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The Wrong Benson

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: some coarse language

‘I don’t want kids coming up to my child going, ‘In 5, 4, 3, 2’, Hubbard.’ aka an unnecessary long chapter featuring some big news about a little bundle of joy. :)

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Janis was out for some errands this morning while you stayed home to do chores and make lunch. The rest of the grownups were at work, and Damian out back just scrolling on his phone. Nemo kept him company. Oh, and, Kalia was at school. You had dropped her off a couple hours ago.

You were finally done cleaning the living room and the kitchen so you moved on to the rooms, starting with the home office, guests rooms, Kalia’s bedroom and the last being yours and Janis’. The desk was a little messy since Janis had been working on an art piece.

You picked up the canvas first, setting it properly against the wall so it stood out of the way. Then you stacked all her supplies together and put it aside. While you did so, your eyes fell on the canvas again, intrigued by the completely dark greyish background of it.

Nemo had walked in at this point, snapping you out of your daze, making you stub your toe. Then, some items fell to the floor: paint brushes, palette with dried paint, and some photos. Including an ultrasound print. Your eyed went wide and you froze, dropping the items with a clatter. Nemo walked up next to you, concerned. You were in shock, did this mean—

“Hey, honey. I’m home.” Janis’ voice was heard, you turned your head but your vision was out of focus. You gulped as you saw her blurry figure walk towards you, and you were still holding onto that print in your shaky hand.

“Is— is this yours?” You stammered.

It had to be hers. You knew how yours looked like, and they were all in Kalia’s baby book. Also, Janis’ name was on the information section up top. “Ours, actually.” Janis chuckled, you felt the dip in the mattress next to you. You immediately tackled her into a hug, bursting into tears, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve gone with you.”

“Oh, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, silly.” She rubbed your back, voice quivering too.

“How long—” You choked on a sob.

“About five weeks today.” She sniffed, taking in a deep breath.

“Say, what?” Damian gasped. You broke away from the hug, and spotted Nemo nicely sitting by the bed. He stood up now, tailing wagging for a few before he nuzzled his face against your leg. “You’re pregnant?!” Damian exclaimed. Janis nodded in confirmation, trying not to cry herself.

“Oh, sweetie I’m so happy for you.” Damian came into the room and just hugged her. You picked Nemo up as best as you could, ruffling with his fur.

“How’s everything— I mean, oh my God, I wish I could’ve been there. It’s so nerve wracking.”

“Getting to see this reaction was worth holding out.” She chuckled, now cupping your cheek in her hand and wiping the tears away. More just fell anyway. “Everything is perfect.”

You pressed a kiss to her lips, still tearful and in thorough shock. “Good.”

“Oh, don’t cry.” Janis started tearing up too, “Don’t cry, honey.”

“So…I ordered lunch.” Damian broke the silence, “I think I’m gonna take you away because the more you cry, the more likely this woman’s gonna become hysterical because of hormones.” He led you outside to the dining room, giving Janis a minute to calm down. Nemo stayed with her in the meantime and walked out a couple minutes later from the room together.

“Drink some water.” Damian handed you a glass. You took it from him and thanked him, “I’m okay, just surprised. We’ve been anxious about trying again but the fact that we’re literally so lucky to have it work out?”

“I hear you.” Damian nodded, squeezing your free hand, “It’s a huge deal, sweetie. I get that.” He looked at Janis next, “Food will be here in about ten minutes. You better eat.”

“Of course she will, what do you mean—”

“This girl texted me earlier, ‘hahah, no biggie, but um, I might’ve passed out for a second.’”

“I did eat, it was due to blood pre—”

“What?” You could swear your heart stopped for a moment.

“I’m okay, I swear. Regina made sure I got checked out.” Janis assured then quickly pursed her lips together.

“I’m sorry— is my sister here? And I didn’t know?” You gasped, nearly choking on the water.

“It was meant to be a surprise! I’m sorry! She’s coming over tonight for dinner with Jace and Cady.”

That evening, while Carl, Grace and Akoni were busy in the kitchen, your sister arrived with her family. You scrambled to get off the couch to say hi to them, only to be met with another sight that completely made your brain glitch out. You looked between your sister and that infant Cady was holding. She just smirked and gestured for you to come over and give her a hug. You did, and you were sobbing. “My God, how many things am I the last one to know?”

“Hi, guys.” Janis walked over calmly.

“There’s nothing else, I promise.” Regina hugged you tightly, “God, I missed you all so much.” Cady was setting the baby down in the carseat when Kalia came over to take a peek. “What’s the baby’s name?” She asked.

“Marlowe.” Your sister answered and you froze, she broke away from the hug and looked at you, “I named her after you.” You were a mess today. “Okay— wow.” You sighed shakily, “Oh my God I need to stop crying.”

“She’s so cute.” Kalia knelt down next to the carseat to look at her, “Hi baby.” Then so did you while they moved on to talk to Janis.

“How are you feeling? Any better?” Once that question came out the other grownups in the kitchen— especially Akoni, were worried.

“Well, I feel like—”

“What’s going on?” Akoni asked.

“Oh, this girl fainted today because of her blood pressure.” Damian said back casually.

“Dude!” Janis smacked him.

“Okay, ow.” Damian glared at her jokingly.

“Aleka Janis ‘Imi’ike, you better tell me what’s going on. You did what?!” Akoni hurried over. Janis sighed exasperatedly while he started to ramble in Hawaiian, now you couldn’t really understand him.

“Dad, I’m fine.” Janis exhaled deeply.

“You don’t just faint.”

“Dad, I’m pregnant.” Janis blurted it out, somehow annoyed— thanks, hormones.

“Oh, my God.” He mumbled. Janis nodded, “Five weeks today, found out a few days ago.” “Oh, that is amazing. I’m so happy for you guys.” Kalia gasped, “You are?!” “Yes, my love.” Janis chuckled at her excitement, putting an arm around her as the kid now snuggled up in her side.

“How are you feeling, though? Like, are you nauseous at all?” Asked Akoni.

“A little bit, but to me that’s very good considering that I know how much worse it could get.”

He hummed, “Dinner should be okay for you, luckily. But God, I can’t believe you didn’t tell anyone for that long.”

“It’s been like what, four days, Dad.” Janis squinted, trying not to laugh, “I could barely believe it myself.”

Dinner went by quickly, then Janis was ready to head to bed. She was exhausted, and you knew how that felt like. After getting Kalia tucked into bed for the night, you headed to yours and Janis’ room to find her laying on her back and staring at the ceiling. She heard you walk in though, so she looked at you. “Hey.”

You smiled back, “Hey, Jan. Feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just…couldn’t fall asleep just yet.”

“Why, couldn’t sleep without me?” You joked playfully.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

“I still have to brush my teeth but I will be right with you.” You laughed lightly. Once you were in bed, you got under the covers and wrapped your arms around her carefully from behind. She snuggled closer, letting out a chuckle, “What, are you gonna cry again?”

“No.�� You bit back a laugh.

“Good.” She teased, “I can’t stand seeing you cry.”

“I’m not gonna cry.” You chortled. Right then, Nemo jumped into bed with you two, laying at the foot of the mattress. “Go to sleep, Jan. G’night.”

She pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “Good night, honey.”

————

Janis’ face scrunched up in distaste when she saw you reaching for a can of tuna in the pantry. “No fish for you, then.” You retracted your hand, flashing her a sheepish smile, “Didn’t notice it started to make you sick this morning.”

She sighed dramatically, “It’s hard. I loved eating fish and now it just makes me sick. Sorry, I know it was my turn to drop Kalia off this morning.”

“Don’t even apologise, Jan. I get it.” You walked closer to her, standing right in front of her and handing her face in your hands. Her eyes were bloodshot and teary from throwing up. your heart clenched at the sight as you stroked her cheek. “Remember to take your meds once your stomach has settled down, okay?” You reminded.

