auli’i’s

Last night, you were on the phone with Regina and something seemed off so you gave her a video call. You were right, because she told you something had happened between her and her Mom. Which unfortunately wasn’t unusual, but so infuriating because you knew what happened. It was usually one of three things— what she ate, what she wore or her grades. Of course, those were the main…quote-unquote, problems. There were always more issues in June’s opinion than meets the eye. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 

She looks at you, then away, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

“Regina.” You insisted.

“No, I don’t. Not now, and not over a FaceTime call.” 

“Okay.” You agreed, “Let me know when you’re ready. If you want to, I’ll come over, or I can pick you up.” 

“Not tonight, I just— I just need to sleep this one off. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

The lack of a nickname addressing you at the end? This was one of her tells that she really wasn’t in the mood, or had the energy to talk. She needed alone time, to calm down and get rest. So you let her off the hook— you said good night to her and hung up. “Good night, I love you.” You said, smiling softly. She forced a smile, “Night.”

“See you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7:15.” 

You were expecting school to be a little rough, and you were right. She was expecting the same too. “G, why do you always get cheese fries? The other options are not all bad.”

“Just not feeling those options, Gretch.” 

Well, it was a genuine question. The school food was great here compared to what you had at your old school. 

“Okay.” Gretchen stopped asking and went back to chatting with Karen. Meanwhile, Regina’s brows were knit together. She seemed to be thinking, but then also…started to seem like she was in distress. “Regina.” You said quietly, looking at her.

She took a deep breath, “I’m fine.” You didn’t buy it, she was already in a bit of a…bad mood after yesterday. Every little interaction like that, it only seemed to push her closer and closer to a breakdown. “I’ll be okay, y/n.” She insisted, “I got this.” No one else at the table noticed. Not Karen, not Gretchen…just you. Her voice was quivering, her eyes— shifty, and glossy. She wasn’t okay. “Do you wanna go home?”

“Home?” She bites back a scoff, “No, thanks.”

“To mine?” You clarified.

“No.” Regina shook her head, she went back to eating her food. You couldn’t help it but keep an eye on her. Why was it so damn hard for her to accept any help? To open up? To you of all people?

After lunch, there were three more classes left. You didn’t have the last two with her so you couldn’t exactly make sure she was alright. You could only hope. 

“I’ll meet you at your locker after the last bell. okay?” You pecked her cheek.

“Okay, baby.” She smiles softly, then evidently biting the inside of her cheek before she turned to leave.  You usually had no problem being away from her but when things got tough, you hated that. You would spend all day, everyday with her if you could. “Hey.” You hear Regina behind you as she tapped your shoulder. Turning around to face her, your greet, “Hi. Let’s go?”

She nodded silently as then took her hand in yours and walked out of school with her. Regina sits in the front with you, like she always does. Except she was just sitting there and staring into space— another bad thing. You had to get her out of that god awful place in her mind.

“Regina, you know this. We gotta talk about it.”

“What’s there that you don’t already know?” She asked, defeated.

You shut your bedroom door, gesturing for Regina to sit down. She does, letting out a sigh as she looked up at you. Her gaze follows you as you moved towards her and sat down in the spot beside her. “I’ll be fine, you know. Always happens, I just need to deal with it until it blows over.”

“What happened, Reg?”

She wanted to scoff but bit back, “Well, you know my mom.”

Of course.

“It’s the same thing, every time, y/n.” Regina replied through gritted teeth, the annoyance within her bubbling up to the surface. “Everytime. ‘Regina, maybe you shouldn’t wear that. It’s too tight, it doesn’t look good.’, ‘Regina, leave the cupcakes alone. You’ve had enough food for the day. We gotta watch what we eat’, ‘Regina, have you worked out today?’ I am so sick of it.”

You gazed into her eyes as she revealed all of that and more to you. “She’s been like this my whole life. Why am I still not used to it? Why am I still listening to what she says? I know it’s no good for me, but I just— I can’t stop thinking about what she’s been feeding my mind for the last eighteen years.”

