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Do you write for Rejanis?

i haven't, but i definitely could try!

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i should probably create a masterlist

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Smash Everthing.

A/N: 2 post in one week! 🥳 Regina Geroge 👑 x Reader

Summary: When Regina’s world explodes, you’re the only one who follows her into the wreckage. But love doesn’t stop her from pulling the trigger — not even when it’s pointed at you.

Tags/ Warnings: Body dysmorphia, Self-hate / insecurity, Body shaming, Emotional manipulation, Closeted relationship, Toxic dynamics, Emotional abuse, Mental health themes, Betrayal of trust, Vulnerability used against the reader.

Request are open!

To say the past few weeks had been weird would be the world’s biggest understatement.

Today, everything exploded.

Regina got kicked out of the Plastics.

Literally kicked out. Gretchen had screamed something about “ruining everything,” Karen cried the whole time, and Cady just stood there, wide-eyed and quiet like she didn’t start the entire damn thing.

And Regina—Regina just stood there and took it, face unreadable, lips twitching like she wanted to smile but couldn’t remember how.

You were the only one who followed her out of the cafeteria.

“Regina!” you called after her. She didn’t stop walking. Her heels clicked furiously against the tile, her breathing fast. You had to jog to catch up. “Reg, talk to me!”

She didn’t look at you. “They’re dead to me.”

You placed a hand gently on her arm, feeling the tension vibrating beneath her skin. “I know.”

“I’m not even mad,” she added. “Just... disappointed.”

That was a lie. You could see the rage simmering behind her eyes. 

You  could see it — the barely-contained fury pulsing just beneath the surface. Her jaw was clenched, her nostrils flaring. Regina George didn’t do “disappointed.” She did war.

But you didn’t call her out on it, instead just kept walking beside her, knowing damn well that this was the beginning of something big.

Something loud. Something mean. Something regal.

You ended up back at her place.

Regina didn’t speak much. She stormed straight to the treadmill, threw on workout clothes, and cranked the speed until it looked like she was trying to outrun her entire life.

You sat on her bed, watching her pace like a caged lioness. That’s when you noticed it.

A pile of Kalteen bars by the treadmill. 

“I let my guard down for five minutes, and she turned everyone against me. Gretchen? Karen? They’re nothing without me! And I let them treat me like I’m the problem? ME?!”

Your stomach sank.

“Regina... why are you eating those?”

She barely acknowledged you. “They help me keep my energy up.”

“They're weight-gain bars.”

Her feet faltered, just for a second. “I know what they are.” Her tone was sharp, almost desperate. “Cady gave them to me. Said they were Swedish nutrition bars. Said they’d help me lose weight.”

The realization hit you both at once.

Regina screamed, ripping a towel off the treadmill and throwing it across the room. “That bitch! I trusted her! I let her in! She lied to me! That bitch lied right to my face! And I—God, I’ve been shoving these things down my throat every morning thinking they were helping—”

“Regina, it’s okay—”

“Don’t.” Her voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some pathetic charity case.”

You stood up quickly, walking to her. “Reg—”

“I swear to God, I’m going to end her,” she growled, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the mirror.  

“Regina, it’s okay—”

“Don’t.” Her voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some pathetic charity case.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did!” she shrieked, throwing the Kalteen bar at the wall. “You pity me. Just like the rest of them. You think I don’t know what people say about me? That I’m fat now? Washed up? A psycho bitch?” Her voice cracked. “You think I don’t see it when people look at me like I’m nothing anymore?”

Your chest tightened. “That’s not what I think. Regina, I love you.”

“No, you love the idea of me,” she snapped. “You love the queen bee. The hot, untouchable bitch on top. Not this.” She gestured at herself like she was disgusting. “Not the girl who’s gaining weight and losing control and screaming at the only person who actually gives a damn.”

“Then let me be that person!” you shouted back, stepping toward her. “Let me in! Stop pushing me away every time things get hard!”

Regina stared at you, chest heaving. Her hands balled into fists.

And then—

She broke.

“I don’t know how,” she admitted, voice raw. “I don’t know how to let anyone love me unless I’m perfect. I don’t know how to exist if I’m not the one in charge.”

