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Shot In The Dark Part Two

Summary: When the popular good-grade student starts to talk to Eddie Munson, he thinks it’s too good to be true. They become quick friends, but when she asks him out, learns that it was too good to be true...

Part Two of Shot In The Dark

Y'all I'm so sorry this took me so long, but I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations!

Warnings: angsty but turns to fluff, SUGGESTIVE AT THE END, Eddie sucks on tiddies- but nothing too hardcore, making out.

Thank you to everyone who loved this series :) I'm beyond thankful!

I'm so sorry for any spelling mistakes-

Fem version, the male version coming soon.

Word count: 6k . . . . . .

Eddie refused to leave his room for the next two days. Deciding instead, to get high in his room and forget about everything that happened between you and him.

The whole ordeal just felt too painful, too fresh in his mind.

Being the town freak, he knew he had a reputation. He knew that he was always going to be treated differently. And for the most part, he was okay with that.

He was okay being the outcast, being the weirdo that no one wanted to get too close to. He didn't mind it, because he just wanted to be himself. He didn't want to conform to what society wanted him to be.

The only thing he wanted was to be who he was.

But that day, that day in the parking lot. That made him rethink his entire stance.

He hated the fact that some random girl could make him feel like this, that some person who he had rarley talked to before a few months ago, could make him feel this shity.

He hated how, for once, just for an instant, he thought maybe he had a chance to have that stupid high school romance.

Eddie Munson was never one to search out any romantic partners. It was futile. No one wanted to be seen with the town freak. And he was too busy anyway.

Or at least, that's what he told himself.

Truth be told, he was kind of lonely. As much as he loved his bandmates, his DND group, and even his uncle, he wanted something more. Something deeper.

And for a moment, he thought he found that, with you.

But he supposed he was just being an idiot. Why the hell would you ever want to be with him? When you where…you.

So, here he was, in his bed staring up at the ceiling. High out of his mind.

He groaned, swinging his arm over his eyes, wanting to block out the world from his own mind.

He heard a knock at his door, and he groaned as Wayne let himself in.

“You doing all right there, kiddo?”

Wayne had started to notice the difference in Eddie’s demeanor. When he came home that night after you had asked him out, he noticed how Eddie was quieter, and a sullen expression was written all over his face.

Wayne didn't ask any questions, though, which was something that Eddie loved about his uncle. They had a silent agreement that when things got too rough for the either one of them, the other one didn’t bring it up.

But Eddie could tell that he was worrying his uncle, and a part of him felt bad.

However, the other part of him just couldn't seem to care. Just about anything. He felt numb to anything else around him.

But Eddie sighed, “Yeah, just not feeling great right now.”

Wayne nodded, saying nothing.

“Well… let me know if you need anything, alright?”

Eddie just nodded, and listened to his uncles footsteps as he left.

He knew, sooner or later, he was going to have to come out of his shell, he knew sooner or later he was going to have to face you again. To watch your judgmental eyes bare into his, feeling his soul being crush under your weight. He just couldn’t bare it.

Your face, laughing at him along with your friends, made him want to sink down into his bed and do absolutely nothing for eternity.

. . .

When Wayne had finally decided that Eddie needed to go back to school, he knew he wasn’t ready.

The whole drive in his van, all he could think about was how pitiful he would probably look in front of everyone.

And then he realized, his friends would ask him what happened to him. Why he just fell of the face of the planet for a few days.

He bit his lip as he tried to think of an excuse.

“Just had a bad trip, Rick gave me some bad weed man, had to stay home.” Yeah, that sounded believable.

But little did he know, most of the school had already heard about what happened with him and you. Much to his dismay.

“Was it really true? You really turned down Y/N?”

Eddie grimaced at the mention of your name, “No, it was all a fucking joke, Gareth. She didn’t actually want to go out with me, it was some stupid dare.”

But Gareth wasn’t convinced, “Are you sure? Y/N’s really not the type to do something like that.”

Eddie grumbled something under his breath and Jeff whispered to Gareth, “Dude, drop it.”

Suddenly, one of his little sheep pipped up, “Uh, Eddie? Maybe this is stupid- but my sister knows Y/N. They have P.E together. And she said that Y/N hasn’t come to school for the last few days.” Mike Wheeler said.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, well, I cussed her out pretty good when I found out. She probably just didn’t want to show her face around here.” Eddie finished his sentence with a growl.

The boys took the hint and decided to change the subject.

But still, Eddie couldn’t get you out of his goddamn head.

As the boys spoke to one another, his mind was elsewhere. He hated how he had talked to you when he last saw you. A twinge of regret ignited in the pit of his stomach. Even if it was some stupid dare, he still knew that he still cared about you.

However, he looked back at all the events that lead up to the parking lot. It had him thinking, was it all a dare? Even you helping him study? Even you walking into his favorite record shop? Even you coming to see his band? Was that really all coincidence? Or was that, too, part of some soul crushing dare?

If so, he had applauded your commitment.

He just couldn't stop thinking about the way your eyes shone with genuine tears. As if you were actually hurt about him turning you down. But he tried his best to convince himself that those tears were merely due to the fact that he had screamed at you in front of the whole parking lot.

A part of him regretted it, he wished he would have talked to you in a more calm demeanor. But he didn't, and now he felt the guilt rising up to his throat.

Why the hell should he care this much? You were the one who had pulled a stupid prank on him, obviously he was going to be upset.

He had to remind himself of that fact every time he felt guilty, trying his best to just move on already-

He was grumbling to himself, picking off the salt on the pretzels he packed for his lunch, when two cheerleaders walked up behind him.

They both stared down at him, crossing their arms.

“You know,” the brunette one said, startling him, “what you did to Y/N was totally uncalled for.”

The other, a blonde, nodded, “Yeah, the name calling was just a dick move. You could have just said no and moved on.”

Eddie raised a brow, “First, she started it by asking me out as a fucking joke. Secondly, I could care less.”

The first cheerleader arched her brow, “Asked you out as a joke? What are you talking about? Y/N never makes fun of anyone, she’s way too nice, she’s not like that.”

But Eddie rolled his eyes, “Save it, ladies. I saw her friends laughing and pointing at me as she asked me out. And believe me, I’ve been asked out as a joke before, and that’s usually how it goes.”

The other one, the blonde, gaped at him, “Oh my god- you really thought she was joking. No! Oh my- Jesus christ.”

The two cheerleaders looked at each other before shaking their heads.

“You’re so stupid,” the first one said rolling her eyes.

“Seriously. Y/N would only ever talk about you. Since like, last year. When you guys had english together. She said you were so funny, making her laugh. And when she finally worked up the courage to ask you out, you went and yelled at her. You really need to take a hint.”

“Yeah,” the blonde one said, “she all but stalked you, really. She knew what days your band played at the hideout, and what your favorite song was. Hell, she even knew that your least favorite class was, which was O’Donelle’s.”

Eddie’s eye’s where blown wide in disbelief. He felt his heart beating wildly in his chest as he tried to concentrate on what these girls had just told him.

You, had really actually tried to ask him out? Not as a joke?

Oh my god, was he fucking stupid.

. . .

As soon as the next period started, he was already inside his van.

He really could give two shits about skipping, this was more important.

His palms were sweaty, and his breathing was so irregular he swore he thought he was going to faint.

He turned on his van quickly, hands shaking with the key in the ignition.

You, the girl of his fucking dreams, had genuinely been trying to ask him out? The girl he was so fucking enamored with he lost sleep over? The girl who he thought he wasn’t good enough for, had been actually trying to ask him out?

He felt like such an idiot.

The whole ride to your house, he felt his hands shake beneath the steering wheel. his eyes were glued to the road, but his mind wandered elsewhere.

What was he even supposed to say to you? What was he supposed to do?

He bit his lip, trying his best to keep his thoughts in.

When he pulled into your driveway, he breathed a sigh of relief seeing that no cars parked outside. Meaning, that hopefully, your parents weren’t home.

He turned off the engine, silently watching his hands shake on the wheel.

When he finally stepped out of the van, it was as if his body moved on it’s own, his legs carried him to your door.

He could feel the sweat accumulate on his hands, and his legs felt like pure jelly.

His throat felt so tight, and he suddenly realized he had no idea what he was going to say to you.

Was he supposed to apologize? Supposed to beg for forgiveness and admit his feelings for you too?

He scoffed at himself. Yeah, like that would work.

He couldn't even be upset if you were mad at him, he would be mad at himself too.

He felt a strong punch to his gut as he remembered the horrible things he said to you. Remembering your face, you're beautiful, ethereal face. he remembered your eyes, scrunching up in pain as he said those terrible things about you.

He wanted to run away, at that exact moment he wanted to run. He hated how he treated you, and how he basically ruin something that could have been so magical.

He swore under his breath.

“’Should just go,” he said, “Y/N probably doesn't want to see me anyways. It's just better if I-”

But he stopped in his tracks, watching as the door flung open.

And there you stood, hair disheveled, no makeup on your face, your eyes look puffy and red, and you were dressed in an oversized shirt and shorts.

Your face was shaped in annoyance, with a hint of anger.

“Are you just planning to stand outside my house all day, Munson? Waiting to yell at me again?”

He winced at the anger in your voice, although it was well deserved, it still made him feel like shit.

“N-no! I…I came here to…say I’m sorry…”

You stayed silent, watching his face.

And all of asuden, it all spilled out.

“I said some really… shitty things. None of which I meant, I really shouldn't have said all that. You didn't deserve it, really, you're sweet and kind, and considerate of other people. You've always been nice to me, and I mean, people aren't nice to me. I shouldn’t have said that to you, I just thought… I thought it was all a joke, seeing your friends, and seeing them laugh at me. It's just… I never thought that someone like you could actually like me… because… because I really like you. and I know I fucked up my chances, and I know I ruined everything. And I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm a fucked up dick, you don't deserve that. I just… I just hope you're okay. Don't let a dick like me are you down, Y/N. I was just a stupid jerk, and I'm really sorry. I don’t-I don’t want you to forgive me, because I understand why you’d be so upset, you have every right to be. I just wanna do something, to make up for it, y’know? Anything, Y/N, I just want you to know I’m sorry.”

He fidgeted nervously with his rings, feeling his stomach twist up in nerves.

You stared at him, your eyes sharp and poised.

“Do you mean it?” Your voice was shaky.

“About being sorry? Of course, Y/N, I’m so sor-”

But you cut him off, “No…no about-about liking me.”

He sucked in a heavy breath, biting down on his lip before responding. “Y-yeah….yeah, I really like you, Y/N.”

You stayed silent for a minute.

“I’m sorry Eddie…I don’t-I don’t know what to think. I…I really like you, a lot. But what you said, it really hurt-”

Eddie interrupted you, “I know! I…I know,” he stared into your eyes, gulping down the lump in his throat.

“I know. And I’ll do anything, anything to show how sorry I am. Really, Y/N, please tell me what I can do.”

You bit your lip, “I…I don’t know. Eddie, I think you should leave.”

At your words, Eddie could have sworn his heart broke, his stomach dropped at your words. He could even feel tears well up in his eyes, but he blinked them away.

He wanted badly to get on his knees, beg you to let him do something, anything, to make it up to you. The thought that he made you feel this way, made him feel so shitty he was going partly insane.

But, he wanted to give you what you asked.

“Yeah…yeah, I understand…just- if you need me, I’ll be here.”

You nodded, and he could see a small tear drip down your cheek.

“Goodbye, Eddie.”

. . .

Three days past since he went to your house. And it hasn’t been easy on him.

Every day, he racked his brain for any ideas about how he could make it up to you. To show you how he was, truly sorry.

But no matter what, he couldn’t think of anything.

He had been continuously sullen for the last few days, and his club mates had begun to notice.

“Eddie?” Gareth asked, “You ok man?”

Eddie nodded, munching quietly on his pretzels.

Dustin shook his head, “He’s still upset about the whole Y/N thing. And the fact that Y/N just came back yesterday.”

“Yeah,” Mike said, “he’s having relationship problems.”

Eddie flung one of his pretzels at Mike, causing him to shut up.

“One more word, Wheeler, and you’ll regret the day you were born.”

It was an empty threat, and the boys knew it. But the depression in Eddie’s voice still made them uneasy.

“Did you try apologizing?” Jeff asked.

Eddie barked out a dry laugh, “Of course I did!”

He sighed, “But Y/N just turned me away, saying that I need to give ‘em space. Which yeah, I understand, but…I don’t know, I just wanna show how sorry I am.”

Gareth shook his head, “Na man, you gotta give Y/N space, it’s only fair.”

Eddie let out an exasperated sigh, “No shit, Gareth. But how do I then prove that I’m really sorry?”

The table fell silent.

“Well…” Dustin said, “maybe a romantic gesture? To show how sorry you are? I mean like, maybe you ask her out just like she did, but make it really romantic like.”

Eddie stared at the boy, mulling over his words.

Untill, suddenly, and Idea hit him. He smiled at the boy, “Henderson, you’re my new favorite freshman.”

. . .

Eddie had very low patience, so waiting for you was killing him.

But still, he knew he owed you this much.

He waited a few more days, but his heart still pulled when ever he saw you drifting down the hallways.

His stomach would drop as soon as he saw your face, however. Your sunken eyes and tired expression just making him feel worse.

But, he had a plan now.

He knew you stayed late at school fridays, usually studying or finishing up homework.

He decided to wait for you, outside the library. His hands twitching with anticipation.

When you finally came out, you nearly fell back when you saw Eddie’s face.

“Wow!” Eddie said, surging forward to grab you. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, I didn’t mean to give you a heart attack,” Eddie said, chuckling to himself.

But you just gave him a pout, “What are you doing here, Munson?”

He couldn’t help but let out a small wince at the use of his last name. Your tone sharp, stabbing him through his heart.

Nevertheless, he stood his ground, “I’m here to show you that I’m seriously sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ok. And how are you going to do that? Wait for me like some pervy stalker?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, and he couldn’t help but think about how cute you where when you got mad.

He had to stifle a laugh as you furrowed your brows in an attempt at a scowl. An adorable pout on your face.

But he composed himself, “No, just…just let me take you out.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?”

He nodded, “You did. And I waited. But…but I really do want to show you how sorry I am.”

At his confession, your eyes softened. You bit you lip, hesitant, “If I say yes, to you taking me out, then what?”

Eddie chuckled, “Then I take you out on a date, sweetheart.”

To his delight, your cute pout made a return.

He laughed, “I’ll take you on an amazing date, to make up for what I did. I really do want to make it up to you, Y/N. And if you say yes, than I promise to make it worth your while.”

You looked into his eye’s, heart beating out of your chest, “Alright, Munson…I’ll hold you to that.”

. . .

When Eddie had said he was taking you to Lover’s Lake, you rolled your eyes.

“The makeout spot, Munson? Really? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not someone who’s particularly interested in fooling around on the first date.”

He laughed at that, “No no, we’re not doing anything like that, sweetheart. At least not yet anyway.”

You pinched his leg.

“Ouch! Hey I’m driving here!”

You giggled, but your eye’s became hard, “I still…haven’t really forgiven you yet. What you did… that really hurt.”

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering, “I know, really I do. Believe me, you have every right to be upset. But Y/N, I want you to know that I really do like you. Like a lot. It’s kind of embarrassing actually.”

He laughed awkwardly as you stared at him.

“When did you realize you liked me?”

You asked the question so seriously, it took him aback.

“U-uh, well. I think…when you were walking down the hallway, it was a few weeks after we talked at the library, and after we saw each other at the record shop. You were laughing at something one of the cheerleaders had said. And your face, it was just so pretty. Your laugh too, god I felt my knees buckle. And…and then I got mad. Well, I got jealous. Jealous because I wasn’t the one making you laugh. Jealous it wasn’t me you were walking with in the hall. And then I realized…I was so into you it made me go partly insane.”

The awkward silence almost killed him, he anxiously tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.

But before he could say anything else, you spoke.

“Last year, we had Mrs. Clicks english class together. You would always come in late, even though it was the last period of the day. But still, you’d walk in like you owned the place, a goofy smile on your face. And…and I felt like I had to hate you. Like I had to conform to what my friends told me about you. But then I noticed how…genuine you where. You did what you wanted, you were yourself. You didn’t live up to anyone expectations because you made your own expectations.”

You took in a long breath, “Then one day, when Heather, the cheer captain, told me…some nasty things. I came into Mrs. Clicks class with tear stains running down my cheeks. No one asked if I was ok, no one cared. But, when you walked in, you saw me. And after class you asked if I was ok. And then…you gave me this,” and you pulled something out of your pocket.

His handkerchief.

His eyes went wide. Oh god, he didn’t even remember that till you brought it up.

You smiled, “You don’t even really remember that, do you?”

He laughed, “No…not really. Sorry, I just thought I was helping out some poor girl.”

You smiled, “I know, that’s why I liked you, because you where just so natural. So naturally sweet, funny, charismatic. You where just naturally you.”

His hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. He tired his absolute hardest to not show how much your words had just flustered him.

“I heard…I heard about the things that Heather said to you. So when I saw how upset you where, I don’t know, it struck a cord with me,” he thought back to that day, remembering it suddenly.

“You…you thanked me for the handkerchief because tears were running down your face and Mrs. Click didn’t have any tissues. So I gave it to you.”

You smiled, “You told me, ‘You can keep it, it sucks seeing someone cry over someone’s stupid opinion.’”

“Yeah, well…society’s shit so might as well just be yourself right?”

You giggled, “Right.”

“Every since then I’ve kept it. It’s actually kinda embarrassing. But that’s when I knew I liked you. I was too nervous to do anything about it, though. You where just so cool, and of course I was so stupid that I didn’t even say anything to you till a year later.”

You giggled, your eyes fluttering over to his.

God, what were you doing to him?

. . .

When you finally got to Lovers Lake, Eddie was almost busiling with nerves.

“So, Munson, what exactly are we doing here?”

Eddie gulped down the lump in his throat, “I-um- I had…I had dinner planned for us.”

You raised an eyebrow, “What? Are we gathering berries and nuts?”

He dug the heel of his boot into the dirt below him, “No…I have takeout. It’s from Enzo’s though, real fancy.”

Your eye’s widened, your mouth gaping at him, “Eddie! That place is expensive! Even for takeout!”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah well, I told you I’d make it up to you.”

You shook your head, “You’re making it to hard to be mad at you.”

He smiled triumphantly, “Isn’t that the whole point, sweetness? To make you forgive me?”

You rolled your eye’s, but he didn’t miss your playful smile.

The night became one filled with laughter, even after finishing dinner, you two still talked till late into the night. First, you two had dinner, which then spun into you two talking for hours.

You laughed at Eddie, “You’re telling me, that you where the one who left those mock love letters in Mr. Hansons desk? Oh my god you’re a maniac.”

But Eddie just shrugged, “It was real easy too, I think he even thought it was Ms. Kelly sending him those. Oh my god, the look on his face when he realized it was a student, priceless!”

You both laughed, and you felt you cheeks start to hurt from all the smiling you where doing.

At first, you had tried to play hard, not giving him the satisfaction of forgiving him just yet. But, Eddie had so much natural charisma, and was so naturally funny, it made it hard to stay so mad at him.

Not to mention, he was so nice to look at-

“What can I say? I have a way with words I suppose,” Eddie said, shrugging.

You giggled, “Your confidence amazes me, Munson.”

He smiled at you, “Well, I try.”

You smiled back at him. The whole night had been so amazing.

Then, Eddie had shown you the stars, and interestingly, he knew a lot of the constellation and told you all about each one he knew.

You both laid on your backs, on top of the grass, as you peered up into the night sky. You could hear Shot In The Dark by Ozzy Osbourne playing quietly in his van.

“And then that’s the big dipper, that one is the little dipper. And I think…yeah that’s Orion's belt. See, those three there make a belt kinda shape.”

