#monster high fluff

[myloveobbsessed]

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: A bit suggestive (just kissing really)

Characters: Jackson Jekyll x femreader

Notes: none

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Mindlessly you hit your finger against the table creating a light tapping sound in the room. Your eyes lazily trail up to the clock watching as the seconds go by. With a roll of your eyes you let out a deep sigh and slouch over your desk.

Your gaze now traveling to your boyfriends figure that sits a few inches away from you who is hunched over his own desk his pencil swiftly writing over some papers which you assume is his homework.

You had gotten the two of you landed in detention by conving your half-monster to skip class with you. Though clearly you were caught and now serving your punishments. And since you had stepped into the room he has not spoken a word to you.

“Pssst…Babeeee” you whisper attempting to get his attention. You glance over to a sleeping Madprof to see if he heard, though his snoring cleared you. “Babe are you still mad at me?…im sorry”

Jackson takes a glimpse of you. Both your eyes meeting for a moment before he looks back down at his paper. Erupting a small pout from you. “Jacksonnn don't ignore me….” after another moment of silence only snoring and the sound of pencil on paper you get up out your seat quickly making it beside him.

you place your hand over his moving one halting his writing. Finally Jackson turns his head to look at you his brows furrowed and his downturned lips his voice in a whisper. “this is my third detention this week.”

“I know I'm sorry but...youre the one who agrees to go with me. You could just say no” your thumb softly circles his soft skin.

“You always make me feel guilty when I don't” you chuckle at his words bringing his hand up to your lips and kissing his palm making him drop the pencil and his cheeks run a light shade of pink. “Hm do I?”

You sit yourself down on his lap making yourself comfortable your legs on either side and your arms wrapping around his neck.

Jackson’s eyes go wide behind his glasses, his entire body going stiff beneath you as you settle into his lap. “Wh-What are you doing?” he hisses in a whisper, clearly panicking despite the way his hands instinctively land on your waist his eyes flickering from you to the sleeping Madprof.

You grin, leaning in just enough so your noses almost touch. “Making it up to you,” you say sweetly. “You said I always make you feel guilty? Well… now I’m gonna make you feel special.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but your fingers are already brushing up into his hair, playing with the soft strands at the nape of his neck. You can see his resolve breaking piece by piece his eyes flicker to your lips, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

“W-we shouldn't be doing this. We could be caught” his cheeks now as red as apple you chuckle your mouth inching closer to his neck. “Doing what? This?” your tounge shoots out to lick his neck, Jackson jumps a bit in response and you feel his hands squeeze you a little.

His lowly whimpers your name trying to keep his composure. “I-Im serious.” you pull back a bit then looking being you to the still unconscious teacher, rolling your eyes you look back at your boyfriend. “he's sleeping. As long as we stay quiet he will continue to sleep.

You slip his glasses off his face to prevent them from getting fogged up or in the way, then connect your lips with his.

Jackson gasps softly against your lips, caught off guard by the sudden kiss. but he doesn’t push you away instead, he melts just a little, his shoulders relaxing under your touch.

Your lips move slowly against his, teasing and unhurried, drawing him in despite the nervous tension humming through his body. You feel him kiss you back with a bit more urgency before pulling away just enough to whisper, “You’re gonna get me in trouble again…”

You smile, brushing your nose against his. “Only if you keep making those cute noises.” you connect your lips with his again. Your fingers curling in his hair and tounge brushing over his lips to ask for entrance. Without a second thought Jackson parts them seemingly no longer worried about the teacher. Instead fully immsered with you. your tounge immediately dominating over his and a soft moan leaving your throat.

The two of you pull away for a moment to catch your breaths a thing string a spit connecting you. Eyes not starting from one another. About to join once again your little make out session is cut off by a sudden loud voice startling the both of you.

“Smooching in my class are ya!. This is detention not your bedrooms”

You quickly get off. Jackson lap as he immediately straightens up his face flushed but from embarrassment this time.

