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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Dummfucks of the Grid

word count: 760

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: After a disappointing P6 finish at the São Paulo Grand Prix, Lando Norris finds comfort in his girlfriend Y/n's fierce support as she playfully criticizes the other drivers and team principals

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As the door to Lando’s driver’s room closed, the noise of the paddock celebrations faded into the background. Lando sat on the couch, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of finishing P6 after a race that had promised so much more. The disappointment was palpable, especially with Max winning again.

Y/n moved swiftly to sit beside him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Hey, Lando, P6 isn’t the end of the world. You gave it your all out there.”

He sighed, his frustration evident. “Yeah, but I wanted to do better. With Max winning again, it feels like I keep falling short.”

“Falling short?” she echoed, shaking her head. “You didn’t just fall short; you navigated a field of absolute clowns out there! Let’s talk about it. You know I’m here for you.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Care to elaborate?”

“Okay, first off, Max. He drives like he’s playing Mario Kart and thinks he can just take everyone out with a blue shell! I mean, does he not understand that sharing the track is part of the job? It’s like he thinks he’s invincible! It’s ridiculous!”

He chuckled, a small smile breaking through. “That’s a good way to put it.”

“And then there’s George Russell, who finished P4 today. Honestly, he acts like he’s the golden child of the grid. ‘Look at me, I’m so talented, watch me throw my weight around!’ It’s like he forgets he has to race, not just pose for the cameras. Every time he gets near you, it’s like he’s trying to play bumper cars!”

“True,” Lando said, laughing harder now. “I can feel the ego swelling every time I see him.”

“And don’t even get me started on Leclerc! He’s out there racing like he’s auditioning for the role of ‘Most Likely to Crash Into a Wall.’ It’s like he has a special talent for making the race more dramatic than it needs to be. How does he always manage to be on the brink of disaster and still finish? Is it a gift or a curse?”

Lando nodded, now thoroughly entertained. “He does have that knack for drama, doesn’t he?”

“Absolutely! And then we have Carlos Sainz. I mean, bless him, but he’s trying so hard to keep up with Leclerc that it’s like watching a puppy chase its tail. Poor guy looks so lost sometimes, you just want to give him a treat and a pat on the head! But he gets a pass because he’s your friend.”

“Right? Carlos is actually a good guy,” Lando said, shaking his head, amused.

“And then there’s the team principals!” Y/n continued, her passion bubbling over. “Christian Horner thinks he runs a royal court every time Max crosses the finish line. ‘Look at my king!’ as if it’s not a team effort. And Toto—he’s not innocent either. He struts around like he’s the head of a fashion show! Honestly, if I had a dime for every time I’ve seen him making dramatic hand gestures in the pits, I could fund a whole new racing team!”

“Okay, that one’s a good point!” Lando laughed, feeling the tension ease with every word.

“Seriously, I would fight every one of them for you if it came down to it. Size doesn’t matter when you’re this passionate!” she declared boldly. “I’d take on Max, George, and anyone else who thinks they can just push you around out there!”

“Y/n, you do realize you’re only 5’6, right?” Lando replied, grinning. “How are you going to take on all of them?”

“I may be small, but I’ve got a big heart and a bigger mouth!” she shot back, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “Just imagine me storming the paddock like, ‘Back off, or I’ll unleash my fury on you!’”

“Please don’t start any fights in the paddock,” he said, his tone light but earnest. “I love your spirit, but I’d rather not deal with the fallout. I need you here, not banned.”

“Why not? It would be entertaining!” she countered, smirking. “I’d tell them all off! ‘Listen up, dummfucks of the grid, stop getting in my boyfriend’s way!’”

Lando laughed, the sound genuine now. “You really are something else. Knowing you’ve got my back means everything.”

“Absolutely! If they try to block you from winning, I won’t hesitate to step in,” she said, snuggling closer.

“Just promise me you won’t do anything too crazy,” he replied, a grin spreading across his face. “I love your fierceness and protective side, but let’s keep you in the paddock, okay?”

[bunnys-kisses]

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cw: smut/pwp, sub!reader & dom!george, rules & punishments, spanking, sparkling water, jealousy, aftercare, doggy style,

"you're so lucky, honestly he sounds like a prince charming!" you once heard from someone when you were talking about your boyfriend, "george just seems like such a sweet guy. like he double checked to make sure that roses wouldn't make your cat sick? most guys can barely get flowers!"

you felt your ears burn at her words and nervously played with the bracelet around your left wrist. there was on charm on it, letter 'g' for your beloved. your boyfriend, your biggest fan.

your dom, george russell.

but even men who looked like princes in fairy tales could be a little jealous. george often appeared himself to be a very sweet guy, who'd never actually hurt someone. he was a force on the track and would do what he needed to win, but he'd never put his hands on another driver. he'd never get in their face or try to get violent.

but as he watched lando norris try his hardest to pick you up, george really wanted to knock some sense into the driver. just because a woman didn't wear a neon sign that said 'taken', it didn't mean they were free game to flirt with.

and you, the future mrs. russell, should know better. even though the weight of the bracelet you wore wasn't too much. he hoped that it was enough of a reminder to behave. listen to the rules that george had laid out for you.

when lando touched your bare arm, and you stepped back a little. george knew that he had to step in. he was at your side rather quickly, smiling at lando. he wrapped an arm around you.

"see you've met my girlfriend, mate." he smiled, putting all of his charm into it, "i was looking for her." his hand snaked to your ass and you gave it a firm squeeze. you weren't off the hook.

"oh this is-" lando looked at you, "i didn't recognize her, mate. i'm so sorry!"

george was a little unconvinced when he replied,"yeah, a haircut can do that." even though you hadn't styled your hair differently in years. george didn't get too aggressive with the fellow driver because now that he was close to him, he could see that the drink in his hand was large and his stance implied it wasn't the first one of the evening.

but, george made sure that you didn't have a drop of alcohol. so while lando was drunk, you were well aware of the rules that your dom had set for you. the driver leaned to your ear and said, ""you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

and you swallowed, knowing you'd get a lecture when your boyfriend steered you away from the drunken racer. you felt the tip of your ears grow hot and you played with the bracelet. despite how nervous you felt, george was all smiles as he told lando to have a good night.

as you walked away, your lover's voice was hot in your ear, "no flirting. remember? you are mine, and i don't need other men getting their hands on you." he held you by the back. he kissed your cheek softly, "when rules are broken, there are punishments." this was part of your dynamic.

you knew there would be a punishment when you got home and you were right. a bottle of sparkling water from the grocery store was opened. and with you on your knees, opened your mouth. this was a punishment of endurance and being unbreakable. george poured a mouthful in your mouth then closed your jaw. he said, "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

you nodded before you got up onto your feet. your legs shaky as he put the bottle down on the nightstand. you held the water in your mouth as you got over his lap. you could feel his hard cock against your stomach. the goal of the punishment was to hold the water in your mouth even if the carbonation made your eyes run. and george spanked you for every infraction you did.

"you're a whore." he said as he rubbed your bare ass. he stripped you down to nothing as soon as you got home. you were to be laid out naked for him. he on the other hand was still in the shirt and slacks fro the party. it only added to the dynamic, you were exposed for him while he got to stay dressed. he slapped your ass, "you're a whore, you let norris get his hands all over you. you know if you let him suck on your pretty breasts or fuck your poor pussy, you'd be thrown away by the next day." he landed another spank across your ass.

you whimpered, trying to hold the water in your mouth. the spanks made it hard to not choke on it or have to drip out of your mouth. the bubbles of it made you feel discomfort in your face. but you had to be good.

"but not me. i'd never do that to you." he said softly, "you are my treasure. you know there's rules, that you have to be well behaved for me. or else we're going to have problems. you're my girlfriend, my love, my submissive." he landed a few more spanks across your ass, he watched your body shake with each of his slaps. but you didn't spill a drop.

the knowledge of that made george smile to himself. it wasn't hard to train you to be an amazing sub, you were always so eager to make him proud. you took your punishments with grace. he landed a few more smacks across your ass, "but you are my whore in the end. my responsibility to teach and fuck." he groped your bruised ass which made you whine.

you kicked out your legs as if you were trying to say that you weren't a whore. that you were a good girl, but it was only met with another hard smack across your cheeks. you arched your back and whined more.

"if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one." he said as a warning. he took you by the jaw to look at him. your craned your neck to get a good look at your prince charming. he smiled, "swallow. then hands and knees."

you swallowed and nodded happily. and like a good girl, you opened your mouth to show you swallowed it all. you earned a pat on the cheek, which made you melt a little. you got off his lap, leaving pussy slick across his black slacks.

george noticed it and chuckled lightly before he started to unbutton his shirt. you were a messy little slut, but george adored you. he was only rough because he knew it was best for you. you were a smart girl, you just needed reminders. once he was out of his clothes, he saw you with your hips raised. ready for him as always.

"my beautiful girl." he said as got himself behind you on his knees. he admired your beauty from behind. he could feel the heat of the bruises on your ass when he placed his hand across one of the cheeks. oh, you were perfect for him, "see, norris could never have you like this. no, no. he wouldn't know what do with himself. he'd probably finish before he started." he chuckled as he gave your ass a pat. he pushed his cock all the way into you, you were beyond soaked that it was so easy for him

he started to move his hips, he pushed you into the covers by your shoulders and had the perfect angle to fuck you. you looked so pretty as you took him. you really were a good girl, the farthest thing from a whore. but he knew it excited you when your prince charming, george russell, called you such sick names. it made you hot all over, just as when he fucked you with heavy thrusts.

"ah, george. sir." you arched your back as he hit the softest parts of you. you felt like a dream, you were a fairy tale princess. from your cute face to how you dressed. to how you were good with everyone but always perfect for george. you took his cock perfectly, made for him like you came from pages of a story. it was why he need to fuck you was always so strong.

"perfect little whore." he said, his voice tinged with praise.

you moved a little bit and felt your knees start to hurt from the feeling of it all. you felt a thump in your chest from his words. you held onto the pillow under your head. your ass stung from the feeling of the previous slaps.

"see what happens when you behave. you know i'll take care of you. always, but you have to remember our rules. they're to keep you safe. you are the most important thing to me. that's why i hate when you're a whore." he continued to thrust up against you.

you believed him. that was why you put so much trust into him.he never steered you wrong. you loved him so much. and he loved you, even when he called you names in the safety of your bedroom, you loved him more than anything.

his thrusts were focused and they made you squirm. it made it feel like he was nudging up into your stomach and it took the air out of you. your pussy was a fit for him.

you held onto the covers with your back arched. you panted heavily into them. everything was hot in your body, you panted heavily into the sheets. "please, sir."

"you know i love you, and this all happens because i love you so much. and i know how good you could be for me." he said hotly into your ear, keeping you pinned to the bed.

the blood rush made your toes curled and you came with your hands buried in the soft sheets of your shared bed. you gasped into the pillow and you back arched. it was all too much, you almost had tears in your eyes.

he finished after you did, then slowly came to a stop. he pushed his entire length into you and bottomed out in you. he shuddered and coughed out a moan. his grip on you was tight. and you came once more from the intensity of it all. the sparks in your brain came alive.

your back arched as you felt him slow down and stop. you both tried to catch your breath before george pulled out and wrapped himself up around you. he got the covers over you and kissed at your face with love.

