#i think his turn as Cady was better

[cry-bastion]

ROBERT MITCHUM as REVEREND HARRY POWELL in The Night of the Hunter (1955), dir. Charles Laughton

#the night of the hunter #robert mitchum #harry powell #charles laughton #50s #film #old hollywood #i think his turn as Cady was better #but this was an intriguing film #also i know he's an insane killer but some of his scenes with the girl were kinda adorable lol #worst stepfather ever but awww #sally jane bruce #billy chapin #shelley winters #lillian gish

[ziggyzolch]

Queen Bee-atch Ⅴ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia) but no explicit description of it.

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"No! Of course I'm not on board." Being zoned out for most of the week, you hadn't been listening to Janis' rambling, so you had no idea of her plan for Cady. Sighing, Janis sets her guitar to the side. "Dude, we've been talking about this plan for weeks, your opinion won't stop it." Damien chimes in from his place at your desk, "Yeah girl, Regina needs to be humbled. If anything, we're helping her." 

You invited your friends over the second you got home from Regina's, with the intention of having a jam sesh, until you heard Damien bring up the next step of their sabotage plan. You roll your eyes at Janis' nodding, getting up from the floor. "No, this is insane. Regina doesn't need to be 'humbled'." Cady peaks her head out of your bathroom, your mascara in her hand, "Yes she does! She was about to steal Aaron away from me."

Your eyes bulge out of your head, "Are you fucking serious? That's what this is about?" Janis rolls her eyes at you, "You know what this is about. She made our lives a living hell in freshman year!" You scoff, shaking your head and taking your guitar from her, "Wow, people think you're a pyromaniac. Boohoo." Janis stands up and pushes your shoulders, making you drop your guitar,

"Regina treated me like shit!"

You push her back, "Me too! You don't see me overreacting about it!"

"This," She shoves you, "Is not an overreaction. You didn't even know her! She was my best friend! Becoming an antisocial bulimic bitch is an overreaction." The silence that follows is deafening.

Tears well up in your eyes, "Fuck you, Janis. You're a hypocrite, you're all hypocrites!"

You point at Cady, "You're literally dressed like a plastic right now. Also, you ditched me when I was blackout drunk, for a boy that you barely just met!" Turning your gaze towards Damien and Janis, "You guys don't sit alone because everybody hates you. You hate everybody! You are no different from Regina, you just hide it better."

"You hate everyone too!" Janis retorts, while Damien and Cady look at each other awkwardly. "Maybe, but I don't seek petty revenge on everyone that's ever wronged me! You don't think I hate Regina for what she's done?" You sit down on the ground, calming down. "I do, but making her miserable won't make me any happier, and it won't make you happier either." Janis sighs, taking a seat next to you, Cady and Damien following. 

"Fine, we won't do it, but we can't take back what we've already done." Janis slaps Cady in warning. You raise an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?" Damien sighs, "We may have...been responsible for her recent weight gain and pimples." You groan, falling backwards and laying down on the floor, "You guys are horrible. At least you can start sitting with us again, Cady...Cady?" You all turn to her as she looks up from her phone, "I just need one more day."

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It's been a couple of minutes since English class started. You were assigned to finish up the book report, so it was basically a free period. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you slam your laptop closed.

"Uh, what were you doing?" You turn towards Regina, noting that she's wearing sweatpants, "Watching porn..?" She takes her seat, raising an eyebrow at you. You stare at her while she slowly drags your laptop towards her, opening it and turning it on. 

Papa's pizzeria pops up on your screen. "In what world would watching porn be a better explanation than playing a game?" Regina looks at you in disbelief. "I panicked! I thought you were the teacher." She huffs out a laugh and pulls out her notebook while you take your laptop back. Regina turns to you, opens her mouth, then closes it and turns back to her notebook.

You ignore it, but after she does it for the fourth time you decide to ask,

 "Are you having a stroke-" 

She interrupts, "I'm sorry!" 

The class goes quiet, curious at what she could possibly be apologizing for. "Oh, uh. We don't have to talk about that." You scratch the back of your neck. She sighs and moves her chair to face you. "No, we do." You pinch the bridge of your nose before standing up and grabbing her arm, ignoring the teacher's objections and dragging her out of class. "Regina, we were young and stupid, it's fine." 

Her face contorts in anger, "It's not! I was horrible to you, more than I was to anyone else. You didn't deserve that," She looks you up and down, "I shouldn't have made you feel like you needed to change anything about yourself."

You were speechless, Janis would never believe this. "Thank you, really, but I'm just one person out of hundreds that you've been horrible to. Why are you so worried about my opinion specifically?" She sputters while you raise your eyebrows at her, waiting for a reply. She rolls her eyes and drags you to the janitor's closet. Her eyes dart around the room, looking at everything except you. "I like you." 

Your expression remains unchanged, "Uh okay, I like you too, you've been a good friend- Oh." Your eyes widen in realization. Regina panics at your silence and attempts to backtrack, "Oh, pfft, yeah that's what I meant! Friends, you're a good friend- mph!" You press your lips to hers, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

After the initial shock, Regina relaxes into the kiss and places her hands on your waist, pushing you against the wall. The bell stops Regina's wandering hands, and you push her away, catching your breath. "This talk isn't over, Blondie." Regina smiles at you, "Come over today, we can talk all night long, puppy." You blush at the nickname and innuendo, lightly shoving her when she laughs. "Stop! Look, Janice has an art competition tonight. Can you come with me? You're gonna have to apologize to her too." 

Regina shakes her head in disgust before you add, "I'll come over after and we can have that 'talk'-" 

"I'll come!" 

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Gretchen was pissed. Regina had blown her off for you, ditched her and Karen at a party for you, and walked out the janitor's closet with you! For her to have the audacity to try and sit at their table, in sweatpants, after all of that.

"Those rules are bullshit-"

Karen jumps in, "They weren't that day I wore a vest!"

"Yeah because that vest was hideous!"

"You can't sit with us!" The cafeteria goes quiet at Gretchen's screech. You, Janis, and Damien turn to face the commotion. "These are all that fit me right now," You can make out Regina admitting quietly. Gretchen turns to Cady, waiting for her decision. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you hear Cady's answer. Turning to Janis and Damien, you ask,

"Does she know the plan is off? Did she not hear anything we said?"

"She does! I don't know why she's acting like this." Janis replies,

Your jaw goes slack, "You literally made her like this."

"Look, maybe this is just a one time thing!"

The conversation is interrupted by Regina yelling, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Your heart breaks for her, you make a mental note to talk to Regina. Trying to defuse the awkwardness, Damien brings up Janis's art competition. "Look, Cady promised she'd be there. We can talk to her about this then!" You scoff, "Yeah, we'll see." 

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A/N: I couldn't fit the Christmas dance thing in so i worked around it. Also, I don't really know how to reply to them but I promise I check all the reblogs and comments and I appreciate them. Thank you for reading!

#regina george x reader #regina george imagine #mean girls imagines #mean girls 2024 #fanfic #wlw #regina george #mean girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #regina george x you #mean girls the musical #regina george is a lesbian #wlw fiction #regina george icons #x reader

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 5 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warnings(s): homophobia is still a theme. another dead relative mentioned. smoking cigarettes.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 6

You'd decided to do nothing about Cady's infiltration for now. Or, well, Regina had told you she'd figure it out and given firm instruction to not do anything.

You didn't exactly like that. Then again, you didn't have any better ideas. Obviously, you wanted her to not be around Regina. It was wrong that she was friends with her under the pretence that she was looking for reasons to stab her in the back. Then again, she didn't need reasons. Regina had provided plenty already.

As September dragged along and eventually turned to October, it felt as if day by day your mind split into an exponentially growing number of pieces. Your desire to protect Regina battled with the fact that she had been wrong so many times, had really hurt people. Didn't they deserve some reparation? Didn't Regina deserve forgiveness? Was any of that for you to decide?

You would have to pick a side and make your stance known, eventually. You'd have to plant your feet firmly on the territory you really believed in. Only, you dreaded that you didn't have as much agency as you'd have liked.

Were you weak or strong for always sticking by someone? What would become of you if you didn't stand up for what you thought was right and wrong? Where was the line?

You didn't want to side with Janis and her lackeys. The more you looked at it, the parallel between them—Janis and Regina—started to become obvious. Janis and Regina weren't that different at all.

What did you even want? What could you want? You didn't have answers to those questions.

The weather was getting colder, so you'd shuffled your wardrobe quite a bit. Short-sleeved flannels and tee shirts were replaced by cotton undershirts and grandpa sweaters. Literal grandpa sweaters. You'd gotten the majority of them from your grandfather's closet, which he had left for you in his will. It was a joke you two had shared, that you looked better in his clothes than he did.

Regina certainly didn't think so.

"Those sweaters are fucking ugly." She put it bluntly, chewing on some gum as she surfed channels on your TV. She'd taken to spending a lot of time at yours recently. You guessed it had to do with her dad being home and her friends no longer being trustworthy.

"They were my gramps'." You pouted and slumped onto the couch next to her. Since your first sleepover, the distance between your bodies had gotten smaller each time. Your knees almost touched.

"The emotional baggage makes them even frumpier." She glanced at you before looking back at the TV. "You'd be better off framing them."

"I like them, Reg." You settled back and turned your attention to the screen as well. "I don't tell you what to wear."

"If you did we wouldn't be friends." She quipped, finally settling on just shutting the thing off. "Now, what's up with you?"

"Nothing." You didn't want to talk about it. You doubted you could talk about something like that and both remain calm. You hated shouting. It always made you cry, no matter the situation. You could've been the angriest you'd ever been, not sad at all, and still cry.

"Fine. Be stubborn." She huffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I'm going to Aaron's Halloween Party."

"Are you?" You turned and blinked at her. "Cool, I guess."

"You know how everybody, like, dresses sexy? It's like the whole point of Halloween, yeah? Cady's from Kenya. She doesn't know that. She thinks Halloween's supposed to be scary."

"Isn't it, though?"

"Ugh, for kids it is. We're practically adults. Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." Regina recited as if from a book. "Karen's words."

"She's very wise, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is." Regina mused.

"You ever told her that?"

"No, she'd get a big head."

"Karen Shetty would get a big head." You said, disbelieving.

"They want what I have so bad," Regina said. "I have to keep them on their toes."

"Are they even your friends? Or do you keep them close to control them?" You sat up straighter, some dots connecting. "Is that why you got Cady to join you? Because she was too pretty to go unchecked?"

"So you think she's pretty." Regina shifted closer, your knees really touching now. You tried to contain your excitement.

"I feel that's pretty obvious." You leaned in also, almost without noticing yourself. She was like a magnet.

"She had potential. If she were to realize it, who knows what she would've gotten up to."

"You made her realize that. That's a self-fulfilling prophecy if I've ever heard one."

"What do you know about prophecies?"

"I know that if I scoped a threat, I wouldn't make them stronger." You licked your lips nervously. "Keeping an eye on her is one thing, but you've made her an enemy."

"Fine, sure, whatever. Now, I'm gonna bring her down. She's gonna humiliate herself by showing up to the party all scary-looking, and then I'm gonna kiss Aaron Samuels." She grinned and blew a bubble. The thin pink of the bubblegum complimented her eyes.

"Why? To make her jealous? Because she wants something you had?"

"To establish dominance."

"I dunno, Reg." You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face. "You're making an enemy."

"It's what I do best, jorts. Just watch." She got up and headed for the kitchen. Hated to see her leave, loved to watch her go.

So, you watched. You watched her hatch her plans, how she deliberately kept Karen from talking to Cady about high school Halloween party etiquette, which seemed like a challenging task indeed, and how her leash on Gretchen tightened to an impossible degree.

You sat alone in the computer room the night of the party, trying to build a profitable amusement park and failing miserably. Your heart wasn't in it. Not even gaming could take your mind off of Regina.

She was probably kissing Aaron Samuels right now. Right now, their lips were sealed together in a nasty French kiss that surely repulsed anybody close enough to hear the slurping and suckling that came from the union. Aaron was probably on her, touching her everywhere he could get his grubby paws, shamelessly licking at the roof of her mouth like a dog.

While the thought of the jock being a bad kisser soothed you somewhat, it didn't cure the clenching in your chest. Fuck, it was stupid that this hurt you. It wasn't even real, she was using him to get to Cady, but the mere thought of them like that made you want to puke.

You watched the chaos unfold the next morning. At lunch, Janis herded you to their table near the back. You were barely listening, too busy glowering in the general direction of the jock table. Cady was officially on board now, you were told. Regina had officially gone too far for her and now their real plans could commence.

"Hey, dude, are you even listening?" Janis punched you on the shoulder. You glared and punched back.

"No. Yes, I- what did you say? Something about Homecoming."

"Yes!" Janis practically hissed, looking a little manic. You looked at Damien, who was eyeing you suspiciously. "We're spraying water on her when she's inevitably crowned Homecoming queen. Cady's also replacing her moisturizer with lard. Can you think of anything?"

What, you were supposed to contribute to bringing Regina down? She was kidding, right? She continued to stare holes in you.

"Uh..." You swallowed. "I'm not really an ideas guy. I can help in other ways?" You squeaked, desperately wanting out of this whole thing.

"Ugh, you're boring." Janis groaned, slumping against Damien.

"Good talk." You said hastily as you got up. "I'm going to smoke a cigarette now." So acutely uncomfortable, you talked like a robot.

"Can you gimme one?" Janis perked up.

"No, she can't." Damien cast a look at Janis. "We agreed, remember? Smoking only at the garage."

You took that opportunity to skedaddle. They bickered like an old married couple. Though there was no romantic chemistry between them, they were obviously a solid duo.

Janis didn't seem so bitter when she was with Damien. Sure, now that they were planning revenge their focus was on Regina, but they often strayed off track. Why couldn't she just let go? She was clearly doing better now.

As you rounded the building and made it across the lawn towards the bleachers, you spotted a couple making out. The boy had the girl pinned to the wall. You were quite far away and you could hear their lips smacking.

You didn't want to look too close, because gross, but the varsity jacket and pink ensemble were hard to ignore.

You gritted your teeth and pulled out the pack of Marlboros you had on hand. Regina and Aaron fucking Samuels. You lit up and inhaled before you were even properly concealed under the bleachers.

God, you were such a hypocrite. If you weren't over what Regina did to you in middle school, then why should she be? She'd had it worse, too. You couldn't even imagine the consequences of something like that.

If people knew you liked girls, it'd be over. Even if it was sort of like an open secret, because nobody ever asked you about boys or stuff like that, to have it confirmed would ruin you beyond repair.

If people knew you liked Regina, it'd be even worse.

"Hey, why're you sulking under there?"

"Regina, I'm not in the mood to talk."

"Uh, grumpy much?"

"Leave me alone."

You leaned your head back against the steel, looking up at Regina as she stood over you. She was in all pink. A pink, fuzzy sweater, white skinnies, and Uggs. You had a blue, old Carhartt jacket, denim jeans and scuffed Converse.

You matched with her way better than Aaron. You could probably kiss better too. Not that you'd had any practice. But you'd at least have the sense to not slobber all over the one you were kissing.

Unless Regina liked sloppy kisses. As if you'd get to find out.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

I like you. I like you too much and it's hard to think. I can't tell wrong from right.

"It's nothing." You took another drag. "Janis and Damien are plotting. It just makes me mad." Not entirely untrue. You were lying by omission, though.

"What kinda plots?"

You hesitated. How could you? "Nothing concrete yet." Now you were really lying. It sunk like a stone down your gullet, hitting your heart on the way down, and dropped heavily into your stomach. It nearly punched a hole clean through.

"Keep me updated." She lingered and you kept looking at her. What would she look like as Homecoming queen, soaked down to her bones up on a stage? What would she look like after smearing lard on her face?

Not ethereal in the sunlight like this, probably. Though you reckoned ruined mascara and pimples wouldn't do anything to shake off this stupid crush.

"For sure." You just nodded and looked down. You couldn't keep your eyes on her when guilt gnawed at your insides.

"Can I have one?" She hopped over your legs and sat down on the grass next to you.

"A cigarette?" You baulked. "A cigarette for Regina George?"

"Yes, you doof." She laughed and reached for your pockets. "Where's the pack?" She kept patting down your body. Your heart sped up, your palms sweated, and a stupid grin split your face.

"Only one." You turned your face as stern as you could make it. "I'm not ruining your beautiful singing voice."

"You think my voice is beautiful?" When she asked questions like that and looked so small waiting for your answer, you didn't quite know what to do with yourself.

"Yeah," You breathed, sounding a little too sincere, too reverent. "You sang at the talent show in middle school that one year. I think it was a Celine Dion song? Captivating."

"That was so embarrassing. I had such shit breath control." She rested her hand on your thigh, casually, and the other behind your back. Your faces were so close. "C'mon, jorts. Now."

"Nobody complained. Everybody loved it." You reached into your pocket and handed her a cig. She put it between her lips and looked at you expectantly.

If you'd been feeling bold, you would've touched the tip of your lit one to hers. Yours was more than halfway done, so you'd have gotten real close. Maybe in your dreams.

You flicked the lighter to life and held the fire for her. "Suck. Yup, you got it."

She inhaled and let the smoke out of her mouth. You took a drag to keep from laughing. "When you've got the smoke in your mouth, inhale it."

She did as you told and started coughing violently. This time, you couldn't keep the laughter in. She shoved you and you laughed harder.

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[rougecreator1]

Pretty Girl || part 1

|| Regina George x female reader

|| Warnings: Regina being mean (not to reader), jocks being jerks bullying reader, mentions of throwing up

|| Summary: you were new to NorthShore and Regina George notices you. At first, it's just small run ins. Until it becomes more...

Requests open!

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Ugh, math. Regina's least favourite subject. If it wasn't mandatory she would have dropped this class ages ago. Her nails drum gently against her desk as she glares at the clock, hoping to intimidate it enough to speed through the hour faster. She hadn't even been paying attention to what Ms Norbury was saying. That was until someone came running into the classroom, completely out of breath. Regina snapped her head towards the girl, raising an eyebrow. She didn't recognize you. Why?

"I'm so so sorry! I took a couple wrong turns and got lost on my way to class-" You apologized profusely to Ms Norbury, who had turned her focus to you now.

"Oh! Don't worry about it! You're the new student?" Ms Norbury asked, watching you with a curious gaze. You nodded quickly, hands on your knees as you tried catching your breath. You'd spent the last ten minutes running through the whole damn school. Trying to find your way through the unfamiliar maze of halls. Maybe you should have actually tried more in gym class at your old school, maybe then you wouldn't be so out of breath right now.

"Y/N L/N..." You introduce yourself, taking one last big breath before straightening up your back. Offering Ms Norbury a smile.

"Well, Y/N go find yourself a seat." She nodded her head towards the rows of desks and students, that's the moment you noticed everyone's eyes on you. It sent a chill through your spine, what did they all think of you? Probably thought you were a fool for getting lost. That's when you made eye contact with one girl in particular. You felt your heart leap into your throat at the sight of the gorgeous blonde. Intimidated by the gaze she had on you, you turned your head away and walked between a row of desks. Going towards one that was empty. A guy kicked his feet up on the chair and smirked at you, as if daring to sit there. Sighing, you opted to move further to the back. Taking a spare chair and sitting down without a desk in front of you. At least it was better than the floor (cough, Cady).

The pretty girl, that you would later come to know as Regina George, was seated in front of you. The rest of that class you spent watching the blonde, if anyone had tried talking to you you didn't notice. Hell, you didn't even care. Your full attention was on Regina George. Little did you know, you had captured her attention was well. Though she never made the move to look behind her at you.

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Your day dreams were interrupted by the bell. Standing, you grabbed your things and glanced up to look at Regina again. The blonde's head had turned away the moment you looked at her... had she been staring at you? Shaking your head, you painted that as just another day dream; making your way out of the classroom and onto the next.

The rest of the morning was pretty boring. Though, overhearing some whispers you came to learn the pretty girl you had seen as Regina George. The most popular (and meanest) girl in school. You didn't see Regina again that morning. Part of you was glad for it. If she really was as mean as people were saying- you didn't want to think about what she would do to you if she ever learned of your crush on her.

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The next few days were some of the most confusing days of Regina George's life. She'd find herself staring at you whenever you passed through the halls. She doesn't stare people. People stare at her. She's caught herself going out of her way to try and see you more. Leaving classes at specific times, hoping to run into you in the halls. Looking for you during lunch hour. Hanging out with Gretchen and Karen by where she found out your locker was, hoping to see you going to it between classes. Though she quickly learned you didn't use your locker all that often. Which did disappoint the blonde more than she would ever verbally admit.

It was getting so bad that Gretchen noticed it one day. She raised an eyebrow at Regina when she caught her staring off in the distance at something. Little did she know it was a someone. The four sat at their usual spot, Gretchen had been trying to get Regina's help with some new TikTok trend. When the blonde wasn't responding she looked up from her phone and at Regina. Confused when she seemed to be spacing out.

"Regina?" Gretchen spoke up, Regina simply ignored her. Her features quickly narrowing with frustration and anger as she looked at you.

You. Who was currently being bullied by a group of random jocks she didn't care enough about to name. Jocks that had taken your lunch tray and tossed it in the trash with malicious grins on their faces as they laughed. Regina felt herself snap and before she knew it, she was standing next to you. People had run to get away from her, fearing that they might get caught in Regina's crossfire.

"Hey!" Regina shouted, the jocks froze in place," Take the lunch out of the trash."

The jocks shared a look of confusion. Why was Regina George defending a nobody? What was so special about you? "What?" One asked.

"Take. it. out." Regina emphasized each word, her tone dangerous. You just stood there helplessly and watched as the blonde defended you. Even if it wasn't you she was mad at, you couldn't help feeling intimidated; and turned on?

The jock who had thrown the food in the trash grimaced as he reached in and pulled it out, turning his head at the sight of the trashed food. Gross. Regina smirked.

"Eat it." Regina said. Her tone sounding even sharper, laced with authority. You understood now exactly why everyone was so intimidated by her. The jocks tensed, looking between each other like 'is she for real'? "No, sorry? Did I stutter? I said eat it." The way she said sorry made it sound more like she was offended than apologetic. As if, did they seriously have the nerve to question her command?

Very hesitantly, the jock took a bite... then proceeded to throw up in the trashcan. Regina folded her arms, watching this happen with a smug expression.

"Go on, don't waste it." Regina couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Oh. my. God? Regina George was easily the most intimidating and hottest person you've ever laid your eyes on. You stood there, jaw dropped to the floor as you swallowed. Just... Christ. Respectfully.

