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THIS IS A NEW AU?!?!?!? AND A NEW MULIT CHAPTERED FIC?
welcome to the first fic in the mean heathers au. thats right. a crossover au. bear and i have so many hcs and ideas about this au, and this was so much fun to write. keep in mind, this is only chapter one....much more to come
Tw: d slu, the ususal
mean heathers au ft bmc
Veronica stared at the hotel room laid out before her.
"Well, it's nice." Heather McNamara said, stepping into the room and lowering her suitcase.
"Yeah."
It was a nice hotel room. A bathroom, mini corner kitchen, two beds, a closet, and a dresser. Just-
very small.
"Remind me why we're here again?" Veronica places her suitcase on the edge of the bed Mac didn't pick.
"Veronica," Heather says resembling a disappointed mother. "We are here for Ram and Kurt. This is a big sport tournament for them and we're lucky enough to be able to come here through the school."
"And?"
"And it's an excuse not to be in school." Heather finishes.
"Mhmm." Veronica teases.
Westerburg was attending some big event for schools across the nation. It featured sports for both tinies and giant and was only for the best of the best teams.
To have the tiny football team here was an honor.
"Maybe they'll fund the teams properly now," Heather said. "The tiny cheer squad and the football team have always been the better ones. They just won't fund us because we're smaller. Literally."
Veronica cackles, flopping on her bed. "This is why I don't bother with sports."
Heather grins. "No, it's just because you're lazy."
"Yo! Heather! Ronnie!" The hotel door swings open, Kurt popping his head in. "Heather wants us in the lobby, stat."
Veronica rolls her eyes standing up as Kurt disappears. "We should remember to lock that door."
"Yeah." Mac grins, getting up. "Better not keep them waiting."
The lobby was a lot nicer than the tiny room, as most things are. It was furnished with expensive-looking couches and fancy coffee tables. Sitting at one of those nice sofas already was Duke, Chandler, and JD.
Veronica, Heather, Ram, and Kurt stood at the platform where the tiny hotel ended, flagging down their friends.
Chander noticed them first, whispering something to Duke before the green Heather got up and walked over.
"Hi, Heather." Mac said.
"Hello, Heather."
Even to this day, the whole Heather, Heather, and Heather never got any less confusing for Veronica.
Duke let Veronica and Heather on her shoulder before scooping up Ram and Kurt.
She walked back over to the coffee table, dropping the two jocks roughly.
Veronica and Mac stayed on the shoulder, where it was safer.
"So, what I was about to say," Duke continued what she was talking about before grabbing the tinies. "Another school here, Northshore, they're here for soccer and football, their HBIC is a tiny. Regina George."
"Really?" Chandler's eyebrows raised.
"Mhmm." Duke nods. "Their social hierarchy is all out of wack too. Regina kicked a friend off the squad and ruined her social life only to befriend her again later, with her social life still ruined. And the tiny got replaced by a giant only for Regina to rule again."
"Must be one strong tiny." Mac said.
"Or a little bitch." JD offered, not even bothering to look up from his phone.
"It could be both." Veronica said.
"Wait I'm not done."
"Do tell more. I feel like I'm hearing the summary of a bad Netflix show."
"There's rumors of this dude, Damian. He's punched Shane Omen."
Northshore and Westerburg might not be close schools, but popular kids know popular kids, no matter what. Veronica who was still fairly new to the popular kid life- had no idea who Shane Omen was.
Gotta be a pretty big asshole to get a reaction like that out of Chandler though.
"Jesus, okay. Let's not piss off this Damian."
Duke nodded. "Apparently broke his nose."
"Really?"
"Damian's got a tiny friend, Jane, Janis, something with a J. Shane was fucking with her- as one does- and Damian just decked him."
"So, all I'm hearing is that J girl is off-limits," JD says.
"You're not threatening tinies." Veronica scolds.
"It is fun to do though," Duke says.
Veronica held the shoulder underneath her tighter.
Her giant friends would never actually hurt her, but that didn't mean they didn't like to fuck around.
"Ha! Shane's a loser." Kurt said from the table.
"You've never met him," Duke says. "Quiet."
"Who is Shane?" Veronica asks tentatively.
"A boy Heather and I would party with a couple of summers back," Chandler explained. "He came to Westerburg every summer up until highschool. Biggest asshole I've ever met but man. He's a pretty good kisser."
