#clawdeen x reader

[sweatybalsl]

ERM.... WHAT THE SIGMA!?

[therapy-ghost]

One-shot or hc's, but can you do:

Clawdeen x Masc! Female reader??? Idk I could see Clawdeen getting with a stud/masc ghoul 🤷🏽‍♂️

This is such a cute idea!!!!

“Go on, she’ll love too” Frankie said to the taller werewolf as they all watched down the hall to the girl of Clawdeens dreams.

You~

“No guys, what if she rejects me? Or gets uncomfortable?” Clawdeen asked, turning around to walk away before Abby and Cleo grabbed her shoulders to turn her back.

“Rejection is like waxing very hairy Yeti’s back; all you have to do is tear is all off in a quick motion and you get exposure” Abbey commented, making almost no sense with her strange reference.

“Right… Well, If she doesn’t then she will be making the biggest mistake of her life; Like my rah! Why wouldn’t she go out with you?” Cleo dramatically pushed clawdeen down the hall, asking the question that set Clawdeen off.

“Because! What if she doesn’t like me? She is way to cool for me anyways! And the fact that she plays casket ball with my brother is even more embarrassing! No offence Draculaura” she looked to the short vampire as she shrugged.

“None taken, still, you two will be a fangtasic couple; and I’m already planing the wedding” She smiled to her self as she gave Clawdeen one last big push to stumble right up next to you as you closed your locker.

“-Guys I can’t do this-“

“Do what might I ask?” You leaned into your locker as Clawdeen looked to you, stunned for a few seconds before turning to look behind her, only to find all her ghoul friends gone, peaking around the corner at her as they gave her a thumbs up as comfort.

Clawdeen sighed, obviously annoyed at the fact they ditched her.

“um well… I wanted to know if you wanted to go out to coffin bean with me… after school; if you’re up to it of course” she rubbed the back of her neck, trying to to make direct eye contact with you as she played it as cool as she could.

“I would love that; as long as you would” You said, stepping a little closer to her as you almost shyly looked at her.

Her ears perked up as she turned to face you, clearly excited at you excepting her request, but once again played it off as cool.

“perfe- cool, see you after school?”

“yeah, see you after school” you winked at her before you walked away to the casket ball team down the hall.

Clawdeen was about to explode with how excited she was; and judging by the squealing that was coming from down the hall, so were her friends.

thank you for your patience and sorry if Clawdeen seems a bit out of character! Bye

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[sleepingdeath-light]

I’m sorry I wasn’t specific with the monster high relationship headcanon, but can you do one for Draculaura, Frankie, Cleo, Clawdeen, and Lagoona?

Relationship Headcanons | Monster High

thank you for requesting, anon!

includes : clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, draculaura, frankie stein & lagoona blue

reader is assumed as gender neutral

Clawdeen Wolf

as a partner, clawdeen is the type of girl to push you to your limits and help you branch out of your comfort zone — encouraging you to better yourself and achieve your goal however she can.

very confident in your relationship and isn’t ashamed to show it/you off to whoever is in the vicinity

tends to get much more territorial over you during a full moon — which usually leads to her not leaving your side and snapping at anyone who gets too close

very chilled out otherwise but will always be touching you when you’re with her — big on casual pda

whenever she’s competing, she’ll always look out for you in the crowd and treats you as a sort of good luck charm (will also wink at you and blow you a kiss before/after she goes)

isn’t above snapping at or even fighting anyone who insults or belittles you, but will hold back if you ask her to

her siblings are both her biggest cheerleaders in your relationship and her biggest nuisances — like they love you but they love teasing her more

swaps clothes and accessories with you, but if you go out of your way to buy something matching with her then this girl will melt

calls you “babe” or your name

Cleo De Nile

as a partner, cleo is just as sweet and affectionate as she is possessive and bitchy — switching between hanging off of your arm and giving you the cold shoulder at the slightest sign of disrespect from you.

very affectionate with you - so expect plentiful hugs and kisses as you hangout together

remembers your favourite things and will use her wealth and status to get you whatever you want — even if it’s something you only meant once in passing

very insecure and has a bad habit of lashing out if she thinks you’re implying her to be anything less than perfect (a consequence of her upbringing), which can lead to arguments and even short lived break-ups

you’re the only person she’ll apologise to because she’s terrified of you leaving her

trusts your opinion and thoughts over anyone else’s, and will usually come to you with any issues she has to vent or get advice

matching jewellery is a must for her (and it has to match her outfits, of course)

can very easily get snippy with you if you or anyone else fail to follow her rules or don’t listen to her, but if you pick her up on it politely and affectionately then she’ll be much more likely to stop

calls you “sweetie” or “honey”

Draculaura

as a partner, draculaura is incredibly affectionate and genuine — greeting you with a kiss and a hug whenever she sees you and bringing you gifts at the most seemingly random times.

very big on spoiling and pampering you as that’s the type of treatment she’s used to and she couldn’t imagine giving you anything less

plans all of her meals in advance and would love to get you involved whether that’s in the preparation of the food or just sharing the dishes she loves

draculaura tends to get emotional very easily and when she’s feeling quite vulnerable she’s seek you out above anyone else — just clinging to you and indulging in the comfort you provide

brags about you a lot both in person and online — talks about you like you’re the most amazing person in the world

she’s incredibly clingy and always seems to be hanging off of you in one way or another — though this most frequently manifests as her interlinking your arms and resting her head on your shoulder as you walk about the school

values your opinion a lot and will ask you about any new outfit or accessory or hair style she wears/buys and hangs off your every word when you respond

sleepover dates are kind of a must given her unique circumstances but it’s hardly a drawback as she loves to spend time with you no matter where you are

calls you a variety of nicknames in both romanian and english — some cheesy and some traditional — but the most common would be “darling” and “Iubirea mea”

Frankie Stein

as a partner, frankie is the type to be very unsure of herself but also very considerate and sweet — constantly worried about doing something wrong and asking you if she’s doing things right.

even more clumsy than usual around you because of how flustered she gets — so expect to keep picking up after her (and parts of her) until she finds her footing

because she draws so heavily from her magazines, frankie tends to act very stereotypically in your relationship

highly affectionate: kisses between classes, hand holding as you walk through the halls, greeting you with a hug, etc.