“I will, honey.” Janis grabbed your hand and squeezed it before she brushed her thumb over the knuckles. While she sat down at the dining table to wait, you poured her a glass of water first. It was still quite early in the day in Janis’ terms, barely half an hour after nine in the morning— so you obviously just let her sit down and do nothing at all. Not to mention the nausea she was experiencing at the moment was overwhelming. She was still taking it way better than you did during your pregnancy. Nemo spotted her sitting at the table and decided to sit next to her. “Hi, buddy.” Janis noticed that he was there, “Good morning!” She bent down to give him head scratches which he greatly appreciated. “I’ll play with you later, after my meds, deal?”

Nemo barked and wagged his tail, as though agreeing. “You’re a cutie.” She mumbled.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“Nothing.” Janis groaned dramatically, “Maybe brunch if I don’t feel like my stomach will make me waste food.” You rest your hand on her thigh, thumb stroking her skin. “Have you eaten yet? You better have.” She squinted at you. “Mm, yeah.” You nodded, chuckling at her expression, “Had some oatmeal with almond butter and banana.”

“Ooh.” She gasped softly, “That sounds good, maybe I’ll have some of that later. Do we have chocolate chips?”

“Yeah, we do. Auntie just restocked the baking stuff yesterday.” You pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I hope the nausea goes away fast today.”

“Oh, me too.” She leaned onto you, “Watch a movie with me?”

“Of course.” You smiled, putting an arm around her.

She grabbed the remote to pick out a movie and hit play. “My boobs hurt.” Janis sulked. “I know, babe.”

“I’m hating that.” Janis continued, “Why must they be so sore?”

“We can’t really control that, Jan. Increased oestrogen.” You held her tighter.

She hummed, focusing on the movie entirely. Halfway through, she was now laying down with her head in your lap. “I’m not nauseous anymore.” She grinned. “Then you need your meds.” You reminded, “I’ll go help you get them.”

“Don’t leave meeee.” She pouted.

“You need to take them soon. Aukai said to take them in the morning.”

“It won’t even be a minute babe, come on.” Your palm caressed her abdomen, “You can even see me. All your meds are in the kitchen cupboard.”

“Fine.” She sulked, looking at you with doe eyes. “It’s just two pills.”

“Don’t act cute with me.” You warned jokingly, grabbing her meds and going back to place them on the coffee table before refilling her glass of water. After taking the pills, Janis played with Nemo for a bit as promised. Halfway through the movie, Janis decided she wanted to nap. Well, she didn’t even say anything and just fell asleep. “Do you want to nap in bed?” You asked, running a hand through her hair. Janis only mumbled and snuggled closer to you— as if that was even possible with her cheek already pressed up against your lap. “You’re comfy here?” You continued, your palm naturally finding its way to her abdomen and resting on it. She smiled, a sleepy look on her face as her eyes were barely open, “Yeah.”

“Good. Rest up.”

Nemo understood somehow and played on his own after that.

You wound up finishing the movie but fell asleep too by the end of it. You were only out for like half an hour then got up from the couch after making sure Janis was laying down properly and had a blanket draped over her. Though she got a little whiny when she didn’t feel you near her anymore. But, you still had chores to do, with the first on your to-do list being cleaning the bathrooms. Someone came home while you were cleaning the first bathroom— it was definitely Damian. The rest of them were at work. He came looking for you too. “Hey, what’s up?”

“You know I can do that, right?” He squinted. “You look tired.”

“I know, but I’m not tired.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve been doing just about everything and being so worried about Janis.”

“Can you blame me?” You sighed, dropping the brush, “I just…don’t want what happened to me to happen to her if it means keeping her safe for a few more weeks until things are more stable.”

“Sweetie, she’s doing great.” Damian pursed his lips together, not wanting to sigh. He would have guessed that you were still going to be thinking about possibilities like miscarriages. “But I know where you’re coming from, even then, trust her, trust your doctor. Everything is going like she said it would.”

You nodded, “I know.”

“Let me clean the bathrooms. You go take a nap with her.” Damian nudged. “I’ll make lunch too and wake you guys up when it’s ready.”

“Alright.” You gave in, “She wants oatmeal with almond butter, bananas and chocolate chips.”

“Got it, honey. Go get some sleep.” Damian shooed you away. You washed your hands then headed back outside to be with Janis.

Once awake from her nap, Janis happily ate her requested meal while chatting with Damian. “Are you going to pick Kalia up?”

“Yeah, she’s still out and you need to be careful.”

“Hey.” Janis sulked, “I can come with.”

“If you want.” Damian shrugged. “You’re not nauseous anymore?”

“Nope.”

“Lightheaded?”

“No, dude. I feel right as rain.”

“Okay then, we’ll go together.”

————

The second Kalia saw Janis, the girl sprinted to her. “Mommy! Hiiii!”

“Hi, my love.”

Damian was waiting in the car, and once they got in, Kalia started telling them about her day. “Ooh, um you’ve been liking sour candies so I traded my Swedish Fish with Natasha for Sour Patch Kids.”

“Oh, honey, you didn’t have to do that.” Janis gasped softly, taking the mini pack of sour gummies from her, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled and snuggled up with Janis.

“You wanna share ‘em?” Janis laughed, wrapping her arm around the 6-year old.

“Okay.” Kalia shrugged, “Did you have a good day too?”

“I did, sweetie. It was fun, got to sleep in and play with Nemo for a bit.”

“Did you make mama take a nap again, Uncle Damian?” She leaned forward, asking knowingly.

“I did, and what about it?” Damian joked.

“She doesn’t really like naps.” Kalia noted, “She must’ve been not happy about that.”

“Oh, honey. Trust me, she was tired.”

Kalia crossed her arms on her chest, making Janis cackle. “Come on, man. Back me up on this.” He glanced at Janis.

“I know, but she’s so cute!” Janis gushed, “Here, eat this.” Janis held the piece of candy by Kalia’s lips. She ate it and muttered a thank-you.

“What are we having for lunch?”

“Um, I ordered a pizza.” Damian answered proudly, “I think you’ll love it.”

The car ride home was relatively short, but Kalia gleefully took over Damian’s Spotify for all of ten minutes. Once the car was parked, Kalia got out and rushed to look for you. She spotted you in the kitchen making tea and immediately hugged you from the side, “Hi, mamaaaaa.”

You gasped, “Oh, my gosh. Hi, my love. How was school?”

“It was gooood. I traded my Swedish Fish for Sour Patch Kids so mommy could have them.”

“You did?” You smiled, even she caught on that Janis had been craving a ton of sour candy and food.

She nodded, “Did you have a nice nap?”

“Well, you know me, babe. Not a big fan of naps.” You snickered, “Go wash up and come back out for lunch, yeah?”

“Okay, mama.”

As Kalia disappeared into her room, Janis came up to you next. “Hi, baby.” Janis pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Hi.” You turned around to face her, “You had lunch?”

“Yep, oatmeal.” She said, “How’s the pain?”

You inhaled deeply, letting out a bit of a sigh, “It’s…the same. Like last night.” You screwed your eyes shut and shook your head, “Sorry. I shouldn’t be—”

“Don’t apologise. Never apologise for that, you’re handling your thing, I’m handling mine…but we’re always gotta have each other’s backs, honey.”

You turned back around to grab your mug of tea, giving her nothing but a nod. “Did you take another dose at all after the first one last night?”

Damian, seeing that you and Janis were talking, gave Kalia her lunch once she walked back out. “I did, no difference.” You answered simply and sat down next to Kalia to have some food too. “That’s okay.” Janis replied, and was honestly bummed that was the case. You shifted your focus onto Kalia, letting her basically talk your ear off. And honestly? That was your go-to when you needed something else to focus on than the pain in your abdomen. Or your back too, sometimes. Your leg pain from sciatica flares used to be the worst thing ever, but ever since your new diagnosis, that became the least of your problems.

