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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.

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juneberrie · 1 month

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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

#liz’s writing ♡#monster high x reader #mh x reader #mh #monster high #lagoona blue x reader #holt hyde x reader #jackson jekyll x reader #heath burns x reader #deuce gorgon x reader #clawdeen wolf x reader #clawd wolf x reader #draculaura x reader #cleo de nile x reader #frankie stein x reader

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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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

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princess-odette · 2 years

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Monster high masterlist

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

Mood board credit @domxmarvel

Clawdeen Wolf

Cleo de Nile

Draculaura

Dating headcanons💖🌈 (Clawd x Reader x Draculaura)

Frankie Stein

Clawd Wolf

Cuddling headcannons 💛🌈

Cupid

Jackson Jekyll/ Holt Hyde

Operetta

Rochelle Goyle

#clawdeen x reader #cleo de nile x reader #draculaura x reader #frankie stein x reader #clawd wolf x reader #ca cupid x reader #rochelle goyle x reader #operetta x reader #jackson jekyll x reader #holt hyde x reader #monster high #monster high x reader

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boku-no-imagine-acadamia · 1 year

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may i have a short little G3 Frankie x Y/N first kiss drabble?

Frankie Stein X (GN) Reader First Kiss Drabble

"Hey (y/n)!" Frankie said, rushing towards you, their face lit up.

You turned from your locker, smiling, "Oh hey Frankie, whats up?"

They bounced slightly as they stood in front of you, "Wanna see this thing Cleo showed me?"

You laughed, closing your locker, "Sure, lets see it."

They grabbed your shoulders, and pulled you in roughly, lips colliding and moving stiffly. You gasped as your cheeks warmed as Frankie pulled back

"Isn't that neat!" they said, shaking your shoulders slightly as you tried to recover, "Cleo said that it's a way to show your favorite person that you love them!"

You looked at them, face heating up hotter, "Uh, I-I'm flattered you care about me, but Cleo meant love in... a romantic way. Not in a friend way."

Frankie deflated, "Oh... But... what if I do love you in a romantic way, then can I kiss you?"

You shrug, "well, I-I guess yeah."

They grin at you, "Oh! Ok then!" And pull you in for another quick peck. You look at them, and your red cheeks break out into a grin, pulling them back in for another, more gentle, kiss.

man I got this one out in like 20 minutes, im impressed with myself

Asks Are Open!

#frankie stein x reader #frankie stein #monster high #monster high x reader #cleo de nile #nonbinary #g3 monster high #monster high gen 3 #frankie stein g3 #mh #mh gen 3 #gen 3 frankie stein x reader #g3 frankie stein #g3 frankie stein x reader #dracula

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fr4nkie0stein · 5 months

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The 12 days of fluffmas, day 6 - watching holiday movies with Frankie Stein

Pairing: Frankie Stein x gender neutral reader (can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Content warning(s): none that I can think to add

As always, although I only write for the Gen 1 Monster High characters, I use they/them pronouns when referring to Frankie

Even though Frankie hadn’t been alive for that long, that didn’t diminish their holiday spirit in any way

In fact, it made it so much bigger if nothing else

They were determined to experience every single little tradition or custom, even if they weren’t quite sure where to start

Luckily for Frankie, they had you there to help them out

You suggested that the two of you have a movie marathon where you only watch holiday films as a way to help get the two of you into the spirit

Of course they enthusiastically agreed, practically jumping for joy in anticipation

You brought out all of your favorite movies, including some of the classics

After making sure you were set on snacks, you put in the first movie and both settled in

Frankie stared in awe at the holiday fun being portrayed on the screen, not daring to tear their eyes away for a single second, worried they might miss something

Occasionally they would stop to ask you a question about something that was happening in the movie, but for the most part they were silent as they watched

You smile softly to yourself at the sight of them being so happy, glad that you were able to give them an experience that they’d never forget

☆ The 12 days of fluffmas ☆

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yandere-monster-high · 2 years

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Could you do yandere Frankie headcannons

THE NEW MONSTER HIGH MOVIE DOES NOT EXIST, DO NOT MENTION IT TO ME! I DON'T CARE FOR THE DIRECTOR AND DON'T CARE FOR ANY OF THE LEAKED VIDEOS OF THE MOVIE! WE DO NOT SPEAK OF IT

Requested: May 11, 2022

She adores you

Anytime you're near her sparks go off

Sometimes she even tends to stumble over her own words

She's 100000% a stalker

She knows everything there is to know about you

Your dislikes, likes, favorite candy, favorite show, pet[s] name[s], favorite smell, etc

She stares at you a lot and tends to space out

She doesn't tend to get jealous, but her friends would say otherwise

She complains to them about any problems she's having that involve you

Her friends are kind of tired of hearing about you

"Y/n this" or "Y/n that" or "Y/n likes these" etc etc

She is usually pretty busy, but when she's not, she expects you to be free too

She believes your world should revolve around her, just like hers does with you

She loves doing your makeup, hair, nail, etc,.

