flight and get ready to land.” She dropped her smile which made me snicker a little bit, Leyla had just now woken up 8 minutes later and rubbed her eyes sitting up properly in her seat “Where the fuck are we?” Colby turned his head and quickly held her hand “We’re landing right now princess.” She immediately whizzed out and gorilla gripped our arms again and the plane started to land and once we came to our final stop we unbuckled our seatbelts and quickly got our belongings and got off the plane “Oh my god we’re finally here!” Leyla jumped around me and her boyfriend making us laugh as we waited for our luggage to show up and once it did we quickly grabbed it and scampered off outside of the airport and quickly noticed our chauffeur. We all quickly got inside the limo that made itself present to us “I can’t fucking wait to go on the beach and relax in the sand.”

Leyla expressed her excitement as she leaned into Colby’s embrace while I went back on my phone and received two texts from Grayson “Good luck on your vacation!” I smiled as I read the other text saying “Don’t have too much fun without me.” I set my phone down once the car arrived at the penthouse Leyla had told me about a month prior before spring break began. We all left the limo and got all of our things and started walking inside as Leyla wrapped her arm over my shoulder “I’m so excited! Hopefully you can find a boyfriend too. I've always wanted to go on a double date!!” I chuckled as we walked right through the lobby and straight into the elevator While Colby rubbed his face “I can’t wait to take a hot shower later.”

Leyla smirked as she was about to speak until the elevator dinged as it arrived on the floor of our penthouse as I was saved from hearing whatever sentence she was about to say “I love this place already.” I muttered and opened the door of our 3 day home. It truly was beautiful as the sunlight beamed through the windows. My admiration for the place was soon to be justified, the floor to ceiling windows had sheer black curtains that fell draped all the way to the floor, the lights were low from the candles scattered on the different tabletops, “this place is amazing” I said quietly and headed for one of the bedrooms and fell into the soft black comforter still a bit jet lagged from the flight here. Unfortunately for me my soon to be nap time was interrupted as Grayson was now calling me so as any normal human would I picked up the phone “ye-” I was interrupted as Leyla plummeted on top of my bed as I put the call on speaker “You need to hurry up with this spring fling you have going on because I already miss your boring ass.” Leyla snorted as I furrowed my eyebrows while picking at my nails “Shut your trap Gray I literally just got here you can wait 3 days.” He groaned in annoyance as me & Leyla laughed “Look I gotta go we have some shit to do” Grayson sighed “Alright fine. Hurry up though I’m serious.” I smiled to myself “We’ll be back in a jiffy I promise!” Eventually we both hung up the phone and Leyla soon dragged me along for our 3 day Spring Break vacation shenanigans.

I could already tell this was going to be a wild time with this and the party we were invited to in 4 days.

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#austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis 2022 #lily rose depp #dove cameron #colby brock #cole sprouse

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scorpionwins · 2 years

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[ Jughead's fiance, Brett, is delicate with money, - his money. Never Jughead's. Jughead's money was a vice meant to be consumed like chmpagne. His fiance was particular about his objects. His husband was smart.

His husband loses him in a game of poker.

Sweet Pea is a young flame; A romance Jughead should've left in that alley he fished the man from, drenched in blood and harmed and holed through with a bullet.

A pretty fantasy that made sense framed in fairy tale books. If Prince Charming smelled of blood and violence and gun powder cologne. But not anywhere else. At least, that's what Jughead tells himself.

" I love my husband."

And Sweet Pea hums, serene as anything, glowing golden as sunrays showered their beloved nest of domesticity in peachy orange.

Ankles folded and perched on Jughead's thigh, bare and smooth and decorated with bite dents and scratches and huge handprints. There's a tremor of delicious something, - shame, desire, love, affection, - rippling through him.

one of Jughead's draft papers in hand, a pen pinched In his fingers, doodling away with a simple smirk, he takes pleasure in this. Jughead can taste it on his lips. " I know you love me, baby. But I appreciate the reassurance."

" You'll have to return me eventually!"

" You can leave me. That's what you like doing, anyway," that hurt in the man's voice breaks him. There's no sting there but it hurts all the same. " But you're pretty young to be a widow."

