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demona-andariel · 1 year ago

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Object of Obsession - 38 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,855

Chapter 38 - Intimate

Numb.

Her father. Her mother.

Gretchen's left hand absentmindedly stroked the scars along her stomach. She remembered. Well, not completely. Scatter bits here and there of that morning. Drugged he said. It made sense. Heavy limbs, staring up from the ground. Her stomach in pain, but also slightly numb. Her body wet from the blood spilling from her injuries. And then her father, leaning against the wall, phone in one hand, knife in the other. Somewhere, in the background, her uncle's panicked voice screaming just loud enough for her to hear, but still so distant and tiny.

Gretchen blew on the hot cup of tea as she stared straight out Michael's bedroom window, focusing on nothing.

"I'm not going to tell a fourteen-year-old girl she accidentally killed her parents." His words kept repeating themselves in her mind. Accident?

She clenched her fist in frustration. He had years to tell her or at least prepare her for the truth. Wasn't like she stayed fourteen. They were a rich family, could afford to hire the best psychologist to prepare her or something. What a stupid idea. Dropping a loaded bomb like that on her birthday. Allowing her to get excited about finally having answers. What kind of birthday that would have been.

Happy birthday! Oh, you can do more than have visions. You can kill people. By the way, remember when you were fourteen and your parents died. Yeah, it wasn't a car accident. You did that.

Two days. Butterflies filled her stomach at the thought. An age she was most looking forward to because it promised her answers. Now?

Gretchen pulled her hand out from under her shirt and set her mug down before examining them. Still the same hands, the same creases, the same veins showing under her skin. But she was so much more now. Bruja. Witch. Her mother claimed to be a bruja, but also said it wasn't hereditary. That it was something taught.

She clicked her tongue and let out a sigh. Questions she wasn't going to get an answer too. At least, not any time soon. She wasn't going to call her uncle for a long while. Maybe she could figure things out on her own. Although, there was always Nathan.

A chill ran through her body for some reason. Her cousin took the path her parents did and pretended she was normal. But he knew. She had a feeling he knew almost as much as her uncle did. She could call him. Talk to him. See if he would be more forthcoming with answers once she revealed what she knew she could do.

"But not today or tomorrow or the next," she mumbled to herself. "Maybe... Christmas. Yeah. Christmas."

She took in a deep breath before exhaling loudly and picking up her tea again.

They were home. Had been for over an hour or so. Michael kept surprising her. She didn't expect him to drive her car up to the house. Although, she was grateful for not having to walk so much. She had aggravated her foot from all the walking she'd done in her apartment.

He must have noticed.

Of course he did, Gretch. She barely took two hobbled steps out of the car before he scooped her up and walked her into the house. Gods. He was so strong. She couldn't help but run her fingers through his hair while her heart started to pound with anticipation. He didn't disappoint, carrying her up to his room and setting her on his bed. Her mind was already firing with need and an urge to explore him. It didn't escape her notice the holes in his clothes and blood. He was injured. She wanted to see his injuries. See how bad he was hurt. But then the bastard fucking left.

She had waited. She wasn't sure how long. Waited till her annoyance got to be too much before she limped down the stairs to make some tea. He wasn't even in the house. Probably out there somewhere killing people again because he'd already gone out of his comfort zone by being nice to her. Maybe he needed to balance himself out again by spilling blood.

She had half a mind to stay there in the dining room and wait for him to return. To yell at him for leaving her so soon after she'd been attacked. But then the dry blood on the floor caught her attention.

Gretchen snorted into her mug at the recollection of her testing what else she could do.

"Clean." She had commanded. Naturally, nothing had happened. It was worth a shot though.

With another loud sigh, Gretchen focused her attention to the present and outside. The stars light up the dark night sky. It was a pretty night. Not many clouds were out, allowing the stars to brighten up the outside, showing the beautiful golden orange trees that surrounded the house.

She spotted her car, still parked in the same spot Michael had left it, in front of the house.

Wait.

She frowned. Did he walk? He hadn't taken her car with him. She let out a dramatic sigh. Maybe. Or he left it for her to use as an escape if she needed to. Although, where were the keys?

Didn't matter. She wasn't going to need them. As long as she stayed in the house, she was safe. They were safe. She wasn't sure how she knew that. It was just a feeling, pressed deep into her core. But, those men were the last people who would be able to step foot into her home uninvited.

"My home," she muttered. "My home is safe."

The hairs on the back of her neck stood as she felt someone nearby.

"This place will look really pretty in the winter," she said, partially turning.

Michael had his mask and knife in one hand.

"Were you..." She paused, unsure why the thought just came to her. "Were you making sure no one else was around?"

Michael's eyes locked onto hers. He nodded his head. Butterflies filled up in her stomach. He hadn't left her alone. He was still around, but had been patrolling?

She bit back her smile and giddiness, returning her attention to the outside. Her killer. Her protector. She took another sip from her mug then chewed on her bottom lip.

How lucky or was it unlucky?

His warmth registered at her back, making her close her eyes. He probably didn't mean to feel so close. Although, he probably was going to have sex with her soon. Not that she minded.

Would be nice. Just to be here for a moment, together.

She kept herself from turning to look at him. There was little doubt in her mind that he'd get things started when he was ready.

His hand slipped into her field of vision as he took her mug and set it beside them on the nightstand. She inhaled deeply, readying herself to be guided into bed. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his torso up against her back. His arms wrapped around her stomach and leaned down to press his head against hers.

She froze. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. He was hugging her. Like... like... As if they were a normal couple.

Slowly, she leaned back and tilted her head up to look at him. His blue eyes met hers. Always studying me.

They weren't a normal couple and never would be. But, there was no denying that they were a couple. Things had evolved between them that wasn't just centered around sex. That may have been his intentions at the start, but they were more now. He knew it and he was willing to go the extra step for her.

She rose up, ignoring the spike of pain from the bottom of her foot. Her man was way to goddamn kissable. She pressed her lips against his cheek then dropped back down and relaxed into him.

"You're so warm and kissable," she found herself saying. She placed her arms over his and gripped his hands. What a pair we make. "And fuckable," she added, although, she tried to say that as softly as possible.

Michael exhaled and readjusted his stance a little. Somehow, he felt even closer to her. She felt his head move as his focused turned to the window. She smiled and looked outside with him.

The drama that the day had brought seeped away. She pushed the memories into the back of her mind to deal with them later. Relax. Enjoy this moment.

"Did I ever tell you, I love fall?" she asked, knowing she didn't. "But, it's winter, fall, spring then summer. In that order, my favorite seasons. The reason why winter is number one... well picture this. A hot cup of tea, nice warm blanket, lounging clothing, and cuddling up with someone on the couch as you both just do your thing."