“Thats one week of detention. For the both you you’s!”

Jackson sighs hitting his head down on the desk as you sit back at yours.

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[fr4nkie0stein]

pls can we have holt/jackson dating witch gn reader where they get into a fight but ends with fluff I understand if not but thank you for reading :)

Yes of course! Please enjoy :3

Apology Accepted

Pairings: Holt Hyde x gender neutral witch reader, Jackson Jekyll x gender neutral witch reader

Summary: when you and Holt get into a fight, Jackson takes over to help apologize

Content warning(s): mentions of a fight, fluffy ending as requested :3

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You loved both of your boyfriends, but sometimes Holt could be a bit much. Take for example earlier that day. You'd been trying to practice some spells for homework but kept getting distracted because of how loud his music was.

Holt got upset when you asked him to turn it down, and it escalated into a fight pretty quickly. You grabbed your stuff and left, deciding to finish your work somewhere else. Part of you wanted to go back and apologize, but your pride wouldn't let you, especially when it was technically his fault.

"Hey," Jackson's soft voice called out as he hesitantly approached you. "I just wanted to come and apologize. I- I know it wasn't my fault, technically, but I still feel really bad."

A faint smile formed on your face at his attempted apology. "It's fine. I'm not that upset, I just needed to get some air. I forgive you, both of you, so don't worry."

It was as if a weight had been lifted from Jackson's shoulders. Sure, he wasn't the one who caused you to be upset, but he still couldn't help but feel just a tad bit guilty for it happening. "Good, I'm glad to hear it. Do- do you want to hang out again, maybe?"

You let out a quiet chuckle at his bashful nature. No matter how long you'd been together, he still always got so nervous around you. "Absolutely. I'd love nothing more."

Fin ××

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[myloveobbsessed]

HHello, can I ask about Heath Burns with a boyfriend who goes to Monster High's rival school and during a competition discovers the truth and about how the principal of the other school puts a lot of pressure on his students to win.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Heath Burns x male!reader

Notes: (l/n) - last name

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(y/n) never really liked competitions. You liked Heath. You liked hanging out by the casketball courts, trading dumb jokes, pretending to be annoyed when Heath set your sleeve on fire again. But when your school principal signed you up for the big interschool tournament against Monster High, suddenly you were wearing the team colors and being reminded every five minutes that your team had to win.

“You’re our best shot, (y/n),” Principal Spector hissed, pacing the locker room. His shadowy figure loomed over the whole team, every word like a curse. “Do not embarrass this school. Victory is the only option. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” the team chorused.

You muttered it half a beat late, stomach twisting.

The actual competition was chaos Monster High against your school, claws and spells and tricks flying every direction. Heath was in the middle of it, shouting “Go team!” and nearly setting the scoreboard ablaze. And then he spotted you across the arena.

“Babe! Looking good in that uniform!” Heath called, waving like they weren’t supposed to be mortal enemies for the next two hours.

You slightly flushed, but before you could wave back, his coach barked, “Eyes on the game, (l/n)!”

They won their first round. Then the second. But instead of celebrating, you watched the other students on your team slump under the weight of the principal’s glare. One kid missed a shot and immediately got benched. Another tripped, and the principal hissed, “Failure,” loud enough for everyone to hear.

By the time the finals came around, your chest hurt worse than any bruise. You glanced over at the Monster High team laughing, cheering each other on, win or lose and then at his your teammates, who looked like prisoners in matching jerseys.

When Heath caught his eye again, grinning that goofy grin that said I believe in you no matter what, something in you cracked.

The final whistle blew. Instead of going for the winning shot, you stopped dead center, ball in hand. The crowd roared, confused. He turned and tossed the ball not toward the goal, but back to Heath, who caught it midair in stunned silence.

“What are you doing?!” his coach shrieked.