The jock's hands gripped the side of the trashcan until his knuckles were white; he silently shook his head, face paler than a ghost with green hints. Looking like he might just throw up again. The thrill Regina was getting from this was almost too much for her as a smirk tugged on her lips, eyes never leaving the jock. She took a picture to spread around social media later.

"No?" She questioned, taking a step forwards. His friend took a step back while the one Regina was focused on froze. A soft pink coloured his cheeks as embarrassment flooded through him, she was about to continue when you seemed to finally find your voice again.

Taking a step towards her. It was safe to speak up if you weren't the target? Right? "Regina, I think he gets it-"

She snapped her head towards you. You froze. Wrong. Maybe you weren't as safe as you thought. You couldn't read her expression at all. The silence felt loud, quickly interrupted by the sound of vomiting. Which made you grimace. Regina rolled her eyes but grabbed you by your wrist, her touch not as rough as you expected it to be. Her grip was... surprisingly soft? It sent shivers down your spine as she pulled you away and towards the plastics table. Gretchen, Karen and Cady had been watching the whole interaction. Sharing a look of confusion when Regina pulled you over.

"Regina. What are you doing? She can't sit with us-" Gretchen speaks up, Regina shoots her a glare that silenced the poor girl.

"Whatever I say goes. She sits with us." Regina stated, taking a seat and pulling you down next to her. Did you just join the plastics? According to Regina, yes. According to Gretchen, Karen and Cady... well, you weren't sure. Gretchen and Cady shared similar looks of shock and confusion, Karen had her usual stare.

"So like, what's your name?" Karen didn't know who you were. You weren't surprised, you didn't have any classes with her. you shared health/gym & French with Gretchen, Cady English, French & science, Regina math. So all three at least knew of you.

"Y/N," You offer Karen a shy smile. You weren't good with making friends, since coming to NorthShore you've been eating basically all your lunches in the bathroom to avoid people. That's where you'd been headed before the jocks noticed you.

Gretchen studied you before she sighed softly," Alright. Well, if you're going to be part of our group then you should know our rules."

"Rules?" You looked at Regina, who simply shrugged. You didn't know they had rules.

"Yes, but there isn't a lot." Gretchen informs you," Don't wear a tank top two days in a row- I see you've chosen today as one (you looked down at your tank top with a slight frown)- hair can only be worn as a ponytail one day a week, you can only wear sweats or tracks on Friday, you cannot buy a new shirt without asking us if it looks good on you, friends ex boyfriends are off limits (Cady suddenly blushed) and on Wednesdays we wear-"

"Pink!" Karen says suddenly, cutting off Gretchen who gives her a soft smile.

"Yes, pink." Gretchen nodded her head. i got the rules off a website.

"Right..." You weren't sure how to feel about the rules, you were damn sure you would forget one. Probably the sweats one. You had a lot of sweat pants. Though you didn't have enough time to think about them when Regina suddenly pushed her cheese fries towards you. Shocking Gretchen and Cady further. Gretchen more than Cady.

"Here. Your lunch was trashed. They're cold anyway, I was going to get more." Regina explained briefly, getting right to the point. You couldn't help but stare at her. Why was she being so nice to you? Well, nice might be laying it on too thickly. Her tone still had attitude to it. You were sure nice wasn't the right word to describe how the blonde was behaving, but you couldn't come up with a better one.

"Thank you.." You say, be it a little awkwardly. You didn't mind that they were cold. You were basically starving since your dumbass had missed breakfast that morning, being in such a rush to get to school. So, cold or not you were grateful for the fries as you began eating them. It was the best school food you've ever tasted. Your eyes immediately lit up and looked down at the food in front of you. You were sure that Regina George got special treatment when it came to cafeteria food. How she managed that, you didn't know. You could probably guess, though you didn't care enough to. Your mind just focused on the fries.

Regina gave you a soft smirk as she watched your reaction to the food, finding it adorable. Wait. No. Adorable? She stood from her spot," I'm getting more cheese fries."

With that, she left. Leaving you with the confused Gretchen and Cady... Karen you weren't sure about. She was just sort of vibing. Though she did strike a sudden conversation about Halloween with you, which was a week away (you joined the school year late).

The rest of the school day went rather normally. People stopped messing with you when news about you joining the plastics spread, your classes were uneventful. Though you sat with Cady during science. You two chatted, got to know each other a little better. You found out Cady was a new student from Kenya and Cady found out you used to live in Canada. She wondered what Regina would think of that, if she even knew what Canada was. You were even paired up as lab partners. Your project accidentally exploded, which was more your fault than Cady's. You laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of your neck.

"Sorry about that.. must've mixed it too much." You state, Cady smiles. She wasn't upset with you like you thought she might be; which led you to realize she was the nicest of the plastics. Someone you definitely wanted as your friend.

"You really are Canadian, aren't you?" There was only a bit of teasing in her tone, the rest of it was soft and kindhearted.

You couldn't help but laugh, genuinely this time.

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Soon enough, it was the end of the day. You were about to head for the bus when you heard Regina shout your name. You turned your head behind you and looked at her with confusion, she beckoned you towards her. You swallowed and listened, the bus leaving as you moved away from it. When you glanced back you groaned in frustration. Great, now you didn't have a way home.

"Hurry up, loser!" Regina shouted at you, you turned your attention to her again and picked your pace up. Reaching the four rather quickly. "Come on." The blonde took your wrist in that same soft grasp that made you smile as you followed her.

"Where we going?" You asked, Regina scoffed as if it were obvious.

"My place, duh." She stated.

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I'm realizing this will be a multi-part series because I'm too excited about it to not post it now. Super proud of how part one has ended up turning out. Part two will be found (here) and in masterlist once it's done! I haven't even started it though so it will take some time. Feel free to leave requests in the mean time and if you have something specific you'd like to see in part two lmk and i can probably fit it in!

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It's a blessing and it's a curse part 2

Regina George x reader

Slowly walking towards Cady's locker Janis and Damian pester Cady about Regina and the plastics. "So,what have you found out? Any secrets we can use to destroy Regina?" Janis asks excitedly honestly concerning Cady.

"I don't understand why you hate her so much, she honestly seems kind of sweet" Cady responds.

"Ha yeah sure Regina George the sweetest girl in Northshore. She's well known for her outstanding generosity and kindness." Janis says sarcastically.

"Yeah like Regina would ever be sweet, I don't even think she knows what that means" Damian adds on.

"You guys are way too harsh, I think she might just be misunderstood. Have you ever actually talked to her?" Cady asks as she stops next to her locker.

Damian shakes his head before saying "Yeah Janis and her used to-".

"That's not important! What's important is that Regina is a life ruiner," Janis cuts him off harshly.

"Okayyyy" Cady draws out before looking around seeing Regina walk past with the other plastics and then a bit behind them is Y/N with her headphones in. "Hey, Y/N!" Cady calls her over.

Looking around slowly Y/N sees Cady realising it was her that called her she walked towards them after sparing a brief glance back at Regina who briefly locked eyes with her in a silent conversation before turning back to Karen as if nothing happened. "Hi." Y/N said as she approached Cady.

"Hey girl" Damian greets shortly followed by Janis saying "I didn't know you two were friends."

A brief moment of silence as a small look of fear flashed across Cady's face rembering she wasn't supposed to mention that Y/N was with Regina. Luckily Y/N improvised and said "Oh yeah we actually live pretty close to each other. I met Cady when she first moved in.".

"Yeah!" Cady said a bit too enthusiastically before adding on " my mum made us introduce ourselves to some of pur neighbours when we first moved in." Janis slowly narrowed her eyes before shrugging seemingly believing the lie.

"Anyway what are you guys talking about?" Y/N asked as Cady started to shift through her locker.

"Just how annoying Regina is." Janis states casually causing Y/N to frown a bit.

"Oh stop looking like that we all know you're like in love with her but you really need to realise how much of a bitch she is." Janis says seeing Y/N's reaction.

"Hey I never said that!" Y/N tries to complain.

"Honey, you're always looking at her with a stupid lovestruck look on you're face." Damian says patting her on the shoulder.

Sighing Y/N just says "I literally have one class with you guys how do you even know that?".

"Because its painfully obvious." Janis responds. "I'm sorry but you do know that it'll never happen right?".

"Exactly, Janis is right. It will never happen but its okay because you wouldn't want to date someone as awful as Regina. You deserve way better." Damian agrees.

Cady continues to quietly sort out the books in the locker not really knowing whether Y/N would want her in the conversation or not.

Hearing her phone buzz Y/N looks down to it quickly before saying "I'm really sorry guys I gotta go rehearse. See you later." She then hurried off responding to Regina's message asking if Cady had said anything to Janis and Damian. While walking away she heard Damian telling Cady that she should wear the heels in her locker to impress Aaron.

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Walking into the cafeteria Cady sees the plastics at their usual table, Gretchen and Karen were happily discussing aomething with Regina chipping in every now and then but mainly looking down at her phone. "How are you guys?" Cady asks cheerily once she gets to the table.

"I'm bored. Let's do something fun! Oh we could go get icecream!" Karen says excitedly causing the other girls to chuckle a bit.

"Karen, we're at school." Gretchen says making Karen frown a bit. "It's ok though, you and me can go get icecream afterwards.".

"What about you Regina?" Cady asks.

"Hmm? Oh yeah I'm pretty good." Regina says after a moment

"That's just because you had a free period to do whatever you want in. Unlike us who had maths." Gretchen says with a sigh.

"Ooo lucky. What did you do?" Cady asks excitedly.

"I went to the theatre." Regina replies simply.

Cady smiles and says "Oh I didn't know you liked theatre."

"She doesn't that much. She does like a certain actor though." Gretchen says with a light smirk.

"Oooo who is it? Can I guess?" Karen asks excitedly who along with Cady looks over to Regina waiting for an answer.

Sighing Regina says "really guys?" Cady looks confused for a moment before looking around then leaning In whispering "wait do you mean Y/N?".

"Bingo." Regina says as Karen gasps seemingly shocked by the information she already knew.

"Cool. I saw her earlier." Cady responds with a small smile.

"I know" Regina replies.

After a small moment of thought Cady says "How? We're in school."

"I went to the theatre." Regina responds like it's obvious.

"Oh. Was no one else there?" Cady asks.

"Nope. No one goes to the theatre unless they're scheduled to be there." Regina says before adding on "exept Y/N of course. She likes to go there to rehearse."

"And you like to watch her rehearse." Gretchen adds on cheekily making Karen and Cady laugh Regina however just glares at Gretchen who shrugs and says "I'm not wrong." Cady finds it ironic how anyone else in the school would be running away scared from her but Gretchen and Karen just joke around with Regina.

"Hey" everyone turns to look at Aaron who had just walked up to the table everyone looks annoyed except cady who smiles brightly at him making Regina look at her in confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Regina asks harshly.

"I came here to ask if Cady took any notes in class earlier." At the mention of her name Cady smiles brightly before nodding and starting to rummage through her bag to grab her notebook. "So Regina, are you free tonight?" Aaron asks after taking a photo of Cady's notes.

"No, I'm not and even if I were I wouldn't spend my night with you." Regina responds with a sigh earning some ooos from Aaron's friends who had been listening in.

Not knowing what to say to Regina Aaron just turns to Cady and says "thanks for the notes." Before walking off leaving a dejected Cady with the plastics.

"You like him." Regina says plainly as Gretchen and Karen nod.

"What no I don't!" She says defensively earning a look of disappointment from Regina. "Okay yeah fine, I do." Cady says quietly.

"There you go. There's no need to lie about it." Regina says with a smile.

"But he clearly likes you! I mean he just asked you out." Cady says solemnly.

"Who doesn't? He's just a dumb boy, he doesn't really like me he just thinks I'm hot." Regina says clearly fed up. "If you actually talk to him he'll love you for you're personality I stead of just liking me for ny looks."

Cady shrugs so Regina continues "come on Cady,just talk to him. It would be good for both of us,you would get to date him and I'd have him off my back."

"I'll think about it."

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A/N: here it finally is, sorry for the super long wait I've been really busy lately. I know there's not really any Regina and R interaction this chapter but I promise it's coming I'm just trying to build the story for now because I have some really cool ideas for later.

Also I'm gunna be honest don't know how to link the previous chapter with words instead of the full link but if you go onto the it's a blessing and it's a curse tag it should come up:)

Anyway hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged in the next part:)

Taglist: @l1lass

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Janis's Ending

Janis's part two ending to It's a Competition.

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: descriptions of making out

Cady Heron wasn't the best at holding in information as she sat next to (Y/n) in their English class. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher instructed them to start on their writing assignment, but Cady couldn't focus on the work in front of her. This was something (Y/n) quickly came to realize as their desk began to shake with every bounce of Cady's knee. "What's wrong, Cady? You're making my 'r' turn into an 'm.'" (Y/n) said, placing a hand on Cady's shoulder to hopefully provide some aid in calming her down. However, Cady almost became more tense under (Y/n)'s touch.

"I need to know who you have a crush on." Cady blurted out, causing (Y/n)'s eyes to widen as she eyed Cady suspiciously. She sat there in silence, slowly retrieving her hand from her shoulder as she processed Cady's blunt request. "Okay, I know I kind of blurted that out, but I've been struggling to keep my thoughts on a few things to myself, but if you tell me who you like, I can focus better. Of course, I know that's personal and something you probably don't want to share, so don't feel forced."

(Y/n) bit her lip to hide her snicker over Cady's rambling as she cleared her throat in order to catch Cady's attention. She gave herself a moment under the strawberry blonde's watchful gaze as she considered the possibilities that might occur if she told the person she liked her feelings. "Okay, but don't laugh… I know that she'll never like me back." (Y/n) sucked in a breath as she looked around to make sure no one else was listening. Unlike Gretchen, she trusted Cady with a secret like this. "I like Janis. Which, I know, is crazy. She's so cool and always has an opinion on everything. I really admire how outspoken she is." (Y/n) sighed, resting her cheek on her fist.

Cady took a moment to let the information sink in as she examined (Y/n)'s face gently. She had never heard (Y/n) get so vulnerable with anyone before. A slow smile snuck up on her face as she nudged (Y/n) gently. "I think you're amazing and Janis would be lucky to have you in her life." She said softly, watching a small smile tug at the corner of (Y/n)'s lips. There was a brief moment of realization that Regina was sure to go into a frenzy, but Cady stuffed that fear away. "Maybe you could just talk to her. I know it sounds scary, but Janis appreciates bold people. Why not be bold?" She questioned as her eyebrows wiggled playfully.

(Y/n) tapped her knees gently as she looked over at Cady in thought. "I don't know," she hummed softly, glancing out the window for a moment. "I mean, Janis does seem like the person to like bold people, but I don't know if I'm bold enough to tell her how I feel. Very cowardly, I know." (Y/n) sighed softly, looking down at her paper that barely held anything on it. She was now too distracted to work on the prompt given to them by the teacher. Normally, she was good at writing prompts, but right now, with Janis on her mind, it was safe to say she wasn't sure how to proceed with her paper on 'What Does Love Mean To You?'

Cady knew it wasn't her place to tell Janis, but she did accidentally let it slide to Damian after English class when they were heading to meet with their resident artist.

"She what? Tell me exactly what she told you, Cady." Janis had her hands on Cady's shoulders as she looked deeply into her blue eyes. She was searching for any hint of a lie on the girl's features. She didn't want to find a lie, of course, but that's what she felt like she would find. "You have to tell me now, Cady. You didn't think Damian would just keep this information from me, did you? He's literally my best friend and the biggest gossip we know."

Janis was right, but Cady couldn't help but narrow her eyes at Damian briefly, even as he held his hands up as if to say he was innocent. Which he wasn't. "Fine, just loosen your grip on my shoulders." Cady winced as Janis sent a sheepish, apologetic grin and let go of her shoulders, offering them both a small rub when she did. "Thank you… She said she likes you and admires how you're outspoken. Speaking of outspoken, I think you should just talk to her. I was your middle man, I gave you the information, now it's your turn." Cady told Janis, crossing her arms gently as she looked over to where Regina, Gretchen, and Karen were waiting for her. "I have to go now." She said timidly as she walked off to meet with the Plastics.

"She's right," Damian spoke up with his signature smirk. Janis knew that Cady was right, too. She now just needed to figure out how she was going to ask (Y/n) out officially. That's when an idea began to formulate in her mind. Texting (Y/n) to meet her in the park, Janis decided she would ask (Y/n) out while teaching her how to skateboard. This was something she promised to do a couple of months back but hadn't had the chance to.

When the time came around, Janis smiled as she stood up from the picnic bench when she saw (Y/n). "Hey, stranger," she greeted as she held out a board for (Y/n). For a moment, (Y/n) looked confused before realizing what was going on. Janis watched a giant smile break out of (Y/n)'s face as she placed the skateboard down, trying to get on it. Janis helped her, taking her hands softly. "I remembered you wanted to learn, and I finally got the chance to teach you. You're going to want to kick gently. Lean forward to go left and lean backward to go right. We'll go slow." Janis said as (Y/n0's fingers laced between her own.

"Am I doing it right?" (Y/n) asked as she began to kick off, her knees wobbling as she tried to maintain her balance. Janis quickly stabilized her, causing her to grow confident as her knees stopped wobbling as much. "So, lean this way for left… and this way for right." (Y/n) tested it, the board slipping from under her. A small yelp escaped her lips as her eyes squeezed together, however; the fall she expected never came. Instead, she was carefully wrapped in Janis's arms.

Janis smiled down at her as she processed that she was no longer falling. She tried to thank Janis but nothing left her lips. Instead of her crashing and burning, her lips came crashing onto Janis's, who quickly reciprocated the kiss. Janis kept her in a solid grip as they kissed, (Y/n) gaining more of her balance as she wrapped her arms around Janis's neck. "I've been waiting a long time to do that," Janis said with a cheeky smile playing on her face.

"Me too," (Y/n) whispered a bit breathlessly. "We don't have to stop though." She added and the two reconnected once more.

By the end of the night, Janis had sent Damian and Cady a text that said 'Guess who has a girlfriend bitches?' The competition was won by Janis, not that she cared about it. She only cared that sitting right beside her, telling her about a new movie she saw in theaters, was her girlfriend.

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"In the embrace of dawn"|| Enzo Vogrincic x fem! Reader

A/N: Hi my lovelies! So this is a second part to "In the heat of the night" which you can read Here inspired from a message by my lovely @cyliarys-starlight who said I could not end it that way, so here we go.

TW: Brief description of domestic violence, mention of alcohol consumption, a bit of sex talk.

Please if you or someone you know is victim of domestic violence, reach out to the authorities.

Word Count: 2.3 k

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Enzo woke up slightly when he felt the body heat lacking from him and stretched trying to get his senses back awake as he looked around the hotel room, thinking maybe she was in the bathroom, or even had stepped out to get something to eat; so he frowned in confusion when he saw the note laying  on the bedside table as he read through it a couple times; still trying to make sense of it “This was good, far too good for our own benefit, but it was just in the heat of the night, you’re better off without me, believe me, I know it. Take care, have a great life, xoxo Y/N (your blue diamond)”- what could she have meant with him being better off without her, Enzo couldn’t wrap his head around it, of course, they had known eachother for just a hot minute, he couldn’t say he was in love, and he knew Y/N was guarded and hiding something  he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but he did know something, and that was that for once, when the tall guy was with her, he felt normal again, he felt warm, he felt like someone cared about Enzo, not actor Enzo.

He tossed and turned for a while on the bed before grabbing his phone to check the time, 6 am; he checked his schedule, he had just a few scenes to shoot today, he would go over to talk to Y/N right after, he didn’t care, he didn’t agree with the brunette on what she had said on her stupid note. He could take whatever she had to throw his way. He got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom reluctantly, not really wanting to wash away the night before, or her intoxicating scent from him, but knowing he needed to get ready for work. Once he was ready he made his way downstairs and to the cafe across the street to get some fuel in him before heading to the studio. The memories and images of last night still replaying on his brain in a merciless loop, the way Y/N’s lips tasted; how soft her warm skin felt underneath his; the way her breath hitched in the back of her throat when he kissed that specific spot on her neck or her inner thigh; he swore he could listen to the small woman breath out his name a million times and would never get tired of it.

Sure enough, three stupid scenes took up most of his day, his head already at the Velvet Lounge, or at the bar they had gone afterwards, even worse, his mind kept going back to his hotel room and he couldn’t think straight, he could still taste Y/N on his tongue, and he was more determined than ever. When Enzo could finally get rid of work, he made his way to the club, making sure to stop by a flower shop on the way, he had seen the tattoo of what seemed a Jasmin flower on Y/N’s lower back at some point and he got a small bouquet. He got off the Uber a block or so away and made his way to the alley, his hands shaking softly and his breath a little heavier than he would have thought it would be, he fixed his hair and clothes before knocking on the side door. He really thought he hadn’t done anything wrong  to make her leave and that she  wouldn’t have spoke to her friends about him in a bad way; his mind was spiraling so he was a little surprised when a slightly older redhead woman opened the door. “Yes? How can I help you handsome?” Cady eyed the man standing in front of her up and down, and it slowly dawned on her, this was the guy she had seen Y/N talking to a few times.

“Is urm…Y/N…Blue Diamond in? I need to talk to her, would you please tell her Enzo is here?” he smiled softly, bouquet in hand. Cady gave him another full look before humming softly and disappearing back into the building. “Y/N Honey!” she called out “There’s quite a hunk of a young man standing outside the door saying he wants to talk to you…Enzo he said his name was”. Y/N’s head snapped up from her journal so fast she got dizzy, the color completely drained from her face “oh…not welcomed? I can go back out and tell him to get lost” Cady pointed back over her shoulder, always protective of the younger woman.

Y/N sighed getting up and shook her head “no, thanks mama, not necessary, he’s not bad, on the contrary, he’s too good” she took a quick look at herself in the mirror, her gray sweats and oversized hoody covering her body-she had asked for the day off today, alleging she didn’t feel all that good-, she pulled her arms around her and walked out to meet him taking a deep breath before opening the door. Y/N was determined to just usher him away as soon as she opened the door; but the sight of the tall, handsome, caring guy standing outside clearly nervous as hell, with a bouquet of jasmins in hand and a worried expression on his face made her halt to a stop. “Enzo….didn’t expect to see you here, not after I left at 4 am and left that note” she looked down at her own feet when he looked her way. Enzo cleared his throat and moved a bit closer making her look up at him again.