You grabbed her hands and held them in yours, giving them a squeeze. Tears were starting to fall from her eyes…she was blinking profusely, trying to get rid of them, flustered. “It’s okay.” You assured. 

She shook her head, sniffling.

“Regina.” You repeated, “It’s okay. Let it out. All of it.” 

“When I was a kid, she used to make me finish my plate no matter what.” Regina exhaled shakily, “Then when I got older, I listened to my body, you know? I stopped eating when I was full but she’d tell me I was wasting food if I threw out what was left on my plate. I didn’t want her to get mad, so as pissed as I was, I finished my plate. I was pretty active, so it didn’t really affect me. Middle school, puberty happened. My body changed.” 

Wiping away her tears quickly, she continued, “And I always held more weight somehow. Well then, you know what. My eating habits got bad and I’d go days at a time without eating. Then it was the opposite. Now I’ve just been trying to heal from all of that but she’s been making it hell for me and sometimes I cannot do anything but feel like shit for a few days then get back to normal. We’ve been together almost a year, we’re off to college next year. We’re going to be adults but I’m still plagued by childhood problems. It’s ridiculous.” 

“It’s not ridiculous.” You told her, leaning down to catch her gaze, “It’s not. You’ve been putting in a lot of effort to get better and anyone would be stupid to not see that.”

“Really?” She scoffs, “Even when I have days where I literally do nothing but cry about what she’s told me years ago, or do even worse things, because of her?” 

“Yeah. Even then. It takes a lot of strength and courage to push through all that, and pick yourself back up. Which you do, every single time no matter how hard it gets.” 

Her frame seemed less tense by the time she stopped talking. With your thumb brushing over her knuckles, you said, “Regina, I need you to remember that I’ll always be here for you. Not just for the good things, for anything. Tough, sad, infuriating. Anything at all. You are not alone. I’m your partner.” 

She looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes again.

“I know it’s hard, I know why so you don’t have to keep explaining yourself. And I know it seems like I’m offering nothing but companionship. But that’s sort of what a partner is. I’m here, to keep you company. No matter what life throws at you.” 

Another deep sigh falls from her lips before she goes, “Thank you.” 

“I love you.”

A pink hue tinted her tear-stain cheek as she tried to hide a smile. “I love you so much.” You added on.

“I love you too.” She squeezed your hand in return.

“And you know I’d do anything for you.” You smiled while your hand rested on her thigh.

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Regina tensed up slightly at that touch. A harsh exhale was heard from her as you smirked to yourself. “Anything…” Your finger traced her pale skin. You looked up, meeting her eyes once again. Regina had that look, she wanted this. She wanted you. “To prove it.” 

“Do you want me to make you feel good, hm?” Your hand relocated onto her cheek, cupping her face. Like a switch has flipped, she immediately gave in to the temptation and nodded eagerly. Her eyes closed and you leaned in to capture her lips into your own. Fleeting kisses were swiftly followed by longer kisses…ones of desire. A whine slips from her mouth in the midst, sending a rush of heat that pooled between your own thighs. You’d back her up against the headboard, she sat with her legs naturally spread open while you straddled her, your knees on either side of her hips. You hands were grabbing her face, lips having never left hers since they latched on several minutes prior.

Regina whimpers this time. You chuckled, “You want more?” It was a little amusing to see her reduced to nothing but meek little noises when under your control. You loved it though, having slightly more dominance over her than typical. And well? She loves being beneath you, that’s for sure. Her head rolls back on reflex, inviting you to work her neck over. And expectedly, when you’ve hit a certain little spot, you’ve earned your first moan. Smiling to yourself, you continued your action until she got louder and squirmier. “Fuck.” She cursed. 

Your hand moves down south, grabbing a handful of her breast without having to look. Regina panted, the air right by your ear tickled you and sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Take it off.” She grumbled.

“As you wish, baby.” You smirked, reaching back underneath her shirt and unclipping her bra before you detach yourself from her and removed her shirt then got the bra out of the way. Your lips resume its work along her neck, your fingers play with her tit on one hand. You tug on the teat, and she gives you a pretty high pitched moan. “Does that feel good, honey?”

