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LF Creature x Reader - Mutal Comfort
Summary: You owed Lisa a favor, but you never expected she'd make you pay it back in the form of babysitting her undead boytoy while she goes to a party.
Warnings: rushed/not proofread, bisexual!reader, reader has an unreciprocated crush on Lisa, angst, fem!reader
"Lisa, I never agreed to this!" You shouted at your best friend as she hurried over to crawl back out of your window.
"I promise I'll make it up," she waved you off, sliding the glass panel up. "It's just for the night, I swear. I'll be back before school."
With that she was gone, hearing no other protests. You stood with your back flattened against the wall, frightened gaze never leaving the thing on the other side of your bedroom.
You were the only person who knew of Creature's presence, being Lisa's very best friend for life or whatever. You'd do anything for her but babysitting her undead little pet was definitely stretching boundaries.
You felt some guilt for your terror, after all, he did look incredibly somber, shrinking into the opposite corner. Maybe he felt bad for scaring you?
"S-Soo...uh," you started, pushing off the wall but only by mere centimeters. "Y-You...Lisa's new boyfriend?" The thing seemed rigid at the thought and reluctantly shook his head. "Let me guess, you wanna be?" You prodded, inching closer still. Another timid nod. The two of you had that in common, apparently.
"You and me both," you sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. Creature eyed you skeptically, still in the corner but not as glued to the wall as before. "Don't look at me like that, I don't mean I want to be her boyfriend." You paused, wondering if his expression was caused by the thought of you being gay or wanting to be a male, or maybe he was jealous at the thought of competition. "But, I don't know, being girlfriends might be nice..."
By this time, he'd inched close enough to sit on the other side of the bed, still as far away on it as possible, though. You took this as a sign to continue. "It's just that, me and Lis have been besties since like- kindergarten. I even convinced my parents to move her with her after her mom died and it feels like all she does is blow me off now," you ranted. "Like, before the incident, we'd have these long talks about the future, and we were always in each other's but now...I don't know anymore..."
An anguished moan was his only response as he drew his discolored hand to his chest. "Sorry," you said dropping your head. "I know you've gotta be hurting too listening to her ramble on about-" You brought your hands to your cheeks and batted your lashes, making your voice an octave higher to imitate your crush. "Micheal Trent!" He nodded, rolling his eyes slightly. "Y'know, I really don't know what she sees in him? Dude's a class A poser. He pretends to be into all that dark music and poetry but it's literally just to look cool and mysterious so all the preppy girls will fall in love with him."
While you ranted, Creature studied your room, noting how different it was from Lisa's. She had string lights, drawings, and moody posters all over her walls, while yours were tidy and well-organized with framed photos and prints of paintings that matched the color scheme of the walls. Eventually, you caught onto his staring and fell quiet prompting him to glance back to you.
"Didn't mean to fly off the handle, my bad." you muttered, standing up with a sigh. "Anyways, what do you like to do? Got any hobbies?" He stood up with you, wandering over to a keyboard that had collected dust in the corner. Curiously, he stuck a key and cringed at the sound it made. You joined him, explaining it. "That's just my old keyboard. I used to play piano as a kid but when we moved here we couldn't take my piano with us, so my dad got me this. It's kinda like an electric piano, only it's portable. Don't really like it though, too synthy for my taste."
Creature sat down in front of it, fumbling with the buttons on the control board while trying out the keys after each adjustment. Finally, he seemed to have found a setting he liked. "I'm guessing you play?" you cocked a brow. You couldn't have predicted how the cocky smirk then tossed you would make you feel. Following that, he threaded his finders together before pushing them out, cracking his knuckles before dramatically slamming down on the keys.
"Holy shit," you breathed, listening to the classical tune that filled your room. Needless to say, he played beautifully and was incredibly talented. At one point, he even glanced up at you with another shit-eating grin, showcasing the fact that he knew the positions by memory and didn't even need to look.
"You're amazing!" you explained when the song was finished, placing your hands on either shoulder and rocking him gently. "I've never seen that much musical skill from one person! What, were you like a professional pianist in your first life or something?"
To your surprise, he actually nodded. "Jesus christ man, I've never even heard that song before, did you write that?" He nodded again, and again, you were flabbergasted. "I bet you had an extraordinarily hard life." You muttered without thinking. "Art like that only comes out of suffering." As he nodded yet again, this time more bashfully, the two of you shared a moment of silence.