“First, these are for you” he said handing the bouquet over “I saw a jasmin tattoo on your back and I thought I might be on the right track” he rambled on as she took the flowers -a small tight smile as a reply- “I must admit, I was a bit surprised when I woke up to that note, please, please tell me it’s not something I did…I couldn’t forgive myself if I wronged you in any way” he kept looking at her, big puppy eyes, concern plastered on his look as he fidgeted with the ring on his finger “I just…I wanted to come over and tell you, I don’t know what you’re holding back, I have no idea what you’ve been through, and I know we’ve only known each other for a bit, I’m not pretending like I know all about you, nor demanding to… I would never force you to share something you’re not comfortable with..” Y/N looked up at him, her eyes sparkly, small smile pulling at the edges of her lips as he rambled on, he was quite endearing and adorable-added to how hot he is and how good he fucked me last night, I could get used to the rambling- she thought but let him continue “I just want you to know, that you’re more than enough, and there’s no way something like what we shared last night, isn’t the best thing ever….I would love to, if you let me, get to know every nook and crany of you, inside and out, know your brain, know your heart, and take the time to mend it back together, protect you from whatever…whomever you might be escaping and protecting yourself from”. As he said that she pulled him in by his coat standing on her tiptoes she kissed him softly, a new sensation running in that kiss, it wasn’t the need and want that it had the night before, it was calm, it was safe. 

Enzo was a bit surprised to be cut short from his well rehearsed speech by Y/N, not like he would complain about feeling her lips on his; hands naturally and easily falling to her waist pulling her in gently to him, needing to shield her from the outside world in every possible way. When they felt like they needed to breath before they passed out, they broke the kiss and Enzo rested his forehead against hers. “You are adorable, persistent, but adorable” she whispered. “You’re also right, there’s a lot about me you don’t know, a lot that I don’t know if and when I will be ready to let out…but as much as I wanted to pretend that I was okay leaving you behind, it tugged at every fiber of my being, this somehow in some crazy way, feels natural, feels good, and I like it”. A slow grin spread across the taller’s face as he placed another kiss on her lips.

“This might be a lot to ask for, and please don’t think it is because I don’t like you being here, but I would love to spend every second with you… getting to know you, would you please come stay with me?” she bit her lip and looked down shortly thinking about what he was asking of her, she closed her eyes and in the first act of trust she had shown in god knows how long, she nodded. “Please give me a few minutes go grab a bag of my things?” she looked up at him, she still felt terrified, and out of sorts in ways, but something about his presence, his warmth, made the weight on her shoulders get easier to bear; Enzo placed a chaste kiss on her lips and nodded. As Y/N walked into the building, she found Cady, Astrid, Michelle and even Andrew piled up on the other side eavesdropping and looked at them with a quizzical look. “Excuse you?” she said.

Astrid smiled and with her thick russian accent said “Whoever your prince in shining armor is, can’t he take me with him as well?” Y/N laughed and nudged her playfully going to pack a small bag. “You know that  whenever you want to, you have a place and a job here sweetie” Andrew said and she looked back at them “it’s not like I’m leaving for good, I’ll just go for a few days and be back, I still need to work” she said her goodbyes and walked back out the door where Enzo awaited, he wrapped his arm around her waist protectively and walked back to the hotel.

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A month or so had gone by, and the familiarity between them made Y/N feel safer than ever, like she could tackle whatever came her way, she also knew that filming was almost over for him, and soon he would leave the city. As she got some snacks for them, while Enzo waited on the couch she took a deep breath, she finally thought she could tell him her story. Deep in thought she made her way to the couch sitting down. Enzo looked up from his phone “what’s troubling you babe?” he said in that soft mellowy voice of concern that Y/N had gotten to know quite well in this time together; she nodded softly sitting down.

“Remember how you told me you would never force me to share my story?” she said barely above a whisper, Enzo put his phone down giving Y/N his undivided attention now- everything else could wait, the world could wait- and nodded; “well….I think that….if this is to be anything more than a passing fling to end when you leave New York in 2 more weeks…you deserve to know” he frowned at all the beating around the bush, but he let her, whatever she was getting ready to say had to be really important and he laid his hand on her knee in a protective way to encourage her. The petite woman took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on a loose string on her cardigan and started talking. “When we first met, I had just started working at the Velvet Lounge….I got there, because I got to New York with nowhere to go, anyone to turn to, I am….I’m originally from a small town in the state of Missouri, called Rocheport, and… I had just left, nothing on my back but the clothes I was wearing and a backpack, I urm…I’m married…my husband…his name is Luke, and one night, he…he got drunk, as he usually did but that night he got mad, and he…he…” she bit her lower lip, feeling some tears running down her face she quickly wiped at before going on “he laid a hand on me, so as soon as he passed out from the booze, I left, enough money for the bus ticket out of there on the first bus I found and I ended up here, so I… I just felt like I couldn’t trust…anyone really” she tentatively looked up from her lap to find an Enzo she had never seen before, jaw tight with tension, dark eyes, but not the dark she was used to see when they had sex, no, this was different, he hadn’t realized his hands were in fists. “please don’t look at me differently”she whispered.

He looked at her his gaze softening when he heard her say that “oh baby, I could never” he whispered bringing her close to his chest. “I just wish I could have protected you from that son of a bitch, I want to protect you every day of my life, as long as we’re together, nothing’s ever gonna harm you again, and that bastard better pray I don’t ever cross paths with him because I will not care, I will kill him; I swear I will kill him.” Y/N held onto him face buried in his chest feeling it raise and fall rapidly from his breath “Thank you for letting me into your world” he whispered in her ear “I’ll make it my life’s work to make yours better if you let me” she looked up at him, eyes glossy with tears and he leaned down cupping her cheeks as he kissed her deeply, in a way that let her know that no harm could ever get to her ever again, not as long as he was beside her, not as long as they were together.

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[babiebom]

Stardew Bachelor/ette’s as Mean Girls (2024) characters

A/N: i recently watched the new mean girls musical movie and it wasn’t as bad as people were saying it was. Like the singing and the songs were good, the cast fit their characters(except for Aaron’s actor sorry I feel like they could’ve gotten someone hotter but I do understand where Cady was coming from like he’s cute enough that if you’re in high school and in the same class as him at least one person would have a crush on him.) so like I do with everything I consume let’s stardew-ify it!!

Tw:mentions of bullying, cursing, sex, drugs, lmk if there’s something I missed!!

Bc: at least 4 for each

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Shane

Principal Duvall

Is tired of this shit

And teenage girls lowkey frighten him

Would yell and get everyone’s attention in the hallway bc I think he has the lungs

Would leave it to Leah to take over the assembly lmao

“Tell everyone you’re not a drug pusher PLEASE”

Elliott

Damian

While Elliott and Abigail aren’t really friends

He has the flamboyancy I feel to fit this character

Also it’s canon that all characters are bi so it’s okay for him to be in this role

Would probably have all the tea and would be as dramatic as Damian

“She doesn’t even go here?????”

He just seems bestie type

Alex

Aaron Samuels(is that his last name?)

I think this is as obvious as who Regina is.

I don’t think he’s as smart as Aaron is, BUT is popular enough to make Haley want to have some claim over him.

And is cute enough that new girls will immediately have a crush on him

Would actually be crushed if he got cheated on

Harvey

Kevin

The guy on the mathlete team or whatever it was called

Mostly because he’s smart and I do think he would’ve been in some nerdy ass club as a kid

Also at high school college point I do think he would’ve gone through a slightly edgy phase of being a nerd that talks about getting bitches all the time

Would want Maru on the team

Leah

Ms.Norbury

Because I think it’s funny

Like out of all of them Leah would be the one to be called a drug pusher

Like I personally think she smokes weed or eats like weed salads or something

And personally I think she’s above all of the drama of mean girls

Would gather everyone and be like WTF is wrong with y’all we are better than this.

Emily

Karen

Now don’t get me wrong Emily isn’t as dumb as Karen at all

BUT they both have this daydream-y airheadedness about them

And I don’t mean airhead as in stupid either, just more….in outer space than other people if you know what I mean

Like always in their own head

Don’t care about what others think to an extent

If you think about it she fits kinda

Somehow finds herself in the drama even though she’s just been daydreaming this entire time

Maru

Cady Herron

Listen I don’t think Maru would have the balls to do what Cady did

But they both are insanely smart and I can see Maru falling in love with any boy in her class that gives her attention

Would tell someone they aren’t as smart as they thought they were while drunk

She is in calculust yall

Penny

Gretchen Wieners

In the movie Gretchen is very insecure and just wants to be the best friend she can be even if it’s by helping Regina bully others

And at some point turns on Regina because she’s had enough

And is quiet enough to be overlooked as the pretty friend of the popular one

Meek and accepting like Gretchen is

Literally just wants to fit in

Abigail

Janis

I went between her and Leah for this but I think Abigail fits this role more

I think it’s more about style Janis always has a punk rock look about her and Abigail is emo/goth/punk

And while she isn’t autistic I think she is more likely to be called a pyro-Les than Leah is.

Abigail is just the right amount of unhinged to be Janis

Haley

Regina George

Come on this was the most obvious thing about this list

Like actually blonde, gives off bully vibes

Would take over a school and is probably rich.

Would be an absolute bitch and be mean to people then throw a fit when it turns around on her.

Tell me who “world burn” and “introducing the plastics” fits more. I’ll wait.

Unfortunately there aren’t enough characters so Seb and Sam don’t get anyone to themselves but I think both have the energy to fit both Aaron and Damian. Like both are total cuties that anyone would have a crush on even though seb is intimidating and introverted. And both I feel like would have the sass and bestie vibes of Damian so both could be both oof

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[pandenewie]

19 - Not A Date (Definitely A Date)

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AN: FINALLY THIS CHAPTER IS OUT. Omg, writer's block sucks :((

“They're not answering.”

Y/n sighs, slipping their phone into their back pocket and turning back to Jay.

“Yeah, the guys aren't answering either.” Jay nods, his body leaning against the wall. The two stand outside the cinema, waiting for the rest of their friends to arrive. The movie should be starting any minute and there's still no sign of any of the others.

“Maybe they got stuck in traffic?” Y/n suggests. Jay only scoffs at the suggestion. “It's 2pm on a Tuesday - what traffic?” He asks, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “I don't know, I'm just trying to think of reasons.”

Sighing, Jay pushes himself off the wall and starts walking towards the cinema entrance. “What are you doing?” Y/n asks, curiously. “I don't know about you but I'm not gonna waste free tickets.” He looks over his shoulder, smirking. “Now are you coming or not?”

That's how Y/n found themself sitting beside Jay in the cinema to watch Mean Girls. They like to claim that they're only here because they really want to see this movie. It has absolutely nothing to do with Jay!

“Would now be a good time to say that I haven't seen the original?” Jay leans over. Y/n's eyes immediately widen as they turn to look at him with shock. “The original movie or the musical?” They ask. “Both.” Jay smiles. “You're insane.” Y/n laughs quietly, their eyes flicking to the screen as the ads begin playing. “Maybe this will inspire me to watch it.” Jay shrugs. “Usually people watch the originals before the new version… you know, so they can compare.” Y/n mumbles, taking a sip of their drink (that Jay paid for). Jay simply shrugs in response. “I prefer to go in blind - it’s more exciting when you don’t know what you’re in for.” He winks before turning his attention to the screen.

Y/n had expected Jay to lose interest fairly quickly. Sure, they didn’t know much about the guy - but based on what they gathered from the time they’d spent with him, they didn’t assume that Mean Girls would be his cup of tea. So, to say they were shocked when they turned to look at him during the movie, only to see his face fully focused on the screen, would be an understatement.

It was honestly funny - seeing his reactions to the plot. The small gasps he let out whenever Regina George did anything mean. The way he laughed along with the jokes. They swore they even saw him quietly bopping his head along to the numerous musical numbers.

He would ask questions, too. Occasionally leaning over the armrest to quietly whisper to Y/n so as not to disrupt others’ watching experience. 

Does Regina actually like Aaron or does she just not want Cady to date him?

Wait, so are the teacher and the principal dating?

Why is the maths competition and the spring fling on the same night? Wouldn’t the school plan around that?

Y/n tried to answer his questions to the fullest in order for Jay to better understand the plot. For some, they gave him short answers for context. Others, they giggled softly and told him to just keep watching. It was funny, how invested he seemed to be getting.

“So… what did you think of the movie?” Y/n asks, smiling at Jay as the two walk out of the theatre. “It was good… although there were a few parts that… caught me off guard.” He chuckles slightly, his steps quickening to catch up to Y/n’s speed. “Like what?” Y/n asks, intrigued. Jay pauses to think for a moment: “Like when she got hit by a bus.” Y/n snorts at his answer, mumbling under their breath “She could hit me with a bus.” Their words cause Jay to stop in his tracks, looking at Y/n with a mix of amusement and concern. “What?” Y/n asks, tilting their head in feigned innocence. Jay shakes his head with an awkward laugh before continuing his steps.

“Is the original similar?” He asks when the two pause in the elevator. He pushes the button for the bottom floor of the parking garage before turning his attention back to Y/n. “In some ways…” Y/n hums, nodding, “The plot is the same, the original just isn’t a musical. Oh, and a lot of the jokes are different because… well, it was the early 2000s.”

“I see…” Jay mumbles, trailing slightly behind Y/n as the two walk through the parking garage. Y/n looks back at him for a moment, taking note of the way his eyes are focused on the ground. His eyebrows are scrunched together as if he’s in deep thought.

“Why? Did you want to watch the original?” Y/n asks. “I am kind of intrigued…” He trails off, “but I'd feel like a loser watching Mean Girls in my room by myself.” He adds, chuckling awkwardly. Y/n shrugs at his words. “Nothing wrong with a man enjoying Mean Girls.”

The two fall into silence as they continue walking to their cars. Y/n takes note of how Jay has walked past where he is parked, seemingly walking Y/n to their car. They can't help but smile at the act - whether it was intentional or not.

“I mean, we could always watch it together.” Y/n says, breaking the silence. It takes Jay a second to comprehend what they're saying, his eyes widening slightly as he looks up at Y/n. “Oh… I'd like that.” He smiles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Two days later, Jay finds himself standing at Y/n's front door, his fist hovering against the wood. He hesitates for only a second before knocking gently, tapping his foot restlessly as he waits for Y/n to answer.

He's not sure why he's so nervous. He's hung out with Y/n before. Hell, he's even been to their house before (that's if carrying Y/n to bed counts). So why does this time feel so different?

His thoughts are interrupted by the door slowly opening, revealing Y/n. They’re wearing comfy clothes - a simple hoodie and sweatpants. Jay can’t stop himself from smiling at how cozy they look.

“Hi, sorry, I fell asleep. I hope you weren’t waiting for me.” Y/n says, laughing awkwardly as they open the door further, giving Jay space to enter their apartment. “It’s fine - did I wake you up?” Jay asks, stepping into the apartment. “You did… but it’s good, I probably would’ve left you outside otherwise.” Y/n laughs.

Y/n leads Jay down the hall and into their living room. He takes a moment to look around, admiring the decor. “Your house is very… you.” Jay comments, causing Y/n to raise an eyebrow at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” They laugh. Jay’s eyes quickly widen at his mistake, raising his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean anything bad! It’s a compliment! You’re really stylish and stuff.” He stutters, attempting to save himself. Y/n’s lips turn upwards into a slight smirk, nodding simply at Jay’s explanation.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.” Y/n mumbles, gesturing towards the couch before walking further into their apartment. Jay hesitates for a moment, looking at the couch curiously before choosing a spot to sit - making sure to avoid the more sunken area of what he assumes is Y/n’s favourite spot.

A few moments later, Y/n walks back into the room, their arms overflowing with snacks and drinks. “I couldn’t remember what stuff you like so I just guessed - sorry if it’s wrong.” Y/n says, placing the food on the coffee table. Jay looks at them with wide eyes, shaking his head. “It’s fine, you didn’t have to get me anything.” He mumbles. “You think I’m going to invite you to my house for a movie night and not provide snacks? I’m not a monster, Jay.” Y/n laughs, sitting next to him on the couch. The way they immediately nestle into the cushions confirms Jay’s previous assumption - it must be their favourite spot.

Y/n reaches for the remote, pushing a few buttons before bringing up the movie. “I had to illegally download this for you. If someone hacks into my TV, it’s your fault.” Y/n says snarkily, causing Jay to chuckle. “I’ll buy you a new one if that happens.” Jay shrugs. “Ooh, rich boy.” Y/n laughs, reaching forward to grab a can of Coke and focusing their eyes on the screen.

The movie seems to go a lot quicker than Y/n remembers. Maybe it’s because they’ve seen it before, they know the plot, the jokes and when they’re coming. Before they know it, the ending credits begin to roll.

“So, what did you think?” Y/n asks, pausing the credits as they turn to look at Jay. Jay pauses for a moment, thinking of his review. “What do other people say?” He asks. “No, you have to have your own opinion!” Y/n complains, making him laugh slightly. “Okay, I liked the vibes of this one better, it felt more nostalgic. But I liked the music in the musical.” He admits. Y/n nods, smiling at him pleased. “I respect your opinion.”

“Are we gonna watch something else, then? You brought a lot of snacks.” Jay states, nodding towards the numerous bags of food on the coffee table. “We can. Did you wanna watch anything in particular?” Y/n asks, opening Netflix on the TV. They scroll for a while, both of them giving suggestions whenever they see something before settling on some random movie neither of them had seen.

It doesn’t take long for Jay to start falling asleep - the background noise from whatever movie they chose working as the perfect lullaby. Y/n’s attention is ripped away from the screen as the sound of gentle snoring escapes Jay’s mouth. The sight of Jay fast asleep, his eyes slightly open causes Y/n to burst into silent giggles - covering their mouth in an attempt to stop the sounds from escaping. They quickly reach for their phone, snapping a picture of Jay and setting it as his profile picture.

The sudden sound of their phone ringing causes Y/n to jump. They quickly answer the face time without even seeing who it is, looking at the screen confused when Keeho’s face appears.

“Hey, stupid whore.” Keeho mumbles, only to get shushed by Y/n. “I can’t talk, Jay’s asleep.” Y/n whispers harshly, hanging up the call before Keeho can say anything else. Their phone immediately begins blowing up with texts from Keeho - likely asking why the hell Y/n is with Jay and why is he asleep. Y/n sends a simple text that they’ll explain everything later before putting their phone on mute and throwing it onto the floor.

With the commotion now over, Y/n anxiously turns to Jay, expecting him to have woken up. They let out a sigh of relief when they see he only moved slightly, his eyes fluttering back shut as he continues to softly snore. Y/n takes special note of the way his face has fully relaxed, their eyes trailing over his nose bridge and lips, across his jaw and back up to his eyes. They’ve never looked at Jay this closely before.

“You watching me sleep now?” Jay asks, his voice slightly mumbled. Y/n’s eyes widen as Jay’s flutter open, looking at Y/n intently. “Didn’t you get mad at me for doing that?” He continues. Jay raises an eyebrow at Y/n, looking at them with soft eyes. “I was just…” Y/n trails off, losing track of their sentence as they feel Jay’s fingers gently caress their shoulder. They hadn’t realised his arm was resting on the back of the couch - they must have leaned into it subconsciously.

“You were just… watching me sleep?” He asks, smiling as Y/n’s face blushes a deep red colour. “Shut up.” Y/n mumbles, looking away shyly. Jay chuckles, adjusting on his side to get a better look at Y/n, pulling back his arm and using it to prop his head up.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed.” Jay chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes. Y/n rolls their eyes at his comment, raising an eyebrow at him. “Quit flirting with me.” They grumble. “Who said I’m flirting with you? I’m just stating a fact.” He shrugs simply, although the teasing look on his face shows he is far less innocent than he’s letting on. “Sure, stating a fact.” Y/n rolls their eyes, leaning back into the couch, a small pang of disappointment in their chest when they no longer feel the presence of Jay’s arm securely behind them.

They turn their head to look at Jay, their eyes silently focusing on his face once again. They feel less embarrassed this time, something about Jay openly calling them cute makes it more understandable for them to be blatantly checking him out. “You look very pretty right now.” Y/n mumbles, almost with no thought. Their eyes zone in on the small scar across the bridge of his nose, bringing their index finger up to gently trace the mark. Jay’s cheeks seem to brighten with a pinkish tink but he doesn’t pull away. He instead watches Y/n with fondness in his eyes as they take in his features.

“Sorry… I don’t know why I did that.” Y/n giggles awkwardly, pulling their hand away from his face. Before they can fully pull away, Jay quickly grabs Y/n’s hand, holding it gently between their bodies. Y/n looks up at him, the sudden contact making them confused. “You don’t have to pull away.” Jay mumbles, his thumb gently caressing over Y/n’s knuckles. “I like having your attention on me.” He admits. “Oh.” Y/n mumbles, seeming to be in thought.

They suddenly adjust their posture so they’re sitting closer to Jay, keeping their intertwined hands resting softly on his lap as they reach forward with their other hand, beginning to gently trace his face again. They start at his eyebrows, outlining them before moving down the bridge of his nose (paying special attention to his scar once again) across his cheekbones and down his jaw before doing the whole thing again.

“I feel like I’m going to fall asleep again.” Jay whispers, his eyes fluttering shut as Y/n continues to gently run their finger across his skin. “You can,” Y/n hums simply. “I don’t mind.” Jay nods at their words, his head lulling to the side. Y/n continues to trace his face, easing him deeper and deeper into sleep.

Once they’re sure he’s in a deep slumber, the tracing slows down until coming to a full stop. Y/n rests their head on the back of the couch, looking at Jay’s sleeping figure with a small smile. There’s an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of their stomach, a certain giddiness from being this close to him. It’s something they haven’t experienced in a while and the longer they spend looking at Jay, the more and more this fluttery feeling is beginning to sound like a crush.

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[ashecampos]

Anyone but her 6

JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER

Warnings - swearing, mentions of anxiety. smut (my first time writing smut may I add), ptsd/past relationship trauma, y/n and Janis being idiots.

The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)

there will be more parts to this, make sure to reblog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies 🫶🏼

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3rd person pov <3

“It’s been two weeks and all we have been able to achieve is getting them to kiss multiple times” Damien looks at Cady and Tessa. The three have been trying and failing to get Janis and y/n together for nearly three weeks, they scheme and plot but nothing seems to stick. “Hey they have plans later, y/n is excited, this might be the night if you catch my drift” Tessa wiggles her eyebrows while nudging the boy. He makes a shocked face, leaning closer to the girl “girl spill, what plans do they have?” He smacks the girls knees repeatedly, desperate for answers. “Well I couldn’t get too much info, buttt, they are having a little ‘movie night at Janis’ house’ and y/n is panicking about what to wear” Tessa smirks knowing her best friend’s little quirks all too well. She pulls out her phone and hands it to Damien, the chat with y/n open with a multitude of messages from the girl panicking. Laughing, Damien starts typing telling y/n that the group will come over after school to help. Cady sits on her phone ignoring the chaos, replying to chats from the plastics. Cady stares at a chat from Regina about how Aaron is annoying her and how she ‘wishes she was just a lesbian’ and how she should just get with a girl and how Aaron would be so jealous of it.