“Yeah—” She says, you didn’t even let her finish that word before you pinched that hardening tip between your fingers. “Shit.” You climb off her, pulling her pants down on the way after getting a hurried nod of approval from her. Settling yourself down between her legs on the mattress, you wasted no time and ran your tongue up and down her slit. Already, she was breathing heavily and you saw her groping her own tits for more stimulation.

“Don’t be shy, now.” You chuckled, thumb moving to rub her clit at the same time your mouth worked. Regina flinches, a muffled noise comes from her. “Don’t hold back, Regina.” Your free hand massaged her thigh, “I want to hear you, baby. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

The strokes of your tongue quickened, becoming firmer and more purposeful. Your hand on her clit then shifts and you instead slide two fingers inside her. Regina gasps, and flinches. Her leg moves out of position slightly but it remained that way, her body gradually getting overcome by increasing pleasure. You two digits pumped in and out of her at a leisurely but consistent pace, making sure you hit her g-spot everytime. That, sends a shock through her body without fail, making her head spin in pleasure. You feel her fingers combing through your hair roughly, keeping your head in place. Your brows were raised briefly but you carried on, “Fuck, right there— right there—” Regina whimpered, strained. “Don’t stop—”

“Mmkay, baby.” You hummed, keeping at this exact pace and place for awhile. You feel her wetness on your chin, but you couldn’t care less. You were lost in the moment, feeling her writhing beneath you, hearing her making all those noises for you. You were drawn to her like moths to a flame, your only priority now was making her feel good and making her come, worshipping this beautiful body of hers. Worshipping every single inch of her.

“You’re so beautiful.” Your mouth and fingers left her entirely, then you clambered back up to meet her face. “You’re my beautiful girl, aren’t you, Regina?” Brushing her cheek, you gave her a smile as you broke away from the kiss. You pulled her down carefully so she now laid on her back, you reattach your lips to the spot on her neck and started to kiss your way downwards…covering every bit of her exposed skin with a smooch. “Fuck—” She whined, “F—I need you, I need you. y/n—”

“Answer the question, Regina.”  You smirked, fondling her tits while hovering over her. She kept quiet so you grabbed at the flesh harder, forcing the lewd noises out of her mouth, followed by impatient nods, “Y—yes— yes— oh, fuck—”

“I’ll be right back.” Kissing her once more, you got off her and then the bed.

“Baby, come on.” She grumbled.

“Just getting the strap, babe.” You winked, “Be patient~”

Regina exhales exasperatedly, looking at you while you walk to your closet and put on the harness behind its door. You’ve gotten her all hot and bothered already and you were absolutely enjoying yourself at this moment. “Open up, baby.” You tapped her thigh and she did as you told her to. Dragging the tip of the shaft along her throbbing cunt, the whining and whimpering from her resumes. “Aw.” You teased, “Are you ready, darling?”

“Yes— yes— oh my God…” She swallowed thickly, nodding her head while she kept looking at you. She knew you would ask for eye contact, so she did it first. 

“Please, do it, please.” Regina pleaded desperately. 

“Oh, good girl.” You smiled cheekily, lining up the tip of the shaft with her entrance. You were swift, pushing into her before she could say anything. All you heard was a low moan when you entered her and gradually bottomed out. “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am.” She replied in a whisper, unintentionally whimpering at the end. You retracted and pushed into her more forcefully, a whimper just erupts from her throat like that. Hearing her just spurs you on, you went faster and faster, plus her noises matched up with your movements. It quite literally feels as though you were ascending into a whole new dimension. The noise of both your skin hitting each other’s, combined with the wetness? Whatever it was, it was obscene and had you weak in the knees. But, you persisted. Your hand was on her knee, pushing that leg of hers up as you continued railing to her. She was babbling…curse words, your name, incoherent noises. Goddamn. Her mind was one clouded mess, miles away by now. 

When Regina’s back arched off the mattress, she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck!”