Your voice shook, but you raised it anyway: “I’m done! I’m not breaking myself or anyone else for some fake trophy just to make you look good.”

The arena fell quiet. Even Heath stared, blinking like he couldn’t believe it. Then, slowly, he started clapping. Frankie joined in. Clawdeen. Draculaura. Soon the whole Monster High side of the bleachers was cheering.

Principal Spector’s eyes blazed. “You’ll regret this,(l/n).”

But you just crossed the arena to Heath, who immediately threw an arm around him, fire still crackling at his fingertips.

“Hot take, babe,” Heath whispered, grinning ear to ear. “But also the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

You laughed, shaky but lighter than you'd felt in months.

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[myloveobbsessed]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ ✧ :˚̣⋅

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: 18+, MDNI (really only kissing and dry humping)

Characters: Heath Burns x fem!reader

Notes: none

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ ✧ :˚̣⋅

You and Heath had been friends for years.

Long enough for you to watch him flirt constantly and fail every single time. It had almost become embarrassing to witness.

You wouldn’t say you had a huge crush on him… but every time you saw him trying to win over some girl, something in your chest twisted unpleasantly.

Jealousy, maybe.

You had tried dropping hints before little things here and there but he always seemed to brush them off like you were just being nice.

So, you figured… he just didn’t see you that way.

And now?

Now his newest crush was your sister.

Abbey.

That alone was enough to make your mood sour.

Heath was currently sprawled across your bed, staring up at the ceiling like he owned the place, while you sat at your desk across the room, trying to focus on your homework.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

Then suddenly-

“Hey, dude… is your sister a good kisser?!”

Your pencil froze mid-sentence.

Slowly, very slowly, you turned your head to look at him.

“…What?”

“I just wanna know,” he said casually, a grin spreading across his face. “So I can start practicing if I need to. You know I really wanna wow her when she kisses me.”

A small frown tugged at your lips.

You turned back to your work, though your focus was completely gone.

“Ew. I don’t know,” you muttered. “And I doubt that’ll ever happen anyway.”

Heath’s tone turned slightly whiny.

“Oh, c’mon. You don’t think I have a chance?”

You rolled your eyes, glancing back at him.

“Heath… I just don’t think she’s that interested in you.”

Your words didn’t discourage him in the slightest.

“Well, I’ll just make her interested,” he said confidently. “So-should I use tongue or no tongue? Does she like-”

You immediately held up a hand, face scrunching in disgust.

“First of all, I don’t know. And second I really don’t want to picture you or her doing anything like that.”

You pushed your chair back and stood, walking over to him.

“And anyway,” you added, crossing your arms, “you’ve never even had your first kiss. You’d probably be terrible at it.”

Heath sat up slightly, clearly offended.

“Hey harsh!”

You let out a small laugh and sat down beside him on the bed.

“I’m just saying,” you shrugged. “Your first kiss should be with someone you actually like… and they should like you back.”

You went quiet for a moment, your gaze drifting slightly as you thought.

Then, a little more casually than you felt, you added “Though… if you want some practice…”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

“I could help.”

Heath blinked.

“…Wait,” he said slowly, turning his head toward you. “You’re serious?”

You shrugged, trying to look casual.

“I mean, yeah. It’s not a big deal. Just… practice.”

He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, like he was trying to figure out if you were messing with him.

“…Huh.”

There was a pause. then a grin slowly spread across his face.

“Well, I mean… if you’re offering,” he said, scooting a little closer. “Wouldn’t wanna go in unprepared.”

Your heart skipped, but you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not!” he shot back quickly. “You’re the one who offered!”

You huffed softly, but didn’t move away.

He leaned in slightly, then hesitated.

“…Wait,” he said. “What if I mess up?”

You looked at him, a small, almost soft smile tugging at your lips.

“Then I’ll just have to teach you again.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Heath leaned in slowly at first before his lips brushed yours. It was clumsy, short, and barely even a kiss before he pulled back.