After lunch, you helped Kalia with her homework in her room while Janis and Damian hung around in the kitchen chatting.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Janis blinked. “Um, well I’ve been thinking about names…it’s a little early, I know. But I’ve got some time on my hands.”

“Hey, you do you, sweetie.” He laughed, “So…can I hear ‘em?”

“You know what’s weird? All the dreams that me and y/n have had while pregnant, the babies are never boys.”

“Maybe that’s just a thing. Like, y’all are just girl moms, you know?”

Janis nodded, “Okay, anyway. y/n’s all for Hawaiian names so I thought of Meilani and Mahina for girls. For boys…I don’t know why they all start with M, don’t ask.”

Damian chuckled.

“I only have one. Makoa.”

“That’s fine, Jan.”

“It’s like, I just couldn’t think of any. But for girls? I got so many ideas. Even middle names— tons.”

“Maybe you just have a feeling it’s going to be a girl.” Damian told her, “That’s cool. I vote for Meilani.”

“y/n did too.” Janis laughed, “She chose Olivia for a middle name.”

“That’s pretty.” Damian nodded.

“I know.” Janis continued, a bright smile tugging at her lips, “It means ‘olive tree’, ‘olive’. But um, too us— well, or her, Olivia is always going to be that character on TV she loved. She wants the baby to have that same badass energy, which honestly, hell yes. I love that idea.”

“Maybe if it’s a boy, y’all could consider Benson.”

Janis burst into a laughing fit but then her face abruptly turned serious, “Wait that’s actually pretty good.”

“Why’d you laugh so much then?” Damian asked, curious.

“I know you were referring to Olivia Benson, but the first Benson that came to mind was Freddie Benson— from iCarly.”

“He’s not that bad.” Damian snorted.

“Sure, but I’d rather my child be associated with that particular police captain than a web show nerd. Although both are fictional characters.”

Damian shrugged as a comfortable silence lapsed between them. While the two best friends soon continued chatting, the patter of Nemo’s feet on the wooden floor could be heard in the distance as he departed the living room and began to look around for you. Quickly, he found himself in Kalia’s bedroom with you. “Hi, buddy.” You saw Nemo walk in. He laid down in Kalia’s bed in the space between you and Kalia. She ruffed with his fur.

“We’re almost done with the homework.” You told her.

“Yup.” Kalia nodded, filling in the next blank on her worksheet, “Mama, is this answer correct?”

You looked at her work, “Yes, baby. Good job.”

Kalia smiled brightly, satisfied with her work, “Can I go to Maia’s birthday party?”

“When is that?”

“Her Dad said next Sunday.”

“That should be fine, I’ll talk to mommy though? Make sure she doesn’t have anything planned?”

“Okay, mama.”

Kalia’s homework was done in less than an hour, then she said she was too sweaty so she wanted to take a bath. You grabbed her towel for her and watched her pick out her own clothes. “You got it?”

“Yessss.” Kalia smiled, “Thank you for helping me with my homework, mama.”

“Anytime, my love.” You kissed her head and off she went to the bathroom to shower. In the meantime, you went looking for Janis and asked Nemo to come with you. He followed you right at your heel.

“Hi, honey.” Janis heard you behind her, walking.

“Hey.” You slid into the chair next to hers and held onto her hand. Nemo went over to where his toys were and grabbed one of them in his mouth before returning to you. He’d grabbed his favourite little pig plush. You chuckled when he dropped it on your lap.

“You wanna play?”

He barked. “Fetch?”

He barked again. In comparison to Nemo’s current size, the toy was tiny. But, it was one of the few toys he had picked out himself when you and Janis took him out to the store to buy his food and supplies. You tossed the small toy and watched him scamper away, excited to fetch the toy back for you. Of course, as usual, that went on for quite awhile until he decided that he was bored. Then, he plopped down next to you instead. “Bored now?” Janis laughed. “Seems like it.” You hummed, “How you doin’?”

“I’m good,” Janis pressed a kiss to your cheek. You kissed her back. Janis continued, “Just been chatting with Damian, throwing around some names to see which ones sound better, things like that.”

You sulked just slightly, “Still no dreams with any names yet?”

Janis laughed, amused by your expression, “We have time, it’ll come. If not, I’m sure we’ll have a blast choosing it. We already have some solid choices, honey.”

You pecked her on the lips and smiled, eyes scrunched into the shape of tiny crescents. It seemed that Janis mirrored your expression. “Oh, Kalia asked if she could go to Maia’s birthday party. Next Sunday.”

“Of course she can! Why not?”

“I just wanna be sure you weren’t planning on having us go anywhere.”

Janis nodded in understanding, she’d made surprise plans before which none of you knew about until you were all about to leave the house, with the only knowledge being ‘we’re going somewhere’.

“Remind me again, Maia is…” Janis sighed quietly, mentally sifting the names of the first grader’s classmates.

“She has two Dads.” You reminded her.

“Got it.” Janis nodded swiftly, then popped up from the chair like she just remembered about a task she forgot to do. You panicked slightly, looking at her with wide, concerned eyes. Janis turned on her heel to make her way over to the pantry, grumbling to herself as she rummaged the cupboard.

“What are you looking for?”

“Aha!” She gasped, victorious, coming out from behind the dark, slightly creaky wooden door with a partially eaten bag of none other than her beloved snack— li hing mui.

“Oh thank god.” You mumbled. Damian chuckled quietly and patted you on the back, “Don’t worry.”

“You want one?” She offered, taking off the plastic snack clip. The bag crinkled as she eagerly dug into it. You declined, it wasn’t really your thing unless you needed it. Like, when you were sick and nauseous. It was your saving grace. You stepped over to the fridge and got yourself a can of diet coke, then the pantry for some pretzels.

“You guys never change.” Damian remarked.

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, yeah?” Janis offered him the snack too, but he declined as well, “More for me.”

By the time the sun had set, the rest of the family had come home from their days at work, promptly filling the empty space with so much warmth with just their presence alone. Dinner was shared over some work anecdotes, laughs and Kalia’s sheer excitement of being able to attend the birthday party of one of her friends. Nothing spectacular happened, just the everyday things. Everyday conversation. But that was life, most calm, quiet maybe a little boring. Other times were more exciting.

Janis was excused from chores after Carl and Grace’s insistence— and Akoni watched her like a hawk to make sure she didn’t move a muscle. Janis grumbled, but her father didn’t care. “You need rest.”

“Dad, I’ve been getting plenty of rest.”

“I know. But it’s good to get more rest right now, you look tired.” Akoni answered calmly, “Morning sickness takes a toll.”

“Damian suggested Benson for a name.” Janis abruptly changed subjects.

The man squinted, looking at his daughter like she was joking. Except she wasn’t. “Do you…like it?”

Janis was trying so hard not to cackle at the look on his face, “Be honest. What came to mind first when you heard the name?”

“That guy from the show you and Regina used to be obsessed with.” Akoni shrugged.

“Seeee.” Janis motioned dramatically, “That’s the wrong Benson.”

“Hey! You said you thought it was pretty good.” Damian retorted.

“Yeah until I thought about this: I don’t want kids coming up to my child going, ‘In 5, 4, 3, 2’, Hubbard.”

“Talk about mood swings.” Damian rolled his eyes, focusing on his phone again.

“You don’t get to judge. I’m growing life here.” Janis threw a forgotten fruit snack at his forehead.

“Ew, what the hell is that?”

“Looked like a fruit snack.” Janis grinned cheekily.

“Why is it just on the couch?”

“I don’t know, between puking my guts up, and nearly fainting, I think I deserve some grace.” Janis snarled.

