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Star-crossed (Pt 3 to flowers and Stars)

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A/n: So like this isn't the best but oh well, kinda short. I got the poem at the end from K. Towne Jr. He has some pretty good poems nyway enjoy n stuff (I may do a pt 3)

POV: Deuces confession.

“Y/n, the girl is you.”

Deuce watched as Y/n stood there, as if temporarily placed in a state of shock.

“What?” Y/n breathed, her face one of bewilderment.

“The girl I’m in love with.. its you Y/n.” Deuce repeated.

“No, I-I know that but, what? Deuce…” Y/n began but Deuce cut her off before she could say anything.

“I know I shouldn’t have fallen for you Y/n. But I did and before I did I didn’t know how much love could hurt, particularly when you know the person you’ve fallen for doesn’t love you back.”

“Deuce… I do love you; I have for a while now and it is like a knife to my heart, twisting and turning deeper into my chest every time I have to see you and knowing that we aren’t together.” Y/n monologed, gazing into his eyes.

“You do?”

“I do but…” “You’re with Porter.” Deuce finished for her.

“Yeah…” She looked down at her feet before looking up and adding “You do have my heart though.”

“But I can’t have the whole of you?”

“Unfortunately, no, not under our circumstances.” Y/n sighed, once again looking down at her feet but looking at him through her eyelashes.

“Well then, I shall wait for those circumstances to be changed, no matter how long it takes.” Deuce spoke, slowly turning around and walking away, leaving Y/n standing there, regretting not following her heart.

She glanced down and saw a small note on the ground, she opened it up and read.

‘When I look for perfect, Perfect is all I see, because when I look for perfect, It is you staring back at me.’

hello there you amazing hooman

could you do a part 2 of the Shapshifter!reader and the group watching Deuce play sport?

i loved it so much and somehow you know me/y/n is very chaotic. but in this part 2 its the next day and y/n FINALLY sat through her whole detention because Deuce asked her too. then they are all hanging out in the common room area and heath is teasing y/n for only doing detention for Deuce.

Part 2 to this

THANKS SM FOR THE REQUEST! So like warning: Heath is kinda an ass because I wasn't sure how exactly to write it nyways hope you enjoy!

POV: Shapeshifter!Reader finally serving her detentions because deuce asked her to.

The gang- minus Y/n- sat in the common room, chatting amongst themselves.

“So, uh- where’s Y/n?” Clawdeen asked, glancing around the common room.

“Oh, she’s uh- in detention.” Deuce shrugged glancing down at his phone.

“Wait- What? Why? She hates detention.” Draculaura questioned.

“Yeah- she would never willingly do a detention if she could get out of it.” Clawdeen added.

“It’s true, she once tried to fake a drowning to get Headmistress Bloodgood to feel pity for her and remove her detention- that landed her extra detentions.” Frankie pointed out.

“Oh- well, I asked her to.” Deuce shrugged.

“Why?” Heath asked.

“So, she doesn’t get another one, she’s racked up about seventeen already,” Deuce said, looking down at his phone as it vibrated.

“How?” Draculaura asked.

“By skipping them,” Deuce said.

“Detentions should’ve ended an hour ago though, why isn’t she here yet?” Frankie asked.

As if summoned, a very exhausted-looking Y/n walked through the common room door.

“I just did- seventeen hours’ worth of detentions.” She gasped, wiping soot off of her cheek.

“Are you okay?” Draculaura asked.

“No! They made me do hard labour!” She exclaimed, moving to sit between Heath and Deuce, moving to lay her head on his lap “Did you know this school has a dragon? Cause I didn’t, not even like just a student, an actual fire breathing dragon and I had to bloody take care of it!”

Deuce moved his hands to play with her very messy hair as she ranted about how making students do hard labour should be illegal.

“I hate you for making me do that.” She hissed, crossing her arms.

“Would you rather get more detentions?” He asked.

“Yes, I would simply just… not serve them.” She said, “I only did it because you asked me to.”

“Aww, would you do anything because Deuce asked?” Heath teased.

“Heath, I am not too tired to extinguish you.” She threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Heath said.             

“Believe me, I would.” She hissed.

“But Deuce wouldn’t like that.” “Heath stop talking.” Deuce said as Y/n slowly sat up.