You swallowed trying to ignore how warm your face felt. “See?” you said quietly. “Terrible”

He frowend slightly immediately protesting “Hey that wasn't fair I didn't even get the real try!”

You chuckle a little and raise a brow. “Oh? Then try again”

This time he didn't hesitate as much. He leaned in his hand lightly bracing against the bed beside you as your lips met yours a second time.

This time it lasted a little longer before he pulled away staring at you he felt himself get hot. Though he tried to ignore that. “How was that one? Was I better? you think Abbey will like it?”

Hearing him still talking about her you let out a small irritated huff. “Not good enough. Try again.”

You don't wait for him to close in, immediately connecting your lips again you taking the lead. Your hands move to his face before one slides to the back of his head lightly pushing him further against your lips.

You pull away slightly giving him a chance to breathe his eyes stare wide back into your hooded ones. He struggles to get out words though doesn't get the chance.

“More tongue I like that.”

Your lips connect once more your tongue slips into his open mouth exploring his wet cavern and meeting with his own fleshy muscle.

Your body presses against his as you push him to lie back on your bed. Heaths firey head seems to ignite more further his body feeling hot his cheeks burning a bright red. Never having experienced this before and never thought to.

His hands frantically wave around as you climb ontop of him sitting a bit too low on his abdomen grabbing grabbing his hand and placing them on your hips.

Feeling him give you a light squeeze a moan of his name slips out of your mouth.

Not a few seconds later you start to feel something porodding at your ass. You slightly pull away from him. “Still thinking about her”

The boy seemed to be in a daze a goofy smile on his face. “About who? Oh Abbey?”

You suck your teeth connecting your lips. And began to rock your hips against his clothed half-hardened cock. Feeling him jolt by your sudden actions. His hands heating up against your skin.

The friction between your bodies sends a jolt of electricity through you, your hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm against the growing hardness beneath you. Every time he tries to stammer out Abbey's name you swallow the syllable with your mouth, kissing him harder, deeper, pouring every ounce of your hidden longing into the contact.

You pull away but don’t stop your movements.

“I love you Heath..”

That confession hits him like a physical blow, instantly stopping his stuttering about Abbey. His fiery eyes widen dramatically, his hands burning dangerously hot against your hips his panic shifting from confusion to absolute shock. For the boy who had spent years chasing your sister, realizing his best friend the gorgeous girl grinding on him was deeply in love with him completely short-circuits his brain.

my hips move faster and harsher ignoring the slight searing pain from his hands as I speed up feeling his grip tighten on me my own hands move to his shoulders to stabilize myself*

“I’ve loved you for so long..but all you want is Abbey.”

You attempt to bite back your moans as to not let Abbey hear the two of you though small whimpers still escape.

“What does she have that I don’t huh?”

Heath's head thrashes back against the pillows, his eyes glazed and unfocused as the rapid friction of your hips sends waves of heat through his entire nervous system. He looks completely undone, by the sheer intensity of the moment.

When you ask that question, his breath hitches, a broken, ragged sound.

“Heath..” your voice now quiet, a tad whiny and suddenly so close to his reddened ear making him shiver.

“Please say something” you feel a knot in your stomach tighten. The bed creaks faintly as his hips began to lift and meet your rhythm.

his breath comes in shallow, jagged stabs that heat the air between your chests. The name 'Abbey' is right there, on the tip of his tongue, a habit he's had for years but as your voice whispers into his ear, the very thought of her feels suddenly distant. enamored by the overwhelming, searing reality of you.

His hands suddenly clutch you impossibly tighter, pulling you down against him with a desperate, possessive need. His hips buck upward in a clumsy, needy motion, meeting your grinding with a raw urgency he's never shown before "Y-you-"

after a particularly rough thrust from him the knot in your stomach snaps. accidentally moaning out loud as your orgasm hits you hard.