“Geez, I was just joking.”

Janis mumbled, mocking him.

“Where’s your wife?” Damian flashed a sickening sweet smile her way, making her cackle.

“She is taking a bath, after she’d tucked in Kalia for the night.” Janis shrugged.

“She’s taking a bath? In this humidity?”

“Well? If hot baths alleviate her symptoms and pain, and let her get some good sleep, who am I to stop her?”

“Did anybody remember to go refill her prescription?” Damian brought up. Janis cursed under her breath, “Shit.”

“Aaand, I’m going tomorrow.” Damian said, “Relax, you goof. Go get ready for bed, it’s getting late.”

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Chapter Three: When she smiles, all the animals, they dance

Summary: Janis is slowly healing, and finding her way back to Regina.

Notes: Comments are always appreciated, it will be posted on my AO3 as well! The chapter name is from When She Smiles by Gigi Perez :)

She rises every morning to the beeped cry of the simple alarm clock, an unwanted reminder that the day has started. She has never been a morning person, and she doesn’t see that changing in the future. Mornings sucked.

Janis slugged out of bed, dragging herself downstairs. She cracked her back and yawned. Her posture was rarely straight, something that strains and forms aches in her muscles when she sits or stands for long periods of time. Her mom said it's because she has the constant need to move, but Janis never was sure it was just that. She probably sleeps wrong.

The scent of food hit her nose, and she knew that she was going to be fed. Food was how her mother showed her love, that was a constant in her life. She sat down and smiled sleepily at her mother who greeted her with her own quiet smile.

The brunette stared down at her plate, picking at the fluffy eggs, and pushing them around her plate. She wasn’t hungry, she was much too deep in thought to eat her breakfast. She looked up and stared at her mother who was humming to herself as she washed the dishes, then she looked right back down

Regina had sat right next to her at lunch on Friday, and it freaked her out. Regina had offered to drive Janis home, and it freaked her out. Regina complimented her artwork and watched her paint.

And… It freaked her out. She wasn’t used to it.

Regina, Regina, Regina. That’s all she thought about when left alone with her thoughts for the past few weeks.

It was odd. She has Regina mapped. Integral and integrated, and immersed within each crevice of her mind. Her handprints on her memories, fingertips plucking at her heartstrings in the most painful way. She never could get her off her mind, she couldn’t scrub what's been scorched. She couldn’t drown out what was painted behind her eyes, and across each wall of her skull, drenched in color, consumed with green.

She hated it.

“Mama, when do you know when and how to forgive someone?” She asked slowly. Her mother looked up at her tender, thoughtful eyes met hers.

“Well, it depends,” Her mother hummed and dried her hands slowly with a dish rag, “People forgive in different ways, yeah? Sometimes the easiest way to forgive is to let go, and other times it takes time and effort to forgive. It’s really about how you feel, Janis.”

Janis nodded slowly, and her mom continued, “Why do you ask, ipo?”

Janis shrugged, not wanting to talk about Regina to her mother at all. The room fell into comfortable silence beside the soft hum of a fan and the sound of her cat Poe’s claws scratching against the floorboards. Poe was named after her favorite poet. What could she say? She was a sad little middle schooler.

And for obvious reasons.

She felt like those quiet moments were documented somehow. Stored deep within the crevices of the white walls, the wooden chairs.

Or maybe even more fortunately, if she ever happened to be lucky enough, within the memories of others.

“I’m gonna go on a run,” Janis informed her mother softly, standing up but quickly sitting back down when her mother gave her a deathly glare that said, ‘Not before you finish eating my eggs you’re not’. So she shoveled the rest of her food into her mouth, then slid past her mom, and dumped her plate in the sink. She turned back around again to wash it after making eye contact with her mother again, her mother was scary for a small woman, then ran to her room to get dressed.

She threw on her clothes and slipped on her shoes, rushing for no reason other than not wanting to be left alone with her thoughts.

Janis jogged, eyes fixed ahead of her. She felt her feet pound against the pavement, making the heel of her foot ache; it was exhilarating. Feeling the flush of wind on her cheeks, and the slight sting from the cold. She rounded the block, inhaling the cool air deeply. It hit her nose in an unpleasant way.

Cold. Janis got cold much too easily. Or at least that was what she was told.

But she liked running.

Running from what? She knew it was nothing, but it didn’t always feel like that.

She clenched her fists a bit as she continued to jog, forcing herself to speed up. She stretched her legs.

Running.

She ran so quickly she almost didn’t feel her feet leaving the ground. There felt like there was a stitch in her side, pain lancing across her ribs. She looked up at the sky and saw the sun peaking out behind a cloud and her thoughts of Regina came flooding back to her.

She was the melody that played in her head that cannot even be categorized as music. It was loud but quiet and it was a cacophony of random, eerie noises that sounded calming but at the same time so haunting that she felt as if her ears would bleed.

She really was obsessed.

Oh, how she despised that word.

She could feel herself being pulled down into the earth, she slowed and clutched her chest, which was burning from the exertion on her lungs.

Maybe she wasn’t the biggest fan of running. Maybe she just liked the pain, the distraction.

Fuck.

Over the weekend, Janis spent her time painting.. Or self-isolating. Maybe a bit of both. The brunette always struggled with her social battery, which was a constant in her life. She needed time to recharge, and usually, yes, she’d need a few hours but this week was so different.

Janis struggled with change, she wanted to embrace it but that was easier said than done.

So she poured what was bothering her into her art. Words have never been her strong suit, trying to articulate her emotions is difficult when they are so indescribable. She did it with passion, too.

The artist tapped the brush to her lower lip and stared at her work. A figure. Yes. That it was; A figure, a colorful mess of colors that came together to form the sun in human form, hues of yellow and orange, with splashes of purple. The texture and brushstrokes were vibrant and free.

And only one word could come to mind; Regina.

How could it not be?

She grits her teeth and stares at the painting, it becomes the only thing that she sees, stretched out for eternity, as if she wasn’t its creator.

Yes, passion is needed to express fully and transmit what’s in her heart onto a canvas…

She hated this stupid fucking painting. (She hated that she was falling in love again, or perhaps she never really fell out of it.)

A yawn spaced Janis’ lips, her back arching into a stress. Her head hurt, the caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet from her energy drink, or maybe it had, she was a bit shaky. Did the caffeine make her tired today? ADHD was weird.

(And completely debilitating at times)

Her eyes drifted absently to Damian’s coffee, she grinned to herself as she reached for it but her hand was slapped away and she pouted.

“Baby girl, you don’t need any more caffeine.” He looked her up and down and sighed, “How much did you sleep last night?”

“Er, some hours,” she waved him off dismissively. Frankly, Janis didn’t want to think. Her head hurt, she was simultaneously jittery and sleepy, and her clothes felt constricting. She inhaled sharply, and closed her eyes, letting her head thunk down on the table. She despised Mondays.

“Janis, are you good?” she heard someone ask, and she grumbled. How was she to explain to the people around her that she often felt like a single-celled organism that flounders and uses little tentacles to move, twist, and bend in a world full of people who stand on two legs?

“JJ?” And she froze. That nickname. That nickname, that only ever came from one person's lips. Her head snapped to the side to look at who spoke to her, although she already knew.

It was Regina, because, of course, it was just Regina. When was it ever not Regina nowadays?

Jani stared up at Regina. Who was looking at her quizzically. Like she was a puzzle or an equation she couldn't quite solve.

They just stared at each other, and everyone seemed to be silent. Or did they? Maybe it just felt like that. Regina was so bright in her eyes that sometimes it made everything around her seem dull.

It was only after moments of them staring at one another that Janis became aware of the heat in her cheeks. She was blushing.

“Uh, what?” Janis’ voice cracked when she finally spoke, and she cleared it.