"I'm sorry, that was rude," you realized, glancing away. This time, Creature shook his head, an uncharacteristically peachy hand guiding your face back toward his as he stepped closer. For a moment, you waited to see what wisdom he had to offer, before remembering that no words would come as he stared at you, only able to offer a comforting gaze. "I wish you could talk," you whispered as he pulled you into his chest without you even realizing it. "But then again, maybe it's better you can't." you retorted to yourself bitterly. "I've had enough people tell me to cheer up because life gets better."
Creature stiffened, pushing you to hold you at arm's length, shaking his head again. "You think you got something better?" you asked, rhetorically.
Sensing your irritation, he resigned himself to giving up on communication for now. Taking matters into his own hands, he pressed a palm to his heart, a sign for you to trust him. Gently, he guided you back to your bed, pushing you down onto it. Awkwardly, Creature untucked the quilt from the bed a threw it over you, signalling for you to lay down, before tucking you in. You reluctantly followed his instruction, laying down on your side, tears welling in your eyes from all the overwhelming emotion bubbling inside you. You then watched as he made his way over to your desk, seeming to write something on a sheet of notebook paper Following this, he laid the note at your feet as he took a seat in front of the keyboard again.
You couldn't deny that you were beginning to feel drowsy after the soft music he played filled the room. This song was nothing like the first one. It was sweet and serene, unlike the dark and dramatic one he'd first played- with that cocky grin that made you feel so conflicted.
On the cusp of needing to rest your eyes, you remembered the note he'd left for you, briefly sitting up to reach it before laying back down, holding it up in the air to read what it said as he played your consciousness out.
"The sun does not ever reappear if the rain never stops. To live happily is to find solace in any weather. With the right balance, the flowers will begin to bloom. I hope to one day see a lush garden in you, darling."
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Do you guys think they’re open for a third
#also i might start writing they poly with reader if you guys want that#lisa x creature#lisa frankenstein#lisa swallows x reader#lisa swallows#the creature#creature x reader
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Something i havent seen anyone talk about is the title of the movie. The movie isnt just called 'Lisa Frankenstein' because its an adaptation of Frankenstein. We can infer from the 'ein' on his grave that The Creature <3 's last name was Frankenstein and at the end of the movie, him and Lisa get married. The title is also about them getting married because she takes his last name! <3
Can you tell i love this movie?
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Can The Creature from Frankenstein cuddle me?
Yes. Yes he can. He can cuddle all of us (particularly me, I need it)
All the fluff, a little warning for self deprecating behavior from our boy
The Creature Cuddle Headcanons!
First of all, this is a very touch starved boy
And also maybe a little bit scared of touch
The creature fears he may hurt you anytime he gets near you, so to have you request his attention? It seems like a dream come true for him.
He lays down next to you at first, heedlessly looking at you and placing a shaking hand on yours, engulfing it completely
The next move must be yours, hold him, caress his beautiful black hair, run your fingers across his scarred skin
“How can you stare at my horrific form as if I am something beautiful?”
Show him how stunning he is!
The creature will get the hang of it by that point, wrapping his arms around you with the utmost gentleness and pressing you up to his chest
His clumsy fingers will draw lines and circles on your back as you feel yourself drifting off into a comfortable and warm sleep
And when you do fall asleep, he will stare at you in awe and wonder
A human being trusting him enough with themselves to fall asleep on top of his ghastly form?
It means so much to him that you would trust him so deeply
Deep enough that you wrap yourself around him and trust him with your safety
The Creature can feel a sense of protectiveness bubble up in his chest, as he wraps his arms around you and drifts off
“A spirit of benevolence lives within you like nothing I’ve seen before…”
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Oh no bro i dropped my air pod no my airpods i dropped my airpod…mann my airpods i dropped my airpods
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Head Over Heels - Prolouge
(The Creature x Reader)
A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic
Chapter 1
Alright, monster lovers, I’m gonna try something a little more ambitious: an actual fic. Constructive criticism welcome! Please be kind because I have no proof reader and I’m still learning how to write good stories lol. I’m also gonna be fleshing out some characters to better fit the narrative I have in mind for this story. I hope you enjoy the prologue!
Warnings: slight language, my best attempt at worldbuilding, and our gender neutral reader is an orphan, so discussion of that. Also, (N/N) stands for nickname!
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1986, Brookview, Indiana
“Oh. My. GOODNESS, (Y/N)! You have to try a face mask! It’ll help you with those dark circles under your eyes!”
“But (Y/NNNN), pink is totally your color! Just give it a chance, your nails would look SO pretty!”