Not to mention sleepovers

Her favorite thing to do is going out to eat with you, just the two of you

When you both hold hands, sometimes her hand will become loose and you might even end up walking without her

She tends to get distracted fairly easy, especially if she sees anything that reminds her of you

She matches with you a lot

She just thinks it's a cute couple thing

You're both just a cute couple, no matter what you may think

#Frankie Stein #Frankie #Yandere Frankie #Yandere Frankie Stein #Frankie x Reader #Frankie Stein x Reader #Yandere Frankie x Reader #Yandere Frankie Stein x Reader #Monster High #Yandere Monster High #Monster High x Reader #Yandere Monster High x Reader

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underqualified-human · 2 years

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Frankie Stein Dating Headcanons

→ Request: Hey!! Could I get some Frankie Stein x Reader head canons?

Thank you!

→ A/N:

→ Warnings:

→ Fandom: Monster High

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them [for both Frankie and the reader]

Study dates!

You guys help each other with most things

They talk about their recent experiment with you a lot and would be really interested if you talk about your hobbies with them

Cooking for/with each other is a big part of the relationship

You guys keep getting weirder and weirder recipes to try out

You two help each other get out of trouble a lot of the time

You help introduce them to a lot of new things about the world and answer any of their questions

#aries writing #x reader #monster high #monster high x reader #frankie stein #frankie stein x reader #mh #mh x reader #mh frankie #monster high headcanons #monster high fanfiction #monster high frankie

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nightmare-dreamt · 11 months

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Headcanons for Monster high main ghouls + Deuce and Clawd when the first "I love you" is said please :)

Also love your work <3

Monster High Headcanons: First I Love You

Draculaura:

You said it first… kinda? You told her on her birthday, which also happened to be Valentine's day... the day of love

It was a typical romance moment with a whole event planned out just for your guys moment, except when she made it to you, a soft 'I Love You' escaped her lips causing a frown on your face to form.

Immediate worry was on her face when seeing your reaction, but you explained that you were planning to say that to her. In the end, the moment was 9/10 and neither of you are ever going to forget about it.

Frankie Stein:

They said it first, but it happened before the two of you were together.

It was a normal day for the two of you, just attending your classes when Frankle came over with confused look on their face. You asked them what was wrong, but blushed when hearing the answer.

It seemed that Frankie didn't know what love is and really wanted to know by finding someone to show it to them. You were confused, not really sure of how to explain it, but helped them anyway by going around showing things that made them happy and feeling a strange feeling within them.

On your way back to the dorm, Frankie started to name all of the things that they loved and that gave them that weird feeling. You had a smile on your face, listening softly, but stopped when the following words came out of their mouth.

'I love you, you make me have this weird feeling'

Y/n.exe has stopped working

Clawdeen Wolf:

She said it when confessing after you spent months trying to get her brother to notice you.

It was well known within your guys friend group about your feelings for Clawd, but he was with Draculaura and the two loved each other greatly. You tried to hide your feelings, but the more you did, the more it hurt. You didn't know who to talked to, thinking that no one would understand the pain your going through, but one girl understood.

"You need to let him go," Clawdeen stated, staring at her brother smiling at the pink haired girl in front of him. Y/n signed, "I know, but it's just hard watching someone you love go off and love someone else."

"I understand how you feel," Clawdeen whispered. Y/n turned with a confused look, "You do? Who do you love, Clawdeen?"

"You."

Cleo De Nile:

You said it after another one of her breakups with Deuce, sadly this one seemed permanent as the two refused to speak with each other and began moving on.

Cleo was in your dorm room crying her eyes out, upset with the breakup needing the comfort of her friend. Unknown to her, you felt pain every time seeing her upset like this knowing you could treat her better then whatever she had with the Gorgon.

"You should stop crying Cleo, your makeup will get ruined," Y/n exclaimed, wiping the tears away off of her face. Cleo sniffled, "Who cares, Deuce and I are over. There isn't a point in dressing up anymore."

"You can't just change yourself because of someone, there are many other people out there who love you and will care for you more than he ever could," Y/n stated. Cleo looked up, "Who?"

"Me."

Deuce Gorgon:

He said it first and the two of you were on a date together, celebrating your three month anniversary of officially being together.

Everything was beautiful, he arranged a nice candlelight dinner for the two of you were you guys could spend hours together staring into each other's eyes. That was his plan after all, but things took a turn when seeing you looking all dressed up, falling for you all over again.

"Wow," He whispered. Y/n smiled, "Do you like it?"

"I love it… I love you…" Deuce muttered.

Clawd Wolf:

He said it first on accident during one of his games that has been a worry for him and the team.

It was the last quarter with barely any time left on the clock. Clawd was rushing around on the court trying to score one last shot that would get them the lead. Watching their boyfriend play, Y/n stood in the crowd cheering for him, being the loudest in the crowd.

When making the final shot, the buzzer went off causing everyone to go crazy, including your boyfriend who ran around. When reporters talked with him asking what his motivation was, he only had one answer for them.

"That's easy, my partner Y/n," Clawd answered with a smile on his face. "They're the love of my life and they motivate me everyday to keep pushing forward and to keep going."

#x reader #headcanon #request #monster high #Monster high #clawdeen wolf #monster high x reader #draculara #frankie stein #cleo de nile #Clawd Wolf #Deuce Gorgon #deuce gorgon

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