#janis x reader

You were a plastic in a relationship with Janis Imi'ike. Of course, no one knew about it. Besides Damian. If Regina ever found out, she would socially kill you. Maybe physically too.

So all your time with Janis was spent in secret, behind closed doors.

Whenever you went to her place, you'd even go as far as to make sure your location was off. The two of you haven't even gone on a proper date. The risk of it was too high. Not that Janis or even you minded, the both of you loved your little home dates. Damian would sometimes play waiter for the two of you and set up a romantic dinner in Janis' kitchen. The gesture was sweet, but you couldn't help feeling amused every time he did it. Especially when he would use his dramatized French accent.

The day Cady joined the plastics was definitely... interesting, of course Janis had told you all about her plan to take Regina down from the inside. She would have asked you to do it but thought it might be too risky; which you understood. So Cady was the spy. Besides, Janis didn’t want anything to happen to you in the crossfire. Though she would never be caught dead admitting that out loud.

The changes in Regina were subtle and none of you exactly noticed them at first as the three worked behind the scenes to bring her down. You had specifically requested to not have any part of it, they were fine with that. However, you did start to notice something going on with Cady. She had a different vibe around you that she didn’t have for the other girls in the group. She was always asking something of you. Whether it was questions to math (that you didn’t know the answers to, so you gave her fake answers to avoid giving her the awkward “I don’t know” response), she would always sit next to you at the plastics table; and as if the time you spent at school together wasn’t enough, she would constantly ask if you were busy after school. You always said yes. Truthfully, you usually were. If you weren’t busy with Janis (which was half of the time, probably more) you were busy with family stuff. Life after school was genuinely busy for you, much to Cady’s disappointment.

One morning, you were in French with Gretchen and Cady. The three of you always sat together, as much as you would rather be with Janis and Damian who were behind you. Cady sat on your right, seemingly confused with something as she nudged over her paper to you with a frown,” Hey. Y/N? Could you help me with this? I don’t know what it means.” You didn’t pick up on the fakeness in her tone.

With a sigh, you leaned over a little to get a better look at her sheet. You vaguely knew what the task was, though you weren’t 100% sure; “I think it’s saying to name three well known French cities, then explain what made them famous.” Yeah, that sounded right.

“Here, let me check.” Gretchen took the paper, you missed the slight annoyance in Cady’s eyes, and read it over in her head. Gretchen was pretty good with languages, at least from what you’d gathered. She looked at you with a smile,” Yeah! That’s basically the vibe.”

You nodded in thanks while Gretchen handed the paper back to Cady, who seemed reluctant almost to take it.

Janis had been watching the interaction, narrowing her eyes as she especially watched Cady and how she was behaving around you. Janis knew damn well that Cady knew what everything meant. What game was Cady playing at? Janis wasn’t sure, but she knew she didn’t like it. Whatever it was. She nudged Damian, who looked up from his phone.

“What?”

“Did you see that?” Janis asked, gesturing to the three.

Damian raised an eyebrow,” girl, what are you talking about?”

“Cady and Y/N.” Janis muttered, she hadn’t realized how tight the grip on her pencil was until she was accidentally snapping it in half. The sound of the snap brought her back to reality as she looked at it, then Cady, then Damian.

“Okay, in the words of Taylor Swift. You need to calm down. I’m just gonna take this…” He not so subtly reached for the now broken pencil (that Janis was holding much like a little shank in each hand) and tucked them away into the desk. “Plus, this is Y/N. That girl is like a personified golden retriever. She wouldn’t hurt you if the state of the world depended on it.”

“No, I know.” Janis flexed her fingers a bit, having not realized just how tight her grip on that poor pencil had been. “It isn’t Y/N I’m worried about.”

Janis would watch over the next week as Cady’s behaviour with you only seemed to get worse. Until one day, when everyone was in the cafeteria. Janis saw Cady playing with your hair (you tried telling her to stop and she wouldn’t listen) and she finally had enough.

She walked over to the plastics table.

You tensed a little when you saw her, wondering what she was going to do. Janis was unpredictable, which you loved about her but you also knew that meant she had a tendency to start trouble.

Regina noticed Janis and was visibly disgusted,” Ew. No. Why is it at our table?”

You wanted to glare at Regina for that comment, but you didn’t. Remembering you had to act as though you didn’t know who Janis was. You were a plastic, she was an art freak. But Janis’ gaze was on you and the look in her eyes was hard to ignore. The moment you tried to look away, Janis grabbed you by your chin (completely ignoring Regina’s comment and the confusion in everyone’s eyes) and kissed you.