“You didn’t even jump! It’s like you’re built for these movies, (N/N)!”
Comments like these had already gotten old around- you checked your watch- two hours ago. You considered yourself a survivor of some ancient teenage girl ceremony. Saying polite “no thank you”s to Taffy and the rest of her much too perky friends was becoming quite the laborious task. Some may say you were being too stubborn, as they had treated you with nothing but kindness since you came to town, to which you’d argue that Tricia certainly seemed like she had a bone to pick with you. Along with her, you had unfortunately seen enough of the world to understand one of the most important rules of high school:
The popular girls were mean, and these girls were certainly popular.
You had no idea why Taffy had run up to you on your first day of school and excitedly introduced herself, her gaggle of friends confusedly following after her. You figured this was some kind of territorial power move, checking out the fresh meat before inevitably deciding to kill.
But then Taffy kept hanging out with you. And complementing you. And begging you to hang out with her group of gals.
You took it as some kind of elaborate bit, but hey, they were nice.
At least they didn’t look at you like you were a rotten corpse walking down the halls.
Your thoughts snapped back to your current situation at Taffy’s house. Her mother, Janet, had actually sneered at you when you walked in, but other than that, the night was shaping up to be your average “new girls first sleepover”. Grease had taught you well. That was, until the truth or dare game started.
Lori had brought it up, and it started pretty normal.
“Who’s your crush?”
“OMG, I’m not telling!”
“Come on, Misty! We won’t tell! Right, (Y/N)?”
“Uh, yeah. I mean, no.” You mentally cursed yourself.
This is how it continued for a while before you finally perked up.
“I dare you to go to the Bachelors Cemetary Grove.”
“WHAT??? No way, Tricia! There’s no way in hell-“
Your eyes widened in intrigue and you blurted out without thinking, “There’s a bachelors cemetery?”
The girls turned to look at you.
Tricia raised one of her perfect eyebrows.
“You haven’t heard about it? It’s like- uber haunted.”
That piqued your interest. Life in the foster care system had caused you to grow accustomed to the darker sides of life, and you had always had a special interest in the dead. Your own parents had died in a mysterious fire when you were just a baby, leaving you with no real memories of them. You believed that everyone deserved to be remembered, especially the average, unremarkable person.
(Mainly because you knew that’s how you would turn out, and you’d like to be remembered.)
Enough of that, though, because everyone is still looking at you, so you cleared your throat.
“Would I have to go tonight? Or like, right now?”
Tricia rolled her eyes. “I mean, I didn’t ask you-“
“Oh, shush, Tricia! She’s participating!” Taffy smiled widely at you.
Tricia shot you a look.
“Fine. Yes, tonight. And you’d have to bring back a vine to show that you actually went there. The place is full of them, so it should be easy for you.”
You detected a hint of challenge in Tricia’s tone, but ignored it. You wanted to do this to quench the thirst of curiosity that was bubbling in your brain. This seemed like the first interesting thing you had heard about in this boring town.
You stood.
“I’ll do it.”
Taffy cheered and Lori looked at you in amazement. Misty immediately began to try to talk you out of it, worrying about your safety, while Tricia went silent.
Your mind was set, though. Time to see what all the hooplah was about.
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The walk to the gravesite had been much more peaceful than you thought it would be.
Taffy’s house was constant noise, light, color, total overstimulation. However, the cool mist that danced across your skin along with the eerie silence of the woods soothed you. It helped you clear your head.
After walking through the woods for what seemed like hours, you finally came across the old rusted iron gate that sadly displayed the text, “Bachelors Cemetery Grove”. You frowned, finding the disrepair of the cite pitiful. This place should be filled with respect, not to be forgotten by vines and leaves.
Speaking of, holy shit, Tricia was right about the vines everywhere.
Thick, bright green foliage covered every inch of the area, graves poking out here and there to display faded names. It was enchanting to see so much life growing in a place of death. You could have snapped off a vine and booked it out of there, but you were drawn to this cemetery. Careful steps led you deeper and deeper into its heart as you swerved this way and that to try and make out the occasional name.
Then, through a beam of moonlight that shone through a break in the trees, your eyes caught on a specific grave.
You walked closer and came face to face with the stoic expression of a handsome young man, carved in the same stone his grave was made of. He had a strong nose, with beautifully curved lips and hair that flipped upwards on the ends. He was looking slightly downwards, his eyebrows painfully curved upwards, as if to express a dramatic feeling of grief. Resting beside his bust was an arm and a hand, attached to nothing and slightly curled. He looked like a man that would recite beautiful poetry, professing his deepest desires and most intimate thoughts.