Michael squeezed her. Gretchen's eyes caught Michael's slight reflection in the window. His gaze seemed to be focused on her face. Her heart jumped. No, it wasn't "seemed". He was watching her. He wasn't looking outside like she was. His focus had never left her.

She gulped and tilted her head back.

"Michael?" Why do you like me? She turned and pressed her hands on his firm chest. Her fingers brushed against the holes in his suit. "You were shot?" she asked.

She started to rise up again then let out a little cry, dropping back down. Michael's arms tightened around her.

"I'm fine. Just, I don't heal like you do, I... wait." Gripping his arm, she used him as her support as she lifted her injured foot up. There was a little bulge under her sock from the bandage she'd wrapped around her foot.

"Heal," she commanded.

Neither moved for a moment as if they were waiting for some obvious sign that her command worked. She moved her toes and winced, shaking her head.

"Naw," she said with a laugh. "It was worth a shot though."

Michael's big hands moved to her cheeks as he brushed her hair back for a moment. His eyes examined her face briefly before he leaned in. His lips brushed against hers, giving her a light kiss.

More.

His warm hands and firm fingers explored her body. He grabbed her shirt, lifting it up. She raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. He gave her the romantic moment she needed. She was up for whatever he wanted.

The cooler room temperature caused her nipples to harden. She took in a deep breath and partially raised her chest up.

Michael leaned back, grabbing one of her arms. He slowly turned it, his eyes and one hand moved down to her fingers, stroking her skin. Then he did the same thing with her other arm.

Gretchen watched him curiously as the heat inside of her rose. There was something oddly factual about his touch. As if he wasn't trying to turn her own. His hands followed his eyes, moving along her body as he felt every inch of her skin.

He slowed his movements as his eyes focused on her breasts. His throat moved as he swallowed. He reached out, cupping one and massaging it and she moaned in response. She saw his chest rise and fall deeper than it had. Gretchen took a step forward, moving her hand to cup his growing erection.

He let out a deep throated moan then abruptly kissed her. His breathing deepened as did hers. She quickly ran her fingers up to his zipper to pull it down. He caught her wrists, stopping her. Opening his mouth, Michael shook his head if he were trying to clear it. He gave her a look, one she couldn't read. He lowered her hands before returning to what he was doing. His finger traveled down and he brushed the scars on her belly.

"Shut up!"

Gretchen tensed and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from touching them further. Her body trembled despite herself. "I don't," she paused. "I don't know how I feel about them right now."

She expected him to push. Expected him to not care what her feelings were at the moment, because why would he care? He cares about you, stupid. Still, it surprised her when he pulled his hand away. Gripping her shoulders, he turned her. His hand grabbed her hair and moved to her front so he could see her back without a problem.

Examining her. It hit her. He was checking her out to see what other injuries she may have gotten. She didn't move, as he pulled down her jogging pants and underwear. His hands ran down her ass and she couldn't help but moan again. Tingles ran through her body at his touch, and he wasn't even trying to turn her on.

Michael stood up and then he pressed his lips on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her middle and held her again. Gretchen closed her eyes for a moment.

"You're not a person who can sit back and watch the world bleed."

Gretchen turned. He tightened his grip for a moment, as if he was trying to stop her, only to let her go. Carefully, she ran her hands along his clothing then looked up at him.

"He'll always be a killer."

She placed her hand on his zipper and tugged it down. Pushing the fabric back, she revealed his bare chest. There were some bruises on him and a wound in his shoulder.

"You were shot," she stated. She very carefully half turned him. "Looks like it went through. I guess that's a good thing." There were a few more wounds on him. Luckily, the all seemed to be grazes. From bullets it looked like. A few deeper slashes from a knife or two. More than a dog bite from a few days ago.

Gretchen froze. A frown crossed her brow as she looked up at him. "Were you attacked?"

Michael looked away for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out how to answer that.

"Complicated," he finally said.

She opened her mouth to ask another question, but no words came out as his warm fingertips brushed her neck. Michael delicately touched the bruises he clearly saw. She had noticed them earlier, while she was in the bathroom in her apartment. Clear dark bruised markings of fingers. The man who had tried to kill her had left his mark.

Her nostrils flared at the very thought. His mark? The sudden anger she felt seemed to engulf him as well as the mood in the room shifted. He tried to kill her and he paid for it. Although, Michael was probably annoyed he couldn't kill the man himself.

Michael gently brushed her skin then the expression on his face shifted as did his mood. Was that guilt? She placed her hands on his wrist and moved so that his eyes focused on hers instead of the bruises.

“You couldn’t have known they were coming,” she said.

He leaned down and planted gentle kisses along her neck, making her close her eyes. He trailed his kissed up to her mouth. His right hand moved to the back of her neck as if to keep it stable while he gave her soft kisses. She couldn’t help but kiss him back, pulling him close, turning the gentle kiss into a feverish one. Her right arm wrapped around his neck to pull her closer to him.

He turned her then lifted her up to set her on the bed. He took off the rest of his coveralls, leaving only his boxers on. The bed dipped under his weight as he got on to move over her. His lips captured hers again to continue their kiss. Her left hand pressed against his cheek. He laid down beside her and she placed her legs over his. His right hand returned to roaming her body. She moaned in response was he touched one breast.

His fingers rolled her nipple before traveling down her stomach. He broke their kiss to lean back and watch his as his fingers touched her scars again. She let out a deep sigh.

"Not something I want to unpack right now," she said, pulling him back down to kiss her again.

She wasn't sure if he heard anything her uncle said. And she wasn't going to bring that up yet. Although, he probably put things together just from her end alone.

He moved off her scars to run his hand along her inner thigh before teasing her vulva. She let out a moan and rolling her hips so his hand would touch her where she wanted. He teasingly moved away to caress her inner thigh again.

Fucking hell.

Michael's warm hot tongue turned her attention away from his little tease. She moaned in delight. His hand moved up to rub her side then back down to her vulva again. She let out a little gasp and arched slightly as a zap ran through her body.

He kissed her cheek and then her jaw and then her neck as his fingers gently stroked her. She moaned into his mouth as her right hand moved down. She slipped it under his boxers.

"Take it off," she half whined.

He huffed, but quickly took his boxers off. Her right hand immediately went back to stroking his cock while his rubbed her pussy. His warm mouth clamped onto her right breast. She couldn't help but kiss his shoulder in response.

“Fuck, Michael,” she breathed. “You drive me crazy."

He huffed, just as she felt a spike of annoyance shoot through her she let out a surprised gasp. One of his fingers eased inside of her. He slowly moved it in her, running along her walls. His thumb rolled her clit, keeping a light pressure on it, building up the fire inside of her.

She gripped his cock, running her hand up and down his warm, hardening skin. She couldn't help but love the feel of him. The way he moved his hips to fuck her hand.