“Are you alright?” Regina's eyes searched hers, and the brunette knew whether she answered truthfully or not, Regina would know the answer. She hated it.

“Yes,” Janice spoke quietly, looking down at her Converse and hiding her flushed face. She didn't know why but being called by her childhood nickname, by her childhood best friend, almost made her nauseous in a way… but it also made her feel warm. She really wishes she understood her emotions sometimes, I mean come on how hard can it be? People have been having emotions for all of eternity, get a grip, girl!

“If you say so. " Regina sat beside Gretchen, giving Janis a funny look.

Janis stayed quiet until the bell rang, signaling that they needed to go to class. Once again her thoughts were consumed by Regina, and it wasn't like she didn't have a social life, it was just that the blonde invaded her thoughts. Regina George was all-consuming.

She shook her head, and those thoughts that were filled with the goddess of a woman— Gosh she had to get her out of her head. She was thinking of her as a goddess now? Great. That’s just great.

Well, if Regina George was a goddess, she'd be Kakia.

Or Aphrodite.

…

“Fuck my life.” She huffed to herself, running her hands through her hair and making her way down the hallway.

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Coincidences.

That had to be what this was because unless her eyes were playing tricks on her Regina George was holding a lacrosse stick, announcing the fact she made the team, and she just so happened to decide to run the Snack Shack during those games this year because she may or may not have been slacking on community service hours.

Her father once said he didn’t believe in coincidences. He’s also said he’d have ripped her throat out if she were a man as if she should feel lucky. She was in elementary school at the time, she was 8 when confronted with that statement. Yet still, she often wondered if she happened to lack a uterus, and was born something he’d find camaraderie within, that he wouldn’t have raised his hand at her or her mother

But anyways, Janis hadn't really been planning to spend much time alone with Regina, but it seemed like that's what the universe wanted to happen. She certainly wouldn't have planned to go to the blonde's games, or have volunteered in the first place. Janis wasn't even that big on sports but she knew that the job was easy enough, so she took it. Stupid universe.

“So, Janis, seems as if we’re gonna be seeing more of each other.” Regina slid in beside her, with a confidence Janis herself could never match, the taller girl's thigh touched hers and she retracted it quickly. Regina paid no mind to it though, not seeming hurt as she usually would, more so as if she had come to an understanding, an understanding that Regina touching her scared her.

“I guess so.” She responded evenly, shrugging, and looking down at her roughed-up boots, “Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks,” The blonde paused, “Y’know, you don’t have to be scared of me, I don’t bite,” Regina offered Janis a smile, and the brunette glanced up at her, her lips twitched a bit at the corners, almost a smile, not quite, “Much at least,” Regina added and flashed a toothier grin that made her heart catch in her throat. (The fact Regina had that effect on her pissed her off.)

“Only when you’re ripping out a boy's throat, huh?” She joked, and Regina raised her eyebrows and laughed lightly.

“Oh, for sure.” Regina rolled her eyes, and then they landed on Janis, studying her with an intensity with made her squirm, “I can think of few other scenarios though.”

Janis short-circuited trying to decide what that meant, but couldn’t find a solid response so instead she changed the subject, “I-I’m not scared of you.” Janis cursed the stammer to her voice at that moment.

“Oh, you’re not?” Regina raised her eyebrow and she turned to face her, the blonde’s hand reached out to touch her own, and Janis instantly pulled away on instinct.

Regina's brows furrowed, “ Why do you do that?” she asked softly, with a genuineness that made Janis's chest feel tight.

How was she supposed to tell the blonde that there were times she would accidentally brush against a girl in a hallway and get called a weirdo or even shoved? Or how she started changing and the girls' bathroom because she would get called a pervert in the locker rooms? Or how if she zoned out too long, and a girl caught her eye, she’d be accused of ogling?

She swallowed thickly, and looked away, “I don’t know.” She knew that Regina wouldn't buy that excuse, she never really did buy any of her excuses before.

An uncomfortable silence settled, laden with the texture of coarse wool, and both seemed to grasp that some threads, once pulled, could unravel the entire fabric.

But, surprisingly, once again, she showed acceptance, nodding slowly and in doing so releasing the tension that built inside her chest, “Alright,” there was a moment of silence, “I said I’ll make it up to you, I’ll earn your trust back, I swear.”

When Janis didn't respond, Regina sighed and forced a smile, “I’m gonna find Cady, and tell her I made the team, she’s probably being a nerd spending her lunch in the library or something.” She rose from her seat on the bench.

“Probably.” Janis chuckled lightly, “Buh-bye then.”

“See you later, short stack,” Regina smirked, definitely knowing that that would push one of her buttons.

“Excuse me? I’m literally not short!?” Janis yelled after her, offended.

Regina snorted and strode away, yelling back, “And I’m not a platinum blonde.”

#love this #mean girls 2024 #rejanis #AAAAH😭

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Ipo Lei Momi

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, fluff

Candlelit dinner…and dessert by the piano

- w.c.: 3.1k

While you were commuting home from work, Janis was cooking dinner. She even had candles ready, and the lights dimmed for a more cozy atmosphere. It was Friday, and Janis had the day off…so she just thought that she’d do something nice for the both of you to kick off the weekend.

Hearing a familiar jingle of the keys, Janis knew you were home. Making sure the stove was off, Janis rushed towards the door as it opened. “Hi, my love.” Janis held onto your hands, pressing her lips against yours. You smiled, “Hi, baby.”

“I’ve missed you.”

You kissed her again in response, “What’re you making?”

“Just some pasta.” Janis led you into the living area, “Go wash up, change into comfy clothes then join me for dinner.”

“Okay.” You nodded, taking a peek at the dish on the stove: it was your favourite ravioli and there was cheesy garlic bread in the oven. While you freshened up and changed into pyjamas, Janis laid the table for dinner and lit the candles after dimming the lights a little more.

Janis was seated at the table, waiting for you when you walked back outside. She pulled out your chair for you once you got to the table though. “Thanks.” You told her. “Of course.” You could hear the smile in her voice. Dinner was calm, quiet. Just what you needed after a week of work. The dim lighting really helped you feel even more relaxed, and you were already feeling so pampered by Janis, being able to come home to your favourite dinner.

“How was your day?”

“It was pretty good, actually. They gave us free donuts and coffee this afternoon, so that was a nice afternoon treat. Nothing too crazy lined up for work, so I’ve been feeling pretty good. You?”

She hummed, nodding her head, “Well I had the day off. Played on the piano mostly, finally— it’s not just sitting there for show.” Janis chuckled.

“Ooh.” You gasped softly, “Show me later.”

“Sure.” Janis grinned.

After dinner was done, you helped wash up the dishes while Janis went over to the piano and just effortlessly started playing. You loved when she did that, but she wasn’t playing it often. Janis learnt to play the piano as a kid, then was learning acoustic and bass guitar throughout middle school and high school. Piano wasn’t her favourite as it was just an extracurricular activity that her Mom put her in for the sake of letting her have an extracurricular. Her Mom doesn’t believe that art was a feasible career option. Janis didn’t care though, she did what she was passionate about and never gave up on it despite what her mom’s been saying. She didn’t care much about other people’s opinions.

When Janis started singing, you nearly dropped the pan you were soaping and rinsing. Janis noticed and chuckled, “Be careful, darling.” That tone, sweet but so damn playful of her. And that sneaky, sneaky British accent. God.

You knew it was a Hawaiian song, but you didn’t know what it meant. Well, because you weren’t fluent, unfortunately. Regardless, you adored her voice. It was just as beautiful as she was. As you wiped your hands dry, Janis said, “Sit with me, baby.” She shifted slightly on the bench. You did as she told you to, gladly. “You sound incredible.”

Janis cracked a smile, continuing to sing the rest of the song. You just watched, and listened, entirely mesmerised.