Your mouth was slightly agape as you admired him. Despite your more logical thoughts, you brought a hand up to gently caress his cheek, finding a raised texture chiseled there that suggested sideburns. A sigh escaped your lips as you realized the romantic-ness of it all. A man who seemed perfect, a lover, full of life and emotion, condemned to a permanent fixture in a buried world.
You could say it was love at first sight.
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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.
Word Count: 1.0k+
TW: Tooth Rotting Fluff
Not Proof Read
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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.
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My Adam Frankenstein Headcanons: The Creature being vulnerable with you 💜
Another post that was already rotting in my drafts.
Have fun! 😘🫶
P.S.: Forgive me for any grammar mistake. English's not my first language.
Warning(s): Touch-starved!Adam, self-depreciation, a perfect mix of angst and fluff, implied non-sexual nudity (kind of...)
At first, being intimate was a great challenge to Adam. As much as you both longed to be closer to each other, there was always that bad feeling haunting the back of his mind: the fear that, when he open up himself to you, the first moment your eyes fall upon the smallest imperfection, it wouldn't take longer for you to turn your back at him like everyone else.
After being abandoned by his own father, the man who gave him life, and all the other kinds of rejection he's been through in his short existence, which resulted in nothing but pain and heartbreak, the idea of finding anyone, specially someone so beautiful and kind like you, who genuinely cared about him - and even loved him - sounded as another sweet ilusion, something he was never meant to find.
You both had to put much effort to make this work. You always tried to be patient and understandable about his insecurities, especially after he finally reveal to you his story and his terrible experiences with human beings, but you can't deny this could be pretty frustrating sometimes.
There are times he thinks so low of himself that is hard to take him out of this dark hole. In these moments, he tries very hard to keep distance, to hide himself from you. A voice in his head convinces him he's no man at all, just a souless abomination from Hell unworthy from any kind of sympathy and love, from you or anyone. For his luck, you're always there to remind him that none of these things are true and never will be.
At the beginning, you were always the one who needed to start the first contact. Simple gestures like hugging, kissing, touching his face or just whispering some kind words to him, were enough to make him emotional to the point of breaking down. In these occasions, you just stayed there by his side, waiting until he calmed down and comforting him in the best way you could.
But with time, he learns to cope better with his emotions because he always feels embarassed for ruining such special moments between you and him, even when you assure him you have no problem with it. After a while, he finally starts to require your feelings, giving in to your sweet touches and genuine words of love. Later, he awkwardly tries to imitate the gestures you use with him: holding your hand gently, caressing your cheeks with his fingertips, even shyly touching his lips in your forhead.
When he realizes you don't even try to push him away from you, nor show any sign of repulse or disgust - actually you always make clear that you love it and want him closer - he becomes more confident in his actions and, day after day, gets more determinated to show how much he adores you and to do all he can to you never feel alone. As someone who knows very well how painful loneliness and isolation can be, he'd never want to make you go through this too. Never.
You still remember very well how awkward but sweet your first kiss was. It was fast, a simple touch of lips while Adam held your face in his hands. Even with his lack of experience, all the love put in the gesture couldn't be more real. You couldn't help but give a little laugh after open your eyes and see his pale face turning red and a shy smile coming to his face.
You love to fall asleep against his big warm chest. Nothing in this world makes you feel safer than hearing the calm rhythm of his heartbeat and having your small body being enveloped by his strong arms. He may deny it, but Adam loves to watch you sleep close to him. Something about your soft and relaxed expression, such state of vulnerability, how you demonstrate such trust on him not only touches his heart deeply, but awakes a deeper instict of protectiveness towards you. Just the idea of someone hurting or harming you in any way is enough to make his blood boil with furious rage.
After a while, he also lets himself relax around you and lay his head down on your chest to get some comfort too, especially after waking up, trembling and weeping, from a nightmare or being haunted by some horrible memory from his past. You'd never hesitate in putting his arms around him and kiss him all over his face until you feel his body ease and his breath slow down. It always breaks your heart to see him this way, but you still tries your best anyway. Also, you know very well that he'd do the same for you, with no doubt.