You looked at her, slightly worried, “You okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” She gasped, “Don’t— don’t stop. That feels so fucking good, baby. Keep going— I’m so close— so close—”

“Alright~” You smiled, relieved and eager, “Don’t hold back, Regina.” You resumed your consistent motion of impaling her, watching her face contort, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She babbled in a daze. “Let it all go, Reg. Let it all go.” 

“God, you’re insane…” She panted, breathless.

“You’re the one gushing now and I’m barely doing anything anymore.” You retorted.

“God, keep going.”

“What?”

“I want more, keep going.” Her voice was airy, soft. “Keep going?”

You nodded, giving her what she wanted and completely disregarding the state of your sheets. “Oh, you’re so hot, baby.” 

“Fuck’s sake.” Regina chewed on her lower lip, “I— I need your mouth— God, fuck—”

Once again, you went along with her happily, pulling out of her then promptly diving back into her cunt, tasting every last drop of her. And yet, she just kept spilling into your mouth. At this point? You couldn’t care less if you drowned. “Damn.” You chuckled, “How far can you go?”

“Push me.” She ordered.

“Well, since you asked…” You shoved your fingers back inside her, assaulting her sensitive spot while lapping her up without complaints. 

Somehow, her pitch got higher, making you giddy. You feel her tightening around your fingers rapidly, and you kept going to push her over the edge again. She came, and she came hard. She even backed away a little, so you immediately stopped. That was it, she didn’t want more and you knew. It’d been discussed— if she backs away like that, you’d stopped.

With a tentative hand on her thigh, you shushed her, trying to help her find her breath again. “You’re okay, I got you. You’re okay.” 

She nodded, “I know, I know. Oh— my God, I love you.” Hiding her face in her hands to hide the blushing, you brushed her hands away when you crawled back up to lay down next to her. “Look at me.” You held her face in your hand, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She does, and you continue, “I love you. sometimes your mind’s gonna try to convince you otherwise…but, I really, really do. I love you so fucking much and I never want you to forget that.” 

“After all of that? I won’t ever be able to get you out of my mind.” She jokes, her usual smirk on her face.

“I mean it. I love everything about you, every little bit of you. Just like you do me. You are perfect the way you are.” 

Regina kisses you back, snuggling closer to you. “I know you do, and I promise. No more of that ‘keeping things to myself’ next time…I’ll try my best to talk about it, with you, or with a therapist.”

“And if you ever need to get away from your house, please don’t hesitate to come over to my place. Please. Come over here yourself, or call me, or text me. Anything.” 

“Roger that.” She smiled just slightly, which turned into a smirk. “Also, you are freakishly good at whatever that was. Never came this hard in my life.”

“Well, you also did more than that, but…anything for you, eh?” Your fingers traced along her arm. Regina chuckles, “Oh, I’m just as shocked as you are. Sorry about the mess.” 

“I’m not sorry, Reg. They’re just sheets.” You laughed, rubbing her back. “You wanna take a shower? Freshen up?”

“That sounds nice, sure.” 

“Alright.” You got up first, then pulled her up, “Let’s go.” She smacks you on the ass while you walk ahead of her, entering the ensuite bathroom first. You gasped, “Regina.” 

“I think, it’s only fair that you get your turn too now.” She whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your back. “Do you want that, baby girl?”

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💭A/N:

You weren’t sure when everything changed, but they did and it has never been the same since then. Your sister’s been faking, faking it all the time with you. Faking that she was okay when she wasn’t. You knew that, so you tried to help her whenever and however you could. She appreciates it, you knew that. She made sure you knew it. But every time you look at her, your heart hurts. Regina was struggling, now worse than ever. But two weeks ago, you couldn’t take it and talked to her. You actually sat her down alone and talked to her about it. Then it became begging. You broke down and begged her to get help. It was something you wouldn’t have done if you hadn’t seen her show signs of wanting to get help and get better in the first place. Things got better at first, then it took a huge dip. That’s when you talked to her.