"... You wouldn't dare."

Sweet Pea's eyes are gorgeous; Even stern and chillingly cold and serious. " There's no sin I wouldn't do for you. If you want me gone, if you want nothing to do with me, if you're rejecting me, let me know. But don't ask me not to protect you. Don't ask me not to love you. " ]

#jugpea #THEMMMMM #i love love love this au #champagne problems au #jughead jones #sweet pea #riverdale #southside serpents #cole sprouse #jordan connor #moodboards #aesthetic #prompt #fic

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ladyloveandjustice · 1 year

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I feel I know what will win but let's see!

(Left out any that I just consider to be mostly sad and felt weird polling-frex sixp's thing, my immortal thing (which wasn't just tumblr anyway) and so on- and yes i'm aware all of these have sad elements to them, it's a personal line in the sand)

#tumblr #polls

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saltylandland · 2 months

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‘Who hasn’t jerked off while their family was fighting downstairs?’

I.E I loved Lisa Frankenstein and while I don’t want to see cole sprouse in a porno (cuz I really don’t lol) this scene would’ve slapped so this post and this poll is what decided this fic. Sorry if this is unreadable I mostly wrote it sleep deprived

Warnings: y’all heard of David being the hidden romantic, but are you prepared for somewhat romantic! Marko? (More like virgin, obsessed with the reader) Vibrator, somewhat voyeuristic? Also Marko can turn into a bat instead of a revamped corpse for the purposes of our story

Also go watch Lisa Frankenstein y’all it’s so good

As you walk through the door you feel your soul escaping you, floating around dizzyingly. Surely it’s finding its way to hell before your body follows it, not that you particularly believed in hell anyway.

Greeting you in the front foyer is your father and step sister, with varied states of worry. Lovingly contrasted by your numbness. You bring her into a hug, comforting her over her missing mother. With a sharp sting you feel the bat in your pocket bite you through your clothes.

With a hiss you jump out of the embrace “ow you little shit” rubbing near the spot where he’d bitten you mutter quietly. Your sister looks at you through her tears, “what?” You subconsciously hit your pocket as nerves rack through you. “I said you must be going through it, hah ha”

Your sister nods with a rueful smile “yeah, I think we’re going to make a police report, would you like to join us?” Your back straightens as you inch up the stairs away from her “oh, you know, I choose to believe that she will be here first thing in the morning, making a police report makes it feel real, ya know?” With a watery smile she pulls you back in for a hug before you bolt, blissfully unaware of her mother’s two killers in front of her. “Yeah, she’ll be home tomorrow, then we can all laugh together about the missing person report”

“Yeah, truely” and with that you leap up the stairs to your room.

Even with the distance between them you could still hear your father’s and panicked step sister talking. Slowly you close your door before leaving it open a crack as Marko jumps out of your pocket, swiftly changing into his human form as soon as he could. Buzzing about, he digs through your closet for pyjamas and you two get ready for bed. It feels oddly… domestic.

Marko gets to bed first, patting the space beside him as you slowly crawl into your place. You heave a tired sigh as the day sets in on you, as you watch Marko grab the ‘massager’, offering to ‘massage’ you for your troubles.

Looking at his eager face you wouldn’t have been able to even conceive the look of utter bloodthirst he had on as he ‘got rid of the evidence’. But looking at his expression now, you don’t feel anything you probably should feel isn’t present. You didn’t want to go to the psyche ward your ‘intuitive’ step mother wanted to send you too, and looking at the person who made that go away…

He’s still fiddling with the vibrator, waiting till you let him massage you. Reaching for it, you stiltedly lean over. “You know… it’s not a massager actually… actually it’s used for…” gesturing wildly a bit, you gently push the wand down to your upper thigh. You see his back straighten as he hesitates for a second on what to do.

Trailing it up your thigh your body does a full body shiver as you giggle from nerves. There were countless times you’ve used the vibratior yourself, but there’s something about the alien feeling of the wand exploring your body in someone else’s hand. Up and over your stomach gently it goes all the way to your neck and back. Just like how he’s done before with his normal massages. This time, his lips trail over the same areas, ghosting over your skin carefully. Devotedly.