Your eyes were wide, your body stilled for a moment as a gasp rang out throughout the cafeteria. Gretchen practically screamed.

Then, you kissed back. Standing from your table and pulling Janis flush against you.

Everything stood still.

In that moment, nothing mattered. Not your status, not the eyes of everyone, not the shock on Cady’s face and not the pure disgust in Regina’s eyes. You didn’t care. You had Janis. Janis was all that mattered. All that you felt.

And that’s the story of how you lost your social life. Did you care? Maybe part of you missed it. But you wouldn’t change how things played out even if you could. You could openly be with Janis now. Even if the results of that were your only friends being Janis and Damian. Does your girlfriend even count as a friend? If not, then your only friend was Damian.

(Y/n) ignored Harry calling to her, wanting to know why she was ending it. Everyone had gathered around them, and (Y/n) felt uncomfortable. Walking away, her pace continued to grow as she rounded the corner, slipping into the janitor's closet. She sighed in relief, finally feeling peace fill her until she looked around and made eye contact with Janis, who was eating chips and sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor. (Y/n) wanted to curse when she saw Janis Imi'ike of all people in the same small room as her. Turning to leave, (Y/n) hoped that Harry was gone and the crowd died down.

"What's the matter, princess? Scared to breathe the same air of a lowly art freak?" Janis questioned, standing up to throw away her trash. When she moved, (Y/n) began to realize how small the space around them was. Shaking her head, her hand twitched on the door handle, narrowing her eyes over at the girl who wore a cocky smirk on her lips. She knew what she was doing. "Don't let me stop you from leaving. Regina is probably worried sick about the whereabouts of one of her most loyal henchwomen. You can't leave her worried, can you? After all, you're just like Gretchen and Karen, you follow everything she does all the time."

By the time Janis was done, their faces were close together, and (Y/n)'s face was red with anger. But instead of yelling back at Janis, she kissed her deeply. This was something that Janis automatically reciprocated as she pulled (Y/n) close. (Y/n) deepened the kiss, her hands making their way into her hair easily. This was something that (Y/n) thought about practically every day, kissing the girl in her art class who stands up for the little guy, always says what's on her mind, and looks hot while she is painting the most radical art projects. In truth, despite how Regina says they should hate Janis, (Y/n) has always liked and admired her.

Janis could say the same for (Y/n). Even though she was annoyed that (Y/n) followed alongside anything Regina said they must do, she knew that (Y/n) wasn't like the other Plastics. She guessed she was more annoyed over the fact that (Y/n) dropped Janis when Regina did. Right now, though, with their lips smashing together and their teeth clashing as they kissed, it felt like none of that mattered anymore. The only that truly mattered to Janis at that moment was the girl she was kissing as her hands slipped under her shirt to hold her waist before they traveled to (Y/n)'s pants.

"Do it, fuck me, Janis," (Y/n) whispered on Janis's lips, allowing them a moment to catch their breath as they made eye contact. Janis nodded softly before smirking as she kissed (Y/n) again. Her hands slipped into the girl's shorts and automatically, (Y/n) gasped out in pleasure. Janis knew all of the ways to push her buttons the right way. (Y/n) moaned softly on Janis's lips until Janis pulled away to press kisses down her jawline and neck. Her body felt like it was coming undone in all the right ways. "Fuck, Janis, you feel so good."

Janis's ego was boosted by (Y/n)'s words as she slipped a finger into (Y/n), smirking when she moaned her name. Admittedly, the two have been into each other for years despite all of the drama. This was just the first time either one of them had done anything about it. Janis brought (Y/n) closer to her climax, but didn't let her reach it yet. "I want you to beg me to let you cum." Janis demanded, her lips by (Y/n)'s ear, nipping at her earlobe. (Y/n) shuddered in pleasure at the feeling. She felt like she could collapse in Janis's hands as her legs shook.

"Please, Janis, you're making me feel so good. Please, let me cum." She cried out, her eyes fluttering close as her head fell back. Janis sped up but still didn't allow her to cum. (Y/n) felt as though she could cry. "Please, Janis, please. I'm yours, I'm all yours. Let me cum, please."

Janis's lips twitched with satisfaction as she finally allowed (Y/n) to climax. As (Y/n) came, Janis pulled the girl's shorts down, cleaning her up with her tongue. (Y/n) cried out to Janis, her hands tangling into her hair again as she felt herself coming up to her second orgasm in seconds. "Don't be shy, baby, cum again." And (Y/n) unraveled again and Janis continued to drink her up like she was water. (Y/n) felt weak in the knees as she caught her breath while Janis pulled her shorts back up. (Y/n) didn't object to Janis kissing her, allowing her to taste herself on Janis's tongue.