gives you very sappy nicknames that she reads from various sources (e.g. “sweetheart”, “baby”, “honey”, etc.)

very encouraging towards you, giving you genuine advice and pep talks when you’re upset or worried about something

plans out dates to the t, but something usually ends up going wrong so you’ll end up improvising anyway

easily flustered when it comes to you and it doesn’t take much to leave her stumbling over her words and tripping over thin air from your words

Lagoona Blue

as a partner, lagoona is incredibly protective and patient with you whilst also respecting you enough to be completely honest with you — like she loves you for who you are and helps you however she can, but she also isn’t afraid to let you know when you’ve messed up.

she loves spending time with you whether you’re actually doing something together or you’re just casually hanging out in the same place

casually affectionate in person but not overly so — like she’ll greet you with a hug and a kiss but after that the most she’ll really do is lean her head on your shoulder or hold your hand

you get to see every side of lagoona including parts of herself that she tries to keep contained — so you see her at her most passionate and most vulnerable

talks about you a lot when she’s with friends and family to the extent that the first time you meet them will feel more like reuniting with old friends from how well they know you

tends to skip a lot of dates due to swim practise and competitions — but you likely already knew how passionate she was before you got together so she’s not as stressed as she could be about it

is fiercely loyal to both you and her friends and you’re one of the few people that can talk her down from going out to confront someone that offended one of you (though she does go to them later, with a more level head, to get them to back off)

calls you “hun” or a shortened version of your name

[patukkaas]

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Clawdeen Wolf x GN! Reader

Fanfiction type:

Headcanons!

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Confession

- She'd be the first to confess no questions asked.

- She'd pull you into some corner of the school and just tell you there.

- Expecting that you accept her confession, she's over the moon. I mean, who wouldn't be.

Realitionship

- She'd walk with you everywhere, wouldn't be touchy but would just walk you to classes and chat with you.

- Would obviously sit with you at lunch.

- Would ask if you wanna walk around campus, just you two.

- Wouldn't really be into pda. Would be more comfortable in private though.

- Would wanna do something cheesy like sharing a milkshake or accidently touching hands while trying to take popcorn at the same time.

- Would think your fashion is the best she's ever seen no matter what.

- Would love to braid your hair but if it's short she'd just put some cool accesories.

- Would defend you from any judgement from the normies or Toralei.

- She'd buy you food and be very aware of what you don't like and what you do like.

- She'd wanna do fashions shows with you and the other ghouls.

- Would send you a goodnight and goodmorning text everyday without fail.

Breakup

- She'd be down in the dumps for a long while.

- You'd have to be a real jerk for her to breakup with you.

- She wouldn't be picky but, you know, being a bully isn't cool.

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[maxinexstars]

Monster high-masterlist

💙=Male 💖=Female 💛=Neutral 🌈=Fluff 💦=Smut 💀=Angst💜=Mtf 🖤=Ftm

Clawdeen wolf

Cleo de nile

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd wolf

Frankie stein

Draculaura

Abbey Bominable

Cupid

Arrow💖🌈

Seth/pharaoh Ptolemy

Catty noir

Nefera de nile

Wolfy💖💀🌈

[doveabovetheworld]

Could you write like write a Clawdeen Wolf x Non-binary (afab) werebear reader that likes to dress masculine, but doesn't have very many clothes that fit well cause they don't have a chest binder? I feel like Clawdeen would make them hella outfits!🖤

Omg thats so cute!! I love this so much!! She really would make amazing outfits just for you! Clawdeen was always one of my favorites as well!!

Warnings; some gender and body dysphoria but nothing other than that!!

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I looked myself in the mirror and felt super uncomfortable. My girlfriend Clawdeen invited me to her house and I wanted to look nice before I went over but none of my clothes seemed to feel right on me with my chest binder.

I love myself, I really do, but I can’t stand my body, specifically the parts of me that make me feel more feminine. I have a few chest binders that help with the dysphoria but on somedays it’s such an overpowering feeling that I can’t shake off. Today was just one of those days.

I kept trying on different shirts and hoodies but none of them were fitting correctly. At this point I’m probably going to just cancel hanging out with Clawdeen. I really want to do that because I love Clawdeen with my whole heart but I usually don’t want to be around anyone when I feel this way.

My icoffin rang and I saw Clawdeen’s icon pop up. She’s wondering where I am… I pick up the phone and answer, “Hey Clawdeen.”

“Hey, Y/N, where are you? It’s like 30 minutes past when we said you’d be here. If you’re running late or something let me know though, please?”

“No, it’s just that… it’s one of those days again.”

“What do you mean? Dysphoria day?”

“Yeah… my binder isnt looking right on any of my clothes no matter how many I try and I just feel awful.”

“I’m sorry, love. Is it cool if I head over to your place?”

“I mean sure if you wanna…”

“Okay. Give me about 40 minutes and I’ll be right there!”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too.”

I hung up and layed on my bed until I heard the doorbell rang. I got up to go to the front door and opened it. Clawdeen was standing there looking beautiful (as usual) with bags in both hands.

“What’s in all those?” I asked pointing to the bags.

She walked in and put the bags on the table, “Not even a “hello” or “i love you” from my amazing partner?”

I gave a little laughed as she started to take out the contents in each bag and put them on the table. There were my favorite snacks and drinks as well as outfits that looked super cute. I looked at her and started to speak, “Claw-“

“Uh uh,” she started to say as she looked at me seriously, “No way. I know exactly what you’re gonna say and I’m gonna stop that train of thought right away. I came here because I know you’re upset and I love you. I want to make you feel happy and that’s why I brought your comfort foods and drinks. As well as making you shirts, pants, and other stuff to make you feel comfortable on these days or just in general.”

I looked at her in disbelief. She did all this stuff for me just because I feel upset…

“I really don’t know what to say, Clawdeen…” I started to say as my voice cracked a bit. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. No one ever cared this much about me to make clothes specifically for me. I started smiling wide and gave Clawdeen a huge hug.

She hugged me back and said, “I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N”

We went through all the clothes that she made for me and they fit perfectly. It made me feel so much better and I actually felt really good!

