#regina george fanfiction

[superhaught]

Sweetest Girl (Chapter Five)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): continuation of angst but don't worry

Word Count: 2250, part 5/5

First ever fully finished fic if you can believe it

as per usual, @sapphicantics saw it first <3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Monday: the remainder of the day was a special kind of hell crafted just for you. 

When you left Regina in the bathroom, you sprinted straight outside to the courtyard and collapsed on the ground against a tree trunk and just sobbed. Full on shaking, head-in-hands, sobbed. If someone were there to ask you what was wrong, you wouldn’t know what to say. You were just… so overwhelmed. 

You didn’t even know when you got close enough to Regina that it hurt in your chest so bad to be… to be, what? In a fight with her? Was it even a fight? 

Everything you were feeling was a nightmare. 

You were confused but you were pissed at her for being confusing. And you were still trying to be nice and understanding but you were fucking hurt. You felt stupid for even allowing yourself to catch feelings for the mean girl. But you felt stupider for thinking that because Regina wasn’t mean. Not really.

So you just sobbed. You sobbed through your lunch hour and stopped yourself when the bell rang. You stood up, wiped your face with your sleeve, dusted your pants off, and went to class. There was nothing else to do right now, and you didn’t want this thing with Regina to ruin another class today. 

And even though you tried your best, you couldn’t focus through the end of the day. Suddenly, the final bell went off and you were being dismissed with no recollection of the past three hours worth of lectures. 

You walked home from school, taking the long way so that you could listen to fifteen more minutes worth of music and therefore, get fifteen more minutes without having to think. 

You didn’t see Regina again after your conversation in the bathroom. You were glad that she didn’t see you being a pathetic wreck over this. 

When Regina was left alone in the bathroom, she clenched her fists so hard that her manicure hurt her palms. She locked herself in a stall and punched the door after slamming in shut as tears stung the corners of her eyes. 

She took one deep breath. And then another. Trying desperately to calm herself. But it didn’t work. 

Nothing made sense. 

Regina knew, had known, for a long time, that she liked girls. But more importantly, she knew that she wasn’t supposed to. 

So her crush on Janis had to die along with their friendship. 

The tension with Cady was… well that was its own thing. Getting hit by a goddamn bus nipped that in the bud pretty quick.

She always got by pretending. She could date boys for a couple weeks at a time, perform the way she was supposed to, even have sex with them. It didn’t matter that she hated it as long as no one was the wiser. 

But you… 

You were different. 

She liked you. She really fucking liked you. And she also hated you for it. Because you were going to ruin her life. And she knew it. 

You were too fucking sweet. And too fucking perfect. And when she thought about it too hard, Regina would think stupid shit like “I’d rather get hit by three busses in rapid succession than lose that perfect, sweet, fucking infuriating girl.” 

Regina punched the bathroom stall door one more time to make herself cry because she needed to cry but she also needed an excuse to and so as the tears started to fall she took out one of those paper toilet seat covers and laid it down on the seat before sitting down and bawling. 

Twenty minutes later, Regina walked out of the stall and took her portable ice roller out of her purse, swiping it under her eyes a few times while sniffling. She cleaned her face and reapplied her makeup and then left school and took herself home early. 

Regina told her mom that she wasn’t feeling well, went straight to her bedroom, dry-swallowed her prescription naproxen, and went to sleep. 

Tuesday: you stuck to your routine to stay sane. 

You woke up at 5:30 and walked to school. You were able to get inside as soon as the doors were unlocked. You went to the weight room and worked out for ten minutes so that it wouldn’t look weird for you to use the showers, even though you were the only soul there at that hour. Then you went to the cafeteria to pick up your free breakfast. Couldn’t complain today, you always liked the cinnamon Texas toast. 

You ate, attended your early class, and then sat out front to read while your classmates rolled in before first period. 

Once again, you heard Regina’s Jeep before you saw it. You didn’t want to look up, but you did anyway. 

You watched her park her car but she didn’t get out. You watched Gretchen and Karen walk across the parking lot and tap on her window just to be apparently shooed away, because they came back looking like kicked puppies. 

You had to leave to get to class on time so you never saw Regina get out of her car and walk into the school. 

So you waited anxiously until chemistry, but she never showed. 

When class ended, you walked up to your teacher’s desk.

She looked up, “yes?” 

“I know you can’t actually answer this… but do you know why Regina wasn't in class today?” 

“I figured you’d have a better idea than me, why do you ask?” 

“I’m just worried about her.” 

Your teacher smiled, “then, I’d suggest you tell her that.” 

You nodded and left. Taking a deep breath, you took your phone out and sent a tentative text to Regina. 

Hey, you weren’t in class. You okay?

A few minutes passed but then she responded, had a meeting at the same time. Y? Miss me? 

You rolled your eyes and typed back, will you be in class tomorrow? Just wanna know how many lectures I’ll have to catch you up on. 

You’re sweet. But I’m very accomplished at chemistry now, remember? 

She sent a double text a moment later, I’ll probably make an appearance. 

Again, yours and Regina’s paths didn’t cross for the rest of the day. By the time you were leaving the building to go home, Regina’s parking space was already empty. 

You sighed and began your trek with plans to stop for groceries at the store on the way. 

After purchasing the cheapest loaf of white bread and as many cans as twenty dollars could buy. But before you checked out, you replaced one Hormel chili can with a Mountain Dew from the fridge in the check out aisle. 

Regina stuck it out for the whole day this time but she was first out of the parking lot when the day ended. Nothing could keep her in that building longer than she had to be right now. 

The only issue was that she didn’t want to go home either. 

Without thinking about it too much, Regina ended up putting her car in park in the same spot that she dropped you off that weekend.

She sighed and stretched her neck from one side to the other. She was sore from physical therapy earlier. 

After sitting there for twenty minutes cycling through radio stations all playing the same top forty songs, she realized that she didn’t know what she was doing there. She didn’t know what she would say to you if she saw you. She didn’t want to talk to you… really talk to you… until she had it all figured out.

Regina turned her car back on, pulled back onto the paved road and went home.

Wednesday: the next morning went like any other, with the exception of trudging to school in the pouring rain. 

The night prior, you ate poorly heated-up chili out of a paper bowl and wrote a note for Regina. It culminated to just a few sentences, but you chewed on the end of your pen like it was the most important essay you’d ever written. 

You hoped that it would make some kind of difference. 

You sped through the halls to get to chemistry a few minutes early and you placed the paper note on her seat with the can of Mountain Dew on top of it. 

You were seated by the time Regina came into the classroom. 

She went straight to her desk and set her tote down on the surface then picked up the Mountain Dew and looked over at you, her eyebrow raised. 

You gave her a nervous smile and mouthed “read the note.” 

She rolled her eyes but did as she was told, picking up the paper and then sitting down. 

Regina read: 

“I noticed smuggled Mountain Dews in your bedroom minifridge last time I was there, I assume you don’t usually get to indulge… peace offering? 

I’m sorry. I haven’t handled this right. Can we talk after class, please?” 

Regina tapped her nails on the side of the can and then glanced back over to you with a gentle smile. She nodded and mouthed back, “thank you.” 

Your knee bounced anxiously throughout the entire chem lecture. Once dismissed, you filed out of the classroom and found Regina waiting for you across the hall. 

“You’re fueling a bad habit, you know.” The blonde quipped. 

You smiled and nodded, but had a hard time meeting her eyes. You looked at the floor instead. 

“Hey,” Regina spoke softly, “I’m not going to bite.” 

You finally looked up at her, “I said things to you that I regret, I shouldn’t-“ 

“Are you seriously apologizing to me right now? I should be the one apologizing.” 

“You? Why?” 

Regina scoffed, “for everything that I did. For freaking out. For dragging you out of my house. And… for this…” 

You just stood there and gave her a confused expression. 

Regina sighed and looked down at her hands as she whispered, “I’m sorry… I don’t think I can do this… I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have…” 

“Regina…” you instinctively stepped forward and reached for her hand but she pulled away from it. 

The blonde looked around the hall and saw curious eyes starting to fall on the both of you. 

You watched her hands begin to tremble before she clasped them together.  

“I can’t do this… please… please try to understand…” 

You looked around the hall, too. You saw the eyes of your classmates. Those scrutinizing eyes that had pegged you and Regina each as two completely different things before your ages even reached double digits. Eyes that belonged to people who decided that Regina would always be one way, and you would always be another. 

You took a deep breath in and looked at the blonde again, “I… I understand, Regina.” 

The blonde swallowed a pained sound in her throat and almost reached for you. Almost. She managed to choke out, “what can I do?” She was shaking and her eyes were watering. It broke you. 

You started to cry openly, letting the tears fall freely, and you shrugged, “I dunno, Gina… I just… I hope you take care of yourself, ‘kay?” You started to turn to walk away. You didn’t want Regina, or the entire school, to see you cry. You didn’t want to be in this for any longer. You didn’t want Regina George to have any more of a hold on you than she already did. 

“Wait!” 

You heard the blonde call out after you but you were already pushing the door to the exterior open. 

“Wait!” She called out again but the rain was drowning everything besides your own heartbeat out now. 

You didn’t stop until a hand closed around your wrist and halted you. 

Regina. She was there. Standing out in the rain with you. She grasped your wrist while rain drenched her perfect hair and began to melt her perfect makeup and wet her perfect clothes. 

Your classmates were pressed up against glass windows, watching like vultures while Regina George chased someone outside. 

You just stared at her. 

Regina sobbed and then laughed hysterically and shook her head, “I’ve been such a fucking idiot!” 

You continued to stare. You didn’t know what else to do with Regina holding your wrist and apparently losing it. 

She shook her head again, “you can’t just walk away… you can’t let me ruin this because you think it’s the noble thing to do… you should… you should be selfish…” 

“What are you saying?” 

Regina stepped a hair closer to you and lifted her free hand up, gently cradling your cheek in her palm, “I almost threw away the only person who’s actually given a shit about me… because I was scared… and you would have let it happen because you thought it’s what I wanted… because you’re too sweet for your own good… and because… I’m a liar… and I have spent… so long… caring about what other people think of me… I’m exhausted… I’m exhausted and I don’t care anymore… the only thing I want is to kiss you… please… please let me kiss you…” 

You slowly pulled your wrist out of her grasp, but not to pull away from her. You grabbed Regina George’s face in your hands and pulled her in and pressed your lips to hers. 

More importantly, Regina George wrapped her arms around you and kissed you back.

[silver-cleo]

"It's the talking pills"

Mean Girls Fanfiction about Regina George getting high and coming out. That's it, thats literlaly the fic. Link below if you want to read it.

[divine-knight-hand]

The End of an Era

Regina George Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: (Reneé Rapp's) Regina George x Female Reader

Summary: After the iconic Christmas dance fiasco, one of Regina's long-time admirers decides to make sure she's okay.

Content Warnings: Mentions of being a pervert, but fluffiness from there, brief mentions of weight change and dieting, a poetry reference, a bit of toxic behavior (and verbal degradation) but Regina is a queen and I'm wearing rose-colored glasses, nothing spicier than kissing, but their is some dubious consent (but the want is mutual!)

Notes: Christmas dance scene moment!!! I just recently saw the new Mean Girls and Regina George was all that was on my mind since. So, I quickly wrote this up. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,624

Dividers by @anitalenia

I’m no better than a man… I thought as I ogled Regina while she danced onstage.

Most of the student body didn’t care for the plastics’ “Rockin’ Around the Pole” routine, but I made sure I had the best view of it every year. I already knew before this year’s performance that it would be a little different. I recognized the group’s newest member, Cady Heron, from homeroom. Regina quickly took an interest in her when she first transferred in, and she became the newest member of the plastics.

I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. What did it feel like to have Regina look at you in fascination? What did it feel like to be taken under her wing? How many times did Cady hang out with her? How many times did Cady go to Regina’s house?

The clapping of the girls’ leather boots made me jump, and my eyes zeroed back in on Regina. No, I didn’t actually care for the performance itself, but from freshman year, when I first saw Regina in the same tight-fitting crop top, short skirt, long gloves, and thigh-high boots, I was awe-struck. Since then, I’d taken to watching her from afar, which was easy to do, since she always made her presence known when she entered a room. With each passing day, I grew more and more enamored with her.

I found myself instinctively leaning in once the girls set up one of the grandest moves in their performance. Karen took to the bottom as Gretchen guided Regina into a handstand on her knees from behind. I willed my eyes down to Regina’s face once she made it into position.

Though I spent the performance letting my eyes travel along her body–looking at her thighs in the space between her skirt and boots, her exposed sliver of midriff under her crop top, and watching the way her beach blonde waves fell to frame her gorgeous breasts–I would not be perverted enough to hone in on her crotch as her skirt flipped. My mind might already be in the gutter, but I’d still have a little class.

