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You're Warm

Regina George 04' x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Notes: Requested, College Au, sort of modern times but not explicitly, Regina’s on the soccer team, Dorming, fluff

Summary: Your roommate Regina seems to like you. She asks you to go to her soccer game and subsequently a date. However leading up to the game, she’s already finding comfort in your touch. She's not clingy, it's just that you keep her warm.

An: Chat don't be mad, I kind of like the way it ends here. I think its cute.

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There aren't many things you question about your roommate. There is a lot that you could tell from her side of the dorm. The type of clothes in her closet, the type of snacks she kept in the mini fridge, the fact that her belongings had an overarching theme of pink, speaks volumes about Regina George.

If her things didn't paint a picture then the company she keeps definitely puts it into perspective. Regina doesn't have hordes of people in and out of your dorm. She's very selective about who can enter her space. Gretchen and Karen are the only outside parties that are allowed in.

Regina has a reputation around campus of being a mean girl. They say she was way worse in high school, but they maintain the fact that she's still mean. Regina isn't necessarily mean to you. She's just a little demanding.

You honestly find it a little cute.

“Come to my game on Saturday.”

You squint in confusion, “What game?”

She sits on her bed, filing her nails with meticulous care. You're sitting at your desk trying to get some work done before the night's over.

Regina looks at you like you've grown a third eye. “My lacrosse game. I'm literally the star of the college team. Aren't you in charge of the school paper? You ever read the sports section or check the front page? I've been on there like a lot.”

“Right,” you stretch out the word. “Regina George, lacrosse star, notorious mean girl, and self-proclaimed massive deal.”

She rolls her eyes, “Just come to my game, it starts at 2. Dress… better than you usually do.”

“You want me to get all dressed up to go sit outside in the metal bleachers in 80-degree weather?”

She huffs in annoyance, opting to ignore you. Instead she goes straight to your shared closet. She looks bored as she searches through your wardrobe selection. You see her pause slightly when she finds something she likes. The smile on her face is almost unnoticeable.

“Wear this.”

The hanger tossed at you has an outfit attached to it. Of course it looks good if it has Regina's blessing.

“Can I say I'm not going?”

Regina nods, “You can definitely say that, it would just be a bold face lie.”

You give up on your assignment, giving Regina your full attention, “Fine, I'll be there.”

Regina shoots you a dazzling smile, “Perfect. We're going out after.”

Your confusion rises yet again, “Out where?”

Regina lets out an exasperated sigh, “On a date, duh. You really need to work on picking up social cues.”

The bewilderment of your expression multiplies exponentially, “You want to go on a date with me?”

“You ask so many questions,” she returns her focus back to filing her nails.

“Regina,” you deadpan.

She groans, finally looking at you properly, “Why would I propose a date that I don't want?”

“I don't know, but I do know that you're way out of my league. Like am I even your type?”

Regina's voice is stern when she speaks, “Come here.”

You do as she says, standing from you and walking over to Regina. You hesitate to sit on her bed, but she has other plans. Regina grabs onto your shoulders to move you on to your side. She lays on her side, making full eye contact with you.

“First of all, no one is in my league because I'm one of one. So you don't have to worry about that. Even if you did, you're attractive, smart, funny, well-liked, and everyone knows you; just my type,” she doesn't break eye contact when she speaks with you.

It's a mixture of her words and the way she looks at you that has your face heating up. Regina isn't the type to say or do things for anyone's sake, but her own. She means what she's saying, which means that she's serious about wanting a date with you.

“It's a date then,” your voice is light when you respond to her.

“Good,” she smiles at your answer.

You lay in her bed for a moment longer, contemplating the appropriate time to get up. When you do attempt to move she stops you by scooting into your space. Her head rests on your shoulder and one of her hands slings over your waist.

Your heart rate picks up at the action. You can't help but comment, “Napping on me already?”

Regina doesn't open her eyes but she still responds, “It wouldn't be the first time we fell asleep together. Remember when the heat stopped working.”

“You would've frozen to death if you didn't climb in my bed that night,” you feel your own eyes getting heavy.