You stared into his eye’s, making him laugh, “Sweetness, you’re gonna miss the stars if you keep looking at me.”

You bit your lip, “I can see the stars just fine. Your eyes reflect them. And I think you’re more interesting to stare at then the stars.”

He felt his face become hot, your words taking him off guard.

“O-oh. Thank’s…”

Thanks?! Come on he had to say something more than that!

“But, I think you’re much more interesting, sweetness.”

His eyes looked back into your, as you broke into a soft smile, your eye’s shining in the moonlight.

Oh god, he felt like he couldn’t breath.

“Thank you, Eddie. For everything. I really appreciate it. No one… no one’s even done something like this for me. Thank you.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open, trying desperately to find something to say.

“I…well, I really wanted to make up for how I acted, sweetheart. You didn’t deserve that. And- and you don’t need to thank me, I wanted to take you out here. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, actually.”

You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean, for a while?”

He saw a small smirk form on your lips, and he began nervously playing with the rings on his fingers.

“Well…I mean, ever since I realized I liked you, I’ve been thinking about where I would take you on our first date. At first, I thought maybe a picnic, but then I thought that’d be way to messy, plus I have no Idea how to cook.”

You laughed, scooting closer to him.

“And then I thought, maybe Enzo’s. But then I realized I have very little money and very very little nice clothing for somewhere like Enzo’s.”

Eddie’s face was a few inches from yours now, “And then, at lunch a few days ago, one of the freshman I know said that I should do something romantic for you, something to show you how I was, truly sorry. And then I thought, ‘what’s more romantic than dinner under the stars?’ So…yeah, here we are.”

You smiled, your head leaning in closer. So close, in fact, he could feel your breath against his face.

“Eddie…that means so much, I’m glad,” you said, smiling.

For a moment, you both lay there, still. Eddie perring into your eyes.

He saw, quickly, how your eyes flitted down onto his lips, until going back to his eyes.

“Eddie…” you said, slowly.

Before you could say anything else, he spoke quickly, “Can I kiss you?”

You smiled shyly. And nodded.

And his lips where on yours.

You tasted…perfect. So soft, so amazing.

Eddie almost creamed his pants when you moaned into his mouth, a shaky hand coming up to grasp his hair.

His hands came up to cradle your face, as if it was the most delicate thing in the world.

He groaned into your mouth as he felt you tug softly against his hair, the kiss slowly becoming messier and messier.

He had to push you away so he wouldn’t do anything to valgur.

You where out of breath, your lips swollen. You had never looked prettier.

“I forgive you…by the way.”

He smiled, a goofy, happy smile, “I’m glad, sweetheart.”

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

You two stayed like that, still and in the moment. Staring into eachothers eyes, and smiling like idiots.

“Can I…do that again? You’re a nice kisser.”

Eddie could all but laugh, “Sweetheart, you don’t even need to ask.”

Your lips collided with his, but this kiss was much different than the first. Much more heated, more passionate.

And Eddie felt the blood rush straight to his dick when he felt you minover your way onto his lap.

His hands fell to your hips, fingers only touching you lightly, afraid he might scare you off.

But the moans you let out, oh god. His head felt fuzzy.

When you broke away, he was sure that would be the end of it. But he felt your lips trail down his neck, sucking lightly against his throat.

“Eddie?” You voice was quite as you spoke, “Is this alright?”

Eddie had stopped working, his mind blank as your hips grinded against his.

“Oh god-sweetness it’s more than alright,” he moaned loudly as you nipped his pulse point. “B-but Y/N you might have to get off soon. Don’t know how- how long I can hold off.”

“Hold off on what, Eds?”

Your voice was playful, down right seductive.

He never would have imagined, you being this forward-

His hands grasped your shirt, playing with the hem of it.

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner first, Y/N? Than after, we can have all the fun we want,” he said, winking.

You moved away from his neck, arching a brow, “Didn’t you already take me out to dinner? I mean, I consider this a dinner, don’t you?”

You batted your lashes sweetly, a small pout forming at your lips.

And he couldn’t stop himself from using his teeth to bite down gently on it. Earning a surprise yelp from you, which quickly turned into a moan.

He couldn’t help it, you just looked so…delicious.

“Sweetness, weren’t you the one who said you didn’t fool around on the first date?”

You giggled, “I don’t. But that’s mostly because I don’t go out with many guys.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I find that very hard to believe.”

“It’s true! Well…it’s mostly because I’ve like this one guy for like, a whole year now. So I just had to keep turning down other guys. Took me a whole year to ask him out.”

Eddie chuckled, “Yeah? He must be a lucky guy, than.”

You smiled, “I think I’m the lucky one.”

He smiled up at you, the moonlight beaming off your skin.

“Y/N…I need to know. Do you want to stop right now? Because I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

You looked away from him, you squirming in his lap, “I mean…I don’t wanna go all the way- especially because this is, like, our first date. Just…just wanna…”

You looked everywhere but his eyes, and Eddie raised a brow at your shyness.

“What, is someone getting soft on me now? You’re adorable.”

His hands slowly inched their way to your thighs, and he kneaded them softly. Earning him a small whimper from you.

“I just…wanna do something nice.”

His lips where back on yours without another word. Nipping against your bottom lip, sucking against it.

You hands cradled his face so delicately, and Eddie could swear he felt himself melt.

His hands still held onto your thighs, but slowly moved up. Making sure to stop at your upper thighs, not wanted to go any farther than what you wanted.

You moaned into the kiss as Eddie slipped in his tongue. His hands squeezing your flesh as he found his jeans straining.

You must have felt it, too, because he felt your hips buckle down against him.

His eye’s rolled back as he felt you desperately wriggle against him, looking for any friction you could.

He moved from your mouth, making you wine as he did so. Until his mouth connected with your neck, kissing and sucking on it gently, leaving a few marks.

God, the idea of marking you up- if his pants weren’t straining before, they definitely where now.

“Eddie!”

The high-pitched moan you let out made him go down further, till his mouth found the buttons of your blouse.

He growled, a somewhat primal urge struck him as he ripped off the top button with his teeth.

“God, Eddie! Holy shit…”

His eye’s went back up to yours, “Sorry sweetness. This alright? We can stop now if you want.”

He was so lost in thought, he forgot that he had wanted to be gentle with you. This was only the first date.

But you nodded veimitly, “Please, Eddie. Want…want to feel you.”

He couldn’t help but groan at your words, he looked back into your eye’s, searching carefully to make sure this was ok.

You gave him a small nod, bitting down on your lip.

He smiled, looking up at you as he used his teeth to rip off the other buttons. Till your lacey bra was exposed.

He swore he was drooling at the sight, your breasts poking out.

“God, Y/N. shit,” he swore under his breath, his face inches away from your bra.

“Eddie,” you bit your lip, “I- you can rip that off to, if you want.”

His brain short-circuited as you said that, his eyes barring yours.

He felt a surge of confidence wash over him, “Yeah? You like when I do that, sweetheart?”

He saw your eyes dart away from his, but you nodded shyly.

He grinned at you cockily, staring at you as his teeth ripped off your bra. Watching you squirm as he spat it out, not looking at where it fell.

“Eddie…” your hips rocked against his, begging slightly.

He just smirked, but his confidence wavered as his eyes landed on your tits.

He felt his breath hitch, and his palms began to sweat.

“Oh god,” he whimpered out slowly.

He looked back at you, eye’s looking for permission, before you nodded, smiling down at him.

At that, his mouth began a trail of kisses down your right breast, his tongue swirling against your nipple.

His left hand moved from your thigh to your left breast, kneading the soft flesh delicately.

He swore, the high moan you let out made him see starts. And your hips grinding down on his, made him feel so goddamn lightheaded.

He switched over, his lips leaving a trail of kisses as he gave the same attention to your left breast.

You two stayed like that, till your chest was all marked up and littered with love bites.

“Sweetness…as much as I would love to continue this, we should really get you home…” he said, a glint of disappointment in his voice.

You pouted, “But-”

“No but’s, Y/N, it’s almost morning, I gotta get you home.”

“But… I didn’t do anything for you.”

He smiled, “Then, for our next date, you’ll just have to owe me.”

You grinned, “Next date? You’re cute, Munson. What time? I was thinking…today, six-thirty? You pick me up?”

You fluttered your lashes, and he laughed, “Y/N,” he said, buttoning back up your blouse, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

. . . . . .

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gay-otlc · 2 years

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Straight A Supervillain- 12

My birthday present to myself is watching you all go insane over this chapter.

Content warnings for cursing, trichotillomania, yelling/arguing, and the standard parental shitiness

“So, how’d it go? With Blaze?” Naomi fought to keep eir face neutral as eir maybe-girlfriend walked in the room.

Lani made a face and flopped onto her bed. “Ugh. I took some good notes, but he’s such a bitch! Your dad is the worst, huh?”

“He is-” ey caught emself and panic exploded in eir chest, spreading further through eir veins with each heartbeat. “Shit. Shit. Shit shit fuck. Lani, I- how did you figure that out?” Ey sat down on the bed next to Lani and buried eir face in eir hands. Lani shuffled farther away from em.

“You’ve always acted really suspicious when it came to parents, but I was like, willing to let that slide since a lot of villains have some sort of parent issues and I didn’t want to pry, you know? And then you acted so weird about Blaze and I was pretty sure there was something other than ‘goes to my synagogue’ going on there. I showed up at the job and my first thought was, holy shit, he looks just like Naomi. That all but confirmed it, and then I saw a picture of you at your Bat Mitzvah on his desk, and Blaze and Thunderclap were standing right next to you.”

He had a picture of em on his desk?

Wait. That wasn’t the point.

“Okay, fine! Yes! My parents are fucking superheroes! Please don’t tell anyone, you know I’ll get expelled, and I cannot stand to lose everything I’ve built here.” Ey couldn’t stand to look Lani in the eyes, so ey focused on ripping hairs out, one by one. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

“That’s sweet, unfortunately, we’ve just established that you’re a really good liar. How do I know you’re not here trying to sabotage us on your parents’ orders?”

“If I was good, I wouldn’t have just gotten caught! I’m a terrible liar, it’s the truth that I want to be here. So please, Lani, please don’t tell anyone.”

The weight of the bed shifted around, and for a second Naomi thought Lani might be moving closer to em- but nope, the opposite. “So, it might be a little late for that-”

Well, that was the nail in the coffin. Naomi was fucked. Naomi would be expelled. Naomi would lose everything, lose the first time ey’d been happy in… well… “Who did you tell!?”

“Cameron and Noel. Who have probably been eavesdropping, since I told them I’d confront you. You two can come in now.” The door swung open and Naomi’s other two roommates walked in. Cameron looked pissed. Noel looked sad. It was unclear which was worse.

Ey guessed that was better than telling a teacher, or Dr. Plague. But still not good. Before even talking to em about it? This was eir future on the line! “Lani! Come on, seriously? I fucking trusted you!”

“Apparently you didn’t.” She said it quietly, as if that would make up for the way the three words sliced through the room and pierced through Naomi.

“Damn,” whispered Cameron.

“Listen, I-” How did ey argue that? It was true. Ey hadn’t trusted eir friends enough to tell them this. But it’s not like that wasn’t justified. “I trusted you with everything except this because I was scared you would react like this!”

“If you hadn’t worked so hard to make it some big secret you wouldn’t seem so suspicious.”

“What, do you suspect me of being a fucking hero? Come on, Lani, you know me.”

“Do I?” She stood up and walked away from Naomi. Ey concentrated on not lighting anything on fire- burning Lani’s stuff would definitely not help eir case. “You’ve been keeping this huge secret from all of us- from me- since day one. You’re related to heroes. Not just any heroes, Blaze. And Thunderclap. And they’re your parents. You’ve been lying to all of us and I don’t even know what to believe anymore. You’re a damn good actor.”

“L-Lani, I-” I’m sorry, ey wanted to say. Or maybe just not really, I suck at acting. Nothing came out.

“Did you expect me to just find out and decide you were still perfectly trustworthy, still on our side, still my- still my friend? Or my… whatever we were? No doubts? Seriously? Or did you plan on never telling me?”

Naomi didn’t plan things. Looking back, that was probably eir problem. So, ey didn’t really know how to answer that question, so ey changed course. “Lani, after everything, you seriously think I would just betray Villain High School for my shitbag parents? Betray the arson gang?”

“I never agreed to that name,” Cameron said quietly. Everyone ignored him.

“I don’t fucking know what to think!” screamed Lani, and whatever was left of Naomi’s heart broke at the sheer pain her voice carried. Something angry burned in the space the heart used to be.

“Then you could have asked me instead of trying to get me kicked out! I don’t have anywhere else to go, Lani, I don’t know what I would do if I got expelled from here. You would risk that without even talking to me without making sure you had all the facts?”

“How could I ask you about this!? You would just lie to me more!”

“If she was trying to get you expelled, you would be,” Noel offered, the first time he’d spoken. “She made us promise not to tell any of the teachers, just get Cameron and me to help her figure this all out.”

“Fine then, let’s actually figure this out instead of just accusing me of shit!”

“Fine! Interrogation time.” Noel grabbed a notebook, and removed a pencil from tucked behind his ear. “Is Naomi your real name?”

“Yes. At least until I have another gender crisis and decide to change it.” Ey thought at least that would make Cameron smile. It didn’t.

“Is Lebowski your real last name?”

“Um, no. It’s actually Rothstein. But if I don’t want to get kicked out of here, I can’t use that. Lebowski is my mother’s maiden name.”

“Middle name?”

Was this relevant? “Lior.” Noel scribbled something down in a notebook, organized and composed as ever. He kept his gaze firmly away from em.

“Why are you at Villain High School?”

“Because I want to be a villain?”

Lani turned invisible, then reappeared. “Is that a question or an answer?”

“It’s an answer, I just have anxiety.” Proving eir point, ey tore out an eyelash.

“Okay. Why do you want to be a villain?”

Ey rummaged around in eir pockets. “I wrote that monologue for this, do you want me to-”

“No.” Noel clenched his fists, and little icicles appeared around his knuckles. Unlike Naomi, who accidentally set things on fire all the time, this was the first time ey’d seen him use his power without meaning to. That was… probably bad. “Just be honest. For once. Villain origin story, go.”

“Fine. I was eleven, I think. Could have been twelve, but probably eleven. It’s kind of hazy, I was in sixth grade, and- yeah, it was before April, so that would be eleven. I was in my science class and we were doing some sort of experiment, it was flammable and apparently our teacher didn’t know the proper safety precautions. Whatever that experiment was, it had a lot of weight on our grade, I remember, so I was pretty anxious. And as one does when they have untreated anxiety and fire powers just waiting to pop up at the most inconvenient time, I maybe possibly set the science lab on fire.”

“As one does,” agreed Cameron, distantly. Naomi, lost in the memory, barely heard her.

“So I, well, fucking ran. I was pretty damn scared, you know? This was the first time I’d just… had fire appear out of my fingers, and I didn’t want to get hurt. I just panicked and ran. Again, I was eleven. I wasn’t a firefighter or a hero or my father. I was a kid.”

Maybe if ey said that enough, ey’d believe it. Would eir friends- roommates- be mad at em for not staying behind to save the other students? Would they be disappointed in em too? Why did ey even care, they were already mad about the whole hero thing. And here ey was, disappointed in emself still for not being heroic enough.

“I didn’t act like a hero and save anyone. I acted like a child. Because I was one. But nooo.” Ey rolled eir eyes. “Childhood is not a luxury provided to daughters of superheroes. So there was this article that came out in the Eyver City Times… can I have my computer? I’m just gonna google it for you.”

Noel handed it to em, still not making eye contact. “Here.”

Ey opened it up and went to google. daughter of blaze and thunderclap villian.

Did you mean: daughter of blaze and thunderclap villain

Ignoring the typo, Naomi clicked on the first result. Somewhere, ey was picking it up and staring at it for the first time. Angry at the reporters, angry at eir parents, mostly angry at emself.

Cameron leaned over eir shoulder to read. “Daughter- or, child- of Blaze and Thunderclap: Destined For Heroics? Or Villainry?”

“I was never a good enough hero for my parents,” ey mumbled, going back to burying eir face in eir hands. “I’d always been trying, but when they read that article- and when they agreed- I knew I would never be able to try hard enough. Because no matter how hard I tried, I’d never be brave enough, never be smart enough, never be heroic enough, never fucking enough for them. So I just… stopped trying. If I would never be a good enough hero, why not a villain?” Tears were being little bitches and threatening to spill from eir eyes. Ey wiped them away.

Someone put their hand on eir shoulder. Naomi shrugged it off. “I hate my parents. I hate them and I hate everything they stand for. If being a hero means making sixth graders hate themselves, I want no part in it. I would never help them, I promise. You guys- you guys are the first people who have ever treated me like I’m enough, I need you to know I would never betray you.”

Silence. Ey wasn’t totally sure what ey was expecting. For a while, the only sound was em sniffling and trying to stop the tears from being even bitchier. Wouldn’t someone just say something already? Still, ey had no idea what ey expected, but it was definitely not a hug.

“Lani?”

“Naomi, fuck, I’m so sorry. I am not a violent person but I want to punch your parents, they had no right to treat you like that, I am so sorry.”

Ey didn’t respond, just buried eir face in her shoulder. Lani was being nice to em? Ey had no idea what to do when people were being nice to em. Apparently it involved crying? This was weird. Feelings were weird.

Another person joined the hug. Probably Cameron, judging by the earrings brushing against the top of Naomi’s head. “We’re here for you, okay?”

Off to the side, Noel coughed. “I don’t really like hugs. But um. There, there?” He patted em awkwardly on the shoulder, and Naomi couldn’t help but laugh a bit through eir tears.

“I’m still a little pissed,” Lani said after a while, pulling back from the hug. Disappointing. “But I trust you. And I will now approach my job sabotaging Blaze with extra spite. Maybe I’ll accidentally put some salt in his coffee instead of sugar. And just, accidentally, lose some important paperwork. I know it wouldn’t really make up for how he treated you, but I do want to piss him off.”

“Oh, it’s so funny when he gets mad- his face gets all red and scrunched up. You can literally see steam rising from him. It’s like a bad cartoon, it’s hysterical.” Naomi pointedly ignored the part where Lani said she trusted em. It definitely filled em with some disgustingly gooey warm feelings, and those were to be avoided at all costs.

“We are going to be true villains, and fuck shit up for Blaze,” Cameron declared, rising about a foot in the air as he pumped her fist.

Noel’s fingers curled into an icy fist, but this time the anger wasn’t directed at Naomi. This time was way better. “We’re gonna win, Heatwave.”

#HAHAHAHA GOOD LUCK BITCHES #please ask me about this i would love to scream more about what was going on in my head #straight a supervillain #queuing for midnight on my birthday because i want to post asap #s writes things

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It’s been awhile.

Hello, it’s been sometime since I last posted here my thoughts, what’s up? Did I miss it? nope. not at all. Has it been a year? probably. a year full of shity events and loads of heartbreak, and of course suicidal thoughts. so eventful! My chest feels so heavy. I’m not sure why. I have to study for this exam to be able to get a job, but I’m barely making any progress. I’m mentally drained. I don’t think I can do this anymore.

There is so much going on and nothing is getting better, the little good things that I managed to have or get during this time are slowly leaving me and I can’t stop that from happening. My thoughts are getting darker everyday, and it’s getting a little too lonely to have all these thoughts locked in my heart and mind. All this pain and heavy breathing with every letter written. I can’t keep up. Every night I close my eyes, I wonder if I will be here tomorrow. For some reason it feels like I won’t be staying here for too long. It all hurts a little too much than I could handle. I don’t know when will this all end. But I hope I get to see it. I know there is something good coming, But will I still be here when it does show up? I just want to be loved, and feel appreciated, that what I’m doing is okay and that I can take my time. That it will all be okay, that I will be okay.