I’d noticed that her clothes seemed to be fitting her a little tighter than normal this year. There were rumors floating around that Regina was gaining weight, but I also heard that she was on some health kick with special weight loss bars, so that couldn’t have been possible. It had to have just been in my head.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly, Karen’s legs began to shake, and as Regina lost her balance, Gretchen lost her grip, sending the three of them tumbling to the ground in front of a surprised Cady. The audience let out a unanimous gasp as Regina hit the floor face-first. Oh, shit!

It didn’t take long for all the cameras to start flashing, and the look on Regina’s face told me she knew that her life as the untouchable leader of the plastics was quickly coming to a close.

I figured that famous poet who said the world doesn’t end “with a bang but a whimper” clearly didn’t consider the fact that a teenage girl’s world could get explosive in an instant, without a single warning. I’m sure they’d change their mind once they met Regina George.

The curtains began to close, but not before I saw Regina take to her feet and speed backstage. I felt terrible for her. Was she one of the meanest people in the school? Yes. But, I was also in love with her- I mean- a firm believer that nobody deserved that level of humiliation. Not even mean girls. So, out of a sense of heartache and longing to comfort her, I did what any normal and not creepy person would do. I jumped out of my seat and went after her.

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I couldn’t actually follow Regina backstage, since I wasn’t in the talent show, so I ducked into the bathroom closest to the auditorium. As soon as I opened the door, I saw her, and my heart leapt into my throat.

She slammed her fists down on the sink in front of her, letting out an angry growl.

I gently closed the door behind me, not wanting to alert her yet, but my shoe audibly squeaked against the floor, and Regina’s head snapped in my direction.

I gasped once I saw her. It was an instant, and she quickly turned away, but after she made mascara tears a school-wide trend, it was hard not to notice when they were on her face.

“Get out.” She spat, still facing the other way.

“I- I wanted to see if you were okay.” I stammered.

“I didn’t say to start spewing mushy shit,” She insisted in that same cold tone. “I said to get the hell out.” When I didn’t immediately move, she roared. “NOW!”

I reeled backwards in surprise when she got loud, feeling an instant sense of guilt. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep. I’ll go.” I turned to grab the door handle, but paused when I heard her sniffle again. “You know, I come to see your performance every year.”

“Yeah, everyone does, because I’m amazing.” I turned my head to see Regina impatiently drumming her fingers on the sink, gloves long abandoned. “What, did you think you were different?”

“No,” I admitted. “I know that nothing I do really sets me apart from anyone else in this hellhole.” She snorted at my remark, and I dared to slowly approach her. “So, yeah, I’m just like everyone else. I came to see your dance. I follow all the trends you set. I turn my head whenever you walk into a room. Hell, whenever you turn up, you’re all I can see.”

She snapped her head back to me, her face set in a stoic expression. “Are you mocking me right now?”

“No, no!” I stopped my advancements, waving my hands to emphasize. “I would never!” I moved my hands to my pockets, eyes drifting down to my shoes. “If anything, I was mocking myself. I’m just like any other nobody in North Shore. I honestly wouldn’t expect you to recognize me. Sorry for bothering you.” I bit my lip in shame, debating whether or not I should leave.

A beat of silence passed before I made up my mind to go, but before I had the chance, Regina spoke up. “You’re Y/N L/N.”

My jaw dropped.

“Ew.” Regina closed the gap between us, coaxing my mouth closed with a hand under my chin. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry.” I muttered, heat creeping into my cheeks. She touched me! She actually touched me!

“I do know you.” Regina went on. “It’s a bit hard not to notice when someone’s practically stalking you.”

My cheeks burned with humiliation. “I… I…”

A faint smile stirred at her painted red lips. “Especially when they’re as cute as you are.”

What? “What?”

“Ugh, get your ears cleaned.” She rolled her eyes. “I said I think you’re cute. Do you honestly think I’d let you creep on me if you weren’t?”

I scratched the back of my neck. “Sorry about that…”

“Don’t be.” Regina moved my hand before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I liked your eyes on me.” She pressed her body against mine, and I hoped she couldn’t feel my heart fluttering. “Everyone watches me, of course, but you’re the only one I like watching me.”

“Regina…” I breathed.

“Oh. My. God.” Regina scoffed. “Stop being such a prude and wrap your arms around me. What are you, a nun?”

“S- sorry…” I muttered, moving my hands from their tense position at my sides to hold her. I felt electricity under my fingers once they made contact with the skin of her midriff.

“That’s… better.” Regina ran her tongue over her teeth, like a hungry shark eying its prey. “I don’t wanna kiss you without your hands on me.”

WHAT?! “Wha-” She cut me off by pulling me into the promised kiss.

She rolled her body against mine, and I sighed, my eyes fluttering shut as I let her tongue into my mouth. Her hands clawed against my back as she tried to pull me closer.

She pulled away, only to keep kissing my face. She kissed all over my cheeks before trailing her kisses along my neck to the collar of my shirt. I shivered as one of her hands pulled at my shirt, and I felt her lips against the sweet spot in my neck.

“Regina…” I breathlessly sighed. “I adore you…”

“I know~” I felt her mouth spread into a grin against my mouth.

Then, all too soon, she pulled away from me, fixing her hair as she looked me up and down.

“You came to ask me if I was okay, right?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Y- yeah,” I stuttered, still in shock from our kiss.

“Well, I’m better now~” She winked. “So, thanks for that.”

Before I could even formulate an idea on what I could possibly say next, she was out the bathroom door.

What just happened? I wondered just before my reflection caught my eye. I was covered in blotches of red lipstick. It was scattered on my cheeks, coloring my neck, and smudged across my lips.

I gingerly reached a hand up to admire myself. I was all marked up. I was Regina’s.

After tonight, we knew Regina might not have been queen of the plastics anymore, but I hoped that she left the room with the understanding that she would always be a queen to me. Her world didn’t end with a bang or a whimper. It ended with a kiss.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Desire for your Affinity

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings: y/sport means your sport of choosing, y/sexuality means your sexuality, y/position means your team position, use of y/n, hook up briefly mentioned, some stalker-ish tendencies from both Regina and reader (nothing too crazy)

|| Summary: You're a mystery kid that's apart of y/sports team. Regina doesn't know anything about you, so she sends Gretchen to gather information. Eventually you become a plastic and then more.

Request from: @syarinaxo Can I request a stalker x stalker with Regina? Thanks ❤️

Requests open!

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It was another regular lunch. Regina, Gretchen, Karen and Cady all sat together at the usual 'plastics' table. Talking about the latest gossip and whatever else when someone catches Regina's eye. A girl from the y/sport team who seemed to be looking directly at her from where the y/sport team usually sits. Whispering to her teammate while pointing at Regina. Regina George knew basically everyone. From loners to jocks. She knows them all. Some just by face others by face and name. So when she didn't recognize you? Someone who was clearly on a sports team... it didn't make any sense to her.

"Gretchen." Regina interrupts whatever conversation the three were having before. Though, it was mostly Cady and Gretchen talking while Karen kinda just stared.

Gretchen turns her attention to Regina, "Yes, Regina?"

"Who's that?" Regina nods her head in your direction, not turning to look at Gretchen.

Gretchen turns to see where Regina's looking and frowns," I don't... actually know who that is."

"Well find out." Regina says with a slight hiss to her tone, making Gretchen tense and nod, "Now!"

With that, Gretchen left the table to go learn more about you. She found it odd that she didn't know who you were. She walks over to the y/sport table and smiles at the group.

"Hi, ladies!" She makes her presence known. You and your team look at Gretchen, exchanging a couple of confused stares amongst each other. Why was a plastic over at your table?

Gretchen immediately sat down next to you as she smiles. "Oh my God, I like totally love your shirt! So fetch!" Gretchen looked at the shirt you're wearing, you give her an awkward smile.

"Um, thanks?" You reply, your confusion evident in your tone. One of your teammates stifles a laugh and you shoot her a 'well what would you do?' look. She shrugs.

"Do you have instagram?" Gretchen asks, getting your attention again. Why was this plastic so interested in you? That's when you notice Regina watching the interaction from the plastics table. You quickly change your gaze back to Gretchen. A soft blush on your cheeks. If you're being honest, you've had a crush on Regina George since you first realized you were y/sexuality. She was literally your awakening. Since then, you've been obsessed with her. More than you care to admit. A few times you've caught yourself just following her around. For her to take notice of you? That was a pretty big deal in your books.

"Who doesn't?" You respond to Gretchen's question, she laughs at your joke. Though in your opinion it seems forced.

"Can I have it? I'll totally follow you back!" Shrugging, you take out your phone and open instagram. Showing her your handle," your aesthetic is so fetch!" She smiles at you. Again with the fetch? What the hell is fetch? From context, you assume it's good.

"Thanks, Gretchen." Gretchen takes out her own phone and searches Instagram for your account, giving it a follow. You were already following her; because who isn't?

Gretchen looks at your bio for your name and smiles to herself: Y/N L/N. Now that she thinks about it, she's definitely heard the name at least once in passing. But not too many people outside of y/sports team really talk about you. You were kind of a mystery to everyone. Gretchen stays and chats for a few minutes longer, just keeping up with gossip and seeing what else she can find out. If she had left right after she got your Instagram that might have looked suspicious. Soon enough, she returns to the plastics table and Regina looks at her expectantly.

"That's Y/N L/N, on her insta it says she's y/sexuality and plays y/position for North Shore. The rest is still like totally mysterious but I'll see what else I can get." Gretchen explains to Regina, who hasn't taken her eyes off you.

"Send me her handle." Regina demands, Gretchen immediately listens and messages it to Regina. Regina takes out her phone and looks at your account. Going through your various photos and seeing what all she can learn about you.

The next few days; Regina's started noticing you more. How you always seem to be around her. She's even gone out of her way to dig up as much information on you as she could find. Your birthday, favourite colour, school grades, hangout places, etc. She's had Gretchen keeping tabs on you.

The two of you never interacted. Until one day when you left your science homeroom and she walked right up to you. You felt your heart flutter and cheeks burn.

"Y/N. Right?" Regina smirks at you, hands rested on her hips as she watched your movements. Almost in a studying like manner. Was this really happening? Was Regina George actually talking to you?

"I... yes!" You responded quickly, internally facepalming at yourself. Regina laughs.

"Oh my God, she's so cute." Regina says to Gretchen, you couldn't tell if it was in a mocking way or not. Gretchen just nodded and smiled while Karen kind of stared at you.

"Wait, isn't she that Y/N girl Regina keeps talking about?" Karen suddenly speaks up, looking at Gretchen for confirmation. Regina rolls her eyes as Gretchen nods. Hold on. Regina talks about you?

"You should sit with us at lunch tomorrow." Regina says, ignoring Karen and Gretchen. Her full focus seemed to be on you, you didn't know how red your face looked but if it was anywhere near as red as it felt... God, that would be embarrassing.

"Okay! Yeah! Totally!" You nodded, Regina internally rolled her eyes at how quickly you agreed to her. Part of her found it endearing in a way, though. Knowing that she would already have you wrapped around her finger without much effort on her part.

Over the next week you would start spending more time with the plastics, which in turn made you popular and more noticed by everyone. You and Regina grew closer. Until you inevitably hooked up one night at a house party which kicked off a relationship between the two of you. People weren't overly surprised when the news spread. But still. No one dared to comment about it or even you. Most people straight up avoided you. Not wanting to do the wrong thing and risk pissing of Regina George.

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Hope you like it! 🫶

Sorry for the ending being a little rushed, I wasn't sure about how to end this one

[idkwhatever580]

I threw it away

Masterlist<< I mostly write Natasha romanoff but if you have a request I’ll be happy to write Regina.

Pairings: Regina George x reader

Prompt: weight had never been a tricky thing for y/n. Until she started dating Regina.

Warnings: bad relationships with food/weight

A/N: idk I wanted to write something like this to show that an ED or a relationship with weight can change even when you’re older and not just at girlhood i guess? Just remember that you are so perfect and loved.

Y/n’s pov

I started dating Regina during the summer between our junior and senior year.

I used to be friends with Janis. That is until I found out what she did to Regina.

I don’t care if a girl is your mortal enemy. You don’t mess around with her biggest insecurities. Even if it’s what she flaunts the most.

Especially not weight. Those Kalteen bars were horrible of janis to do.

I slowly just got “busier” over time. And I eventually just stopped talking to Janis all together. I didn’t want to surround myself with that energy.

So after Regina got hit by that bus I started visiting her and trying to make it up to her.

It might not have happened if I just told her what they did.

But then again, we might not have started dating. So back to now.

I basically have been living at Regina’s place. I spend the night a lot, but if I go home then Gina is always picking me up when I can go.

My parents don’t care much. They say that I’m allowed to live my life. Thank goodness they’re laid back. Of course not as much as Mrs George but they believe that as long as I’m not getting drunk, high, or pregnant then I’m good.