The force of your release drags him right over the edge with you. With a choked, broken shout of your name his body snaps tight beneath you. His hips jerk up violently, grinding into you as he comes a dark spot appearing on his pants, his fingers gripping your hips with bruising, burning heat.

You slump against him his own body relaxing as well. You both stay like that before you slowly sit up breathing heavily still in a moment of euphoria. Though you ask him.

“Still thinking about her?”

Heath lies beneath you, chest heaving, his face flushed a deep, glowing red. His hair is a disaster, sticking up in every direction and a tad still aflame. and his hands rest limp on your thighs. For a long, agonizing moment, he just stares up at you, his eyes wide and unfocused, completely dazed.

He finally blinks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard, The thought of Abbey seems miles away, destroyed by the heat of the moment. shaking his head slowly. "No..." he rasps, voice hoarse.

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You stare in your mirror your shirt lifted to see the imprints of two hands on your hips. “Well those will be there for weeks”. Your gaze drifts to your fiery headed boyfriend who sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“My bad”

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗

[myloveobbsessed]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝?

· · ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── · · · · ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── ··

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Abbey Bombidable x fem!reader

Notes: none

· · ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── · ·· · ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── · ·

Not many monsters could catch Abbey’s attention. You’d have to stand out in some way. But nothing about you exactly screamed “look at me!.” You were just another average student at Monster High.

And yet, somehow, you still managed to catch the yeti’s eye. She just couldn’t understand why. In her mind, you couldn’t possibly share her feelings. After all, just yesterday she had given you a compliment… and you walked away.

Abbey spotted you sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, your nose buried in a book as usual. With a small huff, she approached.

“You read too much,” she said plainly, looming over you. “Your eyes will fall out of your head.”

You raised your head, gave her a sour look, and stood up without a word, slipping away.

In mountains, reading is rare. Books freeze. You are lucky your brain is large like yak. Big yak brain is strong. Good for survival.

And then today, when she tried to comment on your outfit…

“Your outfit looks… very cheap,” Abbey said matter-of-factly.

You shut your locker door, startled to find her standing right behind it. Your brows furrowed slightly at her words.

“Excuse me?”

She tilted her head, unbothered. “In mountains, we use cloth like this to wrap potatoes. Keep them warm in snow.”

You scoffed, frowning. “Are you really comparing me to a sack of potatoes?”

Abbey nodded without hesitation, missing the irritation in your voice. “Potatoes are life source in mountains. They keep you alive all winter. To be potato is highest honor.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at her seriousness. “Well, I don’t want to be a potato. Ever heard the saying ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all’?”

A small frown tugged at Abbey’s lips as she realized you thought she was mocking you. She opened her mouth to explain, but you were already turning away, storming down the hall.

The rest of the ghouls witnessing Abbey’s trouble with her crush decide to help her out.

Later that day in the Coffin Bean, Abbey sat slumped at the table, arms crossed, her usual confidence replaced with a rare frown.

“I do not understand,” she grumbled. “I give compliments. Nice ones. They walk away angry every time.”

Frankie tilted their head, sparking a little. “Uh… what exactly did you say?”

“Yesterday, I told them they had big brain like yak. Strong brain. And today, I compared outfit to potato sack. Potatoes keep you alive in mountain winters. Very flattering.”

The whole table went quiet.

Clawdeen winced. “Abbey, sweetie… those aren’t compliments.”

“They are in mountains!” Abbey shot back, confused and frustrated. “Big yak brain means smart. Potato means dependable food. Why they not see this?”

Draculaura giggled, covering her mouth. “Because here, calling someone a potato is… not so romantic.”

Ghoulia scribbled quickly in her notebook and held it up: Translation problem.

Frankie snapped their fingers. “Exactly! Abbey, you’re speaking Mountain Yeti, not Monster High. You gotta learn how to compliment in their language.”

Abbey tilted her head, suspicious. “So what? I lie?”