I want to cry and breakdown, but I don’t have the energy to.

Will I ever matter? No. I’m in so much pain, how can no one see that? I can’t even cry in peace. This is too sad. lol. Hello tumblr, I guess you will be my new friend now. Hope you won’t be bothered by me, I’m not staying for long anyway.

#sad #sad life #Thoughts #writing shit #they say it helps lol #im back!

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the-ferocious-kittyrose · 3 years

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What I would’ve done w/ Lotor’s character

It’s not exactly a secret to anyone who’s been following me for a while that I’m not the biggest fan of canon Lotor. I had high hopes for the character from his 80s counterpart and intro in season 3 but I was really let down by the direction the writers went with him in canon.

When he was introduced, I was so hoping for him to be this cocky manipulative asshole that’s only out for himself. I love that character archetype so goddamn much.

But in canon he was just kinda boring to me. His personality was bland and his motivations never really made sense. He’s introduced using empty promises of peace and comradery to manipulate people, then its revealed that he actually does want peace and comradery and wants to lead a peaceful empire, then that turns into draining Alteans and wanting to kill all Galra...

I also didn’t like how the writers decide to tack on this whole child abuse plot to explain why he was the way he was. As if that’s the only way to make a villain sympathetic. Yeah other versions of Voltron have touched on Lotor’s childhood before and it was never pleasant, but VLD really leaned into that shit, to the point where it felt like the writers were just shoving angst down our throats thinking that equals good writing.

It takes more than a tragic backstory to make a character compelling. It takes an interesting personally and motivations that make sense. And you can make a character tragic/sympathetic in more subtle ways.

For me personally, I wanted Lotor to be a sorta fusion of Loki and Littlefinger in space.

Loki is a sly trickster who grew up feeling like an outcast, unaware of his true heritage. He grew up believing he could be king but when his shity father handed it to his perfect brother he felt he had been robbed and decided to take the throne by force.

Littlefinger is a small man from a small house with no power, and after getting the shit beat out of him trying to win the hand of the girl he loved, he decided he would use his intelligence and skills in manipulation to screw over all these noble lords and weasel his way into the throne. And when he did he would finally get vengeance on all those who had looked down on him.

I feel like this fits Lotor well. Lotor is a prince, so he isn’t small in that regard, but he is not respected in the way a prince should be.

He is a lot smaller than the average Galra. And even though Lotor is still quite strong, developing a fighting style that suits his small form and uses his opponents size against them, in a society so heavily based on physical strength that’s still a big blow to your rep.

He employs half breeds, which we know are looked down on in the empire. And there are definitely rumors about Lotor himself being a half breed. I think after 10,000 years Zarkon would’ve done a pretty good job at hiding Lotor’s heritage from the public but just looking at him compared to the average Galra there’s going to be some suspicion there. On that note Lotor is probably considered butt ugly by the Galra.

And Lotor works in the shadows and achieves his goals through lies and trickery, which Lotor himself says are things the empire looks down on.

So yeah, the people in the empire hate Lotor. Even Sendak who’s all ‘Gung ho empire’ has no respect for Lotor. And because of this it would probably be up in the air whether or not Lotor would even be allowed to take the throne if his father were to pass, even though it’s his birthright.

And in the face of all this rampant disrespect, Lotor decides that he is going to overthrow his father and take the throne. And when he does he will take vengeance on everyone who had ever undermined him and expand the empire beyond anything his father could’ve dreamed of.

And don’t try telling me, “oh that’s so out of character! Lotor would never take pleasure in the pain of others!” Because he does.

Remember Throk? Remember how Lotor sent him away to the worst station in the empire and joked about letting him, “rot with the ice worms?” Remember how Lotor later invaded his station then watched with a grin as he was tortured by Haggar?

Lotor 100% takes pleasure in hurting those who would hurt him, because it makes him feel powerful.

Now let’s talk about Lotor’s planet. The one given to him and destroyed by Zarkon. I always felt weird about this plot. Obviously it’s a very sad thing to have happen, but I always liked the idea of Lotor’s promises of peace to be empty, a means of manipulating people. So this whole situation being genuine feels weird to me.

In my version, Lotor didn’t get banished for being too kind. He got banished because Zarkon caught him in a plot to betray him.

When Lotor was put in charge of the planet, he seduced and married the princess Ventar. He filled her head with promises that her people would be free and they would rule the universe together and convinced her to secretly round up her armies and send word to her ally planets to do the same, so they could start planning a way to overthrow Zarkon.

It’s left ambiguous whether or not he was being genuine and whether he really loved Ventar and intended to keep his promises to her or if she was just a tool to get the throne. But either way, it ends the same. Zarkon finds out, destroys the planet, kills Ventar, and exiles Lotor.

Still sad/humiliating thing for Lotor, and definitely a story that could gain sympathy from Allura.

Speaking of Allura and Ventar, let’s talk about Lotor’s relationship with the women in his life.

(Trigger Warning: Brief mention of of a rape scene in GoLion)

In the 80s Lotor was incredibly misogynistic. He walked around with a harem of half naked women, tried repeatedly to kidnap and marry Allura against her will, and in GoLion it’s heavily implied that he raped Romelle because she looked like Allura.

It’s a common joke in the fandom that he went from this to drinking respect women juice in VLD but I don’t know if I’d go that far.

He’s definitely better in VLD than he was in the 80s, but even in VLD he manipulates, uses, and hurts most of the women in his life.

Allura is the obvious example, but you also have his generals. Acxa talks to the paladins, Allura in particular, about how persuasive Lotor could be. Implying that she and the other general were manipulated the same way Allura was.

Well not EXACTLY the same way Allura was, romantically I mean. Though there are people who believe that Acxa was also in love with Lotor and he used that to his advantage, which I can see.

But I feel like it was more about giving them a place in an empire that didn’t care about or accept them.

I hate The Last Jedi but I really feel like the line, “you’re nothing, but not to me,” fits really well. They were outsiders with no place to go until Lotor swooped in and gave them a purpose.

Do I think that there was a part of Lotor that genuinely wanted to help them because he saw a kindred spirit in them? Yeah. But I also think that at the end of the day, they were more tools than real friends. And he had no qualms about killing them if they betrayed him.

The situation with Narti proves that. As well as the fact that Ezor and Zethrid seemed very scared of the prospect of Lotor being alive and coming for them.

And then you have Allura. Lotor’s lust for Allura has always been a very important part of his character. In the 80s the reason behind his obsession with her was that he had a lot of baggage about his mother and had a thing for women that looked like her. Also the fact that he just didn’t like not getting something he wanted.

There was never any love. He didn’t want to be with her, he wanted to own her.

In VLD, his want for Allura seems to stem more from the fact that she’s Altean than an Oedipus complex. As well as the fact that she’s powerful and skilled in Altean alchemy, which makes her rather useful.

I don’t personally believe that Lotor ever really Loved Allura. I think he liked the idea of her and what she could do for him, but the end of the day she was more a means to an end than anything else.

Allura’s been trough a lot. Zarkon betrayed her family and destroyed her entire planet only about a year ago from her point of view, and she appears to have a pretty bad case of survivors guilt and PTSD. And to make matters worse, while Lotor was on the ship she was fighting with Shiro, someone she clearly cared about. The idea of loosing him after already losing so much must’ve been really painful.

She was hurting, conflicted, and lonely. Which made her all the more vulnerable to Lotor’s manipulation.

He took advantage of her loneliness and insecurities, making her believe she had found someone who understood her and could help her avenge her family and planet. She trusted him, let herself be vulnerable around him, which made it hurt even more when it was revealed to all be a ruse.

And then you have his relationship with his mother Honerva/Haggar.

I talked a lot about this in my whole rewrite/rant about Honerva, but I’m not a fan of how they made their relationship 100% negative. I feel like it robs the show of a lot of interesting character interaction.

It’s sad. The whole relationship is really tragic. Shit like this is literally my worst nightmare. The thought of looking my mom in the face and have her not recognize me as her daughter keeps me up at night.

But the thing is, in canon the relationship kinda falls flat because Lotor and Haggar/Honerva have no connection. Haggar was awful to Lotor and Lotor hates Haggar. What reason do I have to be invested in their relationship?

So If you haven’t read my Honerva rant, here’s how I would’ve done the Honerva Lotor relationship.

10,000 years ago, when Alfor came to Dibazzal to convince Zarkon to close the rift, Honerva went into labor. Alfor and many Galran doctors tried there best to save her and the baby, but the quintessence had damaged her body so much that she couldn’t be saved and died in childbirth.

Zarkon went ballistic and Alfor had the doctors take baby Lotor somewhere safe, fearing Zarkon would take his grief and anger out on the child.

After Honerva was resurrected as Haggar and throughout Lotor’s childhood, they had a strange sort of relationship. Lotor was an inquisitive child and was always curious about Haggar and her work, making a habit of following her around like a little shadow and watching as she worked. And there was also the fact that, while his father was never friendly, he was calmer when she was around.

Haggar had no idea what to make of this weird child following her around all the time. All these big strong Galra were terrified of her but this tiny child showed no fear as he tugged on her robes and excitedly asked questions about her work. And she never minded. She didn’t know why or how to explain it, but she cared for the child. As much as a soulless undead witch could care for something anyway.

But as time went on there relationship became more and more strained. Lotor was a smart kid he was gonna find out about his mother and deduce what happened to her.

He resented Haggar. Resented her for not remembering him. Resented her for the fact that he had to go through life without a mother while she was right there. And he resented her for being loyal to Zarkon, who had been making his life hell for thousands of years.

Every time she showed him something resembling kindness he’s conflicted. He knows he should feel happy that she cares, but at the same time, why does she care? It’s not like she sees him as her son.

He turned to denial, insisting that Haggar couldn’t possibly be his mother, even though he new the truth deep down, and a part of him always secretly longed for her to remember who she was, who he was, and embrace him as her son. He hates that part of himself.

And when he does meet Honerva for the first time, it’s... tense... to say the least. Having his mother reach out to him and acknowledge him as her son is something he thought would bring him joy, but in that moment all the pain he went through rises back to the surface and he lashes out. He draws his sword and is about to cut her down but he hesitates. He’s trembling with tears in his eyes. He can’t forgive her, but he also can’t bring himself to kill her.

Then you have his relationship with his father.

It’s no secret that Zarkon is an awful man and a shity father, always has been.

The explanation as to why is kinda shaky. All we get is Zarkon saying Lotor is his greatest shame because he’s Altean but I don’t know about that. Zarkon may hate Alteans but he loved Honerva and I don’t think he would be ashamed of his relationship with her.

He definitely did his best Lotor’s heritage from the public. But I don’t think that’s the reason he hates him.

In my version of the story, Zarkon hates Lotor because Honerva died giving birth to him and Zarkon blames him for her death. He lost his beloved wife and was forced to watch the son that killed her waltz around wearing her face.

It didn’t help that Lotor was a snarky rebellious kid that liked to show off. He did things his own way, didn’t care much for rules, and had a real knack for finding loopholes. All things that made his strict father very angry. He was an embarrassment. Small and rebellious. That’s why Zarkon began training Sendak.

I personally believe the reason Zarkon was so trusting of Sendak and had so much faith in him was because Zarkon had been grooming him to be his “true heir.” Sendak is the epitome of what a Galra should be. Strong, loyal, and brave. He would be the son Zarkon wished he had. The favorite child.

Lotor obviously hates Zarkon, and rightfully so. Zarkon hates him for something he had no control over and constantly disrespects him.

Lotor may not follow the rules, but he passes every trial. He excels at everything he does but Zarkon refuses to see that all because he blames him for Honerva’s death.

Lotor sees Zarkon as an old fool. He knows that he could do a far better job at running the empire.

Lotor dedicated thousands of years of his life to overthrowing Zarkon. His hatred for his father was his motivation, what got him out of bed every morning, so when the deed is done and Zarkon was finally defeated, in the moments after he felt empty.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on that feeling for long. He still had to deal with his father’s men and take the throne that was rightfully his.

Then you have his plan.

Lotor’s plan in VLD is really weird and over complicated. There was no real reason for the whole draining Alteans thing. Just a lazy way of making him 100% evil.

The plot could’ve been a lot simpler. He gains the paladins trust, gets them to help him build his ships and overthrow Zarkon, and then once he has the throne he pulls an Uno reverse card and is like, “yeah, nothing personal but this was all a trick and imma lock you and your lions up now.”

Obviously more complicated than that but that’s the basic idea.

One of my main problems with VLD is that they had a bad habit of over complicating the plot. People don’t care about VLD because of the plot, they care about the characters and their relationships, the actual plot doesn’t have to be anything spectacular.

It’s strange to say but I feel like the writes tried too hard with Lotor. He had the potential to be an amazing villain but the writers were too focused on tricking the audience and making him angsty that they forgot to make him compelling.

#Voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #prince lotor #Lotor #emperor zarkon #zarkon #haggar #honerva #princess allura #Allura #acxa #ezor #Zethrid #narti #galra #vld critical #discourse #sincline

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Wonder Boy

Rated: T just to be safe. Yes it is based on “We Can Be Heroes” but it’s definitely not intended for kids (no surprise).

Pairings: Miracle Guy x Reader

Warnings: Language, a lot of cursing. Use of the word god as a curse if you aren’t into that. References to sex.

Word Count: 3,200

A/N: I wrote this because I realized I could only find one Miracle Guy x Reader fic and I kind of find that unacceptable. This is set before We Can Be Heroes which is why their kids aren’t mentioned. This isn’t beta read because I have no friends, you've been warned.

If someone had told you three months ago that you’d be strutting around town in a pair of cowboy boots and Daisy Dukes with the fucking Miracle “Wonder Boy” Guy himself you’d have laughed in their face. But this wasn’t two months ago. And here you were ludicrous attire and all sitting in some shity ass diner with the unofficial Heroics man whore.

The job sounded great. Well… not great great, but when you’re in your twenties with no hospitality experience and a new apartment with rent more expensive than your car you’ll take anything. It’s not like you were clueless, you had a plan, well originally. No one is stupid enough to move across the country without some type of plan to make money. Living with your sister seemed like the obvious choice. She was responsible, reliable, and If she was able to get married and buy a house in California she must know what she’s doing. It all seemed to be working out until she told you her very exciting news, she’s pregnant. It’s not like she told you to leave, but you got the hint that maybe it was time to start looking elsewhere for somewhere to live. That’s how you ended up here. Barely six months into living in a new state, working at a country bar. God, do people in California even eat barbecue?

It was your second week on the job, first week working alone. Of course being the new kid meant that you got the worst shifts. Afternoons. Who the hell was coming to a bar at twelve in the afternoon? Losers and sad sacks, that's who. Depressed unemployed bastards that were hoping for any sort of human interaction, and creepy douchebags coming in on their lunch breaks hoping to see a little more than denim when you bent down to pick the old straw wrappers left on the floor. You’d put him in that category.

He walked in like he owned the place, tall, blonde, handsome, all the things you weren't looking for. Too much like your ex. The last thing you needed was another blonde with a god complex looking to “fix” your admittedly fucked up life. He was followed in by a shorter man, if only by a few inches. With skin a warm honey color and coiffed hair falling in front of his glasses he could have stopped a room if he came in on his own, however he hadn’t and was now following behind the other admittedly cocky looking individual.

The room buzzed with a quiet murmur of whispers between employees and guests alike. The previously dead atmosphere was now filled with electricity. Damn, were you missing something? You knew you were new, but was there some type of spectacle you just didn’t get? No matter, if a man walks into a room with that kind of confidence he was either a big tipper or a pompous asshole, and you were about to find out.

“Hey darlin’”

And you got your answer.

Just smile, be nice. Flirt a little. Bat your eyes and hope for that great big tip.

“Wonder Boy.”

Fuck.

He scoffed, laughing a little and clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Actually it’s-”

“I don’t really care.” You smirked sarcastically. “Wonder Boy suits you fine.”

His friend laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. Damn he was handsome. The kind of person who doesn’t realize just how beautiful they are no matter how many times someone tells them. Wonder Boy on the other hand, he knew. Fuck he knew. He probably has never been turned down once in his life. He could probably spit on most girls and they’d say “thank you very much let’s do it again some time.”. It’s not like you couldn’t play that part. Giggle a little, laugh at his jokes and be handed that crisp fifty that’s probably worth more than the actual bill. He probably kept it just waiting there in his wallet for a moment just like this, or maybe his underwear because man, was this guy into himself. But who were you kidding, you weren't gonna play that game. Brutal honesty ran too strongly in your DNA, and you had already spent one too many nights in the two weeks you’ve worked here flirting with sixty year old men who were too occupied staring at your tits than to look at your face. Really you were just helping him in the long run. If you didn’t teach him that women were people, who would?

“And what can I get for you dear?” You smiled warmly directly at his friend.

That did it. His face dropped for a moment, before replastering on his cocky grin.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you working here for?”

“Money.”

“Hilarious.”

He smiled before putting his hand lightly over left arm that was leaning on the table. You put on your best seductive grin, batty your eyes before answering. “Oh I know, practically a comedian.”

“Oh really? Why don’t you give me your number so I can put that statement to test.”

This was your moment to lose. You leaned your body in close to the table before whispering in his ear, “No.”.

His smile immediately dropped, instantly replaced by a face of confusion. He leaned back in his chair laughing awkwardly shaking his head at you as if you were kidding. However, before he could ask you any questions you responded to what you imagined was running through his head.

“Because women don’t want to be hit on at their place of employment. Which you would have known if you didn’t have the ego of a prized stallion and took the hint when you sat down. “

Well so much for that tip.

You were right. He tipped you two dollars, on a fifty-three dollar meal! Fucking asshole. When he walked away his friend sweetly slipped a ten into your hand claiming his friend had just never been turned down before. No surprise there. So a week later when the pair turned up at the bar, to say you were surprised would be an understatement, you were fucking flabbergasted.

You hadn’t noticed the two walk in right away until your coworker Kelly loudly whispered that Miracle Guy was at their bar. Who? She attempted to sigh at you but her excitement made it come out as a breathy giggle. You petted the mousy blonde’s head attempting to calm her down, about to tell her she could wait on the guy when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey darlin’, I was hoping you were working today.”

My god that man was exhausting. You swore he was going to be the death of you, and after your previous encounter you figured it would be the last. You felt like you were going to go insane, however regardless you put on a brave face and turned around to address him.

“Wonder Boy, oh good you’re back.” You emphasised sarcastically, waving in unenthused jazz hands for good measure. “My section is that front left corner, so if you choose to sit anywhere else you won’t have to deal with my snarking comments.”

“You know Miracle Guy?” She whispered in a voice you assumed she thought was a subtitle tone. You weren’t about to explain to her it wasn’t and he and his friend could very clearly hear her. She was nice, if not a little ditzy. Honestly, it just gave you more questions than answers anyway. Who was Miracle Guy and why was he a big fucking deal? Ignoring her excitement you decided playing it nonchalant was the best move here. And by nonchalant, really more annoyed and dismissive.

“Yeah, he was here last week. He ordered the spare ribs. He’s kind of an a-” You turned as you talked to her, only to him sitting in your section a smirk on his face and his hand waving oh so dramatically at you. Game on buddy.

“Aren’t you concerned that your red meat intake is going to lead to heart disease?”

“Aren’t you concerned that you haven’t had a day off in two weeks?”

You two had been playing this game every day for weeks now, man this guy even came in on his days off. Marcus, whom you had learned his name, stopped coming after the first week of everyday constant bickering. Leaving you and Miracle Guy (something you refused to call him) to duke it out on your own. It was almost fun, something you would of course never tell him. Now that he learned to give a decent tip you looked forward to seeing the hotshot blonde every day. It was almost like having a friend, something you relied on.

“If you must know I picked up a few extra shifts. Not everyone is a millionaire superhero who can afford to eat at this fine dining establishment everyday.”