I’m in Gina’s room and she gets up and says

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

I get up to go with her.

“Okay!”

She’s like the black cat and I’m like the golden retriever. But we work really well together.

She walks in and does her business and then after she washes her hands and all, she decides to head over to the scale.

I’ve never used it. But she uses it all the time.

She breaks me out of my thoughts when she thinks out loud

“Yes! Back down to my ideal 120 pounds” (about 54 kilograms?)

I frown. I’ve never heard her say her weight before. And I say

“Congrats baby! Was that from all the kalteen bars?”

She nods her head and says

“I finally worked all the weight off”

I smile and kiss her and say

“That’s great. Why don’t you go tell your mom?”

She shrugs and says

“Eh. It doesnt matter. I’m gonna go back to the room okay?”

I nod my head and say

“I’m gonna pee”

She doesn’t stay since I’m a bit pee shy still so when she leaves I quickly run to the scale and check my weight.

Definitely not Regina’s ideal weight.

Suddenly I feel this rush of guilt fall over me. I walk back to her bed and crawl in with her. As she scrolls through her phone, I get lost in my thoughts.

If Regina tells me I’m perfect the way I am then why would she lie? Obviously she wants to be a certain weight. And if it’s her ideal weight then she clearly wants me to be that way too. I need to lose more weight. Maybe I’ll start a diet. That’s good. I’ll start a diet and just won’t tell Gina until I hit her desired weight and then she’ll think I’m perfect for real.

“What’s on your mind?”

I snap out of it and shake my head

“Nothing! Just watching videos over your shoulder”

She squints at me and says

“Alright. You know if you need anything you can tell me right?”

I nod my head.

Then all of a sudden Mrs George comes into the room and says

“Hey girls! I just wanted to let you know that I made my world famous cookies and they’re cooling in the kitchen right now if you wanted to grab them while they’re warm.”

I smile and Regina gets up so I follow.

She grabs one and says

“Aren’t you gonna eat one?”

I shake my head and say

“I’m not hungry.”

She hums and says

“But you love my mom’s cookies. You always eat a few”

I just now realized how much I eat of those and get slightly flustered so I say

“I’m just not hungry right now”

She nods her head and eats her cookie.

They do smell heavenly. But I must stay strong.

We head back upstairs after Gina finishes her cookie and I go on my phone to look up good diet routines. I find a decent one to start with.

If I don’t like it then I’ll do another one.

So I text my mom and ask her if she can get a few things the next time she goes to the store and she agrees.

Then I turn around and yawn.

“Y/n are you sleepy?”

I nod my head and she says

“Take a nap baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I smile and let my eyes flutter closed and Regina whispers into my ear

“My perfect girl”

I smile at her even though it’s fake. I don’t feel perfect anymore.

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It’s been a few weeks on this diet and it’s hard. It’s hard for me to reject a bunch of the foods I love.

Thankfully Mrs George also makes some keto versions of her food every now and then so I can eat those.

I have a routine now. Every time I go to the bathroom I check my weight right after. I check my weight in the mornings and in the evenings. But only at Regina’s house since I am here all the time.

We’re watching tv on her bed and I say

“I gotta pee. I’ll be right back”

Gina nods and says

“Kk”

I do my business and wash my hands. But it isn’t until I go to where her scale is that I find it’s not there.

I look around the room and I don’t see it anywhere.

“Gina?”

I say loud enough for her to hear me.

“Yeah?”

Once I know I have her attention I say

“Where’s the scale?”

“Oh.. I threw it away”

After she says that I walk quickly to the room and say

“What?! What do you mean you threw it away?”

She shrugs as always and says

“I threw it away”

“Why would you do that? I need to see my weight.”

She gets up and comes to me and says

“I threw it away because I noticed that you’ve been doing this thing where you check your weight all the time.”

“Well you check yours all the time too!”

For some reason this is like a huge deal to me. I just want to be perfect for her. She grabs my hand and sits me down and says

“I know. I realized how bad that can be for my mental health. So I decided that I was going to lose the weight from those nasty kalteen bars and then start fresh. I, of course, have been having a healthy balance between my food intake. But it’s not a huge deal if I lose weight or gain weight. As long as I’m healthy.”

I look at her and say

“Oh. That’s nice.”

She nods her head and continues

“I noticed that once I stopped, you started. And I didn’t want that for you. You have never had to worry about your weight before because it was never a bad thing in your house. Most girls would call you lucky. And I don’t want you to start thinking bad about yourself now”

I frown and say

“But you said the ideal weight is 120?” (54)

She sighs and says

“I said that wrong. I wanted to get back to my baseline and start taking care of myself properly. The only reason I lost that weight in the first place was because I didn’t want to feel like Janis had that hold on my body anymore. If I was gonna gain weight it was going to be for myself. And because of myself. Not for anyone else and not because of anyone else.”

I nod my head in understanding and she puts one of her hands on my cheek and the other on my waist and says

“I’m sorry you ever felt less than perfect because of a stupid slip up I made. Your body is literally so beautiful.”

I doubt her until she says things that most people think are ugly

“From your beautiful stretch marks. Right down to the cellulite in your legs. It’s all beautiful. Perfect. And honestly. You’re so healthy. You work out. You’re strong. You have a good balance with food. Well, you did before you started whatever diet thing you have going on. And you are literally like a puzzle piece for me. The way we can cuddle perfectly. I love your soft tummy because I can nap on it and be so comfortable. I love your ass and tits because they make great handles for… sexy times…”

I giggle and she continues.

“I love how each and every scar and divot and bump and mark on your body tells a story. It makes you, you. And I would change that for the world. So I threw the scale away. If I’m starting new. Then you are too.”

I sigh as I get a fluttery feeling in my heart and stomach and I hug her. I finally say

“Thank you. Thank you so much”

She shakes her head and says

“No thank you. You’re the one who convinced me I’m perfect the way I am. And now it’s my turn to do the same.”

I pull away and she says

“Why don’t we go downstairs. I think my mom is making us a snack”

I smile and nod my head.

We head downstairs and Mrs George is making snickerdoodles and I smell the air and say

“It smells delicious!”

She smiles and says

“I made some keto ones for your diet y/n!”

She pulls out one singular cookie that was set apart from the others and I say

“Oh. No thanks. I’m not gonna diet anymore. My body is perfect the way it is.”

She smiles and nods her head affirming that and then hands each of us a cookie that is still warm and soft from the oven.

I hum when I take the first bite and Gina does it at the same time as me so we end up giggling from it.

This time. I eat two cookies and Gina does the same.

Then Gina asks

“Mom? What did you do with that other cookie?”

She turns around and says

“Oh! I threw it in the trash.”

Gina nods and turns to me. I smile at her and say

“Slay”

We love a good parallel.

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A/N: I hope y’all liked it! It’s my first time writing Regina George. But I’m thinking of writing a prequel to this and doing how Janis and y/n had their fall out. And when y/n started being friends with Regina. Let me know what y’all think!

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Kinktober is cumming Coming

october is in like a week or two which means that kinktober is in like a week or two!! i plan to have a fic for every day, but with college starting (first day is literally tomorrow omfg) i cant promise that a fic will come out on it's intended day

soooo if you don't wanna miss a kinktober fic, i have great news for you! not only will i have a kinktober masterlist, but i will also have a kinktober taglist. since ill be writing for a lot of different characters, you can ask to be tagged in every fic, fics for a certain fandom(s), or fics for a certain character(s). if you want to be tagged for a fandom or character, i can also add you to a taglist for my regular fics if you'd like (ppl part of my regular fandom/character taglists will be tagged in these fics unless they say otherwise)

heres a list of all the fandoms + characters that'll be a part of my kinktober 2024 masterlist:

Jurassic Park: Ellie Sattler

Saltburn: Felix Catton, Farleigh Start

Twilight: Carlisle Cullen, Emmett Cullen

Mean Girls: Regina George

Scott Pilgrim VS. The World: Gideon Graves

Heathers: J.D.

Ghostbusters: Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler

Five Nights at Freddy's: Mike Schmidt

Pitch Perfect: Beca Mitchell

What We Do In The Shadows: Nadja of Antipaxos, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nandor the Relentless

That 70's Show: Steven Hyde, Eric Forman

Hot Fuzz: Nicholas Angel

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Regina George x Reader

Part 1/32 (yeah I know, right?)

Warnings: angst if you squint, name calling, suggestive wording

I wrote this a while ago, if you think I need to add anything else for this one, lmk!

Word count: 1,265

"What the hell are you doing on my ice, George? The hockey team already released the team list, we can't accept anyone else. Either way, we don't like drama."

"Actually, I'm not on the ice," Regina gives you a dirty look, pointing at the fact that she is right outside the ice, not on it, "and ew, this does not sound appealing. You look like a fridge wearing a knockoff dollar-store sports jersey. This also looks a bit rough." she makes a gesture at your outfit, and size.

Well, she was right. The school had a small budget for the women's team, and you tower over her. Your shoulder pads add to the size, you really are built like a fridge at the moment.

"Then what are you here for? To call me another slur?" You take your helmet off and lean your head down on your stick, smirking, "here for a good time?"

Regina fake gags, "Absolutely no. Gross. Quit speaking," she gives another dirty look, "I saw the poster that you needed a manager for the team. I can't play any sports and everything is so fucking lame. I can at least see fights here." She shrugs

"And why do you of all people want to be involved in anything  that doesn't involve pretty pink glitter and being a massive bitch?" Putting emphasis in the 'B' in bitch, you poke Regina with your stick.

"If I didn't have to I wouldn't," she shoves the stick off of her shoulder, "but my therapist is making me. I can't let last year consume me, and I have to be helpful or whatever."

You look at the clock and put your helmet back on then glide across the ground, your skates leaving gashes in the ice. Regina stands by the opening into the rink, dumbfounded that someone had just walked away from her. The clock makes a loud buzzing noise and pucks fly into the net and scatter the ice around it.

"Well, George, you gotta work up the food chain here," you get a smug look on your face, "Practice is over! We don't have to get the pucks tonight. Our lovely new manager Miss Regina George will get it for us. Won't you?" you skate up to the blonde, whose eyes sit wide.

The team leaves to the locker room before leaving the building as Regina nods. She could not believe that someone had actually spoken to her like that. You ask her shoe size, go to the locker room, and come out with a pair of skates. They are blue and gold, and old. Like, really old looking. The blade is sharp but the leather is worn and creased. You intentionally grabbed the oldest pair that would fit her. Queen Bee George wouldn't own the ice like she did the rest of the school. You drop the skates in front of Regina.

"You expect me to know how the hell to put these on?"

"Are you ACTUALLY kidding me right now George?" You don't get an answer, so you sit down in front of Regina, "wow you aren't. I will do this one time, and one time only." You hold up a one on your hand and Regina nods.

You lace the skates while Regina complains about how tight they are, then you describe why they had to be so tight, she finds some way to complain about your reasoning too. You lead her on to the ice, she isn't an awful skater, although she falls once. You teach her how to collect the pucks by scooting the net around the ice, then take her to the locker room.

"I really need to get out of these clothes, but as the captain it's my job to tell you what your jobs are. So I hope you don't mind," You start taking off your jersey, "so basically you will make sure the locker room and ice stays clean. You'll scrape the ice, make sure it's clean and pretty, get our stuff on the bus for away games, basic shit." you peel the outer layers of your gear off.

"So I don't have to drive the zimbabwe or whatever?" Regina asks, relief washing over her as she looks at you.

"No you will not be driving a whole ass country, honey," You look dumbfounded, "The custodial staff or our coach are the only ones who operate the ZAMBONI. And quit looking. I can't tell if you're jealous or you want me." You smirk over at Regina as she quickly rotates her head away from your direction.

You finish changing, she glances over at you one more time while your back muscles flex, pulling a shirt over your head. You throw on a pair of faded jeans and a red flannel. You pull your phone out and hand it to Regina on the contacts page.

"This by no means is asking you to ever speak to me outside of anything hockey related, or even hockey related, actually. Never text me," you smile and take the phone back from Regina, "this is just so I can add you to the team group chat."

Regina is left speechless, she has never ever been disrespected like that.

"You literally just met me, what the fuck is your problem? I will not let my year be ruined by your rude ass." Regina scoffs.

"My problem, Regina, is that my name was in that little book of yours. Right next to the words 'body count higher than points scored' and 'hockey lez'," you sit and stare at Regina, "I do not want to talk to you outside of this sport, and I will talk to you as little as I can here. I appreciate that you are getting better and working on your behavior after last years events, but this does not change the fact that words are mean. It didn't hurt, but I don't make company with assholes."

You walk out to your car, a 2015 Subaru Forester. You don't notice Regina's highly recognizable Jeep in the parking lot, and see her walk out of the building. She keeps walking past the parking lot, sprinkles of rain splattering the ground around her. You are an asshole, but not that big of one. You speed out of the lot and pull up next to Regina, who is walking down the side walk with her hot pink hood over her head, and roll your window down.