I sat on my bed in between Clawdeen’s lap. She started playing with my hair and I thanked her again for helping me out.

“It’s no problem at all, love,” she said, “Trust me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I responded looking up at her. She gave me a kiss and we both layed down cuddling each other.

We eventually fell asleep and when I woke up, Clawdeen left. There was a tiny note on my nightstand and it said, “sorry I left, had to go get Howleen. Love you <3”

I smiled a bit thinking at how amazing Clawdeen is. I really am lucky to have her.

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A/N; sorry if it didn’t really hit at what exactly you were requesting but I still think it was really cute!

[boku-no-imagine-acadamia]

Monster High requests

Hello! im now taking monster high x reader requests for any character, so ask away!

[gettinshiggywithit]

Marvel x monster high!

inspired by @multiverse-of-yn

word count:-1127

tw:- nothing that i can think of(maybe just that its not edited... :' 3)

pairing:-harley,peter,morgan x platonic!teen afab reader

with a cameo by clawdeen,draculaura and frankie stein

(will this become a series? who knows?)

clarification:- reader is from our world but can travel between universes to whichever she wants.also its like she's visited different fictional universes and is friends with a of of fictional characters!

ps. this is an old piece

It was a standard morning at the avengers compound and peter parker was in his assigned room,scrolling away on  tumblr.

When suddenly,a bright pink,purple and blue portal opened up in his doorway.

Peter merely looked up and went back to scrolling and out of the portal came a (y/h/c) haired girl.

She stepped into peter’s room and closed the portal behind her.afterward she walked on over to peter’s bed,plopped down next to him and leaned on his shoulder.

“sup webs!” she said while watching him scroll.

“um nothing much y/n/n.just goun through the ‘ol hellsite,”he put his phone down and turned towards her, “what about you?how’s everything over on Earth-1218?”

“um still pretty non-super.basic as ever.”she said while yawning.

“so what brings you over?”peter asked.

“was bored,thought id visit my favourite web slinger!”she said over-enthusiasticaly.

At this peter got up off the bed and took her with him.

“well then lets go meet the guys!”the familiar spark in his eyes had returned and Y/n knew his social battery was finally at 100%

They walked out of his room and over to the common room where everyone was seated doing their regular stuff.

As soon as the duo walked in,the heroes visibly brightened.

“Hey kid! What brings you over to this side of the border?”asked tony from the kitchen island where he was making what Y/n could only guess was his Nth  mug of coffee for the day.

“nothing much tony,just thought id visit you guys.” She said with a smile.

“its good to see you y/n/n .” Said bucky barnes as he enveloped the teenager in a bear hug.

“Buckyyy,” she squealed out as her older-brother-figure gave her a head pat. “whoa! You got a hair cut?!” she said outloud.

“yeah,how’d I look?”he asked as turned around.

“you look so different.” She said, “but- its a good different! You look way younger”she concluded.

“thanks kid!”He said,clearly happy with her response.

Next, she made her way over to the couch where peter had seated himself down.

“TV?”she asked and he nodded.

She picked up the remote to turn the tv on when all of a sudden she heard a sarcastic little voice and launched herself out of the couch and tackled the owner of said voice.

Harley Keener had no idea what hit him and when he looked down at the cause for his fall,to see his interdemential-travelling friend. “well hey there.” He said

“HIIIII!,” she practically screamed back.She hadn’t seen Harley since 2019.

He never seemed to be around when she happened to visit.

And a second after their little exchange Y/n heard a little giggle and looked up to see tony’s daughter,Morgan Stark standing a few centimeters away from where Harley had been standing just a moment ago.

She immediately got up and scooped up the little stark and gave her a kiss on the cheek and she started laughing even more.

“how’ve  you been, bean?”Y/n said through her own laughter.

“Im oka-he-he”she said through little laughs.

Next she brought her over to the couch and Harley joined her.

Tony watched this whole ordeal and smiled his signature proud-dad smile.

“okay, shall we actually watch some TV now?”peter asked exasperatedly.

“yeah lets!”replied morgan.

At this the older avengers filed out of the room waving good bye as they went,it was going to get really loud really fast now that all four of Tony’s kids,both adopted and biological,were in one place.

The quartet just waved and didn’t think anything of it.The knew they were a little loud and they didn’t mind their older friends leaving.

This way they had more room to fool around and just have fun without having to worry about bothering anyone else!

Harley saw that both the web-slinger and his world-hopping buddy were busy and snatched up the remote from peter’s hand.

“HEY!” exclaimed both Y/n and peter in perfect unison.

To which he casually retorted,“well you guys weren’t gonna turn it on anytime soon.”

They mumbled out their protests but didn’t do anything to get the remote back.

Harley pressed the big red button and turned on the TV to a familiar and nostalgic little jingle.

Both peter and y/n’s eyes widened to the size of  saucers and they had huge grins on their faces.

Harley immediately face-palmed. He recognized it too.

“MONSTER MONSTER HIGH MONSTER HIGH MONSTER MONSTER HIGH,FREAKY CHIC AND FLY MONSTER HIGH,WHERE STUDENT BODIES LIE!!!”

The duo belted out the lyrics to the monster high fright song and morgan just stared at them in wonder while Harley covered his ears.

After the anthem ended,the duo went on a rant about the series from their childhood while commenting on the new wave of dolls and how absolutely sacrilegious  they were,and how maybe the new creeproductions could make up for it.

They even roped morgan into it and while the three of them were occupied,Harley changed the channel and started watching battle bots.

And five minutes later Y/n gasped out loud and everything went silent,apart from the robot match on the television.

“what??”asked peter in a small voice.

“I HAVE A GENIUS IDEA!”exclaimed Y/n.

Next she leaned in and told peter and morgan her idea.

“OKAY!!”came their reply and Harley knew they’d definitely rope him into it.

Next the three of them got up and dragged Harley along with them

“where are we goin?”asked already Harley knowing that he wasn’t going to like it.

“We,my little friend,”started Y/n, “are goin on over to monster high!”

“Wait what?!”said Harley, “how??”

To which Y/n wacked him on the head, “my little trick you wackus bonkus!” she said.

“that’s not the joke-, okay fine but wont they  be, oh I dunno weirded out by the sudden appearance of a  few normies’”he asked.