Your comment through him off guard forcing the laughter came out of his mouth in one strong blow. Taking not only the oxygen from his lunges with it, but also a wapping mouthful of silvia that got shot across the table like a model rocket. His laughter refused to subside as his intake of air was canceled by a generous amount of coughing.

You looked around the room for something to give him, but ultimately ended patting him on the back in a motion you knew was in fact not helping.

“You need to stop making me laugh when I’m trying to breathe, that’s just common courtesy.”

“Damn you’re right, I won’t speak anymore.”

He flopped onto the table dramatically, letting his arms reach the end purposely avoiding his drink. “Thank god! Finally some peace and quiet.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, settling into the light atmosphere. This had become your new normal, and you were okay with that. It was easy, lighthearted, and made working at a dive bar just a bit more bearable.

“Go out with me.”

The whole room went black, and for the first time you didn’t know what to say. In fact you couldn’t say anything. Your mouth felt drying and unusable. You stood there staring at him for a minute, maybe ten you weren't sure. Finally as the swirls behind your eyes began to fade you swallowed the lump in your throat. You paused after you began to speak realising that nothing was coming out. It was now or never. You closed your eyes counting to ten in your head before you answered.

“No”

“Okay, wait what?”

For the first time since he had walked into your bar you saw his facade crack. No longer confident Wonder Boy with a fake puppy dog pout. Or even the hotshot Miracle Guy with smugness written across his face just waiting to unleash his next comeback. It was like the first day relived, but ultimately worse. What did you do? You knew you were known for putting your foot in your mouth, but never have you told a flat out lie. To who? Miracle? Yourself? You had to fix this, you had to say something to fix this situation. Any was better than this. You just had to tell him the truth, after all it was your distinct quality. For better or for worse you were brutally honest.

“You’re a great guy Miracle, honestly you are. I know there are a ton of girls that want to go out with you.” The room went black. “they just aren’t me.”

Looks like there’s a first time for everything.

The weeks seemed to pass by slowing. Everyday in the same skimpy uniform waiting for your shift to end. You’d love to say that the job had just gotten more dull, but that was a lie. You knew exactly what was missing, and it just so happened to be a cocky blonde with a shit eating grin.

Working with Jack was nice. He was funny, approachable, and everyone seemed to like him. Unlike Kelly, he had a good head on his shoulders. However, if there was one thing to know about him, and was that Jack spoke his mind. All. The. Time. It didn’t matter who he was speaking to or who he was around, he would be telling it like it is.

“Hey, your hot regular is back.”

Your head whipped around so fast only too see fucking Marcus Moreno walking in the front door. Of course you liked Marcus, really you did, but he wasn't who you were hoping to see.

“That man is so fine.”

“Jack!”

“You should shoot your shot before some else does.”

You ran over to slap him in the arm. However, despite wincing he couldn’t stop laughing at you.

“All i’m saying is that you couldn’t stop talking about how cute he was after the first time he came here. And clearly he’s not back for the food, I mean if you play your cards right he might be eating something later.” He stopped to grab a notebook from your hands that you were about to hit him with before continuing. “You know what we say around here, save a horse, ride a cowboy. If you aren’t going to let me take a turn, it’s a crime to waste that fine ass.”

Before you could probably scold him, he gave you a wink and shoved in Marcus’ direction.

“Hey Marcus, what can I get for you?”

“He misses you.”

It would be so simple to pretend didn’t know who he was talking about. You could play dumb and end this conversation just as quickly as it began. It would be easy and guarantee you being home in an hour watching endless reality reruns with your dog, eating slightly freezer burnt ice cream.

“Marcus-”

“I don’t know what you said to him, but it really broke him. He’s been quiet, and you and I both know that’s not normal for him. I asked him to lay low on a mission the other day, and he did it. Miracle, “Mr. My Face is On Toothpaste”-”

“Yeah I can’t believe I missed that.”

Despite the serious situation he let out a snort, running his fingers uncomfortably through his hair. “I think you’re the first person I’ve met in months that didn’t already know exactly who I was.” He gulped. “And I think that’s the point. Miracle has never had a woman not falling at his feet when he’s shown the slightest interest.”

“So what? You want me to apologize?”

Your fight or flight response seemed to be kicking in. Because you couldn’t exactly walk away right now you instead relied on your second instinct, defensiveness.

“No, I’m not asking you to apologize. Let’s face it you could do a lot better than Miracle.”

“Tell me about it.”

“No, seriously. You’re smart, funny, you could do a lot better than him. But I’ve never seen him like this about anyone. By just coming to see you everyday he’s become a lot less of an asshole, and for a while I was genuinely concerned that would never be possible.”

It seemed like he was gearing up for an uplifting speech. It was no surprise that he was the Team Leader of the Heroics; he seemed like the type that gave them a lot, but you weren’t in the mood to hear it.

“Look Marcus I’m really not-”

“I’m not asking you to apologize. But whatever you said to him I was hoping maybe you might want to reconsider.”

Man this guy was smart.

“You already know what happened don’t you?”

“I’ve pieced some of it together.” But the look on his face said it all. He knew everything.

“He’s been hanging out at that diner a couple blocks down in case you were interested.”

Team leader was good.

And that’s how you found yourself at a sketchy diner at half past eleven dressed like a cowgirl from a 1970’s PlayBoy. He was sitting in a booth in the furthest corner of the restaurant, dressed in a black t-shirt. He had a chocolate milkshake in front of him that seemed water down like it had been sitting for a long time, but was still completely filled. His normally clean shaven face was replaced by the beginnings of a mustache.

“So is shitty dining establishments just your thing then?”

“You look good like that. Nice to see this uniform in fluorescent lighting.”

His tone was light and carefree, but you couldn’t help but notice how his smile didn’t meet his eyes. He looked fine, good even. You didn’t know what you were expecting, him to be a crying mess? It almost hurt that he wasn’t. If you didn’t look too hard he was the exact same Miracle Guy dreamily smiling on all the billboards and magazines… not that you had been looking at them. But he wasn’t. Marcus said that he was different because of you, and the way his eyes no longer sparkled made you hope that was true. Maybe you hadn’t missed your chance.

“Marcus came into my bar today.”

You figured that the best choice was to just be honest. Tell him how you felt. You tried to plan out what you were going to say to him during the three block walk over, but in this moment you didn’t seem to remember any of it.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s not into dudes right? Because I think my coworker is totally into him- you know what it’s unimportant. He said something and I wanted to know if it was true.”

You waited for him to answer, say something, but he didn’t. So you decided to just ask. “He said that you’ve been different since you met me, is that true?”

He nervously fixed his hair. You’ve noticed over the past couple months that he doesn’t run his fingers through it like Marcus does when he’s anxious, he fixes it. Afraid to be seen with anything out of place, afraid to let his guard down or his facade drop.

“I don’t know what answer you’re looking for. Am I supposed to say yes? Is this some type of test where I answer correctly and then you slap me anyway?”

“Will you go out with me?”

You did it. You were on cloud fucking nine. It’s like the world was shitting rainbows and unicorns just for you. All he had to do was say the word and the moment you’ve been replaying trying to fix in your head for weeks would be complete.

“No.”

Wait.

What?

What the actually fuck?

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m just kidding. Not so nice when someone does it to you now is it?”

You hated him. You actually fucking hated him. But as you scooted in next to him in the booth you knew everything was going to be okay. He gently started to pet your hair as you put your head on his shoulder. This is the moment you had been waiting for.

“You are the worst, I hope you know that.” The words may be harsh, but you both knew there was no real venom behind them. As he softly pulled your chin up to look at him you smiled. “I missed you Wonder Boy.”

“So how does this work, do I lean in first? Do you lean in first?”

“I thought you were supposed to be good at this?”

“I mean I am, but if this is my only chance with you I don’t want to screw it up. I can take my pants off now if you think it’ll be easier.”

Oh god. What had you gotten yourself into?

#miracle guy #miracle guy x reader #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes #marcus moreno fanfic #no y/n #weird country theme for some reason #wonder boy

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Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of King Lord Explosion Murder God *********💥), Manga Spoilers.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, The Angry Dandelion

Chapter 3: In Conclusion, This Day Was...

Chapter 4: Welcome to the Neighborhood

Masterlist \(￣︶￣*\))

✒A/N:

OH-EM-GEE-

It's really been a while since I updated this story, I really thought it was a couple of months ago, I’ve been very busy lately and just kept pushing writing for later, and later transformed into 8 months! I had to admit that I also had a huge block with this story, but recently I got a lot of inspiration and energy, chapter 6 is almost ready but editing needs to be done after all. Hopefully this would be a good one! There’s more details coming in future chapters and also new characters! I got a thing for OCs recently, I feel they add more personality to the story!

Enjoy!

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5: Aldera Chronicles

‘Just a good day’ That was what you prayed, asked for last night, and what you tried to repeat to yourself to keep calm and serene while you looked desperately for your earphones. As soon as you did, you connected them to your phone and searched for the loudest song you kept in your collection.

“Oi! I’m talking to you dumbface!”

The loudest one of all.

After the whole ‘neighbors fiasco’ you got stuck with Bakugou on your way to school, both of your mothers insisted that you should go to school together at least today, so you could ‘amend your differences and get closer’ you almost gag at the suggestion, but your mom looked so ecstatic about the idea of you making new friends, after all she hasn’t looked that excited in a while, so you could not find yourself saying no to her.

Although you ‘accepted’, that didn’t mean that you will stay with him all the way to school, right now you were still in their field of vision, so if you left him behind, they will notice. You were just waiting for the perfect moment, as soon as you made it to the end of the street and turned to the left, you will take that as a cue to hop on your bike and leave him behind eating your dust.

“What a shity morning, stuck with this idiot. That friking hag threaten me to change the wifi password if I didn’t come and to top it off, she had the fucking nerve to take my phone, fan-fucking-tastic…” Bakugou was right in front of you grumbling angrily and throwing profanities left and right. His anger was more than evident; he was more hunched over than normal; his hands were way deeper in his pockets to the point you thought he could rip them open and his feet were stomping on the ground with such intensity that you could almost feel it vibrate under your own.

Despite the fact that you could not see his face, you could bet your (F/C) post-its that there was an extra deep scowl and curled pouty lips ‘decorating’ his face right now. You tried to distract yourself with your phone and avoid Bakugou as much as possible, it was bad enough to spend more time with him than you already did in school, not to mention that unwanted encounters may become commonplace being next-door neighbors.

You sighted dejected at the thought, you really were kind of excited about moving to a new city, Musutafu was way bigger than Sapporo was, with bigger malls, parks, shops, restaurants and more fun things to do. But sadly for you, Bakugou manage to crush your hopes and expectations as soon as he opened his mouth, hell, even by existing actually.

Your attention was snaped back to reality when the sound of cars passing by and other students came to you. You got on your bike again, getting in front of Bakugou so you could reach the avenue faster, “Oi! Don’t go in ahead of me dumbshit!” You ignored him as he yelled at you, his words more and more inaudible as you got farther.

After a few minutes you had lost him completely, he probably went the opposite direction to the bus stop or the train station, Aldera was close, but not enough to go walking, you did it there in twenty five minutes with your bike if you took your time, fifteen if you were in a rush, you made sure to verify how long it would take you to get there the days prior that you had to actually go back to school.

You decided to relax and enjoy the view of the city and listen to your favorite songs like the day before. Luckily the Tatooine Station was open, safe and working at its fullest.

“Not a single villain in sight, phew, how good that they managed to clear the area otherwise I would have had to…” Suddenly memories of your crossing trough Dump Beach™ came to you, that was an experience you were so willing to don’t repeat ever again. “I wonder who else from my school had to make a detour like me yesterday, or if someone was involved in the incident… those ladies said it was a middle schooler, but it’s quite ambiguous data to make any conclusive statements, there are hundreds of middle schools in Musutafu and the commercial district is in the center, so it could be anyone.”

You stopped in front of a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. ‘I’ll ask Midoriya if he knows something else, he probably passed by or something’. You had to admit that you were kind of excited about the idea of befriending the green head, even with his nervous, anxious, jumpy and shy personality he gave you a kind and sweet vibe. His insecurity gave away his true nature; his clumsiness, the nervousness, overanalyze everything, the mutter, for some they could be annoying but you found it rather and oddly fascinating, it made him feel real, genuine and honest.

‘He’s almost like…’

The chirping sound of the traffic light snapped you out of your rampant thoughts announcing that the light had finally turned green. You started off with your bike along the rest of the pedestrians and continued on your way to the school.

The rest of the way to Aldera passed without any hitch, you left your bike locked and took your stuff to walk to the shoe lockers like yesterday, just a few feet ahead you distinguish a very familiar mop of green curly hair. He seemed slightly hunched and deep in thought, probably way too deep in thought to the point that you could see a colorful smeared aura surrounding him and the word mutter coming out of his mouth. And you were not the only one, as you could see the people around walking away, with slightly perturbed expression on their faces. You just took it as a cue to let your presence being known.

“Good morning Midoriya!” You hopped by his side and greeted him enthusiastically. The poor thing almost had a heart attack and jumped out of his own skin as you just scared the shit out of him. He released a muffled scream and seem to calm down a tiny bit to immediately turn the shade of a tomato and babble a greeting.

“G-G-G-G-G-Good mo-morning Shinohara-san! You-You-You caught me by su-surprise.” He squeaked as he covered his face with his arms and his eyes moved erratically to look everywhere but you.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry! I guess I let myself go a little bit.” You trailed, resting a palm against your nape.

“Oh nonono! Please don’t apologize! Y-Y-You were been courteous after all. He whispered breathlessly at the end fidgeting his fingers nervously. “I…nobody ever greets me or says good morning, I didn't expect it and that's why I got a little nervous. T-That’s all, so don’t worry.” His little confession shocked you for a moment, it was really depressing to be honest but it motivated you at the same time.

You beamed confidently at him, “Well Midoriya, I recommend that you get used to it then, because I intend to greet and say goodbye to you every day without fail from now on.”

He looked up at you with a surprised and somewhat puzzled expression, his fingers started to twitch nervously, his countenance became even redder if that was even possible.

“B-B-B-B-B-But Shi-Shinohara-san-!”

“Shush, shush, shush! I am not going to put it up for discussion this is how it’ll be from now on and it's over.” You placed your hands on your hips, a slight scowl adorning your face to accentuate your mock annoyance. “Besides, who will run away from Bakugou with me after I tell him how much of an asshole he is for the umpteenth time in a row?”

You relaxed your demeanor again, offering him a goofy smile, so he could notice that you weren't even mad to begin with. The poor greenette thought for a smidgen that he made you angry and that worried him profusely. But one glance at you told him that you were being sincere, he was scared that you could be trying to play a prank just to make fun of him as it has already happened to him so many times. that alien feeling of relief and tranquility invaded his chest, apparently the chance encounter he had with his childhood hero had been a good omen and brought him more good things that he could imagine.

His eyes teared up with hope and a squiggly smile adorned his face, he dried his tears with his gakuran sleeve and clenched his fists excitedly.

“So, what do you think?” you asked eagerly.

“I look forward for it!”

“Did you see what happened yesterday at the commercial district? It seemed pretty rough” You commented to Midoriya absentmindedly while you took your uwabaki from your locker. He visibly flinched as he heard your question almost dropping his shoes in the process.

“Ye-Yeah, they said that the pro heroes could hardly put up a fight because of the villain’s quirk.”

“Right? Hopefully All Might was nearby, otherwise who knows what would have happen. I wonder if the hostage is ok, I didn’t watch the news last night so I’m not pretty sure what exactly happened. Do you know how it was?

He flinched again and turned his head to you rigidly as you raised an eyebrow at his sudden odd behavior.

“I do-don’t know a lot but I read that everything was ok afterwards, the hostage walked out with just a couple of scratches, so there’s nothing to be concerned about Shinohara-san, it’s pretty nice of you to worry so much, especially since the hostage…” Midoriya looked down and tapped his trembling indexes together; he wanted to tell you something, but didn’t know how.

“Come on Midoriya, you already told me the hostage is ok, what can be so bad that you are hesitant to tell me?” You inquired him softly.

“Is nothing bad per se, well, you’ll see the hostage…” He paused and looked in all directions to check if anybody was listening. Ok, weird. He got a little closer to you and cupped his mouth with his left hand.

“The pe-person captured yesterday was-”

Your little hush-hush conversation was interrupted when the metallic sound of a locker being abruptly opened echoed in the sudden silent space. Your ears located the unexpected noise behind you and instinctively you turned to see what had caused such a ruckus.

A couple of lockers from you, a really angry and really frustrated Bakugou appeared right in front of your eyes. You observed how out of the blue everything and everybody seemed to freeze in time, and all eyes were on him. The atmosphere turned tense, every person there watched attentively his every movement, talking with just a glance, some people were whispering among themselves no even taking their eyes off him.

‘What the hell is happening?’

He took his uwabaki and slammed them on the floor, removed his shoes and buried them unceremoniously in the locker, slamming the door shut. He grumbled, trying fruitlessly to put his uwabaki, cursing that he couldn't put them on as smoothly as he would’ve liked. He suddenly stopped his movements, acknowledging the unwanted attention he was receiving.

“The hell are you looking at you fucking losers?! Why don’t you mind your own damn business, huh?!”

His voice echoed with fury at the school entrance, despite their obvious fear, nobody moved an inch, all the eyes glued on him. He finished to put on his shoes and stomped further inside. At the corner of his eye he noticed your presence and immediately stared at you, he seemed even more infuriated than before, this clearly soured his mood even further, if that was even possible.

You returned it with one of your own, as intense or more as his, the attention seemed to turn your way as your little staring contest became longer, Midoriya nervously looked between you and him, probably waiting for another showdown to break out, just like yesterday. Everybody’s breath hitched by the minute, but you didn’t back down, your (E/C) eyes met the fiery inferno of his crimson ones, after a couple more seconds he just tsked and stomped away with his hands buried way deep in his pockets.

After he left, the clock started ticking again, everyone took a breath of relief, averted their eyes from his retracting back and continued their lives like always. Midoriya’s shoulders relaxed significantly at the time that his soul slowly returned to his body. When you noticed him more calmed and focused, decided to address the elephant in the room.

“What. The. Heck. Just. Happened?” You whispered bewildered. “Who peed on his cereal? If this is something usual here, I’ll be more than glad to take my bike and go all the way back to Sapporo.” You crossed your arms over your chest and stared irritated at his retracting back.

“Well, now that Captain McTantrum™ left, what was that you wanted to tell me about yesterday’s incident?” You asked relaxing your demeanor to something more gentle and friendly. Midoriya flinched slightly and his poise appear suddenly uneasy.

“Um, well, the person-the-the person th-th-that got trapped by the mud villain, tha-tha-that person…” Midoriya tried over and over but it was useless, he couldn’t complete a single sentence without stumbling over his own words. Noticing that using his words would be useless, he looked at you in the eyes to then wander his gaze, pointing to something behind him. You started at him completely lost while he kept repeating the same cycle of looking at you and then looking away, urging you to get what he was trying to say, not moving his head once, like he was unsure to look back.

You exanimated what was at his back; just a couple of students walking to their respective classrooms, friends greeting each other, and Bakugou turning to the right at the end of the corridor to go upstairs-

‘Wait, Bakugou?’

Then it hit you, the awkward silence when he arrived, the unwanted starring, the murmuring, his more than usual foul mood, the outburst, Midoriya’s reluctance to tell you, he probably though he would get into trouble with him if it reached his ears that stupid Deku was talking shit of him to thief bitch. Everything made sense now. You broke out of your trance and looked at Midoriya “Was Bakugou?-” He eagerly nodded his head, satisfied that you finally understood him.