"do you need water?" being a good dom meant aftercare. especially from such a production. he peppered your face with kisses and held you in his arms, "i think there's something in the fridge you could snack on."

you looked at him and cupped his face gently, you said with half-lidded eyed, "just some water. when i can think again maybe a shower, sir."

he kissed your lips and said, "perfect, good. my good girl." even with the bruises across your ass, you felt on cloud nine. there really was nothing like having a dom. especially the kind like george. your prince charming <3

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 2 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 3

During the school day, she'd ignore you as usual. Wandering the halls of Northshore, you'd catch glimpses of her but no more than that. It actually felt like you were seeing less of her than usual. It was hard to avoid somebody in a school like Northshore, but somehow she managed it. You doubted it had anything to do with you specifically. She'd been acting off since you'd had dinner at the Georges'.

After school, those days you went to Regina's house to do their yard work, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Gretchen and Karen weren't around. Regina had taken her mom's place on the patio and bathed in the sun as you worked.

You hated to say it was distracting. Partly because the whole thing had thrown you off kilter, like why was she doing all this all of a sudden, and also because she was hot. There was no question about it. Regina George was hot.

You desperately tried maintaining focus on the chlorine you were pouring into the pool, pretending you weren't all too aware of Regina lying not too far away from you, in a skimpy hot pink bikini, large sunglasses covering her eyes.

"Regina! Oh, that's such a cute 'suit you got, where'd you get it?" You were distantly aware of Mrs George stepping through the sliding door to the backyard. Regina muttered something in return. You didn't have to look to see Mrs George wilt at her daughter's dismissal.

It pissed you off. Regina didn't have to entertain her mom's every whim, she could be a bit much, even you could admit that, but she didn't have to be so mean.

You walked over to them with the empty chlorine bag in hand. "Hey, Mrs George." You called as you approached. "Margaritas?"

"Hi, sweetie! I brought you two some, gotta stay hydrated in this hot weather. All virgin, of course!" Mrs George winked and offered up the tray she had in her hands. You smiled gratefully and took one of the glasses. You were actually quite thirsty and Regina's mom made the best (alcohol-free) cocktails.

"Thanks," You said before taking a sip. Mm, strawberry and basil. Yummy.

"Just leave it there, mom. She's gotta work and I'm busy." Regina pointed at the little table next to the sunbeds before directing her attention back to, uh, lying in the sun. She sure looked busy.

"Okay, honey." Mrs George smiled, but the chirp in her voice was strained. "You just call and I'll be right here, alright?" She looked from her daughter to you.

"You got it, Mrs George."

Once the older woman had ducked out of the door and closed it behind her, you turned to Regina.

"You don't need to be mean, y'know." You took a sip, watching the pink slush move through the swirly straw.

"Excuse me?" Regina craned her neck in your direction, looking very uncomfortable. You walked around to the sunbed next to hers and sat down facing her.

"She just brought us margaritas." You said, continuing to sip on your drink.

"Uh, yeah, and I'm busy." She huffed before reaching for her own drink. "Why she feels the need to bother me is beyond me."

"She's your mom and wanted to do something nice." You rolled your eyes, already sick of her attitude.

Regina didn't bother responding. You adjusted on the seat so you were sitting on it the right way, legs kicked up and leaned back. You decided to relax for a few minutes. It was still the beginning of the school year, September barely just started, so summer was still lingering warm in the air.

There was a robin's nest in one of the apple trees. Red-chested birds flew around, from their home branch to the bird pool, to somewhere you couldn't see and back. Soon it'd be apple picking season. For the last two years of high school Mrs George had given you maybe more than half the apples since she didn't know what to do with so much. Before that, it used to be you and Regina. Picking apples, sitting on the branches, peeling each and every one and boiling them into jam with obscene amounts of sugar. Looking back, you were pretty sure doing all those things without proper adult supervision was like tempting a tragic accident.

(To be fair, you had fallen out of those apple trees once before. You were maybe twelve and it was the middle of summer. You'd lost your balance and toppled onto your wrist. Regina had nearly fallen herself scrambling down to get you. She'd cried more than you and you were the one with a broken bone. She insisted you pick a pink cast. She was the first to sign it, too.)

Out in the sun, it was much hotter than under the partial shade in the yard. You chugged the rest of your drink before standing back up. You pulled off your shirt as you walked to the patio stairs, leaving on just a sports bra and your shorts.

"Jean shorts are so lame," Regina said behind you. You turned to look at her and found her looking at you from over her sunglasses. Her eyes raked over your body, no doubt judging how much weight you'd gained since she last saw you without clothes.

Fuck. Not like that. That sounded wrong. You had spent a lot of time at her pool, both of you in swimsuits, as kids. A totally normal, non-sexual setting.

You shrugged, pretending her wandering eye did not make you insecure. "I like my jorts."

"Your taste is questionable." Regina scoffed, a little smile playing on her lips. "At best." She added sassily. You had a feeling she was mocking you.

"Thanks!" You struck a little pose, cocking your hip and blowing a kiss her way, responding in an equally snarky manner. You knew you didn't stand up to her fashion standards. Loose jean shorts down to a little above your knees, basic brown slides, and now sans a raggedy, well-loved Queen tee was not exactly high couture.

"You're not cute, jorts." She leaned up on her elbows and pushed the shades up to her hair. "I think I saw this exact outfit on you, like, three years ago." She pretended to think, finger on her chin. "So, when we were thirteen..."

"Yeah, you probably did." You chuckled. "You also called me jorts three years ago. So, clearly, nothing's changed, right?"

You both damn well knew a lot had changed. Still, she entertained you with a seemingly genuine smile. You smiled back before turning away to retrieve some tools from the shed. There was a gap in the fence that needed fixing.

Then, for the following week and then some, as if the past years of her ignoring you hadn't happened at all, she started speaking to you. Not at school, though, never in public. Only Kylie and Mrs George were privy to your rekindled friendship. You weren't sure if you could even call it that. Was it friendship if it was conditional to time and place?

You couldn't find it in yourself to care too much, though. You had your own crowd at school. You had things other than the Georges' yard work to do. Sometimes you went skating with the guys, picked up shifts at the shop, did chores and yard work at home, played video games, and on rare occasions studied. You had a life outside of Regina George.

So what if when you fucked up a trick and looked around all frantic, checking that Regina hadn't suddenly spawned at the skate park and seen your epic fall. So what if you spent your work hours thinking about her, counting down the minutes until you got to clean the Georges' pool again. So fucking what you wanted to beat the shit out of Regina in Mortal Kombat.

Maybe you did care. You wanted to spend more time with her. Was that a crime? If you could talk during the several hours of the day, five days a week, that the two of you went to the same school, then that want would've abated. But you had to wait. Sometimes there were several days in a row that you barely got a glimpse of her.

You sounded pathetic. Gosh. You hadn't realized how much you missed her until you got a taste of what it was like to have her back. You couldn't even remember what had caused her sudden avoidance back then. Something with Janice and a sleepover. The details had gone blurry since then. You hadn't even been at the sleepover, but you'd heard something bad had gone down. Something that caused Janis 'Imi'ike to switch schools for the remainder of middle school.

Sighing, you let your pencil fall from your hand. You fucking hated algebra. Functional math, business math, that you could deal with, but derivatives and parables and all that stuff? No. Just no.

You rolled your chair back from your desk and decided it was high time for some relaxation. You walked across the hallway to the computer room, planning on fucking around on RuneScape.

Before you could get into gaming, though, you checked AIM and noticed you had a message. From Regina. What? You click the chat open and see that it's been sent a pretty long while ago.

> can i come over? daddys home

You stared at the uncharacteristic message. You two never spent time at your house back then. It was always empty and you didn't have the same fun things Regina did. Mrs George had been a significantly better cook, to add. Your toaster oven tater tots and dino nuggies couldn't compare.

But, hey, maybe this was the start of something new.

> sure > when? whenevr is fine w me

That could've all been one message but, well, here you were. You jumped in your seat when she responded almost immediately.

> omw

Shit. You shot up from the desk chair, sending it rolling to the other side of the room. You shut down the behemoth of a machine as fast as you could, which wasn't very fast, and shot down the stairs. The living room was a mess 'cause you'd spent the last few days pigging out in front of the TV, playing videogames and eating exclusively takeout.

You spent some time in the pantry trying to look for a garbage bag, time was running out, before rushing to the crime scene that was the couch. Styrofoam containers, probably some cutlery, empty bags of Cheetos and whatnot, empty cans, all that flew into the bag. You wouldn't have time to vacuum, so you just brushed the crumbs away into the couch cushions or onto the floor.

You were almost done when the doorbell rang. You had collected all the trash, but you still had to put away some of the still good leftovers. Didn't wanna waste those since you could eat it later.

"Hi!" You exclaimed, a little too riled up to seem sensible at the door. "I was just cleaning up."

"I see that." Regina drawled, eyeing the garbage bag as well as you. You'd completely forgotten about how you looked.

"Shit, sorry," You looked down at your body and the unfortunate clothes draped over it. Blue briefs with little Spidermen printed on them and a ratty grey hoodie with a devastating stain right on your chest. Your hair probably looked just as bad. You hadn't been bothered to fix up your bedhead, it was a goddamn Sunday.

"Don't worry about me." Regina, with her hands at her hips, looked at you expectantly. "So..."

"Yeah, uh, just stay here," You turned and put your sandals on. "I'll put this to the trash and, I still gotta put some things away and then you can come inside."

Regina just stared at you. You pursed your lips together and hustled past her, down the porch steps and toward the trash cans. By the time you'd hauled the bag away, you could no longer see Regina on the porch.

"Regina! I said don't go in!" You ran after her.

"Don't be ridiculous, jorts, I'm not afraid of a mess. Gosh." You could hear her from inside, probably taking her shoes off. That'd been a thing at your house always, but you didn't expect her to remember.

"Fucking- fine, okay, just..." You huffed as you spied her saunter into your living room as if she owned the place. She slumped down onto the couch, the very same you'd slept on the previous night.

You collected the food from the coffee table and moved it to the kitchen. You gave tentative sniffs to glean if they'd gone bad already. They'd only been out in the open for like, less than a day. So it was probably fine.

"When'd you order that?" Regina's voice came from behind you unexpectedly. You turned to her, caught with your nose in some noodles.

"Uh, last night..." You wiped at your nose with your sleeve.

She walked up to the container, right up in your space, and also gave it a sniff. Then she shrugged.

"I was thinking the same," You poured the noodles into Tupperware and shoved it into the fridge.

"Why's your fridge so empty? Has your dad gone bankrupt?" Regina stepped in before you could fully close the door.

"No, Reggie, he's fine. I don't have the money to stock up like your mom."

Regina turned to look at you, a displeased pout on her lips. She'd always hated it when you called her that. "I fucking hate that stupid nickname. And what do you mean you don't have the money?"

"I mean I don't have the money?" You paused in pouring beef and broccoli into another container, turning to look at her.

"Doesn't he send you money or make someone do it for you when he's away?"