Marko watches your reactions with rapid attention, as the wand starts to dip back down to the lower half of your body. It started agonisingly slow, but as your breath hitches, he picks up the pace with an eager grin. He’s so close to your pussy you hold yourself back from grabbing at his hand to pull him closer, until you suddenly hear from beyond the loud thrumming of your wand. Your step sister crying louder as she talks on the phone and- oh fuck

Marko presses the wand right on your mound, so close to your clit, yet still a bit clumsy. But with the prep beforehand to make you all hot and bothered, it feels heavenly. Shaking you go grab his hand to push it away but he holds steady, your voice pitching uncontrollably higher that you worry your family below can hear you. Marko shows no remorse nor any signs of stopping, not that you’d want him too.

Moving the wand around to find the best reaction you can give and once he finds your clit you give him quite a show. Half leaning on his chest your back arches as you moan. One hand on the pillows below you and the other taken captive by Marko’s other hand. Which he holds up to his mouth to kiss. A sweet gentlemanly action as he rubs the sex toy directly over your clit.

You still listen disconnectedly to your family downstairs as they talk on the phone, but that worry only heightens your high. With a final desperate gasp you cum in your pyjamas. The lights in the house flicker from the voltage your vibrator requires.

Basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you listen to the sounds downstairs, your family have since finished the police report and dispersed to who knows where.

Fiddling with your clothes while you were distracted, Marko pressed the wand onto your bare skin. Looking at him quickly, you start to melt into his embrace once again.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb marko #tlb #marko x reader #marko the lost boys #the lost boys smut #the lost boys fic #tlb imagine #tlb marko x reader #lisa frankenstein

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lauralot89 · 1 year

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#polls #Tumblr #Tumblr heritage #Tumblr history

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darwinquark · 1 year

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THOSE KIND OF FRIENDS (M) - "He remembered the first time he’d seen her wear her hair like that, the way it’d unsettled him a little. It was so Betty-like, and yet not Betty-like at all. Betty’s ponytail moved like spilled sunlight. Veronica’s swung around like a guillotine."

Or, a series of unexpected late-night encounters force Jughead and Veronica to explore who they really are to each other (and completely upend their lives in the process).

#jeronica #jughead jones #veronica lodge #riverdale fic #camila mendes #cole sprouse #jughead x veronica #those kind of friends #tkof #riverdaleedit #this fic is angsty and snarky and smutty be warned #there's dubious morality and bad decisions and giving into buried feelings and infidelity #my bad

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thebowieconstricker · 2 months

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HEY FOLKS WHO WANTS THE CREATURE FROM LISA FRANKENSTEIN X READER FICSSSSS

I’d probably call him Adam if we gotta give him a name because that’s kinda the canon name for Frankenstein’s monster? Anyways Cole Sprouse is hot so who else wants to be deranged with me

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein movie #the creature lisa frankenstein #x reader #the creature #the creature x reader

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angelst4re · 2 years

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Hiya. I LOVE your Jamie drabbles.

You're very talented.

I wondered if maybe you would consider this for a future fic/series:

Jamie fancies you. But you have no clue why.

Reader is overweight with little body confidence and never had someone like him interested in her before. A thin guy with a chubby girl? No way!

But she agrees to a date because she is mesmerised by him. He quickly realises how much she struggles to accept his interest and delicate advances. He makes it his mission to break down the walls she's cocooned herself in and show her just how much she's worth. Make her feel good about herself.

Just sweet, and/or smutty. I leave that decision to you! 😊

hi my love!! as someone who's always been bigger than all my friends and still struggles accepting that it's possible to be loved I LOVE THIS. i was so excited to write this and i think i might make it a 2/3 part series because I HAVE MORE!!

As You Are- Jamie Campbell Bower x Plussize!Reader

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞

୨♡୧ warnings: reader has a negative self image

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“Y/n, it’s your 25th birthday! And you want to spend it at home watching… whatever this is?” Your friend, Georgia, turned to look at the TV in disgust, “desperate housewives. Really? You’d rather watch this instead of coming with us to the club? You could get free drinks because you’re the birthday girl!”