“well I already know them and-  wait how do you know we’d be considered normies??” she asked

“I…I watched a few episodes okay!” he admitted.

“I knew you were a man of culture,keener!” said peter,posin dramatically with his hands on his hips.

“okay whatever,lets get goin,or do you guys wanna stay and chat?”he asked,a smug look on his face.

“right!”said Y/n

“buckle in boys and girl,we’re goin to the most skull-tastic highschool ever!” and with that she opened another portal right in the common room.

They all stepped through and the next thing they knew,they were in a crowded hallway filled with different students from the student body of the most iconic monster school.

“Oh my fangs! Y/n is that you??”they heard a little voice and when they turned around,Y/n,peter,Harley and morgan were met with the iconic, trio of Clawdeen wolf,Draculaura and Frankie stein.

“No way…..” said peter in disbelief.

“yes way!” said Y/n.

“guys meet my ghoulfriends clawdeen,ula d and Frankie!”she added “and ghouls,meet Harley,peter and morgan!”

dividers by @justlgbtthings

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[yandere-wishes]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙

❤️‍🩹Characters: Yandere! MH Ghouls x GN! Reader

❤️‍🩹Summary: There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. You're an eldritch creature living amongst monsters. A piece of you lives within each of them. And a piece of each of them lives inside you...

❤️‍🩹Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, Body horror in Frankie's part, slight gore and blood in the rest, angst, super cryptic.

❤️‍🩹Could be read as romantic or platonic.

I am a monster, for now and forever. I am a monster, what a terrible being.〜♡॰ॱ

There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. ~❣✧❣

⚡︎Frankie Stein ⚡︎

There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. Frankie is desperate to unravel it. To crack it open. She feels you in every one of her limbs. Feels you in the stems of her patchwork heart. That has to account for something right? 

Your melancholy seeps through you, tainting the tiles in shades of gold. 

Frankie blames the binding of your skin, she's always found it too loose. 

Nothing extramundane, to tether your essence within yourself. She wouldn't mind taking you apart and stitching you back together. Recreating you into something perfect. She's grown wry of watching you crack your ribcage open, shoving astral celestials where your heart should be. You mutter things, things she doesn't understand, things she's scared she'll never understand. Her bones rattle, a rouge spark runs down her spine. Every piece of you haunts her...

Frankie use to believe, verily childishly, that parts of her were salvaged from you. She knows now that that's impossible, yet she still wishes every night for the childish dream to come true.

In many ways, Frankie has always been bound to you. Your first friend, your first confidant, your first punishment, your first comprehension. Even when you'd been too young to understand the cacophony of the world, you'd still know the two of you were connected. 

It had only taken a lifetime to understand why. 

Bones collapse into constellations. Somehow she feels you slipping away. Her slender fingers trace the stitches across the hollow of your chest. A meteoric reminder of her work. "It's okay I'll have you fixed in no time." Frankie doubts you find any truth in her incentive. You've always been drawn to pessimism. Still, she feeds the needle through skin and muscle. Praying she remembers the stronghold pattern her mother taught her. 

The shade they used for your blood is too bright. You bleed in rivers, 

flowing with no end insight. You wash away her sorrows with farfetched promises. Awakening a longing, she never knew she had. 

Frankie wishes she could pluck out your spine. Kiss each vertebra like an iridescent pear. Maybe then your souls would tether, maybe then everything will go back to the way it once was. The needle snags across bones, marring your skin in star-kissed bruises. She pecks each one, muttering a sorry across cold flesh. You feel like home under her lips. A home she never got to know. 

Yet the echoes of its brilliance linger faintly in the hearts of those who once knew its warmth.

Frankie smiles as your eyes crack open. Dizzy and distant, you've yet to notice your enhancements. The pieces of herself she tethered onto you. She wonders when you'll notice the new eye, the new leg, the mismatched fingers. Her heart sparks thumbing loudly in her ribcage. 

She sinks down, by the operation table,skinning her knees. You feel like home, now more than ever. 

Your fingers find her head, patting the matted hair, she smiles something solemn and forlorn. She trails her fingers over one of the stitches on your arm, prying her slender digits between the threads and into the gaping tissue. Her fingers release a spark, your body arches off the table. After all, blood has always been a good conductor for electricity. "It's just a power boost. You'll be right up in a few minutes." a giggle rips from her throat, as you mummble an acknowledgment. Eyes overcast with equal parts grief and glee. 

She always knew she loved you how could she not? You'd been linked to her for as long as she had a conscience. You had always been her everything. Sometimes she wonders how you both ended up like this. Stitching pieces of yourselves into each other. 

Frankie closes her eyes. Her mind struggling to regain control. Her deep breaths waver as she hears shifting from the table. 

"It's alive..."

𓆩❤︎𓆪Draculaura𓆩❤︎𓆪

Draculaura can smell the ethereal ichor now. Maybe it's always been there. Hidden under bygone layers and golden sand. She wonders if now, knowing what you know, makes you see her as anything less. You're older now, smarter. Maybe you understand the world just a little bit better than she ever could. 

Despite her gifted immortality, Draculaura likes to think that she's grown, too. No longer the little batling who faints at the mere scent of blood. Yet the urge to vomit is still there, an acidic reflex in the back of her throat. She's been avoiding you lately, simply because you make the urges go away. 

She can't live with that.

Can't live with what you make her. 

You trace the heart on her cheek. Your fingers feel like divinity sinking into her skin. You try to reason with her, tell her the truths of the crypt. "Surly Draculaura, you must know who you really are. Isn't it silly that you persist in this nativity?" Your words are harsh. Good intentions wrapped in silver blades. She bites her tongue, killing the queries before they dare spill. 

You make her crave things. 

Things she's avoided her whole life.

There's blood on your lips, dripping onto the ground. She fights the urge to kiss you. The heat of the sun amplifies the scent of the decaying flesh. Her stomach growls, this isn't right. The grip on her parasol tigtens. There is justice behind your actions, not one she can make herself understand. She watches as you tear into the decomposing body. "Don't", it's nothing less of a prayer. She feels her fangs elongate. How she wishes the world would turn to black.