“You're always warm,” it's the last thing she says before dozing off.

You aren't awake much longer. Your assignment is long forgotten. The only thing taking up any space in your brain is the girl lying in your arms.

There's a shift in your relationship dynamic leading up to Regina's game. There's definitely a flirty banter going on between the two of you. Regina usually starts it, but you don't shy away from her boldness. You have no problem matching her energy.

You also notice how much Regina likes physical touch. Honestly you should've guessed that she liked you beforehand just based on how she always had an excuse to be close to you. In the past she would come study right next to you claiming your desk had better lighting. Often when she would leave, her hand always squeezed your shoulder on her way out. However now she's been more direct. Not that you're complaining.

You're at your desk again today, working on a different assignment. Regina left for her classes leaving you alone in the dorm. You have been working for awhile, not really paying attention to the time.

You're so enthralled in your work that you hardly notice when the blonde slips into the room. She watches you, waiting to see if you'll acknowledge her. When you don't, she takes matters into her own hands.

It doesn't take her any time to stride over to your desk. You don't notice her presence until she's pulling the chair that you're sitting in. It startles you, but before you can comment she's sitting in your lap. Her legs are on opposite sides of yours. Her head lies in the crook of your neck.

You weigh your options, ultimately deciding to scoot back in with Regina in your lap and keep working.

“How was class?”

The groan she lets out against your neck sends vibrations throughout your entire body, “Ugh so boring. College professors really know how to drone on forever.”

“That they do. You have practice today?”

She nods but doesn't verbally respond. Her hands find the way to the nape of your neck, playing with the hairs there. She pulls her head up to meet your eyes.

“You should come.”

“I'll have to bring my work with me.”

A few hours later you're walking hand in hand with Regina across campus. You get a few looks from others, but it doesn't bother you. Not when you're wrapped up in conversation with Regina.

“Do you always have this many eyes on you at a given time?”

She shrugs, “I used to like attention a lot more than I do now, if you can believe that. I still like it plenty, but it's different now.”

“What makes it different?”

The question catches her off guard, “When I was in high school I got two kinds of stares; admiration and envy. Then there was this incident and the looks changed. Some became sympathetic, others became disgusted, and I even had people start looking at me like I was some kind of joke. I did a big rebranding afterwards, but sometimes I know they still look at me in that same way.”

You squeeze her hand, “At the end of the day they're still looking, right? They don't have anything interesting enough going on in their own lives to miss the chance of seeing Regina George.”

She smiles, using her free hand to flip her hair, “I'm everything they'll never be.”

“Damn right,” your smile matches hers.

When you reach the outside of the locker room she stops in her tracks, turning to face you, “I know you have to do your homework, but make sure you watch me out there. It's like a little reward during your breaks.”

You laugh, “Whatever you say superstar.”

She begins to walk away with that. She doesn't take more than three steps before she's turning back around to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Watch me.”

Regina leaves you with that jogging into the locker room. You can feel her lip gloss on your cheek. Your lips curl into a smile at the thought of her staining your face.

You make your way to the bleachers. There's a few people there doing their work or just hanging out. You check the field before pulling out your laptop, starting on your assignment.

You keep working quietly until you begin to hear the repeated blowing of a whistle. When you glance up you see the girl's lacrosse team run out onto the field.

You spot Regina instantly. Your mouth dries out when you see her practice attire. Only Regina George could make athletic shorts and a grey t-shirt look this good.

Your nearly done work is tossed aside, so that you can give Regina your full attention. It's almost as if your gaze turns her around. She spots you in the bleachers. It feels a little silly when you do it, but you wave at her anyway.

You don't expect her to wave back but she does. The action gets the attention of some of the others in the area. You decide to move down to get a closer look at the practice and at least put some of the prying eyes behind you.

It's just practice but honestly Regina looks amazing. You would never picture her doing this. There isn't anything about her that screams out lacrosse protégé. Seeing it with your own eyes lets you know how good she truly is. She's fast, light on her feet, and her control of the ball is on another level.

You watch her for a few more minutes before reluctantly starting your work again. It takes you about half an hour to finish, but now you can watch Regina uninterrupted.