As the two mellowed out, (Y/n) looked at Janis for a long moment. "When we were in eighth grade, the reason I stopped talking to you… I shouldn't have done it, but it was because I was crushing on you. When Regina kissed you, I thought I was going to die. Instead of just being normal, I stopped talking to you, and that was my fault. I'm sorry, Janis." (Y/n) apologized as her chest still heaved and her lips remained swollen. She needed to get that out. She needed Janis to know why everything went down the way they did between them. She had been carrying that guilt for so long, and she knew she needed to apologize. Because Janis was right, she always did everything Janis wanted and stood beside her throughout everything.

Janis licked her lips, still enjoying the taste of (Y/n) on them. "It's okay, all is forgiven." She said honestly, taking (Y/n)'s hand. "I think the reason it hurt so much is because I had a crush on you, too," Janis admitted as the two took their time to process the information they shared.

"I'm not out yet," (Y/n) said sadly, not wanting Janis to be upset with her. She was worried about coming out. Not just because of Regina, but because she was worried about the world. She felt like she needed the time to come out when she was ready, and that time wasn't today or tomorrow. She didn't want to disappoint Janis, but this was information that she felt that Janis deserved to know.

Y/n didn’t show up at school today, which wasn’t typical considering she was an excellent student. Janis knew you wouldn’t miss it for no reason and it made her worried, she texted you a few times but you hadn’t responded— up until now.

The text was a string of incoherent letters and emojis but she could make out a few words. She bit her lip in thought scanning the message over again, concluding you were regressed, she knew you tended to regress when stressed or overwhelmed, really a lot of factors went into it, and she was more than happy to help.

Also, from the looks of it, you were in a good mood… Maybe? Considering the happy emojis used, it wasn’t unlikely but also looks could be deceiving- and was that a frowny face?

Janis quickly shook her head, she was reading too much into things. She’d check on you later, and you’d be okay.

She hoped so.

Due to the worry for her girlfriend, she was very antsy in class. Art was her last period of the day, which she was usually happy with, but right now she just wanted to get out of here.

“Girl, tell that leg of yours to calm down, you’re shaking the table.” Damian spoke, shooting her a playful glare, “I’m trying to sketch. The Mona Lisa didn't happen on a shaky table.”

“And it also wasn’t created by a seventeen-year-old, gay man in the twenty-first century with a knack for annoying me.” Janis retorted, making Damian recoil.

“Rude, but okay.” he studied her, “Girl, what’s got you so worked up?” he asked, concern bubbling in his voice.

“Sorry, sorry. I just want to see y/n.” Janis bit her lip and sighed, worried for her precious girlfriend.

“Darling, she’s fine,” Damian patted her hand gently, then retracted his, “She probably just needed a day off, you know that girl overworks herself. Worst-case scenario she’s sick, but she would’ve told you if she was so calm down.”

No, you wouldn’t have been able to tell her since you were regressed, or at least she thought so. Still, she also knew you weren’t sick. Janis would’ve been able to tell the day before. So maybe she did have nothing to worry about. She nodded “Yeah, you’re right.”

She shrugged and decided to sketch you out a little picture. She knew you’d enjoy it.

_

You were startled by a knock on the door. Blinking rapidly, you internally debated whether or not to open it, you didn’t want to open the door for a stranger, and you knew that wasn’t good, so you just continued coloring in the Paw Patrol coloring book. You turned up the music playing through your headphones, trying to ignore it.

Only a minute later you heard the knock again, louder this time, and your irritation spiked. You got up and threw the marker down, muting the music, and walked towards the door.

“Baby, it’s Janis!” You heard from behind it, your irritation instantly faded and you smiled cheekily, fumbling with the lock and opening the door.

“Jan!” you practically tossed yourself on her, wrapping your arms around her waist then looking up at her, “Hi~”

She laughed, pulling back to get a look at you, her worried brown eyes scanning you, “Hey, sweetie,” You were still in your pajamas and had maker smugged on your face, the sight made her heart melt, “You weren’t at school today, I was worried.”

“I text you, though,” you pouted, not understanding her worry.

Janis chuckled and nodded, “Yes you did! Good job,” she patted your head tenderly, “Can come in?” you nodded eagerly.

