Yandere Lagoona Blue x Reader

Chapter 3:

Lagoona hung her head as she stared in her bathroom mirror. Her reflection, which she was normally proud of, seemed to reflect an even uglier and meaner girl. She shivered.

The insecurity that nibbled at her had never bothered her this much before. Now, as she realized your dislike for her, it seemed to have grown bigger than ever expected. She eyed her tummy, which was perfectly flat. But maybe to was too flat? Her chest was small. Maybe it was too small? Her hips were small as well. Maybe they were too small?

A headache began to form, and she massaged her temples to try and release some of the pressure she felt building up. It didn't help, and only seemed to move it from place to place across her forehead.

Lagoona grumbled. Nothing about her seemed good anymore. Her confidence had dropped majorly, and she still didn't understand why. It was just a human girl! Why would that human girl matter?

Lagoona didn't understand anything about the situation. She was usually able to shrug comments off like it was nothing. But now? Now she wasn't sure what she was going to do about your newfound hatred.

Lagoon slapped herself mentally. She was being dramatic! She needed to stop acting out.

Lagoona frowned deeper.

She drug her tired body to her mattress, and she flung herself on it and wrapped up in a blanket. She grumbled more.

Why did your opinion matter? It never has before. Granted, she never knew you before yesterday. But now that she knew of your existence, everything you said mattered.

She shrugged and decided to make a deal with herself. If she saw you again, then she'd try to befriend you. If she didn't, and her life went back to normal, then she wouldn't worry about it.

After a mental handshake, she dropped her shoulders and closed her eyes for bed.

***

You trudged your way to the diner that Jackson took you to the day before. Even though it was early into the morning hours, you felt the emptiness and loneliness of the diner to match your own emotions and took comfort in it.

You opened the door, listening to the quiet entry bell. Once you had scanned the room for an empty seat, you made your way over to it.

You wedged yourself into the booth and pulled out your phone, clicking on a social media page while you situated yourself. The first post to pop up was, of course, the swimming team. You cringed at their perfect, beautiful bodies and their angelic swimming patterns.

You looked at the window beside you. A tired, lonely reflection stared back at you. You were absolutely disgusted with what you saw, and you turned your head around to ignore the window again.

An elderly werecat waddled to your table, and you smiled up at her. "Hi, Miss Marge."

She smiled back. "Hi, sweetie. What can I get for you?"

"Um...maybe just a (F/F) milkshake?"

"Sure thing, baby."

You frowned as she left. You really were disgusting.

"Ey!" A man called.

You turned to look at him. An older, attractive fish monster was staring back at you from the bar of the diner.

"Hm?" You asked. "Can I help you?"

"Why're ya frownin'?"

"Oh, I'm not!" You replaced your once grimace with a wide grin.

"C'mon, kid. Don't beat yourself up over a milkshake."

"What do you mean?"

"That's why yer upset, ain't it? Teens always are upset over their image." He shook his head. "I'm Jax, by the way."

"Well Jax, I'm (Y/N)." You ignored his other comments, choosing to act as if he had never said them at all.

"Y'know, my sister was always like that before she passed. Always worried 'bout her weight and her stomach fat. Wish you kids knew..."

You entertained his words. "Knew what, sir?"

"Knew that a scale ain't worth a fuck." He took a shot of something very smelly and very intoxicating. "Knew that those supermodels are sad and...and hungry. Least you ain't hungry. And sad. And miserable cause of a bowl of rabbit food!"

You stifled a giggle. "Rabbit food?"

"Yeah. That's all those supermodels eat, ain't it? Lettuce and spinach and carrots? Bunch of rabbits." He chuckled at your lightened mood. "It's good ya got somethin' filling. You ain't old enough to worry about yer weight."

The man slinked out of his chair and put on an old, tattered coat before walking over and patting your shoulder. "Take care, kid."

You showed him a genuine smile. "You too, sir."

And just as quickly as he had entered your night, he left. You slumped against the booth and waited patiently for your cup.

***

Lagoona opened the door to the diner, no longer feeling insecure and inferior. Instead, she felt confident in her looks and her personality, and her mind was set on enjoying a meal by herself.

She stepped a foot into the diner and inhaled. There's no time for contemplation!

Lagoona's eyes landed on your figure, which was hunched over in a booth with a (F/F) milkshake in hand. She felt her ego shrink immediately, almost as if you absorbed it.

Her eyes widened. What was she going to do now? She had came to the diner to get away from you! Not to be with you!

She slinked into the diner and took a seat as far away from you as possible. She didn't want to be seen. You ruined her confidence so easily, and she didn't want to embarrass herself further.

Lagoona waited for the waitress to come around before ordering a basket of fries and a soda. She had lost her appetite, and only wanted to stay to see if you'd notice her.

You didn't.

She frowned. Lagoona had expected to never see you again after hanging out with Jackson, just as she had never noticed you before. So why were you popping up everywhere now?

Maybe you were there to eat. Or maybe you were there because you knew she'd be there. Maybe you were there to constantly hold her ego down.

It didn't matter to Lagoona, though. What mattered was that she saw you again. Was it a coincidence? Maybe. Was she going to overanalyze it and trip herself out? Definitely.