You sigh and take a moment to think about it. You hadn’t gone out in a while, so it would be nice, but you had work tomorrow so you didn’t want to have to go in with a hangover. But you only turn 25 once…

“Fuck it.” You say, turning the TV off and opening your wardrobe doors, “what dress says ‘birthday girl’, the black one or-”

“The black one! It’s so sexy, I swear if you don’t wear it…” She shook her fist in the air, as if to threaten you as she laughed. “C’mon, it opens in two hours. Do you want to come to mine to get ready?”

“Sure, just let me get some things and- who else is going there tonight?”

“You and me, of course, but Madeline’s coming with her boyfriend and I think Sasha has the flu so she’s staying at home.” Georgia explains. “But that’s okay because Sasha’s been quite bitchy to me lately, so it’ll just be the four of us. But I’m planning on getting lucky tonight, what about you?”

Georgia was always the only girl in your group of friends that boys were interested in. You don’t blame them, she’s beautiful. You could never imagine having boys begging you to give them your number, you could never imagine looking as gorgeous as she does, you could never imagine-

“Earth to y/n?! Did you hear me?”

“Hm?”

“I asked if you think you’re going to meet anyone tonight, it’s quite a prestigious club, Madeline’s boyfriend’s dad owns it, so that’s why we’re getting in. I heard Cole Sprouse was in there last week, remember when-”

“Yes, I remember when I had a crush on him. Shut up.” You giggle, blushing in embarrassment, “so when should we start getting ready?”

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You were on your second drink, whilst Georgia was on her fifth. Madeline wasn’t drinking as she had to drive her boyfriend and herself home later, which you wished you hadn't started drinking. You promised yourself to only have one, you had work tomorrow, but when you got there, you couldn’t resist.

“Y/n, that guy over there is so fucking hot,” Georgia points, “you should go up and talk to him-”

“No! I think he has a girlfriend, look!”

The brunette turned to a girl sitting on his table and he leaned over and kissed his cheek, at that very moment Georgia frowned and sat back in her seat.

“Why does that always happen? You spot a gorgeous boy and then you find out someone else found him before you?!”

“What are you talking about?” Madeline’s boyfriend, Matt, asked, sitting down with his drink.

“Georgia found a guy who looks like Timothee Chalamet but he has a girlfriend.” You explain, making it sound like it happens all the time.

“I’m going out for a smoke, this is stressing me out too much. Anyone else coming?” Georgia asks, standing up with her cigarettes in her hand.

“Sure.” You say, following her out. Although you don’t smoke anymore, you still enjoyed the atmosphere of the smoking area in bars.

The two of you sat on the small bit of brick wall by the door as Georgia lit her cigarette, your hands kept pulling your dress down your thighs as it would keep rising up- and you didn’t want to flash the group of men in the corner when you stood back up.

“Hey, look, it’s the Timothee guy!” Georgia smacked your lap as he walked out, “I’m gonna ask him if he’s single!”

You admired your friend's confidence. She wasn’t afraid of anything- especially rejection. She had no need to be. You could only recall one time she had been rejected by a guy she liked, and that was only because he was married.

You sighed, playing with your rings as you sat alone waiting for Georgia to come back.

“You alright, darling?” A man asked, you turned to your right and there he was. The most gorgeous man you had ever seen. He had a cigarette in his hand, his fingers decorated with rings and tattoos on his middle fingers, a gold chain bracelet on his wrist. He wore a black shirt which was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a few more tattoos, and black trousers… You instinctively folded your arms over your belly and smiled up at the man.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for my friend.” You point over to Georgia, who now had her tongue down “Timothee Chalamet’s” throat. You cringed and turned back to the blonde man, who sat down beside you on the wall.

“Well it looks like she’s having fun,” he laughed, before turning his attention back to you, “I’m Jamie by the way.” You were baffled. Surely this had to be a dare, there’s no way a guy like this would come over and talk to you. You searched the few groups of people around you to see if anyone was watching or laughing- but there wasn’t.

“I’m y/n,” you replied, sounding quite unsure, “who are you here with?”

“My brother, his girlfriend and some friends. I just got back from filming and they wanted to go out and celebrate.”

“Filming? So you’re like.. An actor?”

“I guess you could say that,” he chuckled. He was about to say something else but you spoke instead.