“I draw, you wanna?” you asked, guiding her to the coffee table you were sitting at.

“Sure, honey.” she agreed, sitting down next to you criss-cross, and picking up a green marker, coloring in a tree idly. You drew like that in silence for a while, and then she turned to look at your focused face again, “Are you okay?” She was beyond curious to what might’ve caused this regression.

“Yes. Okay.” You nodded absentmindedly. She squinted at you, nose scrunching up for a second, then she relaxed.

“Good,” she looked down at your color page and tapped it with her pointer finger, “This is pretty neato if you ask me.” she grinned and ruffled your hair.

You giggled, “Neato.” You repeated, dragging the world out. She found your amusement endearing.

She set down the marker and nodded, “Yep, want to snuggle and watch TV?” you let out a small ask and nodded eagerly.

“Bluey?”

“Sure, sweetie. Bluey it is.” she stood slowly, gathering up the supplies and putting them away. She knew your parents would get irritated if they were left out, and probably be a little suspicious.

When she returned, you were already curled up comfortably on the couch, clicking the remote till you found what you wanted. She plopped down next to you with a dramatic sigh and you turned your head slightly to look at her and she grinned mischievously.

Suddenly, she scooped you up, and you giggled as she prepared your face with kisses, “Noo, it tickles!” you pushed her face away, and she pouted.

“No kisses?”

“Uh-uh,’ You shook your head, then laid your head on her shoulder, eyes fixated on the screen. You lay like that for a while, Jnais liked this show herself, she wouldn’t admit that out loud but she did, so it was more than tolerable. Especially since she got to spend time with you. She really did like taking care of you or simply just spending time with you when you were in this state, it made her feel almost special the fact you trusted her.

After a while, your voice broke the silence, “Can I have apple juice?” she couldn’t help but smile softly.

“Mhm, I know how my baby loves her apple juice,” she chuckled, “Snack too?” she asked knowingly, sliding you off her lap.

“Yes, pwease!” you gave her a cheeky grin that melted her heart and frankly made her want to squeeze you to death from pure cuteness. She got up to grab you a juice box, herself a glass of water since she was frankly thirsty too, and some goldfish in a bowl.

You were sitting rather politely at the coffee table once again, still staring at the characters dancing across the screen. She set them down, and you hummed out your thanks and drank and snacked. You were suddenly quiet again, but this silence was less peaceful, you seemed tense.

“What’s the matter, little one?” she asked softly, scooting forward to stroke your head.

“I dunno,” you shrugged, picking at your nails, “Mommy and Papa are yelling a lot, I don’t like it,” you mumbled, and her heart clenched, sympathizing deeply.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” she whispered, you perked up at that.

“It’s not?” you sounded unsure.

“Nope, not one bit,” she tapped your nose and your smile reappeared, she loved that smile. She loved seeing your joy. Gosh, you made her such a softy.

After you finished the snacks, she put everything away. You two moved to your bedroom in case your dad came home early, and watched videos on Janis’s phone. She could tell by the way you were rubbing your eyes and the occasional yawn that you were getting tired.

“You wanna sleep, sweetheart?” she asked softly, clicking off your phone.

“Mhm, stay?” you asked, curling up more snuggly against her side.

“Of course, baby.” She smiled, kissing your forehead, watching you fall into some much-needed rest, quick to join you. She was right not to worry, but she knew she would again, after all, she loved you too much not to.

“Where are you guys going for your date again?”

Janis looks up from her sketchbook, watching you rummage around in her closet. You’re dressed in a white crop top and a pair of black cargo sweatpants that are hanging low on your hips, and Janis can’t stop her eyes from tracing over the skin on display.

“Janis?”

Janis wonders if your skin is as sensitive as it looks; if a single finger would have goosebumps raising on your flesh.

“Janis?”

Janis wonders how it would feel to press kisses along your skin; how many kisses it’d take to make you melt and turn you to putty in her hands.

“Janis!”

She jumps, her eyes shooting up to yours. “What? Sorry, I- I didn’t hear what you said.”

You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. “I asked where you were going for your date.”

“Oh, uh,” Janis licks her lips in thought as she tries to remember exactly where she’s supposed to be meeting this date, Laura she thinks this one’s name is, and what they were supposed to be doing. “We’re going to an art museum.”

You nod and turn back to her closet, rummaging around for a few more moments before emerging with several items in hand. You toss them all on the bed and tug Janis up by her arm, and she has to bite back a groan as she prepares to be turned into a human mannequin.