Okay.
Sure.
"I wonder if Shane's here this year since Northshore is here." Duke questions out loud.
"Maybe. Northshore is here for tiny soccer and giant football." Mac answers.
"Two? Holy shit." Ram exclaims from the table. "You think we could take on their giant football team?"
"They'd use you as the ball." Duke deadpans.
-
"This place is big and loud and I'm just not having a good time." Janis sinks further into Damian's jacket pocket.
"We're doing it for Aaron, love." He reminds her, opening the door to the hotel room Damian has.
Janis was supposed to share with Regina, but since Damian got his own room, well- Janis was definitely staying with him.
"Couldn't we have just gotten him a 'wow you're a good soccer player' card and moved on?"
Damian chuckled. "No, sweets. We're good friends. Unless you just want a card next art show you win."
Janis huffed but provided no further argument.
Aaron was playing a game right now, actually, but the rest of the gang had to check-in. If they rushed, they could probably make it to the end of the game.
Not that it mattered. Tiny games were recorded and live-streamed into a theater where giants could watch or playback later on the tournament's website. It wasn't the same as being in the bleachers watching the game live.
Still, Damian dropped their luggage and went to meet everyone else back in the lobby.
Cady was already in the streaming room, supporting her tiny as usual. Gretchen picked up Regina and met Damian and Karen before walking to the rooms themselves.
The room was pretty empty because once again- replay online.
Cady saved three seats in the front row for the other giants and grinned hen everyone sat down.
"It's a tie with one minute left."
"I don't understand soccer," Janis said, trying to make sense of the commotion on screen.
The ball was passed to Aaron and she watched as he dribbled it down the field, shooting it into the goal.
The goalie reached out but the ball just bounced past the tips of his fingers, landing in the net as the whistle blew.
Cady jumped up with a cheer. "Yeah!"
"Did Aaron score a winning goal? I don't understand soccer." Gretchen asks with a nervous laugh.
"Yes!"
"Is that good?" Janis says.
"Yes, it's good! Northshore won the first match!"
"Hell yeah!" Regina cheered.
The live stream ended as Cady called Aaron.
"Where do we meet you?"
There was silence as Aaron responded to Cady, something the rest of the gang couldn't make out.
"Okay, we'll see you there."
Cady hangs up the phone turning to her friends. "The team is taking the bus back to the tiny part of the hotel, Aaron will meet us in the lobby."
"Okay but how long with that take," Janis says. "Tiny bus means a long ride."
"Bout an hour."
"So let's explore for an hour!" Karen says. "This place is huge."
-
"I don't think I can put into words how badly I hope you fall." Duke remarked, watching Kurt trying to do pull-ups hanging off the edge of the table.
Veronica laughed from her spot on JD's shoulder. "Ram, push him."
"Okay."
No hesitation, the jock pried his friend's fingers off the edge of the counter.
Chandler rolled her eyes. "None of you know how to act."
"Please be careful." Heather McNamara said worryingly, peering over the edge of the table where Kurt fell.
"You don't have to be." Duke sneered.
"Heather." Chandler turned to the girl sitting next to her. "I want to go look around. Come with me. JD, please try not to kill the tinies."
"Okay, Heather." Duke stood up, lifting Kurt back to the table in the process.
"Heather, you're in charge." Chandler pointed to the small girl on the table.
"Okay!"
"So, tell me moth about the other schools."
Veronica watched as both giants walked away, their conversation fading.
-
"You've reached Regina's voicemail. Either I'm busy talking shit about you or I don't want to talk to you. You know what to do, beep!"
Janis sighed, lowering the phone from her ear and looking around the room.
She lost Regina about ten minutes ago and there was still no sign of the blonde.
The was on one of the rooms off the lobby that was tiny accessible. More specifically, she was standing on the tiny platform.
There were lots of people in the room, both big and small, but no Regina Geroge.
Janis's eyes trail over the giant crowd, trying to find some of her bigger friends.
"You lost, shortie?" A voice calls out.
Janis looked to see who girls, both wearing ridiculous costumes, staring at her.
The girl who spoke was wearing green and had sleek black hair tied into a low ponytail by a scrunchie.
"No, I'm not." Janis states flatly.
Shes had enough of asshole giants from Northshore. She doesn't need it from other schools.