The bell rings, interrupting their conversation, they all stand up from their spots under the old oak tree. Saying their goodbyes, they all go to their last few classes.

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This day has been one of the longest to ever exist. And it’s all because of her. I haven’t even told Damien or Cady yet, well that’s because I haven’t seen them yet today, I haven’t seen her today. Maybe she’s avoiding me, I doubt it though. Thankfully I have this class with all of them. One by one they all walk through the doors and get to their seats. Cady is first, followed by Tessa and Damien. My eyes linger on the door a second longer to see her walk through but to my surprise she isn’t here. My eyes shoot to Tessa looking for answers “where is y/n?” I turn to Tessa who is sat next to me. “track meet, did you forget? She told you this yesterday Janis” she looks at me like she could kill me for being so stupid. Shit her track meet. I was going to buy her flowers. Too late now I guess. “Oh yeah sorry” I say looking at my phone seeing a notification from y/n. I smile, grabbing everyone’s attention, Damien looks over my shoulder, him and Tessa making kissing noises, I swat them away before opening it.

The photo shows a few people sat on the grass with a time stamp on it, all of their backpack on the floor, Tessa looks over and speaks before the others can “they must’ve just finished, I wonder if they got to the next stage” she checks her phone and opens her text from y/n

Tessa stretches her arm over to show me what y/n sent to her, a photo of her, showing the ground with a little bit of text saying “home time” cute. I laugh a little. “God she’s cute” I blurt out before thinking against saying it, my hand quickly covers my mouth as a blush creeps its way to my cheeks. All three of them stop what they are doing to look at me. Silence. Damien and Tessa look at each other smirking, Damien opens his mouth to say something but before he can the teacher walks in, thank god for that.

The class goes by unbearably slow, I sit staring at the wall for the better part of the hour, praying what I said wouldn’t be brought up. Tessa and Damien kept sharing knowing looks with shit eating grins. Looking up at the clock I acknowledge that there is only 15 minutes left. I quickly go back to staring at the wall. That is until my thoughts are interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. I grab my phone and open the notification seeing it’s y/n again. I open the chat and smile a little “hey pretty girl, can’t wait for tonight” I save the chat and reply “can’t wait, dress comfy” I turn my phone off and wait for class to end, my mind drifting back to her.

Once class ends, we all leave and stand outside of the school, Cady waiting for Regina to pick her up, me and Damien waiting on a bus, Tessa waiting for. I actually don’t know what she’s waiting for, normally y/n drives her. As if on que a bus pulls up, not mine and Damien’s but the school bus. And out comes the track and field team. Oh that’s why we were waiting here. Out walks y/n after everyone else. She says her goodbyes and congratulations to her team mates before jogging over. Time freezes in the time it takes for her to run over. She is clad in grey Nike shorts and an oversized hoodie, the schools logo on the front reading ‘north shore lions’ I smile a little at her before snapping myself out of my daydream. She jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, a massive smile on her face. I pull her away a little to look at her properly “hey pretty lady” I say placing my hands around the back of her thighs to keep her up and as close to me as possible. She smiles down at me “we won” she says before hugging me closer “we won” she repeats as if to convince herself that this is real.

I put her down much to my dismay, and we all walk to the bus stop so we can all catch the bus. Tessa pouts at the fact y/n didn’t bring her car because she was busy being sporty instead of being at school. Y/n just laughs at her, reminding her that she does the same when it comes to rugby, which shuts the other girl up. We all continue our conversation on the bus, we reach my stop quickly and I decide to be bold, just as I stand up, the bus stops and I lean down, kissing y/n on the cheek before saying “see you later” and getting off of the bus quicker than ever. Behind me I hear Damien and Tessa whisper shouting at the girl for freezing up. I get in the house, saying hi to my dad and running to my room.

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As soon as Janis gets off of the bus I let myself breathe. Tessa and Damien shouting at me for freezing up. It feels like my whole body deflates. I allow my shoulders to drop, my leg bopping up and down. But before they can notice it I place my backpack over my legs and look at them with a smile. “What the fuck am I meant to wear?” I say my voice raising a little, they both laugh before saying “girly” at the same time. I look at the both of them in disgust, making us all burst out in laughter. Tessa hits the button to let the driver know the next stop is ours, we all grab our bags and stand up, heading to the front of the bus. Once off we walk towards my house. Opening the door we are hit with the scent of brownies. My mom must be home. We enter the kitchen, my mom dancing in her apron, once she sees us her face lights up, she lets out a little shriek, coming over and hugging all of us one by one. We introduce Damien and she welcomes him with open arms. We talk and eat the brownies for around half an hour before she tells us to shoo. We run upstairs and throw our bags to the floor. I run and jump onto my bed “oh how I have missed you” I say dramatically making the other two laugh, they come over and sit down with me. Tessa looks over to me “go shower we will pick you a few outfits for tonight” she nudges my leg. I groan while getting myself up, I grab a towel from my closet and walk towards the door. “Please nothing too girly, my body can’t handle it” I say, Tessa grabs a pillow and reads herself to throw it. I quickly make my escape, shutting the door behind me.

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“Tessa she is not and I repeat NOT leaving this house in that” Damien points at a skirt and crop top combo that is more Tessa’s style than her friends “one she will quite literally freeze to death and two she would not be comfortable in that” he finishes before laying whag he’s picked on the bed. A Joan jett T-shirt with some black baggy jeans. Okay this is totally Y/N’s style but nooo, she’s having a date at Janis’ house for Christ sake” Tessa argues back and forth with the boy. “Okay how about we both grab a pair of pants and shirt then try style them together yeah?” He says, putting back the other clothes back where they found them.

Damien picks up a grey Chicago hoodie and a pair of plaid joggers. While Tessa picks a pair of green acid wash cargo pants and a cropped vest. They both look at what they have and Tessa snatches the hoodie, pointing at the boy “put the pants away this is perfect” she nearly screams as she places the outfit down “mh grab a pair of her airforces” she demands, the boy obliges grabbing some white ones to match the hoodie and vest, he brings them over placing them on the floor. They both stand there staring at the outfit they both picked before turning to eachother and high-fiving. Just then y/n walks in “aww look at you two, you didn’t murder eachother over an outfit” she says laughing, a towel wrapped around her body, her hair in a messy bun. “You’ll never guess who just walked in on me naked” y/n says looking embarrassed “what wait who” both Damien and Tessa say at the same time. “Regina, she came into the bathroom thinking Aaron was in the shower, she like just stood there staring at me before I shouted at her to leave” she says laughing “that’s messed up” Tessa says cringing at what her best friend had to go through.

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I have checked my phone at least twenty times in the past five minutes, Damien nor y/n has texted me. Which is weird. What’s even weirder is that Tessa has texted me. I open the message and see that she’s asking about what I have planned for the date, I reply telling her what my plan is and how I want to ask y/n to be my girlfriend, she takes a few seconds to reply, but eventually sends me a thumbs up emoji which I’ll take as a sign to be ahead with the plan.

Not even a minute later someone is knocking on the door, I run downstairs nearly tripping over air on the way, I open the door and look up to see her stood in my doorway, clad in cargos and a hoodie, she has a little eyeliner on, nothing else. I smile which makes her smile wider, taking the opportunity I grab her by the collar of her hoodie and pull her in for a hug. “Hey chica bonita” she says in a whisper, giving me major butterflies. I think for a second about what she even said before pulling away from the hug and slapping her shoulder playfully “hey Nuh huh no Spanish, you know im bad at it, what did you even say?” I blush a little which she laughs even harder at. She grabs my hand and I lead the way to the basement where I have laid out an impromptu cinema room, I have moved the sofas to make a makeshift bed with multiple pillows and blankets on it. She looks over, her eyes glistening, she’s smiling again, god I love to make her smile, it has to be one of the prettiest things in this universe.

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How did she even know I love movies. Oh wait Tessa, goddamit tessa. I look at the basement that has been converted into a cinema room, led lights brighten the room in a red haze, a projector screens Netflix on the wall, the couches are pushed together to make a bed, blankets and pillows thrown all over the makeshift bed. I look back at Janis and smile before tackling her to the couch in a hug “omg this is soo pretty j” I shriek. She holds onto my waist and makes sure I land on top of her so she takes the blunt of the fall, I look down at her and she is already staring at me, a smirk plastered on her face. We both slowly inch closer until we are inches away, she makes the first move, lifting up a little so we are kissing, kissing turns into making out, I don’t know about her but I could do this forever. That is until we both run out of air and have to pull away. Breathing heavily and faces red we both stare at each-other. We are both pulled out of our trances when her phone starts ringing, both of us groan before looking over at her phone, we see that it’s Cady so I get off of her and we both sit cuddled into each other as she answers the FaceTime. “Hi Kaddy” she says, her husky voice rings through the room and it’s all I can focus on. I lay my head on her chest as she talks to Cady, she plays with my hair until Cady says “wait are you with y/n right now?” I look up at her and roll my eyes, tonight is all we have been talking about to her this week. “Yeah wanna say hi?” Janis asks her, Cady must’ve said yes because the phone was then lowered so Cady could see my face. “Hey caids” I say smiling, the girl waves, saying hi, she takes a few seconds looking at her phone with a puzzled expression before blurting out “oh my god im totally ruining you guys’ date night aren’t I?” She covers her mouth “I meant movie night frick” she continues to stumble her words, I look up at Janis and laugh, she smiles at me and grabs the phone “yes Kaddy you are in fact disturbing our very important date night” Janis says sarcastically “wait omg you guys are finally da-“ Cady starts to talk but is interrupted by Janis “right we are gonna go now bye” she hangs up abruptly, blushing intensely because of what Cady nearly said before she interrupted. I draw stars onto her band T-shirt with my index finger as we sit in silence for what seems like forever until she randomly blurts out. “Teach me how to dance?” I look up at her with a puzzled expression before laughing. “Sorry, Tessa told me you are a really good dancer and I just thought it would be cool to learn, y’know in preparation for the spring fling dance” she rambles on and on about why she randomly asked to dance. I roll my eyes and stand up, she whines a little until I grab her hands and pull her up with me. “How do I work your very weird projector?” I lean against the sofa a little as she hands me a remote, I quickly open Spotify and play the first song that comes up. Which happened to be ‘Looking at me’ Sabrina Carpenter, I look back to her with a confused face and laugh “how very gay of you” I wheeze out making her step closer to me, trapping me between the sofa and her body. She grabs my waist and stares at me “teach me” she replies. I blush and take her being smaller as a chance to take control, moving so we are both stood in the middle of the room. I place her hands on my waist, moving mine so they are laid over her shoulders. “okay follow the beat” I say while swaying my hips to the rhythm. She tries to mimic my actions but fails, a groan escapes her lips and she places her head in the crook of my neck, admitting defeat. “I have two left feet” she mumbles. I allow myself a second to think before tapping my hands on her shoulders “turn around” I say while spinning her so her back is against my front “this okay?” I ask before putting my hands on her waist, she nods so I continue, I make her hips move with the beat, singing along with the song.

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⚠️ SMUT WARNING ⚠️

(THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING, I will put another one when it’s done so just skip until you see this emoji 😇)

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She places her small hands on my hips and starts moving them along with the beat of the song, not long after we are dancing, she is singing, never would I have thought dancing to a pop song would actually be fun until now. I turn on her arms and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, I look down at her lips for a brief moment, forgetting whatever we were doing. “Hey look your dancing” she says earning a smirk from me. I walk us back over to the sofa bed, pushing her down onto it, I follow after her, landing on top this time, the remote ends up falling off of the bed, turning the projector off, leaving the room a dark red colour. I look back down to stare at her, she’s looking at my lips, so I take the opportunity to kiss her again. She leans into the kiss, smiling into it before pulling away, using her teeth the drag my bottom lip with her. Oh my god I can’t with this girl. I open my eyes and clutch onto her hoodie “this off now” I say lowly. I lift her up so we are both sat looking at each other, she happily obliges and throws the hoodie off along with the vest under it, leaving her in a bra and her jeans. I let out a puff of air I didn’t know I was holding in. I have seen her in bikinis, sports bras but it always manages to take my breath away. Every goddam time.

I push her back down, my hands finding their way to her waist again, gripping onto her tighter than ever. I trail my hands up and down her torso, biting my lip before making eye contact with her. “This okay?” I ask wanting to make sure whag was about to happen is consensual and that the feelings I have aren’t just one sided. She nods slowly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks again. I make quick work of unclasping her bra before taking a second to saviour this moment. I then start aggressively kissing her with purpose, with one hand I play with the belt loop of her jeans, the other I slowly slide up until I am gently playing with her breast, I stroke my thumb over her hardened nipple earning a moan from her, I take this as a sign to go further, I trail wet kisses down from her lips to her jawline, then to her neck, I suck on parts of her neck, leaving multiple marks all over her, I quickly move to her collar bone leaving more until I am face to face with the waistline of her jeans, I look up again asking for permission before going ahead and throwing them to the floor with the rest of her clothes, her underwear then follows quickly being forgotten about.

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All of my clothes are long gone and on the floor, I am naked in my longtime crush’s basement.

She grips onto my thigh while her fingers. Her magical fingers are dipping in and out of my vagina at an ungodly rate, my breath shortens, my moans getting louder “j-Janis please im so close..fuck”I breathe out, my knuckles turning white with how hard I am gripping into the soft blanket on the sofa. She starts to use her tongue to circle my clit, drawing me closer to my climax, I try to clench my thighs together but she is quicker than me and pushes them apart again, she moves her face a little “cum for me pretty girl” she mumbles against my clit, the vibrations sending me over the edge.

….

😇SMUT OVER😇

….

She comes back up, kissing me while picking me up, thank god for there being a bathroom in the basement because if not mine and her relationship would be very obvious to her family. She carries me to the bathroom and sits me on the counter. Grabbing a damp towel and cleaning me up. She gives me a few more pecks before we go back to the sofa, she wraps me in a blanket and kisses my forehead. “Wait here yeah?” She says while running up the basement stairs and going somewhere else.

I rest my head one of the many pillows, getting comfortable. My eyes start to close, until I see her stood in front of me. I smile widely, she is holding a pair of dark green plaid pyjama bottoms and a smashing pumpkins band tee. I try to keep my eyes open as she gently gets me dressed into her clothes. That’s when I realise she is also in comfy clothes, I smile and wrap my arms around her. We end up wrapped in blankets and falling asleep with not a care in the world for anyone else but the two of us.

Heyyyyy lovers, if this part does not scream ‘A SINGLE LESBIAN WROTE THIS’ then I don’t know what does. I hope you enjoyed this, not too much obviously jk jk, see you in the next chapter😙

#reader insert #x y/n #meangirls2024 #janis imike x reader #janis imike #janis imi'ike #janis x y/n #janis x reader #janis mean girls #janis imi'ike x reader #auli'i cravalho #damien hubbard #anyone but her #smut #wlw smut #mean girls smut

[low-budget-korra]

Comments on Saltburn

- Couldn't have chosen a better film to start 2024. Saltburn is beautiful, hunting and weird. And those types of movies that it's been to go in blind

*spoilers ahead*

-I wasn't following the marketing campaign but people on the internet were treating this movie as a gay love story so I don't know if the movie was actually marketed that way or if it was the audience wish's but let me tell you that this is no love story.

-Felix is quite a nice guy, one of the biggest plot twists for me was Jacob Elordi playing a genuinely nice guy lmao. It is implied that Oliver wasn't the first poor dude Felix brought over Saltburn but I didn't see this is something bad or evil, Felix grew up in a highly privileged environment and yet he ain't a complete jerk but I rather believe that he just wanted to know people who in his eyes were free of wherever knots he think he had, people who are "normal" and have "real" struggles.

He really bonded with Oliver, even with his friends not sharing this friendly sentiment towards the outsider and was deeply hurt by Oliver's web of lies. His death or more likely the way it happened was a shocker to me but it made sense he was no longer friends with Oliver, he became an enemy and an obstacle to his truly desires.

-Farleigh was the only one able to see through Oliver bullshit, and that's why Oliver makes him get kicked out of the house. In the beginning you kind of hate him cuz you think he's being a jerk to Oliver just cuz he is poor. I think he may represent this type of rich people, the ones who can't stand poor people trying to be one of them. I wonder if he off himself too.

-Pamela and Venetia I would need another watch to understand their characters but in a first watch I interpreted as Pamela being their "clown", entertaining them and being replaced by Oliver, who just couldn't live with the idea of not being in Saltburn with the aristocrats and thinking that even if she was bullied, it's better to live there then live with the common folk.

Venetia I think is just the type of woman that just can't get out of her mother's shadows as she tries to be different, to be cool but fails. By the end she also is able to see through Oliver bullshit and I think that's why she died.

-Elspeth is amazing. She was so elegant, so classy...it was so sad that she never was really allowed to express the pain of losing her kids. The only time we see that was when she screamed in pain after founding Felix.

She wanted to keep Oliver around cuz Felix loved him and it was a way of keeping her son there.

-Lets talk about the Devil. I don't think he planned to do all of the murder, he planned to be with the 1% but not to murder them. It only happened after Felix found out the truth.

Oliver was obsessed with Felix, and the moment he drank his cum , he started to act more and more confident. It was like he was becoming more and more like them after that and sucking Venetia, literally a vampire, sucking them dry.

Like he said himself, he loved Felix , he wasn't in love with him. It's like when Cady Heron wanted to sabotage Regina George but still wanted Regina to like her and be with her. This love and hate duality.

I think the grave scene is when he realizes what his done. He lost his obsession, he could never consume Felix again but he damn hell tried. The sex scenes with Oliver are never about love, but it's about power.

He thought it was over until Elspeth invited him to continue to stay with them. He tried to match Venetia to reinforce his place there but she realizes what he really was and because of that he had to deal with her too.

His dreams of being in Saltburn were over until he saw Sir.James died. Now it's time to suck the life out of a broken and lonely Elspeth. And I was really scared when Oliver started to mount her like that, I was so afraid that he would assault her defenseless body I almost turned off the movie. That was the scariest and heaviest scene to me tbh

Now it's all his. It's better be alone and be the one of the 1% than being with the common folk.

Plus Duncan disliked him because he also saw who he really was from the very first time. And like all the staff, he left

#saltburn #elspeth catton #felix catton #oliver quick #venetia catton #farleigh catton #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #rosamund pike #comments on

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy Holiday weekend! Here are some replies…

Anonymous asked:

Have you read the Twisted Wonderland manga adaptation yet? I think you would really enjoy them

We haven’t and we don’t really plan to (since Yana Toboso didn’t work on them outside of some tidbits that we’re interested in, such as character’s younger versions design). But the artists for the manga did such a good job, that we really appreciate the art of it whenever we see someone posts it. The Tweels and Azul specifically look amazing.

Anonymous asked:

(with the jadesil asks but also just jade in general) mushrooms do look a bit like a certain... something, no? 🍆

They sure do. I wonder if Jade thinks about it… he certainly noticed it lol Especially considering that both of these things are kind of new to him…

“Oh, but don’t put the mushrooms anywhere please!^^”

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

So you ship CrewelTrein which is funny for me cause I honestly have a AU where Crewel is his out of wedlock child he didn't know about/headcanon as a father figure, so now with this ship being shown and lowkey agreeing with it despite my AU/thoughts now thought of Crewel being a student and being so frustrated by Trein he jerked it once and discovered he has a lot of daddy issues which includes a daddy kink but not him being called daddy or bottoming just Trein being "daddy" and he fucks him

lol I love how it turned into a “daddy issues/daddy kink” but WITH A TWIST

It could be funny if these two discovered they have a blood bond…but even if they don’t and Trein is just a father figure, it’s honestly even more funny, because having him as a father figure certainly didn’t stop Crewel from doing thing lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

OKay! BUT! Azul and Floyd walking in on Idia and Riddle either making out (with permission from their doms) or fucking each other with a double sided toy! (inspired by a comic I red of two subs making out before their doms showed up and boom fourway/double sided sex)

Alright, now I gotta know which one of these 4 saw this scenario in their head while they were asleep, because Idia and Riddle are probably the worst people for such a thing: not only they wouldn’t dare to do it by themselves, but to cooperate?? I wonder what would make them… well, ironically, Floyd could lol

(but the visual is like a classic hentai thing and would definitely leave Azul and Floyd kind of speechless lol)

dawnstar-33 asked:

I should be asleep rn but oh well Twst is more important...

Random thoughts I cant share with my friends (smh they wont watch playthroughs with me)

-Does that black streak in the tweels hair not annoy them? I'd be so mad about it especially as I have a similar haircut as the tweels 😭

-Twst x Mean girls!!! I can't remember where I saw it first, but now I can't unsee it! Vil as the one and only Regina George, Rook as Grechen and Cater as Karen! With Neige as Cady (World Burn is playing as I write this...)

-Not sure when I thought of this- Jamil and Kalim (either as a romantic or platonic attraction) with this one quote

"You're my soulmate, my life, but I'm not yours."

And that concludes my random thoughts at 3am 😭🫶

Twst really is more important than sleep lol I hope you sleep well though! And that your friend gives up and treats themselves by watching twst with you >:3

Here are my thoughts regarding your thoughts! Sorry for the late reply.

I think they’re very used to it lol Since they had to maneuver with it underwater ever since they were young… But I can picture Floyd accidentally catching it with his mouth and spitting in annoyance lol

LOVE Mean girls and the musical version is also great, HOWEVER! As someone who simps for both Vil and Regina, I don’t really think they’re similar. Vil has way too much dignity to do the “awww I love it how cute (I hate it it’s ugly)” thing, he’s usually just brutally honest lol And Regina is one messy bitch. Ironically, I feel like Azul fits the role better, despite not necessarily being a queen bee… I can definitely see Vil and Neige playing the roles of Regina and Cady though, it would be interesting. And infuriating for Vil, probably lol

Ohhh this is beautiful and sad. Yeah, Jamil and Kalim’s relationship with each other is quite asymmetrical on every level.

#replies

[ae-neon]

Feyre in mean girls era. Remember when Cady put the vases under the sink and her mom found it? Her mom like "who are you?" Sort of?. Cause her mom sorta work in that area?

Yeah, Feyre is this girl got called to join the popular girls and let the group dissed and bullied her own family because she thought they are right, they are cooler than her, the know better than her. And of course she want their validation. "We wear pink" sort of thing but make it 500 year old fae to bully young human girl sister.