For whatever reason, Regina agreed to get help. And ever since that day when she got dropped off at the hospital, you were reduced to seeing her three times a week at most. Which was a very big change compared to being able to see her everyday. Sitting in her Jeep after pulling into the driveway, you shut your eyes while you took some deep breaths. Ever since you saw her today in the hospital, your mood took a turn. While you were happy to see her, and she was more than happy to see you, having to see Regina in the hospital broke your heart every time you came by. Countless questions swam through your head after each visit. Why would she do that to herself? She knew it could literally cost her her life. She knew that, she’s told you that. But time and time again, she relapses. She doesn’t mean to, you knew that. That was why you spoke up and told her to get help. You weren’t going to risk losing your best friend.

Turning the engine off, you scrambled into the house, your mind racing as you rushed upstairs to your bedroom.The door opens with a slam, your bag falls at the foot of your bed with a thud. In a hurry, you found yourself in the bathroom, staring at the toilet. Were you about to do that? You weren’t thinking straight if at all, but one thing you knew for sure was that you had to understand why she did so. That was the main voice in your mind, urging you to…understand. You locked the bathroom door gingerly, kneeling before the toilet. You retched, the feeling was awful. Nothing came up, but It shocked you to the point where you just started to hyperventilate and cry as you fall onto your ass and sat on the marble floors. ‘Why’d you do that, y/n? You shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t have—’

You couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful this was for your sister, this was barely anything at all. After some time, you fished your phone out from your pocket. You were barely calming down and you needed Janis. You didn’t care how you were claiming you’ve been doing okay anymore, because you weren’t. This thing, showed it clearly to you. You needed someone.

“Janis—” Your breath hitched, “Jan, can you come over please?”

She didn’t even have the chance to reply.

“Please, I need you, please.” You were crying again.

Your phone falls from your hand after you heard the dial tone, you zoned out feeling absolute shame and disgust by your own decision to even think about doing that in the first place. You knew what you had to do— you had to let Dr. Cree know, you needed to squeeze in another session with your therapist this week on top of your usual two. But right now, you couldn’t even move. And you didn’t. You didn’t move until you heard knocks on your bathroom door which jolted you out of your thoughts. “Baby, it’s me.” Janis says. You sniffed, standing up unsteadily to unlock the door. She opens it a crack and you move out of the way so she could fully open the door. Seeing how distraught you were, she envelopes you in a hug instantly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion. “Hey, hey it’s okay. I have you, baby. I have you.”

You cried buckets as she held you in her arms without question.

Eventually, you and Janis sat in your bed and you started to explain all that went down before you called her to come over. “I…am texting my therapist now to get another session scheduled so I can dissect this and figure it out.”

“That’s good, baby.” She held your face in her hand, pressing a kiss to your lips before you snuggled up against her. “It’s a very difficult thing you’ve had to deal with, pretty much being the main person looking out for Regina. You have done a damn good job making sure she was being taken care of, you know? You stepped up, you shouldn’t have to, but you did. Because you love your sister, and believe me when I say this: Things will get better eventually. It’s a whole process and it might seem like it’s taking forever, but Regina is so fucking strong, she knows there’s more to life than what she’s struggling with.”

“Thank you.” You wrap your arms around her, “I— I know that, but sometimes I really just need to hear it. So, yeah— thank you.” You ended up fully laying on Janis, your legs kind of straddling her while your head rested on her chest. She kisses the crown of your head, “Do you want anything? Takeout? It’s dinnertime soon.”

“Sure.” You hummed, getting increasingly sleepy in her presence, “Not sure what I want though.”

“That’s okay, leave that to me.” She chuckles, looking down at you in adoration, “Wanna nap?”

You nodded, “Mm, yeah.”

“Okay, close your eyes, honey. Rest up.” She gives you another kiss on the head, running her fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp— very effectively coaxing you to sleep. Once you fell asleep, Janis was looking through the food delivery app on her phone to decide what to order in for dinner. She knew for sure that June wasn’t going to be home tonight.