If it was anyone else, she would’ve snatched her arm away already, but Janis has never been able to deny you anything, so she stands in place while you hold up different articles of clothing until you’ve seemingly decided on the perfect outfit for her; leaving the accessories and makeup to complete the look up to her.

She turns to you once she’s finished and her breath hitches as you reach up and adjust the necklaces around her neck, your fingers tracing lightly on her skin and it takes everything in Janis to fight back the sigh of content that so desperately wants to escape her lips.

She’s done such a good job hiding her feelings from you and she can’t reveal them now. She’s already had several close calls before and she can’t risk destroying her friendship with you over feelings you’ll never return.

No matter how much Janis wishes it was different, she knows the way you’re smoothing down her shirt and brushing off her shoulders is purely platonic.

“You look beautiful.”

Janis blinks her eyes open, unsure when exactly she closed them, and she gulps at the bright smile on your face.

You seem more excited about this date than her and you’re not even the one going on it. She wonders if you’d look that excited if you were going on this date, and her heart clenches in response because she knows you wouldn’t be going with her.

She pushes back how much that thought hurts and instead gives you a smile. “Thank you, it’s all thanks to you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jay, you’re always beautiful. The most beautiful girl in the world.”

Janis swears she’s going to fucking combust if another compliment falls from your mouth and she has to act like it doesn’t mean anything to her when it means absolutely everything to her.

She can practically hear Damian’s voice in her head calling her hopeless — which she is, but she doesn’t need his two cents even if he isn’t here to actually give it.

Thankfully (or maybe not depending on how she looks at it), she doesn’t have to dwell on that too much longer because it’s time for her to leave if she wants to make her date on time — which she totally didn’t forget about until just now — and while she’d much rather stay here with you, she’s not rude enough to bail 15 minutes before the initial meetup.

“Have fun, Jay,” you call. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

-

Admittedly, the date is nice and Janis does vibe with Laura, but she ends up cutting the date short because she keeps picturing you in Lauras’ place instead and that’s not fair to anyone.

She does not tell you that, of course.

She’s actually been avoiding telling you anything about the date which is only making you suspicious about all the things that could’ve happened and made Janis shut down on you like this.

It all comes to a head at a party which you convinced Janis ( and invited Damian because that man needs no convincing when it comes to parties ) to come to and got ample amounts of alcohol in your system.

You end up stealing Janis away from her corner where she’s spent majority of the time glaring at anyone who isn’t you or Damian attempting to talk to her and drag her into an empty room upstairs away from the party.

You’re not tipsy, but you’re also not drunk enough to where you can’t consent to anything or will forget about tonight.

Janis knows this as she’s gotten drunk with you multiple times and she knows you get bold when you’re like this, but she still doesn’t expect the words that come out of your mouth once the door closes behind you.

“Janis, what the fuck?”

Pure confusion laces her face, but you continue before she can say anything.

“I just ran into Laura and she told me you dipped out in the middle of the date.”

“Damian called me, said he was having an emergency.”

Janis can’t seem to deny you anything, but lying to you is apparently really easy. Of course, she’s lying to keep you in her life so that’s probably why it’s so easy.

“Bullshit, Imi’ike,” you scoff. “You’ve been crying about wanting a girlfriend, doing absolutely fuck all to get one, and then you keep accepting to go on these dates I’m setting up for you that are going absolutely no where, for what reason?”

Janis has the decency to look guilty, but in her defense she never asked you to do any of that. She was perfectly content to remain single and alone for the rest of her life while everyone else in her life got to fall in love and find their happy endings.

It fucking hurts that she won’t get hers.

And that combined with the alcohol in her system seems to be enough to make the truth finally come out.

“I don’t want a fucking girlfriend, I want you as my girlfriend!”

Silence falls between the two of you and Janis takes the time to process what she’s said.

Fuck.

Janis decides she fucking hates Tequila and is never going to drink again. It’s cost her a 6+ year friendship and Janis swears when she’s older she’s absolutely going to destroy Tequila manufacturers for this.

“Say it again.”

She can’t believe you’d actually be this cruel to her.

( Somewhere in the back of her head, Janis can hear a voice that is fed up with her shit calling her an idiot and a useless fucking lesbian.

It’s Damian again, she’s sure, and she wishes he’d stop popping up in her head at these times. )

“Janis, please say it again,” you whisper. “Say it again so I know it’s real and not in my head this time.”

It takes a moment for the words to register in Janis’ head and there’s a slither of hope in her heart as she stares at you. Slowly, she releases a breath and speaks. “I want you as my girlfriend.”