You already know about the conditions of Adam's conception. You already notice the red lines around his neck and the smaller ones in the pale skin of his face. So, one day, you gently ask him to see him as he is, but still make clear that he doesn't need to do it if he doesn't feel comfortable enough. You can see the hesitation and insecurity in his yellow eyes and you know that, in some dark and distant place of his mind, he still fears you'll abandon him when you finally realize he's not human at all. You caress his face and remind him how much you love him and that, whatever the choice he makes, you won't judge him. It takes him some time to consider the sincerity in your words, but, in the end, he finally gives in to his desire of making you happy.
When Adam finally reveals his body to you, his first instinct is to put his arms around his own body, ashamed, trying to hide himself from your view. But you don't give up, holding his hands gently and reminding him with your sweet voice that you'll always love him and that his physical appearence will never change that. Slowly, he puts his guard down once again and closes his eyes to not see the revulsion and disgust in your face. He is expecting a cry of horror, but the only sound his ears pick up are silence. And suddenly, a touch as soft as a feather in his chest, over the exact spot of his heartbeat.
He pays attention to the way you caress his skin, the feeling of your soft, delicate fingers tracing your scars, but what truly melts his heart and brings all his walls down is the spark of love that never leaves your eyes. Your touch, this kind of intimacy, feels like a blessing from Heaven he doesn't deserve, but longs for desperately. And with all the love you feel for him, how could you ever deny him anything?
#since I made my first adam HCs post many people asked me to post more about him so... I FINALLY DID 😄#frankenstein#mary shelley#mary shelly's frankenstein#frankenstein 2004#hallmark frankenstein#frankenstein's creature#frankenstein's monster#adam frankenstein#frankenstein's creature x reader#frankenstein's monster x reader#adam frankenstein x reader#frankenstein's creature x you#frankenstein's monster x you#adam frankenstein x you#headcanons#frankenstein headcanons#my headcanons
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should I make some creature smut 👀
I’ll let yall decide
But I’m letting yall know 1. YALL BETTER SOME FOR ME TOO AND 2. It’s going to out for a week so if you want it come get it
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Hey... Ya know what would be cool or whatever?
*Gently kicks rock with my hands in my pockets trying not to show how much I crave this*
If you'd make The Creature!Randy as a short story au yearning for Reader/Lisa... I don't know I think it be neat...Just saying.
spooky ur a GENIUS!!!!! have not stopped thinking abt this since i watched the movie and <3333333 randy is the perfect undead husband i fear to say!!! this is a little short and really just focuses on the beginning of everything, but i hope its enjoyable nonetheless!!!!
From The Grave - Randy Meeks
The Creature!Randy Meeks x GN!Reader
WORD COUNT: 1025
WARNINGS: post death randy, the briefest description of corpse randy, mention of roadkill, nothing too graphic tho <3, reader is around randys age when he died but no specifc age is said, inspired by lisa frankenstein <3
His grave was tucked underneath a large willow tree, the branches hanging low and wide, hiding his lone headstone. You discovered it a few months ago on a warm spring afternoon as you carefully made your way through the abandoned graveyard in Woodsboro, stepping over gnarled roots and vines. The headstone was cracked, covered in moss and dirt, but you could just barely make out some of the writing on it as you got closer, your hand swinging by your side as the leaves of the tree shaded you from the sun.
“Randy Meeks. 1978-1997.”
He was young, like you. Alone, too, if the state of his grave was any indication. Despite passing the other graves, all in similar states of disrepair, something about this one stood out to you. Maybe it was the fact you knew nothing of him; other headstones told you that buried deep in the ground was a husband, a wife, a child, but here there was nothing. Or, maybe, it was the fact that he was of similar age to you and was hidden away like you so often felt.
Regardless, you spent the next hour carefully scraping the moss off of the stone with your finger and, when the grime became too hard to simply push off, with your pen. You didn’t have any water or soap and as you stand, wiping your hands off onto your jeans with a pleased smile at the progress, you resolve to come back tomorrow and finish cleaning it up. Sure, no one ever came through here, and the grass was as high as your knees in some parts of the cemetery, and you swore when you turned your back to his grave you could feel someone staring at you, but you were going to finish your job here.
And so you did. The next day, bright and early, you clean up Randy Meeks’s headstone until it sparkles in the sunlight that broke through the gaps of the leaves. But then you come back the next day, and the next, and the next. For weeks, whenever you have the chance to, you make your way through the rusted iron fence and through the thick grass to him.
Always to him.