“Oh, I see…”

“Y-Yes…”

“…”

“HOLLY SHIT-”

With the issue clarified and only five minutes left before the class started you two proceeded to go upstairs as well. Midoriya and you made small talk with some intervals of comfortable silence here and there, soon enough you both reached your classroom, people chatting lively when you opened the door. Midoriya walked in just behind you as you made it to your designated seats.

‘If I’m not wrong, Math is our first class of the day’ your mind wandered to other school related topics while you seated at your desk, just as you did the bell ringed and your teacher entered the classroom and started his lesson of the day.

Midday finally came, which mean it was finally lunch time, you invited Midoriya beforehand to eat with you, he timidly accepted, after a lot of nervous quacking but you could tell he seem excited about the idea. As soon as the bell that announced the so waited lunch break ringed, you proceeded to pack your books and stationery into your bag and take out your bento when your desk was crowded by what it looked like to be all the girls in your class. One of them, a girl with short brown hair and blue eyes was the first to approach you.

“Hey Shinohara! Do you want to have lunch with us? We didn’t actually have the chance to talk yesterday and we thought it would be nice to know you better.” She spoke.

“Yuki-chan is right! Is refreshing to have another girl in the class after almost three years since we are very few, with you we are eight now!” Said another one of them visibly thrilled.

“You looked so cool yesterday when you confronted Bakugou!”

“I think nobody has managed to do that and live after it, or actually do it”

“Right?!”

“So awesome!”

They gave you a really kind and chill vibe, chatting and praising you animatedly. Although they seemed to really enjoy Bakugou’s antics against your green head classmate, well, nobody's perfect, noted. You can’t judge the book by its cover, but when you looked at them, it’s impossible to not think about…

The offer is almost irresistible.

Almost.

“That sounds lovely! But Midoriya and I agreed to have lunch together today, so I’m afraid we’ll have to leave it to another time.” You almost cringed at how cutesy and honeyed your voice sounded but they seemed to buy it, until their expressions made a 180. Their faces were shocked and almost offended at the thought of you putting him over their proposal. It was a ‘are you for real?’ reaction over all. You kept smiling at them to emphasize that you were serious, when the girl that talked first tried to dissuade you.

“B-But why don’t you eat with us today and leave your lunch with him for tomorrow? I’m sure Midoriya won’t have a problem, right?” She turned and looked at him just as the rest of the girls did after she, Midoriya flinched nervously holding his bento at the unexpected attention he was receiving.

“Eh…! I…! Well… Um…”

“You see! He’s ok with it!”

‘He hasn’t even said a thing!’ You thought trying to conceal your disbelief. ‘Let’s put all the beef on the grill then’

“Oh, I got an idea!” You chimed. “Midoriya! Why don’t you join us for lunch too? That way nobody eats alone and we get to know better! It’s a win-win plan! What do you think?” You were not dumb, although it was true you can’t judge anybody by a simple glance, you had a somewhat firm idea of why they were so eager to mingle with you, so you just did what you thought it was necessary to make sure it was not that, and what a better way than with your nerve-wreck of a friend.

‘What a better way to know someone’s character than by the way they treat others?’

The poor guy looked like he was about to have a seizure and your classmates were not any better; they looked at you even more astonished than before, and you could swear that they started to sweat. Suddenly they look to be hesitant, even the more insistent one. They looked at you, at each other and then at Midoriya.

“I-I think you are right, it wasn’t very nice to insist after you already had plans with…Midoriya, I guess we can leave it for another day.” The others seem to agree, a bit crestfallen but relieved nonetheless.

‘I knew it…’

They shortly left after that; you kept your friendly smile until they finally disappeared behind the door, when they were out of your view completely you let your smile fall and collected your lunch from your desk. You marched to the door, but stopped midway when you noticed that certain someone was still standing lost in his own world, mumbling nonsense as usual.

“Midoriya” You called him, he seemed to have got out of his trance and looked at you eyewided, confused and bewildered.

“Huh?”

“Are you coming or what?” You said smiling.

He stared at you genuinely surprised, but he swiftly shook his head and walked towards you.

“Yes!”

“A-Are we going to eat outside?” he asked curiously.

“I mean, it’s a beautiful day the temperature is perfect and this would actually be the first time ever that I had the chance to be outside in early April without freezing my butt. Do you have any place in mind?”

“No, I-I always eat by myself, so I prefer to stay in the classroom” He answered somewhat ashamed.

“Its ok, I know the perfect place.”

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silverryu25 · 4 years

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Hey, Santa Baby~ ;)

This was written for a raffle organized by @catsitta on tumblr (here is a link to the post if anyone wants to join! ends on Dec 30th). Since they said anything goes for the raffle I decided to do a smol fic (kinda? is 1k words considered a fic or a drabble? >.>) for some of their art UwU

And since tis’ the season we gotta go with a nice festive skele, right? So I picked this masterpiece! >:D

Under the cut cause of suggestive themes! ... what can I say, it’s Lust :P

A friend helped me pick who to pair Lust with! Hope you enjoy :D

Pairing: Rust (bara UF!Sans / UL!Sans) Tw: suggestive dancing, swearing

And I apologize but I’m stealing the title cause it’s too perfect UwU

AO3 link

Before starting I apologize for any OOC from Lust, but I never wrote him and there isn’t a lot to read with him so I might get him wrong >.>

A Giftmas party. He was stuck in a fucking Giftmas party.

Red let out an annoyed sigh, downing another spiked mustard shot. If he was stuck here, he’d at least get properly hammered. It would make time pass faster and let him relax enough not to start a fight.

And boy did he wanna start a fight.

There were too many versions of him that were getting on his nerves. He wasn’t a patient monster, not since forever, and if he snapped it wouldn’t end well. Especially since he seemed to be the biggest Sans here, most of his counterparts barely chest height, with rare exceptions. He didn’t really get how that worked since they were basically the same person, but he didn’t care.

He wouldn’t even be here if he had a choice. Boss insisted so now he was stuck here. For a while. He couldn’t leave without taking Boss with him and who knows when he’d want to go back to their shity universe. He was planning something with alliances or some crap like that. Red didn’t really remember and didn’t care. He knew he should, but he just didn’t have it in him to care anymore.

It didn’t really matter.

Why would he care? It’s not like he had anyone or anything to fight for. Boss was stronger than him at this point, he could take care of himself. No one needed Red. He was more trouble than use, especially with his short temper and violent tendencies. And even if he wanted, he couldn’t find anyone who would care for him, not with those useless, scarred, ugly bones of his.

Being surrounded by undamaged, smaller and softer versions of himself wasn’t helping his mood. He could feel every scar that littered his bones itching. It wasn’t like he was ashamed of them, they proved he could survive a lot of crap. But seeing what he could have been-

Before his skull could spiral down that thole anymore, the lights suddenly turned off. Normally, he would have panicked, but he was way too sloshed to really care what happened. He did tense up, preparing for an attack in case it came, but otherwise didn’t move. Luckily for him, instead of an attack there was a flare of stage lights and loud music started playing. It sounded familiar, but his buzzed brain wasn’t processing things right so he wasn’t sure.

The stage was drowned in red and green lights, occasionally a purple and pink one playfully mixing in. It was hypnotizing, drawing his eyelights to the centre of the stage. After a few moments, the curtains lifted showing a row of monsters lined up on the stage.

Red didn’t even glance at them, his attention instantly landing in the centre. There, looking absolutely sinful, was a version of himself. But he was so unlike Red, he couldn’t believe they came from the same basic source.

The monster was gorgeous. His ecto body summoned, soft and supple. A soft purple, shining beautifully in the hypnotic lights. He was wearing a hot dumb Santa outfit that barely covered anything. Hell, it showed off his cures and made them look even more attractive. And boy did he have curves. His female ecto body was very well endowed, curves in all the right places. Red felt his fists squeeze thinking how soft that ecto would feel in his rough phalanges.

Red didn’t have a chance to explore that thought cause the monsters on the stage started dancing to the song. They were pretty good, earning cheers from the crowd, but Red had eyelights only for one monster. He didn’t even know his name, but he couldn’t look away. He was too buzzed to fight it so he just gave in. He leaned back on the bar behind him and looked at the show, tracking every move, dip, hip shake and turn.

The monster was a talented dancer, as if he was doing it for a long time. Red could tell he was having fun, every movement showing his joyful intent at the attention and cheers. The music changed every so often, seamlessly flowing, the dance going faster, then slower, then speeding up again to follow.

Somewhere in the middle Red could swear he caught the monster’s eyelights. It almost looked like they sparkled as they met his. He was ready to dismiss it but suddenly the way the purple skeleton danced became... more intense? Practically lustful?

Red wasn’t sure if he was seeing right, his brain didn’t work properly, so he might have been imagining things. But right at the end, as some obnoxious holiday song was playing, the dancers paused for a few moments, standing in a pose with one arm up on their heads and one leg lifted, the other arm straight down, shaking in rhythm with the song. All the dancers were smiling at the crowd, as far as Red could tell from the corner of his vision.

Only the purple skeleton monster turned his head pointedly in Red’s direction and, with a wide and inviting smile, mouthed the song line “hey, santa baby~” and... winked.

Red could feel his cheeks warm at that. He was blushing? Fucking hell no. No way. He wasn’t. Why would he blush at something as stupid as a wink? And it probably wasn’t even for him. It must have been for some monster standing between him and the stage. What the hell was wrong with him.

Thankfully, the song stopped and the dancers bowed than left the stage. With a sigh of relief, Red turned back to the bar, finally free from that hypnotizing monster light show. He ordered a few more shots, still feeling too sober do deal with... everything.

The drinks were taking forever, making his mood sour even more. Just before he was about to growl after the barkeep there was a soft touch on his elbow. With a scowl and a “wha’ da fuck do ya want?” ready on his teeth he turned towards the offender. And froze.

There was the purple skeleton monster, still wearing that adorable ridiculous outfit. Red stared, feeling his mouth turning dry. He couldn’t think straight enough to say anything, but he didn’t have to. The smaller skeleton, mercifully, took the lead.

“hey big bone, i’m lust.” He gave his name, followed by a smile and that same sinful wink. Red could feel that blush returning full fore.

Suddenly, he didn’t mind being stuck at this fucking Giftmas party.

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Favorite part of the interviews and a song for all?

ivy: "*he keeps a small polite smile, silently gesturing to the refreshments available as he asks* how have you been finding angeles and the palace, ivy?

*/king doof-ael,/ the title her friend alba had dubbed him with, though she couldn't possibly off that as another name. even if it was interesting, it's only when raphael sits that she notices one of the imposing figures standing a ways behind him. /the divergent man/. seven. he was here? now???"

alaska ("and I walked off an old me/oh me, oh my I thought it was a dream/so it seemed/and now breathe deep, I'm inhaling/you and I, there's air in-between/leave me be, I'm exhaling/you and I, there's air in-between")

meredith: "*he keeps a smile at her* I believe I do prefer celebrations inside, though, knowing how hot it can get in the afternoon here in angeles.

*she feels a bit insensitive when he answers because it's such a huge "duh" moment and she kind of just didn't think about it before she made the comment about all the parties. but she can just add it to her mounting list of little mistakes. she grimaces and nods, murmuring* right, sorry, of course. *she shifts again, reminding herself that she needs to focus more* it's um... colder in northern angeles too. at least where I grew up *she breathes in a sigh because somehow she's turned this into a conversation about the weather, which she feels like is what you do when you're stuck in a waiting room with a stranger and even if that's what the interviews could be likened to she was hoping it wouldn't be like that. she squirms a bit more and honestly a bit of desperation is setting in and meredith unclasps her purse, finally looking down so she can see what she's doing. she hesitates a moment, then reaches a hand inside and pulls out an assorted bag of gummy bears, which she pilfered from the pantry the night before. she quickly closes the purse again, then her hands go to the bag as she opens it, the bag makes that loud plastic crinkly sound. meredith finally looks up at him again and gives him a weak smile, holding up the bag between them, with the opening facing his way* would you like some? *her eyes dart to sam and the cameras, then back to him* it has all the flavors, I think"

good as it gets ("just leave it up to me, to be sad in paradise/I got a good heart but f*ck it for the art/had a good life, I could never really see that/got so bad, lookin' for love in the trash/if I had it, I wouldn't know how to keep it/well, maybe i'm a mess/and maybe I'm depressed/and maybe I'll just find out who I am and I won't like who it is/and I'm a wreck"

diana: "*he shakes his head at her question, not dismissive at all but offering only this* I'm not the cooking or baking type. reading, you could say, is a hobby of mine - basic as it sounds. *he knows it's probably not enough as an answers so he also adds this* podcasts are a good alternative too if I'm moving around on vehicles *he leans back, putting his elbow on his arm rest as he thinks about the baking thing but wanting to confirm his guess he asks* if you don't mind me going back to the cupcakes, were they in celebration of something?

*she shakes her head when he calls his hobby basic* it's not basic at all. I love reading, honestly, it's a luxury to be able to pick up a book on any topic and learn about something new */especially when you never got a formal education past high school/. she thinks it but doesn't say it out loud*"

blind ("but you're a little like me, same type/cancels every date night/stays home, never leaves/just can't find the energy/I stay pretty numb/never fell for anyone/you seem similar/always end up getting hurt/I haven't felt a thing this year/and I'm only tryna be sincere")

dahlia: *elevator music*

alassie: "*he shakes his head at her question, unsure also of how she's approaching this either but he lifts a shoulder up* not exactly, since it was accidentally spilled on me. it's a shame, however, that I don't have the time to change until a few interviews after this. *he waits for her to take a seat properly, gesturing to the seat again* I do ask for your patience to look beyond that for the next five minutes of your time.

*she raises her eyebrows at his gestures, and settles a little more in her current position by crossing her legs. all his fuss over his jacket makes her want to roll her eyes, and she says sarcastically* I'm not sure I can. *she looks towards the camera crew, sounding more polite as she addresses them* can anyone bring us gin? and a dry cloth?"

entertainer ("you thought you had me, didn't you?/when you lied to my face, I could see the truth/every step of the way I knew/how you fooled me, boo/guess you didn’t know that/you were my favorite entertainer/I'd watch you, I'd laugh, I would fuck with you/don’t you take me for a fool/in this game, I own the rules")

ramona: "*he presses his lips together at her last statement, a wry smile on his lips* nothing that the palace laundry couldn't handle. though, it was my lucky shity that got stained.

*she quickly gives him a more sympathetic smile, replying in an almost joking tone* I hope that wasn't an omen for the rest of the day"

meet me at our spot ("i'm not getting younger/but when I'm older/I'll be so much stronger/I'll stay up for longer/meet me at our spot/caught a vibe/baby, are you coming for the ride?/I just wanna look into your eyes/I just wanna stay for the night, night, night")

rhea: "maybe you'll get to work into developing the shows themselves in the artistic team side now *he tilts his head* I'm sorry that you don't get to perform anymore.

*she waves the apology off* developing shows looks like fun - you get some more creativity. *this is what she had rehearsed for. random fact, something near embarrassing, to make her memorable - not something her mother ever said, but something guy of all people had suggested. she leans in with a sly smile* this sounds incredibly nerdy, but I- well, someone I know back home and I- started work on this musical about aliens"

honey ("'cause I'm a beautiful wreck/a colorful mess, but I'm funny/oh, I'm a heartbreak vet/with a stone-cold neck, yeah, I'm charmin'/all the pretty girls in the world/but I'm in this space with you/colored out the lines/I came to find, my fire was fate with you")

cornelia: "I still think invitations are a nice touch, if not the tiny umbrellas stuck on the cherries of the black forest cake. *he bobs his head at the mention of her friends, curious about them* did your friends get to send you off the other day?

*she chuckles because of his words* the tiny umbrellas /are/ a great detail. I didn't know those were something I needed in my life."

like real people do ("I knew that look dear/eyes always seeking/was there in someone/that dug long ago/so I will not ask you/why you were creeping/in some sad way I already know/I will not ask you where you came from/I will not ask you and neither would you")

kaden: "*he thanks her for the coffee, holding it with both of his hands for a bit to let it cool* my previous shirt and jacket have seen better days, and this is a new set of saucers and cups but thankfully not many other casualties *he shakes his head, lifting his mug up* I'd prefer to be drinking coffee or wine rather than have it accidentally on my shirt.

*she finishes to serve her own cup* a thrilling morning you're describing. *she looks up from under her lashes, still amused apparently* perhaps getting rid of the small talk would be for the best."

slow burn ("born in a hurry, always late/haven't been early since '88/texas is hot, I can be cold/grandma cried when I pierced my nose/good in a glass, good on green/good when you're puttin' your hands all over me/I'm alright with a slow burn/takin' my time, let the world turn/I'm gonna do it my way, it'll be alright")

andreia: "*should she look closely, there are coffee stains on the place setting of the coffee table while raffy is in a different shirt and jacket thanks to the wine incident earlier. around them, there are still cameras going off around them, documentation crew really going at it. still, raffy's standing tall with his hands clasped in front of him as she approaches, only offering her his hand when she's close enough to him so he can guide her to her seat. he tries to give her a small smile despite being tired* lady andreia, thank you so much for waiting. my name is raphael, it's a pleasure to meet you.

*being outside all day, with the sun being bright, has not been /ideal/ for andreia, but she's trying her best to ignore the budding headache. she takes his hand when she reaches him, but keeps her other hand in her pocket for the time being, and gives him a small smile in return* just andreia is fine. it's nice to meet you. *once the handshake is done, she takes the other hand out of her pocket, and smiles a little sheepishly before explaining* in iberia, it's rude to show up to someone's house without a gift to give the host *she holds out her hand and in it is a small origami corgi* I know it's not much, but... *she shrugs a little, still with the same sheepish smile*"

valerie ("well, sometimes I go out by myself/and I look across the water/snd I think of all the things of what you're doing/in my head I paint a picture/since I've come home/well, my body's been a mess/and I miss your ginger hair/and the way you like to dress/oh, won't you come on over?/stop making a fool out of me/why don't you come on over, valerie?")

arely: ??????????????

suzy: "*he waits for her to take a seat before taking his own, making a gesture for plato to follow like the besets boy he is and he stays by raffy's feet* he gets mad when he feels underdressed for an event. *he nods at her response to the food, understanding of her wanting to save space for dinner, but is very pleased to hear that she likes the food. he glances at the table, looking for his recommendation and gestures to a green tea bag* I believe some hot green tea would be nice before dinner. cleanses the palate too. *he tilts his head* any favorites from the selection of food earlier?

*she raises her eyebrows, surprised since she tried to dress up bom several times but she ultimately hated being dressed, even if it's a simple bow. she turns her attention to plato and looks down at him* a true gentlepup I see"

505 ("not shy of a spark/the knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark/frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark/the middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start")

#the selected

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mycatshuman · 4 years

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Castle of Devils

Can Ghost Get a Name Change?

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I'm sorry if this is shity.

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"So I have been doing some thinking," Valak said as he wandered into Virgil's room. The vampire was still on his hunger strike and sulking in his bed. Valak paid no mind to it though, he had haunted the other enough to know addressing it would only cause it to last longer. (At least he hoped so.) "And 'Valak' is so old school, don't you think?" Virgil didn't respond, too focused on trying to suppress his hunger. Valak already assumed Virgil wouldn't and carried on. "And my thinking has led me to come up with the idea to change my name."

This sparked Virgil's interest, but he still refused to answer. Valak didn't get offended by Virgil's lack of response. He knew the other tended to stay as quiet as he could when he was hungry, at least until the feeling went away. "Now, I'm not sure what kind of name I want yet, like how do you choose a name? What is a name? What is society?" Virgil snorted. Valak counted that as a win. "Anyway, of course I have to keep the snake aesthetic-"

"Drama queen," Virgil cut in with a smirk.

Valak feigned offense. "Why I never! Me? A drama queen? It's impossible." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Now, as I was saying before I was so gracefully interrupted." Valak cast aside his glance at Virgil who simply stuck his tongue out at the ghost. "And since I am practically your mother at this point,"

"You're not my mom," Virgil objected.