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“It’s not unheard of for caregivers to imitate— for the lack of better words, the affected person’s behaviour, oftentimes coming from a point where they wish to understand the reasoning or the feeling. However, unlike them, you, the caregiver know that it is wrong. Though both you and your sister are both seeking help from mental health professionals, it’s for very different reasons. She is mentally ill because of her anorexia, her bulimia. You, like we both know, are seeing me to deal with anxiety. They’re very different, rather tough in their own ways but equally valid to be seeking help for. In fact, it’s right to— it’s beneficial to get help. It is difficult to get to the first step, to ask for help. But you’ve done it, and so has she. You guys are both on the right tracks.”

“I had a completely just— worst panic attack of my life after it hit me what I was doing. I called Janis, she came over and then I managed to come down from it pretty quickly. But I just thought it was the right thing to do to get another session with you so I could work through the complexity of it all.”

“You did the right thing talking to me about it. Knowing you need to talk and when you need to talk is amazing. You have improved a lot, y/n.”

You nodded, giving her an appreciative smile.

“Your decision to cut down on the number of visits to your sister, I think it will be good for you. You’re not responsible for caring for her like you had to prior to her hospitalisation. You have to lead your own life too, y/n.”

“I hear you. It’ll take a bit of time and willpower to get used to, but I’ll try my best.”

She nodded, “Is there anything else you’d like to talk about?”

“Actually, uh, yeah. Last night, I had sex for the first time— ever. And it was…great but then when the sobriety hit me, so did the guilt.”

“Why do you think you felt the guilt?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, picking at your nails, “I guess…because my mom and dad have always told me sex was not a ‘good’ thing. That I should never do anything until I was married.”

“Did you both consent?”

“Yes.” You nodded, staring at your nails instead of keeping eye contact with your therapist.

“Did you feel listened to? Seen? Or instead pressured in any way— for anything?”

“No. Janis was great, she really talked to me before we even did anything to make sure boundaries were set for both of us. Everything went really well, it was just the after that I started to freak out because—”

“Because?” She prompted.

“…Because I couldn’t let go of my parents’ opinion and live my life the way I want to.” You let that out. “It scares me that they are so strict about that. A part of me understands they probably just want to keep me safe, but I do feel so safe and loved by Janis. So I said yes. Actually, I initiated the thing. I asked if we could do it. Then after everything, she took care of me. You know? I felt good, it was better than I could’ve ever imagined it to be.”

“And that is absolutely fine. It’s great. But yes. Sex can be intense, it is intimate and it may seem daunting, but like you said— you were safe, and listened to and cared for. That’s all you need to focus on instead of someone else’s. It’s your life, you deserve the freedom as you see fit. You know how to speak up for yourself, y/n. You have the tools, the courage, the capability to deal with that and any moments where you feel low. But as always, you have to also remember that you can always contact me.”

“I do.” You chuckled, “Yeah I do.”

“I think this a good place to close today’s session, isn’t it?”

“Yep.” You agreed, “Thanks, Haley.”

“Of course. I’ll see you Friday?”

“You will.” You confirmed, “Janis is coming with me.”

“Ah, then I look forward to finally meeting her. Take care, y/n.”

You left the office feeling as if a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and with much more clarity on just about everything. You drove home, took a shower and made yourself dinner. You hopped on a FaceTime call with Janis in the meantime.

“How was your session today?”

“Very good.” You told her while stirring the pasta in the pan. “Really, I talked about everything I needed and wanted to talk about, worked through them. Didn’t cry— which is another huge thing. She smiled, “I’m glad to hear that, baby. What ya making?”

“Pasta.” You answered happily. She gasps dramatically, “Can I come over?”

“You want to? Sure.” You nodded, grinning.

“Carbonara?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help it but chuckled.

“With Bacon Spam instead of bacon?” She asks eagerly.

“Mhm.”

“I’m on my way. My mom and dad aren’t home right now anyway- business trip.” Janis decided.

“Alrighty, see you soon.”

She stayed on the call the whole way over. Literally, right until she was on your front porch.

You opened the door and she just tackles you into a hug. “Missed me?” You joked.

“Of course.” She nearly snorted laughing.

“Oh yeah?” You continued.