Oh, feyre this kind if sister that ignore her sister if they ever dare to wave her hands at her in the hallway, or join in the cafe. Why? Cuz her group friends dont approve her sister

Yes anon so true!!

I do remember the scene and I need Feyre to also get a "who are you" moment!!

Feyre was never nice - in fact she's pretty brutal. She doesn't care about most people but as a whole book 1 Feyre put her family above strangers and put humans above Fae

Then she gets a taste of empathy in the Spring Court but she doesn't switch sides, she just learns to overcome some of her less kind thoughts

But ACOMAF?? Night Court Feyre is kinda a bitch?? I don't mean her sticking up for herself against Nesta but the way she thinks about other people in comparison to Rhysand and the IC?

Suddenly everything is a competition and she and them have to always come out on top. It results in Feyre's most cringe lines and moments, so much self righteous bs and just straight up arrogance.

And like I said on another post Feyre has to double down on her trauma to have "depth" to match the hundreds of years of trauma porn of Rhys and the IC so she doesn't stick out but sjm can't focus on Feyre's UtM trauma because Rhys is one of the main factors in that

So instead she digs down into the cabin years - victimizes herself and let's the IC pity and "defend" her

[Even though her and the IC need Nesta and Elain's help?? ]

Same with the Summer Court. Same with Spring. Fey/sand could have easily sat down and really talked it through with Tamlin and Tarquin and asked Helion to serve as a mediator and witness but nooooooo...

They're literally so fucking stupid - she was illiterate, got kidnapped to live with a mind controlling freak and then sends a letter 2 weeks later but doesn't understand why no one in Spring believes she's okay??? THINK

It's all about looking cool. That's why Elon is still doing the Mask™ at 500 years old (middle aged man btw - he's closest in age to Helion and Beron) even though he's the most powerful and has been ruling his own Court for more than 400 years since he was 30 years old. He'd rather go there and act like a tyrannical despot and have her act like a sex slave than negotiate or solve problems or run the government

It's all about looking cool and fitting in and that's why Feyre can't even be properly angry when her own subjects and "Family" disrespect her lmaoooo

Night Court is a joke.

SJM's mean girl mentality seeps into the characters she loves and turns them into hypocritical, woe is me, self centred morons

#acotar rant #anon asks #anti sjm #anti ic #anti rhysand #anti feyre #anti inner circle

[erikahenningsen]

hi! for Sometimes Mean Is What You Are, can I request a Cady/Regina angst where Regina has trouble trusting people after junior year? thx! love ur work!

Today is the day.

Today, Cady is going to tell Regina how she feels about her. No more excuses—she's going to do it.

Cady would be lying if she said she wasn't kind of terrified, but she feels like she's going to explode if she doesn't do it soon. Ever since she realizes she had feelings for Regina, she's barely been able to focus on anything else. Damian has called her out on more than one occasion for blatantly staring at Regina in the hallways or the cafeteria.

(She's already starting to go a little crazy, muttering "today is the day" to herself as she walks down the hall, not realizing it until Gretchen asks, "What's today?"

"Thursday," Karen helpfully supples.)

Cady basically invites herself over to Regina's house after school, wanting to be able to get the hell out of there if Regina punches her in the face or something. Not that she thinks that will happen, but it's always good to have an escape plan.

"I need to tell you something," Cady blurts the moment Regina's bedroom door is closed, before she can chicken out or throw up.

"Okay," Regina says, looking a little confused. She sits down on her bed and raises an eyebrow expectantly.

"I like you," Cady says, looking at a spot on the wall just over Regina's shoulder because that seems less scary. "Not as a friend. Well, I do like you as a friend, but also as more than a friend. Like, a lot. You're kind of all I can think about and it's kind of becoming a problem."

Cady chances a look at Regina. Regina looks blankly back at her.

"So... yeah," Cady finishes lamely. "I just... wanted to tell you."

Regina lets out a little scoff and rolls her eyes. "Right, okay."

Now Cady is confused. "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Uh, yeah," Regina says. "How stupid do you think I am?"

"What?" Cady asks, absolutely lost. Her stomach is starting to contract anxiously. "Regina, I just told you that I like you."

"And I don't believe you," Regina says coldly. "Nice try, but you can go now."

"I don't understand." Cady can't keep the desperation out of her tone. "Why would I make that up?"

Regina stands up, getting inches away from Cady's face. If she's trying to intimidate Cady, it's working.

"I thought we were done with the lies, but I see I was wrong," Regina says, eyes narrowing. "Really, this one's on me. Fool me once and all that. But I know better now, so you can get the fuck out of my house."

Regina's voice cracks, and she turns away from Cady, taking visibly deep breaths. Cady's chest physically hurts.

"No, Regina, please," Cady says. "I'm not lying. I swear. I'll go if you want me to go, but please believe me."

"Stop, okay?" Regina says, and she doesn't even sound angry. She just sounds... exhausted. She sits back down on her bed and drops her head into her hands. "I can't... this is too much. Not after I... for so long..."

For a moment, Cady considers cutting her losses and leaving. But... she's come this far.

"I like that you're never afraid to say what you think," Cady says. "And you're always making me laugh, even when I'm having a bad day. You're so protective of your friends, and you come to my mathletes competitions, even though you think they're boring. I like that you love to read, and I like that you read Shakespeare, even if you don't want anyone else to know you do."

Regina looks up at her, cautiously, her eyes red and watery.

"I love that we can hang out together and do nothing and still have fun, or talk for hours, and I love our bad movie marathons," Cady continues. "I still listen to the playlist you made for me when we first met. And you're the prettiest girl I've ever met. It's been really distracting."

Regina stares at her, and when she starts to smile, just a little, Cady's knees practically give out from the relief.

"And it's okay if you don't feel the same way, but please believe me. Okay?" Cady whispers.

"Okay," Regina says after a long moment.

And when Cady reaches out her hand, Regina takes it and squeezes.

#hurt a little bit of comfort? #cadina #mean girls #mean girls the musical #mean girls 2024 #ask #luxaii #prompts

[therosebunpost]

Disclaimer: If you want to use this idea, please do so! Feel free to tag me, because I’d love to see what you do with it!

I’m back on my movie AU bullshit again-

But a Mean Girls inspired AU with Steddie x a GN! Reader. Steve is Regina, Eddie is Janis and Reader is Cady. Mainly I want to take the plot idea of Eddie scheming with Reader to take down King Steve! However things quickly get messy when Reader starts to fall for the both of them, and they uncover older wounds between the two of them. Broken promises of staying together, and feelings left unexplored.

This could also be a Heathers AU, but I dunno, I can’t see Eddie being JD tbh. I feel like Janis fits him better. That, or the school thinks he’s a JD type but in actuality it’s someone else and Eddie’s just being framed for a bunch of bad shit. Which could in turn bring in the elements from the Upside Down. Steve, knowing Eddie isn’t capable of this kinda thing, begrudgingly joins in the plan to help clear his name, all the while their past is revealed to Reader.

I just feel like the Mean Girls dynamic of Regina and Janis could fit Steve and Eddie really well, so I figured I’d share this.

#thebunspeaks #thethornbush #rosepetaltrail #stranger things #steddie #steddie x reader #AU #mean girls au #heathers au #eddie x steve #steve harrington x reader #steve the hair harrington #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #steve x reader x eddie #gn!mc #gn!reader #eddie x gn!reader #Steve x gn!reader

[maybeimamuppet]

and all the devils are here (1/2)

hello everyone happy wednesday!! i hope you’re having a great one :) 

this is finally a request fill for an anon who asked for veronica coming to evanston after the events of heathers (which for plot reasons happened in her junior year instead of senior year). i’ve had this one for a while (like. more than a year oops) and i’m so glad it’s finally done and ready to be shared :)) and thank you to my beloved for helping me proofread it <33

but it is a dark one!! tw for

ptsd/general mental illness

flashbacks

mentioned self harm

death 

mentioned violence

abusive relationships 

divorce/child custody discussions 

and as always if i’ve missed anything please let me know so i can add it in !

enjoy!

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“Are you okay, mpendwa?” Cady asks worriedly, looking at her girlfriend’s pale face. Janis startles slightly, snapping out of her daze and back to their weekly coffee with Damian. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Cady frowns in concern and checks her forehead with a kiss. “You don’t have a fever.” 

“I’m okay, Cads,” Janis chuckles. “I’m not sick.” 

“But you’re acting weird,” Damian accuses, pointing his straw at her. “Spill.”

“It’s nothing,” Janis mumbles. 

“It’s clearly not nothing, love,” Cady says worriedly. “You can tell us.” 

“You sure?” Janis asks sheepishly. “It’s… kind of heavy, I don’t wanna bring the mood down, or whatever.” 

“Noooo, of course you can tell us,” Cady says, hugging Janis’ arm. Damian nods eagerly around his mouthful of latte. 

Janis takes a deep breath to prepare herself for their reaction. “Okay, um… I have a twin.” 

Damian does a genuine spit take, choking slightly before spitting his coffee on the ground. “You have a what?! And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I didn’t know! My mom only told me yesterday,” Janis replies. It’s silent for a long moment, the tension palpable. “Caddy?”

“Sorry,” Cady says, shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, like an Etch-A-Sketch. “But… what?” 

“I have an identical twin,” Janis explains quietly. “Our parents divorced when we were a year old. My dad took her and moved to Ohio, and my mom kept me.” 

“Oh my god, that’s why we were never allowed to watch The Parent Trap!” Damian gasps. “It all makes sense now!” 

“So… why did your mom tell you now?” Cady asks. “Surely it would be easier to keep this up if you two never knew about each other?” 

“She’s… um… she’s moving here,” Janis replies. Damian chokes again. “She went through… something, last year. My dad decided she needed a fresh start, and to be with Mama, I guess. So she’s moving here next week.” 

“Oh,” Cady says. “How do you feel about that?”

“I dunno,” Janis mumbles. “I only found out she existed yesterday, I haven’t really processed it yet.” 

Cady hums understandingly and nods. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” 

“Yeah, she’s just, like, another you. She’ll be awesome,” Damian replies. 

“Technically, I’m another her,” Janis chuckles. “She’s older.”

“By how much?” Damian asks. 

“Three minutes.” 

“Okay, that’s manageable,” Damian nods.

“What’s her name?” Cady asks gently. 

“Veronica,” Janis replies, leaning into her girlfriend for comfort. 

“The hell?” Damian scoffs. “What kind of twin names are those? Veronica and Janis aren’t similar at all.”

“Dame, we’re identical, I think it’s better to give us different names,” Janis chuckles. “And my real name is more similar.”

“Your what now?”

“My name is Victoria, Damdam,” Janis chuckles. “I decided I didn’t like it when I was little and started going by my middle name.” 

“You what?!” Damian splutters. “I’ve known you since we were three! How did I not know this?!” 

“You never asked,” Janis shrugs. “It’s not like it matters, I’m only Victoria on paper.” 

Damian cups his face in his hands and stares past his friends at absolutely nothing, looking as if everything he knows about the universe has shifted a bit. Janis turns to Cady. 

“Well, this has been… interesting,” Cady giggles. “Any other life changing secrets you want to let us in on now?” 

“Not at the moment,” Janis hums. Cady kisses her forehead. 

“Alright, well, if you think of something.” 

“You’ll be the first to know,” Janis agrees with a chuckle. “D, you good?” 

“He hasn’t blinked in two minutes.” 

—————

“Love, it’ll be fine,” Cady comforts as Janis is pacing around her bedroom. “You might not get along right away, sure, but you’re sisters. Twins, even. I’m sure she’ll be as wonderful as you are.” 

“What if she’s better than me?” Janis asks, pausing her pacing and turning to look at her girlfriend in worry. “What if you like her better?”

“Janis,” Cady sighs, reaching out for her. Janis plops into her lap and cuddles in with a whine. “I love you. Not her. Just because you’re identical twins doesn’t mean you’re the same person. You didn’t even grow up together. She probably acts different, she might look a little different, who knows. I only want you. I don’t even know her. I know you. I love you. You don’t have to worry about her being ‘better’. You’re great as you are, and I’m sure she is too. In different ways. And I only want this way. Your way. Okay?”

Janis nods, but doesn’t say anything. Damian returns then, armed with the snacks he’d been sent to fetch from their kitchen. “I’m back and I have food!” 

Janis anxiously rips into the package of Oreos and cracks one open, nibbling all the filling out of the middle in a spiral. 

“What happened?” Damian asks knowingly. 

“I’m about to meet someone who, in theory, looks and acts exactly like me,” Janis replies. “Surely you, of all people, understand why that’s terrifying?”

“Oh. Yeah, fair point,” Damian nods. “You’ll always be the better twin to us.” 

“Thanks,” Janis snorts. 

The doorbell rings. Janis tenses. 

“Now or never,” Cady says gently. “We’re right here.” 

Janis takes a deep breath and nods, padding slowly out of her room and down the stairs. Damian and Cady follow, but linger on the staircase to give them a bit of privacy. 

Janis walks in on her mom in tears, holding a blue form as tight as she possibly can and murmuring something Janis can’t make out. A short girl in a pink sweatshirt and an only slightly taller one dressed all in yellow stand by the door, looking about as awkward witnessing this as Damian and Cady do. 

“Victoria?” 

Janis whirls around when she hears it. She’s seen photos of her dad. He sent a card to her every birthday and every Christmas. And here he is. In the flesh. 

“Uh… hi,” she stutters quietly. “It’s Janis now.” 

“That’s what I wanted to name you in the first place,” her dad chortles. Janis tenses as she’s suddenly pulled into a hug so tight she can hardly breathe. She sinks into the embrace after barely a minute and hugs her father back. “God, you’re tall.” 

Janis laughs. Or maybe she’s crying, she can’t be quite sure. Probably both. 

Her dad pulls away and holds her face in his large, warm hands. “Let me get a good look at you.” 

Janis smiles a bit, still not totally sure what to make of the whole situation. 

“Cool hair,” her dad says thickly. 

“Thanks,” Janis chuckles, wiping her eyes with a sniffle. 

Her mother lets go of her sister at around the same time, and the two turn to face each other. Their jaws drop in exactly the same way. 

“Holy shit,” Cady whispers from the stairs. 

Janis and Veronica are almost exactly identical. 

They have the same face, though Janis’ is coated in her usual dark makeup, while Veronica doesn’t seem to have anything on beyond maybe a lip gloss. Their natural hair color is the same, but Veronica’s is in a barely tamed puff cropped to her shoulders, while Janis has her long blonde ends and just a slight wave caused by probable years of bleach damage. 

Their clothes are wildly different, too. Janis is in a pretty casual outfit; a black sweater, denim shorts and some footless fishnets. Veronica has on a blue short-sleeved sweatshirt and some plain dark jeans. 

But the most noticeable difference is how they carry themselves. 

They have exactly the same build, they’re the same height and everything down to maybe a centimeter at most. But while Janis stands tall, proud to fill the space she does, Veronica seems to be trying to make herself as small as possible. There’s something haunted in her eyes, something that isn’t there in Janis’ matching ones. Veronica looks like she’s trying to make herself totally invisible. Like if she hunches in on herself enough the world might just swallow her whole. 

“That’s my face,” Janis accuses unthinkingly. “I mean, uh…” 

“Hey,” Veronica greets gently. 

“Hey,” Janis echoes. “I’m Janis.” 

“Veronica,” her twin says. They can hear one of the girls that came with her smack her hand against her forehead as Veronica sheepishly reaches out a hand for Janis to shake. “Mac, shut up! I’m nervous!”

“She’s your twin, Ronnie! Hug her!” the girl in yellow huffs. 

“This works for me,” Janis shrugs instead. She takes her sister’s hand and gives it a solid shake before letting go. Veronica flinches slightly when she says that. What happened to her?

“Well, we’ll let you kids go get to know one another,” their father says kindly, shooing the lot of them up the stairs. Janis blinks at her mom for a moment, checking to make sure this is what she should do. Her mother nods and points to Cady and Damian. Janis sheepishly gestures for the rest of her crew to follow her upstairs. 

Veronica and her little posse look around almost in awe at Janis’ room. Doodles cover every square inch of wall (and ceiling, now that she’s run out of room), along with alien posters and photos of her favorite people. The color scheme is dark, but it’s still quite cozy. 

Cady pulls Janis into her lap on the bed and hooks her chin over her shoulder. Veronica and Yellow Girl sheepishly sit down at the foot of Janis’ bed, while Pink Girl stands aimlessly next to them. Damian flops on the ground and lies spread eagle, like he normally does. 

It’s silent for a few minutes before he finally pipes up. “Alright, fuck this. Hi, I’m Damian, Janis’ best friend and token homosexual. And I hate silence.” 

“Me too!” Yellow Girl exclaims. “Oh, I’m Heather. Ronnie’s girlfriend.” 

“I thought your name was Mac?” Cady says, tilting her head in confusion. 

“That’s a nickname,” Heather explains. “I’m not the only Heather we know. There are- were- three of us. So we go by our last names, most of the time. Mine’s McNamara, so… Mac.” 

“Oh,” Cady says with a nod. “Cool! I’m Cady. I’m Janis’ girlfriend.” 

Veronica raises an eyebrow at Janis. Janis mirrors her and says, “Lesbian.” 

“Bi,” Veronica hums. Janis gives an approving nod. 

“Her too.” 

“Nice!” Veronica cheers, giving Cady a fist bump. Cady laughs and reaches to tap their hands together. 

“What about you?” she asks, looking to Pink Girl. 

“Huh? Oh! I’m Martha. I’ve been Veronica’s best friend since we were babies,” Martha says. “Or since diapers, as she so eloquently likes to put it.” 

“We were two when we met, that’s not a baby! That’s a toddler,” Veronica defends. “But we were still in diapers.” 

“Whatever you say,” Martha chuckles. 

“I do say,” Veronica insists. 

“It makes sense to me,” Janis says with a laugh. Veronica’s eyes widen when she realizes they have the exact same laugh. Janis mirrors the expression. She doesn’t know why, since they’re identical twins, but she really wasn’t expecting them to be so similar. 

“You guys are really similar,” Mac says with a giggle. 

“We’re twins,” Janis and Veronica explain at the same time. Everyone laughs. 

“We should see if you guys have twin telepathy or something,” Cady says. 

“Oh, yeah!” Mac agrees eagerly. 

“Come on, let’s go get some stuff,” Cady says. She and Mac go rushing off to find… something, leaving the other four blinking at the door. 

“Should we be worried?” Veronica asks quietly. 

“I think our girlfriends are more similar than we are,” Janis responds. 

“At least they get along,” Veronica says, tilting her head in confusion. 

“Martha, do you like musicals?” Damian asks, making conversation in the best way he can while they wait for Cady and Mac to return. 

“I love musicals!” Martha says eagerly. “Especially the happy ones.” 

“Can you stay forever?” Damian asks longingly. “Janis never watches bootlegs with me.”

“We watched one this morning,” Janis says with a roll of her eyes. 

“To distract you from your nerves!” Damian retaliates. “If I want to watch one any other time I have to get Cady to do her eyes on you.” 

“Hey, that’s what I have to do with Mac to get Veronica to watch with me!” Martha giggles. “Man, you guys really are twins.”

“I like the gritty ones,” Veronica says. “And the ones based on books. Like Les Mis.” 

“That’s what we watched!” Damian says. Veronica turns to look at her sister. 

“You watched Les Misèrables to distract you from your nerves?” 

“Yeah,” Janis says like it’s obvious. “Caddy wanted to watch Frozen, so… lesser of two evils.” 

“Frozen is fantastic!” Damian says. 

“The Lion King is better,” Martha says. 

“Do not say that in front of Caddy,” Janis insists. “She makes us watch that at least once a week.”

“Mac always makes us watch Bring it On,”  Veronica chuckles affectionately. “Says it gives her ideas. She’s captain of the cheer squad.” 

“Caddy’s from Kenya,” Janis says as an explanation for Cady’s love of The Lion King. 

“Really?” Martha asks in shock. “That’s so cool!” 

“Yeah,” Janis says, feeling herself blush at the mere mention of her girlfriend. “My safari explorer. Mac’s thing is cool too.” 

“Thanks,” Veronica snorts. 

Mac and Cady return armed with armfuls of various things as Martha and Damian get into a deep discussion about The Princess Bride, already comfortable with each other enough to cuddle up sitting side by side on the ground. 

“Oh, I love The Princess Bride!”  Cady says when she hears what they’re talking about. She and Mac drop their armfuls of things on Janis’ bed. 

“We can never leave this place,” Martha says. “I found my people.” 

“What about us?” Veronica asks indignantly. 

“Yeah, you’re fine,” Martha responds. Veronica just rolls her eyes with a faint smile. 

“Everyone seems to be bonding except us, Janis,” she says. 

“We gotta do science!” Mac says. Veronica and Janis pull the same slightly frightened expression. 

“What are you gonna do to us?” Janis asks in concern. 

“It’ll be fun!” Cady says. 

“That’s what you said when you brought me to visitors’ day at your math camp,” Janis snorts. 

“Are you saying it wasn’t?” 

“Only because you let me sneak you away so we could make out in the woods,” Janis says. Cady humphs. Janis chuckles and says, “Do your worst.” 

“Damian, Martha, can you guys hold this up?” Mac asks, grabbing a large black sheet. 

“Sure,” Damian says, pausing their discussion. “Why?” 

“So they can’t see each other,” Cady explains. Damian takes one end and Martha takes the other, holding it up as a barrier between Janis and Veronica as they hesitantly take seats on the ground. 

“Okay, round one,” Mac says. “Think of… a color, and then when we count down you’ll say it at the same time.” 

“Why can’t we see each other, then?” Veronica asks. 

“That’s for later. And for the effect,” Mac explains. “Ready?” Both twins nod. “Three… two… one…”

“Blue,” Veronica says. 

“Purple,” Janis says at the same time. Cady and Mac both deflate a bit. 

“Okay, so you have different favorite colors,” Cady says. “That’s fine. Now think of a… a number.”

“Any number?” Janis asks. 

“Uh… between one and fifteen, we’ll say,” Cady says. The twins nod. “Three… two… one…”

“Eight,” they both say. Mac and Cady squeal happily and hug each other. 

“It worked!” Mac says. 

“Once, Mac,” Veronica chuckles. “You and Cady could probably do the same thing.” 

“So we’ll do it again!” Mac says eagerly. “Now think of any number. Any one at all.” 

“Okay,” Veronica chuckles. Mac gives them a countdown. “Nine hundred and thirty four.” 

Janis doesn’t think of one in time and barely manages to stutter, “Uh… six.”

“Janis isn’t the best with numbers,” Cady explains. 

“Hey!” 

“Name a holiday,” Cady says, changing the subject effortlessly. “Three… two… one…”

“Halloween,” they both say. Cady and Mac dance around again. 