"Why are you walking? It's raining and you have a nice Jeep. This is ridiculous George." You shout.

"I still don't trust myself driving alone after the accident in case my back locks up, I like the rain, I'm fine." Regina keeps her head forward.

"Are you sure? As captain it is my obligation to make sure everyone get's home safe."

"Oh my God, you have already said you hate me, would you MOVE ON you fucking lesbo." Regina yells.

"Great choice of words when you are trying to better yourself Regina." You clench your jaw, roll your window up, and speed off.

This was going to be one great year, you can just feel it.

Part 2 / Part 3

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⤑ I write for mainly: Mean girls and the MCU. I might write for other fandoms, those are just my main ones.

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Queen Bee-atch (Completed)

Summary: You, a self-proclaimed loser, are going into Junior year with one goal in mind: Avoid Regina George. Nobody notices you, so it shouldn't be too hard…right? Warnings: Underage drinking, eating disorders (Not explicit), insomnia?, lotta cursing.

Chapter I - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

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Headache (In progress)

Summary: If you could describe yourself in three words, they would be: little shit speedster. Causing trouble was your favorite pastime, and you've never been caught. That would change, however, when an angsty witch is assigned to capture you. Warnings: Swearing

Chapter I - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

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Your Prettiness is Seeping Through (In Progress)

Summary: You and Wanda get sent to a mental hospital at the same time. Warnings: Depictions of Bulimia and depression, suicidal ideation and attempt, self harm, stuff like that.

Chapter I - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

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Sweetest Girl

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): slight reference to bad home life for reader?

Word Count: 1700, Part 1/?

Anonymous Asked: hello! I was wondering if I could request a regina x fem!reader fic where the the reader is known as the sweetest girl in school that everyone loves and regina is like “what’s so great about her” and just ends up falling in love with her

Part Two

Regina knew that she wasn’t excelling in her chemistry course this year but she certainly didn’t think she was failing. But the teacher asked her to stay behind after class and gave her a solemn look as she explained that with Regina’s most recent test score (which was, admittedly, abysmal), her overall grade in the class would drop from barely passing to failing. 

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I’m a senior, it’s not like I can retake this class!” Regina griped, beginning to feel her stomach turn over in panic.

“Calm down, Miss George. You still have time to improve your grade. I’d recommend that you start working with a tutor. One of your classmates is available for such an arrangement as it turns out. She’s a very gifted student who is doing quite well in this class. She will likely tutor you not expecting anything at all in return. Are you willing to reach out to her?”

Regina crossed her arms in front of her chest, “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Regina’s teacher formed a thin-lipped smile, “No, Miss George. You don’t.”

Regina took the slip of paper with the tutor’s contact info scribbled on it from the teacher and left the classroom for her locker in a huff. 

Gretchen and Karen were waiting for her and immediately, Gretchen was hounding the blonde in concern, “is everything okay, Regina? What did the teacher want?”

Regina sighed, “I’m failing. I need a tutor, I guess.”

“Oh no!!!” Gretchen exclaimed. 

Karen tapped into the conversation in a brief moment of focus and said, “don’t worry, Regina. I failed chemistry last year and had to be tutored, too.”

Regina rolled her eyes, “yes Karen, and you fucked your chemistry tutor instead of studying.”

Karen smiled, “oh yeah!”

Gretchen chimed in, “well, it’s going to be okay Regina. I bet you’ll do really well if someone can take their time to explain the concepts to you. Do you know who will tutor you?”

Regina nodded, “yeah, the teacher gave me this name. Someone in my class.” Regina passed the slip of paper to Gretchen. 

When the small brunette read the name she made an excited sound, “oh! I know her, she’s the sweetest ever! You’ll like her Regina. She’s like, the nicest girl in the school.”

Regina narrowed her eyes and snatched the paper back, “why would I like the nicest girl in school? She sounds like a try-hard… What makes her so great?”

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You were enjoying your lunch outside in the courtyard because it was a sunny day out. You scrolled through your phone and an email notification caught your eye so you opened it right away. The email read: Hey, I need a chemistry tutor. Teacher gave me your name. Can you? -Regina George

Oh, wow. You thought. Regina George wants me to tutor her?

You typed your response back and sent it off with a whoosh: Hi Regina, I’m happy to help! Do you want to meet to go over logistics today after school? I’ll be in the library if you want to swing by :) you can also feel free to text me if that’s easier

You sent Regina your phone number at the end of the email and in a few minutes, you got a text from, presumably, Regina. She said, “okay whatever” then another few seconds passed and she sent another text, “this is Regina, obviously.”

You responded, “haha yes, I figured!”

The little bubble that indicated she was typing popped up for a long moment and then disappeared. Then it popped back up and turned into a simple text, “k.”

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Later that same day, you were sitting in the library doing your homework in the welcome peace and quiet. As you were working, you saw the blonde out of the corner of your eye. 

Regina walked down the half staircase into the library and flipped her hair over her shoulder, her tote bag hung from the crook of her elbow, and her other hand held an iced latte notably not from the student-run cafe but instead from the Starbucks down the road from the school. 

Regina approached your table and plopped her bag down on the floor and pulled out the chair across from you, “went to get a coffee before meeting you, hope you don’t mind. You didn’t want anything did you?”

You smiled and shook your head, “I don’t mind, and no thank you, I’m okay. I don’t drink coffee.”

Regina raised an eyebrow as she sat down, “you don’t drink coffee? How do you survive?”

You laugh lightly, “I guess I’ve never really needed it, and I prefer tea anyway.”

“Huh…” Regina didn’t seem satisfied with your answer but she dropped it, “so, do you just stay here to do homework after school?”

“Usually, yeah! I like to get as much done as I can before the library closes.”

“Why would you want to spend more time in this godforsaken school?”

You swallowed hard, “Oh, um… just ‘cause.”

“Kay…”

“So, do you want to talk about tutoring for chemistry?”

“Sure.”

“Okay great, do you know how often you want to meet or how many hours you want to do per week?”

“Christ, I don’t know.”

“It’s okay!” You assured her, “let’s just start with two hours a week for now. We can meet twice a week for one hour each and see if that feels good or if we need to work more or drop down to just an hour.” 

“Alright.”

“Does this time work for you?”

“Yeah.”

“And what about another day in the week?” You asked.

Regina shrugged, “Thursdays?”

“Perfect!” You jotted down a note of the schedule in your planner.

“Do you tutor a lot?” Regina asked, then sipped her coffee.

“Not super often. When I do, it’s usually because a teacher recommended me.”

“Are you like a teachers pet or something?” 

“I don’t know, I just like helping.” 

Regina was silent for a moment. She was considering you. Examining you. 

“So for chemis-“ you began.

“You know, it’s like weird how nice you are. Like, it’s off putting.” 

“Oh… off putting?”

“Yeah, ya know. Like you don’t have to be nice all the time, or for free. Not everyone deserves kindness.” 

“I mean, I disagree, but-“ 

“I can pay you, you know. For tutoring me, I mean.” 

“You don’t have to, though. I don’t need you to.” 

Regina scoffed, “you’re just gonna give me your time and energy for nothing?” 

“Yes. I just want to help. It’s not transactional.” 

“Oh, you sweet thing. Everything is transactional. Maybe you don’t want my money but you expect to get something out of this, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t.” 

You were frustrated, “how do you know that? You don’t know me or what I’d do!” 

“No one does anything for free. No one performs a service for free. No one is that nice.” Regina took another drink of her coffee. 

“Are you trying to ruin this?” 

Regina raised an eyebrow again but was quick to respond, “am I making you mad?” 

“You’re frustrating me. I’m just trying to do a nice thing.” 

“So you don’t want me to question your motives?” 

“No! I mean…” you huffed angrily, you felt your cheeks grow increasingly red and hot, “there is no motive.” 

“I don’t believe that.” 

“Look, do you want my help or not?” 

“I want to be tutored. What I don’t want is to owe you anything.” 

“You don’t owe me anything!” 

Regina’s expression turned into the slightest smirk as she stood up from the table and grabbed her tote bag off the floor, “I’ll meet you again on Thursday to review this week’s course materials. When I see you again, I expect an answer about what exactly it is you hope to get out of doing this for me.” 

With that, Regina turned and left the library, her hair swishing behind her. 

You hadn’t noticed until then, but you had crumpled up a piece of paper in your hand during that conversation. 

-

Thursday came around too soon for your liking. You had no answer for Regina’s demand, other than the truth, which you didn’t want to tell her. 

At 4:05 pm sharp, Regina waltzed down the stairs into the library once again, tote bag in hand, removing her sunglasses in an elegant motion, a drink carrier from Starbucks with two drinks in her other hand. 

You watched as Regina gracefully spit her chewing gum into a trash can on her way while walking up to your table.

She took one of the cups out of the drink carrier and set it down in front of you, “chai latte. Is that okay?” 

Your jaw dropped open a bit as you stared stupidly at the drink and then back up at her, “y-yeah… that’s really nice, thank you.” 

Regina didn’t sit down, “do you have an answer for me?” 

You sighed, “you really won’t accept that I just want to help you out?” 

Regina wordlessly shook her head. 

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were shaking slightly, so you hid them under the table in your lap and kept your eyes averted from Regina as you whispered, “I do what I can to avoid spending time at home.” 

Regina remained silent. 

You looked back up at her. Her jaw was set and she had a severe expression. You watched her exhale a heavy breath through her nose, nostrils flaring, then she sat down across from you and dropped her bag onto the floor. 

“Okay,” she said simply. “Let’s get started then.” 

-

You spent the next hour reviewing that week's chemistry lessons with Regina. 

When you decided to stop for that evening, Regina reached across the table and wrote something into your notebook. 

“There, that’s my address. You don’t have to check in with me, or anything, you can just come over whenever you want to.”

“Regina, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. My mom loves having company to entertain, and there’s plenty of space in my room for you to be comfortable and do work.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about, ‘thank you?’”

You laughed and nodded, “thank you, Regina. Really.”

The blonde stood up and returned her notes to her bag, “‘course. See ya tomorrow in class.”

“See you then…”

Next Chapter

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt [Sneak-Peek]

• Takes place after the occurrence of the film [2024 ver. with Reneé Rapp]

• Some mild changes made to some elements of the story

• The prompt will be dropping in its entirety on Saturday + There will be more!

• This is another new idea, but does not impact the other ideas I am already writing for!

!TW: Being stuck in a toxic relationship, insult(s), mention of previously being kidnapped, implied suffering from PTSD + Depression + Separation Anxiety + Anxiety in general, mention of previously being abused + injury detail - If I’ve missed any, please let me know ❤️!

Birds’ Eye View/Heart’s Desire

“Are you done, or-?” You inquired, raising your eyebrows, after Regina threw another line of insults at you; you’d told her to rant, seeing she needed it, but…

“No,” she answered, without hesitation, even though she appeared a little exasperated, wincing, before she looked away from you, and sighed heavily, knowing she shouldn’t get you involved with all that was currently frustrating her following her recent arguments with her boyfriend, Shane Olman, especially when you didn’t even know him, and hadn’t ever talked to him, only a recent student at Northshore High School, managing to take on Senior Year after you’d been expelled from your last school. “Yes,” she added, barely audibly, and you would appear surprised, not expecting such an answer from her as you tilted your head partially, a pained as well as skeptical expression on your face; you didn’t want her to feel as if she couldn’t talk to you about all that was burdening her the way you feared she did, hoping against hope - however - at the same time, that she had instead managed to clear her mind a little, until she crumpled, and looked up at you again with a hurt look on her face before she said ‘no’, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it before. “N-No, I’m not, I-.. I’m-..” She shrugged, before awkwardly bowing her head, and you would nod gravely, smiling sadly over at her, before you timidly inched closer to her to gently squeeze her shoulder, prompting her to express relief, her heart skipping a beat, before she glanced up at you again, and felt strong enough to continue just by having her gaze lock with your own in the best way possible. “I hate you,” she spat, her gaze never leaving your’s, whilst you couldn’t help, but smirk in her direction, amused though you knew you shouldn’t be, but it didn’t stop your heart from aching as you wondered who had hurt her the way you could tell that they had, before she’d come back to your Uncle’s ranch with you. “Y-You stink, and I hope an air conditioner falls on you,” she added sharply, clearly through gritted teeth, whilst you appeared taken aback - of all things you thought she might say, that was one of the least you’d been expecting to hear, but it still made you have to fight back a giggle regardless of how it had shocked you, at first, “okay.” She drew in another shallow breath, before releasing it through her nose like you’d told her to, just to try and calm her down when she’d almost broken one of the mucking up shovels you and her had been using to tidy up the horses’ stalls here. “Okay, I - I think I’m-.. I think I’m done, now,” she stated, and you would almost feel disappointed, though at the same time of course you were relieved to know that she seemed at least somewhat relieved, now that she’d slung out yet another insult in your direction, though she wasn’t directing anything of what she meant toward you; she couldn’t.