His firm lips were back on hers, kissing her deeper. His tongue demanded hers. There was no fighting him. Not that she wanted to. He added a second finger, moving them just a little bit faster. His thumb pressed harder on her clit. His intentions were clear. Her body and mind were ready.

She stopped kissing him as her body tensed up. A wave of euphoria crashed over her and threw her, causing her to buck her hips as she let out a loud moan. He didn't move his hand until she collapsed back down.

Gretchen breathed in deeply then looked at him. He pulled his fingers out of her and moved his hand up to her mouth. Without hesitation, she parted her lips and swirled her tongue around his fingers. His eyes partially closed as he groaned.

He leaned in and kissed her, placing his wet hand on her cheek for a moment before he rose up to get between her legs. She bit her bottom lip with anticipation. A quick stab of pain coursed through her from her right foot as she pressed it against his thigh when he moved. Shit! Her little wound hadn't bothered her until that moment. She internally shook her head. She wasn't about to let that ruin a good time.

Michael leaned back. He grabbed her right foot and gently examined it. He pulled off the sock then carefully looked at the bandage. A knot developed in her again at the care he was taking. She gulped. She needed him. Needed him to connect with her.

He seemed conflicted for some reason. Afraid to hurt her?

“Michael,” she whispered as she tried to sit up. He stopped his gentle caresses of her foot to push her back down again, his eyes giving her a look of ‘Stay down’.

“I need you. Inside me. Please.”

His eyes seemed to blaze as if he needed to hear her say those words. She matched his lust with her own. He moved his right leg over her left leg, not letting go of her right leg. She raised her eyebrows in curiosity. A new position to try? She turned on her side and moaned as he moved forward. His cock slide along her slit, teasing her.

He leaned down, placing his right hand on the bed for support. She moaned as he continued to tease her. His cock so close to entering her and yet he let it push over her clit. Locking eyes with his, she reached down and grabbed his cock. She guided him into her entrance.

They both moaned as he filled her up. Her left hand grabbed onto the sheets while her right one went to touching his stomach. For some reason, she felt as if he was able to go even deeper in her.

“Michael,” she muttered the moment he bottomed out. His pubic hair tickled her clit.

His heavy labored breathing matched her own as he drove into her. He started with slow, steady, but powerful thrusts. She moved her hand down to rub her clit, feeling the way his body joined with hers.

He was perfect for her. Every part of him. He filled her up just right, stimulating her in all the right places. And she was perfect for him. He fucking told her the night before. All of her.

I love you. Oh fuck. Oh, gods. The thought stunned her. Michael paused, frowning at her sudden panicked look.

"It's fine. I'm fine," she said softly. She couldn't say it out loud. She couldn't... she didn't...

His cock left her for a moment as he readjusted their position so he laid by her side, putting her leg over his. She moaned as he filled her back up. His lips were back on hers as he gave her long, deep kisses while slowly fucking her.

He kept kissing her as his rhythm became more erratic. He was reaching his end. His right hand went down to rub her clit for her. He let out a deep groan, thrusting into her as hard and deep as he could. She felt it, his warm cum release into her body. That with his hand on her clit and his mouth on hers finally pushed her. He stopped kissing her to grip her tightly as her orgasm exploded through her body.

“Fuck!” She couldn’t help but scream. Her body pulsed over and over. He didn't move, breathing heavily as he watched her slowly come back to herself.

"Gorgeous," he muttered.

Her eyes widened and she looked at him in shock.

"Did you." No way. You misheard. "Did you call me gorgeous?"

Michael smirked and kissed her. With a deep sigh, he laid on his back. Getting up, he grabbed the comforter and pulled it over them. He turned her onto her side and wrapped an arm around her. His fingers lightly rubbed her belly.

“You’ve fucked me up, Michael,” she finally said. Was it too much to say ‘I love you’? Probably. She wasn’t quite sure how he would react. Panic, probably. She'd keep that to herself. She wasn’t quite ready to lose the amazing sex she was having.

She felt his lips move against her head. He had to be smirking. Arrogant, asshole. Despite that thought, she let out a content sigh and placed her arm on his. It didn't take long for her eyes to close and for her to drift into a peaceful rest.

Chapter 39 - Hello, Nathan

#michael myers x oc #smut #horror #noncon tw #slashers #fanfiction #michael Myers fanfic #tw noncon

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rayraywrites · 8 years ago

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Title: When you put your arms around me

Fandom: Daiya no Ace | Diamond no Ace | Ace of Diamond

Pairing: Yuki Tetsuya x Takigawa Chris Yuu x Isashiki Jun

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1976

Gift for: @whythehandbasket

Collab Partner: @daiyanerd (art link)

AO3

Summary:

It rains too much sometimes, and singing is just an easy way to pass the time.

Even if you didn’t intend to sing.

He stood under the awning, staring out at the field as rain poured down. His face was splattered with droplets of rain that had splashed in his direction, yet he had done nothing to stop it. He sighed softly at the wasted day ahead, knowing that even with indoor practice, there still wouldn’t be enough done that day. His eyes tracked a particular raindrop that got caught on the edge of the building, almost struggling to be free and fall down.

Involuntarily, his hand moved to catch the raindrop, ignoring how the rest of his palm and wrist were quickly soaked with rain. He continued staring out at the rain, completely lost in thought, so much so that when a hand landed gently on the small of his back he couldn’t suppress the small jump. Turning his head he saw Jun’s concerned face and just chuckled softly.

“I’m fine Jun, don’t worry.” He fully rotated a gentle smile on his lips. The furrow between his brows slowly disappeared as he watched Jun scowl before stomping away.

Growling lowly, Jun continued speaking. “Then if you’re done baka, come inside would you? Chris wanted to speak to you about your fielding.”

He swiftly walked over to Jun, who had unknowingly paused to wait for him. He didn’t say much as he entered the room, just walking over towards Chris and sat beside him. He could feel Jun sitting close to them, pulling a smile from his lips when he felt Jun’s thigh press into his back. Spying Miyuki walking into the room, Tetsu seriously lifted the shogi piece in his hand.

“Miyuki, shogi?” He could see the hesitance in Miyuki’s body, but Tetsu just pushed on, moving the piece in the air as if it was on the board. Just as he thought that maybe Miyuki would play with him, Tetsu noticed the door open quickly and internally sighed when Sawamura and the other two first years walked in. He had nothing against the loud pitcher, but that did mean Miyuki wouldn’t be willing to play with him. Feeling a hand sneak into his own, Tetsu smiled a little, squeezing back. He could see that Chris was consumed in his conversation with Kanemaru but even then Chris was aware about Tetsu and Jun.