Valak rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Virgil? Why if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be out here chasing your dreams? And honestly, could you really forget the amount of times I've scared humans out of the castle because you forgot to lock the door. Honestly, you must have a death wish or something."

"Well," Virgil started.

Valak turned around to face him with a glare. "No, no death wishes allowed."

"Aww but it's so fun," Virgil teased.

"Did that even make sense?" Virgil shrugged. "Well, I was thinking, since I am such a good mother to you-" Virgil rolled his eyes "-that decided I would find a name with the same cultural origin as you!"

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Janus."

Virgil blinked. "Janus?"

"Yeah," Valak started, suddenly insecure, "Is it bad?"

Virgil was silent for a few moments before nodding his head. "No, I like it, it's certainly unexpected. But unexpected is good."

"Really?" Valak asked as he floated closer and down onto the bed.

"Yeah, it's cool."

Janus smiled. "Thanks, Virgil."

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"Wow! This is quite a place you got here, Roman!" Remus exclaimed as he entered Roman's home, his brother pausing to lock the door.

"So, what are we going to do about the vampire?" Roman asked, cutting right to the chase.

Remus frowned. "I told your, dear brother, that I'm going to have to see him in action first before I can decide how we go about this."

"But that could result in someone dying!" Roman exclaimed, angrily.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Well I don't want to go in and end up getting killed because we underestimated him."

Roman left out a huff. "Fine." He sat down on his couch as Remus continued to explore his home. Soon, his brother came back and plopped down on the recliner opposite his brother. Roman had calmed down enough by now to ask his next question. "Is there a way to protect my friends Logan and Patton?"

"Oh, sure," Remus said. "So long as they keep a lot of garlic on them."

"But it put garlic in the food I ate!" Roman exclaimed. "That's not going to work!"

Remus rolled his eyes. "And you like to boast that you're the smart one. Tsk tsk." Roman growled. "Too much garlic affects vampires. Their sense of smell is heightened so it's going to repel them due to the strong smell." Of course there was the possibility of a vampire who wasn't put off by the smell. But Remus was trying to get his brother laid by the man he loved. And then he could call him a monster fucker. So Remus left that tidbit of information out.

"Okay," Roman started. "So how much would we need?"

"Take the amount you find unbearable and cut it in half. Their senses are about doubled so it'll be about the same experience you would have with the full amount. Or you could just get about 30 cloves of garlic and hope that works " Remus snickered as Roman carefully sorted through the information.

"Okay, so I just have to tell Patton and Logan to buy a lot of garlic and keep it in the house until this problem is solved. But what about when they aren't at home."

"That's iffy. They could wear garlic around their neck but that might get them some looks. So they could just eat a lot of it or wipe down with garlic juice."

"Ew!" Roman exclaimed.

"What? It'll work."

Roman sighed before picking up his phone and calling Logan. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, Roman was taking no chances when it came to his friends safety.

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"Who was that?" Patton asked his husband as he entered the study.

Logan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That was Roman. He went to see his brother. The two have since discussed how to protect ourselves from the 'vampire'."

"Okay, what did he say?"

"He said that we need to, and I quote, "get a lot of garlic, like a shit ton.' I am not putting up with this foolishness. I do not want our home smelling like garlic, this is ridiculous."

Patton smiled softly at his husband. "Come on, Logan. You saw how torn up Roman was over this whole issue, I think its the least we could do until we find a way to prove that this fellow isn't a vampire."

Logan stared at Patton as if he had grown a third head. Shocked and curious. "Patton, I do not understand how filling our house with garlic to the point that it is nearly unbearable is in anyway helpful."

Patton sighed. "Okay, think of it this way, would you rather not listen and have Roman do it himself?"

Logan's eyes widened in horror as he realized that if they didn't do it, Roman would. And if Roman did it, they wouldn't have much say in how much garlic invested their home. "Well, it appears that we are going to the store today," Logan replied as he straightened his tie. "Although I find this whole affair utterly foolish and childish, I do wish to remain in control in such a situation as to how much garlic we bring into our home, and Roman is anything but subtle."

Patton giggled. "We can get some Crofters while we're out, too." Logan had never moved faster in his life.

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Roman's nose wrinkled as he brought the last bag of garlic into his house. "This is absolutely unbearable!" He exclaimed as he dropped the bag of garlic to the floor.

Remus grinned as he bounded into the house. "I know! Isn't it absolutely stinky!!"

Roman cringed at his brother. How anyone could find joy in things that made others uncomfortable or cringe, he wouldn't know. But he somehow got stuck with one of those people as his brother. But, he supposed it could be worse. "You're absolutely sure this will work?" Roman asked again as he began moving the garlic into his kitchen to keep it out of the spaces he actually used.

As he moved them, he found himself thinking of how outraged Virgil would be if he saw the state of Roman's kitchen. He would probably go off asking how Roman survives on his own. Roman giggled before remembering. The monster must have affected me more than I realized. Roman quickly put the rest of the garlic in the kitchen and forced his mind to focus on anything else.

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Remus sat up once he heard the door to his brother's room close. Now it was time for him to muddle. He pulled out his laptop and began searching through the internet for any information on Virgil Stoker. He didn't find much personal information. He did however find a crafting business website for a Virgil Stoker. Whether or not this was the Virgil Stoker that his brother talked about, he couldn't be sure. What Remus could be sure about, is that his brother was seriously suppressing some feelings. And as his twin brother, it was his duty to muddle in his brother's love life. One that Remus took very seriously.

So of course he had to do more research. He moved to type into the search bar before he paused. What should he search for? How to seduce a vampire? How to make a man fall in love with a vampire? How to get your brother to fuck a vampire? He supposed this was a more complex situation than he originally thought. Well, he would have to search through the results for each question. Then he could scrap together a plan.

Remus's face split into a crooked smile. He was really going to enjoy this.

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Virgil wasn't really sure what he had expected when he went to the grocery store for the first time since the move. However, he was sure that he did not expect to see Roman and a person who looked fairly similar to Roman rushing through the store with a cart full of garlic. Thinking about it later it did hurt him to imagine that the cause for the garlic shopping Roman was doing was because he wanted to ward him off.

Virgil then began to wonder if maybe he should not have come. He didn't want to push Roman or be one of those types of crazy ex's. And of course Roman would take it that way because Virgil had never really shown Roman that it would be for any other reason. This led to Virgil sitting in the dark basement of his new home, where all his things sat ready to be unboxed because Virgil was a king at procrastinating. (And why wouldn't he be? He was a vampire who had lived hundreds of years. He could afford to procrastinate.)

That's where Janus found him after he came home from his roaming around the neighborhood. He had to introduce himself to the other ghosts, he couldn't always spend time with Virgil and Virgil couldn't always spend time with him. Plus, Janus needed some new people to spill the tea with. And he needed to be in on the tea spilling.

"Virgil?" Janus called softly as he glided through the air smoothly. "Something seems to be upsetting you."

"Nice going, Einstein," Virgil spit out as he dug his nails into his arms once more and dragged down. Blood beaded from the scratches until they closed up due to the enhanced healing rate his vampirism gave him.

Janus rolled his eyes and glided down to sit beside Virgil. "Are you going to tell me or are you going to have me guess?" Virgil stayed quiet and raked his nails down his arms once again. "Alright, so does Roman have a boyfriend?" Janus paused to take in Virgil's reaction. "I'll take that as a 'no' then. Maybe he screamed at you and called you a monster. Or maybe he threw holy water at you? Or perhaps he hit you with garlic," Virgil tensed and clenched his hands around his arms, the nails piercing his skin. "Ah, I see I have hit a nerve. Does it have something to do with hitting you or the garlic, hhm?" Virgil clenched his teeth as Janus let out a sigh. "So I see, it was the garlic, then?"

Tears fell from Virgil's eyes as he finally fell apart. "I saw him buying a lot of garlic and I know it doesn't really affect me but I know he was getting it to ward me off and I know he hates me and he's probably planning ways to kill me," Virgil sobbed into his hands as Janus carefully inspected the new information.

"I think," he began. "Roman needs some time to process everything, he is running on fear right now, he's not thinking right. I think we just have to prove to him that you aren't a monster."

Virgil wiped the tears from his eyes. Goodness he was so emotional over this. "Do you really think that's going to work?"

Janus hummed. "I think that Roman just needs to be reminded of why he fell for you in the first place."

Virgil snorted. "Are you sure he even fell for me at all?"

"Come on Virgil, you're a mysterious emo guy with a castle and a love for Disney. I'm pretty sure that's Roman's type." The two undead friends erupted into laughter as the mood in the room lifted slightly. Things were going to be okay. Maybe not right away, but they would be in time.

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stupid social experiment

Disclaimer: there is no logic and this would not happen in real life but its a shrink fic and those are never quite logical are they..... anyway be ready for frustrating levels of inaccuracy, I'm sorry Tw: it's a long fic, a lot happens, there's a bunch. D slur, shots, falling, fainting, extreme fear, the usual

minimal to no mean girls knowledge needed for this fic

This was bound to be stupid as fuck.

Northshore doesn't get picked for anything good.

So this "social experiment" was going to be boring.

Calling it now.

We don't even know what it's about. Parents know. They signed a bunch of forms.

We don't know who is running it, what they're trying to study, any of it.

If it's just a Here's What You Do episode I'm dropping out of high school.

"Janis!" An arm wraps around my shoulder and I turn to see Damian.

"Hey," I show him the slip of paper I was handed. "I've been randomly selected for the experiment. Why are they calling it an experiment? What is it?! What are they going to do to me?" I flop against Damian dramatically and he laughs.

"Jan, your mom signed off on whatever it's about. I'm sure you're fine."

"Well, I hope so. Because they want me in the library right now."

Damian tsks. "I'll either see you at lunch or the next period if it takes too long."

I nod. "Right."

Damian squeezes my shoulder before breaking away, heading to the lunchroom. "Love you!"

"Love you too." I mumble, making way to the library.

There's a teacher outside, keeping watch, and all windows to the libraries are covered.

A pit forms in my stomach.

Whats this experiment about that requires so much secrecy.

"Hello, Janis." The teacher nods. She's a short English teacher I had last year.

Hated her, she never let Damian and I sit together.

"The library is closed today, I'm sorry."

"I'm here for the-" My voice falters as I lift the paper. "Thing."

She nods, opening the door.

The library is filled with students and people I've never seen before. There's a cloth creating a barrier from the entrance to the library and the back, with students and workers walking in and out.

"Hey, love!" There is a lady at the main desk who I've never seen before. Definitely not a librarian. "Can I get you checked in?"

"Yeah, Uh- what's this all about?"

"Surprise." The lady says with a wink. "Name?"

"Janis, Sarkisian. S-A-R-K-I-S-I-A-N."

"Alrighty, Janis. Height and grade?"

Height and grade?!

Why hight?

"I- uh, senior. And 5'10?"

"Lovely. You can go right back and sit in one of those chairs while you wait."

I frown but walk over to the clump of chairs anyway.

Aaron Samuels sat in one of the chairs to the far right. He gave me a slight nod before looking away.

Whatever.

Better than how most people treated space dyke.

The curtain behind me pulled back revealing Regina Geroge walking through.

I instantly looked to the ground, avoiding all eye contact.

Revenge party was last year. Yeah, we both apologized, but that didn't make us friends.

Nowhere near, actually.

"Coco, Sarkisian, and Samuels?" A professional doctor person pulled back the curtain, calling names off a clipboard. A couple of us got up, walking back.

My heart was pounding out of anxiety and curiosity.

I hated being on camera. Were they gonna interview me?

"Please sit down for your shots?"

"Our what?" Aaron asked.

"You mean a photo, right?" Somebody called from behind me.

"No, like the quick pinch with a needle. You may each take a seat."

I froze.

No.

Nope.

Nu-uh.

"I don't do- needles." I say, stepping backward.

The doctor sighed. "A fear of needles is normal, I'll make it quick."

Why do we need shots for a social experiment?

"You can find somebody else." I say, shaking my head. "I'm not kidding. I kicked a nurse once."

The doctor just chuckled, guiding me to a chair. "Relax, deep breaths, it won't be too bad."

I wanted to scream and cry, thrash around because what the fuck has my mom signed me up for- but I can't do that in the fucking high school library.

Instead, I let the "doctor" clean my arm, scrunching my eyes tight and cringing.

I flinch when I feel a pinch in my arm, followed by a quick tap with a bandaid.

"All done. See? Not so bad."

Debatable.

"What was that?" I ask, getting up.

The doctor smiled. "All part of the social experiment."

Don't I have the right to fucking know what's just been injected into me?

Did I just get a heroin addiction?

Shane Madej’s fears seem a lot more relevant now.

The doctor hands me a lollipop. "Only for the best patients."

I frown, but take it anyway.

One weird social experiment.

"A shot?"

"A shot."

Janis had just joined Damian and I at the lunch table, telling us about the social experiment.

"They gave me a butterscotch lollipop. I don't even like butterscotch!" Janis whined. "Want it, Cady?"

I shake my head. "I'm good."

"Damian?"

The boy takes the lollipop without hesitation. "But you hate shots."

"I do. I'm surprised I didn't puke."

"No kicking the nurse?"

"No."

"This is good!" Damian grinned. "A big step."

"There's gotta be a law about injecting people with random needles and not telling them." I say.

Janis just shook her head. "You would think so."

"Regina!" Gretchen ran up to me. "Any updates about that shot you got?"

I shrug. "No Gretch. And it's been a week. I doubt anything is going to happen."

I've been going into the library every day to get my vitals rechecked.

No changes.

Some social experiment.

Gretchen nodded. "Well then if you're up for it, maybe we could throw a party this weekend?"

I shrugged. "Let's ask Karen about it at lunch."

Gretchen nodded, typing away in her phone. "Let's go to the cafeteria."

I nod, turning on my heels and stepping away from the locker.

My limbs feel funny, like tv static all over.

Not painful and nowhere near enough to be concerning, but- odd.

"Aaron, you need to pay attention." I scold.

"Cady, my head hurts. Can we take a small break." Aaron shakes his head. "I don't know what's up with me." It's Aaron and I's lunch period and while Aaron is great, I would much rather spend it with Janis and Damian right now.

I sigh. "Sure. Let me know when you feel better."

Aaron nods, taking a sip of his water. I look back down to my notes trying to prepare what to do next.

I can hear Aaron place his water bottle back down, letting out a pitiful moan.

"Aaron, if you really feel sick maybe it's best you go ho-" I look up but Aaron isn't there anymore. "Aaron?"

Damian and I walked through the halls idly. It was almost the end of our lunch period and we didn't really have anywhere to be.

"Dame, my head is pounding." I groan.

Everything felt off. It started small- a minor headache that formed last period, but now everything hurt. I felt nauseous, my head may explode, my limbs felt heavy, and my vision was swarming.

Damian took no pity in me. "This is what three all-nighters in a row does to you Jan. I love you and I wish I could help, you should have gone to bed last night when I told you too."

"Something tells me this isn't lack of sleep." I mumble, looking down. My vision had fully become a swarm of grey haze.

"You got sick because of a shity immune system because of lack of sleep."

He doesn't believe me.

I mean, he shouldn't.

He's right, I have a history of bad habits getting me sick.

But,

"Damian that's not-" I take a shuddering breath and stop walking. My entire body feels numb and broken. "That's not it."

Was this death?

It ached to the point of sharp pain.

"C'mon Jan." I could faintly hear Damian keep walking over a harsh ringing in my ears.

"I- ah-"

My knees were buckling, everything burned. Why does it burn?

I could vaguely feel my knees hit the cold tile before I felt nothing.

Not that it lasted long.

Or maybe it did.

I fucking passed out.

My vision was blurry as I peered down at the tile. The ring in my ear was fading but my body still had an overall ache. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to lift my head.

I just wanted to lay back down.

But-

The bell was gonna ring and seeing space dyke just lying on her stomach probably was just gonna get me teased.

I sit up, ignoring the way my stomach twists and look up-

-what the fuck?

What the fuck what the fuck what the fresh ever-loving godsend of a fuck?

Even through the blurry haze covering my vision, I could tell something was wrong.

The lockers in front of me were big.

Not big, fucking huge.

The other set of lockers I had pushed myself against were the same. The tiles underneath me weren't an exception.

The entire hallway was hu-

No.

I've seen the movies.

I know where this goes.

I'm just really small.

Somehow- that realization didn't sit much better with me.

My stomach twists again as I look down.

Maybe I was still passed out?

Was this a weird hallucination?

Something deep down told me that wasn't the case.

"Janis?"

I freeze.

My breath feels caught in my throat.

I know that voice.

It's loud and echoes through the halls, but I know that voice.

I don't raise my head, I don't think I can physically bring myself to move, to react, to respond.

I'm frozen. Maybe it's fear, maybe its denial that this is actually happening.

From my peripheral vision, I can see sneakers a couple feet away.

Giant fucking sneakers.

Too close.

Too big.

I know who owns a pair like that.

I force myself to look up slowly, ignoring the dull thump in my head.

Damian stood a little further down the hall at his full height.

How I should be right now.

He looked down at me with wide eyes, probably having the same moment I'm having.

Everything is so big.

Except for me.

Oh god.

My throat is dry and if feels like air isn't properly getting to my lungs as it should.

Damian, my best friend, who was tall normally, now quite literally towered over me.

Neither of us said anything.

Neither of us moved.

My brain was still trying to process the situation.

This had to be a weird fucking dream.

Right?

Damian was right, I need more sleep, so my body forced shut down and now I've got a nightmare.

Right?

My mind thinks back to the shot I got Monday. Five days later and nothing changed- until now.

Was this-

Was this part of the experiment?

"Hey, Jan?" Damian's voice is soft, but that doesn't make it quiet.

To me, at least.

"Are you okay?"

I don't respond. I can't bring myself to. I'm frozen.

I'm tiny.

I've been shrunken and now I'm in the middle of a giant ass high school hallway, unmoving.

What the fuck?

What the fuck.

"The bell is gonna ring. You can't just sit there." Damian talks again.

I give a small nod, not really paying attention.

How could I?

I was four inches tall- at most.

The world that was normally just scary was now big and scary.

I look back down to the floor underneath me. I can't look up, I don't want to look up.

This was just a weird fucking dream.

It had to be.

"Jan-" Damian's voice is full of worry.

My total silence probably isn't helping.

There's movement out of the corner of my eye as Damian steps forward.

"No!"

My head snaps up as I push myself back.

Damian freezes, visibly surprised by the sudden outbursts.

"Please. Just- not yet. I-" I look at my hand that pressed onto the ground. It's so small compared to the pattern in the tile.

I'm so small.

I bite my lip, trying not to cry. It'd be stupid to cry. Crying won't fucking fix this.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. I know Damian can't hear it. I don't look back at him.

I don't want to see the hurt and worry on his face.

Stupid fucking social experiment.

Damian knelt down but it didn't help.

Everything was so big.

What the fuck.

"Jan?" His voice was softer this time. "You okay?"

I gazed up at him, he looked as scared as I felt. But- so tall.

"I'm-" My voice trails off. What do you say in this circumstance?

The hell if I were to know. Damian frowns.

"The bell is gonna ring, Janis. We gotta get you somewhere."

I push myself further against the wall.

I knew what he was implying.

I'd have to move.

He'd have to pick me up.

This was Damian. He wouldn't hurt me.

But I'm so small.

What if something happened?

What if I fell?

"Janis," I can hear the stress in Damian's voice. "I'm not gonna touch you unless you say okay. But- we're running out of time here."

I rub my hands up and down my fishnets nervously. "O-okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." I push myself off the locker, taking a deep breath.

It's just Damian, it's just Damian, it's just Damian.

Damian leans forward slowly, like he was scared to set me off again.