“No, no!” Clawdeen leaned forward, smiling. “Just… adjust. Instead of saying their outfit looks like a potato sack, say it looks fierce. Or instead of comparing them to a yak, say they’re brainy or sharp.”

Draculaura clapped her hands. “Ooh! Even better, show them, Abbey. Do something sweet instead of saying something confusing!”

Abbey’s frown softened just a little, though she still looked uncertain. “In mountains, words are cold. Actions keep you warm. Maybe… maybe I try action.”

The ghouls grinned.

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The sound of approaching footsteps reached your ears, followed by the faint clearing of a throat. Looking up from your table, your eyes landed on a familiar face, and your brows furrowed slightly.

“Hello… did you come up with something else about me to make fun of?” you asked, voice edged with skepticism.

Abbey shook her head. “No.” Without another word, she slid into the seat beside you and pushed a small, wrapped container across the table.

Inside was a steaming portion of her favorite warm potato stew.

Your gaze flicked down at it, confusion clear in your expression. “For me?”

Abbey nodded. “Yes. It is my favorite. I hope you like potato stew as well.”

You blinked, taken aback by the unexpected kindness, especially after the way she had spoken to you before. “Oh… thank you. I… I like potato stew.”

Carefully, you unwrapped the container, the rich aroma rising up to greet you. Before you could take a bite, Abbey’s low voice pulled your attention back to her.

“I apologize if what I say sounds like taunting,” she said. “I only mean good things. I swear.”

Your fingers paused on the spoon, eyes lifting to meet hers. There was no sarcasm in her icy blue stare, no hidden smirk. Just sincerity, heavy and awkward, but real.

You hesitated, then took a bite. The warmth spread through you almost instantly rich, hearty, comforting in a way you didn’t expect.

“This is… really good,” you admitted, surprised.

Abbey’s shoulders relaxed, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Of course it is. Potatoes are strongest food. Like you.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if that was another odd insult or not. “…Strongest food?”

She nodded with the seriousness only Abbey could muster. “Yes. They survive cold, snow, storms. Always there when you need them. In mountains, potatoes mean strength and life. When I say you are like potato… it is highest compliment.”

For a long moment, you just stared at her. Then, against your better judgment, a laugh escaped. Not mocking just warm.

Abbey’s brows furrowed, a flicker of defensiveness crossing her face. “You laugh at me?”

“No,” you shook your head quickly, smiling despite yourself. “I just… finally get it. You weren’t trying to insult me.”

Her expression softened again, relief breaking through the icy edge. “No. Never. I would not waste words on someone who means nothing.”

That made your cheeks warm, and you quickly looked back down at the stew.

Abbey leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm as she watched you eat. “I am glad you like it. I want to try again with words you understand.”

You tilted your head curiously. “Yeah? Like what?”

She thought for a long moment, then said slowly, “Your laugh… is warm. Like fire on cold night. I like it.”

This time, you didn’t laugh. You just smiled really smiled at her. “That was… actually nice, Abbey.”

Her cheeks colored faintly, and she gave a proud little nod.

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[myloveobbsessed]

Hello Could you make a scenario, drabble, headcannon or whatever you want about Heath Burns dating a monster boy and how he would deal with his social insecurity? Because it's obvious that he is very manipulable due to the opinions of others

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Heath Burns x Malemonster reader

Notes: Heath with reader who had social insecurities.

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At first Heath doesn't notice your uncomfortable demeanor in some social situations. Often dragging you into one of his chaotic shenanigans. Bringing a lot of attention to you two. Not realizing the embarrassment you're going through.

Of course he doesn't do this on purpose he just doesn't think sometimes. You would either have to tell him about how you feel or someone else would. Though in this case one of his antics had gone too far so you just opted to ignore him for a while.

Your boyfriend didn't see what he had done wrong or why you were seemingly upset with him. And after some begging and whining you finally decided to speak with him.