You reached for her. She didn’t move, but she didn’t pull away.

“Then let’s figure it out. Together.”

For a long second, she just stood there, trembling.

Then she whispered, “I hate feeling like this.” 

“I know.”

“I want to ruin them.”

“I know.”

She looked up at you, something dangerous gleaming in her eyes, so you slowly take her hand. 

“Okay. You need to get this out. But not by destroying your mom’s house.”

She paused, panting. “Then where?”

You took her to the old baseball field behind the school.

No one ever went there after dark. The place was quiet, lit only by the flickering parking lot lamps. You handed her a metal bat you found in your car trunk.

“What’s this for?”

You pointed at a stack of long-abandoned buckets and glass bottles behind the dugout.

“Smash everything.”

She blinked. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.”

She grinned for the first time in days.

Regina unleashed.

Screaming, grunting, swinging that bat like a warrior queen. Bottles shattered. Buckets flew. She cursed out Gretchen. Janis. Cady. Herself.

She wanted to stay there for hours, but you knew that soon she'd tired out at the rate she was going.

And when the rage finally burned out, she dropped the bat, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

You handed her a water bottle. She took it with trembling hands.

“Feel better?” you asked.

She nodded. “Thanks, babe.”

You offered her a tired smile. “Anytime.”

She drove you home in silence. Halfway there, you reached for her hand across the console. She took it.

When you got to your house, you didn’t want to leave. “I can stay—”

Regina shook her head. “You shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I just... need to be alone.” Her voice was quiet.

You nodded, reluctantly stepping out. She didn’t kiss you goodbye.

You stood on your porch, watching her taillights disappear.

Regina sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by glitter pens, lipstick-smudged photos, and vengeance. Her hair was in a messy bun. Her face was bare. Her eyes were sharp.

The Burn Book lay open in front of her like a loaded gun.

Y/N L/N.

She stared at it.

Her chest tightened.

You weren’t like the others. You never betrayed her. You were the one person who stayed when she came unglued.

But that was the problem.

You saw the real her. The unpretty, angry, vulnerable her. And if she was going down in flames, no one could be spared.

Not even you.

Regina clicked her pen.

~Acts chill but is desperate to be liked. Can’t take a picture without a filter because she hates her face. Pathetic.

She didn’t stop. She couldn't stop. ~Says she “doesn’t care what people think,” then cries in the dark because her body isn’t Instagram-ready.

~Wears baggy clothes to hide the fact that she hates herself. And the worst part? She thinks that makes her deep. 

Regina stared at the words. Her heart pounding. Her jaw clenched.

She remembered the night you told her that secret — whispered it while wrapped in her arms, voice shaking, eyes glassy. She remembered telling you that you were beautiful. That she didn’t see you the way you saw yourself.

She remembered how you smiled at her like she was the only person who ever made you believe it.

And now?

She had taken that secret and carved it into the page like a confession in reverse.

Because that’s what Regina George did when she was hurt — she hurt back. She used love like a blade.

She underlined your name. Twice. hard enough to nearly rip the page

The ugliest part of her screamed that she was protecting you — that if she pushed you away now, you wouldn’t be around when she blew up everything else.

Because if you ever saw this… If you ever read those words written in Regina’s own hand…

It would ruin everything.

And maybe that’s what she wanted. Or maybe it was what she was too scared to admit she didn’t.

Because the truth is Regina was scared. Scared that you loved her in spite of everything. Scared you meant it. Scared that if you stayed… she’d have to believe she was worth it.

So she did what she did best.

She attacked.

And the Burn Book smiled back.

🔥FIN.

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Heyy, idk if u’re taking requests but…Can I ask you plastics x reader where reader faints because an exhausting workout (she pushes herself too much) and they get over worried and Regina scolds Reader. Thank you so much!

Ask nicely and you shall receive!

Passing Out Is So Not a Vibe

PEACE AND LOVE MUTHA FUCKA!

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Passing Out Is So Not a Vibe

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon that left this in my inbox <3

Request: "Heyy, idk if u’re taking requests but…Can I ask you plastics x reader where reader faints because an exhausting workout (she pushes herself too much) and they get over worried and Regina scolds Reader. Thank you so much!" Poly!Plastics x reader

After a few weeks of hanging with the Plastics, you push yourself too hard trying to live up to their standards. But when you collapse mid-workout, they show you something totally unexpected: they actually care. Even Regina. Especially Regina.