Everything about seeing a giant hand reach for me set off so many alarm bells in my head but I tried not to let it show.

It's just Damian, it's just Damian, it's just Damian.

I force myself to look away as his hand gently scoops me up from behind.

Woah.

That's-

-different.

Damian sits back on his heels, bringing his other hand to cup underneath me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I- thanks."

I've held Damian's hand before, quite often actually. But I've never been held in Damian's hand before.

It was weird.

Like, when he moved, my body felt a little delayed. I was hyper-aware of the slightest shifts.

"I'm gonna get up now." Damian warns me.

He shifts me gently into one hand and holds it closer to his chest as he sits up.

I grab onto his fingers at the sudden change in altitude. It was only a couple feet but it left me a little nauseated.

Damian freezes. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry just-"

"Don't apologize." Damian says softly.

I know he's scared, maybe even as terrified as me. But I'm not sure how to comfort him.

I fit in his hand.

I can hardly do much.

"I'm gonna find an empty classroom, okay?"

"Alright." I don't let go of his finger as he begins walking, pulling me closer.

"Regina, please calm down"

"Calm down?! Gretchen did you just tell me to calm down?! I am the size of a Crayola Crayon and your gonna tell me to calm the fuck down?!"

Gretchen blinked at me, her mouth agape.

I groaned, placing my head in my hands. One minute I'm sitting at my lunch table complaining of a headache, the next I'm passed out on the lunch table.

"You're kinda cute at this size. Like a doll." Karen smiled.

"Well, I'm not supposed to be a doll, Karen!"

I didn't seem to be the only person in the cafeteria having this issue. The entire room was just general panic all around.

"Regina, I know your upset but please don't stand so close to the edge of the table-"

I look back to Gretchen just in time to see a hand reach for me.

"Stop!" I hold my hands out defensively, taking like seven steps backward.

Gretchen's hand falls back into her lap and she stares at me wide-eyed. "Regina I'm sorry, I just-"

"I don't need your help." I say through gritted teeth.

I feel pathetic for getting freaked over a hand. Gretchen's hand no less.

There were tears in my eyes and my heart was pounding.

This is embarrassing.

"Are you crying?"

"No, Karen. I'm not."

"Gretchen, I think she's crying."

I can't help but laugh at the blonde in front of me. It's a short, bitter laugh, but it's a laugh.

Karen seems to take this as a win as she hums contently, turning back to her phone.

Gretchen is staring at the hand in her lap and I feel a wave of guilt wash over me.

It's not her fault I freaked out.

I look down at my body.

Tiny.

There's no way I'm traveling around on my own.

I'm gonna need Gretchen and Karen.

I can't keep yelling at them.

I wipe the tears away from my eyes, stepping forward.

"Hey, Gretch?"

"Yeah?" She doesn't look away from her hand.

"I'm sorry for uh- lashing out. It wasn't your fault."

Gretchen looks up at me like she's never heard an apology before. Probably not from me at least.

Maybe it's selfish to only apologize when it benefits me. It probably is. But-

I've got bigger worries than my moral compass right now.

There's a crackling of the intercom, a lot louder than I ever remember it being.

"The whole school to the gymnasium, asap."

"Do you think that has to do with whatever just- happened?" Gretchen motions vaguely to my small form.

"The hell if I know. Just pick me up and let's go."

Gretchen hesitates. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you or anything I-"

"Gretchen. I can't walk there myself."

"Right."

I pushed carefully through the crowds of students in the hall, extremely mindful of Aaron in my hands.

It seems we weren't the only ones with this issue as I passed all my classmates, a couple of them also holding tiny peers.

There's a group of football jocks all traveling in a pack. "Glen Coco coming through." They yelled.

I caught a glimpse into the center of their group and sure enough, Glen Coco sat in one of his bigger friend's hands.

"Cady!"

I turn around to see Damian coming over. "Thank god you're okay."

I nod. "Yeah, where's Janis?"

"Hey."

I blink in disbelief at the small girl cupped in Damian's hands. She looked like she was gripping onto his pointer finger like her life depended on it.

How many students were affected?!

I frown. "I'm so sorry, Janis."

"Yeah, me too." She sighs. "Is that Aaron?!"

"Yeah." He calls from my hands. I lift him up more with a smile.

"Studying gone wrong."

Damian just shakes his head. "We were in the hallways."

We continue walking into the gymnasium. The bleachers are already pulled out and there is a man in a white coat standing at a podium. I can feel Aaron tense up in my hands as Damian and I take seats near the relative front.

"You recognize him?" I ask.

Aaron says something, but I can't hear him over the crowd around us.

"Hold on, Aaron." I shift my hands, bringing him up to my shoulder. "I can bearly hear you."

"Oh," He climbs on, gripping the shirt underneath him. I'm careful to remain deathly still as he sits.

That was one of the doctors who were giving shots."

I nod. "So this whole thing is related to the shrinking."

I look over to Janis, who Damian held protectively close to him. The poor girl seemed terrified and to be honest, I would be too.

The gymnasium was crowded and unnerving at my size. I can't imagine how she and Aaron feel.

I wish I could help more but everyone seemed equally at a loss of the situation.

"Janis?"

She was staring out at nothing, totally out of it.

"Hey, Jan, Cady's talking to you." Damian nudged her gently.

She blinked, shaking her head before turning to me. "You okay?" I ask.

"It's really loud," Janis says. I can tell shes yelling just to get her voice to travel so I nod instead of keeping the conversation going.

The man-who-shot-my-friends-doctor-person stepped up to the podium, raising his hands to call for silence.

When the school had settled down, he began. I didn't pay much attention. He basically gave us his name and a vague description of his job. "Studying how society reacts to changes and new environments". He said he was excited to work with us, he had never taken his studies to a highschool.

Basically, shrinking half the school was a change. A big one if you asked me. And they wanted to see how a much of immature teenagers react.

Don't scientists have better things to be doing?

Like curing cancer?

I felt hyper-aware of Aaron balancing carefully on my shoulder as the scientist talked.

"It is odd that the results took a week to show."

Aaron scoffed. He was so close to my ear that I could hear him clearly.

"With that being said, it will be a couple of days before we've got a reverse and there's no saying how long it will be for it to kick in."

"How long are you thinking?" A student from beside me said.

"A week. At least."

"A least?!" I behind me to see a small Regina rushed to the edge of Gretchen's hand, ignoring the yell Gretchen gave, curling her fingers up. "I'm gonna be like this for a fucking week?"

I looked at Damian next to me. Janis sunk low into his hands, tears in her eyes. My heart broke slightly.

I wish I could pull her into a hug and help like she has done so many times for me.

The most scient continued. "You are all expected to continue attending class as usual. We will keep the selected student updated and-"

"Wait! How are they expected to get to class?"

"Yeah!"

"This sounds dangerous."

I nodded along to the last one. It did.

The scientist sighed. "That is for you to figure out. Now-"

"This is stupid. So fucking stupid." I frown.

Damian looked down at me. "Yeah."

He was walking to his car with Cady (and Aaron and me). Damian normally drove Cady and I home but now I really needed the help.

"I'm a high school student! I should be worrying about my next chemistry exam. Not the fact that I'm three and a half inches tall."

Aaron made a noise of agreement from where he clung to Cady's shoulder.

Bold moves, dude.

I'll stay here.

Damian shifted me into one hand as he opened his car door.

"How are we gonna do this?" He mumbled, sitting down.

We were all silent for a bit.

"I could hold both of them?" Cady offered as she shifted Aaron into her hands.

"Jan, you okay with that?" Damian asked.

I trusted Cady. I really did. In the short amount of time I got to know her, she was quick to become an important person in my life.

But I barely felt comfortable with Damian right now. And it's Damian.

Still, despite all my inner turmoil, I nodded. "Yeah."

Damian gives me a look and I know he can see right through my semi brave face. But he doesn't push.

"Alright." He leans over, carefully depositing me next to Aaron and starting the car. "Aaron, are you going with Cady?"

"Yeah."

To have somebody my (new) size sitting next to me felt oddly confronting.

Cady's hands weren't as warm as Damian's, but I knew that before.

It was weird, to sit in a hand I used to be able to hold.

When I closed my eyes and sat shoulder to shoulder with Aaron, I could almost feel like this was normal.

"So, should I cancel the party this weekend?" Gretchen asked.

Karen frowned. "Not the party!"

"No, Gretchen. I may be tiny but my house fucking isn't."

"Regina, that sounds dangerous."

I scoff. "And?"

"What if you get hurt? What if any tiny gets hurt?"

"What's your point, Gretchen? If you've already decided you're gonna cancel my party, then why bother asking me?"

I don't miss the way Gretchen flinches back.

Part of me felt bad. The other part felt smug. Like even at my size, I can still call shots. I'm still in charge.

"I was just looking out for you." Gretchen says sadly.

Well, the smug feeling didn't last long.

I take a deep breath. "Then let's just reschedule for next week. I should be back by then, right?"

Gretchen gives a soft smile. "Right."

My house wasn't big. Just me and my mom, sometimes Damian.

But holy fuck was it big right now.

Damian shut the front door behind him, bringing both hands underneath me.

"Ms. Sarkisian? Are you home?"

Obviously, Damian was with me. We were always together before and well- we had to be now.

At least for me.

"Is that Damian?" A familiar voice calls from the kitchen. "Janis isn't here hon, I'm sorry."

Damian laughs nervously, holding me closer to his chest. "Actually-"

My mom emerged from the kitchen with a smile. "I thought she was coming home with you-"

Her eyes fall to Damian's hands and I wave awkwardly.

"Oh."

I hate having everyone's eyes on me, I hate having everyone touching me and holding me, I just hate being small in general.

I was slowly getting used to Damian holding me, and Cady wasn't that bad-

but I wasn't ready for more.

So when my mom steps forward, I lean back into Damian's hand, hoping she'll get the hint.

She doesn't, but Damian does. He tips his hand up a bit so I fall with my back to his chest, his fingers curled over me.

When my mom catches on, she steps back again, giving us space. "It actually worked." Her voice is filled with humor and disbelief.

"Huh?" Of course, my mom knew what she was signing me up for. But- part of me had hoped she just missed the fine print or something.

"I didn't think it would work. Especially as it got closer to the end of the week."

"Mom- you knew?"

"Well, yeah."

I push myself further against Damian. "You would do this, to your own daughter."

"It's for science! You know, I wanted to be a scientist once when I was little."

"Then you become three inches tall for science!" I don't bother to hide the anger in my voice.

I feel-

I don't know how I feel.

I don't know what to feel.

Scared? Mad? Betrayed? Shocked?

I'm terrified. And it's my mom's fault.

My mom steps backward at my sudden outburst. "Janis-"

"No." I cut her off bitterly. "We can talk later. I just- I need time. To calm down."

She nods sadly.

The worst part of it all?

My own mother can't seem to grasp why this is wrong.

She turns on her heels, going back to whatever she was doing before.

"Damian?" I ask, sinking down.

"Yeah?"

"Your house?"

"Of course."

"Regina, are you feeling okay?" Gretchen asked.

I turn, looking up at her. It felt weird to have to look up all the time now. We were in the Smith household because I wasn't ready to go home yet. I didn't want to face the reality of all this.

The fact that my own parents signed off.

"Yeah, why?"

Gretchen shrugged. "You've been acting odd. Like- I know the shrinking and you've got a lot on your mind but-" Gretchen rambles trying to validate calling my actions 'odd'. "The point is- I was wondering if you were all good."

"What do you mean when you say odd?" I ask.

Gretchen's face flushed. "Not in a bad way or anything! Just- I don't wanna say nicer because that implies you were nice before but like- less snappy? Like not that that's a bad thing or-"

My jaw slacks a little, but I refuse to let my shock show.

Was I such a bitch that not yelling for half a day was noticeable?

I haven't yelled in literally six hours but that was enough for Gretchen to pick up on and check on me?

I silently begin to reevaluate my attitude towards my friends as Gretchen continues to ramble about how it wasn't a bad thing and she wasn't trying to offend me.

I spent most of my Friday with Aaron. But Saturday nights were for me, Damian, Janis, and whatever movie we felt fit the mood.

And no shrinking was gonna change that.

So here I say in the Hubbard basement. Damian sat to my right, holding Janis close to his chest as some mindless film played.

I was trying to pay attention to the movie. Like if I concentrated on the bad plot, I wouldn't be worrying about the small girl who literally fit into Damian's hands. The girl who was supposed to be taller than me. The bravest girl I knew, who looked so small and vulnerable that it physically hurt.

No wonder Damian was so worried about her.

I just wanted to help her- but there was nothing I could do. There was no way to help.

So I turn my attention to the movie instead.

"Cady," Damian whispered from next to me.

"Yeah?" I respond, not taking my eyes off the screen.

"Okay first off, lower your voice," Damian whispered his voice laced with rising panic. "Second, look."

I turn to see what's getting Damian so worked up.

Janis had pressed herself against Damian's chest, her eyes closed and her small form peaceful.

The tense shoulders and fearful eyes she had since the shrink was gone. She looked calm and relaxed, I couldn't help but smile.

"Shes's asleep." I said softly, now understanding why Damian wanted me so quiet.

"What do I do?!" Damian hissed.

I hold back a laugh. "What do you mean? You've fallen asleep on each other plenty of times before. You know what to do."

"But - she's so small." Damian whispered, pressing his hands closer around the girl.

"And?"

"What if she gets hurt or something?"

"Damian, we're just watching a movie." I point out. "She'll be okay."

"Right."

The weekend flew by pretty fast.

Karen and Gretchen stayed over the whole time and they were likely the only reason I haven't died yet.

The school day- now that's a different story.

It was only lunchtime on Monday and I was ready to give it all up and take a nap.

"Regina, you okay?" Gretchen asked.

"Yeah, just- tired."

I was trying to snap less but I also didn't have the energy in me to snap.

"You might be better if you ate something," Gretchen said.

"Like what?"

"A french fry." Karen said, showing her tray forward a bit.

"Janis. That is a full Dorito."

"Okay, and?"

"There are smaller, broken pieces in the bag."

"I'm aware."

I watch with a smile as my friends maneuver around this new normal. Specifically, lunch, during this new normal.

"Cady, tell Damian I can eat an entire Dorito if I want to eat an entire Dorito."

I lean back. "Don't drag me into this. You can try and eat an entire Dorito. Doesn't mean you'll be successful."

Janis scoffs. "Nobody has faith in me."

"It's a full Dorito, Janis." Aaron grins from next to her. "Even if you could eat it, do you think this period is enough time? It's gonna go stale before you can finish it."

"Dude, how long does it take you to eat a Dorito? I have forty-five minutes." Janis shoots back.

I watched with amusement as Janis held the chip, trying to examine the best way to go about her snack.

Damian just shook his head and went back to eating. "You're crazy Janis Sarkisian."

"And you're jealous you can't eat a giant Dorito, Damian Hubbard."

It was Tuesday.

The scientist had been keeping Northshore updated and we should be back to normal by Friday.

Friday was so far away.

I was just lucky Damian had so many classes with me.

It never got any less weird, sitting on his desk instead of next to his desk.

But- it could be worse.

I hadn't talked to my mom yet.

I know I'm gonna break down in tears when I do.

It can wait till Friday when I'm back to normal.

I mean-

-she didn't bother to reach out.

So I won't either.

Damian and I were in study hall in the very back of the library.

It had reopened once all the equipment was pulled out.

It will probably reclose for Friday.

But its only fucking Tuesday.

I look up at Damian, whos working on stuff for other classes- y'know, like most students do in study hall.

Damian had been so understanding of my initial freakout. And even now- when I still freak the fuck out.

Did it get annoying having to carry me everywhere?

I already thought I was pretty annoying.

Space Dyke, Northshore's lesbian with enough trama for four.

I bet being so dependent suddenly wouldn't help my case.

But what could I do?

I couldn't just walk away and give him a break.

I mean-

I could stay home.

But then I'd have to face mom.

Alone.

But Damian deserved the break.

I dunno.

I don't want him to hate me after this week.

There's movement in front of me as I look up to see Cady sit down.

"Hey, guys!" She smiles.

"Hi!" I grin, shoving all my worries down. A talk with Cady was the perfect way to get my mind off things. "Where's Aaron?" I ask when I notice he isn't on her shoulder.

"Aaron is with some soccer buddies. I love him- I really do, but I just needed a break."

Oh.

I look back to Damian, who just smiled before turning back to his work.

My heart sank.

I mean- he didn't verbally agree but- I'm right here, why would he?

If Cady feels that way- Damian probably does too.

I look down at my lap in a vain attempt to hide the tears that burned at the corner of my eyes.

I don't want to lose Damian because I'm too fucking small to do anything myself.

I move closer to the edge of the table as Cady starts unpacking her books.

I don't want to take up too much room just because I can't sit on a chair like a normal person.

Cady and Damian talk quietly to each other but I only half listen.

The library is pretty crowded for a study hall period and I'm 99% sure more of these kids weren't in study hall.

A lot of students were taking advantage of this week to skip saying their smaller friends needed their help.

And hey- I'm not gonna sit here and say that's not why Damian has skipped acting class to sit with me in art the past few days- because he has. Honestly, add it to the book about why he hates me.

Damian loves his acting class.

There's a group of freshmen messing around a table over. I'm on the side of the table opposite from them, but I still eye them worriedly. All I need is for the right book to go flying and I'm done for.

I can feel Damian looking at me before I even lookup.

"You okay, Jan?"

"Yeah. Just tired." I look at him and pray from this size he can't tell that my eyes are red.

Damian clearly doesn't buy it. He's silent for a bit as he studies me carefully before speaking. "I love you." He says with a smile.

My face flushes. To this day, the random reminders still catch me off guard. Damian always seems to know when I need to hear it.

"I love you too." I smile.

Cady awes softly and I feel my face heat up more.

"It's not aw."

"It really is." Cady grins.

Before I can make a comeback, one of the freshmen from the other table, stumbles backward into our desk. The platform I'm sitting on jolts and my hands shoot backwards to catch myself. Only-

There's no desk.

I gasp, as gravity drags me over the edge of the table.

The fall itself was a lot quicker then I expected. My brain hadn't even properly caught up to what had just happened until-

I land on my side, my face grazing against the rough carpeted library floor.

Pain shoots through my arm and my cheek feels hot.

I let out a staggered gasp, screwing my eyes shut.

Everything managed to be burning hot yet ice-cold at the same time. My entire side was enveloped in pain.

It hurt so bad.

My lungs wouldn't work.

I've had the wind knocked out of me before.

But this was so much worse.

I fell off a desk. A two and a half foot drop should not cause me this much pain.

But I'm small.

And fragile.

And probably annoying.

A hand gently scoops me up as I curl in on myself more.

I already have a pretty good idea of who it is but I don't want to open my eyes and deal with the reality of the situation.

I'm tiny.

I fell off a desk.

And now I'm in extreme pain.

So much for not worrying Damian, huh.

"Jan?"

I don't respond.

My face stings. Rug Burn but make it the entire side of your face.

I couldn't tell if it was bleeding or an open wound, but I could tell it was painful as fuck.

"Janis?" Damian tries again. I can hear the fear in his voice, the panic he's trying not to let show.

Because of me.

I roll onto my back and open my eyes.

Damian has his hands resting on the desk and both him and Cady were peering down at me worriedly.

I could tell they were trying to make sure I was okay while still giving me my space but-

it was too much.

"I fell." I say softly.

"Yeah. You did." Cady agrees sadly. "Are you okay?"

"It hurts." I break away from their gazes. The utter heartbreak and the way Damian clearly took it personally was too much.

"I'm so sorry, Jan."

"It's not your fault." I force myself into a sitting position, ignoring the way half my body aches or the way each breath I took felt shallow and empty.