You smiled a little bitterly. "He hasn't done that since I was, like, twelve." You paused. "Well, he's always sent me money but he used to have my babysitter buy groceries when I was way young."

Regina's lips twisted like she was genuinely thinking. You continued, feeling weird now that such a weirdly vulnerable conversation had been opened: "He sends me an allowance every week for groceries and school lunch, but it's not that much. If I didn't work at yours or at the shop I'd be toast." You grinned as you put on the last lid, moving to put the last two containers into the fridge too.

Regina didn't look all that amused. She was still frowning at your fridge, the rather pathetic state of it. You could admit it was pretty bleak. Two-litre bottles of various sodas, microwave meals, and an astonishing amount of condiments were not a sight that sparked hope.

"That's weird," Regina commented. "It's like you're poor but with a nice house."

"Gee, thanks so much, Reg, that makes me feel so good and seen." You drolled. "Oh, you think I have a nice house? That's nice."

"It's alright, I guess. Mine's better." Back to her usual, unthinking and overall not-that-nice persona. This was familiar territory.

"I would know. I work there." You motioned for her to follow you to the couch. "I'm gonna pick your apples soon."

"Daddy's home now. I don't know if you can." Regina sat with her shins tucked under her, leaning her side against the back of the couch. You sat a comfortable distance away, facing her with your legs crossed.

"What did your dad do again?" You asked, trying to remember.

"I don't fucking know." She gestured with her hand. "Human trafficking?"

"I hear it's a lucrative business." You grinned, enjoying talking like this with your old friend.

"We should start a company. Who'd you think would have a good price at our school?" She looked so excited at the prospect of talking shit about your peers. It was a little adorable, but in the way that a man-eating beast was. Like a devil cougar or something like that.

"I think that's eugenics, Reg." You muttered, jokingly wincing. "That's problematic."

"What, are you gonna sue me?" She leaned forward, inclining her head cheekily. "With what money?"

"With daddy's money, you fuck!" You laughed. "What money are you gonna sue me with? Wait, let me guess, uhh... Daddy's money."

"I'll have you know, it might be mommy's money." She widened her eyes dramatically as she began to tell the story. "I did some snooping around, and it just so happens daddy might not be the breadwinner after all, because-"

As Regina got into telling you about Mrs George's strange investments, which she and Kylie both had been pretty sure were pyramid schemes, you listened keenly and watched as she spun the story. She'd always been a good storyteller, good with performing and making the room pay attention to her. It was a shame she'd started to use her powers for evil.

Sitting here, Regina George on your dirty couch in her designer clothes and all, listening as she told you about the most mundane things in her life, made you feel warm in a way you hadn't in a long time. Loneliness was a quiet thing. It snuck up on you and you hadn't even noticed.

You hoped she wouldn't duck out of your life again.

Notes: Written late at night. My eyes don't work like they used to before. Might've missed some spelling errors or weird grammar. I'll return to it after I've slept. Also, in case you haven't noticed, this is firmly set in 2004. This story takes elements from both films, 2004 and 2024, but time-wise it is 2004. Another thing, I changed up the chapter titles. Originally, the first part was the prologue but then I thought about it and it really isn't like a prologue. So, that was chapter 1 and this is chapter 2. Bye-bye, party people.

Taglist: One person asked for this lmao, but I am but a servant of the people. Comment on this post if you wanna be tagged on the next part when it comes out. Disclaimer! Chapters will not usually come out this fast.

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aaaaa!!! you opened regina requests!! i love your work sm and im so glad abt this 😭 can i request regina x fem!reader where regina's had a really bad day and she just feels insecure about her body the moment she gets home and reader comforts her and eases her worries?? basically body worship fluff (or if you wanna make it more spicy, up to you!!) i trust your brain. tysmmm <33

She will be loved

Regina George x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, insecurity about body image, angst, comfort/fluff

“You can speak of anger and doubts

Your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it

You can share your so called shame filled accounts

Of times in your life and I won't judge it”

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.

————

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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THE MEANEST GIRL IN HUFFLEPUFF

a small series inspired by my harry potter oc! and her interactions with her peers! enjoy :) please lmk if you have any requests!!

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Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Hermione Granger

Theodore Nott

Ron Weasley

Mattheo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

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Toxic!Regina George x Plastic!fem reader 1, 831 words

a/n - inspired by @a-simple-imagine version of Regina George because it's honestly god sent and I can't stop reading it. And I apologise for the later than normal post 😅

Slowly, you began to realise that you were no longer asleep; aware that your eyes were closed, aware that you were not in your own bed, but a familiar one nonetheless. Warm vanilla fills your senses and a hollow pit begins to give way within your stomach and you open your eyes to find that the night wasn’t as dark as you had thought.

Moonlight swims through the room from the open window and you sit up in the large bed, the duvet folding at your waist, and glance to your side, Regina is sleeping peacefully. Her blonde hair fanned out over her silk pillow, the muscles in her face relaxed, and you can’t think of a sight more beautiful. 

But why do you feel so ill? 

An uneasy feeling falls over you. She’s going to kill you. It was a fact. There was no doubt about it. Loving her was going to kill you, realising this was not the issue, you just couldn’t leave. Of course you knew that you shouldn’t be doing this, it was the Regina George for fucks sake. Even more so after all this time - nothing had changed - and yet here you were, again. 

An addictive poison; Regina George was going to be the death of you.

You tear your eyes off of her, take in a deep breath and, for the first time ever, you slip out of her bed and pull on your clothes and silently leave her mansion of a house. There’s a lump in your throat as you pause outside her gate, a part of you is relieved, another worried about your journey home, a bigger part wants you to stay, but you turn on your heel anyway. Leaving her alone, just like she always did you. One small step at a time; that’s how you were going to get away.

Your step should have been smaller.

When morning came, Regina sat up in her bed, just like you had done hours earlier, staring at the empty pillow beside her. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her mouth slightly agape in silent confusion. A sickening feeling overwhelms her as her eyes search her room, your clothes are gone and hers are folded neatly by the door. She can’t think straight and anger washes away the confusion.

You left. You’re gone. You’re not where you’re supposed to be. Have you finally had enough? Has she finally broken you? Anger can only last so long, especially when it’s only covering the fact that she’s upset. Regina can’t fully comprehend it, can’t fully understand it. Did she care for you?

No.

She couldn’t. Didn’t. But still she found herself becoming short of breath. Once the tears started to fall, Regina couldn't help everything that came with it. She cares for you, she does, that’s what she tells herself after she’s exhausted herself into falling back asleep. Too tired to wipe the tears away, but no reason to, really, when her pillow is already soaked with them.

Monday arrives. Regina eyes you as you sit down at the table, a bright smile on your face as Karen talks your ear off. She doesn’t know why, but she expected you to be a bit more sad. Maybe she wanted you to be sad. It irritated her, really, that you were being so… normal. So indifferent. What were you playing at?

Your eyes meet hers and it’s like that evening never happened. You look the same as last week, nothing different in your eyes, in the way that you look at her. Not even a hint of guilt. Did she misjudge you? Completely read you wrong? Did she not mean anything to you at all? If anything, you didn’t mean anything to her. You didn’t. Really.

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The week went on just as it had done last week and you were back in Regina’s bedroom. Karen was playing with your hair as you intently listened to Gretchen and Regina talk shit about anything and everything that had happened within the week.

Being here, in this room, you couldn’t take it. You were slowly being suffocated by her and, if you didn’t keep your senses sharp, you could fall back into her trap. As if she could hear your thoughts, blue eyes catch yours and you almost instantly look away.

“Where’s my phone?” You hear Karen ask as she moves her head side to side in an attempt to look for it.

“I’ve got it, babe,” you answer her and pass it behind you. You feel her press a light kiss to your head as a thank you.

“Gretch..,” she begins as the light of her phone illuminates her face, “don’t we have that thing?”

“What thi- oh. I am so sorry, Regina, but we gotta go like right now.” Right on cue you hear a car horn blare from outside. “Y/n/n, you want a lift home?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you smile thankfully and quickly grab your bag. You follow the two as they bid their goodbyes to Regina, you only give her a smile, and rush down the stairs. 

Uncharacteristically, Regina seems to be walking you all to the door. Her close proximity to you was causing the hair on your arms to stand on end and an uneasy feeling began to settle in your stomach. You ignored it, it was probably nothing, you were only anxious because of what you did happened last week. 

As you stepped off of the last stair you felt your left shoe slip off. Turning a blind eye to the fact that Regina had stepped on the back. It was probably an accident anyway. You slide your shoe with your foot a few paces ahead before realising that it would take more effort to put your shoe back on and quickly crouched to fix it. Gretchen and Karen moved out the front door, unaware of your misfortune. 

Regina stayed by your side. 

You give a small thanks to the blonde when you stand back up. She’s wordlessly staring at you, the intensity of it makes you hold back your step through the door.

“Y/n/n, you coming?” You hear Gretchen shout and you turn your head away from Regina and toward the open door. A hand instantly wraps around your upper arm and you look back to see begging, blue eyes.

“No, sorry, Gretch- I’ve changed my mind!” You hear the car horn sound twice in reply before revving off.

“Did the others go?” Ms. George calls out from the kitchen, her heels clacking against the floor, and Regina pulls her hand off of you before her mother can see.

Regina says nothing as she moves up the stairs and you send Ms. George a small smile.

“Y’know, Y/n, I’ve never met anyone like you.” The older woman starts from the kitchen door frame. “Regina’s never had a friend like you.” What? You only nod your head before following Regina’s path up the stairs.

Regina’s shut her door behind her and you’re forced to knock. No reply comes and you hesitantly push it open. She’s sitting on her bed, phone in her hand. 

“Lock it.” She demands, eyes not leaving the screen. Slowly, you turn the lock from behind you; the sound of it is almost deafening in the tightening silence.

She’s angry. Maybe.

It’s hard to tell sometimes. 

You watch her intently, you stay pressed against the back of her door, and you feel like prey. A few minutes pass, she’s still scrolling through her phone and you have not moved. You aren’t sure what to do. Why did you even stay? You promised yourself that you were done. Maybe this was closure, but you feel like you’re in danger.

Finally, Regina drops her phone and turns to you. The look on her face causes your heart to squeeze painfully.

“Tell me-” she begins, but her voice gets caught. She swallows, her throat bobbing. “Tell me you love me.” 

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, “What?” 

“Tell me that you love me, Y/n.” She almost begs and you search her watery eyes.

“I-”

“-Say it. Please.” And your stomach erupts with butterflies.

“I love you.”

Regina lets out a sad laugh, it’s something you’ve never heard before, and reverts her gaze from you. It makes you feel rejected.

“You don’t mean it,” she sounds so wounded, you find yourself moving over to her. To sit next to her, be close to her, comfort her.

“Of course I do,” you reply softly and she refuses to look at you.

“Why did you leave then?” Her question hits you in the chest and it brings tears to your eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying,” she pauses, “you don’t love me.”

“I do,” you say earnestly, “I do love you.”