“Well, I’m here to celebrate my birthday. The big 2-5!”

“No way! Happy birthday!” He grinned, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. You smile at the small touch, but you still had some suspicions about this man. “I turn… oh shit I’m 34 this year?!”

“No you’re not!” You gasp, you guessed he was around your age. You could only hope and pray you looked as young as him when you turn 34. He nodded his head slowly.

Suddenly, Georgia reappeared, extra giggly this time.

“So Timothee’s real name is Dan… And I’m going back to his house, so do you think you could get Madeleine to take you home- Oh! Who is this?” Georgia grinned at Jamie, “See I told you you’d-”

“That’s enough Georgia!” You interrupt her, putting your hand out. “Have fun with Dan, and let me know you’re safe, okay?”

She grinned as she ran off, chasing Dan.

“What was that about? What did she tell you?” Jamie asked with a grin.

“Nothing, she just seems to think everyone can go out and find a quick fuck- Shit! No, that’s not what I meant- It’s… she thinks everyone can pull any guy they want, she seems to forget some of us aren’t as pretty as her…” The alcohol had clearly gotten to you now. You would never have admitted that out loud if you were sober.

“Well, I think you’re pretty. I think you’re beautiful, y/n.” He says, taking one of your hands in his and stroking it with his thumb.

“No you don’t.” You say confidently.

“And why do you think that?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Because I’m… I’m bigger than other girls. It’s embarrassing to be seen with me. You-”

“No, no, no. Stop right there.” He says, trying to stop you from getting overwhelmed as your eyes begin to gloss with tears, “I don’t know what anyone else has told you before, sweetheart, but that’s not true, okay? I would-”

“Y/n, there you are!” Matt sighed in relief as he saw you, “why are you crying? Has he-” As Matt turns to Jamie you quickly explain that it’s just the alcohol, you’re an emotional drunk and that Jamie was trying to calm you down. “Well, Madeline and I are going to leave in a minute, so come back in when you’re ready.”

You thank him and he leaves, you turn back to Jamie and sigh, apologising for everything. Just before you went to leave, Jamie stopped you and asked for your number. In any normal circumstance, you would’ve said no, knowing that he would probably give it to his friend and they’d laugh as you text him back- having known from experience. But you took his phone and typed your number in for him. He smiled as you left, hoping to see you again soon.

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Unknown Number:

08:21 Hey :)

08:23 It’s Jamie, what are you doing later? Xx

You ignore the messages, rolling over in your bed and sighing. You couldn’t believe you gave your number to some random man you met at the bar, you cursed yourself for having a decent amount of confidence when you were drunk. You tried to brush it off and get ready for work, coffees weren’t going to make themselves.

“So his name is Jamie… and he’s an actor?!” Georgia often visited you at work for fun, which made the hours fly by. You appreciated her for that. “We get wifi here, right?” She asks, taking her phone from her pocket.

“You’re not going to search him, are you?!” Your eyes widen, “Georgie no!”

Georgia giggled as she opened google.

“Actors named Jamie… These are all old men!” She frowned, showing you her phone.

“Well, he’s blonde and he told me he’s 34 this year which makes him 33 now…”

When Georgia started smiling you knew she had found something, when she bit her lip you knew she found him.

“Is this him by any chance?”

“Holy shit!” Your hand flew to your mouth. He was famous!

“Jamie Campbell Bower… he’s pretty. Have you replied to him yet?”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“What?! Why?”

“Look at him,” you say, pointing to Georgia’s phone, “and look at me.”

“Y/n, baby, I keep telling you to stop thinking like that! You surely don’t believe you're not worthy of this man just by the way you look?” Georgia frowns, “give me your phone.”

“No!”

“Y/n, either you give me it or you text him yourself,” she grins, “what’s it gonna be?”

You sigh, pulling your phone from your pocket.

“What should I say?” You ask, re-reading the texts he sent you. You will admit that you felt butterflies in your stomach when you read them.

“How about… I finish work at 4, so I’m free any time after that?”

“Georgie, you genius!” You smile as you type out your message.

13:02 Hi :)

13:02 I finish work at 4 and I haven’t got any plans after that x

You throw your phone down onto the table after sending the texts, and only moments later you get a reply.