Can a vampire be haunted? 

Surly they can, it's the only answer to your staunch lingering. 

Draculaura's coffin feels too snug, like a home and a prison encapsulated in one. She wishes she could feel cold dirt under her nails, feel the thrill of digging her way out of a grave. It's your fault, it has to be. Why must you awaken such ancient sensations? Such horrid cravings, such primal needs. 

Why must she see divinity in your face, liquid darkness shimmering behind enigmatic eyes? You are something terrifying, something painful. You are what she was supposed to be, what she's fled from her whole life.  

Your silhouette is a curse and a blessing. A reminder of a lineage she was thrusted into. A legacy she never wanted. Everything about you is a hunting familiarity for a family she never knew. She wonders if she would have been the prettiest girl in the morgue. She wonders if her father should have let her die all those eons ago.

 "I used to be human" She confesses one night. She doesn't know why you agreed to come over. Why seeing you in your pajamas sparks one too many fond memories.

"So?" your tone is one of perplexity. She feels foolish under your gaze. You glide the makeup brush across her cheeks. dusting them with faded nostalgia. "I can't eat them. It'll feel like I'm eating myself" How long has it been since the transformation occurred? how long has it been since she shedded the body of that sickly fragile girl? She's been a vampire for centuries yet still can't get used to the title. 

"You can eat these ones..." Something ancient within her stirs, her bones rattle with comprehension. She knows what you mean and it fills her with a need to scream. 

Draculaura can't see her reflection, can't gauge how different she is now. You used to help her with her makeup back in high school. Back when the shade of your lipstick determined your personality for the day. She's never seen her face. She prays it's identical to yours. She prays that someday she can embody you...

There's a deathly hunger within her. Bubbling in her stomach. She needs to let it out before it kills her. Can she even die? She's almost sure she wants to. You almost make her want to succumb to the impulse of quitting her humanity all toghter. Your presence makes her all so hungry. She's gotten better at hiding it under school-ghoul gossip and trend talk. 

She settles for a kiss tonight, a rushed peck on the cheek. Some vampire she is, instead of bleeding you dry she's pouring her sorrows into you. She wonders if you take note. See the ghosts jouncing within her soul. 

Draculaura's nails pick at the skin of her birthmark.

The skin cracks.

blood trickles. 

Can a vampire even be haunted?

Yes. 

She knew the charade wouldn't last forever. 

Knew that one day the lights would dim and the stage would fade to black

A final curtain call. An impending doom.

The final nail in her glass coffin. Rendering it to shards.

And she'll be left plucking fragments from her eternal flesh.

There's a small joy in knowing you'll be her effacer. 

The one to put an end to 2,000 years of pretend. 

"And then he was all like "You know?" and I was like "Whatever" and he was-" 

"Draculaura, I have no idea what you are talking about." She turns to face you, your smile is a crushing weight. On her shoulders crave. You throw your head back and laugh. Laughing at how little she's changed since you shared a desk in class. Since your most eminent concern was fearleading practice and algebra tests. Draculaura should laugh too, this she knows. Yet she remains distracted by your neck and all the glory it holds. 

Just a small bite won't hurt...

☾🐾☽Clawdeen Wolf☾🐾☽

Clawdeen is protective to a fault. A trait she could never identify as innate or habit. Still, the urge to stalk you persists. Pricking away at her fur like wolfsbane. 

Clawdeen's been brought up to believe in legacy, to worship the moon and the stars and their maker. Ancient things have a way of lasting lifetimes. She knows this now, finds its evidence when she unravels her family, her pack, herself...you. Her kind has been known to nurture those they love, to birth and raise every great warrior. She ponders again if this was originally encrypted in their blood or if her species picked it up throughout the years. 

All she knows is that something inside her awakens when she sees you. A testament to an ancient love, long since stifled under sand and snow. 

She wonders if that's what she's done with you all these years. If, in her own way, she's raised you to become some sort of warrior, a great beast living amongst subsidiary. 

The two of you sit beside the bay window. Her newest sketchbook draped across her lap. You lean in resting your head on her shoulder, listening as she explains the inspiration behind each design. 

You feel like you've been mauled. A piece of you thrown in every direction. Only to morph into the creations of your hunter. "You remember your first design?" you ask, closing your eyes to still the world. "Wasn't that when we wrapped Howleen in a red blanket and my mom's scarf?" Her claws prick her upper lip as she stifles a giggle. "And made her walk around the house like it was a Scaris runway" You add, relishing in the bygone recollection. 

Your childhood memories together are coated in ichor. Jejune days 

when you'd watch her tumble over herself trying to be everything she could never be. Even back then, you'd known something was amiss with the world. Seen the ancient wolf that lay dormant within her. felt its bonds call out to you, pulling you in deeper. You'd cling to her like a frightened child to a teddy bear. 

But you're older now. Instead of the scared child, you've turned into the monster under the bed. Funny how everyone's heritage catches up with them at some point. Even when you grow unaware of its presence. Legacy still tends to echo in your bones. You're both the same in that regard.

"I can never tell if I'm alive or dead." You tell her one night. 

"Neither" Clawdeen's voice is rigid, stiff. She can feel your awakening and rebirth. It sings in her head, more vital than a howl. "creatures like us don't die so easily. We only transform." She remembers the legends, the wars, they rattle in her bones sending shivers up her spine. Neither of you have ever died. You've survived every tribulation. 

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" you reply, Clawdeen notes the embers that burn behind your eyes. How they spread across your body like a wildfire.

"What doesn't kill me, simply gives me a reason to kill it" She swears she sees the moon flicker in retort. 

Clawdeen slits her throat with her claws. 

Choking on moondust and half-fallen stars. 

Her father once told her heritage is everything before giving her a golden ring fashioned as a wolf's head. She still doesn't know what he means. 

She knows her kind was born from misplaced love. 

She's just glad your fates are entwined. 

"Someday you'll have red eyes." You trace your thumb over her lashes as you speak. Trailing down to play with her curls. She knows what you mean. Oh how, she wants to devour the hope you offer so freely. Rip it from your heart and feel it pulsing under her fangs. Maybe then her stars will align and she'll truly understand what she is. 