At some point he focussed back on the conversation between Miyuki and Sawamura. Tetsu had to hold back the laugh bubbling in his chest when he heard Miyuki continuously teasing Sawamura. How those two weren’t together yet baffled him, but from Jun’s extensive shoujo collection apparently this kind of relationship was a prelude to a close and beautiful relationship.

Didn’t stop him from meddling sometimes with Chris and Jun though.

Sawamura looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel, and even though Kominato junior was trying to hold him back, when Miyuki finally said, “well I don’t think I want to hear your singing. I mean, I’ve heard you shouting all too much,” Sawamura finally exploded. Nearly frothing at the mouth, something which Tetsu found strangely fascinating as Jun could do that sometimes as well when really angered, the southpaw replied.

“BAKAYUKI! I could almost definitely out sing you any day. If I do, then you have to catch for me all of tomorrow!” At that declaration, Furuya suddenly perked up, his aura all fired up. Tetsu watched amused as Furuya quickly rushed over to the pair and declare his absolute intent to win. Quickly, in order to prevent his teammate from taking much more of Miyuki’s attention, Sawamura rushed up to Chris and spoke loudly, and unsurprisingly quite formally. Bowing deeply, Sawamura spoke, while Tetsu watched the surprise and uncomfort on Chris’ face melt away to reveal exasperated fondness.

“Master, would you do us the honour of judging our singing?”

Tetsuya could see the hesitancy in Chris’ face, but he was interested to see how the event would turn out and spoke swiftly, “Chris, you should do it. It would be a good team bonding experience.” His aura flared slightly, always wanting to see the betterment of the team. He heard Jun try not to laugh, and felt a slight smile stretch across his face once more.

Someone in the room suggested karaoke, and Kuramochi, who had yet to stop cackling about the idea quickly leapt onto the plan suggesting the cafeteria. “The cafeteria has pretty good speakers. We could do it in there, plus it’s larger so more people could fit.”

They all quickly trooped out of the room, some running through the rain before they got wet. Tetsu stayed back, walking between Chris and Jun. When they had stood up from the ground, Tetsu and Chris had been forced to let go, but as they were at the back of the group, he quickly grabbed Chris’ hand and tugged on the back of Jun’s sweater.

He could see them glance around to make sure no one was looking, but he didn’t really care. He knew the benefit of keeping their relationship on the down low, but he just wanted to be around his boys more. Pulling them into a tight hug, Tetsu breathed in their comforting scents before letting go. The bright red flush on Jun’s face adorably countered his deep scowl, while Chris just smiled gently, though his face was just a bit more pink than before.

Crossing his arms, Jun growled, “what did you do that for baka! What if some—” Tetsu smiled and shrugged, “I wanted to. That’s all.” He walked away, still holding Chris’ hand, therefore pulling him as well but leaving a blushing Jun behind.

As they walked inside the cafeteria, he could see that everyone else had moved the tables around and connected someone’s phone to the speakers. Settling down into one of the chairs, Tetsu quickly got comfortable, waiting to hear everyone’s singing. This wasn’t the first time that Karaoke night had happened, but not since his own first year.

He watched as Sawamura stomped up to the front of the room, shouting about how his singing would be the best. Truthfully, Tetsuya was expecting Sawamura to be very good at singing, especially considering how many times he’d seen the boy mouthing along with music while running. And in fact, he wasn’t wrong when Sawamura began singing quietly, before his voice crescendoed into a gorgeous peak.

“And I… will always love you” “I… will always love you” “You, ooh”

Tetsu felt the goosebumps crawling up his arm, eliciting a shiver down his back. His voice was beautiful, and powerful yet there was something childish about it that made it all the more unique. Truthfully, if he had to say, Sawamura’s voice very strongly reminded him of Chris’ in first year. That strong timbre coupled with a young voice that still cracked slightly. Glancing over at Jun, he could see the same recognition in him as well. Squeezing Chris’ hand gently, he smiled at his boys, happy to be with them.

Looking at Miyuki, he could see the awestruck look in the catcher’s face, pulling a slight chuckle from his lips. Maybe they wouldn’t have to meddle with this couple. But the smirks on all three of their faces said there would still be some meddling to occur.

The burst of applause that resounded in the room after Sawamura was done singing seemed to shock the pitcher who quickly turned bright red but grinned brightly. Bashful Sawamura quickly disappeared however to shout at Furuya, “Your turn now! Beat that!” Everyone ignored as Sawamura surreptitiously wiped his tears away.

Furuya and Kominato junior walked towards the front, though Kominato’s face turned quite red when everyone’s eyes were on them, though he seemed to relax when Sawamura began to shout how Furuya was cheating. Ryou’s karate chop quickly shut him up.

They both stood beside each other, Furuya’s eyes nearly shut as if he was asleep in the bullpen. Kominato began singing, his voice soft like Sawamura’s before, but when Furuya joined in, no one could deny that their voices melded together beautifully.

“Now I’ve had the time of my life No, I never felt like this before Yes I swear it’s the truth And I owe it’all to you”

“Cause I’ve had the time of my life And I owe it all to you”

Tetsuya wasn’t surprised they sounded well together, though he wasn’t expecting this kind of song from them. And judging from Ryou’s tight smile, it wasn’t something he was happy about. He clapped for the beautifully sung performance, before laughing when he saw Miyuki and Kuramochi.

Apparently they had somehow found fedoras and sunglasses for their performance. Clearly their song was going to be a little less meaningful than the previous two. When the first beats of their chosen song came on, Tetsu couldn’t help but shake his head at their choice. This really was the best song for them.

“I’m too hot (hot damn) Am I bad ‘bout that money Break it down” … “Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you ‘Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you Saturday night and we’re in the spot Don’t believe me, just watch (Come on)”

The whole song got the team dancing in their seats, laughing as they sang along to the widely popular song. He knew that his decision to pass the team onto Miyuki and Kuramochi wasn’t a wrong one. They knew the team.

As the night wore on, more people sang, surprising many with the quite decent singing skills on the team. However, no one seemed to match up to the power or passion of Sawamura’s beginning song. And what a surprise that was, he seemed to always pull the attention to himself. As he looked around the room, he felt a little nervous when he realized that almost everyone had sang except him, Chris and Jun. And considering the knowing grin on Ryou’s face, that wasn’t because of Tetsu’s choice.

And indeed, Ryousuke clearly had a hand in them being the last to sing, as he spoke with a teasing lilt to his voice, “Clearly, Sawamura is the winner, as astonishing as that is. However, I think the reigning singing champions at Seidou should be the ones to finish the night off?” No one else in the room seemed to understand what Ryousuke meant, but the dawning comprehension in Chris and Jun’s face mirrored his own.

Technically, they had won the karaoke night in first year, but only because the other first year refused to sing after them. Now Ryou wanted to pull them into this again? Crossing his arms, he spoke in his captain voice. “Ryousuke, twenty extra laps tomorrow,” but the devious smirk never left Ryou’s face, even as he nodded in acquiescence.