“That’s it.” She hissed, turning herself into a lion.

Heath screamed, running out of the common room, Y/n chasing after him.

“Miss L/n! No trying to murder your classmates!” Mr Komos yelled.

“Ugh! Fuck off!” She yelled.

“Do you want another detention?” “Sure, you can’t make me take it!”                         

For those of you who read my wattpad book expect a few notifications tomorrow because as a christmas present (atleast for southern hemisphere people) I'm uploading the rest of the book.

The name's i've put for the files of the deuce gorgon gifs are the most hilarious things ever

anon you need to back off now

it was funny at first but now you are trying to preasure someone into making content they dont want to make

not to mention this creator is A MINOR and you are trying to make her write sexual content?? ok then, not creepy at all

once again just gonna leave this here for anon to see. ANYWAYS LY MADDIE imma go spend my time bleaching my eyes and doing more productive writing

Actually you might hate me when I get up to writing movie num 2 as well

Just for the record, (For those who read the wattpad book) when i finally get up to doing the next book for The Monster High ff (By my own hand, movie num 2 comes after) those of you who acc read that book are gonna hate me.

Hi! I really like your writing and wanted to know if your requests are open? If not, that's okay <3

Hi! Tysm! My requests are almost always open, however I due to the fact I'm also a wattpad writer it sometimes takes a while to get to requests, but my requests will always be open unless otherwise stated <3

(I feel like this response is written very poorly and i apologise, i am very sleep deprived)

In three days I have written six chapters for my book... I need to be stopped

Hey could you do a Deuce x human!reader and him meeting her and finding out humans aren’t as bad as he thought?

A/n: TY SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON! This may not be the best but nyways, this was requested 2 times but with a kinda seperate plot point so I'm going to make another version of this. Sorry this ones super long lol.

POV: Deuce discovering humans aren't as bad as he thought

Humans are horrible, evil creatures. That is something that had been drilled into Deuce Gorgon's brain since the day he could talk. He was taught that humans were vicious, smelly, weak creatures who targeted defenceless monsters. The only thing protecting monsters from them was their smarts or lack thereof.

Y/n L/n had lived the vast majority of her life believing Monsters were fictional, fake creatures used to scare small children into listening to their parents. Creatures that only ever truly exist in the minds of children, keeping them up at night as they peer through the cracks of open closets, or hiding under their beds, waiting to strike, she was half right.

You may be wondering, how Deuce Gorgon had found himself in the human world, how these two beings could ever possibly meet, well- as with all things, it began with chaos.

Deuce and his best friend Heath strutted down the streets of a human city, heads down until they reached a busy Café, deciding this was the perfect place to terrorize humans.

Heath threw a ball of flame towards one of the café parasols, effectively turning it to ash. Deuce removed his beanie, allowing his snakes to be free.

They continued causing chaos like that, laughing cruelly as humans ran around in a panic, just as they were about to leave, however… Deuce saw someone.

A girl around his age, evidently unbothered by the chaos- or perhaps she simply hadn’t noticed it, cleaning a table, earphones in her ears. She looked as though she was the embodiment of Aphrodite herself, her appearance almost ethereal. Surely, she was some form of Siren, perhaps a demi-goddess… but why would she be working at a café in the human world if she were either of those things?

He considered walking over to her, making himself known but stopped himself, why should he? She was a human; they were evil and bad. But this girl was far too beautiful to be some ordinary human.

Just then he saw a small child, around the age of three running over to her in tears, gently pulling on her apron.

She turned around, removing her earphones to see the small child, she knelt down to their level, looking at them in concern.

“What’s the matter hon?” She asked gently, Deuce thought her voice was hypnotic.

The child, unable to speak from their sobs, showed her a badly burnt teddy bear.

“Oh dear! Poor thing, would you like me to fix it up for you?” She offered, slowly taking the bear in her hands.

The child nodded.

“Okay, I’ll fix it.” She smiled kindly.

“P-please be quick, Mr Bear protects me from the monsters.” The child sobbed.

“Hey, don’t worry, I won’t let any monsters harm you, okay kid? Just until Mr Bear is back in action.” She said softly.

“O-okay.” The child stammered.