“Yeah.” She nodded, grinning mischievously. You knew what was coming— she was going to kiss you all over your face. And she did, you giggled, as always. So she just does it more, all while clinging onto you. “Hi, cutie.”

“Right on time.” You grinned, “I’ve just plated the pasta. You want garlic bread?”

“Only if you add some cheese.” Janis shrugs.

“We’re both lactose tolerant.” You stated.

“It’s okay, we have a half day tomorrow.”

“I thought you’d be with Damian.” You told her while taking out a roll of garlic bread from the freezer and the bag of shredded cheddar and parmesan mix. You put them on a tray and popped it into the oven.

“Well, he’s on a date, so is everyone else we know.” Janis pulled out a chair for you, you sat down then she does the same opposite of you.

“Everyone?” You asked back. “Us too?”

“I know you’re joking, but I can be pretty romantic, y/n.”

“Oh I have no doubt about that, babe.”

She wasn’t kidding— she lit candles and dimmed the lights while you tried to start eating your food.

“See? Any night can be date night.”

“This is nice.” Your lips tug into a smile. She smiles back then dug into food.

After dinner, you and Janis decided to bake some cookies while jamming out to both your favourite songs. “Chocolate chips?” Janis asked, peeking into the pantry.

“Dark and white chocolate.” You nod.

“Ooh, okay. Are we gonna make both?”

“Just dark chocolate chip cookies, but I’ll be adding a bit of white chocolate chips into the dough. I’m going to see Regina tomorrow so I thought I’d bring by a few for her— it’s her favourite. We used to bake a batch every weekend.”

“Aw.” Janis set down the two bags on the counter, “I think she’d really like that.”

You smiled, grabbing ahold of the measuring cup, “Will it be bad if I want you to stay over?”

“Why would that be bad? We can just get up a little earlier so I grab my bag on our way to school tomorrow. I don’t live that far away.” She squints.

“I just— don’t wanna seem…clingy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. You can cling onto me as much as you’d like. I love holding you.” Janis took the cup from the kitchen scale and dumped the flour in a big mixing bowl.

You pondered for a few seconds, taking a deep breath, “I uh, I still have these moments sometimes, that’s not good, you know? Talking about myself like that.”

“You got this, don’t worry about any of that when you’re with me. We can talk about anything— we always do.”

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After school the next day, Janis drove you to the hospital as planned last night. While you walked into Regina’s hospital room, Janis sat in a plastic chair outside in the hallway after smooching you on the cheek. You also had to check with Regina’s nurse to see if she could have any outside food— she was allowed, so that was great.

“Hey, baby.” Regina looks up from her book in hand, setting it down as she locked eyes with you. She was in a good mood.

“Hi, Reg.” You mirrored her smile, “I brought you a new book, and some cookies— your favourite.”

“Aw.” She says, reaching out to grab your hand, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, it’s fine.” You chuckled, your eyes then noticing this paper chain hanging behind your sister on the wall.

“That is a little project one of my nurses had me do.” She realises, “I’ve been here twenty-two days now, so each loop represents one day— yellow means it was a good day, no restriction, no purging, orange means things were a little tough but nothing happened, and pink is the…worst case scenario.”

More than half the paper loops on the chain were yellow and orange. You were proud of how much better she seemed to be doing already.

“How was the book I brought you last time?” You asked.

“I’m nearly at the end of the book already, not much to do around here. So I’m very happy you brought me another one.” She shrugs, “Could you hand me the Tupperware?”

You took the Tupperware from the table you had set it down on, and gave it to her. She opened the lid and took a cookie out to eat it, “You want one?”

“Sure.” You nod, taking one for yourself as well.

“Did you give these to my nurses too?”

“No, I got them prepackaged snacks, I wasn’t sure if they could accept homemade food or anything.”

“Right.” Regina laughed lightly, taking a bite of the cookie as she set the container down on her bed, “Wait, you’ve been seeing Haley, right?”

“Yeah, I have.” You confirmed, “And I also decided that I’m going to come by a little less frequently.”