Standing up, he glanced down at Chris and Jun, who sighed, or in Jun’s case, growled, but inevitably stood up. Walking to the front of the room, he waited as Chris chose the music.

Hearing the doowop beats coming from the speaker, Tetsu smiled softly, recognizing one of his favourite songs to sing. Jun looked just as happy, considering it was their first song they had attempted together.

“Woah, oh, oh For the longest time Woah, oh, oh For the longest”

“If you said goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could I do I’m so inspired by you

That hasn’t happened for the longest time” “Once I thought my innocence was gone Now I know that happiness goes on That’s where you found me When you put your arms around me I haven’t been there for the longest time”

The stunned faces of the first and second years was worth it, but it was the fun he had, holding Jun and Chris’ shoulders as they sung that truly made the evening. Rain wasn’t that bad sometimes.

Notes

Tetsu, Jun and Chris: Billy Joel | The Longest Time Sawamura: Whitney Houston | I will always love you) Furuya/Haruichi: Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes | The time of my life Miyuki/Kuramochi: Bruno Mars & Mark Ronson | Uptown Funk

#whythehandbasket #daiya no ace #cjt #takigawa chris yuu #isashiki jun #yuki tetsuya #chrisjuntetsu #daiyanerd #happy birthday gretch!#collab :)#ray ray writes #this was fun to write!

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fireheartfaery · 4 years ago

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Late Nights

Ciara’s attempt at a fanfic! I just got really obsessed with Rowcan and needed to do something about the bubbling in my veins?!?!?! Anyway i hope you enjoy (and this is my first fanfic for this fandom so please go easy on me)

Gretch this one is for you! @queen-of-demons-and-hell

Lorcan Salvaterre wakes up in a bad mood. But more than that he wakes up alone. His lover had slipped away in the early hours of the morning, judging by the cold space and the distinct lack of clothes strewn across the room. In his abundant years of life he has seldom woken up by himself and on the mornings he does it's an ache in his ribs. His friends would call it abandonment issues. His friends are dicks.

He glowers at the bathroom mirror, attempting to tame his knotted mop of midnight black hair, and when that doesn't work he throws it up in a twisted knot, the little care he possessed disappearing. By the time he's dressed for the day, his signature scowl is in place and he's third cup of coffee has been downed. He adjusts the cuffs of his sleeves, and hooks a blazer over his shoulder. With a final glance around his apartment he's out the door and on his way to work.

The day doesn't much improve, but at the very least he gets to drink the premium coffee.

"Lorcan, my office."

Looking up at his boss, her raven hair swaying in time with her hips, he doesn't bother with a reply instead shoving out from his chair and attempting to school his face into a neutral expression. He had learnt years ago that showing any emotion around Maeve would earn you nothing but trouble.

"Yes Boss," He walks in shutting the door with a quiet click.

She doesn't look up from her laptop, black nails clicking against the keyboard, "I need you to work on the Havilliard Project, and get it done by tomorrow morning. I have to present it to the board at 10 and you know how I feel about not meeting deadlines."

He had a good mind to ask why she didn't do it if she was so worried. Instead he nodded his agreement, "Anything else boss?"

"Call Whitethorn in when you leave."

And with a wave of her hand he was dismissed.

"Boss," He growls, as he shoves past Rowan Whitethorn's desk.

The silver-haired, golden boy doesn't react to his anger, doesn't do anything except get up and disappear behind Maeve's door. Lorcan wants to throw something across the room. It irks him to no end that Whitethorn doesn't do anything. What kind of person doesn't show any emotion besides mild amusement?

The day slowly drags on, sun slipping past his desk and disappearing behind the blackening sky. Perfect, at least something was as dark as his mood. The Havilliard Project, as Maeve so nicely calls it, is a pain in his ass. He doesn't know how he got stuck with it but the entire team has jumped ship, refusing even to help him. So here he is, clock crawling towards six pm and he's only half way done.

He vaguely hears the chorus of goodbyes as his coworkers slowly filter out, probably getting ready for the Thursday night party scene, so many of them frequented, or going home to their families. Elide he knows, is off tomorrow because she's taking the weekend to visit her girlfriend across the country. She stops by his desk briefly and then practically skips away, happiness rolling off her. He's jealous. He's not sure if it's because she gets to leave or it's because she's getting a holiday but he's envious of her. It’s disgusting.

He glances at the desks next to him, noting their emptiness. Gavriel, as meticulous and decorated as ever, on his right, and Rowan, mostly neat but bland as plain bread. He shouldn't talk though, his own desk is devoid of any personality besides a little axe paperweight Aelin got him as a gag gift a few birthdays ago.

Having a ninth cup of coffee is useless, eight is generally where it stops working, but he can't help but need the bitter taste. Besides it's a reason to get up and move. Just get out of the suffocating box for a little while. Minutes later, a steaming coffee in his hand, he settles back into his desk and resolves to finish this before midnight.

Some hours into a presentation, sky littered with stars and the moon gleaming through the floor to ceiling windows, a shuffling from behind him grabs his attention.

"Whitethorn?" He peers at his coworker, confusion blanketing his features, "What are you still doing here?"

"Working."

"Gee thanks," He rolled his eyes, "Thought maybe you were practicing for your mariachi band." He swivels his chair, getting up to dispose of his mug in the sink.

"Shut up Salvaterre."

"Make me Whitethorn," He growls.

And in a split second his back is against the wall and forest green eyes are blazing.

"Wanna try that again?" Rowan breathes, noses brushing against each other.

Lorcan's lips pull up in a smirk, "I said, Make. Me."

The silver-haired male grins, slow and seductive, "You sure about that Salvaterre?"

"Try me Whitethorn."

And then Rowan's lips are on his and it's like fire. Like heat and red and sin. Teeth and tongue and dominance. He groans as he feels a sharp sting on his bottom lip. Rowan takes the opportunity to push into him, hip to hip. He can feel the evidence of their arousal and its almost enough to end him. Hands, big and bruising, roam his body, catching on the contours of his body.

Rowan brushes a thumb across his teeth and then wraps a hand around his throat, pulls back slightly, green eyes sparking, "Next time Salvaterre," He breathes, "It won't be my kiss that shuts you up."

"Can't wait pretty boy." He smiles, letting the devil show.

Pine eyes narrow in warning, "Fucking dick."

Lorcan drags a hand down that lithe body and squeezes his ass, "See you at home babe."

"Don't forget to buy milk, prick."

His boyfriend steps away, silver hair catching on the moonlight but Lorcan pulls him back and crashes their bodies together, "Warm the bed, tonight I want to hear you moan."