She turns to you, finally, and you suck in a shaky breath as you take in her appearance. She’s beautiful. Ethereal, even. Her salty tears prick at her blue eyes, making the colour pop, and you quickly move to wipe a falling tear from her cheek. Her own hand closes around yours before softly turning it around and pulling it down to press a gentle kiss to your palm. The action causes your heart to lurch. How could you not be in love with her?

“Show me,” Regina lightly commands in a whisper, her blue eyes boring into your own, “show me that you love me.”

And you do.

Your hand keeps hold of hers and you move your other to push through the back of her hair and draw her in closer. Until she’s so close you can feel her breath fanning across your face. You pause, staring at her now, waiting for her to close the gap. Her teeth show in the smile that she gives you and she kisses you with it. You meld into her as her other hand finds your thigh to give it a light squeeze.

This is how it’s meant to be, you feel at ease when you’re with her.

---

And you wake up, once again, in the middle of the night. Regina, asleep by your side. And she’s done it once again. You’ve fallen back into her trap, back into the vicious cycle that you can’t seem to break no matter how hard you try to distance yourself from her. You aren’t even sure if you want to leave. She always manages to get you to crawl back to her. She’s got her perfectly pink nails dug in your back, and you don’t mind that you’re bleeding. Regina loves you. She does. In that way that is so authentically Regina George and you can’t get enough of it.

And, so, you fall back into the pillow and face her sleeping form. A piece of blonde hair has fallen over her face and you reach out to softly tuck it behind her ear, where it belongs. 

Because you’re desperately and irrevocably in love with Regina George.

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Buy None, Get Two

cw: smut, M/M/F

It was supposed to be a short stop, your intention being to pick up a few personal items then head on home. Today was the one and only day of the Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes Spring Sale, after all, and their lines of WonderWitch were second to none in creativity and efficacy.

In hindsight, it would have been smarter to enter like any other customer from the front door. The main entrance meant light, open space, and plenty of witnesses. You would have been able to shop in peace with little interruption but the knowing wink of the clerk.

Let’s just say that eagerness played a part in your absence of thought. You tossed on your favourite corduroy skirt, a heavy knit jumper, and your trainers before grabbing your purse.

You went through the Floo by habit, stepping directly from your cottage into the twins’ flat above the shop. Were this any other day, the lights would have been out, the space quiet, the telltale ginger hair bent over experiments or paperwork downstairs in their offices.

So when you walked directly into the well-lit sitting room where Fred and George lounged on the sofa directly facing the fireplace, you froze.

“Well, well, what do we have here, Forge?”

“I don’t know, Gred. It looks like our girl’s here to take advantage of some great savings.”

You could feel your lips curling into the familiar grin these two always prompted, but you angled your body towards the front door in an attempt to squeeze by safely. “Now boys, I only have a small window of time that I intend to use wisely–”

Your well-laid plans ended in a squeak as you were lifted off your feet and laid unceremoniously across two sets of legs. Fred’s arm cradled your head carefully while his other automatically wrapped around your waist. George immediately took to removing your trainers, strong fingers massaging circles against the tight muscles and turning you limp.

“Our little sale has been more successful than anticipated and we thought we’d get away for a breather–,” Fred said lightly, his hand now tracing down your cheek.

“–so your arrival comes at a perfect time, love,” George picked up where his brother left off. You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you as he slipped off your socks. His hands were warm against your smooth skin, and you thanked yourself for the foresight of shaving the night before.

“What did you two have in mind?” While you knew exactly what it was you wanted, you decided to play coy. They’d disrupted your original ideas, after all. You couldn’t make things too easy for them.

“Well…” Fred’s fingers propped your chin up as he leaned down to hover just out of reach, “that depends.”

“On?”

Your eyes flickered away from Fred to watch as George shifted on the chaise, separating your legs so he could turn and kneel between them. 

George licked his lips as he eyed the two of you, and his hands moved up your thighs to continue his gentle rubbing. “On what it was you were planning on purchasing.”

Trapped between their warm bodies as you were, you couldn’t help the flush that worked its way up your chest to fill your cheeks. They smirked at the sight.

“I wanted to pick up some Daydream Charms,” you continued despite the way Fred clicked his tongue in disapproval, “Crush Blush, since I’m almost out, and a Tongue Twister–”

“I can understand the blush, but do you really need the others when you already have two wizards who are more than happy to fulfil any fantasies you might have?” George interrupted.

His hands slipped beneath the thick fabric of your skirt, long fingers sweeping up the expanse of your thighs and encouraging you to widen them as he bent forward.

“George, you really don’t need to–”

“He wants to, love, as do I,” Fred said, gripping your chin firmly and raising his eyebrows. “Or do you want us to stop? Just say the word.”

The mouth that had been kissing its way up your inner thigh paused now above your centre, the heat of his breath priming you for a very different sort of tongue. A gush pulsed through you at past memories of how skillful they were with their fingers and mouths. They were insatiable, their focus unwavering and discerning of how every single sensation affected you. They used that knowledge to their advantage and your demise, turning you into a helpless puddle at their beck and call.

Sometimes it mortified you, afterwards, thinking about all the ways you unravelled at their touch, how easily they could make you say and do things you never would have dared on your own. You weren’t a very open person, despite how your body and mind seemed to unfurl at the mere suggestion of their eyes on yours.

You knew without a shred of doubt that, were you to say so, Fred and George would remove their hands. You hadn’t put a label on what it was that went on between the three of you just yet. You hoped, yes. You craved and dreamt.

“Don’t stop.” Low and breathless, you sounded desperate because, well, you were.

“Your coins are no good to us, sweetheart,” Fred murmured. He maintained a steady commentary while George mouthed you through the thin cotton of your knickers. 

The barrier was a joke sodden as it was with the combination of his spit and your steady arousal. He sealed his mouth against you and hummed. The vibrations sent you into a backbreaking arch with a moan. It was only Fred’s hands against your shoulders that stopped you from lifting off of the chaise entirely. His chuckle was warm against your cheek, his kiss a reassuring pressure to your temple.

The moment the gusset of your knickers was swept to the side and George ran a flattened tongue the full length of your slit, you cried out, scrabbling for purchase on something, anything.

Fred met you, fingers threading through yours and lips crashing down to muffle your cries. Slowly, he brought your hand up with his own to wrap around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but he didn’t have to. The mere presence was close enough of a claim to tip you over the edge as George plunged two fingers inside and curled them upward.

“Pretty girl, so sweet and good for us,” Fred cooed. “Can you be good for a bit longer?” His hips shifted beneath your head where it rested. You could feel the thick length of him straining against the constraints.

“Please!” This was why you’d come over, wasn’t it? You’d dreamt last night of a scenario much like this one where the twins moved over and around you, taking turns wringing pleasure from you like another one of their experiments. 

You only had to turn your head the barest amount before your jaw opened wide to take in his bared cock, while, at the same time, you felt a blunt pressure at your cunt. Like they shared one mind, they impaled you from both ends. Hands pressed against your hips and the back of your head, bringing you flush against them. You trembled, and you gagged, and still they held on tight.

“Nnnnn,” you couldn’t speak with your mouth and throat stuffed full; you weren’t sure how much longer you could last like this.

One of them, you weren’t sure who, shushed you. Fingers brushed against your clit, a fist tightened around your hair, spots danced across your vision through which you could only see the milky skin of Fred’s lower abs and a thatch of red hair slightly darker than the rest.

Just as you felt like you were about to pass out, they pulled back, and you gasped for air just in time to be filled once again. They repeated the process until you shouted around Fred’s cock and shook beneath George’s circling thumb.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I’m–” Fred groaned deep as he started to come, spilling down your throat as you worked to swallow all of him. “Look at you, drinking me up.” He didn’t care about the cum still coating your lips as he bent down to tangle his tongue with yours, thrusting deep and swirling around as if he meant to clean you up.

His mouth caught your cries as George pulled your knees up and spread them in a wide v, thrusting as deep as he could to finish. George nuzzled against your tits over the jumper you still wore as he pulsed inside of you. The slight tingle of magic across your abdomen let you know one of them had cast a contraception charm. It wasn’t until he slipped out of you and sat up that Fred pulled back from your kiss.

“Any chance we can convince you to join us downstairs?” George asked as he offered you your knickers. 

They both wore satisfied grins, eyes crinkled at the corners and lips swollen and red. Given the state of their faces and how their hair stood in disarray, there was no question about what they’d been doing in their free time. 

You tapped your chin as you pretended to think. “I do still have a few more fantasies I’d like to experience if there are any more Daydream charms left…”

Laughter bubbled out of you at the insulted looks they gave you, a joy that turned into dismay when George vanished your knickers with a casual wave of his hand.

“Cheeky witches don’t get to wear knickers,” he sniffed. The act was just that, his smirk giving away his amusement.

“We do still need to eat, if you’d like to join us for lunch.” The uncharacteristic seriousness in Fred’s voice prompted you to look more carefully at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Fred Weasley?”

“What if we are?” His chin came up in that stubborn way of his you sometimes saw around his family and rivals. George looked much the same, even with the hint of his smile remaining.

You could slap the invitation down with your usual playful air, and they’d likely go along with your decision. While none of you had strictly gone out of your way to hide the attraction you felt for one another, this would be the first such instance of publicly acknowledging it as such.

“I could be persuaded…”

You looked them both over, biting your lip as you imagined all the ways they could go about convincing you. The possibilities were endless, your mind a playground for three. They leaned forward, beckoned by the prize dangling before them.

Then you bolted, aiming for the door sans knickers and trainers knowing full well they’d never let you make your escape. Laughter rang out behind you, then the familiar weave of their magic wound around you and yanked you back into their arms.

Right where you belonged.

1825 WC

5.19.24 FB: Lauren’s Kitchen prompt: “sale”

Cross-posted on Tumblr, Facebook, and AO3.

[im-trying-my-best-yall]

Every now and then ill be looking for a George fic to read and i'll stumble across something for Fred instead because theres a great deal more content for Fred than George and the description will sound like an interesting concept and im so starved for fics that i'll try reading it and I genuinely cant read it

I'm sorry to all the Fred girlies out there i know you love your man but it feels like im cheating on my boy and i just cant do it

like thats my husband and thats his brother and i physically cant

[danielshouseofwhores]

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[enweasley]

would it be a good idea to write a fanfiction about my own character in hogwarts legacy? He's a weasley (duh doi) - Finn Weasley. i think it would be cool to write a reader insert about him (cuz holy smokes im falling for him) and base imagines off the hogwarts legacy plot but i dont wanna do it if people arent gonna be interested

lmk :)

ps - i have a bunch of gif ideas for him omg

[moon-lit-petal]

From Chaos to Comfort Pt 4

George Weasley x Fem!Hufflepuff!Reader

Summery: George becomes acutely awear that sometimes, people aren't the biggest fans of his and Freds pranks.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers(?), angst, george fell hard and fast, I tried to do a slow burn but you can tell I gave up lol, also Y/N is a little mean to George ngl

Word Count: 3.9k

Notes: This is the last part I'm gonna do for this mini series lol, I said I didn't wanna make it too long and I got impatient sorry 😅 feel free to submit an ask if you wanna see me write about your favorite character!^-^

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Days passed since the kiss, each one stretching into an eternity for Y/N. She found herself slipping into the familiar routines of her life—studying in the library, tending to her plants in the greenhouse, and spending time with her fellow Hufflepuffs—but the world felt different. Each time she entered a room, her heart raced at the thought of encountering George.