“Now… now… uh…” 

“Cake flavor!” Mac blurts. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s good!” Cady says. She counts them down. 

Janis says, “Chocolate.”

Veronica says, “I don’t really like cake.” 

“Okay, this isn’t working,” Cady says. “Let’s do this.” 

She rests a few different snacks in front of each of them. A small tube of pringles, a pack of cookies, and some pretzels. 

“Pick one,” Mac says. They both observe their choices before making their pick. Martha and Damian move the sheet so they can see each other and reveal that they both chose the chips. “Yay!” 

She grabs the snacks from them to set up the next round. “Hey, wait, we don’t get to eat ‘em?” 

Cady rolls her eyes and hands the chips back. Janis and Veronica munch happily while some video games get rested in front of them. The boxes for Janis, and the actual disks for Veronica. Damian and Martha obediently hoist the sheet back up. They get a few seconds to make their choice before the sheet is dropped again. Mac and Cady cheer when they see they both chose Mario Kart. 

“They’re having more fun with this than us,” Veronica chuckles. 

“That’s why I’m still doing it,” Janis responds. 

“Such devoted girlfriends,” Damian says. 

“You’re a good sheet holder, Dame,” Janis says, looking up at him as her options are swapped out for the next round; candies. 

“Thank you! I’ve had lots of practice on the fly crew,” Damian says. He drops it again as they both make their choice. Cady and Mac make yet another ridiculous sound as they see they both chose Sour Patch Kids. 

“That’s three in a row,” Martha points out. Cady and Mac squeal again. “Why is this so fun for you?”

“Because it’s cool!” Cady and Mac say at the same time. 

“Maybe we should be doing this with you guys instead,” Janis chuckles. 

“Ooh, yeah,” Mac says. “We’ll go next. Okay, last round, ready?” 

“Sure,” the twins sigh at the same time. Much like the video games, some movies are rested in front of them. They pick their choice and the sheet is dropped for the final time. You’d think Mac and Cady just won the Superbowl with their own bare hands, the way they react to seeing they both picked a Barbie ballet movie from their childhoods. 

“This is fun,” Martha says happily. 

“But you’re just holding a sheet,” Mac giggles. 

“I’m just happy to be here, honestly,” Martha chuckles. “Your turn?” 

“Yeah!” Cady says. 

-

As it turns out, everyone has about the same success rate. Martha and Damian go a round after Cady and Mac. The girls are visibly trying to hide their disappointment at their very scientific experiments on the twins being disproven before their eyes. At least it was still a fun game. 

Veronica’s crew isn’t leaving until the next day, so they have the best sleepover ever. Making brownies with entirely too many people in the kitchen, playing video games way too late into the night, binge watching tons of movies and munching on ungodly amounts of snacks. 

Janis keeps looking at her twin. Veronica keeps looking back. She has to imagine they’re looking for the same thing. Themselves, in each other. Is that what I look like when I focus? When I laugh, when I smile, when I talk? Is that what I sound like? Is that what I walk like? 

Eventually, they all settle in various spots in Janis’ bedroom since Veronica’s isn’t quite… habitable, yet. Veronica and Mac snuggle up inside a sleeping bag, Cady joins Janis in her bed, and Martha and Damian, evidently feeling left out, snuggle together in their own sleeping bags like some strange caterpillar cuddle party. 

They stay up late talking and laughing and bonding, but eventually, they all fall asleep. 

—————

Unfortunately, Janis and Veronica’s father, Mac, and Martha do have to go home eventually. They came to see Veronica off and help her settle the slightest bit into her new home, but they have their own lives to get back to in Ohio. 

Janis does her best to hide it, but she’s honestly miffed about her dad having to leave so soon. This is the first time she’s gotten to see him in person since she was a year old, and she barely got a full night with him. 

He spends the morning with her, at least. Mac and Martha help Veronica unpack and start getting her room set up while Janis plays checkers with her dad and they watch a few movies together. 

After lunch, it’s time to say goodbye. It’s a long drive from Evanston to Sherwood, and they want to get back before dark. 

Cady and Damian already made sure everyone had each other’s phone numbers. Janis gives Mac and Martha quick hugs before she wraps herself as hard as she can around her dad. He murmurs comfort into her hair as he hugs her back and lets Veronica handle her goodbyes to her friend and girlfriend. 

“You’ll do great here,” Mac says louder than she thinks she does. “Call me every night, okay?” 

“More than that,” Veronica agrees with a sniffle. Janis wonders what could’ve possibly happened to her that would mean leaving her loved ones behind is the best option. 

“I hope things are easier for you here,” Martha says as she hugs her best friend tightly. 

“Me too.” 

With last hugs and a kiss between Veronica and Mac, the door closes and they’re both left alone, staring silently at the backside of the dark wood. 

“…You wanna go watch that Barbie movie?” Janis asks after a few minutes. Veronica sniffles and nods. 

“Yeah. I do.”

—————

Janis is lounging in her room about a week later, doomscrolling various social medias on her phone and playing a few games. 

She jumps when she hears a frustrated growl come from the next room over. Veronica did mention wanting to get started sorting her room out today. 

Janis sits up and heads into the room. “You good?” 

“I have too much shit,” Veronica grumbles, kicking a box a couple inches away from her and growling again at the new pain in her foot. 

“Need help?” Janis asks. 

Veronica looks up at her like she’s an angel descended from the heavens. “Can you help me get all the boxes into the hall so I can paint?” 

“Sure,” Janis says with a nod. She’s not really dressed for it; with her usual tights and shorts combo and a tank top, but it leaves her with enough mobility just to do something like this. 

With the two of them working together, all the boxes are moved out of the way within five minutes. Janis suddenly finds herself wishing she’d always had a twin to help with chores. Things would’ve gone much faster. 

“I can help paint, if you want,” Janis offers as they both suck down water in the kitchen. It might’ve been fast, but it was still heavy work, and they’re both more exhausted than they care to admit. 

“Yeah, sure, if you want to,” Veronica says. Janis gets the feeling some of her nonchalance is feigned. She remembers what it was like painting her bedroom with her mom. She can’t leave her twin to do that alone. 

“Let me change, I’ll be right back.” 

Janis heads back up to her own bedroom and changes into an old pair of shorts and tshirt of her mother’s. She grabs her phone to play music while they work and heads back to Veronica’s room. 

Veronica comes back from the kitchen with several bottles of water and some snacks. Janis helps her cover all the furniture in plastic and tape over the baseboards and outlets. Veronica hands her a roller, cracks open a can of cream colored paint, and pours some into a tray. 

They work in silence for the first little while. They’re still getting used to each other, and Cady was very much right in that they are different people. They still don’t really know how much they have in common; how much they’ll be able to relate to each other. They don’t even really know what interests they have in common. 

“Is that Mom’s shirt?” Veronica asks after a while. 

“Yeah,” Janis says. “Is that Dad’s?” 

“Yeah,” Veronica responds. 

They’re quiet again. Janis takes to doing a second coat on her walls. “Are you gonna leave them all this color?” 

“I dunno,” Veronica says. “I was thinking about an accent wall, but I don’t really know what I’d want to do with it. And I have absolutely no artistic talents.” 

“That’s weird,” Janis snorts. 

“Who did all the stuff in your room?”

“Me,” Janis says. Veronica whirls around to look at her and accidentally splashes her with some paint. 

“Shit, sorry,” Veronica says. Janis laughs and swipes the paint away from her eyes. “You do art?” 

“Yeah,” Janis says, taking a paper towel to scrub the rest of the paint off her face. Or, more accurately, as much as she can get off. “I’ve always, like, doodled and stuff. And I really liked art class. And then I went to art therapy in middle school and it kind of just… stuck, from then on.” 

“Huh,” Veronica says. She doesn’t even acknowledge that she heard the art therapy statement. Janis is almost glad for it. This might be her twin, but they’re still practical strangers. She’s not sure when they’ll be able and willing to talk about stuff like that. “That’s cool. I’ve always sucked at it.” 

“It’s not for everyone,” Janis shrugs. “I could do an accent wall for you if you decide what you want.”

“Really?” Veronica asks. “You’d do that?” 

“Sure,” Janis says. “I don’t do, like, landscapes super well, but I can do doodle-type stuff if you want. Some pattern or something.”��

Veronica takes a minute to look at the drying paint on the wall next to the door. “Could you do flowers?” 

“Yeah, totally,” Janis says. “What kind?”

“…Blue,” Veronica says. “I don’t really know.” 

“Veronicas?” Janis jokes. “They’re blue.”

Veronica shoots her a weird look. “Veronica’s a flower?” 

“Yeah,” Janis says. She grabs her phone and googles them to show her sister. Some of them are a sort of strange tube shape and look like something out of a science fiction film, but others simply look like a sweet, delicate blossom. She’s not entirely sure which ones fit her sister more. 

“Oh, I like those,” Veronica says. She points to one example. 

“I can do that if you want,” Janis says. Veronica nods.

“That’d be cool. Thanks, Janny.” 

“Sure, Vera,” Janis says with a smile. “Let me go get my stuff.” 

Janis keeps her smile as she goes to fetch the leftover colors her mom had let her buy when she was doing her own bedroom and some smaller brushes. 

She’s more excited than she thinks she should be. Out of everything, flowers are actually one of her favorite things to paint. Cady’s the only one who knows, since Janis paints her flowers from time to time instead of buying bouquets that’ll die in a few weeks. It doesn’t fit with the image Janis has tried so hard to build and maintain, so she keeps it to herself. But now she gets to do a whole wall of them for her sister. 

They actually talk the whole time Janis works, while Veronica gets started putting some more furniture together. Janis doesn’t even notice that they never wound up playing music after all. 

Her sister is easy to talk to, and soon, the wall is covered in sweet blue blossoms that match Veronica’s blue accents perfectly. They both flop onto the newly-made bed and look around at their masterpiece. 

“Thanks for helping me.”

“Anytime.”

—————

The dreaded night finally arrives. The last before the first day of school. 

Janis is already nervous just about going back. Things changed a lot over the summer, but she’s still not exactly looking forward to dealing with the Plastics and the jocks and other assorted cliques of North Shore. Add in all the other nerves that come with starting senior year, and Janis is a wreck. 

Veronica, on the other hand, is surprisingly calm. Janis can’t tell if it’s a facade or if she’s genuinely not concerned by what they’ll face tomorrow. Maybe this being a new start for her is actually working. 

Their backpacks sit ready by the front door, their outfits laid out on their dressers and their respective makeup products on their shared bathroom counter. Janis has many, many more products than her sister. At least they’ll be easy to tell apart. 

“You girls excited for tomorrow?” their mom asks over their dinner. 

“No,” Janis says. 

“Yeah,” Veronica says at the same time. They both turn to each other and pull the same weirded out face. 

“It’s school,”  Janis says, as if Veronica had forgotten that somehow. 

“Yeah, exactly,” Veronica says. “New books. New pens. Meeting teachers. Books.” 

“But school,”  Janis reiterates. “Stress and other kids. And stress.” 

Veronica just shrugs and returns to her mashed potatoes. Both of them say, “Weirdo.” at the same time. “Stop it! You stop it!” 

Their mother rolls her eyes, but the clearly delighted smile gives away her true feelings about having the two of them back together. “Both of you hush up and eat. You need to be getting to bed soon.” 

“Ugh,” Janis grumbles, stabbing into her potatoes. 

—-

They do a last check of their things and take their turns in the shower. Janis takes a minute to FaceTime Cady while she does her favorite face mask. They hang up around ten, since Cady gets grumpy without enough sleep. She has a very strict bedtime even in the summer. 

Janis bumps into Veronica on her way to get a bottle of water for her nightstand. Veronica’s sipping on some sleepy time tea and staring out the kitchen window into the backyard. She’s chatting with someone. Janis was expecting to see their mother, but Veronica’s alone.

“Hey,” Janis greets. 

Veronica jumps when she hears her and turns around, almost spilling her tea. She relaxes when she sees it’s just Janis standing there. “Hey.” 

“Sorry. Who were you talking to?”

“Nobody,” Veronica says immediately. “Uh… myself. I talk to myself a lot. I know it’s weird.” 

Janis just shrugs. Things between them are still quite awkward. It’s always weird to see a walking version of your reflection hanging out in your house, but they’re slowly getting used to having the other around. 

“I don’t think so, I do it too, sometimes. I’m going to bed. Goodnight,” Janis says once she has her water. 

“Goodnight,” Veronica says. Hesitantly, shakily, she reaches to offer a hug. Janis smiles faintly and leans in, giving her twin a squeeze. Neither of them are huge on physical contact (unless you ask Cady or Mac), but being close to the other is surprisingly calming for the both of them. Must be a twin thing or something. “Love you.” 

“Love you too,” Janis says. She gives Veronica  a final squeeze and pads off to bed. 

——-

She’s not expecting to be awoken by the sounds of screaming. She’s confused at first, until she puts together what the muffled sounds coming through the wall are and bolts upright. Her phone shows that it’s barely two in the morning when she checks it. 

She stands up and tries to run in to help and see what’s going on. She freezes in the doorway when her mother does the same and shuts Veronica’s door in her face. This is clearly something Janis isn’t supposed to know about. Doesn’t mean she can’t snoop anyway. 

She stands to the side of the door so they can’t see her shadow blocking the light coming through beneath it and does her best to breathe as quietly as she can possibly manage. 

It’s hard to make out specific words through the door. All Janis can really put together is Veronica sobbing hysterically about, “My fault” and “They’re gone” and various other things Janis can’t hear. Her mother is desperately trying to hush and comfort her. 

Eventually, she’s successful, and Janis has to quickly rush back to her room to avoid being caught snooping. She tosses herself into bed and feigns sleep when her mother pops in to check on her as well. She hears a relieved sigh before she decides to go back to sleep for real. 

What is going on?

————-

It’s weird, having another person there as Janis gets herself ready. Every once in a while her mom will have a later shift and they get to have breakfast together or something, but having another her walking around her house is still odd. 

They have a fun moment in the mirror before they both do their makeup, trying to see how similar they look without any products. Their hair is still very different, but their faces are almost frighteningly similar. 

They get dressed on their own, obviously, but they go downstairs at the same time for breakfast. Their mom took the day off so she’d be available to make them breakfast, drop them off, and pick them up from school. She’s always done it for Janis, but this is the first, and unfortunately probably the last, time she’ll get to do it for the both of them. 

They try their best to wake up as they munch slowly on their pancakes. They’re delicious, as always, but it’s also barely seven in the morning. Too early to go much faster. 

With a last double check of their backpacks, they’re out the door. Veronica looks anxiously at the large building when they arrive as it looms in front of them. Janis isn’t faring much better. 

She offers Veronica her hand. They’ll probably get some weird looks, but Janis thinks they could both use the comfort of each other for a little while. Being close is strangely calming for the two of them. 

They head to the office first to pick up their schedules and locker assignments. Their lockers are right next to each other, and their schedules are similar. They’re not exactly the same, but they have a few classes together. 

“You can have lunch with me if you want. Since you already, y’know. Know me. And Caddy and Damian,” Janis says as they walk to their locker. Veronica nods.

“Everyone’s staring,” Veronica says. 

“Own it, bitch,” Janis says. “But, yeah. I’m kind of infamous. And… now there’s two of me.” 

“Why not two of me?” Veronica asks. They open their lockers and shove their afternoon books inside. 

“Hey, Janis,” Regina greets as she approaches. “Cool outfit.” 

Regina hasn’t actually seen Janis yet. She came from Veronica’s side. Veronica obviously doesn’t respond, as she’s not Janis. Janis steps surreptitiously behind Regina and says, “Thanks.”

Regina whirls around to see none other than Janis, giving her that usual cocky grin. 

“What- but…” 

Janis’ smile grows when Regina gives her a look of absolute horror that just says dear god they’re multiplying. 

“How did-”

“This is Veronica,” Janis says. “My twin sister.”

“Your what now?” 

“My twin,” Janis says. “She just moved here.”

“We got Parent Trap’ed,” Veronica explains. “Hey.” 

“Uh… hi,” Regina says. Veronica offers a hand, which Regina hesitantly shakes. “I gotta… go to class. Bye.” 

“She seems well-adjusted,” Veronica chuckles as they head off towards the math wing. Veronica has calculus and Janis has environmental science. Their classrooms are one right on top of the other, so they walk together. 

“Getting hit by a bus apparently kind of rearranges your priorities,” Janis shrugs. “Among other things.” 

“She got hit by a bus?” 

“At the end of last year, yeah,” Janis says. “Long story. This is the first I’ve seen of her without her spinal halo.”

“Damn,” Veronica says. “This me?” 

Janis checks her sister’s schedule. “Think so. You want me to meet you after?” 

“Just for today, maybe?” Veronica says sheepishly. “And maybe just to, y’know. Give people time to adjust to there being two of us?” 

“Sure. Have fun in math,” Janis teases. Veronica sticks her tongue out before she heads into class. 

—-

They have second period psychology together. Janis waits outside Veronica’s classroom for her so they can walk together. 

Janis had the same teacher last year for her politics class. His eyes widen the slightest bit when he sees her and her apparent clone walk through his door. “Hey, Janis. And… Janis the second. Nice to see you back.”

“Hey, Mr. Kent,” Janis says. “This is my sister, Veronica.” 

“You have a twin?” 

“No, what do you mean?” Janis says. “Kidding. Yeah. She’s new.” 

“I figured,” their teacher chuckles. “Welcome to North Shore High.” 

“Thanks,” Veronica says. 

“Janis, no pulling switcheroos on me. Uh…”

“Veronica,” she supplies.

“Veronica, you can sit wherever you’d like. Today should be pretty chill,” their teacher says. Veronica nods. She can see why this is one of Janis’ favorite teachers. “You guys should be helpful for the twins unit.” 

“We’re not your lab rats, Mr. Kent,” Janis chuckles. 

“For now.”

Veronica laughs and looks around. A few really early kids have taken some seats. Veronica picks one in the front row towards the middle so she can see the board. “Ew, you’re sitting in the front row?”

“What’s wrong with the front row?” Veronica chuckles as she pulls out her notebook and pen. 

“Everything,” Janis grunts as she sits directly behind her. 

“Don’t whine to me when you can’t see the board.” 

“I’m not blind, Vera.”

“For now.”

“The hell does that mean?!”

—————

Lunch is… interesting. Janis hasn’t felt this many eyes on her since eighth grade. Cady notices how tense both she and Veronica are and suggests they eat in the ‘back building’. 

It’s still weird sitting with the Plastics. They had lunch together a few times after they reconciled-ish at Spring Fling, but old habits die hard. Karen and Gretchen are already outside when they walk up. Karen leans into her girlfriend and stage whispers, “Am I crazy or are there two Janis’?” 

“I don’t know,” Gretchen whispers back. 

“Where’s the back building?” Veronica asks, looking around for it as Janis sits on the ground. 

“It burnt down in 1987,” Janis says. “Sit.” 

Veronica shrugs and hesitantly sits down next to her sister. Cady sits on Janis’ other side and greets her with a kiss. 

“How’s your day been?” she asks as she pulls her sandwich out of her lunch box. 

“Not bad, for school,” Janis says. 

“Do you two have any classes together?” 

“Psychology,” they say at the same time. “And photography.” 

“Cool,” Cady nods. 

Gretchen and Karen are still staring at the twins. Janis suddenly remembers they forgot to introduce Veronica. “Oh. This is Veronica. We’re twins. She just moved here.” 

Damian and Regina walk up as Gretchen and Karen start asking a flurry of questions. Janis and Veronica field the ones they’re comfortable with and respectfully don’t answer the few that they aren’t. Mostly to do with Veronica’s past and why she moved to Evanston. 

Regina still seems like one of her most haunting nightmares has come true, but she’s polite and even friendly to the both of them as they eat. Veronica seems a bit more comforted having Damian and Cady around in addition to her sister. By the end of their fifteen minute lunch, she thinks she’s found a solid group of new friends. 

—-

“Hi, girls,” their mom greets as they clamber into the car in the pickup line. Veronica got the front seat on the way to school, so Janis gets it on the way home. “How was school?”

“Good,” they say at the same time. 

“Have any homework?” 

“No.” 

“You teenagers and your one word answers,” their mother tuts as she pulls out of the parking lot and takes them home. “Veronica, did you make any friends?” 

“Yeah,” Veronica says quietly with a faint smile. “Yeah, I think I did.”

—————

“Girls?” their mother asks a few months later as she enters the living room where Janis and Veronica are lounging side by side on the couch. They look up at her at exactly the same time.

“Yeah?” 

“Stop doing that,” their mother says with a flustered wave of her hand. “I got called in for the overnight shift tonight. Are you two gonna be okay here by yourselves?” 

“Mama, we’re almost eighteen,” Janis says. “We’re big kids.” 

“That’s what I’m worried about,” their mom mutters under her breath. “Veronica. You… you think you’ll…”

“I’ll be fine, Mom,” Veronica says quietly. “It’s been a good day, I don’t think it’ll happen tonight.” 

Janis is confused, but she doesn’t push. They both have their own stuff going on. Not everything has to be shared between them. Even if they are identical twins. 

“Alright. Call me if anything happens,” their mother says, kissing both their foreheads. “I love you.” 

“Love you too,” they both call after her as she gathers her things and leaves. They lock eyes then and smile in exactly the same way. 

Time to go wild. 

-

Of course, wild for them is… a bit different than what they think most kids their age would get up to. 

A movie in the background, every unhealthy snack in their kitchen to gorge on, and some homework they need to catch up on. They did sneak a bottle of their mom’s wine to split between them, but that’s about as crazy as it gets. They’ve both had plenty of wild party days already. 

“Do you get this chapter at all?” Janis asks after twenty minutes of staring at the same question on her English homework. 

“Yeah,” Veronica says. “Do you get this math assignment?”

“Caddy will,” Janis says. 

“Switch?” Veronica asks. Janis nods, so she passes over her worksheet. Janis hands over her copy of Paradise Lost and her English notebook. Veronica dives right in to answer the question in Janis’ messy handwriting while Janis pulls out her phone to text her girlfriend for help. 

“We should do this for tests,” Janis says. “I might’ve passed my last English exam if you’d have been around.” 

“Yeah, and then what would I be stuck with?” Veronica snorts. “How are you still so bad at English if you read so much?” 

“Shut up, I’m dyslexic!” Janis humphs.

“You are?” Veronica asks. Janis nods. Veronica’s eyes go wide. “Holy shit.” 

“What?” 

“I only got into reading so much because of Martha,” Veronica explains. “She read all these dumb romance novels in middle school.”

“And got you hooked on ‘em?” Janis snorts.