The thought startled her, just for a moment, as she winced again, and forced a smile in your direction, trying to hide that such a small thing had flustered her the way nothing else ever had before.

“That’s good,” you stated, and she would hesitate, before nodding, and smiling softly over at you, this time the smile was genuine; it was hard not to allow the corners of her lips to curve upward whenever she was around you, “that’s always good - so-.. are you ready to talk about it, now?”

She would appear taken aback by your question, her smile faltering a little, before she awkwardly cleared her throat, and nodded slowly, though you could tell she was reluctant to discuss what had been happening between her and Shane recently.

“I guess,” she answered, and you would smile warmly back at her, glad that she felt able to talk about such things with you - it even made you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, like a sense of pride was washing over you in response to your hope that she seemed to trust you, just as much as you trusted her, and somehow had ever since you’d first met her that day; the day she’d first been sent here by her mother to distract her, and take her mind off of the tense situation between her and Shane, before you’d even started at Northshore High. “But - if we’re gonna talk about it,” she began again, and you would tense up for a moment, wondering what she might be about to say, next; you were always terrified that maybe something bad would happen - that maybe she would up, and abandon you, though you couldn’t imagine why. You always put such dread up to how you’d been kidnapped, and abused the way you and, a few years ago now; you were quite young when it happened, and the nights you’d spent screaming and crying had never left your mind, especially not at night, where your nightmares were at their most vivid moments. For a moment, you remembered your kidnapper coming in to kick at your side for how you’d tried to call your home, after successfully sneaking out of his basement, but that wasn’t the worst of the punishment; he spent every night after that breaking each and every one of your fingers, and he would have moved onto your wrist, or toes, if the police didn’t locate you when they did. You winced at the memory, but you wouldn’t let her see the pain in your eyes as you bowed your head, before she could lock eyes with you again, making her heart sink a little as soon as she realised she wouldn’t be able to lock eyes with you again, if you didn’t lift your head the way you had, before, trying to act as if you were distracted by the next pile of dung you were shovelling up at your feet. “Can we do it whilst we’re mucking up, l-like we are, now?” You appeared taken aback again by her request, forgetting your previous thought as you looked up at her again, forgetting how to breathe for a moment whilst she silently admired your eyes without even realising that she was, trying to tell herself that it was just because it made sense to make eye contact right now, rather than glance down at your lips, or just down at the ground when you were both in the middle of a conversation the way that you were, or had been, now.

You appeared skeptical again, once you’d recomposed yourself, and could finally breathe again, as soon as you remembered how your lungs were supposed to work, ever since you’d been born a few years ago, now.

“I don’t know,” you answered warily, prompting her heart to sink, and eyes to darken a little; it made something ache within her for a reason unbeknownst to her to see that you still didn’t seem to trust her with the shovel, but she guessed she understood after she’d been wielding it the way she had earlier, wanting to either break it or smack someone over the head with it whilst she’d been thinking about her and Shane’s recent argument. It was seeing the hurt on her face - even if it were only there for a moment - that made your heart cave in, as you - without hesitation - took up her shovel, before holding it out to her, and forgetting how to breathe all over again as you waited for her to take it from you. “Here, of - of course we can,” you reassured her gently, a little breathlessly, but you tried to hide that you couldn’t breathe as you tried not to watch her hand as it inched closer to your own, before she accepted the shovel from you, and couldn’t help, but allow the pinky finger of her left hand to brush against the back of your own, prompting your heart to stutter, and you to tense up again as a makeshift spurt of electricity seemed to run down your arm - something you’d never felt before. You wondered if she felt it too, noticing the dazed expression on her face, making your cheeks heat up as you hastily looked away from her again, though you longed to keep your eyes focused on her, and only her, despite your not knowing why you’d even had such a reaction to her skin touching your own the way it had, for a split second.

“Thank you,” she replied, once she’d been able to find her voice again as she smiled timidly down at the ground beneath her, “that was-.. really brave of you, considering.”

You lifted your eyebrows again as you glanced over at her, confused by her praise, but still you couldn’t keep the smile from your face as your eyes glinted a little over at her, prompting her heart to skip a beat again as soon as she felt your eyes upon her, encouraging her more than enough to glance up at you again, her eyes not hesitating to lock with your own as you both faltered in place for a moment, staring over at each other as if nobody else existed anymore, besides you two, right here, right now.

It took her more strength than it ever had before to stay stood where she was, seeing herself in another universe inching closer to you, whilst she lifted her right hand up to your left cheek, only making her heart begin to pound a little as you warily glanced over at her, your heart skipping a beat, almost as if you were picturing the same thing as she was, hardly breathing, just like she was, stood before you, before her eyes darkened, and she awkwardly cleared her throat again to break herself from her previous daze, as well as you from your own as you silently cursed yourself, before digging up at the muck again to try and clear your head somehow, only to fail miserably as soon as you felt her hand upon your shoulder.

“Reg-” You spluttered out, before you even knew her name was slipping from your lips, but before you could continue, she pressed on, determined to show you that she meant everything she told you, whilst she knew you silently doubted some things about yourself, though you’d not even told her her about what had happened to you, when you were younger, and felt more hopeless than you ever had before.

“I meant it,” she cooed, gently squeezing your shoulder as you timidly glanced up at her, wishing you could breathe normally again, whilst at the same time you were terrified of losing the way she made you feel, whenever she was with you the way she was, now, “you’re the bravest girl I know.”

You tried not to shudder, your eyes threatening to fill with tears as a lump began to form within your throat, only making it harder for you to not break down in front of her as you forced a shaky smile in her direction, before bowing your head again as soon as small tears began to form within your eyes.

“Bravest, huh?” You mused, and she nodded hastily, not hesitating at all because she meant every word, and knew she always would. Being hit by a bus the way she had last year had made her feel different; more grateful, of everything, as well as everyone, around her - for a split second, whilst she was unconscious, she swore her life had flashed before her eyes, and it made her feel guilty for almost everything she’d ever done - well, everything, until now.

“You - mean a heck of a lot to me,” she expressed, and you would appear taken aback again, your heart skipping a beat, before you glanced up at her again, and wondered why your heart felt as if it were being squeezed even though at the same time it felt as if it were currently soaring with every word she shared with you, and you’d reacted in similar ways ever since you’d first met her, and began to feel alive whenever she was with you the way that she was, now, “you always have, e-ever since I-.. y’know, got to actually know you, and talk to you, and that’ll never change, I promise - you know that, right?”

“I know,” you reassured her, your voice briefly trembling, prompting her heart to squeeze alongside your own as she frowned, and carefully eased you into a hug whilst you melted into her embrace, and wouldn’t hesitate to return it as you buried your face into her left shoulder, feeling safer than you ever had before as you subconsciously drowned within her sweet scent in the best way possible.

“Good,” she returned gently, “I’m glad.” You both fell quiet for a moment as you tried to recompose yourselves, before she held you at arms length blissfully, her eyes glinting alongside your own. “So,” she chimed, and you couldn’t help, but giggle softly whilst you carefully brushed away any remaining tears, “should we continue mucking, or-?”

You smiled warmly at her, before nodding, and taking up your shovel again, as if she hadn’t had you almost breaking down completely within her arms a brief moment ago.

“I’d love to,” you replied, brighter than she’d ever heard you before, prompting her heart to jump alongside your own as she smiled sheepishly back at you, evidently glad to see that you were happy again, now that she’d admitted to you that you were more than what you thought you were to her, before, “as long as you’re still up to talking about whatever you wanna talk about, as we go?”

She tensed up again, remembering Shane, and the fight he and her had had, earlier today, and for a moment you regretted more than anything bringing up the situation, until she smiled reassuringly over at you again, and nodded, before taking your free hand within her own to soothe you even more, indirectly making your heart pound faster than it ever had before as you tried not to glance down at her fingers intertwined with your own, whilst also silently praying that she couldn’t hear what was currently going on within your chest.

“Always,” she answered, and you would express relief, your expression softening, before you glanced down at the ground again, your cheeks heating up even more than they ever had before, “but before that - where should we start?”

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Hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the dropping of the full version! ❤️

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'Pliable'

pairing: dom!regina george x sub!cady heron

words: 2,361

content warning: mommydom!regina, puppysub!cady, bdsm, d/s dynamic, mommy kink, use of "puppy", wet dream, somnophilia, cnc, brief cunt inspection, strap, breathplay, spit play, light mocking, rough sex, praise, orgasm denial

summary: whatever mommy wants, she gets...no matter what

Regina groaned as she stirred from her sleep when she heard quiet whimpering beside her.

Her eyes started to flutter open and adjusted to the darkness of the room as the whimpers turned into broken breaths, slight shuffles bringing her attention towards her girl.

The blonde turned her body to fully face the writhing girl, a tired smirk turning up her lips when she saw the barley noticeable movement of hips rhythmically pushing up into the air.

Regina watched for a moment to see if Cady would wake from the obvious sexually charged dream, testing how her body reacted to a soft touch spanning the length of her arm.

With a fleeting touch to her hip, the blonde quietly got off the bed, grabbing her phone and made her way to the bathroom to wash away the residual sleep from her face.

She took a moment to admire her reflection, her gaze moving from her half lidded eyes accompanied by the slight smirk that adorned her fresh face. She took in how her sleep shirt fell to expose her midriff and the waistband of her boxers flatteringly. Regina momentarily scrunched her nose in satisfaction.

She confidently snuck back into the dark room to retrieve a black leather harness, as well as a ribbed attachable appendage. Regina made her way back to the bathroom, shuffling out of her boxers and stepping into the legs of the leather.

Expertly, she secured the buckles on her hips, making sure that fit was snug so that the leather would rub against her in addition.

A low groan left her at the secure feeling against her body, aiding in the intensifying of the dominance that she has grown to love.

The girl turned to check out how the straps framed her ass. She grabbed her phone and quickly took a few pictures in her current position, looking at the camera over her shoulder, her ass pushed out and her lips between her teeth.

She attached the toy into the rings before giving herself one last look and slinking back into the bed. A new wave of desire landed in her core at the now whinier sounds that were building in Cady's chest and intensified by desperate rolls of her hips.

Carefully, Regina moved the sleeping girl's hands out of the way, making her all that more vulnerable and open to her ministrations. She peeled back the blanket that was draped over Cady's lower body, humming lowly as her eyes raked down the length of her bare body.

She tried to suppress a chuckle at the shiver and following buck of her hips that possessed the sleeping girl. Regina loved how responsive the girl was. Especially when she was unconscious.

The blonde softly draped a leg over the one closest to her and brought her hands up Cady's jaw. Dull nails skirted around the soft skin, fingers tracing the definition of bone as she carefully listened to breathing that was growing more intense.

A low purr left Regina as she brought up her thumb to toy with the girls damp lips. Running her finger along the pliant flesh, she studied the pattern of breaths that came with each unsatisfying push of hips, more frustrated whines leaving her in turn.

That hand traveled down Cady's body, bluntly scratching at her neck and navel before landing between spread thighs.

Regina situated herself between the girls legs, laying on her stomach comfortably to get a better angle for her plan.

She meticulously spread Cady's legs further to get better access to slick cunt. The backlit sheen coming from the bathroom light allowed the blonde to get a glimpse of the growing arousal accumulating between the girls legs.

Regina brought her thumbs up to spread her open, a wave of air brushing against the warmth of her cunt which elicited a stronger roll of her hips, still desperately searching for contact.

The blonde chuckled quietly at the action as a thumb slid down through the mess and over her steadily leaking hole.

"Mmm~ so pretty", she whispered as her arousal caught the dull light.

Teasingly, Regina circled her thumb around her hole, shallowly dipping in to encourage more arousal to drool out of her. There still was no sign of the girl waking besides certain whimpers that were clearer.

With a smirk, she slid her thumb up through her weeping slit and pressed into the aching nerve that had been begging for attention.

Cady's mouth dropped open and her eyes slightly fluttered at the pressure against her. She began to sleepily rub herself up against the force, mindlessly bringing her legs up to bend at the knees, framing the blonde below her.

The blonde pressed a few wet kisses to both thighs as she kept her thumb still, letting the girl inconsistently push up into her touch.

She attentively watched each change of the girls expression, the heaving of her chest, the eager to relaxed thrusts into her hand. The way that she would submit without question even from an unconscious fantasy.

Regina felt a shiver run through her from the increasing control settling in her body and mind. Her growing arousal due to the pliability of the girl in this moment probably attributed to that too.

Once she felt that she had brought a satisfactory amount of teasing upon the sleeping girl, she pushed herself up and began peppering kisses up her body. Starting at her stomach and up to her chest where she left a few nips, all the way up to her neck and the underside of her jaw.