And gods, did his name sound delicious falling from grace.

#Rowcan #rowcan fic #late nights #FDS fanfic #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #crack ship #crack ship fic #Ciara attempts to write #throne of glass

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fingerbiterfreak · 4 years ago

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Percy Lore

General:

Full name is Perseus Andrew Malek

Has always despised being called Perseus, just goes by Percy

Smells like cinnamon and spices

Birthday is July 23rd. Was killed on his birthday (22) (Leo)

Born in Florida but moved to Pennsylvania at 3yrs old when his parents discovered the cult.

He is 5’9

Percy is bi, prefers women.

Playful and Cocky, loves to be mischievous

has cat like eyes (reflect light, pupils get big when happy or excited)

Scar across his chest from dying lol

soft messy hair, tons of curls

only gets a haircut when he can't see and does it himself

loves video games, Decent at smash

into anime because of Gretchen

Dabbles in guitar but can’t play any songs

Enjoys drawing but is not that great at it. He mainly does it because he knows whatever it is will look funny

Steals things from people's houses when investigating mysteries/monsters

Steals from 7/11 every time they go

LOVES Queen and The Struts

Any classic rock or indie music will do though

His phone is one of Gretchen's old iPhone. The screen wasn’t cracked until he touched it

Often takes over Gretchen’s computer when she’s not using it, as well as her consoles

Kinda a clutz

Doesn’t need to eat but does to feel some sense of normalcy

Life (alive)

Not great

Mom and dad were in a cult, The Eyes of Ekar. Their worshipping consisted of ritualistic sacrifice of animals and rare occasions people.

Their goal is to eventually "Ascend" and become higher beings, this did not happen often and only when Ekar wanted

To Ascend however, you have to be willing to literally die in a ritual

Percy sometimes felt like they loved Ekar more than him

Didn't go to public school because his parents didn't want him interacting with "outsiders'', instead was homeschooled. It was more schooling about Ekar and his "love" more than math and english

Spent most of his time exploring the outside on the property, he didn't have a whole lot of video games or things like that

Percy died in the house Gretchen lives in currently.

When he turned 8, Percy's parents believed it was his time to Ascend. He fought and resisted as much as he could (as he should) but it was no use.

someone walking their dog heard his screams, his parents were promptly arrested and locked up.

The house sat abandoned for 3 years until Gretchen's parents bought and refurbished the house to turn into their Funeral Home. For 3 years Percy wandered the grounds alone.

The town kind of covered up the whole murdered little boy story.

Life(Not alive):

he doesn't remember a whole lot about his life before he passed. He knows his parents were bat shit about some cult, who Ekar is, and how/where he died but that’s about it

When he came back to the living realm he didn't come back normal

He got cat like eyes and sharp teeth

Being a ghost, he is also invisible to people around Gretchen, but she can see and hear him. Percy however can touch others and objects. If he chooses he can phase through things, but it feels weird so he doesn't do it much.

When Gretchen loses control of her magic however, he is perfectly visible to everyone.

He grew protective of Gretchen the more they hung out, she was his only friend and vice versa and he didn’t like how she was treated at school.

when they were in middle school, if someone would bully her they’d get a swift kick to the shins.

she made him stop doing that once they got older. He didn't want to (it was kinda funny) but he did.

this added to the stigma around Gretchen that she was weird and dangerous

he would also play pranks during class which would in turn get blamed on her

she hardly held it against him though, no matter how much trouble she got in. It usually made her laugh anyway

Percy spends a lot of his free time playing video games, on his phone, or happily napping in Gretch's presence

always down for an adventure though, whether it's just going out or to go hunt monsters

Motw

Drove a car really cool once, played so much forza he learned how to drive

Also fell out of said car

At one point Percy was unintentionally traded for power. Ekar gave Gretchen a deal, power in exchange for something. There wasn't time to figure out what that something was.

it was him

Ekar locked him up in a hell dimension, alone again for what felt like forever.

Percy being sent to hell isn't something the two of them really talk about. When he came back he was happy to be home, but was distant towards Gretchen for a bit and would often phase out for hours.

in the end he forgave her, she didn't know he would be sent away. He just wished she'd been more careful.

Now hates being completely alone more than he already did

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Went through a few names during creation, was almost named Felix

Looked like an early 2000s teen when I first drew him

Percy is *pretty*, if people could see him he’d get bitches

Originally was a demon boy Gretchen summoned from Hell but I couldn't figure out how to make him his own person before he met Gretchen without it being kinda creepy, so now he’s a ghost!

#DONE #FINALLY #ITS BEEN DAYS #Percy #my ocs

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three-drink-amy · 5 years ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRETCH!! I HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST AMAZING DAY, LOVE YA❤️❤️❤️❤️

Aww thank you, Kara!! Love ya too! 💕💕

#my birthday

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you-thinks-wrong-romeo · 6 years ago

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Hamlet

Gretchen Fluff

Word Count: 1,618

Warnings: uuuhh... maybe a tiny little smidge of a Regina trying to not be a bitch sub-plot, but it doesn’t excuse her actions before this. She’s just trying to not be awful.

Not really requested, but highly hyped and not so patiently waited for by @theatricalwriter

A/N: I PUT MY BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS INTO THIS!! IT HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS FOR A BIT, AND IT’S THE LONGEST FIC I’VE WRITTEN, SO, THAT BEING SAID, hope you enjoy it!! And please comment!! I love hearing your thoughts!!

Masterlist

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Cady: Hey, girl! What’s up?

Gretchen: Not much. Just finished making some cupcakes.

Cady: Cool! Soo… are you going to the performance of Hamlet at the park?

Gretchen: Of course!! You know it’s my favorite play. I’ve seen it so many times that I could probably do the whole thing by myself.

Cady: Great! Damian’s in it, I’m the stage manager, and we even convinced Janis to do some sets! And I need to ask you a HUGE favor.

Gretchen: Go for it.

Cady: Okay, so you can totally say no, but we were wondering if you could proof it for us. Our dress rehearsal is on Friday. And, again, you can say no.

Gretchen: Yes!! That sounds like fun! I’ll be there.

Cady: Great!!! Thank you SO MUCH!!!! Oh, and one more thing.

Gretchen: What is it?

Cady: You better bring some cupcakes.

Gretchen: You bet!

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Gretchen was so excited about seeing Hamlet. She’d seen it before, at every opportunity she was given, but she still loved it. She was a huge fan of Shakespeare and Hamlet. She loved it. For a long time, she was afraid to say anything about it. She feared judgment, especially from Regina. She was afraid of losing her status.

Gretchen still feared that people would not like her. She might always fear rejection, but now she had stronger friendships. She was still close with Karen, but now she was friends with Janis and Damian, too. She got to know the real disaster known as Cady Heron. She had even decided to help Regina.