“Shut up,” Veronica says, blushing a brilliant shade of pink. “But… I hated reading when I was a kid because it was always too hard.” 

“Dad didn’t get you checked out?” Janis asks quietly. 

“I never said anything,” Veronica shrugs. That’s one difference between them. As soon as Janis has a problem she will yell about it to anyone who’ll listen to her.  “I did well enough in school that it just never came up, I guess.” 

“Wait, then how are you so good at English if we’re both dyslexic?” 

“I don’t think the dyslexia is the problem, Jan,” Veronica snorts. 

“Hey!” Janis huffs. “I’m helping you with your math.” 

“By having a smart girlfriend,” Veronica accuses. 

“Exactly! How could I have gotten such a brilliant girl if I’m not smart?” Janis says. 

“Because she took pity on you,” Veronica says dryly. “I never said you’re not smart.” 

“You so did.” 

“I just said you’re dumb. You can be both.” 

“…What?” 

“Look at me. I have all A’s and one B and I still opened the fridge directly into my face,” Veronica explains. 

“That’s how you got that black eye?!” Janis cackles. 

“Yes. Now text your girl toy, I need help,” Veronica huffs as she scratches down the last word of Janis’ homework. 

“Fine. Meanie.” 

“Loser,” Veronica retaliates. They both stick their tongues out at each other before they burst into giggles. 

—-

After a phone call to Cady so Veronica can actually finish her math homework, they both sprawl on the floor of their living room side by side and stare up at the ceiling in a wine-drunk haze. 

“What was Mom like when you were little?” Veronica asks completely out of nowhere. 

“Uh… she was cool,” Janis says. “She worked a lot, but she always made time for me. We’d always make dinner together and talk about stuff. And she made up the best games. I know it was really rough on her being a single mom, but she… never let that on. She just… loved me. Showed it.” 

“Hm,” Veronica hums pensively. “Sounds nice.” 

“Yeah. She’s great,” Janis says softly. “What was Dad like?” 

“He’s always been such a dork,” Veronica snorts. “He loves crossword puzzles and those terrible mystery novels. But he somehow can never guess the endings. He used to carry me everywhere on his shoulders. And he’d always join whenever Martha and I had tea parties.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah. He wore the tutus and everything,” Veronica chuckles. “He was great. He spent a lot of time making sure I got along with Alice and she treated me well before he even thought of marrying her and stuff. I used to think he could fix anything. He was my superhero.”

“Are you ever mad at them for what they did to us?” Janis asks quietly. Veronica mulls this over before she nods. 

“Sometimes,” she agrees. “Are you?” 

“Sometimes,” Janis echoes. “I spent a lot of time alone as a kid. I think having my twin there would’ve made things a lot easier. And I always thought it was my fault dad could never come visit. I just thought he never wanted to.” 

“I thought mom didn’t want me either,” Veronica says. “He never explained why she couldn’t come see me.” 

“Mom never really did either,” Janis says. “She just said it hurt too much for them to get in contact so she left it to him to send me cards for my birthday and stuff.” 

“Dad said she wouldn’t want to see him so she couldn’t visit,” Veronica says. 

“What do you think happened between them?” 

“I dunno,” Veronica shrugs. “Must’ve been pretty serious. It had to have hurt knowing they might never see us together again, but they… did it anyway.” 

“Yeah,” Janis says. 

“Did you ever suspect anything?” Veronica asks. 

“I guess so,” Janis says. “Looking back, there’s… some weird stuff that makes sense now. Like a bunch of my baby photos were cut in half.”

“Yours too?!” Veronica gasps. “I wonder if we actually got the right ones. Maybe Mom kept mine and Dad took yours.” 

“Could be,” Janis agrees with a shrug. 

They’re quiet for a while, before Veronica quietly says, “I’m kind of glad I had to move.” 

Janis gently squeezes her twin’s hand and says, “I am too.”

—————

They stay up much later than they should; watching dumb old movies and chasing each other around the house and eventually making drunk calls to various friends. 

But, they do eventually have to go to sleep, and bid each other goodnight as they head to their own individual bedrooms. 

Janis is awoken by the screaming, once again. 

She’s comes barreling into the room, looking for her sister. She’s confused when Veronica isn’t in her bed. The screams were definitely coming from in here, but where? 

She pauses, and waits for more sound. Suddenly, she hears muffled sobs, coming from… the closet? 

Gently, she opens the door, finding her twin huddled among the wrinkled clothes on the little bit of ground she has available and sobbing into a blue blazer Janis hasn’t seen before. 

“Vera,” she says sadly, crouching down next to her. Veronica flinches almost out of her skin and scrambles away with a cry when she gently rests a hand on her arm. “Hey, hey, it’s-”

“Get away!”  Veronica yells. “Get out of my house!” 

Janis frowns in confusion. This is her house too. Veronica doesn’t recognize her. She doesn’t know how to handle this, but she knows how to try, and that’s all she can do for now. 

“Vera, it’s Janis. I don’t know where you think you are right now or who you think you’re with, but I promise you’re safe. Nobody here wants to hurt you. You’re in Evanston, Illinois. It’s Saturday, and it’s… 1:12 in the morning. It’s raining outside, can you hear it?”

Veronica stays pressed against the wall, but she’s stopped thrashing and seems to be at least trying to listen. 

“It’s October eleventh,” Janis continues in a low tone. “You’re not in Ohio. You’re with me, your twin. We were studying together earlier, can you remember?” 

Veronica gradually relaxes, the tension in her muscles fading and some clarity returning to her eyes as Janis continues speaking. Her voice is a low, monotone croak when she speaks again. “Janny?”

“Yeah,” Janis says in relief. “It’s me. You’re safe.”

“Wh-what happened?” 

“I don’t know,” Janis replies. “I heard you screaming and found you in here. You didn’t recognize me, you told me to get out of your house. Bit rude.” 

“Fuck,” Veronica whispers harshly, the sound tearing out of her throat. She shoves past Janis out of the closet and rushes to her desk to grab her diary. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Whoa,” Janis says, picking herself off the ground she’s been rudely thrown to and sitting down on her sister’s bed, watching in concern as Veronica paces back and forth and scribbles frantically in her diary. Janis isn’t sure what she’s writing, but she’s pressing almost hard enough to shred the pages. 

“Fuck!” Veronica growls, pitching the diary to the side and letting it slam against the wall with a loud, dull thump. 

“Vera!” Janis yells. Veronica flinches and turns to look at her, like she’d forgotten Janis was still there. “What the hell is going on with you?” 

“I can’t,” Veronica replies, still pacing and now digging her fingernails harshly into the delicate skin of her upper arm, hard enough to leave marks. “You need to leave.”

“No,” Janis says.

“What?”

“No,” Janis repeats. “I get that it’s hard for you to talk about. I get that you don’t want to tell me, I know we’re not as close as Mama wants us to be, I know you don’t trust me, but fuck, Vera, I can’t keep doing this! I can’t keep waking up in the middle of night hearing you scream and worrying about whether or not you’ll be here the next morning! I’m scared of you, and for you. Tell me what’s going on.”

Janis’ admission stops Veronica in her tracks. Her own twin is scared of her? 

Janis is concerned when Veronica breaks into sobs yet again, hunched over with the force of them. She stands, and gently rests a hand on Veronica’s shoulder, guiding her to the aggressively blue bed. Her twin grabs the yellow stuffed bunny sitting by the pillows and clings to it like it has the weight to tether her to the earth. 

Janis has had plenty of her own moments like this. Where she’s had so much she wants to say, like the words are on the tip of her tongue, but try as she might, something in her gut holds her back. 

Veronica needs time. 

Janis is content to give it to her. They sit on the bed, barely able to see one another by the light of the moon streaming in through the blinds. Janis curls into a ball and watches the minutes continue to tick by. Minutes turn to hours, faster than either of them are ready for. Neither of them knows how long it’s been by the time Veronica takes a shuddering breath and starts to speak. 

“Okay,” she mumbles, voice wavering with emotion and uncertainty. “You really want to know?”

Janis nods, as if to say, obviously. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” Veronica continues. “Even-even Cady. Damian. Nobody.”

“I won’t,” Janis promises, crossing her heart. “We’re twins, aren’t we supposed to, like, know all of each other’s secrets instinctively? I won’t tell anyone.” 

“I killed four people.”

Janis chokes on air, making Veronica worry she might have a fifth on her hands for a second. “You what?! You?” 

Veronica nods hollowly. “Heather was the first.

“I was a nobody, for years. Kindergarten ‘til junior year. Everyone knew who I was, y’know, small school, but nobody really… knew me. Martha and I were… alone. We got bullied and stuff. And I didn’t hate it like that, necessarily, but… I wanted more. And I wanted the bullying to stop. So I tried to join the Heathers. The Heathers were like your Plastics, but… worse. More serious drama, more eating disorders, more… more. I rescued them from a teacher in the bathroom on the first day of school.”

Janis listens intently, wondering how this leads to murdering four fucking humans.

“I was part of them, from then on. An honorary Heather. Had my fucking… prison uniform I had to wear every day, I had to eat lunch with them, I had to abandon Martha, I had to go to all these fucking parties and drink these gross Jell-O shot things and fuck, Janny, it was awful,” Veronica says hollowly. There’s nothing behind her eyes, as Veronica is totally lost in her memory. 

“We went to this Remington party. College party. Big deal. I-I… drank… way too much. Got sick. They-they wanted to… torment Martha, in front of everyone. They would’ve posted that shit everywhere, they would’ve ruined her. I stopped them. Was already on thin ice. Then I threw up on Chandler’s shoes.”

Janis can tell from her tone that this Chandler is probably Veronica’s own personal Regina George. If not worse, somehow. 

“And then told her to lick it up,” Veronica says, laughing bitterly, harshly. “So, I was… a dead girl walking. I knew it. I left right then and walked home. But I got lost, and then… stopped in front of this boy’s house. Jason fucking Dean.”

The amount of venom in her tone when she says his name throws Janis for a loop. “Wh-what happened?”

“We fucked,” Veronica says blankly. “A lot. Wasn’t great. Woke up the next morning in a panic, because I knew Chandler was gonna crucify me on Monday if I didn’t do something major to apologize. I said I had to go, tried to leave, but JD had to fucking come with me. Moral support. Bullshit.

“Made it to her house, and… she wanted a prairie oyster. Hangover cure. JD joked around and said it would be funny to give her drain cleaner instead. But he wasn’t joking. He switched the mugs when I wasn’t looking, I grabbed the wrong one.”

Janis’ eyes go wide as she starts to put together where the story is heading. 

“I didn’t realize what I’d done until she died clutching my leg,” Veronica whispers. “She was fucking seventeen. Seventeen years old and I killed her like it was nothing. JD had me forge a suicide note and that was that. I pretended like I missed her at school. Acted like it was a suicide. Like I wasn’t the one who put her in that fucking casket at her funeral.

“And I thought that was the end of it. But then Mac volunteered me to get date raped in her place by these two jock boys. I escaped, but… they still spread rumors. Told everyone I had taken both of them at the same time. It was too much for me. I cried, a lot. JD said we had to make them pay.”

“God, Vera,” Janis whispers. 

“You know why I take German?” Veronica chuckles hollowly. “So nobody can trick me like him again. He told me he had these special bullets. World War Two relics, that just knocked the victim unconscious without killing them. Ich lüge bullets. So I lured them to the woods and we met them there. With a pistol, and these bullets. You know what ich lüge means? 

“I lie. I fucking shot Ram Sweeney. He bled out in front of me and I did nothing. I couldn’t, I didn’t… didn’t know what to do. I watched him die, Janis. JD took the gun and went after Kurt. God, it… it’s so… the shot was so loud, Janis. I can… I still hear it, every time I close my eyes. I see them, with their fucking eyes all glazed over.”

Janis stays quiet. This is somehow much more than she was expecting, even though she knew people would die going into the story. 

“I broke up with him then,” Veronica says bitterly. “Tried to. He was… he wasn’t there anymore. I like to think that somewhere deep down he actually loved me. Wasn’t just using me as an accomplice. But he wasn’t sane anymore. So he decided I was next.

“He had gotten everyone to sign this fucking fake petition agreeing to die. I found out and he knew. Knew I would stop him, so he had to get me out of the way. He came over, climbed in through my window. And found me hanging in my closet.” 

So that’s why she had been in the closet, why she yelled at Janis to get out of her house. A flashback.

“He was… ranting, and-and raving. I was terrified. I had to listen to it all and act like I was dead, like I didn’t want to cut the noose and kill him with my bare hands. Like I didn’t know there was a chance he’d notice it wasn’t tight enough and kill me himself. But he didn’t. Somehow.

“As soon as he left I cut myself down and just… ran to the school as fast as I could. There was a pep rally, it was gonna be on TV, everything. A big deal. I knew he was gonna try and make it bigger, somehow. I found him in the boiler room. With a bomb.”

“He bombed your school?!”

“He tried to,” Veronica says. “That one was just a small one to set off more in the gym. Everyone was supposed to die that night. I clocked him with my croquet mallet. Took his gun. I fucking… I shot him too, Janis. I shot him in the hand. I thought I killed him too, right then.

“But I hadn’t. I don’t know if it was adrenaline from bleeding out, or what, but… he kind of came to his senses. Kissed me, said it wasn’t too late. For me. It was too late for him. I could save myself, I was worth saving. He wasn’t. And then he took his bomb to the football field.”

“Did he-”

Veronica suddenly lifts her shirt over her head, leaving her in just her sports bra. Janis can see her upper arms and the top of her chest, and realizes she hasn’t seen them before. 

Veronica is peppered with scars. Some big, some small, some with evidence of stitches, others that seemed to heal on their own. All of them are rough, jagged, irregular. 

“Shrapnel.” Veronica explains with a single word. “He set it off hugging it. I had his brains in my fucking hair. There wasn’t even enough of him left to cremate, let alone bury. They just… mopped him up. Got new turf and moved on.” 

“Fucking hell, Vera,” Janis breathes. 

“There. I’m a murderer. That’s why I’m this… fucked. Why I wake up screaming, why I have flashbacks, why I can’t show my upper arms. Why I’m a freak.” 

“You’re not a freak,” Janis insists. “If you’re a freak, then so am I.” 

“How could you possibly-”

Janis tugs her own shirt off, letting her twin see the mess of faded scars lining her arms, and stomach, and hips. She holds out her left arm so Veronica can see the deepest carving she did. Space dyke, permanently etched into her flesh. Not that it was meant to be spectacularly permanent when she did it. 

“I’ve been there,” Janis whispers. “I didn’t… go through… anywhere near as much as you. But… I used to wake up screaming too. Had flashbacks. I have scars. None of those things make us freaks. It makes us… hurt. We’ve just been hurt, that’s all it means. We have trauma. Trauma that wasn’t our faults, wasn’t caused by anything we did. But trauma we have to work through. It doesn’t make us any less human. Or any less loved.” 

“Mine was my fault, Janny,” Veronica whispers. “I killed them.”

“No, you didn’t,” Janis insists. “You were manipulated, Vera. You had no idea what you were doing. You didn’t want those people dead, even after everything they did to you. Everything you told me was his fault. He tricked you, he lied to you. Vera, he fucking abused you. None of those deaths were your fault. You were an accessory at best.” 

“I’ve always been shit at accessorizing,” Veronica mumbles hollowly. “I could still be arrested. There’s a lot… a lot of evidence. I’d be in for life.”

“Which is why we won’t tell anyone,” Janis promises. “You can trust me.” 

Veronica looks visibly relieved for the first time all night at Janis’ words. Her shoulders relax fully, and she gives the smallest thankful grin she can muster. 

“Um…”

“What?” Janis asks, concerned there’s more. 

“If I can trust you with that,” Veronica mumbles. “I still… see them.” 

“See who?”

“Them,” Veronica repeats. Janis’ eyes widen in understanding. “I don’t know if they’re ghosts or hallucinations, but… they’re still here.” 

“Cool, so you see dead people,” Janis hums. “Cool. Cool cool cool.” 

“Hey,” a quiet, echoey voice says suddenly. Janis shrieks and leaps into her twin. 

“Vera?” she asks shakily. “I… I see them too.”

“I’m not crazy!” Veronica cheers, throwing Janis off her lap by accident in her celebration. “Sorry Janny. Guys, don’t be rude. Introduce yourselves.”

“What the fuck what the fuck what the-” Janis repeats under her breath as four forms hover before her. 

The first is a girl, clad all in red even down to the scrunchie in her ginger curls. Janis can… see through her, slightly, allowing her to see that her mouth and throat are stained an unnatural, chemical blue. It drips from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. 

The next two are almost naked, revealing more skin than Janis has ever wanted to see from a man. One has a bullet hole through his chest, and the other has one in his head. The area around each is stained red with the ghost equivalent of blood, but they don’t seem particularly fussed by them. 

And the last one is in a trench coat, glaring the twins down. He’s covered head to toe in ash and soot, and Janis thinks she can even distantly smell the acrid scent of burned flesh. 

“I’m Heather Chandler,” the girl says, apparently having decided to speak up first. “Pleasure to meet the Wonder Twins.” 

“I’m Kurt Kelly,” one of the Tighty Whitie Twins says.

“I’m Ram Sweeney.” 

“And we’re not gay for each other!”

“We’re not?” 

“Dude!” Kurt huffs. “…Maybe.”

“Jason Dean,” the final phantom says with a sly, infuriatingly smug grin. “Pleasure.”

“Okay,” Janis says, trying to process several existential crises at once. “Um, just… collectively. Fuck you guys! The fuck?! What the hell were you thinking, you’re all assholes! If you weren’t already dead I’d kick your ghost asses from here to kingdom co-”

She gets cut off as Veronica gently slams a hand over her mouth. “Just give her some time, guys.” 

“Why can she see us?” Kurt asks. “I thought you were the only one.”

“I don’t know,” Veronica shrugs. “Maybe… maybe because we’re twins. Our spirits are tied together, or some bullshit like that. In tune enough that she can see you too.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Heather says sarcastically. “Can we go now?” 

“Sure, Chandy,” Veronica chuckles. 

“Don’t call me that,” Heather says before she fades away, leaving Janis wondering if she was actually there in the first place. The other three follow suit, and they’re alone once more. 

“Wh-”

“It’s best if you don’t question it,” Veronica shrugs. 

“I just saw ghosts!” Janis insists. “Can they still hear us?” 

“I don’t think so,” Veronica says. “They’re kinda like an Alexa. You have to call on them. But they could, I don’t really know.” 

Janis blinks at her. Veronica laughs in spite of everything. 

“Um… I’m fine now. You can go back to bed.” 

“Nah,” Janis smirks. “I’m staying.” 

And she does. They stay up a little bit longer talking, before they both drift off huddled together. 

—————

A few months later comes a much needed art freaks movie night. 

“Hey, Cads,” Damian greets, leading Cady down the hall to the living room. Cady pauses in her tracks when she sees Janis and Veronica both clad in identical hoodies with their hair hidden and faces clean of makeup. They’re even in the same pants and socks, and their hands are tucked into their sleeves so Cady can’t see their nails.

“Oh god,” she groans. 

“They did it to me when I got here,” Damian sighs, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring the twins down. 

“Think you can tell us apart?” one of them says with a smile. 

“Damian got it wrong,” the other one chuckles. “Do you think you can do better?” 

“Mm,” Cady hums. “Let’s see.” 

She heads over and leans in close to the both of them, her eyes darting back and forth between their faces. Cady knows she doesn’t really have a shot based on looks alone; since they’re almost perfectly identical physically. She’s hoping that one of them will give her a tell that the other doesn’t have. 

Sure enough, the one on the left blushes a bit when Cady gets close and looks her in the eye. Janis still does that every time Cady gets up in her space. She also has the familiar smell of paint and apples faintly emanating from her; while the other smells like fresh ink and ocean-scented perfume. 

Cady smiles to herself as she realizes she has them down, and decides to play her own little joke on them. She gently cups Veronica’s cheek and leans in, acting like she’s going in for a kiss. 

Veronica recoils and Janis starts to say, “Caddy, no!” before she’s cut off by Cady’s lips on hers. Cady laughs against her lips before she pulls back. 

“Gotcha,” she grins. “That’ll teach you.”

“Hey,” Janis pouts. “That’s mean.”

“Oh, like this wasn’t?” Cady chuckles. 

“How’d you know who was who?” Veronica asks as she takes her hood down and fluffs her hair out. 

“You guys smell different,” Cady shrugs. “And this one still blushes every time she gets close to me.” 

“No I don’t!” Janis huffs. Cady rolls her eyes and gently leans in. She’s not even touching her, but Janis still flushes a cute shade of pink. Veronica snorts. 

“You so do! Dork,” she laughs. 

“Hey!” Janis says. “You asshole, that’s-”

Cady takes advantage of her head being turned to kiss Janis’ cheek. Janis squeaks quietly and pauses her tirade on her sister. Cady smirks. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” Janis says softly. 

“You’re welcome, Veronica,” Cady chuckles. She settles on Janis’ lap to pin her girlfriend down just in case. Veronica laughs again.

“Yeah, thanks, Cady,” she says. 

“You wanna join us for movie night?” 

“Uh…” Veronica glances at her sister. “If you guys want me to.” 

“Of course we do!” Damian says. 

“Then sure,” Veronica says with a faint smile. 

“Girls!” Janis and Veronica’s mother calls. “And children who never spend time at their own homes.” 

“Hi, Ms. Sarkisian,” Cady says with a smile. Ms. Sarkisian smiles back.

“Hi, Cady. Girls, I found an old tape of you two in the attic, if you’d like to watch it.” 

“What’s on it?” Veronica asks. It’s dated Winter-Spring 2001/2002, when they would’ve been roughly six months to a year old. 

“I have no idea,” their mother says. “You’ll have to watch it and let me know. I’m off to work.” 

“Bye,” the twins say at the same time, each getting a kiss on the forehead. Damian and Cady smile as they each get a pinched cheek and the woman is out the door. 

“Do we even have a VCR?” Veronica asks. Janis nods. 

“We still use a lot of DVD’s. Our DVD player has both,” she explains. “We can watch it later.”

“Noooo,” Cady pleads. “I need to see baby Janis.” 

“No.”

“Pleeeeease?” Cady begs. Janis does her best to resist Cady’s infamous puppy eyes. She groans quietly as she feels herself about to give in. 

“Veronica has to say yes too!” she comes up with at the last possible second. 

“I don’t care,” Veronica shrugs with a snort. “I was a cute baby.” 

“Dammit.”

“Yes!” Cady cheers. 

Everyone takes their places on the couch as Veronica puts the tape in and Janis figures out how to get it playing. 