When the practice ends she jogs over to you. You don't even give her the chance to speak.

“You were fucking amazing out there Gina.”

She smiles, “I had to make sure I looked good with the way you were watching me. I don't even think I saw you blink at all.”

“You told me to watch you. All I see is someone who is going to win us the game on Saturday.”

“Exactly. I'm going to shower and change, meet me by the locker room?”

You nod, “Sounds good.”

You gather up your belongings and walk over to the entrance of the locker room. When you get there, Gretchen and Karen are also waiting.

“Are you guys waiting on Regina too?”

Gretchen eyes you suspiciously, “We are. Why are you waiting for her?”

“She invited me to sit in on her practice,” you answer.

Karen gasps, “Finally, she's liked you for so long. She's always my roommate is so hot, my roommate is so sweet, I would-”

“Karen enough!” Gretchen puts her hand over the blonde’s mouth.

“Disregard what she was saying,” she says nervously.

You shrug, “Well she did ask me on a date too. So it's nice to verify that she likes me.”

Gretchen's jaw drops, “She did what?”

Karen tries to talk, but it comes out muffled with Gretchen's hand still over her mouth. Gretchen removes her hand so that Karen can speak.

“Are you sure that she didn’t convince you to ask her? That's her go to first move,” Karen nods to herself while she speaks.

“I'm sure guys.”

“Sure about what?” Regina emerges from the locker room.

Gretchen goes for the cover, “Sure excited for your game Saturday. That's all, right Y/n?”

“Right.”

The four of you walk back to your dorm. Regina obviously takes the center spot. You walk on the edge next to Karen. At least it starts off that way. Eventually Regina moves to be by your side. Her arm brushes against yours a few times as you walk. She ends up looping her arm through yours. You don't mind it, in fact it makes you smile a bit.

Once you're back in the dorm, Regina and her friends sit on her bed. You drop your stuff by the desk.

“Where are you going?”

You laugh at her question, “To shower, don't miss me too much while I'm gone.”

Though she starts conversing with her friends, you can feel her eyes follow you to the restroom. You can't deny you like the feeling of her wanting you. The way she's been looking at you, the way she craves your touch, you could easily get addicted to it.

When you're out of the shower and dressed, you re-enter your room. Karen and Gretchen are still here, chatting away with Regina. You attempt to walk by Regina's bed, but you don't make it too far before you feel her fingers around your wrist. She tugs you lightly and you comply, letting her pull you onto the bed.

Once you sit, she moves in front of you, placing your arms around her waist while she continues to talk. You don't protest, you simply lay your chin on her shoulder, and listen to the conversation.

You stay like that until the other girls leave the dorm. When they do you lay down fully on her bed.

“I think it’s cute that you're already clinging to me,” you tell her.

“I am not clinging to you,” she blushes at your words.

You just stare at her, “You don't think so?”

She crosses her arms over her chest, “No, it's just that it's always freezing in here. So I need you close just because you're warm.”

You smile, “Uh huh. What about outside?”

“It's cold there too,” she says dismissively.

The denial only makes your smile grow, “Whatever you say Gina. I hope you're still cold because your bed is too comfortable, I don't plan on moving.”

She uncrosses her arms almost instantly. She lays down with her back facing you. You don't hesitate to wrap your arms around her middle. She snuggles back into you. Her hands hold your arms against her.

“See, warm,” she mumbles.

You let her have this.

The day of her game you find yourself at the bottom of the bleacher's, sitting closest to the field. You're sitting by Gretchen and Karen, who are in their own little bubble.

Before the game starts, Regina jogs over to you, “I'm dedicating this win to you.”

You play into her antics, “That’s going to make your fans jealous.”

“Those losers are always going to be jealous of something,” she shrugs.

“Go win us the game, baby.”

With that she's heading back over to her team.

“I've never seen her like someone as much as she likes you,” Karen says.

Gretchen speaks begrudgingly, “It's true. Regina is usually the one being chased but this time she's doing the chasing. Not to mention how she's always trying to be close to you.”