Regina wanted to change. She had driven her best friends away from her. She had manipulated and hurt so many people. She had convinced herself she had to remain well-liked and popular, but she really did want to be better. She needed to be better, both for herself and her friends. Regina really cared about them, and they wanted to her to be a better person, too. Janis and Damian still kept her at an arm’s length, and for good reason. Regina couldn’t blame them. Gretchen was helping Regina be a better person, and she had a feeling that this could help them. She had no clue just how much.

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Gretchen: Hey, Regina!

Regina: Hey, Gretch. What’s up?

Gretchen: Cady just invited me to see Hamlet at the park. Wanna come?

Regina: Sure.

Gretchen: Yay!! There’s a dress rehearsal Friday that I’m going to, and the show is actually on Saturday.

Gretchen: You don’t have to go to both though.

Regina: Sounds like a lot of fun. I’ll go to both

Gretchen: Okay! It’s gonna be so fetch!

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All week, Gretchen had been so excited, and by Friday she could hardly sit still. She had convinced her English teacher to give her extra credit for helping with the show.

After school, Regina and Gretchen left in Regina’s car. They had decided to watch the first run, Gretchen taking notes, and then they would go to the mall. Their plans changed, though, the moment they saw Cady frantically running up to them.

“Cady? Cady, calm down! Breathe.” Gretchen said, trying to calm Cady down.

“I can’t calm down!! It’s all ruined, nothing is going right.” She seemed so stressed, and that made Gretchen worried.

“What’s wrong?” Gretchen asked.

“The sets aren’t done, our Ophelia costume doesn’t fit Ophelia, which doesn’t matter because she broke her leg! It’s all going downhill maybe we should just canc-“

“No!” Gretchen interrupted, “You worked so hard on this, so did Damian and Janis on their parts.”

“You’re right, but I don’t know how we can do it all tonight!” Cady replied, clearly becoming more stressed out by the second.

“We can! Regina can help out with sets, at least a little bit, and-”

“And Gretchen can play Ophelia!” Regina said, admittedly a little bit excited.

“What?” Cady and Gretchen both asked though Cady seemed more excited about Regina’s words than Gretchen did.

“Yes!! You love Hamlet! You’ve seen it a million times, and I know you know all of the lines. You can do it! Plus, you have all night to prepare.” Regina attempted to convince Gretchen.

“Sure, I could, but that doesn’t help the costume situation,” Gretchen tried to find a way out of the tricky situation.

“Wait!! You have that costume from the Renaissance Faire! Remember? I let you geek out a couple of years ago for your birthday. It’s a little old, but my mom can find someone to adjust it,” Regina explained quickly, “Gretchen, if you don’t want to do this, no one will make you. I just- I know how much this show means to you. You love it, and I just want you to be happy, okay? That’s what a good friend wants, right?”

“Yeah. I do want to do it.” Gretchen decided. She walked backstage with Damian.

Regina was assigned to work with Janis on the sets. Janis quickly found out that Regina couldn’t paint very well. However, she was good at applying even base layers of paint, due to her years of experience in makeup. They eventually made a system, and actually ended up working together pretty well. They had some issues at first, for obvious reasons, but they weren’t too bad. Janis was a little bit pouty, and may or may not have “accidentally” spilled paint on Regina. Regina wasn’t much better. It took a lot to not slip back into her comfortable, and popular, “keep everyone at an arm’s length” attitude. She might have slipped up a few times, but they did finish. The sets looked amazing, and they might have talked a little bit after finishing. They definitely weren’t friends, but they were on their way to becoming able to stand being in the same room.

On stage, Gretchen was surprising everyone, both by how well she could act, and by how well she knew the part. She picked up her cues and blocking in record time, and, of course, she knew most of her lines already.

They practiced as long as they could. By the end of the night, Cady’s heart rate had lowered back to a normal level, and everyone else felt much better about the show. Gretchen rode home with Regina and babbled on about Shakespeare and Hamlet the whole time. She gave her costume to Regina, who had quickly found someone to adjust it, and she already knew her size because of their many shopping trips.

The next day, Gretchen started to feel her nervousness growing. She knew the part, she had confidence in that. Unfortunately, that’s about all she had confidence in. She worried about her portrayal of the character, whether it was accurate or not, as Ophelia was a difficult role. She worried about her costume. She worried about her blocking. She was just generally worried.

At about one in the afternoon, Regina came over with Gretchen’s costume. It was beautiful, and it fit really well. Gretchen felt a small bit of weight lift from her shoulders as Regina fastened it. Gretchen’s mom and Regina both said that it looked amazing, and, honestly, Gretchen had to agree with them. She didn’t know what it was about the dress, maybe the way the cream colored fabric hung in the design or the fact that it was a costume for one of her favorite characters, but it made her feel a little better about the day. After a while, she reluctantly took it off. Regina promised to take good care of it and take it straight to Cady’s house.

The rest of the day was spent trying to calm Gretchen’s nerves, eventually, she and her mother agreed on drinking tea and watching anything unrelated to Shakespeare.

At about four o’clock, Janis and Damian showed up to give Gretchen a ride to the show. They stopped to get food first, Damian warning Gretchen about the strict “no food in costume” rule that was the visual equivalent of nails on a chalkboard to Cady.

When they got to the park, they rehearsed the show from top to bottom. They put final touches on the blocking to make it seem more natural. They also worked on making sure everyone knew their cues and their lines. They rehearsed incredibly hard.

Finally, it was time for the show. Gretchen could feel the feelings of excitement and nervousness bubbling within her, both trying to completely cover the other up. She was in costume and mouthing her lines silently to herself.

At the beginning of scene three, she entered alongside Laertes. She walked with a grace and poise that she rarely possessed.

“My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:

And, sister, as the winds give benefit

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

But let me hear from you.” Laertes spoke.

Gretchen felt like she was shaking, though she knew she wasn’t. She was so nervous up there. She looked at the boy in front of her, but she could feel the audience staring at her still.

“Do you doubt that?” The words flowed from her mouth before she could stop them. She then felt an instant calming feeling rush over her. Her first line had just come out so easily. She knew what she was doing.

The rest of the show went on perfectly. Cady’s perfectionism actually did some good this time. The people left after the show. Janis and Regina both stayed behind for their friends. They told Gretchen about the many people they had overheard commenting on how well she did.

The rest of the night was kind of boring. She went home, still giddy with the thought of all the praise she received. She eventually went to sleep completely content.

#gretchen wieners #mean girls #mean girls musical #gretchen weiners x reader #mean girls fanfic #mean girls x reader #janis sarkisian #damian mean girls #regina george #mean girls fluff #mean girls fandom

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the-unholy-trinitea · 6 years ago

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Queen of Beasts, Right Hand Prey/A Mean Girls Broadway Fanfic

Freshman year.