The girl in red looks her up and down silently. She gave off an entitled vibe and Janis didn't like it. Very pre-bus Regina.
"Can I help you?"
The red chick suddenly reached out and Janis stepped back.
"Use your words, not your hands, bitch."
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused."
"My name is Heather Chandler. You don't get to talk to me like that."
Who does this bitch think she was? Heather Chandler. Okay? Doesn't change anything.
Janis was having a pretty shitty day She didn't need this.
"And I'm Janis Sarkisian. Great, we're on a first-name basis. Leave me the fuck alone."
The green chick seemed to have a moment of recognition but didn't vocalize it. Before Janis could say anything about it, a hand landed on her shoulder.
"Sorry for leaving you, I saw somebody I knew." Regina explained. "C'mon, Damian's looking for you. Don't want him to lose it."
Jains groaned. "He needs to stop worrying about me."
"Damian?" Heather asked. "Are you two- from Northshore?"
If Janis didn't know any better she'd say she looked scared.
"What's it to you?"
"No, it's nothing. Never mind. Sorry about earlier."
Heather turned away, dragging her friend with her.
"What was that?" Regina asked.
"No fucking clue," Janis said, turning to the tiny exit. "Let's go."
They walked through the tiny halls, making their way to the lobby. "Those girls were confusing," Janis said. "One minute it's all, I'm Heather Chandler, don't talk to me like that, and the next its all, I'm so sorry. What a bitch."
"Okay, somebody isn't having a good day."
"No, I'm not. Thanks for noticing."
The anxiety of being in a whole new crowded place, mixed with exhaustion, and just lots of things going wrong today was the perfect formula for a pending breakdown.
"I need a nap."
"Ohhh me too," Regina said as they entered the lobby. "Let me call Gretchen, let her know we're here. Oh, twelve missed calls from Janis."
"Yeah. Stupid."
The whole gang sat at one of the dining tables where the hotel was hosting a Sunday bar in celebration of kicking off the tournaments. Gretchen dropped Janis and Regina off at the tiny table to get food telling them to flag her down when they were done.
To be honest, Janis wasn't that hungry. Just tired. So fucking tired.
"Yo! Space Dyke!"
God damnit.
"Not today, Shane. Seriously."
Regina and Janis turn around to see Shane Omen, backed up by a boy they've never seen before.
Janis huffs stepping back as Shane reaches his hand. "Dude. Not fucking kidding."
Not that she's kidding normally. But, with a new environment and piles of stress, she might just start sobbing.
Like that would hinder Shane anyway.
"Please, I just want to introduce you to my friend."
"We've heard a lot about the little space alien." The friend sneers.
Space alien over dyke anyway.
Whatever.
Janis was pretty desensitized to the name.
"Well, now you've met me. Leave me alone."
"Damn, she's got a bite, huh?"
Bite.
Not a bad idea.
Regina wrapped her arm around Janis. "Shane. Please take you and your goons and leave."
Shane grins. "This ain't Northshore, Reggie. You think I'll listen to you?"
"It be in your best interest too." A voice calls behind Shane.
The duo turns around to give view to Gretchen and Damian- neither looking too pleased.
Shane's friend shugs. "And what would you do about it?"
Gretchen raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
Without a warning, a hand grabs Janis off the platform. "What. Would. You. Do. About. It?"
Why doesn't Regina get picked up and messed with?
"Hey!" Janis pushed at the fingers wrapped around her. This was pretty par for a school day, but-
This was supposed to be a fun week to support Aaron.
What the hell.
"Put her down!" Damian steps forward.
"And who are you to do anything about it?"
Gretchen pauses for a moment before ginning, stepping next to Damian. "That's Damian Hubbard."
Shane's friend holding me laughs. "Damian? You're kidding. Shane- this is the dude who broke your nose?"
Shane huffs but can't defend himself over his friend's laughter.
"Jesus, and here I thought I should be worried."
The fist around Janis tightens, further then Shane's ever fucking done.
She almost preferred Shane.
Almost.
"Stop-" She couldn't breathe.
Her ribs hurt.
What the fuck.
"What you gonna do about it, Damian." The dude holding Janis mocks. "Punch me? I'd like to see you try."
"Oh fuck! Get em, Damian!" Regina cheers.
If Janis could breathe, maybe she'd laugh.