Avoiding him became a full-time job. She deliberately chose the far side of the Great Hall at meals, strategically positioned herself at the edge of the library, and spent countless evenings wandering the grounds, always making sure to steer clear of the Quidditch pitch where George and Fred often practiced.

Y/N’s feelings were a tangled mess, and she didn’t know how to sort through them. She was still angry at George for his part in the pranks, yet there was something undeniably magnetic about him. The memory of his warm lips against hers haunted her thoughts, a constant reminder of the connection they had shared. She felt both drawn to him and terrified of what that meant.

Meanwhile, George respected her need for space, though it pained him deeply. He watched her from a distance, his heart aching every time he caught a glimpse of her laughter with her friends or the way her brow furrowed in concentration as she read. Each day without her felt like a missed opportunity, and he longed for a chance to explain himself fully—to show her the depth of his feelings and how he was willing to change.

As the days turned into a week, their friends began to notice the tension in the air. Whispers started circulating among the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, with speculation running rampant about what had transpired in the library. “Did you see Y/N? She hasn’t spoken to George in days!” one student remarked. “I heard they had some sort of argument,” another added, eyes wide with intrigue.

Y/N could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of their scrutiny bearing down on her. It was hard to focus on her studies or enjoy time with her friends when every conversation seemed to pivot toward George and the kiss.

“You okay, Y/N?” one of her housemates asked during lunch, concern etched on their face. “You’ve seemed a bit off lately.”

Y/N forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine, just… busy with classes,” she replied, hoping to deflect further questioning. But deep down, she felt far from fine. The uncertainty of her feelings and the pressure of the rumors left her feeling more isolated than ever.

As she sat there, pushing her food around on her plate, she caught a glimpse of George across the hall. He was talking with Fred, laughter in his eyes, but the moment their gazes met, everything fell silent. George’s smile faltered, and for a brief moment, the world around them faded away.

Y/N’s heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She quickly looked away, panic rising in her chest. She wasn’t ready to face him—not yet. The thought of addressing what happened between them felt insurmountable.

“I just need more time,” she whispered to herself, feeling overwhelmed.

But deep down, Y/N knew she couldn’t avoid him forever. The connection they had forged—though fraught with confusion and anger—was real, and it demanded acknowledgment. As the days wore on, the conflict inside her grew louder, urging her to confront her feelings head-on.

Back at the Gryffindor table, George felt the weight of the silence that enveloped them whenever Y/N was near. He wanted nothing more than to bridge the gap between them, to reach out and tell her that he was still there, still waiting. But he didn’t want to pressure her; he wanted her to come to him when she was ready.

With each passing day, George resolved to find the right moment to speak to her again. He just hoped that when that moment came, Y/N would be ready to listen. The thought of her staying in turmoil was unbearable, and he silently vowed to do whatever it took to show her that he was sincere in his feelings.

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The library was quiet, the only sounds being the rustle of pages and the occasional creak of the wooden shelves. Y/N found herself wandering through the aisles, drawn to the familiar haven of books and solitude. But tonight, her mind was elsewhere—she was here for George.

After days of avoidance, she had finally mustered the courage to seek him out. It felt like a leap into the unknown, but she needed to confront the turmoil inside her. With each step toward the back of the library, her heart raced, anticipation and anxiety twisting together in her chest.

As she rounded the corner, she spotted him at a table, hunched over a stack of books, his usual grin replaced by a look of deep concentration. He seemed lost in thought, and for a moment, Y/N hesitated, unsure if she should interrupt. But the weight of her unresolved feelings urged her forward.

“George?” she called softly, her voice breaking the serene atmosphere.

He looked up, surprise flashing across his face. “Y/N,” he said, quickly sitting up straighter. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped closer, her hands nervously twisting together. “I… I wanted to talk.”

George nodded, his expression serious as he gestured to the empty chair across from him. “Of course. Please, sit.”

As she settled into the chair, Y/N felt the tension crackle between them. She knew what she needed to say, but the words felt heavy on her tongue. “I’m sorry for how I reacted the other day,” she began, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I was angry and confused, and I took it out on you.”

George’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward slightly. “It’s okay. I understand. I never meant to hurt you.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “I should have stopped the pranks a long time ago. Fred can be relentless, but I should have done more to protect you. I’m really sorry.”

The sincerity in his voice touched her, and Y/N felt some of the tension begin to ease. “I know it’s not all your fault, but I guess I just… I didn’t want to feel vulnerable. I’ve spent so much time hiding from everyone, and your pranks made me feel exposed.”

“I get that,” George replied, his tone earnest. “I didn’t realize how deeply it affected you until it was too late. I promise, I’m done with the pranks for good. I just want to be someone you can trust.”

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. “I want to believe you, George. I really do.” She hesitated, her heart pounding as she continued. “I’ve started to feel something for you too, but it scares me. I don’t want to be hurt again.”

George’s expression shifted, hope flickering in his eyes. “I’d never want to hurt you, Y/N. I care about you, more than I can put into words. I’ve fallen for you, and I’m willing to be patient, to show you that I’m not like that.”

She felt a warmth spreading through her, a cautious hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way forward. “I appreciate that,” she said, her voice softening. “I just need time to process everything. To learn to trust you.”

“I can wait,” George assured her, his sincerity washing over her like a soothing balm. “I’m here whenever you’re ready.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of their conversation settling around them. Y/N felt the walls she had built start to crumble, a flicker of connection igniting between them. The tension that had once felt suffocating began to transform into something hopeful, something worth exploring.

“I’ve always admired your strength, you know,” George said quietly, breaking the silence. “You have this quiet way of standing your ground, even when it feels like the whole world is against you. It’s something I really respect.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat at his words, a shy smile creeping onto her lips. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

With that, they shared a moment of understanding, two hearts gradually opening up to the possibility of something new. The fear still lingered in the corners of Y/N’s mind, but George’s presence felt grounding, like a promise of support amid the chaos.

As the night wore on, they talked about everything and nothing, laughter gradually returning to their conversation. The bond between them began to shift, transforming the tension of the past into a tentative but hopeful future. And while Y/N knew she still had a long way to go in learning to trust, she felt ready to take the first steps alongside George, together navigating the path toward something more.

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With each passing day, Y/N and George began to carve out a new rhythm together. Their interactions were a delicate dance of tentative steps and unspoken emotions, as they gradually rebuilt the trust that had been shattered. It felt both exhilarating and terrifying, but each moment brought them closer to something that felt real.

The soft evening light filtered through the library windows, casting golden hues across the tables and shelves. George sat beside Y/N, his gaze flickering from his notes to her profile as she read, oblivious to his attention. He didn’t even know how they’d ended up studying together—somehow, after their kiss by the lake, their paths seemed to cross more naturally, as if the universe itself wanted them to be near each other.

The silence between them was comfortable, with only the occasional sound of a page turning or a quill scratching across parchment. Still, George couldn’t shake the flutter in his stomach, a quiet thrill every time their shoulders brushed as they leaned closer to share notes.

He watched her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her brow furrowing as she scribbled a correction on her page. Without thinking, he whispered, “You look adorable when you’re concentrating, you know.”

Y/N glanced up, a hint of a blush rising in her cheeks. She rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. “And you look ridiculous when you pretend to know anything about Potions.”

George chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guilty as charged. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to sit here with you.”

Her cheeks reddened even more, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the laughter fading into something softer. It was like they were both testing the waters of this new closeness, careful not to push too far but unable to ignore the magnetism between them.

Finally, she broke the gaze, focusing on her parchment again. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be interested in spending so much time in the library.”

“Neither did I,” George admitted, leaning closer. “But maybe it’s growing on me.” He glanced down at her notes, nodding as if he understood. “Or maybe it’s just the company.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re terrible at studying, you know.”

“Ah, well, maybe you can teach me a thing or two,” he replied, his voice light but his expression earnest.

A comfortable quiet settled over them again, but this time, George felt a warm satisfaction. There was a new ease between them, a budding friendship colored by the thrill of something more. And though neither of them said it out loud, they both felt it—the steady pull drawing them closer, bit by bit.

In the corridors of Hogwarts, small encounters became charged with electricity. There were days when Y/N would walk past George, their shoulders brushing just enough to send a thrill through her. She’d glance over her shoulder, catching his eye for a split second before her heart raced and she looked away, a smile tugging at her lips. George would return the gaze, his expression softening, a silent understanding passing between them.

In Charms class one afternoon, Y/N found herself seated beside George once again. It had become a familiar arrangement, as if some invisible force always pulled them into each other’s orbit. Today, Professor Flitwick was lecturing on wand techniques, and although Y/N tried to focus on his instructions, the warmth of George beside her was impossible to ignore.

As Professor Flitwick turned to demonstrate on the blackboard, George leaned in close, his voice a soft murmur. “Reckon he’s going to make us try that spell next?” he asked, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, her heart beating a little faster. “Probably,” she replied, forcing herself to sound steady. “Though I don’t think you’re paying attention enough to pull it off.” She smirked, her own quiet bravery surprising her.

George’s eyes sparkled, his grin widening. “Cheeky,” he whispered back, pretending to take exaggerated notes in response. His arm brushed hers, and though it was barely a touch, it sent a jolt through her.

A moment later, both of them reached for the Charms textbook between them. Their fingers collided, lingering for just a second too long before she pulled back with a shy, “Sorry.”

But George didn’t flinch, his hand remaining steady on the book, his gaze warm and reassuring. “No need to apologize,” he replied softly, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity that made her heart flutter. “I don’t mind.”

The words lingered between them, heavy with an unspoken promise. Y/N dared a glance up at him, finding that his eyes held something deeper, something that made her wonder if he felt the same invisible pull she did. For the rest of the class, their hands would brush occasionally, and with each touch, the world around them seemed to fade just a little bit more.

In the library, their shared study sessions turned into something more. They’d sit close together, their heads bent over the same book, and George would occasionally let his arm rest against hers, a silent invitation. Y/N felt a mix of excitement and caution, her heart fluttering at the proximity. Each time she caught George looking at her, a warmth spread through her, though she quickly brushed it off as mere friendship.

“Are you always this distracted during study sessions?” he teased one day, his voice low, playful, yet filled with a sincerity that made her stomach flutter.

“I’m just trying to focus,” Y/N replied, trying to sound serious but failing as a smile broke through. “It’s hard when you keep talking.”

George leaned a little closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I could help you with that. Less talking, more studying?”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and free. “Maybe you should try it, then.”

Their shared moments were interspersed with lingering touches—George would hand her a book, their fingers brushing, and Y/N would feel a spark. Or he’d help her adjust her bag as they left class, his hand resting on her shoulder a beat longer than necessary. Each small interaction was filled with a weighty significance, and with every shared laugh or stolen glance, the connection between them deepened.

Yet, amid these moments of growing intimacy, Y/N remained guarded. She often found herself wrestling with the fear that she might be setting herself up for heartbreak again. There were flashes of doubt that crossed her mind, reminders of the pranks and the humiliation that had come before. Would George be able to prove he was more than just a prankster? Would he stay once the novelty wore off?