You eventually wear down a path to his grave, the grass around the headstone itself squashed down from your constant pacing as you talk out loud. Talking helped clear your mind, and despite no response, you felt more seen and understood by him than you ever had before. You sometimes caught yourself pausing after a sentence as if waiting for a response and everytime you swore the wind would pick up and the leaves above you would rustle his answer.
Each time you left the cemetery, you’d write off whatever you felt in the moment and resign yourself back to your lonely existence.
And then the strange storm happened. Dark, green, swirling clouds loomed in the sky above you, but they couldn't deter you. You made your way to the cemetery, rested your head on his gravestone, fingers tracing the etching of his name, and cried. Your whispers came out quick and harsh, cut off with random gulps of air, as you told him how you just wished you and he could be together. How your life was awful, how all you wanted was to be seen and loved and be treated how you knew he would treat you.
You wanted to join him in death since he couldn't join you in life.
There was a crack of thunder, a flash of light, and when your eyes opened you were back home. You shake it off, sure you made your way home on auto-pilot. As you stumble through your routine to get ready for bed, you pause at the sound of a groan outside. Just as you turn your head to investigate, your front window shatters and a foul smell reminiscent of the decomposing fox on the side of the road you pass by everyday wafts in. Your hand covers your mouth and nose to stop from hurling just as he crawls through your window.
After a few laps around your house, you sit across from him in your bedroom, staring at him wearily. “Who are you?” Is the only thing you can think to ask, though it doesn’t result in much. The man keeps grunting, getting increasingly more frustrated at your lack of understanding. He’s caked in mud and god knows what else, his eyes a bright blue. He can’t talk and you can’t understand him, but you swear you know him from somewhere. You run through the list of men you know, name after name, but he shakes his head after each one, his fingers drumming on his bent knee.
Eventually you stand and give him a notebook and a pen, hoping he can write. You watch as he takes it, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him, his tongue poking out from his lips as he concentrates. Finally, he looks up and meets your eye, an intensity in them you hadn't seen before. You take the notebook and look down, gasping quietly as you read the name.
“Randy?” You ask, eyes widening slightly as you look back towards him. He nods. “My Randy? From the graveyard?” Another nod and the closest thing to a smile you’ve seen him make yet. None of it makes sense. You knew that the real Randy Meeks had been dead for years but here he was in front of you. “Could you hear me? When I spoke to you?”
He nods his head once again, reaching his large hand out for yours. You grimace slightly at the feeling of the mud and viscera on his skin but you don't pull away. Instead, you watch with a morbid curiosity as he brings your hand to his undead lips, pressing them against your hand. Your hand tingles, a lightning bolt crawling up your arm.
It was him. He was here for you. Somehow, someway, he clawed his way out of death to find you.
It was the most romantic thing you could think of.
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Dude I know you don't have any requests but if you ever feel up to it I would absolutely eat up a continuation of your creature x reader fic...perhaps they slowly fall for each other.
Hes just...he's so sweet and the way you write him makes me feral. I'm definitely going to check out your other works.
This is me letting you know that your target audience had been reached
Normally, I would politely decline or ignore requests, as I just don't enjoy doing them anymore for multiple reasons, but I wanted to address this one specifically. Hopefully this isn't too short!
For the sake of this story, let's pretend that the time between the events of the movie span over a longer period.
LF Creature x Reader - Compost
Summary: Creature helps you out in your garden.
Warnings: mentions of rot, bugs, worms, and dung, creature x reader, bisexual reader, reader has a crush on Lisa, continuation of Mutual Comfort, plot holes, not proofread, spelling/gramatical errors, calling Creature Ein
"You look different today," you noticed allowed, squatted over the flower bed, carefully dropping a marigold from your trowel and covering the roots with soil. "Little more alive."
The man behind you grunted in response, prompting you to glance at him over your shoulder. He seemed to have more color in his face, and his hair seemed less stringy. He lifted a discolored hand, and waved it around as if it were an explaination. You simply shrugged, not understanding the meaning, and went back to what you were doing.
"Regaurdless, I appreciate you helping me." you smiled, standing up and admiring your newly replanted marigolds. Another grunt in responce. "Now I need to mix up the compost pile. Mind pushing that wheel barrow over there?" you aske pointing to the object and then to the destination. Nodding, Creature made his way over.
Once he got behind the wheel barrow, however, he scrunched his face in disgust. "What?" you laughed, slumping your shoulders. "Too good for hard labor? He shook his head, letting go of thehandles and covering his nose. Finally, it clicked for you.