There's a whacking sound as the fist around her releases and Janis can only assume Damian did fact, punch him.
She had bigger worries though as she went from an extreme lack of air to being surrounded by nothing but-
This truly felt like your average school week.
It felt just like Northshore.
The hands, the grabbing, the freefall and the-
Janis landed on a warm surface just like normal
-the catch.
Damian's fingers wrapped around Janis the second she was securely in his hand.
Janis looked up as she was brought to Damian's chest to see Shane's friend bent over, holding his nose.
Regina was cheering, still on the ice cream bar counter.
"What the fuck was that for?" Shane asked stepping forwards aggressively.
Damian shrugged. "Did he not literally say he wanted to see me try?"
"Yes, he did!" Regina grinned.
Y'know when a cornered dog lashes out? Yeah, Shane resembled that.
He stepped towards the tiny platform. "You're a fucking bitch Regina George. I hope you know that. I could fucking kill you if I-"
"Hey, Shane?" Gretchen tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn around.
"Wha-"
There was a loud smack that echoed through the room- over the other conversations around up.
Shane's hand shot to his cheek. "Did you just slap me?"
"I'll do it again." Gretchen stood to her full height, chest to chest with Shane. "Fuck. Off."
Janis felt Damian's fingers tighten around her. Not painfully just- defensively.
Fortunately, Shane and his friend walked away, both clutching their faces.
"I guess that solidifies the rumors," Gretchen mumbled, glancing over the crowd, most of whom were staring at the four of them.
"What rumors?" Regina asked, allowing herself to be scooped up by Gretchen.
"Nothing lets just- eat ice cream."
-
Heather and Veronica sat in one of the tiny spaces in the hotel.
They were just little areas with sofas and vending machines but- they were tiny-sized and it was nice.
"Have you seen Kurt or Ram?" Heather asked.
"No, maybe it's for the best. They're probably doing something stupid." Veronica said, glancing up from her phone.
"Yeah."
Three kids their age walked into the room, making way to the vending machine. Veronica didn't may them much mind, a lot of students stay at the hotel for the event, there have been lots of kids walking in and out. They typically didn't interact.
"Um, excuse me?"
Typically.
Veronica looked up to see a girl with two-toned length hair. She wore a baggy denim jacket covered in paint and fancy patterned fishnets.
"Do you happen to know a Heather Chandler?"
"Uh, yes? Why?" Heather responded.
The girl shrugged. "You all have a similar get-up. Wasn't sure if it was a coincidence." She stepped closer as her friends finished up at the vending machine. "I'm Janis."
"Veronica."
"Heather."
Janis' eyebrows raised. "Two Heather's in the same friend group? Doesn't that get confusing?"
"Actually there's three. And yes, it's confusing as fuck." Veronica nods.
Janis grinned. "Sounds rough."
The boy she was with stood next to her holding candy from the machine. "I'm Aaron, the girl kicking the vending machine for her chips is Regina."
There's a clunk and Regina bends down. "Got it!"
Janis shook her head. "Well Heather and Veronica, maybe we'll see you around."
The trio waved bye and they turned down the hall, their voices fading.
Heather waved after them before turning back to Veronica. "Well, they seem nice!"
oh ho ho when i say me and bear have talked about this for weeks- i mean weeks. this will be fun
I think i may have sent this to you before that kurt would play around william’s bicep like a monki…..and fhat is true but so would harper….monki harper
they just. sit there together. have fun being monki together i think they would probably get along up there :3
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This guy has been hosting the scary movies on a local channel for years. One time when Kurt was about 4, he had a bad cold and so his parents gave him some cough syrup and it knocked him out. Little Kurt woke up at about midnight, found himself alone in his parent's bed. He was sick, feverish, medicated, disoriented, and therefore not sure where he was. The room was pitch black, except for the light coming from the TV. And on the TV was this vampire guy hosting the weekly friday night horror film. Baby Kurt freaks. The. Fuck. Out. Starts screaming for his parents.
To this day, Kurt hates vampires, especially this guy. He remembers that night vividly, and seeing him takes him right back to that night. Burt never lets him forget it, and it's one of the very first stories Burt ever told Blaine about tiny Kurt.
*any resemblence to the very first time I saw the Thriller video, in the middle of the night in my parents dark bedroom when I was 3 is purely coincidental.*