But George, ever patient, didn’t push her. He understood that trust couldn’t be rushed and was willing to wait for as long as it took. He knew he had to prove himself to her—not just with words but through actions that demonstrated his genuine care and respect for her.

One afternoon, they found themselves taking a leisurely stroll around the lake, the sun dipping low in the sky, painting everything in warm hues of orange and pink. The air was filled with the scent of autumn leaves and the distant sound of laughter from students playing Quidditch.

“Do you ever miss being just a regular student?” George asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

“Sometimes,” Y/N admitted, glancing at him. “But I think I’m learning to appreciate the chaos.”

George chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s not all chaos, you know. Some of it’s… fun.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” she shot back, but there was no bite in her words, only a hint of teasing.

They reached the edge of the lake, and George picked up a small pebble, skipping it across the water. “What about this?” he asked. “Just you and me, no pranks, no chaos.”

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment wash over her. “I like that idea.”

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in a breathtaking display of colors, they stood side by side, their shoulders almost touching, hearts racing in sync with the rhythm of the world around them.

In that tranquil moment, Y/N realized she was slowly starting to trust him, bit by bit. And though she still held reservations, the promise of something deeper began to bloom within her—a tentative but undeniable hope for what could be.

“George,” she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” he replied, glancing at her, his expression attentive.

Y/N took a breath, feeling the weight of her words. “I think I’m ready to see where this goes.”

A smile broke across George’s face, lighting up his features with genuine joy. “Really?” he asked, the hope in his voice unmistakable.

“Yeah,” she said, her heart racing. “But just take it slow, okay? I don’t want to rush into anything.”

“Absolutely,” he assured her, his voice steady and sincere. “We’ll take it at your pace.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over them, Y/N felt a new sense of clarity. She was ready to embrace this slow-burning romance, to explore the depths of their connection, and to finally allow herself to be vulnerable. And as they stood there, side by side, Y/N realized that she was no longer afraid of what lay ahead. With George by her side, she felt ready to step into the unknown, together.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N and George settled into a rhythm that felt comfortable and genuine. Their relationship flourished in the quiet spaces they carved out for themselves—away from the prying eyes of Hogwarts, where they could truly be themselves without the weight of expectations or the shadow of past pranks.

The two of them often found solace in the nooks of the library or under the sprawling branches of the ancient trees around the Black Lake, where they would share laughter and secrets. George had traded in his mischievous pranks for thoughtful gestures that spoke volumes of his affection. He’d surprise Y/N with her favorite sweets from Honeydukes or bring her a rare book he thought she’d enjoy, his eyes lighting up with joy whenever she smiled.

On this particular evening, as the sun dipped low out of the sky, painting the horizon with shades of purple and blue, they found themselves sitting on the edge of the lake again. The air was crisp, the gentle lapping of the water creating a soothing backdrop to their conversation. The lake had become a safe space for the two, especially after dark. It was quiet, private, no one to disrupt them.

Y/N leaned back on her hands, her gaze fixed on the shimmering surface of the water. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m actually starting to enjoy being around you,” she teased, glancing sideways at George.

He chuckled, his face breaking into a warm smile. “You know, I take that as a huge compliment coming from you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, a grin tugging at her lips. “Just don’t get used to it. I’m still cautious about all of this.”

George’s expression softened, and he turned to face her more fully. “I get it. Trust takes time, and I’m not going anywhere. I want to be the kind of guy you can count on.”

She nodded, her heart swelling with warmth at his sincerity. “I really appreciate that. You’ve been so patient with me, and it means a lot.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sounds being the rustling leaves and the distant chirping of birds settling in for the night. The sun’s last rays cast a golden glow around them, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth that made Y/N feel safe and cherished.

“Can I ask you something?” George said, breaking the quiet.

“Sure,” she replied, curiosity piquing.

“What’s been the biggest surprise for you in all of this?” He gestured between them, his expression serious.

Y/N took a moment to ponder. “Honestly? I think it’s how easy it is to be around you now. I was so caught up in the past—your pranks, my frustration—that I didn’t see the kind person behind it all. You’ve changed.”

George looked pleased, but he also seemed to be searching for something. “I’m glad to hear that, but I also want you to know that I’m still a bit of a prankster at heart. It’s just… I’ve learned when to tone it down.”

Y/N laughed softly. “You can be playful, just not at my expense, okay?”

“Deal,” he replied, grinning. Then he grew serious again, leaning closer. “But seriously, I want to show you that I’m not just some prank-loving fool. You’re important to me, and I want to be someone who makes you feel valued.”

“George…” she started, unsure of where her thoughts were leading.

But he interrupted her gently. “I know I’ve messed up in the past, but I want to make it right. I want to be a part of your world, Y/N.”

And just like that, all the walls she had built around her heart began to crumble. It was still a cautious step forward, but Y/N felt a wave of trust wash over her. The ache of past hurt didn’t disappear completely, but with George’s unwavering support, it became easier to envision a future without that burden.

“Okay,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s take this one day at a time.”

With that, George’s face broke into a wide grin, his joy contagious. “I can do that.”

They spent the rest of the evening basking in the warmth of their connection, sharing stories and dreams for the future. Each laugh and shared glance brought them closer, a sweet reminder that they were building something beautiful together—a foundation of trust, respect, and undeniable chemistry.

As the stars twinkle overhead, Y/N leaned against George’s shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. The weight of her past began to fade, replaced by a sense of hope for what lay ahead.

In that moment, with George by her side, she finally felt at ease, ready to embrace the unfolding journey of their relationship. Together, they were no longer just a quiet Hufflepuff and a mischievous Gryffindor; they were two souls discovering a deeper understanding of love, trust, and companionship—a new beginning filled with endless possibilities.

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Crashed

Word count: 876

Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Lando Norris' peaceful Sunday brunch with his girlfriend Y/n in Monaco quickly turns into chaotic fun

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Lando Norris and his girlfriend, Y/n, were enjoying a peaceful Sunday brunch at a cozy little café in Monaco. It was one of those rare, perfect mornings: the sun was shining, the coffee was strong, and they had no plans except to relax. Lando was mid-sip when his phone started buzzing incessantly on the table.

"Group chat," he mumbled, glancing down with a sigh. Y/n smirked knowingly. The Formula 1 drivers' group chat was infamous for being total chaos, and it seemed today would be no different.

Charles Leclerc: Oi, Lando! Where are you? We’re all in Monaco, and you’ve gone radio silent. You ghosting us or what?

George Russell: Bet he’s with Y/n. You know how he gets. Suddenly, we're not cool enough for him. It’s all brunch and romantic walks now.

Charles Leclerc: Right? Ever since he started dating Y/n, he's become so… couple-y.

George Russell: Proper couple vibes. They’re probably sitting there, sipping overpriced coffee, talking about feelings.

Lando smirked, typing back as Y/n giggled next to him.

Lando: Confirmed. We’re having a romantic brunch without you peasants.

Y/n leaned over, chuckling as the messages flooded in.

George Russell: Whipped. So whipped.

Max Verstappen: He probably ordered avocado toast. That’s peak Lando.

Lando let out a dramatic sigh. “I don’t even eat avocado toast!”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You literally had it last week.”

He shot her a look but couldn’t argue. Before he could come up with a witty comeback, more messages lit up the screen.

Carlos Sainz: Leave Lando alone. He’s probably just trying to enjoy some quality time with his girlfriend while you lot are sitting alone in your hotel rooms watching Netflix.

George Russell: How is that any worse than watching him awkwardly try to impress Y/n with random facts about coffee beans?

Pierre Gasly: Bet he told her something like: ‘Did you know this is a single-origin Ethiopian roast?’

Y/n burst into laughter. “Okay, that does sound like something you’d say.”

Lando’s eyes widened. “I don’t—well, okay, maybe once! But it was a fun fact!”

Suddenly, Carlos chimed in again.

Carlos Sainz: Real talk though, why wasn’t I invited to brunch? I’m in Monaco, too. You didn’t even text, bro.

Pierre Gasly: Same. Feel the betrayal. I’m coming to crash it. You owe me.

Lando quickly typed: Lando: Please don’t. Seriously, we’re fine. I’ll catch you later.

But it was too late. Y/n giggled as they saw Pierre’s typing bubble pop up again.

Pierre Gasly: Nah, I’m close. Be there in 10.

Lando groaned, throwing his phone on the table. “Of course, he’s coming.”

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Pierre strolled into the café like he’d planned to be there all along. With zero hesitation, he sat across from Lando and Y/n, grabbed Lando’s plate, and took a huge bite of his toast.

“Are you serious?” Lando asked, glaring at him as Y/n laughed beside him.

Pierre grinned, chewing thoughtfully. “You didn’t invite me, so I invited myself. This is what you get.”

Y/n covered her face, laughing. “This is going to be a disaster, isn’t it?”

Just as Lando opened his mouth to protest, his phone buzzed again.

George Russell: Wait for me. I'm on my way too. I can't miss this.

Charles Leclerc: Me too. Lando’s face must be priceless right now.

Y/n leaned over to read the messages and giggled. “You’re going to have the whole grid here by the end of brunch.”

As if on cue, George and Charles soon arrived, each pulling up chairs as if they were part of the original brunch plan. George waved casually as he slid into a seat.

“I told you,” George said, smirking. “You can’t have a romantic brunch without us. We’re like your annoying little brothers.”

Lando slumped in his chair. “This is not how I envisioned today going.”

Y/n chuckled. “You should’ve known. It’s never just ‘us’ when you’re involved.”

Carlos arrived next, holding up his hands like he was walking into a crime scene. “I didn’t want to intrude, but since everyone else is here…”

Lando shook his head, trying to contain a smile. “Of course, you’re here too.”

Carlos sat down and grabbed the menu. “So, what’s good here? You guys ordering pancakes?”

Finally, Max strolled in, looking entirely unsurprised by the chaos. He glanced around at the full table and shook his head. “This is why we can’t have nice things, Lando.” He grabbed Lando’s coffee without hesitation. “I’ll just take this.”

Lando threw up his hands in mock defeat as Y/n tried not to burst into laughter. The entire grid was now surrounding their table, chatting and making themselves at home. What was meant to be a quiet, romantic brunch had turned into a full-blown Formula 1 summit, with Y/n as the honorary member.

Charles grinned at Lando. “So, how’s your romantic Sunday brunch going now?”

Lando glanced around at the chaos, George making jokes, Pierre stealing more food, Carlos debating whether or not to order a mimosa, and Max texting under the table while sipping his coffee.

“Just perfect,” Lando deadpanned. “Exactly what I had in mind.”

Y/n squeezed his hand, smiling sweetly. “You love it.”

Lando sighed dramatically but couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I do.”

[bunnys-kisses]

hiii, can i please have powered sugar donuts and a sweet pastry with a side of cider served by george russell? thank you 🩷

bakery menu!!

