im jk, here's the prompt: me and bear were talking about 'mixing' different characters and their sizes from different aus so here is tiny janis and giant damian from the og, with giant regina from reversed and tiny shane who I just threw in bc fuck shane. (also this has established janis x regina bc i'm a multi shipper sue me *its mild and not the center of the fic tho**.)
tw: (i always forget to add them and then feel bad) d slur, falling, graphic description of pain
The bell was going to ring soon.
I just have to make it to the tiny pick up zone.
Regina and Damian will be there.
I know he's following me but I just need to make it-
A hand grabs my shoulder.
"Hey, space dyke. Why are we walking so fast?"
"Leave me alone, Shane." I turn around to face him but don't stop walking backwards towards the tiny pick up zone.
It's just down the hall.
I texted Damian that Shane was bothering me. He said he and Regina would meet me there.
I just-
Shane walks forward as well and I whirl back around practically running now. I need to get out in the open. It's risky to be in the cameraless half designed tiny hallway.
It's only when I'm in the center of the pick-up platform that I turn around to face Shane, who of course followed me,
"What do you want from me?!"
Why me? Out of everyone in school, he picks on me.
Shane shrugged. "Looks like you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." He takes a couple of steps forward and I take equally as many back, trying to keep the space we have.
Unfortunately, when I hit the edge of the platform Shane's advances didn't stop.
"Why?" I ask again, glancing momentarily behind me. The floor was a long way away. I like to think I take minimal fall damage. I'm pretty clumsy so I drop a lot. This would maybe just knock the wind out of me pretty bad if I land right.
If I don't-
I remember around freshman year when I fell off Damian's desk and broke my arm.
Cringing slightly at the memory, I turn back to Shane.
He shrugs. "It's nothing against you, dyke. It's you're entitled bitch of a girlfriend I need to get a message to. They do say actions speak louder than words."
Actions?
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
"Shane-" There was a high level of uneasiness in my voice that made me feel pathetic. I clear my throat. "Please don't do this." I raise my hands in defense as Shane stops in front of me. He leans in and I lean back, as far as I can without losing my balance.
Shane smirks and I notice how badly I've fucked up as it happens. It only takes a small nudge from Shane for me to fall backward.
Once again, I've fallen before. But that doesn't make it any less scary.
The feeling of being air born with nothing to latch onto.
But what's worse than that?
The crash.
The tile is cold but it shoots a searing pain through my body. My chest feels like its on fire but the rest of my body feels cold despite my many layers. I roll on my side, curled into myself.
I can't breathe.
The wind's been knocked out of me.
I hear footsteps down the hall but I'm to busy choking for air.
Fuck.
Did the bell ring?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I wanted to push myself against the wall, away from the center of the hallway.
I couldn't bring myself to move.
My breaths felt shallow no matter how much air I took.
My vision was focused on the tile floor beneath me. I scrunched my eyes closed, chest heaving.
There's yelling.
I can't breathe.
A hand is touching me.
I can't fight back.
The hand scoops me up gently and I force my eyes open.
Damian.
Of course.
I don't have enough energy to move as I let myself sink into Damian's cupped hands. I close my eyes again, ignoring whatever he's whispering to me.
The yelling hasn't stopped.
It sounds like Regina.
Despite how bad I just wanted to pass out, I pushed myself into a sitting position, gritting my teeth to stop from audibly showing pain and worrying Damian.
Regina was leaning over the tiny pick up zone where Shane stood looking scared as fuck.
It was a view that almost made me laugh.
Almost.
"What the fuck did you do?!"
"I didn't do anything to her!"
I tear my gaze from the fight going on. The yelling was just aggravating my headache.
I took another shuddering breath and glance up to Damian.
"What happened, Jan?"
Before I could respond, the bell rang and I cringed a the loud ring over everything else. Damian's fingers curled around me slightly as I sunk back into a laying position. He doesn’t say anything but as I close my eyes I can feel his finger run reassuringly up and down my arm.
God, I'm so tired.
The hallways got louder as students began to travel to their next class. Damian pulls his hands closer to his chest and I open my eyes to see Regina approach.
"He's definitely going to be suspended at the least. The nerve he has, I'm going to do more than yell at him just wait-"
Regina makes eye contact with me and all her anger visibly fades off her face.
I can only imagine how I look right now. I feel like shit.
"Damian," Regina says holding out her hand. Damian gets the message and transfers me to Regina's hands.
"You okay?"
How do you respond to that? Yeah, I'm tits, I got shoved off a fucking platform.
"Fine." I say instead.
"What happened?" Regina asks as she and Damian begin walking.
"What do you think? Shane Omen fucking pushed me."
Regina scowls. "This won't end well for him, I'll tell you that."
"Regina," Damian says tentatively. "If you're gonna get all angry and plan a murder then maybe don't hold Janis?"
"No." Regina says simply. "I can multitask."
I laugh softly, leaning back in Regina's hands. My headache hasn't gone away but I see Damian silently put the white pin on his jacket and I already know that I'll probably be taking a nap next period.
"Fuck Shane Omen," I mumble trying to keep my eyes open.
Damian laughs as Regina hums in agreement.
this is half assed because i got excited at the sudden boost of fic ideas and now im rushing to write them all,,,,, whoops. Sorry? Also posting now instead of at 12 bc i can do what i w a nt
tags!! @realmisspolarbear @smallsoysauce @musicallygt @sourishlemons