The camera cuts on, and shows a very blurry zoomed-in image of a baby. Janis and Veronica both smile as they hear their mother’s voice. “How does this work? Is it- oh, it’s recording. Okay, I’m making a video of the twins. Everyone always asks how we tell them apart, and I think that someday I might not remember how we used to do this. So, for posterity. Oh, wow, that’s really zoomed in. Theeeere we go!” 

The baby in question wiggles in delight at the attention on her. Not even Janis and Veronica can tell which of them it is. 

“Oh my god,” Cady says. She sounds almost choked, like she’s physically biting back a squeal. “You guys were so cute.” 

“This is Veronica,” the video says. Now-Veronica smiles a little wider. “Veronica is the happiest baby you’ve ever seen.” A hand suddenly materializes from behind the camera and tickles her chin to coax that famous laugh. “She’s only ever grumpy when she’s hungry.” 

“Still true,” Janis says. 

“Bitch!” Veronica scoffs. Janis raises an eyebrow and hands her an Oreo. Veronica takes it with a grumbled, “Shut up.” 

“And then this one,” the video continues, panning up to baby Janis crawling and trying to climb into her toy box. “Is my problem child.” 

Everyone laughs except Janis, who just humphs and crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Victoria,” their mother says in the video. “Hey. Victoria. Tori. Vicky. Victoria Janis, look at me!” Baby Janis only responds to her middle name, snapping her head up to look at her with an impish smile. “Hi, wild girl. Come here.” 

Baby Janis crawls to the camera at breakneck speeds and sits next to her twin with a smile and a little exerted noise. 

“Damn, Janis,” Damian chuckles. “Speed demon.” 

“Glad that changed,” Cady chuckles, looking at Janis lounging against her like a little slug. Janis just grunts and cuddles closer. 

“Baby me had shit to do. I just finished it all.” 

“They’re already correcting us when we mix them up,” their mom says. “Girls, who’s Veronica?” 

Baby Janis eagerly pats her twin, and baby Veronica squeals again. Their mother laughs from behind the camera. 

“Good job! Where’s Victoria?” 

Veronica practically tackles her sister. Their mother just barely manages to drop the camera and catch her before baby Janis can be knocked over. 

“Ronnie, gentle,” their mother laughs. “She’s a little aggressive sometimes.” 

“Yeah, Ronnie,” Janis pouts. “Be gentle.” 

“Not my fault you were the weakling,” Veronica hums with a shrug. Janis scoffs and shoves her. Veronica retaliates, and sends her sister into Cady and Damian like dominoes. 

“Alright, alright,” Cady says with a laugh. “Break it up.” 

“Hmph,” Janis grumbles, cuddling closer into her girlfriend to get away from her sister. Cady protectively holds her closer and looks back to the video. 

“Alright, let’s see…” their mother says. “They aren’t super different physically. We usually try to tell by their temperaments. But we also paint their toenails just in case.” 

The video zooms in on chubby little feet to show that their big toenails are decorated with different colors of nail polish. Janis’ is green, and Veronica’s is blue. 

“Tori also has a little freckle right underneath her eyebrow,” their mother says, holding the camera very close and very unfocused against baby Janis’ face. Everybody laughs as little fingers suddenly appear on the lens and she tries to munch on the camera. 

Now-Janis recoils a bit when they switch to checking if her freckle is still present. “You do still have it!” Cady says, gently resting a finger right beneath it. “It’s just tiny.” 

“You’re all very close,” Janis says. Everyone but Cady pulls back, and they all laugh as Janis blushes again. 

“Aww, your mom was so pretty!” Damian says suddenly. They all look back at the TV to see that the camera is now facing Janis and Veronica’s mother. 

“Oh, gosh,” she says, brushing her hair to the side and wincing a bit. “You girls have been tough on me, huh?” One of the babies squeals in apparent agreement. “Okay, this is the easiest way to tell the twins apart.” 

Baby Janis suddenly appears in her arms. She smiles contently and looks around, seeming totally chill with just being held. 

“Victoria loves to be carried,” their mother explains, looking at the baby with a smile. “She’s happy doing her own thing, but she also loves to hang out with anyone she can. She’d stay here all day if I’d let her.” 

Janis is swapped for Veronica. Veronica almost immediately starts wiggling and trying to climb out of her mothers arms. 

“This one cannot stand it. She’s growling at me,” Sure enough, some little growls can be heard coming from Veronica. She eventually resorts to going totally limp, flopped backwards over their mother’s arm and looking at the camera upside down. Her lip is curled up in a half-snarl, half-smile as she gives another desperate grunt. “Not a big cuddler.” 

Cady and Damian look at the twins now. Janis is lounged such that every part of her body is in contact with someone else, while Veronica is tucked as close to the arm of the couch as she can get and is actively leaning away. 

“You guys really haven’t changed all that much,” Damian snorts. Janis bends her arm at a strange angle to give him a weak whack. “Ow!”

“Weakling,” Janis and Veronica say at the same time. 

“Alright, it’s nap time for these two,” their mother says as she puts Veronica down and picks the camera up again. “Say bye-bye, girls.” Both babies wave bye, unknowingly to their future selves. 

The clip cuts to another. The date in the corner is a few months later, just a few weeks shy of their first birthday. 

One baby is sitting in front of what looks to be a closet of some sort, in the middle of a massive pile of jackets, coats, and sweaters. She’s managed to get one on that most definitely does not belong to her. 

“Tori, look at Mama,” their mother’s voice says. Baby Janis does with a cheesy grin. “What are you doing?” 

“Daddy!” baby Janis explains, pushing herself to stand and toddling towards the camera with the jacket flowing like an elaborate cape behind her. Cady makes a very strange noise at hearing Janis’ baby voice; somehow a laugh, sob and squeal all at once. 

“Yeah, you found Daddy’s jacket, huh?” their mother says. 

“Wait, Jan, isn’t that your jacket with the eyeballs on it?” Damian asks. 

“Yeah, it is,” Janis says with a smile. “I never knew it was his.” 

“Oh, here comes Ronnie,” the voice behind the camera says as Veronica toddles up to the pile of jackets on the floor and grabs one. “Tori, you’re corrupting your sister.” 

“Yeah, Tori,” Veronica teases. “Look at what you’ve done.” 

“Shut up!” Janis scoffs with a laugh. “We totally switched places, I’m the innocent one now.” 

“You set the toaster on fire this morning.” 

“Not on purpose!” 

“You’re still totally the problem kid,” Veronica chuckles. “I was way cuter.” 

“Oh please, we look like the same person,” Janis huffs. “You can’t even tell who’s who.” 

“You’re both so cute,” Cady says, muffled by her hands over her mouth. 

“Caddy, are you crying?” Janis asks with a chuckle. 

“You were so tiny!” Cady defends. “It’s not every day you get to see your girlfriend as a baby. Look at you.” 

“I have that jacket,” Veronica says, frowning at her baby self on the screen; clad in a much too large denim jacket. “Dad said he found it for my birthday.” 

“Now Ronnie’s in my jacket,” their mother chuckles. “Goofy girls.” 

“It’s Mom’s?” Veronica asks quietly. A faint smile grows on her face. “That’s my favorite jacket.” 

“Daddy?” baby Janis repeats. Cady makes the sound again and holds her hands against her face in disbelief at how cute her baby girlfriend was.

“Where is Daddy? You wanna go show him?” their mother asks. Tiny Janis nods and goes padding off to find her father. Veronica goes tearing after her as best she can on unsteady legs. The camera shakes as their mother stands up and follows after them. 

The sound of a man laughing can be heard just before the camera pans up to baby Janis being tossed in the air by her dad. “Hi, Tori! Nice coat!” 

“Daddy,” baby Janis repeats. 

“Yeah, you look killer, kiddo,” her dad chortles. He grabs Veronica by a little arm and hauls her up too, holding both of them side by side. Now-Janis smiles seeing her little self being loved on by her father. “You’ll grow into it.” 

“I’m taking that jacket back, Ronnie,” their mother teases, tickling baby Veronica’s tummy. “That’s mine, you little stinker.” 

“Feels telling for our futures, eh?” their dad chuckles. They can hear their mother sigh behind the camera. 

“As long as they stay this cute, I think I’m okay with it,” she says. Now-Janis and Veronica look at each other. They both nod confidently and look back to the screen. 

There’s no goodbye for that clip, it simply cuts off and into the next one. Both Janis and Veronica frown a little bit as this one is bits and pieces of their first birthday party. To think of how many birthdays they had apart, none the wiser to the existence of the other. 

Their parents aren’t actively filming them this time, instead leaving the camera rolling on a nearby counter and, for once, both being on the other side of it. 

It’s obvious to everyone watching that things have already started to go a certain way for their parents. They seem to tense if they get within a few feet of each other and quickly look away if they happen to lock eyes. 

In spite of that, they’re clearly both delighted by Janis and Veronica. It’s just as obvious that they absolutely adore both of them. 

Damian and Cady just watch as each of their modern day counterparts point out their relatives that the other hasn’t gotten to meet yet. Grandparents, aunts and uncles, family friends. So many people who knew, and yet… they didn’t, somehow. 

They watch as their first birthday song is sung to them and their parents blow out their candles in their stead. Once they’re removed, baby Janis dives right in and smushes her hands into her birthday cake. She grabs large fistfuls of it and, obviously, puts it right in her mouth. 

“Oh, you like that, uh oh,” their father chuckles. “Is that yummy cake?” 

“Yummyyyyy,” baby Janis echoes happily. She grabs another handful and reaches out towards her dad, offering him some. He laughs and takes a small taste from the chubby fist. 

“Thanks, Tori,” he chuckles. “What’s wrong, Ronnie?” 

Baby Veronica has been sitting politely in her high chair next to her twin, watching the entire cake smash go down but refusing to touch her own. 

“You don’t want your birthday cake? It’s yummy! Look at your sister,” their mother says. Veronica does. She seems very concerned by Janis’ frosting covered face and hands. 

Their mom gently takes one of Veronica’s hands and swipes a little finger through the frosting. Veronica looks curiously at it as it’s brought to her mouth and hesitantly sucks the frosting off. She squeaks happily at the sugary taste and smushes the other hand into her cake. Only when she pulls away with a handful does she realize it’s definitely not a texture she wants all over her hand and bursts into tears. 

“Oh, baby,” their mother chuckles sadly. Veronica gets picked up and comforted while Janis somehow manages to eat a solid half of her cake. 

There’s a few more clips of the party. Opening presents, a few games, and some well wishes from various relatives and friends. 

Janis and Veronica’s faces both fall when the scene suddenly changes again. The date is about six months later, and the time shows it’s practically the middle of the night. The two of them are just barely visible in the nearly pitch darkness. They’re cuddled up together in the same crib, and someone can be heard crying quietly behind the camera. 

“Veronica and I are leaving tomorrow,” their father’s voice whispers shakily. “I really hope your mother and I are making the right choice here.” 

Baby Janis stirs as he gently strokes a large hand through her hair. He quickly pulls back and sniffles as she cuddles closer into Veronica. 

“I don’t know when I’m going to get to see you together again,” he continues quietly. “You won’t sleep unless you’re together. I don’t know how we’re going to do this. But we’re going to, and we’ll be okay. I hope… I hope someday you girls get to know about each other. And I hope that you know your mother and I love both of you so, so much.” 

Everyone’s silent as the tape ends and abruptly cuts to black. Nobody moves, nobody says anything. They’re not entirely sure anybody breathes. 

“I need a second,” Janis says after a couple minutes, standing and rushing off to the kitchen for some privacy. She splashes some cold water on her face and tries to breathe around the heavy lump in her throat. 

Veronica slams into the kitchen after her and goes right for the fridge. Janis pats her face dry with a towel and watches in concern as Veronica chugs an entire bottle of water and pulls away with a growl. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fucking fantastic,” Veronica huffs. 

“Sorry,” Janis mumbles, hanging the towel back up. 

“How could they possibly think that was the best solution?” Veronica asks. “I could’ve had a mother my whole life, but they-they-”

“They had a tough choice to make-”

“And they chose wrong,” Veronica growls. “Don’t you dare try to defend them.”

“I’m going to! They’re our parents!” Janis yells. “We have no idea what they went through with each other, or with us. We have no idea what led them to the choice they did. It sucked, but we can’t do anything about it now except live with it.” 

“You can’t tell me you aren’t just as pissed as me, don’t try to act like you’re so high and mighty,” Veronica scoffs. 

“I’m not!” Janis retaliates. “I am pissed, I think this is a really shitty thing they did to us! But I can’t blame them for making a misguided decision in whatever circumstances they were in!” 

“Whatever they were going through doesn’t excuse the shit they pulled on us,” Veronica says through grit teeth. 

“Oh, yeah, and whatever you were going through doesn’t excuse you killing a bunch of people, then? You can’t fucki-”

“Oh, that’s low,” Veronica says with a hollow laugh. Something about it scares Janis more than she cares to admit. She’s never seen her sister like this. “Even for you.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Janis yells. “Why are you acting like this?!” 

“Because I’m fucking rightly upset about some shitty circumstances I went through that I didn’t have to! It’s not my fault I got stuck with a fucking pushover like you! I’m glad we’re only identical in looks.” 

“Jesus,” Janis laughs ironically. “Come find me when you get a fucking clue, Vera.” 

Janis stalks off back to her friends, leaving Veronica alone in the kitchen to mull over what just happened. 

“You okay?” Cady asks gently. She looks almost like she’s scared of the answer. Janis thinks she might be too. 

Janis nods, but she feels her face crumple as she does. She’s in tears again before she knows it. Cady pouts and reaches out for her. Janis sinks into her embrace and cries, even as Damian leans in against her back and gently rubs her shoulder. 

She knew they were bound to fight at some point. It’s only natural for siblings. She just wasn’t expecting it to hurt so badly when they did. Something about knowing it’s her twin that’s upset with her hurts in a special way she’s never experienced before. Like part of herself is somehow upset with her. Like that part of her is just… gone, altogether. 

She can only hope it comes back. Can only hope they work this out. Sure, it was only an argument, but it was a big one. 

Cady holds her as she cries, and Damian comforts by simply leaning his comforting weight against her back. Janis briefly feels even worse. Veronica’s comfort people are all in Ohio. She only calms down when she hears Veronica in the kitchen on her phone. She must be talking to either Mac or Martha. She hopes they can help her. 

She gradually stops crying. Cady gently strokes away her leftover tears and presses the softest kiss to the corner of her lips. “You’ll be fine, I promise. Let’s watch a movie.” 

—-

They watch several, until both Damian and Cady have to go home. Veronica walks by in complete silence at one point and goes up to her bedroom. 

Janis is still reeling from earlier. Entirely too many thoughts are whirling in her head. So, she heads downstairs to her studio and decides to paint them out. 

“Hi,” a muffled voice says. Janis jumps and whirls around to see Heather floating a few inches above the couch on the other side of her easel. 

“Jesus!” she says. “Hey, Heather. Is Vera-”

“She’s fine. She’s asleep,” Heather says. “Nice place.” 

“Uh… thanks?” Janis says in confusion. 

“You don’t have to be afraid of me. I literally can’t do anything to you,” Heather says. “I can’t do anything to anything.”

“You can’t, like, make stuff float?” Janis asks. 

“I could do that, maybe,” Heather agrees. “But I’m too weak to do much else.” 

“Weak?” Janis questions, tucking her paintbrush behind her ear and coming over to her. 

“Spirits aren’t really… designed to stick around on Earth after death,” Heather explains. “We get weaker every day we aren’t released to the afterlife. Everyone starts out with different levels of strength. I died young, so I’m stronger than a lot of spirits, but I don’t have anything I left unfinished in my life that I need strength to stick around for. I’m fading fast.” 

“Is Veronica gonna lose you, then?” Janis asks sadly.

“No,” Heather says. “I’ll just get weaker as time goes on.”

“Then why don’t you leave? To the… afterlife, or whatever? If you’re so tired and weak?” Janis asks.

“She’s not ready,” Heather murmurs softly. “That’s part of why I’m here.”

Janis waits for her to continue, but she doesn’t. “…Okay?”

“I need you to promise me you’ll take care of her,” Heather says. “She needs someone. She needs you.”

“I promise,” Janis says. “Of course.” 

Heather nods a bit. Fiddles with the cushion on the couch. Janis wonders how much she can actually feel. “She’s a pillowcase. But she can be something big someday. She just needs someone by her side. Mac is… beyond good for her, but she… she needs you.” 

“I’ll take care of her,” Janis says. “I promise.” 

“Good,” Heather says with a sigh of relief. “Good. I know you’re mad at each other, but… don’t let this ruin it.”

“I won’t if she won’t,” Janis says. “It’s a stupid argument.” 

“It is,” Heather agrees quietly. “I just… know how much damage stupid arguments can do.” 

Janis nods empathetically. “I’m… really sorry about what happened to you.” 

“Me too,” Heather says softly. “But I’m not sure things would’ve been much better if I’d survived.” 

“What do you mean?” Janis asks. It should be weird, making conversation with a ghost. Weirder than it is. Janis feels like she’s just talking to a new friend. Who happens to be translucent. 

“JD would’ve still been around, I don’t know if he would have come after me again if I survived the Drain-O,” Heather begins. “I died quickly. I barely felt it. He might’ve done something else. And, I mean, look at what happened to your friend.”

“Regina?” Janis says. “She’s fine.” 

“To you,” Heather says. “She got hit by a bus going twenty miles an hour. She’s probably got all sorts of pain that’ll never go away. I’m glad she got a chance to make amends and build new relationships with you guys, but she’s probably suffering in ways that’ll never leave her. I’m… I think I’d rather be dead.” 

Janis is quiet. Truth be told, she hadn’t thought about what Regina would be going through after the bus. But Heather is right. Regina had at least four surgeries, two of them emergencies to save her life. Her spine broke, among numerous other internal injuries. The more sadistic part of her might be glad Regina’s hurting in such a way. But now… it just makes her sad. 

“I’m not trying to excuse what she did to you. Veronica told me what happened. Well, I kinda… made her tell me. I’m sorry that happened to you,” Heather says. “But… I really think you should let her, if she tries to apologize and make amends with you personally.” 

“I will,” Janis agrees quietly. “Did you get to do that with anyone?” 

“The people that really matter,” Heather nods. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m content. Whenever Ronnie’s ready to… to let me go, I’ll… be ready.” 

“You don’t seem ready,” Janis says, trying not to sound accusatory. 

“I don’t have a choice,” Heather snaps. Janis holds her hands up in immediate surrender. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s fine,” Janis says. “Sorry for pushing your buttons.” 

“You really are like that pillowcase,” Heather says. Her tone doesn’t match the affectionate look in her eyes. 

“Am I?” 

“Yeah,” Heather snorts. She seems so regal, even as a ghost in what appears to be lingerie. Janis laughs hearing such a sound come from her. “You’re both huge fucking nerds.” 

“Hey!” Janis laughs. 

“It just… as soon as we met you it made sense that you’re twins, even though you’ve been separated for so long,” Heather continues. 

“I think that’s how we both felt too,” Janis says. “I see why she wanted to be friends with you.” 

“I don’t know that you do,” Heather admits. “Anyway. Sorry I kept you from your painting.”

“It’s fine,” Janis says. “I’m glad I got to talk to you.” 

“Me too,” Heather says. 

Janis stands and starts packing up her things. Heather stays, seeming to want to linger in the land of the living for just a bit longer. Watching Janis has to be slightly more interesting than watching Veronica sleep. 

“Can I ask you something?” Janis asks as she screws the lid on her last tube of paint. 

“I dunno, can you?” Heather hums haughtily. 

“Bitch,” Janis snorts. 

“Yes, thank you, glad you caught on,” Heather says. “Shoot.” 

“Are you scared?” 

“Scared of what?” 

“…Whatever comes next for you,” Janis asks, not entirely sure how to phrase what she’s trying to ask. Heather pauses, floating aimlessly a few inches off the ground. 

“Not… really,” she says after a few minutes. “Not of moving on. I’m already dead, I think the hard part’s done with.”

“But…?”

“But I’m scared of what I’ll miss,” Heather admits softly. “The things I’ll never see. Friends I’ll never see again. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye for a lot of people. And I’ve… kind of had to come to terms with the fact I’m not going to. And I’m terrified of never getting to see her again.”

“Her?”

“Veronica.”

“Do you… are-are you…” 

“Yes,” Heather admits. 

“You should tell her,” Janis says sadly. 

“It’d only hurt her more,” Heather says with a shake of her head. “And she has Mac now. She has her person.” 

“I hope you’re happy wherever you end up.”

“You too,” Heather says honestly. “Goodnight, Janis.” 

“Goodnight, Heather.”

—————

Janis resumes her painting the next morning after a fitful night of poor sleep. She looks up and back down quickly when Veronica comes quietly padding down the stairs.

“Hey,” Veronica says sheepishly. 

“Hi.” 

“Can we talk?” 

“Sure,” Janis sighs, putting down her brush and looking at her sister. “Talk.”

“I’m sorry,” Veronica says. “I was totally out of line last night.” 

“Yeah, you were,” Janis agrees. 

“I don’t think I’m wrong for being mad at them, but… not to that extent,” Veronica continues. “And I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I was a major asshole.” 

“You were,” Janis says again. “But I’m stuck with you, so I guess I can forgive you.” 

“So gracious,” Veronica snorts. Janis leans in and rests her head against her shoulder. 

“Lucky for you.” 

“Get off, loser,” Veronica laughs. 

“No,” Janis says, leaning in even closer in spite of her sister trying to shove her away. She loosens all her muscles so Veronica is just trying to push away her dead weight. Eventually she gives up and lets Janis stay for a while. “…Are you okay?” 

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks in confusion. Janis watches as she tries and fails to surreptitiously dry her sweaty palms on her pants. 

“I’ve never seen you like you were yesterday. Was scary,” Janis explains. “Did something happen?” 

“No,” Veronica says, too quick to be believed. Janis doesn’t press her anyway. “I just… snapped. But I’m fine. Swear.” 

“You should tell Mama if somethings going on,” Janis says quietly. 

“Nothing is happening! I’m fine!” Veronica huffs. Her hand tightens uncomfortably around Janis’ knee. Janis resists the urge in her gut to pull away. 

“Okay, okay, jeez,” Janis says. “Chill.” 

“Sorry. But seriously, I’m fine,” Veronica says. 

“You’ve been distant lately, too,” Janis mumbles. “Did I do something?” 

“No, Jan, seriously,” Veronica sighs. “You’re fine, I’m fine. It’s fine, just forget it.” 

Janis doesn’t think she can. “Fine. You wanna see if Cads and Dame can come over for a real movie night?” 

“Sounds tits.” 

“Yes!” Janis cheers. 

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