Regina made sure to pull back as to not startle the girl. "Can you turn around for mommy?" she purred as grabbed her waist and softly encouraged her to roll towards the middle of the bed.

"Very good~". The blonde whispered as she heard a a groan accompanying the excessive amount of movement for the sleeping girl.

Cady safely rolled onto her stomach with minimal whining at which the blonde was very impressed with, considering her insistent claim that the girl was the most responsive person she'd ever met.

Regina swiftly grabbed a thick pillow at the same time as she pulled the girls right arm from under her chest that had gotten trapped during the shift in position, ensuring that she wouldn't wake up from the sudden discomfort.

Just as quickly she pulled Cady's hips up and wedged the pillow beneath her pelvis, lifting her for better access and the benefit of the angle.

Regina let out a tired breath as she pulled back for a minute so that the girl could fall back into sleep after so much movement.

This gave time for the blonde to collect herself before reaching for some lube in the drawer and applying a considerable amount to the toy, as well as Cady.

She watched her breathing even out once more, shaking her head in disbelief when the girl now started pushing her hips down into the pillow, instantly transporting back into the dream.

Regina embellished the girls back with hungry kisses, letting her teeth drag across the supple skin to illicit those little gasps that she loved. She braced her forearms on either side of Cady's head before reaching down and expertly guiding the strap into the girls entrance.

The blonde slowly pushed into the girl, her mouth gaping when she bottomed out and the flat of the leather firmly pushed against her own aching cunt. She stayed in that position to see how the sleeping girl would react but all she got was a hitch of her breath.

Just as slowly the blonde pulled back out, one of her hands went down to grip the bend of the girls torso that transitioned into her pelvis. She let out a shaky breath when she pushed back into her.

The adrenaline of using the malleable girl caught up to her as she started to get into an agonisingly slow rhythm, feeling her own clit throb against the snug material.

Shallow breaths knocked out of her lungs at each deep thrust that she pushed into Cady, humming as little whimpers start flowing out of her.

Regina carefully watched as the girl moved her arms under her head to rest on them, louder mewls leaving her. The blonde gave a soft laugh as Cady finally pushed her ass back into her touch.

On a specifically deep push of the toy Cady let out a heavy gasp, as if she hadn't been breathing all night. Regina had been waiting for a similar reaction as soon as the girl started shifting, which is why she reacted with an expected chuckle.

"Mommy?" the girl slurred, the word sounding more like a hum than anything. Her cunt clamped down on the strap as soon as she had the energy to, small whines leaving her.

Regina kept pushing now that she knew the girl was gaining consciousness. "Sorry puppy, you looked so pretty and open and I couldn't help— myself. Go back to sleep, baby" she purred against the side of her head.

"Mmmhave you been— fucking me this whole—time?" Cady groaned as feeling in her body started to be clearer, feeling each breath and brush and fuck against her.

Regina chuckled at the girls phrasing as well as her bluntness. "Maybe—why? you want me to stop?" the blonde asked as she slowly encouraged the girl to push up on to her knees as she pulled at her hips.

Cady whined as she was once again moved to satisfy Regina's needs. "Mmmno" the girl hummed as she continued to push back against the moving toy.

"That's what I thought~" Regina purred as she grabbed the girls hips, her thumbs almost touching eachother against the girls lower back before putting her weight into her hands, forcing Cady into the mattress and driving into her.

Cady felt herself sink into submission at the way the blonde physically put her down, the grip on her body intense and desperate and inconsiderate. A gutteral moan escaped her as she was consistently pushed deeper into headspace.

"Fuck— hands above your head" Regina commanded, a certain needy push of Cady's hips directly grinding against her clit.

Cady released an exhausted breath as she reached to straighten out her arms in front of her. Her eyes fluttered when she heard the satisfied laugh behind her. "Good listening, pup~" hummed the blonde.

Her hummed 'thank you' got muffled by the pillow at her head but Regina managed to catch it along with the whimper that came with it.

"Were you dream—dreaming about mommy?" the blonde pushed as she continued fucking into the smaller girl, mesmerised at how her ass met with her hips. Her hand found it's way underneath the girl and between her legs, lightly toying with her swollen clit.

Cady hummed affirmatively, now trying to get into a rhythm of grinding against the blondes fingers as well as back against her strap, whiney moans flowing out of her.

She knew that Regina was waiting for her to continue. "You were—using my mmmouth and you made me suck your strap—and I was in chastity" the smaller girl cried as the blonde drove into her with more vigour.

Regina didn't really care, she just wanted to hear the girl struggle to get words out. The blonde found pride in fucking the intelligence out of the girl. "Is that so?" she feigned interest.

Cady responded with a shaky hum before she felt her head being forced backwards.

"Open your mouth~" Regina purred as she brought Cady's torso off the bed, pulling her hair to bend her neck as far as possible.

Regina grinned when she saw her girl with her tongue out, little mewls leaving her as the toy was buried deep inside her at the change in position.

Cady watched with half lidded eyes as the blonde collected saliva in her mouth before leaning over and positioning her mouth over the desperate one. She allowed a thick string of spit to fall into the girls mouth, pushing in the bit that escaped with her thumb.

A hand on Cady's back pushed her into her previous position before she could even swallow the blondes essence. That moment settled directly in her core, whimpering desperately as soon as she was able to fuck back against the blonde.

Regina picked up that the girls sounds were getting more frequent and higher, a smug smirk pulling at her lips as she moved a hand to cover Cady's mouth and continue to pull her back by the hips.

The small girl felt her eyes roll at the move. She felt completely controlled and useless under Regina's touch, like a puppet or a toy being used to appease only the player.

"Shhh~ go back to sleep, baby. I'll try to keep it down" the blonde pushed her feigned care further as she fucked into her relentlessly.

Cady whined at the sub-textual simple disregard of her efforts as Regina ground against her ass, the moans from her lips starting to sound familiar in their high-pitched nature.

"You're making mommy feel so good~". The blonde whimpered as each thrust rubbed against her in the perfect way.

Throaty groans were forced out of Cady as she felt the build up of a climax making itself known, intensified by the harsh grip on her jaw.

"Take it, baby" the blonde attempted to growl but it came out as more of a breath, taken aback by the short cries that got caught in the back of Cady's throat, almost resembling puppy cries without the whine.

These cries that increased in pitch paired with the constant pressure against the blondes clit pushed her over the edge, pushing into the girl one last time with a low moan.

She could feel Cady physically vibrating below her, presumably desperate to have her own climax, however Regina just leaned over her back pushing the exhausted girl down into the bed.

"Sorry did I wake you up? My bad, puppy" the blonde teased before pressing a soft kiss to the girls cheek and drifting back into sleep.

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Punishment and Pleasure

Summary: Janis teases Regina all week and Regina gets her revenge. (Brat!Sub!Janis & Dom!Regina)

Warnings: Smut – Rough sex, punishment/spanking (Janis receiving), Oral/Face-sitting (Regina Receiving), Strap-on, degradation & praise, & Marking, (Janis receiving)

Pairings: Regina + Janis

Regina was nervous.

She could admit that going out in public with her girlfriend, none other than Janis Imi’ike, always made her nervous. She was really pretty, there was that, but also the lingering stares from high school burned into her back. She still feared being judged and hated, who wouldn’t?

When she came out, admittedly it went better than she planned but that was probably because of her un-dying status of queen, even in college.

But this time was different. Why? Because she was going on a double date with Karen and Gretchen, they were together now, she was overjoyed for them. In all honesty, she should’ve guessed sooner, the attraction between them was obvious.

Also, Jains had been teasing her all week, but giving her nothing. Regina was stressed enough with all her work, but her girlfriend would wear a revealing outfit, much more revealing than the brunette would usually ever consider wearing, which was odd by itself. Not only that but their kisses would linger far too long to not be teasing. The blonde could tell she was planning something, getting her riled up all week.

In her opinion, she was being a brat. Still, she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t like it…

She hadn’t realized she was biting her lip till she felt a pain, she licked them only for her mouth to be flooded with a metallic taste. She sighed, eyes continuing to browse through her rack of clothes. Just as she picked up a dress and held it to her torso, Janis walked in.

“Hey, babe,” Janis chirped, walking up and hugging her from behind, setting her chin on her shoulder and letting her eyes roam over her figure, “Excited for tonight?”

“I guess.” Regina rolled her eyes playfully. Janis chortled at the blonde’s faux annoyed tone, letting her hand drag up and down her sides, Regina’s breath hitched, the taller girl’s mind flooding with indecent images, but she quickly pushed them away. Regina could be patient, she’d have her way with her eventually…

She didn’t have time to shower right now, though, “Anyways,” she turned, Janis’s hand leaving her body in the process, “ What are you wearing Oh and what do you think of this?”

She held up the sparkly blue dress, Janis took the fabric in her hands, then nodded appreciatively, dropping it so it hung loosely in her hand, “It’s gorgeous. You know I think you’d look good in anything,” Janis smirked, watching as Regina hung it back up, “Or nothing.” she took a step forward, her soft hands hovering over her hips, Regina’s hands shot out before she could make contact.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Regina tutted, eyes narrowing as she brought the smaller girl’s wrists up above her head, leaning forward to whisper, “Not now.” she released her wrist with a light shove. Leaving a flustered Janis to collect herself and Regina to hum happily as she pulled out another option. Which only took a moment. God, this girl didn’t know when to stop.

Janis nodded slowly, her cheeky smirk slowly reappearing, “Mhm, of course,” Was all Janis said before smacking her on the rear and then running away.

Regina squawked, “Hey-” She cut off, huffing, now flustered herself, “Damn this girl.” She mumbled, suddenly missing the feeling of her hands on her body.

She blinked Rabidly to clear her mind. Settling on the dress, it was gorgeous.

—

Regina entered the restaurant, quickly spotting Karen and Gretchen. Janis was on her arm, in a simple dress shirt and slacks, she looked gorgeous, of course.

The couple waved the two over, and they greeted one another with bright smiles. They sat and chattered. Karen was gushing over the fact that Gretchen had gotten ~`` while Gretchen blushed, but Regina was having difficulty focusing with Janis’s hand resting on her thigh, her thumb rubbing teasing circles on her leg.

“Anyways, what’s up with you, Regina?” Gretchen asked, tilting her head curiously.

Regina snapped to attention clearing her throat, “Oh…You know…” she trailed off, shooting a glare at Janis who just looked innocently at her despite her hand which had just slipped under the edge of her dress.

“Yeah, what IS up with you, babe?” Janis smiled cheekily, batting her eyes.

Regina’s hand shot out under the table and grabbed Janis’s hand in a vice-like grip, making Janis wince as she twisted it. Regina smirked, then casually turned to Gretchen who was now appropriately giving them a funny look.

“Nothing much,” Regina answered smoothly, releasing Janis’s wrist and giving her a warning look.

They continued to chat until the waitress arrived and asked for their orders. Janis had that same mischievous glint in her eyes as she gave her order. Her voice was low and she held eye contact with the woman, practically giving her puppy dog eyes. Janis gleaned at Regina to make sure she saw what she was doing.

Was she…Fliriting?! How dare she.

Regina gritted her teeth, inhaling sharply. Once the waitress left Regina quickly leaned forward to whisper in Janis’s ear, “I swear to god you’re playing with fire. Stop it.”

Janis let out a chuckle, then pulled back a bit, “I like fire, remember?”

And that was the end of the conversation. Regina took a calming breath, glancing once more at Janis to see her acting normal once more, hands folded under her chin, talking about some professor she hated. Regina for one was too busy thinking about all the ways she’d make Janis pay for pushing her buttons one too many times this past week.

After the food arrived, and Regina snatched the waitress’s number from a napkin she attempted to hand Janis, they ate.

Regina was motivated to bring this little get-together to an end, “Well, this has been fun,” Regina cleared her throat, standing up and digging through her purse, “Me and Janis must get going.”

Janis faux pouted, “Aww, babe, why not stay for a drink?” Janis was staring up at her with those same eyes she gave the waitress, but an undercurrent of mischief that made the blonde want to grab her by her collar and pull her in for a bruising kiss.

She would, but she’d do much more than that.

“We’ll pass.” Regina grabbed Janis by the arm and pulled her up, Janis huffed, obviously irritated she didn’t get her way, but agreed.

“Bye Regina, Bye Janis!” Karen and Gretchen synced, and Regina put down the money for their half of a meal. She didn’t bother leaving a tip. How dare that waitress come onto an obviously taken girl. Janis was hers. And boy would she show it to her tonight.

_

The whole ride back in the cab Janis was pretty smug, quiet, but smug. She managed to push Regina’s buttons and the blonde could tell she was proud of herself.

She wouldn’t be for long.

There was a tense silence as Regina fumbled with the keys. She was fuming. As soon as the lock clicked open, she swung open the door. The blonde grabbed Janis by the arm and tossed her into their shared apartment. Janis stumbled and Regina saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, but it faded and Janis let out a laugh.