 Clawdeen's feelings grow teeth, gnawing at her carnivorously as she pulls you close. Muttering a 'thanks' as if it holds the weight of the world. There's comfort in the thought that she's molded you. Helped nourish your flames until they grew so potent. She's ever only been the middle child of the moon. But with you, she feels like so much more. Like something celestial, something ancient. An heirloom made of blood and moonrock. 

Above you the clouds part. Giving way to the full moon. 

₊˚.༄Lagoona Blue₊˚.༄

The air in her lungs feels synthetic, dry. She chokes off the sand and ozone, blinded by the unfiltered light, leaving burns on her frail, scaled, skin. She wonders if this is how a fish feels as it's being reeled on land. She wonders if she's any different now.

Her heart hammers when she sees you, cracking her ribs in hysteria.

Water lilies bloom from their marrow, she counts them just to distract from the stars burning in your eyes. Her teeth catch her bottom lip, gnawing the pink flesh like a shark does its prey.

Her eyes burn when she catches a glimpse of you by the pond. Gazing conflicted at three-eyed frogs. She can't help but see you as a cacophony of unmarked graves. Too many ghosts linger across your body, they're prints evident in the afternoon sun.

You leave a water lily behind her ear as you brush past her in the hallway. She thinks your perfection is exaggerated, artificial like the air. The kind daydreaming divers pray to find in rogue oysters. Lagoona is sure you're the last of your kind. An endangered creature too proud to ask for help. She clumsily fingers the flower's petals. The wave of nostalgia that invades, has her gasping for air.

The ocean she once called home is overrun by rot. She too is infected by the pollution that plugs her gills. In her dreams, she treads through clean oceans, webbed fingers entwined with yours. There is no corrosion here, no death. Just you and her and everything that entails the definition of good. When she wakes up she notices that her gills are falling one by one. Pastel blue glints scattered, floating across her bed like the empty husks of sea stars.

She too is the last of her kind.

She too is destined to perish in agony.

She wonders if you hear her tears. Hear them fall into the abyssal sea. Feel their reverberations as they create rings on the surface. She can't expect such a thing from you. You're in your own world struggling with your own scars. You left her another flower today, nymphoides indica, she doesn't understand what you're trying to tell her.

The pond has started to bleed too. Its decaying scent is pungent from miles away.

has it bled into her?

Is she infected too?

You're there again today, worlds apart yet close enough to touch. Her body stiffens as she kneels next to you. Desperate for your attention, desperate for you to tell her what she is. Maybe, just maybe she can confess her love in time to share a grave with you.

"I used to be so beautiful.." Your voice sounds evasive. A final cry for help before the ocean consumes you. Your reflection in the pond is muddled over. A glitch in reality, something Frankie would have more experience with. "you still are mate…you still are" Her words are earnest, yet she doubts they bring you solace. "If it's any consolation, I'm polluted too..". You laugh so condescending it makes her stomach churn. She rolls the words in her mouth again, tasting them for misunderstandings.

"We're all polluted Lagoona. We always have been."

You're made of one too many pieces, all doused in poison. You rearrange the water lilies on her head. Your fingers feel like home threading through her hair. "The last of our kind." Lagoona giggles, her body is growing dryer, desperate, the moisturizer and hydration station have long since stopped working. Now she awaits the poison to take over fully. You're her memento mori another helpless creature awaiting death.

And yet, to her, you're still as radiant as the first day she met you.

Lagoona's grave will be in the sea. It's a last wish one you decide to honor. You kiss her on the cheek as she turns to you. Body half submerged in her home. She hugs you, with all the longing her frail corpse can muster. It's only too late when you notice that you too are being submerged. Dragged into the eternal depths. Lagoona refuses to part with you. This is her final gift, the last present she will give you. A quick and painless death. One with a comforting presence.

Her father used to tell her strange tales of bizarre men who'd come to their ancestrial home, seeking answers far too advanced for them. She wonders if she's had the answers all along. Maybe she just had to look a little deeper.

It doesn't matter now. For her final breaths, she is at peace. She is content to end like this. With you in her arms.

𓂀𓆣☥Cleo De Nile☥𓆣𓂀

Cleo likes to think she's come a long way from her former self. No longer an autocrat cheerleader with stary eyes and a need to be worshipped.

She likes to think she's filled out the role of queen, of sovereign, of absolute. 

She's done her dynasty proud...

Shattered and transformed herself into the perfect vessel. 

It's not until she catches her rogue reflection in the gleam of your eyes, that she realizes she's still the same. Eons have passed yet Cleo still remains the same frail cowardly daughter bearing the burden of the D'Nile name. 

You look every bit a queen, a sovereign, an absolute. You've grown to fill the role you never knew you had. 

Cleo bleeds gold. She always has. 

Little did she know, you did too. 

You always had.

There's a crushing weight, something that makes her long for entombment. "I wish I were a mere child once more." her tone is sand on sand. So faint you think it nothing more than a mirage of sound. Her head lays on your lap bleeding out her sins as she prays for the sun to melt her. Feeble, unstable thing she is. Hailing from a feeble unstable place.

Maybe it would do you both some good to forgo the past. To embrace a thundering, grotesque future. Maybe it's time to retire the thrones and gold bangles. Maybe it's time to depart. 

she laughs at such a preposterous notion. 

Cleo's Icoffine lays in a pool of shards and wires and golden beads. Her bandaged fingers wrapped tightly around your bicep, tugging you closer until the scent of spices and flora became overbearing. "it's...okay" you lie through the rage bubbling in your throat. Through the tears that sting the corners of your eyes. "It's not-it's...it's never been okay", the words feel like boulders crushing her bones. turning her body and bandages back to dust. 

You've known Cleo to always wear a broken crown. Funny how, after a millennia, the cracks still keep growing. Only now they bleed into her corpse, cut through bandages, and aim for the heart. You want to wipe her tears away. To whisper glory and purpose into her bejeweled ears.

Cleo lies on the golden floor. It's cold, frigid, she doesn't remember gold to be so unwelcoming, so petrifying. You pull her hand to your heart, hovering above her. Watching as she melts and hardens in the same breath. 