"Oh, come on, you big baby. It doesn't stink tha bad." you rolled your eyes, walking over to simply wheel it over yourself. Seeing you prepared to take matters into your own hands, Creature finally pulled himself up by the bootstraps, taking hold of the handles again and pushing it forward. "Its cow dung, if you were curious," you giggled, following him. "My dad has a friend that owns a far and he hooks me up with free manure for the garden."
Once again, Creature grimaced, turning up his nose. "Hey, Zomboy," you scolded playfully. "Your half rotted flest doesn't smell all that much better." He flashed you a hurt expression coupled with a somber groan, making you back peddle. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."
Finally in front of the compost pile, you grabbed a nearby shovel and began to heave the dung onto the top, the smell never once bothering you. When you were finished, you stuck the shovel in the ground and rested a foot on it, hiking your knee up, and glued your hands to your hips, tired from a hard day's work.
"I don't know about you, but I think today is a good day for some lemonade." You sighed, beginning to walk back toward the house, Creature trailing behind you. "You like lemonade?" He nodded when you glanced back, prompting you to smile. "Go ahead and take a seat," you said, motioning to the patio set to his right. "I'll go get us some."
After a few minutes, you returned, slipping out the back door and into the yard, a glass in each hand, but your eyes lit up before you couven step off the patio. You quickly scurried over to set the glasses down, gushing over what he had. It was a lovely little hand picked bouquet, mostly consisting of wildflowers and weeds. In the short time you were gone, Creature had taken it upon himself to currate you a gift. "Ein..." you breathed, taking it from him and examining it. "You did this for me...?" you asked, oblivious to how silly the question was. He nodded with a timid smile, inviting you to sit with him.
After a moment, your heart dropped, realizing what you'd called him by. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry I called you that!" you fretted. "Lisa told me that was the last little bit of your name, I sholdv'e asked if you'd be kay with being called that."
He seemed to wave your worries off, shaking his head, signalling tha he wasn't bothered. He then bowed his head, something that confused you. "So you are okay with me calling you Ein?" He bowed again, and you were unable to keep the grin from spreading across your face. "Okay, Ein it is then. I suppose we couldn't have just called you 'Creature' forever, right?" He shrugged, as if he truly didn't care what his name ended up being. "Regardless, thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful."
The man couldn't help but stare as you admired the little nosegay, noting how eyes eyes lit up when you smiled and your nose scrunched when you laughed. He actually found himself so invested in observing you while sipping his lemonade that he choked a little when your eyes flitted back to him.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" you suddenly jumped up, patting his back as he coughed, hunched over. "Ein? Ein! Are you okay?" you panicked, patting a bit harder, and wondering if the heimlick would even work on a corpse. Luckily, that deemed to be unnessisary as he finally spat up whatever was clogging his airway.There on the table, squirmed a very long, slimy earthworm.
"I-Is...is that a worm?" you grimaced, entirely freaked out as you stared at it, eyes flickering back to his every few seconds. Creature was frozen in place, terrified he'd ruined a lovely moment between the two of you, and slapped his hand over the thing, shaking his head no. "You're telling me I didn't just watch you spit up a worm onto my dad's patio table? You're telling me if I move your hand, there's not gonna be a worm?"
Hesitantly, he shook his head with a nervous smile, resisting as hard as possible when you grabbed his hand to move it. Though you had no time to think about it then, you couldn't help but notice the way the stitches holding his hand on felt under your finger tips- definately an interesting sensation.
Finally, you managed to lift his hand up, still holding it, and proved yourself right, once again staring at the wiggly little thing on the table. With a sigh, and ignoring his protests, you reached down and lifted it into your palm. "Got anymore?"
Creature sheepishly shook his head and got up to follow you as you walked away. "Well, this little guy is going in my compost pile." you decided, pinching the worm out of your palm and setting it on top of the pile. "And if it has any buddies in there, they're welcome to the pile too." you smiled, grabbing his hand again.
"I like you," you confessed with a giggle. "A few little bugs aren't gonna scare me away."
I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for! Sorry it was so rushed, it probably has a million errors, as my gramarly is suddenly not working!
#lisa frankenstein#lisa swallows#creature x reader#lisa x reader#lisa x creature#lisa frankenstein x reader#lisa frankenstein creature x reader#cole sprouse#diablo cody#zelda williams
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pretty Boy
Ship: The Creature/Reader
Type: Smut, Drabble, GN/M.
Contains: Dry Humping, Sub Creature, Praise (once), Outercourse, Kissing, Virgin Creature, No Sex.