“Hey, babe, what's got you all worked up?” Janis asked cockily.

Regina grabbed her jaw harshly and growled, “You know damn well what has got me worked up! You brat.”

Janis grinned despite her position and simply gazed up at her for a while, as if she was enjoying the view. After a few tense seconds of silence, her voice, laced with faux innocents, uttered, “I don’t. Maybe you’re just jealous and desperate.”

“Watch your mouth.” Regina warned, eyes narrowing to slits.

“You watch it, I can’t see it from here.” That did it, Regina grabbed Janis by the waist and shoved her up against the wall, the smaller girl holding herself up against it by her arms so her face didn’t become squished against the wall.

“Say that again.” Regina dared her, voice low and almost threatening. Janis whimpered, and she smirked, "What a fucking thought."

She released her, and Jnais stood up straight and turned to her, Regina pulled her closer by the hip, suddenly slamming her lips onto hers, then pulling back, "What's the safeword?"

"Mango," Janis replied rather quickly.

"Good girl." At that phrase Regina got the privilege of watching the previously cocky girl's cheek flush, but not for long because god did Regina want her hands on her... and mouth. She kissed her again, and quickly stumbled into their bedroom.

As soon as Janis's knees hit the bed they tumbled onto the bed together, Regina straddled Janis, watching the girl beneath her with a smugness that she never would shake.

Her breath was hot on her neck as she leaned in close, her voice low and dangerous, "I should punish you for being such a little brat." she whispered, her lips brushing against the smaller girl's ear.

Janis let out a soft, barely audible moan, Regina paused, a flicker of surprise assigned her features before she smirked, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Regina taunted, testing the water, she felt Janis squirm, and she pulled back to see her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

She waited patiently for Janis's answer, sliding downwards and off her, running her hands down her ribs, and her sides, then squeezing her hips possessively. A shiver ran through Janis's body, she was torn between her pride and desperately wanting that.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" she purred, hands sliding down to skim over Janis's clothed thigh.

Janis whined and shifted, she chuckled, "Use your words, sweet girl." she thrummed her hand against her thigh.

"Please..." Janis trailed off, the words caught in her throat.

"Please, what? Please punish you? Fuck you?" she mocked, pulling off the girl's top and marveling at the view, "I should've guessed you'd be a pain slut." Regina's blue eyes were dark with want, she pulled off the brunette's pants, tossing them aside.

"Shut up," Janis grumbled, Regina paused, eyes narrowing, then smacked her side. Hard. Janis yelped.

"Wanna repeat that?" Regina growled.

Janis opened her mouth to speak and Regina hissed, "Wrong answer." suddenly, the blonde manhandled her so she was lying on her stomach.

Regina yanked her hair back, making the bronzed-skinned girl's head tilt uncomfortably, "Here's what we're going to do, you're gonna take your punishment, then I'm using this pretty mouth of yours for something better than talking," she paused, leaning in as if she was going to tell her a secret, "then I'm going to rail you into this mattress, understand?"

Janis nodded weakly, and Regina smiled. She was finally listening.

Her hand came down hard on her ass in a sharp slap. "Now, hold still," she commanded, punctuating each word with another stinging swat.

After several punishing smacks, she finally stopped, rubbing her palm over the reddened skin of her rear. "Good girl," she cooed, her tone suddenly sweet.

"Roll over, baby." She order, Janis did so slowly, Regina cupped her face, studying her, "Checking in."

"Green." Janis responded, leaning in for a kiss, which Regina allowed instantly.

Once she pulled away, She quickly stripped, pulling off her dress, whit Janis's help, and let it crumple to the floor.

Regina the pushed her down onto her back, grinning, the heat that has built up between her thighs was nearly unbearable.

She straddled her chest, Janis looked like she'd go feral if she didn't taste the blonde now.

She smirked, and straddled your face, her dripping cunt, hovering inches above her mouth. Without warning, Regina lowered herself onto her eager tongue, grinding her hips against the smaller girl's face as she rode her mouth.

Her juices coated Janis's lips and chin as she used the brunette for her pleasure, her breathy moans filling the room.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," she gasped, reaching down to tangle her fingers in her hair. Janis, doing her part, moaned in her cunt, the vibrations slowly bringing her to the edge combined with all the other stimulation.

Regina's grip tightened in her hair as she rode her face harder, chasing her impending orgasm. Her thighs clenched around the petite girls head as she reached her climax, body shaking from the intense orgasm.

The blonde then climbed off, letting Janis breath. She smirked as she took in her face; flushed and dripping, her girlfriend's ample cheat rising and falling as she caught her breath.

Once Regina recovered from her orgasm, she slid off the bed, a delicious ache in her legs. She stretched, moaning softly and glancing at Janis who was still just laying on the bed, having wiped her chin and now having a smug expression on her face that she couldn't wait to wipe off.

She quickly retrieved something from the nightstand drawer - a strap-on.

She smirked as she strapped the harness around her waist, the dildo jutting from her crotch. "I think it's time for the main event," Regina purred, crawling back onto the bed and settling between Janis's spread legs.

"Really I would've guessed you fucking yourself onto my face was the main event." Janis grinned, and Regina was rather quick to correct.

"You better stop that attitude now or I might change my mind and not let you come, hm?" Regina threatened and Janis whimpered and nodded, "Good."

She teased the tip of the dildo along her slick folds, gathering her arousal before pressing it against her entrance.

"Brace yourself, baby. I'm gonna fucking wreck you." With that promise, she began to push the silicone member inside her, stretching her open as she buried it deep in her core.

Regina set a relentless pace, pounding into her willing body with brutal force, determined to make good on her word and ruin her completely. If only for tonight.

She leaned down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing Janis's moans as she continued her relentless assault on her pussy. "You love this, don't you, slut?" Regina panted against her mouth. "Love having your girlfriend fucking you senseless..."

If Janis had the ability to argue against the degradation, she would, but she could hardly think, hips grinding along with her thrusts. She had slid down to rub her clit but Regina stopped her.

"Nope, you don't get to touch yourself." Regina growled, feeling her own pleasure build once again since she was so sensitive, but she determined to make Janis come first.

Which she did, Janis's first orgasm came abruptly, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Regina-" she cut off in a long moan. Regina's own orgasm crashed over her but the adrenaline one, she kept pushing, not giving herself or her girlfriend a moment to recover.

She leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between her teeth and biting down just hard enough to ride the line between pleasure and pain. Her free hand tangled in her hair, yanking your head back to expose her throat to her hungry mouth.

Regina's teeth and tongue left a trail of marks across Janis's sensitive skin as she continued to pound into her mercilessly, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. She could feel her body tensing, knowing she were close to the edge once more.

Janis's nails dug painfully in her back, she cried out again then went limp. Regina slowly pulled out, smiling down almost sadistically at the ruined girl before she snapped out of it. She quickly went into Aftercare mode, kissing her softly and cooking praises.

"You're okay, good job, sweetie." She cupped her face, peppering kisses along her face, Janis was still catching her breath, eyes fluttering shut and preening under the praise.

After awhile of Regina holding her, she spoke, "Anything hurt?"

"Duh, but not bad. I'm good." She murmured sleepily, Regina chuckled, caressing her back tenderly.

"Want to shower?" Regina asked, Janis shook her head.

"Sleepy," She mumbled, letting out a yawn. Her body exhausted and sore but sated.

"Okay baby, I love you." She whispered, pulling the covers over her lover.

"I love you too," Was the last thing Janis said and the last thing Regina heard as she passed out.

A/N: Had to repost it because I'm a dumb fuck... Anyways.

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hiiii <3

Can you do one where Janis has been having a lot or trouble in school, and her friends have always kind of jokingly called her dumb or stupid because she makes bad or irrational decisions and she gets overwhelmed and at a big group sleepover freaks out and regina has to calm her down in front of everyone.

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Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: coarse language, teasing/bullying, Janis gets angry, some crying, self-loathing, implied smut at the end

Janis has been trying to play nice. But her feelings have been hurt by those closest to her— over and over again. One night, she loses it in front of everyone, needing Regina to step in and defuse the situation.

“G, hey.” Janis walks up to Regina, backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hey, you.” Regina’s flashes her a smile when she came up before her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Janis barely reacted, causing her to ask if she was okay.

“My new homeroom teacher gave me detention for doing embroidery work in the classroom. It’s not like I wasn’t listening, y’know?”

“Ugh, I’m sorry, baby.” Regina puts an arm around her and they headed to their next class together.

“At least it’s only an hour. I’ll be right there at your place as soon as I get outta detention.”

“Mm, okay.” Regina hums, snaking an arm around her waist. “Want me to cook?”

Janis agrees with an eager nod, “That’d be nice.”

Entering the classroom with some time to spare, the couple sat down at their usual desks, Janis takes out her class materials before Regina followed suit. When their teach walked in, the students immediately quiet down. But still, the teacher standing in the front of the class seemed visibly unhappy. “Yes, ‘Imi’ike. I’m looking at you.”

Janis was startled, then confused. “Don’t look so confused, you’re not a freshman. You should know your clothing choice is against school code.”

“I…have been wearing the same kind of outfits all year. Why is it that it’s become a problem today?”

“It’s too short.” The teacher nearly seethed, “Say another word and I’m giving you an hour detention.”

Regina bites back a scoff, but the teacher saw it anyway. “What’s seems to be the problem, George?”

“Nothing, Mr. Moss.”

“‘Imi’ike, one hour. And cover up.”

Not wanting to escalate the situation and cause more trouble for herself, she stayed silent and dug through her backpack for her jacket, put it on and zipped it up.

Janis was starting to feel irritated again. Everything seemed to be going wrong already. And the day’s barely started. She was tense from the anger and frustration that was bubbling up within her— Regina could tell. That meant Janis would definitely need to let go of that emotion after school, some way somehow. Usually, Regina would help her out, cuddling, or much more. Other times, what Janis needed would be to scream, cry or both. Very rarely, Janis would immediately just punch something. Regina hated that last method the most because Janis would end up hurting herself, and that, hurt Regina.

When lunchtime rolled around, Janis got herself three hours of detention and a substitute teacher to hate her. Really, all Janis did was clarify the number of pages in the workbook they had to complete and the teacher immediately responded by yelling.

“Fuck, fuck. I hate today.” Janis mutters, sitting down at the usual bench with her friends. Regina was right next to her, “What happened?”

“What didn’t happen, G?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so dramatic, Janis. I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Karen remarked. Janis sucks in a deep breath, keeping her gaze focused on her Converse. She shrugs off Regina’s hand on her back and was fiddling with her thumbs, painfully hard. “Stop.” Gretchen interjects before Karen could continue, “Don’t say anything else. That’s not nice, Karen.”

“But she always—” Aaron added on, “You don’t have the best temper, Janis.”

Now, Regina wanted to slap him. Janis quickly grabbed her bag and ran to the bathroom, feeling like a knife’s been repeatedly slicing through her heart hearing each passing word.

“Janis.” Regina tried to hold her back by the wrist but she easily got free and went on her way.

“Very good, guys. Y’all are such children.” Damian scoffs, Regina leaves the table to go check on Janis.

“Just leave me alone, Regina.” Janis spoke through gritted teeth, hands clutching the sink countertop.

“No, I will not.”

“You need to eat.” Janis says softly.

“Oh, and you don’t?” Regina replied.

“Fuck, why?” Janis slams her fist to the counter, Regina internally cringes, “Jay, let’s go back to lunch. Ignore them, okay?”

“Really? They always do this, make little comments about me, about how I have shitty temper, always being like ‘oh, it’s just Janis being Janis.‘. They don’t see how hard I’ve been trying to change for the better, and how sometimes, the things I get into trouble for aren’t my fault.”

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When the last bell rang, Janis snaps out of her trance. It felt like she blacked out after lunch and just got through the rest of her day— without any other punishments, fortunately. Regina waits for her right outside the classroom and they head to detention together. “Mom isn’t home for the week. You wanna come over after? I’ll wait for you to get out,”

“Sure.” Janis says, barely audible.

Janis didn’t say much of anything after that. Regina quickly bid her goodbye and went off to her car and waited. Well, she did drive off to the supermarket to get some ingredients to cook, and snacks. But the three hours went by fast enough. Janis got out of detention, obviously in a bad mood. She didn’t say anything and just rested her head on the window as she looked out of it. Regina doesn’t force her to talk, knowing what to do. Once they got to Regina’s room, Janis just yanked the jacket off and crashed into the bed to sleep. Regina didn’t want to stop her, because she clearly needed that. It was better than her punching a table and bruising her hand. She moves herself to lay right next to Janis, carefully wrapping an arm around her and planting a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. None of what happened today was your fault.”

“Clearly it has to be, even our friends are saying it like I don’t know it.”