Everybody’s still awkward. Adjusting to starting puberty. Except for Regina George. Her best friend Janis Sarkisian stood in front of her mirror. “Gina? Am I fat?” She asked... Regina shook her head no and responded, “you’re not fat. You’re just King sized, J.”

They hugged.

“Heyyy girlies!”

Ugh. It’s my mom...

“Oh hi mrs. George you look less high today.” Janis quipped.

“Mommy. Can I please go shopping tomorrow?”

“Shopping?” Janis said, “We just went shopping for our outfits today!”

“Jan. I mean. Feminine shops. I need FEMININE PRODUCTS.”

Janis nodded.

Phew! “Sure Honey! I’ll go call Gretchen’s mother.”

Fuck.

“Jan. I’m sorry. Gretchen’s just a friend from theater camp. And since you went to art camp-“

“It’s okay Gina! I’ll see you Monday!”

Janis called her mom abruptly. She was clearly frustrated with Regina.

The Next day...

Gretchen: OMG! Gina!

Regina: It’s just Regina! Gina’s a baby name. K, Gretchen?

Gretchen: Mmkay.

Regina: Mmkay? We’re almost adults, Gretchen! You say yes when someone is speaking to you!

Gretchen: yes Regina

Regina: that’s better

*sees Janis*

OMFG! GRETCHEN! Look up from your phone!

Gretchen: Who’s that?

Janis walks up to Regina...

“Hey Regina! How are you! My mom and I are just getting me an afterschoool job.”

“That’s great. Jan. Look. This is Gretchen. Gretchen-Janis. Janis-Gretchen. Yes? Ok bye!”

“Gina?”

“Yes babe?”

“Jingle bell,”

Janis said the together part as Regina walked off laughing with Gretchen. “Jingle bell rock...”

First day of high school

Janis got on the bus and to her surprise Regina wasn’t on it. Dressed in a crop top and jeans she’d sewn from hand dyed purple denim, she looked for a place to sit. “Heyyy girlie! Over hear! Sweetie!” A plus sized boy sat next to her. “Damien. Theatre star. Singer extraordinaire. And you are?”

“Janis. Janis Sarkisian. Artist.”

They shook hands.

“Hey. Damien? Do you by chance know Regina George?”

Damien gawked at her.

“THE REGINA ANGELICA GEORGE? I went to theatre camp with her and she got the lead in our production of Frozen! The unauthorized musical. You know RAGS to riches George? Lucky!”

“Yeah... I’m her best friend.”

“Oh crap. You’re the best friend?!” Damien.

“What do you——-Mean”

The bus pulled to a stop and they got off at school and we’re separated immediately when a black Jeep pulled up between them.

Decked out in louboutin heels, were Regina George, Gretchen, and some othe blonde girl. They looked like barbies. They looked like...

“Hey Regina you Plastic fake bitch!” Janis yelled.

“Oh hi Jeanette!” The other blonde said.

“How are you Janis?” Gretchen squealed!

“Quiet Gretchen. No one was talking to you.”

“Mmkay.”

“Gretch. I swear to god.”

Gretchen looked like she was about to cry but she straightened up and said with a smile, “Yes Regina.”

Regina turned sharply to Janis.

“Oh hey Janis... How’ve you been.” ReGINA said.

“Good considering you haven’t talked to me for a week.”

“But janis. I had to prep for my theatre audition and Gretchen here was with me at my house coaching me ALL WEEKEND!”

“Actually didn’t we see Hamilton or...” the other blonde said.

“Isn’t that right, Gretchen. Please excuse Karen she’s off her meds.” Regina said.

“I take perkasets! Mali perkasets!” Karen shouted. Janis was sure that was a vine that had been created this summer.

“Well I’ll see you at your birthday par...”

“Janis,” Regina said, “I’ll see you at lunch sweetie.

•

2 months later at lunch. Regina had theatre rehearsals everyday at lunch and so did Damien. Regina never showed up at lunch with Janis. She was too busy snickering and putting notes on her locker that read, “gay support groups are down the hall” and “pedos use the guys room.”

But Regina was happy despite Janis’ angst about her.

So when Janis saw her perform Cell Block Tango during Halloween Fling rehearsal she was caught off guard when Janis kept whistling and shouting “Yes Gina! Get it!” And then even louder when she had her solo for the concert portion singing “Mad World.”

And that gay kid playing Billy Flynn flounced right over to her after and hugged her, “Regina George! You are slay! I gotta go talk to Janis “Van Goth” Sarkisian over there!” And then he hugged Janis and she hugged him and showed her the portrait she made for the Fall Art show...

Regina decided it was time to say something...

Regina: That was so weird. Janis was acting like she was crushing on me. And I’m having a pool party.

Gretchen: Just invite her she’s your best friend.

Karen: yay friends. It’s the right thing to do. R-E-E-S-P-E-K-T?

Regina: Karen! I can’t have a lesbo at my party with girls in bikinis! That’s like inviting a pedo...

Gretchen: true

Karen: I dated a pedo... he extorted me...

Gretchen: OMG Karen. Tell the police. Report him.

Karen: but I can barely read a book!

Regina: NO ONE CARES! OMG! Janis is coming. Put your phone down.

“Hey Gina!”

“It’s Regina, what do you want Janis?”

“I just wanted to say that you were stunning out there!”

Regina dropped her lipstick and realized that Janis was in the girls dressing room and Regina was stripped down to her black lace bra and boy shorts.

“Janis why are you in the girls dressing room?” Karen asked.

“Karen! You can’t just ask WHY she’s in the girl’s restroom. But why exactly are you Jan?”

Regina asked.

“I just wanted to give you your birthday present before this weekend.” Janis said nudging a bag toward her.

“Regina looked in they back and it was the lace dress and pink notebook Regina had put in her amazon wishlist. And a lacy pink bra...

“Sorry. I can’t take this.” She said.

“But I’m your best friend did I do something?”

“It’s just... WHY ARE SO OBSESSED WITH ME!” ReGINA yelled. Janis froze, “We always shopped for bras for each other because it was our tradition and I...”

“YOU ARE A DYKE. A DANGER TO EVERY GIRL HERE. I CANT HAVE A LESBIAN AT MY PARTY. ITS NOT COOL. And unsafe.”

Janis felt cold.

And then hot.

“I may be a dyke but at least I know the difference between a star and the sun. Clearly one is bigger and takes up too much space! Well I’m a dyke. An alien dyke from Venus! Tell the government, bitch. You have my number on speed dial.”

Janis stormed out unaware hat people were video taping her.

•

That night Damien showed up at her window and helped her create a new Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram to get away from #spacedyke.

•

Regina wrote about Janis that night in the soon to be burn book.

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