Tags/ warnings:  Slight Hurt/Comfort, Regina George x Reader focused, Female Friendships(but it could be more), Reader-insert, slight angst with a Happy Ending, Fainting, food/body image mention, light swearing, emotional vulnerability

Request are open!

You weren’t sure what was worse—the way your lungs burned, or the fact that Regina George hadn’t looked away from you once in the last five minutes.

The gym was too hot. Or maybe it was just you. You were sweating so much it felt like your skin didn’t fit right. Your vision flickered at the edges, but you pushed through it. You had to.

Regina was doing reps on the bench beside you, calm and composed, like she could lift the whole school without breaking a sweat. Gretchen was bouncing between sets like she was on fast-forward. Karen was humming to herself, chewing gum and somehow still doing squats perfectly.

And you? You were a heartbeat away from passing out.

But you kept going. Because if you slowed down—even for a second—you were afraid they'd see you for what you really were:

A try-hard. A fake. A guest at the table.

You’d only been hanging out with the Plastics for a few weeks. A charity event win, a confident one-liner in class, and suddenly Regina George had looked at you like you were interesting. That one look spiraled into a lunch invite. Then a mall trip. Then the gym.

And you had no idea what you were doing.

But you were sure of one thing: you had to keep up.

“You good?” Gretchen asked, breezing past. “You’re, like…sweating a lot.”

“Totally,” you lied, forcing a smile. “Just pushing myself.”

“Love that for you,” she chirped, already distracted by her phone.

You clenched your teeth and picked up the weights again, even though your arms felt like cooked noodles. You hadn’t eaten much today—just coffee and part of a granola bar. Regina had casually mentioned that carbs were “post-breakup energy,” and you hadn’t touched bread since.

You closed your eyes.

Just for a seconde.

And everything tilted.

The weight fell from your hands with a thud. Your knees buckled. The gym floor rushed up to meet you.

🩷🖤🩷

Blackness. Then hands touching you. Then voices.

When you woke up, the lights above were too bright, and the air tasted like metal and cheap perfume.

“Hey—hey! She’s waking up,” Karen said urgently. Your head was resting in her lap. Her voice was soft, almost childlike. “Don’t move too fast. Your aura looks messed up.”

You blinked, confused. Gretchen was crouched beside you, fanning you with the glossy paper from a water bottle label.

“You fainted,” she said. “Like, totally blacked out. It was actually really scary. You hit the mat hard.”

“I…” Your mouth was dry. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Regina snapped. Her voice cut through the noise like a razor. “You passed out in front of, like, fifteen people. You scared the crap out of us.”

She stepped forward, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like she was about to rip into you.

And she did.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Regina hissed. “You don’t starve yourself and then pretend you’re some kind of CrossFit girl. You could’ve broken your face.”

“I didn’t…” you started, your voice weak.

“You didn’t what?” she demanded. “Didn’t think we’d notice? Didn’t think you mattered enough for it to be a problem?”

You looked away. “I just didn’t want to let you guys down.”

The silence that followed was sharp.

Karen stopped petting your hair. Gretchen’s mouth parted slightly, as if realizing something too late.

Regina crouched in front of you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her.

“You thought we’d drop you,” she said. Not a question. A diagnosis. “Because you couldn’t lift some weights?”

“I thought I had to earn it,” you whispered. “Earn being here.”

Regina blinked. Her whole face shifted—still fierce, but the edges cracked just enough to let something real slip through.

“You are so stupid,” she said, but her voice cracked on the word. “God.”

You braced for more anger. But instead, she let out a slow, shaky breath and sat back on her heels.

“You don’t have to earn us,” Regina said quietly. “We already picked you. Dumbass.”

Gretchen leaned in, placing a hand on your shoulder. “She’s right. We don’t hang out with just anyone.”

“Yeah,” Karen added with a sweet smile. “We like you. Even if you eat bagels and pass out sometimes.”

You laughed a little, even though your head was pounding.