“Then kiss me and prove it.”

“Are you sure?”

You place your hands on her neck and her hands fall to your hips, pulling you flush against her. Your lips are inches from hers, breaths mingling together, and if she moves the slightest bit, she’ll kiss you.

“Positive.”

But that’s what you want.

It was early in the morning when your alarm went off notifying it was time for school- time for long hours of boring classes. Usually you were all well rested by morning and good to go, but today felt off.

Your eyelids felt oddly heavy and your head was already throbbing, The alarm only making it worse. Groaning and bringing your hand to your face, It felt warmer than usual.

Trying to sit up wasn't a challenge till you quickly regretted it when a wave of nausea hit you quicker than the bus hit Regina.

Weakly, your brought your arm to silence the blaring alarm, it finally turning off with a few failed taps.

30 minutes till school and you couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed.

Your mouth watered, weird.

Every time you swallowed, your mouth just filled up again..and that only meant one thing.

Your hand clapped your mouth in a hurry as you swinged out of bed, you perservered even though your limbs were still downed in sleep.

Your head throbbed harder with every step, making it harder to keep your stomache at eese.

By a miracle you made it to the bathroom on time, sitting In front of the toilet.

Your hands holding your hair back as your stomach emptied in the bowl.

After a while you finished, slumping on the side of the bathtub to catch your breath.

This felt awful.

You knew you couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, plus you felt like it was all out anyway.

Getting up showed little challenge, your muscles ached; an unfamiliar pain surged through your body.

You made your way back to your bed with a heavy sigh, going back under the covers.

You had 13 missed messages from Janis.

She was 100% worried, you'd never miss a day at school unless something was absolutely wrong.

By this time of day, you and Janis would be walking to your next class together. Janis was all alone.

You knew you had to tell Janis, it wasn't right for her to be in the dark. But you just couldn't.

Your phone rang abruptivly snapping you from sleep. It made your headache worse and it sucked.

The call was from Janis, the only person who'd care to call.

Of course you wanted to answer but your horrible mood was crushing. Hearing her voice would probably make your headache worse just like the ringing and the buzzing did. So you hung up. Not bothering to look twice, just shoving your face back into the pillows.

Everything was irritating, the covers, the sheets, even the stitching on your shirt.

By now, if you had went to school you'd be taking your history test. The one you and Janis studied for all week.

The phone blared and scared you from your thoughts.

You just couldn't answer it. You lied there swallowed by a pain that you wished that would just wash over.

-

Janis was just itching to get out of school she'd been worrying all day and your denial of contact only worried her further.

She sat in the back of the class, her phone was out, sending you a series of texts trying to figure out what's wrong

The teacher did notice her games and thought she was playing on her phone while in class, so it was taken.

Janis sighed and slumped into her desk. All she could do is hope to get there in time.

Even though she'd rather be optimistic, her mind wandered

The day passed rather quickly you tried to spend more time sleeping though it more than anything.

Feeling bad for ignoring Janis, you finally picked up the phone checking the notifications and various messages she left.

After the last bell she rushed out of school, completely ignoring the confused eyes and weird stares.

She rushed with great speed and in no time she got to your house, opening the door with a spare key.

She asked what was wrong, checking your forehead frantically.

"Nothing's wrong, im fine.." you managed to get out.

"Baby.. your obviously not feeling anything close to fine."

"Janis, I'm telling you I'm fine, you should go I thought you had to go to art club..?"

She huffed, "yeah, but you need help!"

"baby. I said I could take- take care of myself."

"Nuh-uh!" She huffed, she hurried to the kitchen grabbing an assortment of care things before returning, "I'll help you get though this, I love you and I wouldn't miss caring for you even it it means sacrificing a club meeting."

-

After a few hours everything was settled. Janis was napping beside you as you laid there, your mind wasn't throbbing anymore and you felt so much better since Janis was around.

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sonny de la vega:

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uptown girl: you and sonny spend the day having fun in washington heights

talk of the town: news of ur date with sonny spreads like wildfire throughout the neighborhood

cultural food: you and sonny share your differing cultures with one another (chinese origin!reader)

blackout: you lose sonny in the middle of a blackout, but not to worry! he knows how to light his way back to you

rapid fire: sonny admits his feelings to you, but in spanish (non-spanish speaking latino/a/x!reader)

late night rants: sonny shows up at your house at midnight and lets out all his worries to you

reading tutor: sonny realizes you can’t read and offers to help you out

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