13:05 Great! Where do you work, I’ll pick you up x

“What did he say?!” Georgia squealed in excitement.

“He asked where I work, he said he’ll pick me up?”

“Oh my- Y/n! This is so exciting! Tell him- oh, and ask if his brother’s single!”

“He isn’t. He said last night he has a girlfriend- Hey, what happened to Dan?”

“Just a one night thing, baby.” Georgia said, sitting back in her chair, “so are you going to text Jamie back or just stare at the messages all day?”

“What do I say?”

“Tell him where you work, and say you can’t wait to see him!”

“But I look like shit right now- I mean, I’m in my uniform and I haven’t got any makeup on and-”

“Y/n, stop worrying about how you look. Or I swear I will send him the photo, that way you’ll have nothing to worry about,” Georgia laughed. She always threatened you with the photo from Halloween one year, you were dressed as Uncle Ian from the Chipmunks. “Maybe you could ask him to take you home first so you could change?”

“Good idea- but then he’ll know where I live!”

“So?”

“What if he’s a serial killer?”

“Y/n. He has an imdb page. And when I searched him up it was all saying good things. This is a chance of a lifetime, take it!”

You decide Georgia was right.

13:12 The coffee shop down the road from the bar last night…

13:13 But would you mind taking me home first? I need to change out of my work uniform :)

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“And it’s the second one on the- here!” You point to your house and Jamie parks outside. “Do you want to come in? I might be a while…”

“Of course.” He smiles, taking his keys out of the car.

When you get inside, you show Jamie around a bit and offer him a drink, which he declines. You tell him you’ll be two minutes as you disappear up to your bedroom. However, that was a lie.

As you looked through your wardrobe, all you could find were jeans that were too tight and skirts that rose up too high at the back. You had a cute pair of joggers, but you didn’t want to look lazy and underdressed. So you decided to stick with the black jeans you wore for work. When you tried to find a top to match, your entire wardrobe was practically on the floor, creating a massive pile of clothes.

You pick out a top randomly, and you were quite happy with it. It was red and had lace detailing at the top, it was also slightly cropped, but that was okay as your jeans were high waisted. You smiled, thinking you looked okay.

As you came down the stairs, Jamie was standing by the door waiting for you. He smiled as you approached him, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“What?” You giggle nervously.

“You look beautiful,” he smiles, “okay so I know this isn’t much of a date but-”

“A date?” Your eyes widen, he chuckles and nods his head, “sorry it’s… I don’t think I’ve been on a proper date before.”

“I wouldn’t call this a ‘date’, but I guess I’ll have to take you out somewhere nice one day, show you how it’s done,” he smirks, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing, I don’t think I’m busy.” You tell him.

“Wonderful, so I’ll pick you up from here tomorrow at 7, is that okay?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You smile, feeling your face heat up.

“You’re so cute when I make you blush, anyway, let’s go! We don’t want to be late!”

Jamie had taken you to another club that night, his brother Sam had a DJ set there. He had quite a talent, you thought, but you were struggling to enjoy your night. Girls would keep coming up to Jamie and flirting with him, asking for pictures with him, and giving you dirty looks as he placed his hand on your waist. You didn’t understand why Jamie chose you, out of all these other girls he could’ve had, it’s you he chose to put his arm around, you who he was taking on a date tomorrow, you who he would keep complimenting. You didn’t understand it.

When Sam’s part was over, Jamie took you with him to meet him backstage. He was almost as lovely as Jamie, and you got along well with his girlfriend. However, you still couldn’t help but feel out of place. Sam had offered to take everyone out for drinks to celebrate his first gig, and when Jamie had agreed to go you felt bad saying no, so you went along with them.

The night seemed to fly by. Sam would ask you about yourself, and you find out that you have a couple mutual friends. There was never a moment of awkward silence, although everyone had a few drinks so you were all a little more talkative than you would’ve been sober.

Jamie pats the top of your thigh as he stands up, telling you he’s going for a cigarette, his touch was enough to send butterflies to your tummy again. You followed him out and he took your hand as he found the exit.