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powdered sugar donuts ("marry me.") + sweet pastry ("i'll make it all better.") + cider (body worship) served by george russell (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, needy!reader, established relationship, phone/virtual sex, praise (kink), masturbation, caring george, mentions of marriage

you hated when you got needy. it was a part of you that you wished you could grow out of. but sometimes in the back of your mind, you got so needy. not only a sexual need, but a need to be held by your boyfriend of the last few years.

even wrapped up in one of his sweatshirts wasn't enough. you only found some relief when you rubbed yourself up against the bed with the collar of his sweatshirt was up against your nose. it made you whine a little and you knew desperate times called for desperate measures.

george loved that you were needy. it was nice to be with someone who needed him. and not for his racing prowess or his status or even his money. you simply needed him, to feel close to him. you wanted to curl your fingers in his hair and snuggle up with him.

and he in turn wanted to snuggle you, he wanted to hold you in his strong arms. feel you close to him. if he was lucky have his head against your chest and feel your heartbeat.

so, it was a bit of a surprise when he heard his phone ring and saw it was from you. but, not just a phone call, but a video call. "hello, my love." he said but his eyes went wide to the sight of you.

naked save for your panties and his sweatshirt. it was a little big on you so you had to pull it up a little to have access to your pussy. you said, "i miss you, honey."

george was thankful he was alone for the evening. only a bit ways away in italy, while you were back home. he shifted himself on the bed to get a better view of you, "aw, you miss me? i miss you. have you been taking care of yourself?"

you shifted a little in bed and showed off more of your body to him. you pushed the sweatshirt over your stomach and he groaned at the sight of you. you replied, "i can't not without you."

"aw, my love. get comfy. i'll make it all better." he said so gently that it made you warm all over. you kept the hoodie on as you positioned the phone upright against some pillows as you got yourself comfortable. in the low light george couldn't see the most, but he could remember your body by memory alone.

"but you're so far away."

"then i'll have to simply watch you. i'll be right here the whole time. i know, being away from each other is hard. but, i promise when i come home. i'll take care of you." his voice was a promise and it made you warm all over. you loved him so much. it could easily drive you made of how much you adored him.

you started to rub your cunt over your underwear, george got a good look at them. a simple checkered pattern across a bikini cut pair. they were cute and watching you rub yourself through them only made them more cute.

george could feel himself grow hard in his sweatpants, but continued to eye you as you pleasured yourself. he could take care of of himself later, for now it was all about you. he licked his lips before he said, "that's it. god, you're beautiful. c'mon move a little faster."

you shuddered from his words. there was something in them that ran electricity through your body as you continued to rub against your clit. even though you were miles away from one another, you felt a little closer to him.

"i wish i was there to touch your body right now. to touch you all over. fuck, you look so beautiful." he shifted a little against the bed and it made him exhale deeply, "that's it, my beautiful girlfriend. i love every inch of you.

"george." you whimpered.

you continued to rub harder against your clit and you felt tension in your legs. you felt your heartbeat deep in your chest as you pleasured yourself. you knew how to make yourself feel good, but george knew all the tricks to make your toes curl. it was almost not as good when you did it yourself now and days. you moaned a little louder, you were alone in your apartment. you could be a little louder.

"i know, i know. fuck, i want to kiss your pussy. i want to drag my tongue across your clit and feel you grip onto my hair." george said, and heard you moan in response. he wished he could have a recording of this, it'll make the weekend go by faster, "i want to kiss you all over. from those soft cheeks down to your thighs. i want to make you feel good all over."

he loved you, he could say he was addicted to you. admiring the shape of your body even under the sweatshirt. he knew that you yearned to be close to him.

"ah! fuck, marry me, please! one day, please." you tensed up more as you continued to rub your hand up against your clit, the feeling flooded your brain.

"i will. but, i don't want to propose during the middle of a season. not fair to you, it should be something special. somewhere special. no racing, no work. just you and i." he smiled. he knew that he had been ring shopping for a few weeks now. casually online and if he walked by stores in places far from home.

you whined, "i love you." you said as you really worked yourself. you could feel a bit of sweat on the back of your neck as you rubbed yourself more. it didn't take much longer before you were breathing heavily and trying to keep your voice at a moderate level.

and george watched you with a careful eye. he could feel the heat in his face as he watched you climax. you whined that you were cumming and george continued to praise you. he said, "so beautiful. so beautiful for me. i can't wait to feel you in my hands once more. the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. i love you. so much."

"i love you too." as you started to relax, the tension in your body replaced was the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss. you cuddled yourself further into the fabric of the sweatshirt and got onto your side facing him.

george saw your nose in the collar of it and smiled, "i'll be home soon. you won't be without me for much longer. do you feel better?"

you nodded, "much better. i do still miss you." you cuddled up to the rest of the pillows and looked at your boyfriend on the screen, "how many days till you come home?"

george smiled, his cock still painfully hard in his sweatpants. that'll be dealt with later, at that moment he wanted to admire you. he said, "well, after tomorrow's race. why don't you come and meet me at the next one? i'll book you a flight, and you can see me in baku. how does that sound?"

you smiled softly and replied, "sounds amazing."

he moved a little on his bed and moved the phone as well, "now, tell me about your day before you fall asleep on me. i want to hear all about it." <3

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 4 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warning(s): homophobia becomes a central theme. mention of a close dead relative. internalized misogyny.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 5

You were sitting on the grass under the bleachers when Janis 'Imi'ike came up to you.

"I'm not selling right now." You said, suspecting she was here to see about buying alcohol or something. You had a contact and made a small bit in commissions around the school selling stuff.

"I'm- what? What're you selling?" Oh, well, guess not then.

"Nothing." You didn't want to incriminate yourself. It was bad enough you were smoking a cigarette right this moment. You took another drag. Usually, you didn't smoke during school but today was turning out to be a shittier day than usual.

"I'm not a nark, I could-" She seemed to shake herself. "Anyway. Why did you come to school with Regina today?"

"You saw that?" You inquired, alarmed but making an attempt to hide it.

"Yes. Now, why?"

"We live on the same street. Her car was having issues." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"How'd you know her car was having issues?" She did not seem inclined to just let it go. It was beginning to annoy you.

"Because I fix it from time to time. Like I said, we live on the same street. We're not friends or anything." While you didn't like lying, especially not when you yourself were bitter about it, protecting Regina's rep was more important.

"I think that's a lie. We went to the same middle school for a while. You were close back then." She accused, crouching to be at level with you. You were officially annoyed now.

"You used to be close too." You took another drag and, noticing your cig was on its last leg, stamped it on the ground. "And how'd that turn out?"

Janis gritted her teeth. "Not well."

"Exactly." You gave her a tight, snarky smile and stood up. "Bye."

"Wait a minute!" She jogged after you as you made for the school building. "I'm not done!"

"I think you are." You called back, hastening your step. "There's nothing for us to talk about, Janis."

"Dude! You're being a huge dick right now." Janis caught up to you, gesturing as if she were offended. "Why are you so touchy?"

"I'm not touchy, I'm pissed that a stranger is getting all up in my business." You informed her curtly. "Lay off."

She held her hands up in surrender, an infuriating smirk on her face. "What business do you have with Regina?"

You halted and dropped your backpack on the ground. "What is your problem?" You advanced on her, not exactly squaring up but still getting a little too close for comfort.

"Woah, protective, aren't you?" She wasn't intimidated in the least. That only angered you more. "Has she ditched Cady already and found a new pet?"

"If I were you, I'd watch my mouth." You said as menacingly as you could.

"We could help each other out, y'know." She said, playing innocent.

"Why would I help you with anything?"

"Because she hurt both of us." You had to agree with that, however reluctantly. "I want revenge. She needs to go down." Now, that you did not agree with.

"What do you mean?" If they were planning a coup or something, you needed to get the details. You wouldn't be putting up with that shit.

"Cady's gotten an in with the Plastics." You'd never liked that stupid nickname Janis insisted on using. "She's still on the fence about them, but it's only a matter of time before I'm proven right."

"You've infiltrated the popular girl group like 007, great, because Regina wronged you somehow in middle school? Grow up." You rolled your eyes and picked up your backpack.

"She outed me, you douche!" She exclaimed before probably even thinking about it. Realizing what she'd said, she glanced around warily. Nobody was nearby since you were away from the courtyard.

Okay. Well. That made this a lot more complicated. You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was the exact reason you hung around skaters and stoner-wannabes. At least their drama was about graffiti and who had the good kush, not about whatever the fuck this was. You weren't aware you were living in a teen drama.

"Okay." You breathed in deeply. You did not want to be involved, no matter how justified Janis could've been. However, you needed information if you wanted to get in the way. "What've you got?"

A mean grin nearly split her face. Then, in just a second, it melted away. "You won't tell anybody, right? About, uh, that earlier-"

"I sell drugs behind the school, dude." You put it flatly. "You have more flak on me."

"True." She conceded. "So..."

Their plans weren't very well constructed, to be fair. Janis wanted to prove to Cady that Regina was a bitch, her words, and that was sort of just a waiting game. In the meantime, they were collecting information. So far they'd found out about the Burn Book, supposedly a scrapbook that Regina and her friends had filled with mean things about everybody at Northshore. Staff and teachers included. Apparently, Cady hadn't had much time to peruse it, so neither Janis nor you were in it for all she knew.

The concept made you nervous. You could very well be in that book and Cady just hadn't seen it. If everybody was in it, including nobodies like Mary Stigson and Amber D'Alessio, the chance was incredibly high.

You didn't even know what she could've written about you. Over the years you'd shared incredibly vulnerable bits of information with her. She'd shared with you too, but you weren't in any position to weaponize her secrets. You'd been through embarrassing moments that just the two of you knew of, had seen each other cry and rage and experience all sorts of overwhelming emotions, had made it through mortifying tweenhood phases together.

Regina could've written your whole life story, the nastiest highlights at least, without breaking a sweat.

You were like a zombie for the rest of the day. Barely paying attention in class, twirling a pencil in your fingers listlessly as whatever teacher went on and on. You looked up when a sharp, female voice called your name. You apologized to Ms Norbury and pretended to start working.

Calculus class, huh? You looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. You met eyes with Cady Heron. She quickly turned back to her work, writing numbers furiously. So Janis had told her about their new accomplice. Of course, you had every intention to tattle first thing once you talked to Regina again.

You knew she wouldn't want to be seen leaving with you, so you shot her a text that you'd be behind the bleachers waiting. You were her ride, after all. It would've been rude to leave her.

Relaxing somewhere quiet and alone wasn't too bad. You lifted your headphones over your ears and put on a Nirvana CD. Just this morning Regina had called you 'a hobo with a liking for grunge', or something along those lines. You did so love proving her right.

You lit a cigarette in honour of Kurt and closed your eyes. Something about this day, the utterly exhausting events, made you desperate to feel some release. Ever since dropping Regina off, you'd been a fucking mess. Janis having seen the whole thing and then coming to conspire against Queen Bee hadn't helped. You wished things could be spelt out for you.

Did Regina like you? Yes or no. You knew it wasn't that simple, that things weren't simple for her like they were for you. You liked her and so it was easy to let her walk all over you. You liked her so, of course, you sided with her even when Janis and you had a camaraderie. You liked her and so you chose not to think about the horrible thing she'd done to Janis.

Was it only a matter of time before she'd use that secret against you, too? Did it hang above your head even now?