Words: 681
Request?: No.
"Imagine making him cum in his pants..."
it's late at night. the world is sleeping, but you two are still wide awake. you're sitting in his lap, kissing each other passionately, his cold hands resting gently on your hips. even now, with hormones going wild, he still makes sure to be so soft and respectful. a true gentleman.
as the moments go by, the kiss becomes more heated. you slowly slip your tongue past your lips and into his mouth. his eyes widened in surprise, he's definitely never done that before. you giggle a bit when you feel him tense up, but he quickly relaxes back into your touch and moves his hands up, just barely putting his fingers under the hem of your tshirt.
you pull away for just a moment, wordlessly nodding. after getting the go-ahead, he slowly runs his hands fully under your shirt. exploring your body and gently caressing your chest.
with tongues still dancing together and hands roaming freely, you feel it. there was a slight twitch in his pants. feeling this against your own arousal sent butterflies to your stomach.
and without much hesitation, you pull away from the kiss. he looks a bit confused, but you just smile in return, beginning to lightly rock your hips against his.
his reaction is immediate. he gulps loudly, clearly nervous. but by the way he's gripping your waist, you can tell he doesn't want you to stop.
"you okay?" you ask in a delicate tone, looking him right in the eyes as you continue to grind down on his cock. he nods quickly. leaning his head back a bit, a low grunt escaped his mouth.
you start to move down a bit harder, moans and groans quietly flowing past both your lips. he was painfully hard now, he's never experienced anything like this. he's almost feeling a little embarrassed about how much this is affecting him.
seeing his disheveled state made you laugh a little though, he's so fucking cute.
"this feel good, love?" you lean back down to his face, pressing a lingering peck to his lips. he nodded once again, arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you down until your chests are pressed together.
his breathing became more ragged and shallow as you went on, you can tell he's starting to get close. all you can focus on now is making him cum, giving him his first orgasm in his life.
you tilt your head up, kissing up and down his neck & jawline, never faltering from the pace you set with your dry humping.
his shivered under your touch, your clothed heat repeatedly rubbing over his was sending him to heaven. and that combined with your soft, peppering kisses? he knew he couldn't last much longer.
from the mix of heavy breaths and throbbing in his pants, you knew he was about to finish.
sitting up now, you look into his tired puppy eyes and smile, hands running down his chest. "you look so pretty right now." - you kiss his nose gently - "you wanna cum for me, pretty boy?"
and that was it for him...
he grunted loudly, body trembling from the sudden wave of pleasure. his strong hands gripped onto your torso for dear life, eyes closed tightly, breathing becoming labored and heavy.
the warm liquid poured from his aching tip, instantly creating a deep wet spot on his pants. electricity was shooting through every vein in his body, making him feel an interesting mix of excitement and relaxed bliss.
you slowed your hips down to a stop, letting him catch his breath before removing yourself completely. you lied down next to him, admiring his beautiful face just a little more.
"that was fun." you giggled as you made eye contact with him. you honestly don't care that you didn't finish, making him feel good is plenty enough. plus, he seems much to exhausted to continue.
...
well, that's what you thought, at least.
you were surprised though when he crawled on top of you, face hovering right over yours.
it seems like he wants to return the favor after all...
#smut#lisa frankenstein#the creature x reader#the creature#x reader#lisa frankenstein smut#cole sprouse x reader#cole sprouse smut#the creature smut
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I AM SO BLESSED OMG!!! A LISA X CREATURE X READER ON AO3 NAMED AFTER A DODIE SONG?????
#im in heaven#this is lucky girl syndrome at its finest!!!#lisa x creature#lisa frankenstein creature x reader#lisa frankenstein#lisa frankenstein x reader#lisa swallows#lisa swallows x reader
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Good news girls and gays, I have written another Lisa Frankenstein fic. This time it's Lisa/Creature/Reader. It will be multi chapter, I've written 8 already in the span of 72 hours. The chokehold this has on me is insane.
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hi guys it’s my birthday, may 7 🙃 !!
#nick#nick sturniolo#nicolas antonio sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#nicolas#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#chris owen#nick antonio sturniolo#chris owen sturniolo#christopher owen sturniolo#chris#matthew bernard sturniolo#matt#matthew sturniolo#jake and johnnie#jake webber fanfiction#jake x reader#jake webber#johnnie guilbert fanfic#johnnie guilbert#johnnie x reader#tara yummy#birthday#lisa frankenstein#lisa swallows#creature
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