“Janis.” Regina sighs softly, “Listen to me. It’s not on you, that’s on them. They’re just unfair, angry…sometimes, immature. Some teachers just take their own frustrations out on students and it sucks. But, don’t apologise for things that aren’t your fault, Janis. Please.”

“I can’t help it.” Janis exhales shakily. “They still think I’m like— unbreakable. I’m not, okay? I’m not. I’m fucking weak.”

“You are not weak, Janis. No.” Regina held her tighter, kissing her again, “You are not weak, Janis. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, and that’s coming from someone who got hit by a bus.”

Janis’ body relaxed gradually as she listens to Regina speak, and her eyes also fluttered shut. She doesn’t say anything though, not because she didn’t know what to say. But because she was afraid of crying even harder.

“Just sleep, it’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s going to be alright, I got you.”

They both woke up again around dinner time and headed straight for the kitchen to prepare dinner. “Pasta?”

“Okay.” Janis agrees, leaning against the counter. “The gang’s coming over, right? That’s tonight— the sleepover?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to cancel?”

“No, it’s fine.” Janis shrugs, “As long as they shut up about me.”

“I’ll make sure of it.” Regina grins, smooching Janis on the cheek then all over her face, making her giggle.

The both of them cooked together, enjoying each other’s company and chatting about anything and everything under the sun. “Holy shit, this smells amazing.”

“Oh, thank you~” Regina bites back a grin, grabbing a plate to start portioning the food for themselves and the gang that were arriving any minute. “Never made this before.”

“Eh, well, you’re a good cook, G.” Janis smiled cheekily, grabbing a strand of noodle from the pot to try it. Regina shrieks, “Janis, oh my God!”

“My hands are clean!” Janis laughs, throwing her hands up in mock defeat. Just as Regina was about to say something back, the doorbell rang. “I’ll go get the door.” Janis says, walking away to the foyer. “Okay, thanks, baby.”

They say hi to her and Janis. Cady, Gretchen and Damian gave her a hug. First thing they did? They gathered around the dining table to have dinner as a group. Janis quietly went over to the fridge to pour herself a drink but her hand slipped and she dropped her mug when she felt a sudden squeezing pain on one side of her head.

“Oh, shit.” Someone gasped. Aaron, it was Aaron.

“Are you okay?” Janis heard Regina and Gretchen.

“Why so distracted, you dummy?” Aaron asks, it was clearly a joke. He always called her these nicknames and she didn’t mind, having a self-deprecating sense of humour. But lately, she just wasn’t having it. She’s had enough of these unkind nicknames and teasing. Regina rushed to her side to see if she cut her hand, “Don’t touch it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m fine, go back to dinner.”

“Janis, are you just trying to use the fact that you got detention to smash things?” Damian asked with a laugh. The rest of the gang chuckles.

“Shut up.” Janis mutters, clearly in some distress. She wasn’t even looking Regina in the eye now. “Shut up.” Janis repeated, “All of you shut the fuck up. I don’t need anyone else calling me dumb, stupid, insinuating that I’m violent and cannot control my emotions. Shut up!”

Janis swallowed her tears painfully, sliding down into a squat while her back rested against the counter. “I’m sorry.” Janis said quietly to Regina. “It’s okay, it’s just a mug. As long as you’re not injured, I couldn’t care less about a measly piece of ceramic.”

“I’m such a fuck up, I ruin everything.”

“Ja— baby, you’re not a fuck up. Okay? These people need to learn to get the hint and stop. I’m sure they wouldn’t like it too if they were in your shoes. I’m proud of you for speaking up, okay? Never ever say that about yourself again, that’s the last thing you’ll ever be. You are not a fuck up, Janis.”

“I don’t get it— you guys could tell she wasn’t happy about those damn nicknames and you all still continued? And you just had to laugh at Damian’s stupid ‘joke’? How would you feel if that’s all you heard about yourself from your friends?”

“I’m sorry, Janis. I’ll stop using those names, it was wrong, and I thought it was okay because you never stopped me and in fact laughed along. That doesn’t make it right, I should’ve paid better attention.”

“I’ll never call you dramatic again.” Karen swore, “I promise.”

Janis appreciated and acknowledged their apologies but ultimately decided she needed to spend more time alone to calm down. So, she excused herself and finished up her dinner by the pool. “Hey.” Regina came out to check on her a little later after she put on a movie on the TV for the gang. “I got you your drink.”

Janis turned around, taking the cup from Regina. “Thanks.”

Regina sat down on the low pool chair, groaning slightly as she did so due to the lingering discomfort in her back. “Do you feel better?”

“I guess.” Janis sniffed, picking at the food on her plate. “I don’t know, I think I’m just feeling weird because my mom and dad have been fighting a lot again lately and I just feel so…not like myself. And I — I fucking hate it. I hate that every little thing’s been pissing me off.”

“Babe, please…you’re a human being. Of course you’d feel emotions. Scared, worried, annoyed, sad. Whatever it is, you’d better feel them instead of bottling it all up.”

Janis cracked a smile, eating another forkful of the pasta.

“There’s that smile.” Regina coos, “Don’t you dare lose that smile of yours.”

Janis blushes, poorly hiding it. “You’re so cute.” Regina chuckles to herself, watching Janis getting flustered. “Though I must say…that too you wore at school today? So damn hot.”

“Oh, yeah?” Janis guffaws, setting her finished plate down, “Which am I then? Cute? Or hot?”

“Nice try, you’re both.” Regina turned to face her properly, patting her knee, “Let’s uh…take this up to my room?”

“Tempted.” Janis laughs quietly, “But what do you think we should do about the gang then?”

“Who cares?! They have plenty of stuff to do. Most of the gang’s kissing each other anyway.”

“Well, thank you so very much for putting that image into my head.” Janis snorted, shuddering in disgust.

Regina sighs, pushing herself up off the pool chair then extending her arm for Janis to grab her hand, “Let’s go, pretty girl.”

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Enjoy this half-assed attempt. Took me all day but I’m still not entirely satisfied with how it turned out. Hope it’s still okay though🤡

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Hi would you write about Regina trauma and ed ?

Yes of course! I hope I do you justice :)

She knows.

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Pairings: Regina George x reader

Prompt: Regina comforts r as they battle their ed and work through generational trauma.

Warnings: eating disorder, trauma, panic attacks, swearing.

A/N: I hope I do it justice! hopefully I don’t mess it up.

Nobody’s pov

Regina put the pieces together after a few months.

First she started getting confused when you would quickly go to the bathroom after a meal and then come back exhausted.

She tried to leave it alone and blame it on you just needing the bathroom after eating.

Then she realized you stopped wearing clothes that fit you properly. You started wearing baggier clothes.

She brushed it aside when you blamed it on wanting to be more comfortable.

Then one day she was looking back at old pictures of you two and she noticed that you definitely looked healthier then.

You blamed it on the weather. Sometimes you just look different in the winter.

She went with it.

Part of her never wanted to even imagine it. But the other part of her was screaming that something was wrong.

The last thing she noticed was how you’d never let her cuddle you anymore. Until one day you had a panic attack and she had held you to ground you.

Unbeknownst to you, her eyes filled with tears when she felt how fragile and small you had gotten in her arms.

She felt horrible for not connecting the dots earlier. But now she had to do something. So she starts thinking of how to confront you without making you freak out or anything.

The next time she picks you up she decides that she’s going to sit you down.

Y/n’s pov

I get into the hot pink jeep after another horrible day.

I just wish I was skinny. Like Gina. She’s perfect. I’m not. I’m nowhere near her size. I can’t even go five minutes without seeing someone laughing. They’re probably laughing about my size.

Regina cuts into my thoughts by saying

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

I shrug and say

“Nothing. Just have some homework”

She nods and starts driving us home.

Once we get to her house I walk in and Mrs George smiles and goes to hug me but then stops realizing I’ve rejected her hugs for a while.

I send her a smile and Regina brings me up to her room.

“Can I talk to you?”

Regina’s sudden question has me a bit nervous. I nod my head and say

“Yeah. You can tell me anything.”

She sits down on her giant bed and pats next to her so I sit too.

Great. Here’s the “it’s not you it’s me” speech

She sighs and says

“Y/n. I’ve noticed a few things about you lately and I just wanted to ask if you’re okay?”

My face goes pale.

She knows. Of course she knows she is trying to get it out of me before she pries it out herself. Great. She’s gonna hate me and think I’m disgusting.

I didn’t even realize it, but when I got lost in my thoughts, my tears started building up and falling down.

“Hey hey. It’s okay please just tell me what’s going on?”

All of a sudden I feel a tightness in my chest. I start to panic when I feel this way because I’m feeling claustrophobic right now.

It feels like the walls are closing in on me. I can’t breathe.

Nobody’s pov

Regina widens her eyes when you start to hyperventilate.

She says

“Hey hey! It’s okay. It’s okay baby. You’re gonna be okay.”

Regina doesn’t quite know how to handle this situation so she asks.

“Can you hear me?”

You nod your head a bit and Regina says

“Do you want me to get my mom?”

You rapidly shake your head and she nods.

“Okay. Can I touch you baby?”

“Mmhm”

She immediately envelopes you in a hug and says

“Come on y/n I need you to breathe with me.”

She puts your head on her chest and works you through it.

It takes a few minutes for Regina’s breathing techniques to get through to you but you’re breathing alright.

Regina thinks

Okay so this is gonna be a lot harder than I expected.

She takes a breath to calm herself and says

“Can you tell me what’s happening?”

You nod you head and say

“I just- I don’t want you to leave me”

Regina looks at you with sadness.

“I’m sorry you ever thought I would ever leave you baby. I’m not going anywhere. We’re stuck together. And I mean it.”

You nod your head and look away.

You try to form the words and communicate to her that you need help but it just comes out in a sobbed

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry”

Regina hugs you again and helps you calm down before you finish.

“I didn’t think it would go this far. I just.”

Your tone lowers to a hushed whisper and you say

“I just wanted to be skinny like you”

Regina misses the last part and she says

“Hmm baby? I couldn’t hear you”

You huff and say

“I wanted to be skinny. Like you.”

Regina’s eyes widen gigantically. She just now realizes how stupid she is.

She’s always worried about her size. She didn’t even think once to remember about how it might affect you.

She snaps out of her thoughts and shakes her head.

“No honey. You’re beautiful. So so perfectly beautiful just the way you are okay? I want you to be healthy baby.”

You nod your head and Regina can tell you want to say something.

“Did you want to tell me something?”

You nod and quietly say

“Will you help me eat?”

Regina smiles hugely at this and says

“Of course! What are you in the mood for? I can make you anything. And if I can’t we’ll buy it”

You shrug and say

“I don’t know.”

Regina thinks and says

“Is that you don’t know as in you do know you’re just scared to ask? Or is it as in you actually don’t know?”

You smile at her knowing you and you say

“Can I try sushi? I haven’t had it in so long. I feel like I might be able to do that”

She smiles and nods her head. She then says

“Do you want me to make it or order it?”

You say

“Um order. Can we get that one place you took me?”

She smiles knowing what you’re talking about and nods her head. She whips her phone out and orders your usual.

When it arrives you sit down staring at it.

It’s as if it is challenging you.

But Regina sits next to you at the table and pulls you into her lap.

At first you get nervous but then you feel so warm inside at her holding you close like she used to.

She grabs a piece of sushi and takes a bite and looks at you and says

“Whenever you’re ready sweetheart”

You nod and pick up a piece. You dip it in sauce and take about half a bite and you let it sit in your mouth.

Slowly but surely you start chewing it. Regina rubs your hips and says

“You’re doing great hun. Just tell me if you need to stop okay?”

You nod your head and finally you swallow. It was so daunting but it felt like a small weight was lifted off of your chest.

She picks up the rest and feeds it to you when you accept.

Her smile is gigantic and she is giving you so much praise and appreciation for this simple task.

After about three pieces of sushi you let out a strangled sigh and Regina says

“Can you do one more bite baby?”

After contemplating for a while you nod your head. Determined to make Regina happy. You finish the last bite and tear up a bit.

She shushes you and comforts you so well.

“You did so good. So so good. You’re perfect. So so perfect. My baby”

You lean back into her as she finishes what you didn’t eat and then suddenly you say

“I’m sorry”

She furrows her eyebrows and says

“Why for? Are you okay baby? Do you need the bathroom?”

She’s ready to jump into action in case it was too much for you but you shake your head. And say

“I’m sorry I couldn’t finish it”

She shakes her head aggressively and says

“No! No baby. You did so well. I’m literally so proud of you. Honestly I didn’t expect you to do that much. And it made me so so happy.”

You send a slight smile her way and relax into her hold.

You’ve got a long way to go but it’s a start.

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A/N: man that took forever. I hope it was good for you!!! I genuinely like died for a sec there and I couldn’t write at all. My brain was just like gone for. It was like fried lol. I hope you liked it! I’ve never written about this topic before so I understand if it’s sensitive.

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