#himewrites

[monsterhime]

well how bout Operetta and Holt :)?

Of course! :)

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The best thing about Operetta is that she understands. She's not the nicest or the softest, not at all, but she knows how it is. She knows what it's like to be pushed off to the side and treated like...well, like a monster. When Holt tells her about how he grew up ignored, unwanted, with toys that just weren't him and clothes that buttoned up too high, she's oddly sympathetic. She tells him that her empathy with this kind of stuff runs in the family, you could say, and puts on another record. The mix of eclectic percussion and twangy guitars resonates in his ears, his blood pumping to the beat, and he lays his head in her lap.

When he thanks her for listening (nobody listens), she just dismisses it with an "It's nothin', suga," and that's that. She might get it, but that doesn't mean he gets to make a fuss about it. They spend a lot of late nights like that, with Holt's head in her lap, never-still lips spilling confession after confession, with the music embedded deep in their veins. 

[monsterhime]

ohh could you do another drabble on that chubby!frankie headcanon with jackson?? i know you wrote one nsfw but this one can be sfw of course! ! ! i just adore that headcanon. ;u;

I adore that headcanon, too. :) Mostly I think it wouldn't change the conventions of their relationship, though, so this is mainly just going to be a regular drabble? Idk I don't see Frankie being self-conscious about it and it sure wouldn't make any difference for Jackson, so it's essentially the same pairing except with a chubby Frankie. :)

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Frankie was all for getting all dressed up and going out, but what she loved best was sitting at home. Not her home, Jackson's, on his floor in front of the television, watching shows and playing games. She loved being there and the awkward, quiet way he would creep his hand over to hers when he wanted to hold it, like he was still terrified to after all this time. Luckily for him, she always snatched it up when it got close.

The best thing about being at Jackson's, though, was getting to wear his clothes. Her boyfriend had gotten tall over the years, lanky but with a subdued elegance that always caught her off guard. His shirts were small, but they fit and clung when she wore them, hugging her curves in ways that made him blush when she came out of the bathroom with a loud "ta-da!". The way he sputtered and looked at his shoes was adorable. The way his eyes darted over her whenever he could spare a glance was even better.

[monsterhime]

Big shocker here, Frankie/Jackson

Oh man, bless you, I don't care if it's predictable I never want to stop talking about them. 

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It's a relief, being with her. Even Holt was calmer, and it was nice to wake up without the new bruises and bad taste in his mouth that came from his other half's reckless habits. Waking up was easier knowing that he would go to school and see her, would get to hold her hand and feel the little jolts that went through his hand when she got excited. 

They go out after school to cafes and bookstores, Jackson shows her all his favorite comics and she learns all the characters. She laughs wholeheartedly at the funny parts and tears up when the characters are in peril. It's not like trying to show these things to Heath, who laughed at every serious moment. Frankie takes it all in and she understands, she feels, she truly experiences and doesn't try to cover anything up. Being with her feels like being adrift in a calm sea after a long storm. 

The best thing about her, though, is how she talks to him. She never talks like other girls in high school do, like graduation is a milestone and a clean slate. She talks about college options, where he wants to go, and she wants to come to an agreement on the school. She talks like he's a permanent fixture in her life, and it's reassuring. Jackson's life has been tumultuous between his unstable mother, the changing locations, and the Holt debacle. He thinks it's nice to have something solid for once, to be able to wake up every morning knowing that he's going to be holding her hand, watching sparks play over it.

[monsterhime]

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Twyleeeen

For the longest time, the whole Wolf family thought that Howleen had finally lost it. She was always talking about her girlfriend, about how she was coming over for dinner/staying the night/coming over to watch a movie, and she never showed up. After a while, Clawdeen teased her about making up a girlfriend. Howleen had stomped and yelled and locked Clawdeen out of their room, but still no girlfriend showed up. Weeks went by, then months, and Howleen said she was shy. Her name was Twyla, she had hair like sea foam and galaxies, and her eyes shone even at night. But, she was shy, and she liked to hide when they came in the room.

After months of this "imaginary girlfriend" staying over, Clawdeen took measures into her own hands. She told Howleen she'd be over at Draculaura's for the night, she should invite her girlfriend over since the room would be all hers. Waiting outside the door, she heard it. A very soft voice, saying things that made Howleen erupt into peals of laughter. When she burst through the door, she got a brief glimpse of a small wisp of a girl. Just one glance, and then she dove under the bed. Clawdeen never doubted her existence again.

[monsterhime]

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Cleo/Ghoulia :D no one is surprised

Ghoulia gets things, she always has. She gets math, science, physics, and even the way that Cleo puts on airs to cover up her own insecurities. What she doesn't get is the way Cleo looks at her. Normally when people look at her, it means they're disgusted. Zombies aren't really fan favorites around here, but she's used to it. But the way Cleo looks at her...it's different. It's like she's never seen anything like her before, like she's exotic and beautiful and Ghoulia wants to ask Cleo if she's confused, because the way she sees it Cleo is the one who's perfect. Slender, tan, and dark-haired with bright eyes, everyone looks at Cleo the way Cleo looks at her.

It would make her uncomfortable, except for the fact that those looks end in soft kisses and barely audible compliments, and that makes it worth the awkward pauses. When they lay in bed together later, Cleo tells her that they didn't make girls like her where she comes from. She's soft where Cleo is angles and bones, a perfect yin to her yang. Ghoulia groans and slides under the blankets. She never was good at taking compliments.