You admired him as he smoked his cigarette. You quit a few years ago as you believed it was a bad habit and a waste of money, but when he did it he looked like a work of art. He caught you staring as he put it out on the floor, and you pretended to look away. But he knew.

He came closer to you, closer than he had been in the car, and moved a piece of hair from your face.

“What will it take for me to make you see yourself the way I see you?” He asks, his face just inches away from you.

“I don’t think you ever will.” You whisper as he places his hand on your waist.

“I will, darling, I won’t give up until I do.” He says before leaning in, pressing his lips so delicately against yours. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you pull him closer towards you, he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue into your mouth, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

You only broke the kiss when you had to pull away for air, and you buried your face in his chest as you giggled.

“What?” Jamie chuckled, resting his chin on your head.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Texting me, taking me places, telling me I’m beautiful, kissing me- I just need to know what’s going on. I’ve been lied to before, Jamie, and it broke me. I can’t possibly go through this again.”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. When I saw you last night I had to come and talk to you, and when I saw you sitting by yourself it made me upset, y/n, and then I got to know you, and I still want to know more. I want to know why you lie to yourself, I want to know why you think you’re not good enough for me, I want to know what your favourite colour is, I want to know- I want to know everything about you!”

“But Jamie, you’re drunk. You wouldn’t think so if you weren’t.”

“Then why did I spend all day thinking about you? I-”

“Y/n, Jamie!” Sam’s girlfriend interrupted, barging through the doors, “Sam’s being sick so I guess we’re going to leave. Thanks for coming out tonight, he really appreciated it. And it was wonderful to meet you, y/n! I hope we’ll see you again soon!”

You said your goodbyes and Jamie asked if you wanted to stay a bit longer or go home, so you told him you wanted to go home. He then asked if you wanted him to walk you- as he knew it was only 10 minutes away- or if you’d rather get a taxi. You told him you’d walk, and he insisted on making sure you got back safely.

It’s not that you didn’t like Jamie. He was the most wonderful person you think you’ve ever met. But you believed it didn’t think it made sense, you and him, but when his lips were on yours you thought nothing had ever felt so right. You wished you could let go of your past experiences of relationships and romances, as they caused you nothing but pain. You had an ex who used you for your body, you had another ex who you had only dated for a month because he was dared by one of his friends to date you and ever since then you had not even flirted with any guy. You knew Jamie was different, but you were still afraid.

When you got back to your house, Jamie said he was going to get a taxi to take him back, but you felt bad for what you told him earlier, so you told him not to and invited him in.

“You could stay if you want,” you smile at him as you shut the door behind yourself, “I mean… I have a sofa, or you could have my bed-”

“No, darling, I couldn’t kick you out of your bedroom. The sofa’s perfect, it’ll take me back to my teenage years.” He laughed.

“Well, I’ll be upstairs then, I’m so tired. There’s blankets over there, the kitchen is through there,” you point to where it is, “and the bathroom is there.”

“Thank you, good night darling.”

“Good night, Jamie.” You smile as you walk up the stairs.

As you lie down and try to get some sleep you’re suddenly filled with a great sadness. You felt terrible. Jamie was putting in all this effort, and you were too afraid to let yourself fall again. But then you had an idea.

02:01 Are you still awake?

And in seconds you get a reply.

02:01 Yep. But I thought you said you were tired?

You sigh and text him back

02:02 I was. But it’s too cold up here...

You thanked the alcohol again for your random bursts of confidence. You smiled when you read his reply

02:02 So you want to cuddle

You replied with a smiley face, and in moments you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“Y/n?” He asked from the other side, “can I come in?”

“Yeah, it isn’t locked.”

As he comes in, you shuffle over, giving him some of your blanket as he lies beside you. You feel his arm come around you and pull you towards him, so your head could rest on his chest.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper.

“For what, my love?”

“Everything I said earlier. I feel terrible that I can’t trust you. I want to. But… you don't understand, it’s just difficult.”

“I know it’ll take time. Other people have fucked you over before, but I promise you that’s not me, ask anybody. I’m willing to do it, I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust. I’ll wait for as long as you need me to,” he rubs your back as he speaks, “and don’t think I’ve forgotten about our date tomorrow!”

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