Karen wrapped a hoodie around your shoulders like a cape. “You need juice. Like, right now. Apple or orange? Ooooh—what about cranberry?”

“I’ll grab snacks from the vending machine,” Gretchen said. “Salty, right? Salt helps.”

Regina stood again, arms still crossed, but her tone gentler.

“New rule,” she said. “No workouts unless you’ve eaten. I mean it. You try this again and I’ll feed you myself. And I don’t mean that in a cute way. I mean like...shove-a-sandwich-down-your-throat aggressive.”

You smiled at her. “Thanks, I think.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched. Almost a smile.

“Come on,” she said, extending a hand. “Let’s get you off the floor. Passing Out Is So Not a Vibe”

You took her hand, and for the first time since this whole thing started, you felt like you weren’t trying to climb up to their level anymore.

You were already there.

💋 End

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New fics dropping soon?!?!??!?!?

This week i have finals and then i have to move out of my dorm! But with summer basically here, stay tuned for some new fic drops!!! Feel free to leave some ideas and request in my inbox. So much has been happeing in my life, good and bad, and i can't wait to let my writing be an outlet for it all!

Peace and Love, Rigby 🌱

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I’ll take that penny thank you

But I’m a broke college student…

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Time out.

A/N: First post! Hooray! This is very much inspired by the works of @reneesghostinthelivingroom Check out their page because it's amazing!

Poly!Plastics x reader

Regina gets put in a timeout for her rudeness and attitude. 

 

It's another day at Northshore High’s library, with your girls, Janis, Cady and Damien. You all were supposed to be working on homework but just talked the entire study hall period. Regina's tongue has been sharper than ever. She's been tossing insults like confetti, her attitude dialed up to ten. But when she snaps at Janis, crossing a line with a particularly snarky comment paired with a slur, it’s the final straw.

“Alright, Regina,” you say firmly, hands on your hips. “That’s enough. Timeout for you.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Seriously? What are you, my mom?”

You raise an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “Yes, and you need a break to think about your words.” You gesture towards the corner of the room. “Timeout. Now.”

Regina hesitates, looking to Gretchen and Karen for support. But Gretchen, without missing a beat, strides over and snatches Regina’s phone from her hand with surprising boldness. “Yeah,  and no phone in timeout. You need to, like, reflect,” she says in her gentle but firm way.

Regina’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Gretchen! Give that back! You guys can’t be serious.”

Gretchen shrugs apologetically, holding the phone out of reach. 

 “Sorry, Regina. Y/N’s right—you’ve been… kinda rude. Even I know not to say that.” Karen says with a look of disappointment.  

“Gina, go now,” You said pointing to a chair in the corner of the library.  

Regian gives a displeased look crossing her arms and making no effort to move. 

“5…” 

She leans back and kicks her feet up on the table 

“4…” 

She ignores you and starts to check out her nails 

“3…” 

“Don't be a brat, Gina. It's this or she punishes you later…” Karen said in her ear. 

“2…” You said staring into her eyes 

With a groan Regina reluctantly slinks over to the corner, arms crossed and pouting. Damien can barely hold back a laugh, and Janis smirks approvingly, obviously pleased to see someone else putting Regina in her place. Regina huffs, flipping her hair dramatically, but she grudgingly goes to the timeout spot and sits down with her arms crossed, glowering at you.

"Good choice," you say, trying not to laugh. She shoots dagger glares your way every so often, but without her phone to distract her, she’s forced to just sit there… and think.

After a few minutes, you walk over, arms still crossed, and look her in the eye. “Are you ready to apologize now?”

“What!” She quickly sits up “You never said anything about apologizing!”  

You cross my arms with a look daring her to challenge me. She rolls her eyes and drags her feet over towards the others. She stops by Janis, letting out a loud and dramatic sigh making her process known. “sorry…” she mumbles under her breath.  

“And???” You say behind her  

“And what.” she sasses turning back to you with an annoyed look. But she is met with a swift slap on the ass. “Ow! And I won’t say it again!” she took a seat grumbling arms crossed

“Apology accepted,” Janis said laughing. With an approving nod, you signal to Gretchen, who gives her back the phone. Regina shoots you a furious look.

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