Heath sits across from you, his usual energetic demeanor slightly dimmed by the weight of your silence. He leans forward on the table, hands clasped together, watching you with a mix of concern and impatience.

“Alright, babe,” he sighs, tilting his head. “I know you’re mad, but I seriously don’t get why.” His amber eyes search your face for answers. “I mean, we had fun, didn’t we?”

You exhale, rubbing your temples before meeting his gaze. “You had fun, Heath. I was mortified.”

His brows furrow. “Huh?”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “You always do this you drag me into these insane situations without thinking about how I might feel. I hate being the center of attention, and you literally made everyone in that café stare at us.”

Heath blinks, still not fully grasping it. “But I thought it was funny…”

“You thought jumping onto a table and singing an impromptu love ballad while pointing at me was funny?” You stare at him, unamused.

“…Well, yeah.” He grins sheepishly. “You gotta admit, my voice was amazing.”

Your flat stare remains.

His smile falters, and after a beat, he finally sighs. “Okay, okay. I guess I didn’t think about how you felt in the moment…” He scratches the back of his neck, looking genuinely apologetic now. “I just I like making you laugh, y’know? I like when people see how awesome you are. But I didn’t realize I was making you uncomfortable.”

You soften slightly, though you’re still a little miffed. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate you, Heath. I just… don’t like being put on display like that.”

He nods slowly, absorbing your words. Then, with a dramatic groan, he flops onto the table. “Ughhh, now I feel awful.”

You raise a brow. “Good.”

He peeks up at you, lips twitching. “I’ll make it up to you. No more forced public performances.” He then grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Unless you secretly liked it and just don’t wanna admit it.”

You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at your lips. “Heath.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll behave,” he chuckles before reaching for your hand, squeezing it gently. “But seriously, I am sorry. I’ll think before I pull you into my ridiculousness next time.”

You sigh, finally relenting. “Alright. But if you ever pull a stunt like that again—”

“I won’t, I won’t! Scout’s honor.” He holds up two fingers, then smirks.

Like promised Heath does try to not be so..attention grabbing. Mostly when he is with you more or so trying to be more still. Though sometimes he does try and pry you out of your comfort zone a bit.

Encouraging you to do more outgoing activities with him. Or stepping in confidentially to do something that you’re hesitant to. Though Heath is still Heath and will mess up here and there. He apologizes in the best ways he thinks is great.

Even if some monsters talks bad about you he defends you. Going as far as to start a fight with them (which most of the time he loses). Cause he thinks his boyfriend is the most perfect monster and nothing will change his mind.

He also tries indulging himself in activities you enjoy even if they're not exactly his forte. And if you ever start overthinking or feel your anxiety weighing down on you Heath will try cheering you up. Cracking some bad jokes or putting on some performance mostly anything to get you to smile or laugh.

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[fr4nkie0stein]

The 12 days of fluffmas, day 5 - building a snowman with Abbey Bominable

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

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

It was the first snow of the season, and you were determined to make the most out of it

So you wrapped yourself up in plenty of layers and headed outside with the plan to build your very own snowman

You were rolling the base for it when Abbey came out, curious as to what you were doing

When you told her you were trying to build a snowman, she initially scoffed at the notion, saying there was no such need where she lived as it was snowy all year round

You had to explain that where you lived it only snowed a couple times a year, if at all, so building a snowman was a way to celebrate the snow before it all melted

After considering your words for a moment, she nodded in understanding before even offering to help

It was hard for you to suppress your glee to have her agree to help you

Abbey taught you some techniques for easier ways to pack in snow, and was even able to roll the snowman into three perfect circles

She stacked the snowman’s body, then his head, and finally you could add the face, arms, and nose

Once you were done, you grinned widely at how great it looked, insisting that she had to help you every year

She begrudgingly said yes, and though you couldn’t be sure, you thought that you might have even seen her smile

☆ The 12 days of fluffmas ☆

[fr4nkie0stein]

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 ☆