She paused, glancing down at her apron pocket before slowly smiling. “Okay, now… close your eyes.” She whispered, the child quickly doing as told “I’m going to do a magic trick.”

She quickly shoved the burnt bear into her pocket, pulling out an almost exact replica of the bear, this one looking brand new.

“Okay… now, open them!” She exclaimed, holding the bear out.

The child gasped, practically snatching the bear from her, clutching it tightly to their chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The child exclaimed engulfing the girl into a tight hug before rushing off.

The girl smiled at the child before turning back to the table to continue cleaning the table, before finally, very calmly, pouring water over the burning parasol, taking the charred remains over to a bin and throwing it in.

Deuce wondered whether she was used to this.

“Y’know it’s rude to stare right?” He heard the girl muse, her attention on cleaning a table.

He glanced around, realising that the only people on this once busy street were him, Heath (who was busy causing chaos across the road) and her.

She turned around to face him, one hand resting on her hip, giving him a pointed look.

“Nice hair, by the way, but uh- not sure if you heard but, Halloween was last week.” She said sarcastically, glaring.

“Oh- it’s not a-” He began, suddenly feeling remarkably nervous- what was she doing to him?

“Bup, bup, bup. I don’t care.” She hissed walking forward, crossing her arms “What I do care about is that you and your little friend keep coming to my place of work, dressed in costumes, setting shit on fire- causing me to lose pay so the company can pay for replacements- freaking people out, which nice touch on the mechanical hairs- very realistic- but you're making my job harder because I’m the one who has to clean up after your little ‘pranks’ so you better cut it out.”

At that, she moved to turn around before pausing.

“And by the way, sunglasses, really? Kinda makes you look like a douche- well more of a douche.”

He watched her walk away, contemplating whether or not to call out.

“Wait!” He exclaimed, glancing around to ensure Heath wasn’t looking.

She turned around, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh- I’m sorry… how can I- can I make it up to you?” He asked.

She stayed silent, crossing her arms and giving him a sceptical look, examining his body language before sighing.

“Look, I have my break in five minutes, I’ll probably have to spend it cleaning anyways, you really want to make it up to me, come help.” She said before adding “And uh- don’t bring your friend, I’d rather not talk to someone who by the looks of things has fewer brain cells than a sponge.”

Deuce gave her a slight smile and a nod.

And five minutes later he did exactly that, he helped the human girl clean up the mess he and Heath had made, getting to know her as they did so.

“So, uh- if you don’t mind me asking, what was that with the kid? Y’know the one you gave the bear to.” Deuce asked.

“Oh, uh- they’re my friend's younger sibling… an orphan, been looking after them when I can since my friend can’t anymore.” She spoke, looking down at the table she was cleaning.

“You mean your friend is-”

“Dead, yes.”

“Oh. I’m sorry… do they live with you?” He asked.

“No… they live in the city orphanage; I help out there when I can but when I’m 18 I’ll adopt them officially.”

Deuce stayed silent, looking at the girl who’d suddenly seemed to find a spot on the table more interesting than anything else.

“You, okay?” He asked cautiously.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m uh- I’m fine… just don’t really want to talk about this…” She said looking up at him “Uh- y’know I think you’ve helped enough; I forgive you and stuff; this is my job anyway so I’ll… I’ll finish cleaning it.”

“No- I wanna help.” He said quickly.

She gave him a soft smile.

“Thanks.” She smiled “Y’know, you’re a good person, perhaps I’ve judged you too harshly.” “Yeah… I’m uh really sorry about uh… the damage and stuff by the way… truly.” He spoke.

“It’s alright, I didn’t really care as much as I let on, I actually found it quite funny most times… whilst it was happening at least.” She grinned “I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Deuce.” He said, grinning.

She looked at him for a moment before quickly pulling her notepad out of one of her pockets and writing something down.

“Here, uh- text me some time, you seem cool and I’d like to get to know you better.” She said, tearing the paper out of her notepad, folding it in half and handing it to him.

“Thanks, I uh- will.” He smiled, taking it.

“I’ve gotta get back to work now but uh- good meeting you… officially that is.”

She walked away, returning back into the café, Deuce remained standing there, staring at the phone number in his hands, a wide smile on his face.

Perhaps humans weren’t as bad as he thought.