“Absolutely, you gotta do your own things too.” Regina agreed. “I would very much rather have you be busy with things that you like to do than come here too often. The environment can be a little intimidating and depressing not gonna lie. It’s also a hotbed for bacteria and infections, so— please don’t get sick.”

“I hear ya, Reg.” You chuckled over your words.

“Is that Janis outside?” Regina squints.

“Yeah. She drove me here but wasn’t sure if you’d want her in here.”

“She can come in if she wants, would be nice to see faces I actually know rather than a bunch of people who I’ve never even met before my stay here.”

“I’ll call her in.” You nod, shrugging before you got up from the plastic chair and got Janis to join you and Regina.

“Hey.” Janis waved.

“Hi.” Regina gave your girlfriend a tight-lipped smile, “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been pretty good. Having a lot of fun with your sister playing house. How’s therapy?”

“Janis!” You chided in a whisper.

Regina laughs though, “Actually, I’ve never been better. Sure my sessions went from one to like, three a week but that means I have ample time to work on myself. I’ve been struggling with all of it for so long, I’m actually just…relieved to be starting to get free from the claws of that horrible disorder. I want to get better, I know I am getting better but my main worry now is my ‘bad days’. I don’t want that, I’m not even thinking about that and sometimes they creep up on me and I don’t even realise.”

“Like you said, you are getting better. Which only means you’ll only improve more and more from this point.” Janis quipped.

Regina smiled appreciatively, “Thanks, I appreciate that. And for keeping my sister sane.”

You snorted, “Sane? She drives me insane.”

Janis’ mouth hung open, “What?”

“I don’t need to know that part. But, um— okay, good for you.”

“The first thing that comes to your mind is, that?” Janis teased.

“There’s no shame in that, come on.” Regina laughed heartily.

After a bit, you and Janis head home. Taking a shower, you decided you wanted to nap, so that’s what you did. Janis sat next to you, watching TV while you drifted off to dreamland feeling the soothing motions of Janis’ hand running up and down your back.

When you woke up, Janis was asleep next to you, laying on her stomach but faced towards you. You couldn’t help but smiled at the sight, pressing a kiss to her cheek before you got out of bed to see what you could make for dinner.

The decision? Spam Musubi. Low-effort, and doesn’t take long to make. So you were pretty sure you’d be done before Janis woke up. Plus, she’d get a little taste of home.In fact, you wound up having more than enough time to spare so you tried out a new cookie recipe that you were going to make for Regina at the next visit. You decided that every visit, you’d bring her a new flavour of cookie and a new book, just to keep things fresh. You knew she’d appreciate it.

Her hard work paid off. Over six months later, Regina was finally allowed to come home and continue her treatment outpatient. Your mom actually picked her up from there and drove her home. That surprised you because you weren’t so sure if you saw her do anything more than pay for the bills and expenses thus far. While they were on their way home, you and Janis made lunch. The rest of the group hung around and decorated the place before she got home.

You all hear a car pull into the driveway soon enough then the front door opens. “We’re home!” June announced.

Regina saw you first, and quite literally fought to hug you first. It made you laugh, but you took the win. “Hi, baby.” Regina hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “It’s so good to be back home. Hi, guys. Thanks for doing this.”

“It’s nothing.” Gretchen beamed, “Good to have you closer to us again, G.”

Regina smiled back, giving the girl a hug. “So nice to see you, Gretch.”

Everyone else got a hug too, and as surprised as they were by the affection, they could take it. They would take a surprising hug any day over a fainting spell.

“Did you make cookies?” Regina gasped.

“Take a look for yourself.” You poked her on the arm. She held onto your hand while you all headed over to the kitchen/dining area.

“Holy shit.” Regina chuckles tearily, “Baby, this— I love it. I fucking love it. Thank you.”

Her favourite cookie flavour, big enough for everyone to share and in the shape of a rose. A white rose…Regina’s favourite flower. A flower that also symbolises new beginnings. How fitting.

“Okay, let’s dig in.” Regina declared, “They must’ve spent such a long time preparing all this. Guys— the place looks amazing, so does the food. Thank you, I really appreciate you all for doing this and sticking by me.”

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