"Allow me the pleasure of death once more. Allow me the luxury of being the only monster you ever have to know." Cleo doesn't remember missing her sarcophagi so much. Her lungs fill with broken promises as her eyes sting from mulish obsoletes. "I've been so blind for so long." She confesses, free hand fiddling with the jewels on her blouse. Running them along her nails waiting to see which will scratch first. "As have I, there's no need to-" her voice is harsh as she sits up. The undead rising from its bejeweled grave. Her hands cup your face. She tries to be gentle, to cradle you like a flower petal. "I'm-I-" her breath hitches as her fractured mind screams. "I hate myself all so very much. Yet I love you with every bit of the heart I thought I lost all those millennia ago."

Chaos has a way of squirming through her veins. 

Her dreams are tainted in rubies, seeing you lying in the sand. 

The noise above is defining. She hates that she's not used to it by now. 

It can't be fair. 

The world can't take you from her. 

You're the only lifeline she has left. 

The only hope that remains. 

You tell Cleo you want to die one starless night, she understands the sentiment. You don't know why that makes you cry. Her lips leave phantom kisses across your eyelids. Spilling gold pleated secretes into your skin. Cleo wishes she kept you entombed next to her, rotting away far from every disaster. Yet she knows she can't, not now at least. You've morphed her into her purpose better than her omnipotent father and cruel sister ever could. With you by her side, she's truly become a queen, a sovereign, an absolute. While you rein above her, some all-knowing creature who she can't help but worship. 

Maybe someday, decades from now. 

The love you share will be dethroned

How unlikely such a feat seems.

Taglist: @hadesnewpersephone @feedmestraycats @deathangelraven @itotallysleepenough @yuuka29 @umgatochamadopercyval

[juneberrie]

MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A PARTNER WHO SLEEPS IN CLASS

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

would look over and be like 😟

pokes ur arm like "are u asleep?"

and then she realizes you are asleep and she laughs quietly

would probably write ur notes for you??? or like she'd move ur pen/pencil so there aren't random scribbles on your paper

"did u sleep well 😊" when u wake up

CLEO DE NILE

tbh she probably wouldn't notice for a good while

she'd go to ask you a question

and there you are with your head down, obviously asleep

she'd be like "oh 😒" and then just ask you her question later

if anyone near you is like making a ton of noise she'd glare at them and tell them to shut the fuck up

DRACULAURA

"oh!" when she realizes

she'd like giggle bc she thinks ur so cutie

and she'd probably just leave u be for a while until a few minutes until class ends and she'd be like "if u want i can ask frankie if you can borrow her notes" bc lets be honest she probably doesn't take notes

CLAWD WOLF

would probably let you use his jacket as a pillow or a blanket or something

don't expect him to let you copy his notes (he doesn't take any)

would try to explain what the teacher was yapping about but he's rlly bad at explaining so it sounds like "so this and ummm i think that and probably this too.... i think he said something about this?"

CLAWDEEN WOLF

would tap u bc she noticed ur head down and she's like "are u okay"

"oh they're asleep!"

if the teacher asks why ur head is down she'd be like "they have a headache" or smth

will let u copy her notes

glares at anyone breathing slightly too loud

"shut up can't u see theyre trying to sleep?? yeah thats what i thought"

DEUCE GORGON

okay so this bitch is kinda stupid

and he sees u asleep right

so he like pulls out an extra pair of sunglasses from his bag

and he sits you up and puts the glasses on you

bro is so proud of himself!!!

its so obvious you're asleep and then u get woken up bc the teacher is like "wtf"

HEATH BURNS

he'd be like "y/n! y/n!" and then realize ur asleep

and then very loudly go "OHHHHHHH YOU'RE ASLEEP"

so you probably get woken up tbh

he'd be like " 😨 sorry 😜"

either that or he'd notice and very loudly shush people

JACKSON JEKYLL

bro is in shock

how??? are you sleeping???? in class?????

he'd be really nervous for you

cause he doesn't want you to get in trouble for sleeping in class

when u wake up he tells you to get more sleep at night or something

HOLT HYDE

straight up would NOT care

bro was listening to his music and he like looks over and sees u asleep and he's like "okay!"

he'd probably draw on ur hand tbh or like ur paper

when u wake up he's like "omg hey" and would give u one of his airpods as yall walk to class

LAGOONA BLUE

she'd let you sleep

she wouldn't really notice but when she does she's like "awww" and moves ur notebook out of the way so she can write notes for u <3

[sweatybalsl]

GUYS MY HAIRY BALLS CAUGHT ON FIRE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, SHOULD I TRY TO LICK IT OR SOMETHING!?!!!!!!??? OWIIIEEEE IT HURTS SO BAD... I'M ON A CALL WITH THE AMBULANCE AND THE NURSE TALKING TO ME SOUNDS SO HAWT I NUTTED AND IT HURTS EVEN WORSE NOW I'M GOING TO DIE HELP ME I DONT WANT TO EMBARRASS THE NURSE, WHAT CAN I DO TO PULL HER!?!??!!!!!!???????

[tabathastan]

HELLOOO HELLOO‼️ I saw that you wrote for Clawdeen wolf ANNND I just couldn’t help but like IDK I CANT LET A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO REUQEST PASS YK (๑>؂•̀๑)

ANYWAAYYY I was curious if you would be totally down to write Clawdeen Wolf x Fem! Humanoid kitsune! Reader headcanons? LIKEE how Clawdeen would introduce her girlfriend to the main group of ghouls! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

ODJXID I JUST THINK IT WOULD TOTALLY BE SOOO CUTE o(≧∀≦)o

IF YOU FO THIS REQ THANK YOUU SM ‼️

I kinda wrote them in bullet list to make it easier and fun for me!

Clawdeen Wolf x Kitsune! Reader

You were very nervous to met her friends, scared that they wouldn’t like you since kitsune were very rare, like very rare.

Draculaura was very excited to met you, since Clawdeen told her a lot about you.

“Hello, Draculaura daughter of Dracula.”

“Hello, Draculaura. Im (Y/n).”

Draculaura thought you were a good match for her best friend after talking with you for a bit.

Frakie and Lagoona adored you too, as they never see a kitsune in real life then story books.

Cleo didn’t say much when meeting you for the first time.

You thought that she didn’t like you.