“Do you know what it means?”

“I only recognised a few words, so no.” You told her. A breathy laugh flows past her lips as she turned to face you, inching closer and closer to your face. Her eyes were asking for permission silently. You squinted, initially confused that she left you hanging after asking that question. But, you wanted to kiss her too so you nodded and let her go ahead.

“Its. About. The. Passionate. Love. Between. Two. Lovers.” She said in between each word, smiling into the kiss every time. You gulped, backing away slightly, “What?”

“You heard me.” Janis grinned, the kisses never ending. Her hand glides up your face, thumb brushing your cheek before she squished your cheeks by holding your chin. Your lips pouted more because of her gesture. Janis snickered, “So cute.” You were panting, a little short of breath thanks to the unending makeout. You scrunched up your nose, which only made her want to kiss you even more, or bite you because you looked so freaking adorable. Her hand soon lets go of your chin, migrating back to your cheek, holding it while the kisses continued and trailed lower. You squirmed, she expected it and just laughed. The feeling of her lips on your skin made you feel all tingly, sending shocks down your back as you tried desperately to keep still.

Janis hoists you up, and you wound up sitting on the piano. But before you knew it, you were having your legs pushed apart as Janis kissed her way down, peppering kisses all over your inner thighs. You squirmed, you were ticklish. So she switched to gripping and squeezing that flesh. You didn’t even realise you’d let her slide your pants off— along with your underwear. Yeah, you really didn’t have a single thought in your brain except the pleasure that was evidently coursing through your veins.

Janis was now kneeling before you, and the realisation only hit when you forced your eyes to focus and her gaze just burned into yours, making your heart race while you watched her inch closer and closer to your cunt. Feeling the first stroke of her tongue, you let out a shaky gasp, hand balling up into a fist.

Every movement of her tongue you felt seemed to push out a noise from your mouth. It started off as quiet whines, but progressively got louder and louder. More and more obscene. So, you were holding back, trying to be quiet while she literally stared into your eyes while she savoured your pussy. Your head was spinning, your eyes were losing focus of everything but her. Contentedly kneeled down in front of you, lapping up every last drop, eager and loving. You felt like you were going bonkers, the gradual buildup felt absolutely amazing but you could no longer control your mouth. And it hasn’t even been going on for that long.

Abruptly, she stopped and went back to kissing your thighs…all the way up to the side of your knees. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that smile on her face and the way she was looking at you. ”Hi, pretty girl.” Janis cooed, her tone was low, and sent a rush of heat that pooled between your thighs as an ache. She definitely saw it, it happened right in front of her. You chewed on your lip, hoping that the whine wouldn’t make it out of your mouth, but your effort was futile. It didn’t take her more than another minute to get it out of you.

“So pretty…” She muttered, “And all mine.” Janis bit down on one spot along your inner thigh and you moaned. She hummed in approval, throwing you a praise, “That’s my girl.”

Each kiss to your thighs— well, your legs because she has literally covered the top half of them with multiple kisses already, had you incapable of keeping your mouth shut. Janis was undoubtedly happier about that than you were, hearing yourself so pathetic. “Mm…” Janis barely broke away for a second, “Don’t be so quiet…let me hear you, darling. Hm?”

Oh, and have you mentioned that she was still doing that accent? No? She was. Fuck.

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Janis didn’t say anything else after that, things were relatively quiet apart from the noises that were spilling out from your mouth. That was all she needed to keep her going, you felt so good that you could not be bothered by how you sounded. If sounding pathetic was going to get you where you needed to be, then so be it. It’s not like it was a lot of work. Well, on your part it wasn’t. No complaints from her, either.

You honestly felt like you were floating on a cloud…or sucked into a metaphorical bubble where only you and Janis existed. Because nothing else mattered to you than continuing to feel this pleasure. To the point of release. You knew that, and she knew that too. Though she was having a hell of a lot of fun eating you out slowly and gently, worshipping every single inch of your body like never before(she’s done that plenty, but every time made you feel so damn good about yourself. You’d always be on a high, dozing off with the cutest smile on your face— in her words)

Your fingers combed through her hair like a reflex, she gets pushed closer which made you gasp. Janis chuckled lowly, “Feels good, doesn’t it, love?”

You whined, feverently nodding your head. You licked your lips, a desperate diversion attempt. Useless, though. You just kept cursing and swearing, whining and whimpering. Like music to her ears, those dulcet noises from you don’t cease. Even though she kept at the same slow pace, you only throbbed harder and harder against her. You were not yet there, and so frustrated. Janis cooing at you seemed to make your blood boil as much as it did turn you on even more. She was groping your tits and her tongue was picking up its pace.

“Fuck!” You cursed aloud, somewhat out of relief, “Fuck— faster, please.”

“Mm…since you’re so polite, my dear.” Janis lets out an exhale in amusement, squeezing your tit exceptionally hard. You cried out in surprise before she continued as you wished, the strokes of her tongue becoming more forceful, swirling around your clit, pressing against it, her lips wrapping around it and sucking on it like it was candy for her. You writhed under her ministrations, you couldn’t help it. Your body was just reacting to it all, any way possible. The pleasure was intense. You were quickly starting to feel yourself get close, the coil in your core tightening and tightening. Then, Janis slowed down again and stopped.

You damn near sobbed, whining and pleading for her to continue.

Janis doesn’t say anything, and you knew that she was itching to say something. Tease you. She didn’t though, and just continued doing what she was doing.

You babbled, “…f— fuck, fuck, Janis. I—” You felt the pleasure reaching its peak, then your limbs felt like they were all tingly. You could barely see either, tears were clouding your vision. Her grip on your thighs became firmer as she kept your thighs open. She didn’t force them open, no- she just put enough pressure on them that they stayed comfortably open. Somehow, that action pulled you back into reality. And you also felt comforted, but the pleasure was overwhelming, and was then all you could focus on once again. Why? Her fingers that were teasing your folds and entrance slipped inside without warning and hooked up against your g-spot. “Come for me.” Janis encouraged knowingly. As soon as she finished her sentence, your climax started, coating her fingers with your arousal which she happily continued lapping up.

Once she literally licked you clean, you were in her arms as she plopped you down on the couch. “Be right back.” She tapped your nose and smooched your cheek.

“Nooooo.” You whined playfully.

“Just a minute.” She squished your cheeks, by holding your chin, “Getting the strap for you to be pretty and sit on it.”

You're pretty sure you just stared at her like she'd told you that you had three heads. Janis guffawed and disappeared into the bedroom. While she was busy putting the harness on, you basically stared into space while waiting. Janis reappeared soon enough, sitting down in the empty spot next to you on the sectional couch. She tapped your hand to get your attention, grabbed your wrist and told you to sit. You followed her instructions without a word, she held onto the base to let you sink down onto the length more easily while she watched. She watched how that silicone disappeared into the space between your legs, how your face contorted into a sinful look of sheer pleasure and glee. Janis grinned, her hand on the base of the strap moved back onto your cheek, cupping it as she pressed her lips onto yours, slowly moving in sync with them. The both of you broke away from the kiss slightly breathless. She couldn’t help but notice your lips were now swollen because she’d bit them earlier.

Smoothing her thumb over a spot, you flinched. She gave you an apologetic look then made up for it by groping your tit. You moaned softly in return, bucking your hips slowly for a start to get used to it. Her free hand fell on your hip then rested on your lower back to keep you from falling off. Janis couldn’t wipe that smile off her face. She loved seeing you like this, so fucked out but knew you could take hell of a lot more if you wanted to. “Why do you still have this on?” Janis grumbled, fumbling with your dress and pulling it up over your head, “That’s better.”