You chuckle, “Careful Gretchen she did not like it when I mentioned how she's been clinging to me.”

“She can deny all she wants but Regina's love language is definitely physical touch,” Gretchen counters.

“Honestly I don't know how I got someone like her to like me. I don't even think I did anything special, I just treated her like I would treat any other roommate,” you admit.

“I think that's what she likes,” Karen offers.

“I know she likes the glamour of being the Regina George, but I think you make her feel normal, and I guess she likes that too.”

You nod, leaning back into your seat, “The thing is, I've never met anyone like Regina before. She is definitely the most captivating person I've ever met. I'm just as amazed as everyone else, but I know that she already knows she's that bitch. She doesn’t need me to remind her, but if she ever did, I'd do it without question.”

The game starts then, stopping the conversation. You watch intensely. Though you start with your back against the bleacher by half time your elbows are on your knees, and you're leaning forward.

The game is tied up, 2-2. Your school's team was behind, but Regina scored a goal right before the half ended. Even from the bleachers you can see the frustration on Regina's face.

“She hates losing,” Gretchen says.

“It's tied,” you correct her.

Karen shakes her head, “There's no winner in a tie. Regina likes winning.”

“She'll win,” you say confidently.

When the half resumes Regina plays more aggressively. The switch of intensity takes the other team by surprise. It's working until the ref decides to flag Regina for an unsportsman-like tackle. The crowd boos but you get to your feet.

“THAT'S COMPLETE BULLSHIT REF!”

You feel your jaw twitch as you watch the referee have a back and forth interaction with Regina. You're barely holding yourself back from jumping into the field.

At some point Regina glances in your general direction. She sees you on your feet, hands clutching the rail, and the intense creasing of your eyebrows.

She takes a deep breath and turns to the referee, in a much more calm manner. They seem to resolve the issue, but the other team gets a penalty shot.

“Are you going to sit down now?” Gretchen tugs lightly on the arm of your shirt.

It's reluctant when you sit back down. Your arms cross over your chest.

“That referee is fucking stupid,” you mumble.

The opposing team scores their free shot, which pisses you off even more. You audibly groan when it happens.

When Regina has control of the ball she runs it down the field. She skillfully avoids the other team, though they seem to be crowding her. She passes the ball to her open teammate who scores, once again tying up the game.

The other team has possession of the ball, but it doesn't last long before Regina steals the ball mid toss. That gets you up from your seat again.

“LET'S GO GINA. SCORE THAT SHIT BABY.”

You clap as you shout out with the crowd. She scores her second goal of the game. Your team is in the lead.

During the rest of the game, you notice the switch in objective from scoring to heavy defense. For the rest of the game your team doesn't let up on defense. The other team cannot score. When the game ends the score is 4-3.

During the team celebration, Regina jogs over to where you're sitting. She's drenched in sweat, and she's breathing hard. You go straight up to the small fence that separates you.

“Told you I'd win.”

You grab her face and pull her into a kiss. You could care less about the cheers happening behind you. Though you're probably around 100's of people, it feels like it's just you and her. She has a handful of your shirt trying to pull you closer. It makes you chuckle against her lips.

“I never doubted you baby,” you say, with your forehead still against hers.

She pecks your lips again, “I'm going to go get ready for our date at Gretchen and Karen's dorm. I'll come get you when I'm done.”

You can't tear your eyes away from her, “Okay.”

Neither of you move at first. Just staring and soaking up the moment.

“Are you going to let go of my shirt Gina?”

She lets out a shaky breath, before releasing her grip, “You're warm.”

You knew she couldn't possibly be cold after the game. The sun was beaming down on the entire field. She had run back and forth more times than you could count. You didn't call her out, it wasn't necessary.

“I'll keep you warm, whenever you need me to.”

That makes her blush intensely. She pushes you playfully away from her, “Go get ready, dress up a little for me.”

You smile as you begin walking away, “Anything for you queen bee.”

She flips you off, which makes you laugh more. You walk back to your dorm with a little pep in your step. This is all fresh and new, but you can’t help but feel like it is fate. You and Regina are supposed to be together. Who else would keep her warm?

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