"You fell," Damian said softly, a dejected look on his face. "You got hurt. I watched you just fall. Oh my god-" Damian's hand slips out from underneath me, as I landed gently on the center of the table. "I need to go grab water. I'll be back."

I watch silently as Damian gets up and walks away before I turn around to face Cady.

"Is he-"

"He'll be okay," She says softly, her eyes trailing Damian out of the room. "Are you okay?"

"Just shaken up, I guess," I say, my hand absentmindedly touching the side of my face.

"I think we all are." Cady frowns.

I look to the abandons work Damian was doing before this. "Why did Damian take it so personally?"

Cady signed. "This week with the 'social experiment' has been kinda hard on everyone. We're all a little stressed and- while Damian and I may not know what you're going through, we also have some new changes to adapt to. Like carrying around your best friend. That's a lot of pressure and trust, a literal life in your hands. He just wants to make sure you're okay. To see you fall and get hurt- well, that's just what he was trying to prevent. If it were Aaron that fell, I'd probably react the same. He'll be fine. Just give him time to get water and calm down."

I nod, looking at the table underneath me. Damian is upset, and it's my fault.

Add that to the many reasons he will hate me after this week.

This week is dragging by for me, and I wasn't one of the people shrunk. I can only imagine how Aaron or Janis feel right now. Every morning the student affected by the experiment had to go into the nurse's office for vital checks which meant Damian and I spent most of our time before the official start of the school day waiting outside the nurse's office.

A lot of students waited outside for their friends as well but Damian and I didn't interact with them.

Until today at least.

"Cady?"

I turn around to see Gretchen Weiners walking over.

"Hey!" I smile. "What's up?"

"My stress levels." Damian mumbles from behind me.

Gretchen grins. "I think everyone waiting in this hallway can relate. I assume Damian is here for Janis but what about you Cady? Do you both watch her or-"

"I'm waiting for Aaron actually."

Gretchen wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and I quickly raise my hands in defense.

"No- Aaron and I are just friends. Nothing more."

Gretchen deflates with a sigh. "Well, that's boring. Anybody else you're looking for? Maybe another tiny you hang out with a bunch?"

I feel my face flush as I wave my hand. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You, Cady Heron, are a terrible liar." Gretchen winks before turning away. "Bye you two!"

"She's right you know," Damian says once Gretchen is out of earshot. "You are a god awful liar."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." I huff, pulling out my phone. "I'm here for Aaron. That's it."

The hallway was never a favorite of mine. I mean, when you're in eighth grade and can't walk two feet without homophobic slurs being thrown at you-

-you learn to hate it.

But this week has turned my hatred for the hallway into a fear of the hallway. The crowds and loud voices that were nothing more than an annoyance before post as an actual threat now. The whole falling incident in the library yesterday just solidified my fears.

I could get hurt so easily at this size.

In the beginning of the week, everyone was careful. The shrink still hadn't fully set in for most people, the fact that this was reality wasn't solidified in our heads.

But people were more reckless now. It was Wednesday, the reality of the situation had set in. The hallways were back to their normal loud and crowded state.

I pressed myself closer to Damian as he passed through a clump of students.

Unlike Aaron, who pretty quickly decided he preferred traveling by shoulder, I stayed in Damian's hands. Too many things could go wrong any other way. I stiffen every time I watch Aaron almost tip over when Cady isn't even walking.

No thanks.

All the locker slams and loud voices created a ringing in my ears and the big groups just made me cringe.

I hated crowds before.

And that's when I wasn't three and a half inches tall.

"You okay, Janis?" Damian asked bringing his hands up more.

"Yeah, it's just- it's overwhelming."

Damian nods. He doesn't understand but- he's trying.

I appreciate it. A lot. He's been so patient during my freakouts. He's so understanding when I hesitate to do the little things, like get picked up. He really is trying.

A locker slams a couple feet away and I instinctively flinch. All the noise is making my head hurt and I just want to go home.

Not home with Damian to the Hubbard's.

My home.

At my full height.

Where I can do things for myself.

Where I'm not in constant danger and a stressor to everyone who cares.

My eyes burn and I look down, rubbing my eyes in hope to stop the tears before they can even fall.

I'm not going to start crying in the middle of the school hallway.

"Janis?"

Of course, Damian caught on to my mood. Why wouldn't he? Why would I just give him a break where he won't constantly worrying about me?

"I'm really fine. I swear. It's tits, dude. Just overwhelmed."

Damian shoots a quick glance at me before looking up again- he is still walking through the halls after all. "I'm-" Damian hesitates. "I'm gonna try something, okay? Just tell me if it's any better or totally worse."

"Huh?"

Damian doesn't explain as he suddenly lifts his hand. I instantly stiffen as I'm hit with slight vertigo, things like this never get any less weird.

What is he doing?! He's moving in the halls why is he- What if I fall or get hurt or-

My inner turmoil is broken as Damian tips his hand and I fall backwards-

-into a pocket?

I'm disoriented as I quickly pull myself up in confusion.

I was in the chest pocket of Damian's denim jacket. He looks down at me.

"You okay?"

I pause, looking around. "Yeah. I'm good."

It was, new. As were a lot of things this week.

But new didn't mean bad. I don't know what I expected the inside of a pocket to be like, but, it was pretty roomy. And if I ducked fully in, the loud bangs of the hallway were muffled.

I sunk down as Damian continued walking, satisfied that I was okay. Light streamed through the lip of the pocket, which shifted as Damian walked. Light also filtered gently through the denim fabric, so it wasn't very dark or unsettling. It was the opposite actually. I couldn't see everything going on around me, but it wasn't bad. I wasn't scared not to be aware of my surroundings. The overall presence of Damian was a welcoming comfort amongst the muted sounds of outside.

And-

Holy shit.

I've fallen asleep laying with Damian before. I've had my head on his chest before, I know what his heartbeat sounds like.

But from here it's so loud and clear. It's directly next to me and I can almost feel it in my body.

I'm really small enough to fit in a fucking pocket, huh.

The sounds of the hallway outside fade and I pop my head up. We've reached our next class.

Damian sits at his desk and I allow myself to be scooped up carefully.

"Were the hallways better now?"

I grin. "Dude- you have a loud fucking heartbeat."

"Hey, Gretchen?" I roll the pencil in front of me back and forth, unable to look up and meet Gretchen's eyes.

"Yeah, Regina?"

I take a deep breath, looking up. "Was- am I a bad friend?"

Gretchen leans back in her chair, tilting her head. "What do you mean?"

I already want out of this conversation. Emotions are gross and I hate it here. But- Gretchen deserves this talk. She has done so much for me this week and she's always done so much for me. Even when I wasn't tiny, Gretchen was there if I ever needed her. No hesitation and at any hour. I took advantage of that for so long.

"This week, when I stopped yelling and being bossy and- basically when I stopped being a bitch, you noticed. That means in the past I had had to have been such an asshole that I go one day without snapping and it's such a difference that you pick up on it. So like-" I shrug, looking back at the pencil in front of me. "Sorry, I guess. For being a big bitch."

I never thought I'd be pouring my feelings to my friend in study hall when I'm under four inches tall and sitting on a desk.

But I also never thought I'd be under four inches tall in general.

"Regina," Gretchen pauses, at a loss. Clearly, she wasn't expecting an apology.

I don't know if that makes me feel any better about my past actions.

"This week helps me realize that I really took advantage of how much you care about me," I explain. "I don't know what I would do without you, Gretchen. Karen too. But- you were there the most this week. Even after all I've done is been a bitch. So, I'm sorry for being a bitch. And thank you for uh- caring."

Gretchen smiles. "Of course, Regina. You're my best friend. And you aren't always 'bitchy'," She does air quotes with a grin. "Thank you for apologizing though. It means a lot."

I smile sheepishly, turning my attention back to the pencil as I begin to roll it again. "Yeah well, an apology was overdue."

"Janis, why do I get the feeling this is a disaster waiting to happen?" Damian asks from where he sat behind me. The obvious amusement in his voice is not lost on me.

"Because, it probably is," I answer simply.

It was Thursday and to say I was falling behind in art was an understatement. I needed to do something if I wanted a piece to enter into the next art show. Besides, the art was already sketched onto the canvas I just had to start applying paint.

How bad could this be?

I had has Damian layout paints onto a pallet for me as I grabbed the lightest brushes I could find. It was a thin tip which wasn't bad since I was going to be using small brushes for the background anyway.

I've tried using a pencil at this size before. It's hard- but not impossible. It just feels like a full-body workout and the lines are sloppy. How hard could using a paintbrush be?

Very hard.

For starters, pencil tips are solid. I can rest the pencil on the surface I'm drawing on and use my body weight to move it.

I have to actually hold the paintbrush or else I'll damage the tip.

I hear Damian laugh behind me as I lean backwards a bit too far, trying to find balance with the weight of the paintbrush.

I land on my butt, the brush rolling off my lap and onto the table.

"Great." I groan, flopping backward.

I can't even hold it long enough to dip it into the paint.

"It was a beautiful attempt." Damian teases. "Maybe next time."

"Shut up." I sit up again, turning to him. "Not all of us can stand full height and pick up a paintbrush easily-" My voice trails off as I get an idea.

"No," Damian leans back in this chair. "I don't know what you're thinking but I'll tell you right now the answer is no. I know that look on your face."

"Please?" I whine. "Damian, I haven't even told you my idea yet."

He huffs. "What is your idea?"

I pick up the paintbrush, stumbly as I hold it out to Damian. "I tell you where the color goes, you do the painting."

Damian shakes his head. "Janis you know I can't paint."

"Just listen to what I say and it will be fine!"

Damian takes the paintbrush from me but lowers it back to the table. "No way. I'm not gonna ruin your work."

"Damian, you wouldn't be ruining it. Please? I know you can do it. C'mon, I need to start the painting before it's too late!" I walk back over to my canvas. "I'd literally point where it goes and we'd be fine. Please? I can't do it myself."

"You couldn't ask Cady or something? You're talking to the person with the least artistic talent in the world."

I roll my eyes. "You're being dramatic. C'mon, let's start with blue."

"It's your funeral." Damian sigh, picking up the paintbrush.

I grin, walking over to the canvas. "See that section? That whole area is that shade of the blue. And then we can mix the lighter shade for closer to the right."

"I agreed to put color on a canvas- I'm not mixing shades."

"Damian that's literally the easiest part."

"Are you lying or is it actually?"

"Well- for some people it can be."

"Janis."

"Relax! I believe in you. You're gonna do great."

"Regina, are you excited?" Karen asked.

"Yeah, I can't wait."

It was finally fucking Friday. By the end of today I'll be back to normal.

It felt weird.

Like, I was so ready to get back to normal, but this week helped me learn some things about myself and my friendships.

It definitely a week I don't think I'll ever forget.

"Let's go." Gretchen smiles, scooping me up.

"Yknow," I laughed nervously. "Maybe staying small isn't such a bad idea- I mean, no needles that way, right?"

"Janis." Damian shook his head.

Last week I had no warning before the shot. I didn't have time to panic. Yeah, I was scared, but I was mostly confused. Now, I was terrified.

They were giving the shots and then sending the tinies to the cafeteria to wait for it to sink in. Apparently this time it would only take about ten minutes.

"Damian, did you see what they did to Aaron? The syringes are huge."

"Yes, but the needles aren't. The needles are tiny, it's gonna feel just like a normal shot. The syringes are so big so the doctors can see what they're doing. It's okay."

"What if they miss? What if they inject whatever the fuck into a major vein?! Is that how shots normally work?! I don't even know Damian! I don't want to bleed out and die!"

"You aren't going to bleed out and die." Damian shifts me into one hand. We're next in l- well, I'm next in line.

"Are you sure there's like- no other alternative?"

Damian shook his head. "Nope, Jan. Sorry."

I hug my arms tighter around myself. Damian had taken my jacket from be five minutes ago. This isn't his first time making sure I get my shots. He knew what to do. And typically, he knew how to help.

But nothing was bringing me comfort at this point. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the giant fucking syringes. Can you blame me? So what the needle is the width of an average needle for my hight? The syringe is still as tall as me. And that's scary as fuck.

Add that on top of the fact that needles, in general, are scary as fuck and I'm not having a good time.

I feel like I may puke as Damian steps forward.

It's my turn.

Oh fuck.

Hell no.

I'd rather stay tiny and die than get a fucking shot.

"Damian-"

"I know, Jan. It's gonna be okay."

It's a different nurse then who gave me the shot last week. "It's okay to be nervous!" She already seems nicer than the other nurse.

Not that it helps.

"I know it seems scary but it's just like a normal shot. Same ol' pinch."

I force a weak smile.

Can Damian feel how bad I'm shaking?

I truly don't think this is worth it.

I could simply pass away.

That's a good alternative.

The nurse turns around to a table where her tools are stationed. "Do you want to be set down somewhere or-"

"No," My voice is strained and it's painfully obvious I'm terrified. "I can do it with Damian."

The nurse nods, walking over.

Now,

I was terrified before.

But when I physically saw the needle?

Game over.

"W-wait-" I step backward ignoring the way Damain's other hand shoots up to make sure I don't fall.

The nurse pauses but doesn't lower the needle or step back.

"Jan, it's gonna be easier if you get it over with." Damian reminds me gently.

"No- I know I just-" I step back again. "I can't- I-" I was dangerously close to the edge of Damian's hand. There was no more room for me back up.

I couldn't take my eyes off the needle. The syringe has to be as tall as I was. It-

Fuck.

"Janis," Damian's voice is a familiar stern but soft. "You need to get the shot."

I can't bring myself to respond verbally as I shake my head.

I can't.

Nope.

No.

I-

There's movement out of the corner of my eye as fingers wrap around me, pinning my arms to my sides.

I gasp, snapped out of my thoughts.

"Damian-"

"Please, Jan, you need to get the shot."

"Put me down!"

It's a fist. That's what if fucking is.

It's not painful, Damian isn't being hard or anything. But I sure as hell can't move. My bicep is totally exposed and I can't move my arms or turn away or-

The nurse catches onto what Damian's doing and steps closer.

"Damian put me down! Please!"

He doesn't move as the nurse steps closer. A giant cloth is swiped against my arm, cleaning it and I freeze, turning away.

I can't get out of this.

I can't avoid it.

Just like last week, there's a pinching sensation on my arm and I stiffen.

There are tears at the corners of my eyes and I feel childish that it affecting me this much.

Why can't I be normal and just get a shot?

Damian's hand around me opens as the nurse steps away and I sit down in the center of his palm. "I'm sorry," He says holding me up to eye level. "But you know you needed that shot."

"No, I didn't." I cross my arms.

"Janis." Damian shakes his head with a laugh.

He walked away from the stations and over to the cafe. Inside was just a bunch of tinies placed on tables and honestly, it was a comedic sight.

"I wanna go over by Aaron," I say, pointing to one of the closer tables.

Damian nods, walking over.

I slip off his hand as we reach the table and wave. "Bye. Love you. And uh- thanks for helping me with the shot."

Damian laughs. "Of course, Jan. I'll see you soon, okay? I love you."

"So, how did Ms. I hate shots, Janis Sarkisian, deal with the needle?" Aaron asked.

I huff. "Don't wanna talk about it."

The hallway buzzed with nervous energy. I talked idly with Gretchen as we waited, but the undercurrent of excitement wasn't missed by anyone.

It was still technically school hours but all student who helped their smaller classmates this week was outside the cafeteria, waiting eagerly to see their friends at full height again.

I watched as Damian left the cafeteria and I waved him over.

"Janis, as always, was a nuisance at getting her shot."

"Hello to you too." I grin. "Really that bad?"

"It's always that bad. She kicked a nurse once! She's gotten better, I used to have to hold a thirteen-year-old Janis in my lap just for a flu shot, but I guess a syringe the size of you is pretty scary because all improvement went out the fucking window."

Gretchen nodded. "Middle school Regina and Janis had a lot in common. Most notable? Their fear of needles."

"Well, Aaron was fine." I grin.

"Wow, lucky you." Gretchen rolled her eyes. "But- that's over now and hopefully we won't ever have to deal with giant needles ever again."

"Don't jinx us." I laugh.

Damian grins. "Since its technically still the school day I gotta bolt and talk to a teacher really fast but I'm gonna do my best to get back before they're all out. Whenever that is."

"Alright," I wave him off. "Go hurry!"

My libs felt weird and my head hurt a bit but I could care less.

I was back.

Full height.

I high fived Aaron as we grinned.

This entire week was a giant nightmare.

Pun intended.

But it was over.

I'm back.

"Hell yeah!"

We follow the crowd of classmates, all normal height again, out into the hallway.

There were students everywhere hugging and cheering.

I looked around, unable to find Cady or Damian.

Aaron stepped past me, beelining to his soccer friends.

The dude spent equal time with Cady and his teammates so I'm sure I'll see him talking to Cady later.

There's a thump somewhere to my left and I turn to see all three plastics on the ground in a hug, Regina clearly having taken them down.

I grin but move on, continuing my own search for my friends.

I know Damian said he needed to talk with a teacher and he may not still be back but-

Cady should be here somewhere.

Despite being back to normal height I can't see over the mass of students.

I step away from the door and start making my way through the crowd in hopes of better luck finding either of my friends.

My eye catches a familiar reddish head of hair through the sea of students.

I grin, pushing through the crowd.

Cady has her back to me as I stand next to her. She's on the phone and doesn't notice.

"No Damian, I don't see either of them. Yes you should hurry, are you kidding me?! Okay, okay, you're right. Bye."

"So, who are we looking for?"

Cady whirls around to face me. "Janis?!"

"Mhm?"

Cady grins, pulling me into a tight hug, pressing her face into my shoulder.

"Nice to see you too, Cads." I laugh, wrapping my arms around her.

We pull apart and she grins up at me. "I forgot how tall you were."

"Yeah, me too."

As I suspected earlier, Aaron walks over and I step away, giving them space to talk.

I stand by the edge of the hallway, separating myself from the crowd.

I may not be small as fuck anymore but that doesn't make me hate big groups any less.

"Janis!"

I smile, turning to the sound of my name, already knowing who it is.

"You took your sweet time." I grin.

Damian doesn't respond he simply pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me.

For spending the whole week with Damian, I felt like I missed him. Or really just the hugs.

I missed the hugs.

I gladly return the hug, laughing as Damian just holds me tighter.

"I'm glad you're okay." He says softly.

There was so much emotion in that one sentence as Damian squeezes softly.

I pull back a little bringing my hands up to his cheeks. "Hey."

"Hi." He whispers. There are tears in his eyes, matching the ones probably in my own.

"Thank you so much for everything you did this week, man. I love you."

"I love you, too."

I smile softly as Damian presses a kiss to my forehead before pulling away.

"It feels weird standing here at this size." I confess, looking at the crowd of students in the halls.

"It's gonna take some getting used to after this week." Damian nods.

"Yeah." I agree, turning back to him. My eye catches his denim jacket. I step forward, hooking my pointer finger over the lip of his chest pocket. "Jesus Christ, that's a small fucking pocket."

"Yeah, Jan. It is."

"I was small!"

"Mhm."

"Give me your hand."

Damian complies, and I raise my hand next to his in comparison. I've always had small hands so I'm not surprised when his are bigger than mine. But still-

I fit in his hand.

"Woah."

Damian laughs. "Now do you see how I felt?"

"Yeah. That's tits."

"Mm, not the word I would use, but sure, Jan. It was tits."

"I wouldn't do it again tho."

"Thank god." Damian shakes his head. "Stupid social experiment."

"Stupid social experiment." I agree.

dw, janis lived her life at the hubbards and never saw her mother again. as she should. @realmisspolarbear @smallsoysauce @musicallygt @sourishlemons

#g/t mean girls #tiny janis #tiny regina #tiny aaron #giant damian #giant cady #giant gretchen #giant karen #shirnkkkkkkkkkkk #this literally took a week to write

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