But she was just dying inside to met a kitsune in real life.

[therapy-ghost]

can you do hc's on Clawdeen Wolf x Non-binary werebear reader that's just like a massive teddy bear and is like hella soft and sweet to Clawdeen?(but they're a menace to her at the same time)🖤💜🖤💜

Compaired to clawdeen; you’re like a half a foot taller then her.

bear hugs; pun intended

The boys invite you to join the casket ball team and she cheers for you really loudly.

You keep her Level headed when her sister annoys her.

cuddles; lots of them.

when they say ‘your mood effects the whole room’ it effects her so much.

guard dog privileges for both of you.

when you cuddle, she plays with your ears.

Matching outfits!!!

she wil let you, and only you, put your head on top of hers.

[eras-mus]

hii ive had this idea for a while now and its basiclly a crossover with twst and monster high, it could be a clawdeen yuu or a operetta yuu or or a cleo yuu headcannons. but theres this other idea wity SIX the musical im not sure if youve seen it but you could do any of the wifes of your choosing but i would think it would be good if they were all platonic (especially with k howard)

I'm sorry but I'm not comfortable with doing the SIX Wives because they are based on real people!

I will do your Clawdeen, Cleo, and Operetta Yuu though!

-GN Reader

-Reader IS Yuu

Sorry it's short!

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Clawdeen! Yuu

- Everyone first thinks that Y/n is related to Jack, and both of them have to constantly correct people on that.

- Y/n is unbelievably good at keeping Ace and Deuce in control because of their siblings in their world

- They probably redesigned their uniform and made a new outfit for every unbirthday party

- As much as they get along with Vil their best friend is Epel. Y/n understands why Epel doesn't want to learn useless manners and dress impractically and Y/n is able to help him make clothes he likes and that Vil approves of

- Vargas loves that they aren't afraid of playing hard and would put them in the spell drive team if they had magic

- Y/n probably spends a lot of their time at the Savanna Claw Dorm, helping Ruggie, working out with Jack, and talking (bickering) with Leona

Cleo! Yuu

- The change of being in Twisted Wonderland was pretty hard for Y/n, not having their daddy's money and not having any respect like they did in their old world, but it didn't take long for the students of Night Raven to fear them.

- They easily became Crewels favorite, from their sense in fashion to the kindness that they only had for their friends. However, Crewel tends to get frustrated when they turn into a complete diva.

- As soon as they met Vil the two were inseparable. They did skin care together, shopped for new clothes (paid for by Vil), and even started vlogging on Magi-Cam.

-Speaking of Magi-Cam, they grew a following on their rather fast, partly thanks to Vil and partly because people were so interested in Y/n being a mummy

-Half way through the year Y/n was running the school and helping overblotted students without breaking a sweat.

-The Ramshackle dorm had never looked so extravagant, Y/n had to get it redone because it wasn't fit to their standards. (Honestly they probably broke down when they first found out they were staying there)

-A couple of students confessed their love to Y/n but they turned down each one because they were so loyal to their significant other in their original world

Operetta! Yuu

- Y/n loved the Ramshackle dorm, it reminded them of the catacombs of their old school, they were able to restore the building and kept a lot of the original features

- They play music at Mostro Lounge for extra money, because of this Azul and them are relatively close, if Y/n has any information on a student they don't like then they tell Azul

- During book two Y/n was able to shut the Savanna Claw students up so fast

- When Epel starts speaking in his southern accent, Y/n is the only one who can understand him and normally has to help translate

- Speaking of Epel, Y/n and him will play sports together and Y/n might teach him how to fight

- Vargas loves how competitive they are and finds it amusing to watch the magicless students beat up his spell drive team

- They're definitely Teirns favorite mainly because of their accent

[patukkaas]

Could you write like write a Clawdeen Wolf x Non-binary (afab) werebear reader that likes to dress masculine, but doesn't have very many clothes that fit well cause they don't have a chest binder? I feel like Clawdeen would make them hella outfits!🖤

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Clawdeen Wolf x Enby! Masc! Afab!Reader

Thank you for the request.

Unfortunately you didn't specify if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot but I will do headcanons since it's easier.

Also I'm sorry this is really short I didn't have many ideas for this.

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▪︎ She'd obviously support you when you came out to her.

▪︎ When you tell her you don't have a chest binder she'd try her best to save up so she could buy you one.

▪︎ My headcanon is that she wears a lot of masculine types of clothing so she would lend you some of her clothes.

▪︎ And ofcourse she'd buy you some new clothes with her own money to help you out.

▪︎ She'd defend you from anybody that tried to get in your business or insulted you or your clothing style.

▪︎ She'd give you tips on how to appear more masc while still being stylish.

▪︎ If you want to have short hair or just styled hair she'd help you decide in what kind of haircut you should get.

▪︎ She'd also help you make your chest look flatter without the binder if you ask her to.

▪︎ If you're feeling invalid or being insecure she'd always validate who you are and say she'll always love you no matter what.

▪︎ Any troubles you have with your gender she'll be there to help you and make you feel better.

▪︎ She'll look through binder options with you while making sure any binder that you're interested in is safe.

▪︎ She'd try learning about how binders work and how long it's safe to use for and the different types of binders.

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[asteriastarr]

Secrets

AN: This is my first post on tumblr, hope you enjoy and lemme know if you have any requests :)

POV: Deuce and Y/n trying to hide their relationship from their friends.

Three loud knocks rang through Deuces dorm, he quickly got up from his seat and opened the door slightly.

“Hello?” He spoke looking at the two monsters at his door. Infront of him stood Frankie and Clawdeen, he opened his door slightly more, holding the side of it.

“Hey Deuce, have you seen Y/n anywhere? We’ve been looking for her.” Clawdeen asked leaning over to glance around his room.

Deuce glanced to the left, moving his hand slightly before responding “Uhh, nope, haven’t seen her.”

“Oh. Well tell us if you do!” Clawdeen said as the two walked off.

Deuce quickly closed his door and turned to the left of him, he removed his hand from the mouth of the girl he was standing next to before laughing. “They almost caught us there babe.” He laughed as the girl giggled.

“Yeah, but they didn’t.” She responded gently placing a kiss on his lips.