You bounced up and down on the length, gradually gaining a momentum that got you closer and closer. The pleasure was addictive, making you go faster and faster, wanting to feel more of it. Every thrust hit a spot deep within you just right. Janis was just…watching you with the same smile on her face, perverted for a second, but then the gaze went back to feel loving and tender. Having her hand securely on your back, feeling the warmth of it as you got closer and closer to the edge again.. Your head was spinning once more, and you cried out her name like it was a chant. She was on cloud nine, and so were you. “That’s it, darling. I got you. You are doing so good for me, love.”

A strangled whine gets caught in your throat when tears pricked at your eyes. That lump in your throat hurt, but focusing on Janis helped. You weren’t even sure what you were even saying at this point other than her name, and sounding absolutely ridiculous with all the needy noises. Janis’ hand on your tit was now holding your face, she leaned closer, kissing you. You melted into her touch, no longer rutting against her so the ache grew back way more intensely. You whined again, so Janis pushed up against you almost in retaliation. You bit her lip because you got startled, so she did the same back to you. You choked on a sob, pulled away from her face and held onto her shoulders for support so you could continue riding that silicone shaft. You hear her cooing at you, praising you…fuck, that felt good.

You were barely stable, your whole body tensing up as your second high rapidly crashed down on you. Mumbling an incoherent string of ‘yeses’ and ‘fucks’ had her smirking at you and grabbing your hips while wstching your tits go up and down right in front of her face, in tandem with your movements. Oh, then you felt her hands roaming your back and somehow, her lips had wrapped around your tit. You seethed, mouth agape at the pleasure then your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your nails now slightly dug into her shoulders, body still tense as the orgasm continued wrecking you. Your movements were sloppy for awhile, Janis doesn’t stop you from doing what you needed to do. She was having a bloody good time watching the desperate mess that you were right now.

“Do you want more, my love?” Janis tilted your chin with a finger, you looked right at her but there was not a single thought behind those eyes of yours. You licked your lips, nodding quickly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah— yeah.”

“Good.” Janis slowly pushed you off of her lap, the emptiness hit you harder than you had expected it to. “Look at you.” She cooed, “Don’t even have to tell you to open wide.” Janis groped your thigh, leaving a handprint that slowly faded away by the time she had lined up that strap against your entrance. There was no teasing, she just rammed into you. Janis didn’t hit your g-spot, but the one a little deeper. Immediately, you unraveled again following a scream. You came, hard. You even squirted, this deep of a stimulation was not that common for you and her both. You could tell Janis refrained from going too deep, knowing the length of the silicone, she didn’t want to hit your cervix and hurt you. Absolutely not. Now, she was laying on you, her clothed upper body flush against your bare one, kissing you sweetly on the lips. Her hips were still rutting against yours leisurely allowing you to ride out the rest of your high.

Carefully, Janis peeled herself off you and the thick silicone slid out of you, glistening with your slick. Janis removed the harness, abandoning it quickly before holding onto you. “Fuck.”You sniffed, “Oh, that felt so good.”

“Hm.” Janis’ lips tugged into a smile as she pulled you close to her, “I’ll say, that was a banging good time.”

You scoffed, still a little breathless.

“Hey, you can’t fall asleep yet.”

Oh, good. She was still keeping up with the accent.

“Of course I can.” You slurred a bit.

“No, darling.” She pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling away with a wet smack sound, “You gotta go to the loo.”

You whined dramatically, “I can’t walk.”

“I’m carrying you there, you drama queen.” Janis brushed the hair out of your eyes, “Come on, up we go.” True to her word, Janis carried you to the bathroom with ease.

“I wanna sleeeep.” You continued.

“Right after this.” She bit back a laugh.

“I’m sleepy.” You pouted.

“I know, love.” Janis waited until you were done then took you back to bed. “Alright, now you can sleep.” You snuggled closer to her, she just rubbed your back until you drifted off eventually. You chuckled, “I love you.”

“Oh, I love you so much more, darling.”

“Mm-mm.” You joked, “I love you more.”

“You’re so silly. Go to sleep.” Janis sighed, “You’re tired.”

You nodded, “Mhm.”

“Good night.” She hummed, “I love you the most.”

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Is it just me or are toy aisles so disorganized nowadays? Like I try to find Monster High dolls and they only have two dolls on display but, oh no wait, there's different dolls behind them?? Or I try to use the store website and dolls I know are in store aren't on the website and vice versa.

One week the store has all the different dolls and the next week they only have one doll available but tons of it??

I can't even see the full collection of dolls online at other stores and they're never organised neatly online either. Trying to find anything feels impossiblllllee.

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idontplaytrack · 3 days ago

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just a little something about rejanis to @beyoursunset ☆

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idontplaytrack · 4 days ago

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Bouquet froggy 💐 wonder who it's for!

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idontplaytrack · 4 days ago

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toe beans

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♡ asks ♡

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

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If you didn’t grow up ugly, poor or emo I don’t trust you

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The Best

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, age regression, self-indulgent fic

Amber came home from her shift to you sitting in front of the TV. You were watching Sesame Street, so she knew you were regressed. “Hi, baby.” She came up to you and sat down. You were laying with your head on a cushion at the end of the couch and pretty much sprung to sit upright once you heard her voice. “Hi, mama.” Your face lit up when you saw her. She smiled back, and gave you a hug, “How ya doing?”

“Okay.” You muttered.

“Good, I’m gonna go change my clothes then I’ll be right back, hm?”

“Okay.” You said again, letting go of her. You grab the remote and went to watch Barney and Friends instead. When Amber returned, you clung onto her again. “You really want hugs, don’t you?” Amber asked rhetorically, brushing the hair out of your eyes. You only nodded, then she asked if you wanted her to do your hair, you agreed so she went to get your hairbrush and some hairties. It was quiet for awhile until, “What do you want for dinner?”

“Nuggies?” You asked hopefully.

“How about some mac and cheese, too? Would you like that?”

“No.” You declined that offer, sulking. But your eyes were sad, she could see that.

“Just the nuggets, then?” Amber asked to confirm. Once you nodded your head, she stepped into the kitchen to pop some of those onto a tray and into the oven. She came back to you immediately after that, “Come here.” Amber guided you to lay your head in her lap but you would very much rather sit in her lap instead, or cling onto her.

“Okay, okay. C’mon.” She chuckled, squishing your cheeks, “You’re okay, you’re alright.” You sat in her lap, legs bracketing either side of her hips while your chin rested on her shoulder. “And how do you watch Barney like this, baby?” Amber laughed, rubbing your back.

She slid off the couch and sat on the floor so you could see the TV, and she faced the wall instead. “There, now you can watch TV.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled softly.

“Of course, baby.” She spotted the plush pile on the floor and reached over to grab one of them for you. “I got you, hm? You’re safe here.” Amber could barely feel that nod as you took the Abby Cadabby plush out of her hand. But at least you were communicating. Somewhat. And then you smacked the plush on her head and giggled. “Hey!” She warned jokingly, then Amber couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sowwie.”

Well, now Amber’s grabbed your Elmo plush and used his hand to lightly swat your head with it. She snickered, letting you have that plushie too before resuming the calming motions of her palm going up and down your back. “Don’t fall asleep, baby. We need to eat dinner in a bit.” Amber reminded.

“Okay, mama.” You muttered, Elmo landed onto the floor with a soft thud. Abby was still your ultimate favourite. Well…and Barney. But that was a different show altogether.

“What’d you do today?”

“I come home.” You began, “And— and I nap.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I was mad.” You continued, “Then…then I cry. People are mean.”

“I know, lovebug. It’s okay, don’t care about those people. Yeah? I’ve got you now. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

The oven dinged a little while later. So Amber slipped you off her lap to get the food plated. “You want any dipping sauces?”

You hummed in thought, “Ketchup?”

“Ketchup? Okay, baby.”

Dinner was…quiet. Apart from the sounds coming from the show you were watching, neither of you talked. Until you pushed away your half-eaten plate of chicken nuggets and french fries. “You okay?”

“…’m full.”

Amber’s brows knit together in worry, this was a typical portion for you. And you weren’t showing any signs of being unwell. “My tummy hurts.” You managed to tell her.

“Where?” She asked softly, “Show me.”

“Here.” You motioned to your lower abdomen, which told her it was your period cramps…once she realised the date.

“Did you change your—”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“That’s good, honey. Good job.” Amber smiled at you endearingly, “After dinner I’ll rub that oil on your stomach for you, okay? The one that feels warm.”

“Okay.” You mumbled, staring at your plate as though debating whether or not to eat anymore.

“Don’t force yourself to eat, baby. It’s alright, just leave it. Watch your show.”

“Can I have water, mama?”

“Of course, one second.” Amber got up from the floor quickly to pour you some water in your sippy cup.

“Thank you.” You answered shyly, grabbing it with both hands.

“You’re welcome.” Amber sat back down to finish off her dinner and yours. In the meantime, you leaned onto her while your eyes were glued to the TV screen. You felt her free hand going up and down your back once again, and your body relaxed further. After Amber was done washing the dishes, you were also done with watching TV. It was getting late.

“Let’s go to our room, hm? C’mon, baby.” Amber held out a hand for you to grab then she pulled you up after you had taken a stuffed toy with you.

“Can we get a doggie?” You asked out of the blue.

“A dog?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, walking into the bedroom with Amber. She shut the door behind herself after entering. You crawled under the covers and she followed suit. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded in agreement then happily walked away to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Amber did too. About the dog, she’ll discuss it with you after you have gotten out of this headspace.

“You sleepy, honey?”

You shook your head, washing your toothbrush and rinsing out your mouth. “Want me to read you a book?”

“No.” You sulked, crawling back into bed.

“Hey, c’mon.” She sat before you, holding your face in her hands. You only stared back at her, scared of saying anything because you felt like the tears were going to fall if you did. Soon, you began to seem frustrated to her. And you were, you didn’t get why you felt like crying and hated crying. And what did you do next? You laid down and faced away from her.

“Honey.” Amber sighed softly, rubbing your back, “Lay on me, honey.”

“I don’t wanna.” You swallowed thickly, a painful lump forming in your throat. You were also getting angry at yourself, for wanting to cry. You shouldn’t be crying. Amber didn’t think that way, though. She just wanted you to be okay, even if that means letting you cry it out. Even if she didn’t exactly know what was bothering you at that moment, she just lets it happen then understood it later— if you managed to talk to her about it, that is. Otherwise…the matter would just be forgotten because it wouldn’t be bothering you anymore.

Amber didn’t insist that you should lay on her after hearing you say that. She just let you be, there was no point insisting and making you more upset. But a few minutes later, you had turned back around and scooted closer to her, wanting to be held. Again, no questions asked, just held you close.

“…’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“No, no. It’s okay, baby.” She assured and you fell asleep soon after that, finally feeling at ease in her arms instead of forcing yourself not to let her comfort you.

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The next morning, Amber made pancakes for breakfast in the shape of little hearts. Safe to say that you loved them. “Can I have whipped creammmm?” You asked excitedly.

“Sure.” She chuckled at your excitement, “You want chocolate chips?”

You nodded eagerly, picking one of the small pancakes up and taking a bite, “Fruit?”

“Grapes?” Amber suggested, standing by the fridge and grabbing the door handle.

You shook your head, giggling, “Blueberriessss.”

Amber squinted, “I hope you didn’t sneak too much syrup. But I’m glad you’re in a good mood.” She sprayed on the whipped cream, dropped some chocolate chips on your plate and put some rinsed blueberries on the side.

“Can we watch Barneyyyyyy?”

“Okayyyy. I’ll go turn the TV on.” She mimicked your tone, making you laugh harder. While she had her back turned, you grabbed the bottle of maple syrup and poured some more of it onto your stack of pancakes— and some into your mouth…right as she turned around. Amber gasped, eyes going wide, “Oh you cheeky little—”

You put the bottle down, giving her a sheepish smile and swallowing that bit of syrup in your mouth. “No more syrups.” Amber decided and put the maple syrup away. “Aw.” You sulked, eating a forkful of the practically sugar covered pancake, “Can I have sprinkles?”

Amber was trying so hard not to smile, or laugh. You were cute, sure, but she couldn’t have you get your way all the time. Especially with something like that. Consuming that much sugary stuff was a no-go. “You want sprinkles?” Amber bit back a grin. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” She turned around, grabbing the bottle of sprinkles from the pantry and gave you a single piece of it. On your finger. “There, sprinkle.”

“I have tennnn fingerssss.” You said dramatically, “Put one on each!”

“No, baby.” Amber cracked a smile, messing with your hair. “C’mon let’s finish up breakfast in front of the TV.” Amber moved over to the couch, you didn’t. You stayed at the dining table, sulking and pouting, your half-eaten plate of food forgotten about. “Mama, pweaseeee.”

“No, baby.” Amber answered firmly, “That’s too much sugar for a day.” You stared into space for a few minutes before slowly continuing with your meal, not even watching the show that Amber’s started for you on the TV— which you requested. She was the one watching it as her Saturday morning mealtime entertainment while you finished up your food without saying a word. She knew you’d do that, was not the first time.

After breakfast, you literally followed her everywhere, both pointer fingers poking her hips. “Mama.”

You kept repeating, “Mama.”

“Mhm?” She asked after a little while. “You’re a little clingy, aren’t you? Still not giving you any sprinkles today though.” Only when she responded did you stop talking. She feels your cheek smushed up against her back, your arms now hugging her from behind. Amber couldn’t help but smile to herself, this was sweet.

“I love you.” You chuckled.

“Aw.” Amber smiled, “I love you too, hermosa.”

“Can you colour with me?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Let’s go have some fun, hm? Dishes are done.” She turned around, holding onto your hand as you both walked into the living area again. You scurry to grab the colouring book and crayons from the cupboard, Amber sat on the floor waiting by the coffee table. You picked out a page while she poured out the crayons, the TV still playing your requested show which you watched every few minutes.

“You have syrup on your cheek, sweetie.” Amber noticed, laughing lightly as she swiped it off with her thumb. Yeah, she definitely had some on the back of her pyjamas because you had hugged her with your cheeks squished against her.

You just looked at her and chuckled, happily colouring in the page. Amber got up to wash her hands, then asked if you wanted a snack. You said no, but she got herself something anyway, and you some water to drink. “Drink some water.” Amber nudged, and thankfully you chugged some without fussing, “Good girl.”

You set your cup down and Amber snuck a kiss to your cheek while you least expected it. You froze and then giggled, “It tickles.” But she kept kissing you all over your face, you dropped your crayons and squealed. “You’re so cute, I could bite you.” Amber joked and playfully chomped your cheek. You gasped, as though offended, “Heeey.”

“Are you having fun?” She asked, deciding to stop messing with you.

“Mhm.” You nodded, eyes focused on the colouring sheet before you abruptly pressed a kiss onto Amber’s cheek then went back to colouring as if nothing happened.

Amber eased you into her lap, arms wrapped around you securely as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. You turned around to glance at her, nose scrunched up cutely. “You deserve everything good in this world.” Amber said, chin resting on your shoulder.

You then turned around completely, just gazing into her eyes, a curious expression on your face. “Yes, you do. Everything.”

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and you hugged Amber tightly out of gratitude. She rubbed your back, “You’ll always have me, right by your side. No matter where life takes us, sometimes things are gonna be tough but we come home and nothing else matters, am I right?” Amber got a little teary eyed, so that’s where she stopped.

You nodded, all smiles— she could hear it in your voice, “You’re the best mama, Amber. Thank you.”

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