"Hey, loser, stub the cig and let's get outta here. I'm sick of this joint."

"Who taught you to talk like that?" You opened your eyes and looked up at Regina. "Certainly not your father."

"What daddy doesn't know won't hurt him." She offered her hand to pull you up. "C'mon. I have a nail appointment to get to."

You hauled yourself up with her help. Over-balancing a little bit you tipped into her space, and for a moment there you breathed the same air. You took a hasty step back and tuned back into the conversation.

"And- and how're you gonna get there?" You already knew.

"We don't have enough time to go to mine first, so..." She smiled sweetly at you, getting that calculating look in her eye as she grabbed your arm and pulled it close to her chest. Looking up at you through her lashes, long nails stroking down your forearm, a smile so alluring it was evil on her face, she knew she had you. You couldn't say no.

Gulping, you inclined your head. "I'll take you."

"Thanks, babe." And with that, she pressed her purse into your arms to carry and skipped ahead.

Fuck. Fuck. You closed your eyes and fought off a groan. You'd almost forgotten the crush you'd nursed for her back then. It hadn't ever left, you knew that much, but it hadn't smacked you in the face quite like this before. You were familiar with moments that made your heart beat fast, scenarios that played on a loop in your head, and dreams you could never really make sense of. Now, though, hearing her call you babe and the physical reaction it evoked, there was no plausible explanation other than the obvious fact: You had a crush on Regina George.

You knew—knew—that it was hopeless. There was no world in which you and Regina could be a thing. Or maybe there was, but that was a pipe dream you'd do no good in entertaining. Your dad didn't care about who you dated, but you were sure he would be none too pleased. Regina's dad was a whole other case. He was way stricter than your dad, though just as distant.

You'd done this before. It would be fine. Admittedly, back when you'd been actively crushing on Regina you had been twelve and under. Back then you'd still tolerated skirts and girly hairstyles. Back then it'd been socially acceptable to cling to your friend like a koala, kiss her cheeks and hold her hand. If you tried that shit now, especially looking like you did, it would not slide.

(You'd been called slurs around the halls before. While you didn't generate much rumours or hubbub, you knew that you existed in people's peripherals in a certain way. They'd snidely ask if you liked the Ellen Show. Make vile hand gestures at you when you passed by. Garry Fort, resident church boy and social outcast, had even offered to pray for you. You had refused.)

"Jorts! Get a move on!" Regina shouted, a good distance away.

"Yeah yeah," You muttered, but picked up the pace.

"What took you so long?" She asked as she settled into the front seat.

"Lost in thought, I guess." Waxing melancholy about how we could never be together, sweetums. You opted not to say that. "So, where's this appointment?"

"Just drive to town, I'll give instructions."

"Sure thing." You bit your lip and tapped your fingers on the steering wheel. You hadn't had your licence for long but you'd been driving for much longer than that. You were a good driver. Back when you'd been young enough for your dad to feel obligated to spend time with you, he'd taken you to some backroads and taught you. Then, when that stopped, you'd done it illegally. Hey, girls gotta keep busy somehow.

"What's on your mind?" Regina asked, breaking the silence that'd turned uncomfortable.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." You swallowed. "How was your day?"

"How was my day, seriously?" She turned her body to face you, arms crossed and a displeased look on her face. "What is it?"

You tried to think of something to say. You didn't want to ruin her whole day by revealing she had a spy, of all things. You'd planned on waiting a little bit before telling her. You would've maybe taken her for a ride and then gently broken the news.

So, that was a bust.

"Cady Heron is spying on you. She's retelling everything you're doing together with Gretchen and Karen to Janis and her friend Damien Leigh." You blurted it all out. "I was smoking in my usual spot and she just came up to me. And, uh, recruited me. Apparently, she saw you leave my car this morning."

"What?" Regina screeched, face slack with shock as well as strained with fear, panic, and all sorts of jumbled emotions. "Did anybody else see?"

"I don't know!" Your shoulders lifted all the way up to your ears in a panicked shrug. Her emotions were rubbing off on you and you did not like it. "Did people act weird around you today?"

"No," She paused to think. "No, everything was fine. Karen liked my top."

"You mean my top?" You corrected.

"Whatever." Regina looked out of the window contemplatively. "Are you plotting against me?"

You rolled your eyes, and took your sights off the road for a second to shoot her a look. "If I was, would I be telling you?"

"I dunno, I vividly remember you being sorta stupid."

"Wow, thanks, Reg, that's high praise coming from you. Only sorta."

"Shut up. You're so annoying." She unfolded her arms and leaned back in the seat. "Cady Heron. A spy."

"Janis told me, and I quote: "She needs to go down." Which was pretty dramatic in my opinion." Regina didn't say anything. "I mean, we're in high school."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Regina inspected her nails. Pretty acrylics, sharp and lethal, decorated with gems and swirls. A little grown out, sure, but still in perfect condition.

"I just mean that..." You thought about what you wanted to say. "Y'know, on average women in America die, like, between seventy and eighty years old. We're less than a quarter of that right now. Five years from now, I bet the problems we have now will seem stupid and insignificant. And then five years, or ten, from that, the issues then will look the same way."

"Morbid." She turned to look at you. You couldn't tell what her expression was like, in the middle of changing lanes to pass a car going way under the limit. "Are you always this philosophical?"

"I could be. If you wanted me to be." You wondered if that edged a little too close to flirty.

"No. It's insufferable." You didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't fucking care about the grand scheme of things. My problems aren't stupid or insignificant now, so it's no fucking use thinking, oh, it'll all be fine with time! Well, it won't be, if I don't do something right now." She ranted, waving her hands as she did. "And I will argue that women die much earlier than that."

"It's a statistic, Reg-"

"No, women die at menopause at the latest. They get sad, saggy and undesirable and they die." She said with such conviction that it shook you. "When you stop being beautiful, it's all over."

"Regina, that's..." Wrong. Incorrect. A horrible way to think. "I don't think that's true."

"Women like my mom have nothing to offer. When dad stopped wanting her and started looking elsewhere, when she stopped being asked out at the grocery store and they started asking me, when Kylie poked at her flab and asked what her stretch marks were, she died."

Listening to her talk like that, about her mom nonetheless, was heartbreaking. Still, you couldn't help getting angry. "Your mom is alive and well, Reg. Your dad cheating isn't her fault, it's him being an awful human being. Being asked out at the grocery store isn't like receiving a fucking Nobel prize. Flab and stretch marks are what you did to her body. What Kylie did to her body." You bit your lip when it started wobbling. You bit down harshly to stop it.

You continued even when your voice crackled. "My mom's always gonna be young and beautiful. She's gonna always gonna have smooth, wrinkle-free skin. I won't get to ask about her flab or stretch marks. Not ever." Regina was quiet. You could feel her eyes on you. "You don't get to complain about growing old. Mrs George's been like a mom to me, you know that, so don't fucking insult her in front of me. You can get all the botox and surgeries you want, but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to that shit."

"Sorry." She said, quietly. She'd never been good at apologies.

"It's fine." You wiped at your eyes. "I'm sorry for freaking out."

"No, it's... That was stupid." She mostly muttered, now sunken into the seat.

You shouldn't have raved at her like that. Unpacking all that she said would've been much easier with a clear head. Now you were both stuck in this tension. Tears drying on your cheeks and snot in your nose, you wished things would be easier. You wished Regina had never been taught to think like she did, that she'd see herself like you saw her.

"I think you'll still be pretty when you're forty." You put it out there, going for casual.

"You don't have to lie." She huffed, assuredly rolling her eyes.

"I'm not lying. I don't think a few wrinkles are enough to ruin your face."

"I'm not gonna get wrinkles. By the time I'm old enough to get them, there's gonna be technology to prevent signs of ageing entirely."

You laughed at that. "Are you gonna pioneer that?"

"You think I'd be smart enough?"

"I think you're very intelligent, Regina."

"Hm." You could tell she was pleased, though she was looking away. "Take left here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Notes: I'm writing these abnormally fast. Usually, I'm a total sloth with these things. I guess the instant gratification of notes really is addicting. If I suddenly drop off, I promise I didn't die I just ran out of steam.

I have no idea how long this series will be. I have a general outline and character arcs going in my head, but I'm purposefully not drafting anything. I've noticed that when I plan too much I just feel like I've already written the story and don't wanna put any of the work in. So, with this method, though it has its flaws, I won't get bored of my own ideas!

Also, just to sort of put it out there in writing, they're meant to be flawed characters. OC might be self-aware to a point, but she too has her shortcomings. While Regina's more obviously flawed, neither of them are saints. They're teenagers with shitty home lives, they're gonna be fucked up. That also includes Janis and Cady. They're all dumb teenagers with unresolved issues.

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[idontplaytrack]

Hiiii, can I request little reader x Regina, where Gina walks in on regressed r and they're terrified of her reaction? Maybe they've been dating for a while and were scared to tell their girlfriend in case she reacted badly, but Regina just takes care of them like they're the most precious thing in the world

I Will

Regina George x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, age regression

All the quiet nights you bear

Seal them up with care

No one needs to know they're there

For I will hold them for you

Cause' all I ever wanted is here

All I ever wanted

It was Saturday morning and you were supposed to meet Regina at her place. However, you ended up not going due to…something that happened before you left the house. Sometimes…you used age regression to cope with stress. That was voluntary, other times it gets triggered by things such as situations that reminded you of trauma from when you were younger. Parents constantly arguing was a sure-fire way to get you closer to that point. The last couple weeks have been rough for you. Because of the frequency of which your parents seem to be at each other’s throats. It gave you instant flashbacks to when you were younger, hearing them basically have a screaming match with each other and you having to lock yourself in your room so you didn’t get yourself caught in the middle hearing them talk about you.

You thought Regina would have called you, upset. But she didn’t. You were supposed to meet her an hour ago, but she hadn’t even texted you.

Actually, scratch that. As soon as that thought crossed your mind, your phone buzzed. You saw her texts, but ignored them. Not entirely on purpose since you couldn’t exactly type properly right now. Your eyes focused on your tablet again for several minutes before your phone going off diverted your attention. You grabbed your phone and shoved it under a pillow so that it was out of sight, then resumed your cartoons. You were soon interrupted again, however. When a string of harsh knocks on your front door scared you out of your wits. Clutching onto your blanket and stuffed cat, your heart admittedly started to race. Then a rock was thrown at your window, “y/n! Let me in! Please! I need to know if you’re okay!”

You walked up to your window and looked at her. She saw you, made eye contact and was immediately relieved. “Baby, let me inside, please!” She hollered. You backed away from the window, leaving your room and headed downstairs to open the door. When you opened up the door, there she was, standing right in front of you on the porch. You watched her face closely, a part of you was worried about her reaction to finding out you were an age regressor. Another part of you…just wanted her to hold you. The ‘bigger’ part of you that crept up, won. Worries took over your mind in the moment. You were nervous as her eyes slightly narrowed. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head. A little too honest, eh?

Her brows were knit together in concern. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

She doesn’t seem to be saying anything about your kiddy pyjamas, the fuzzy blanket draped over your shoulders or the stuffed cat in your arm. So that was a relief. Regina’s never seen this side of you though. So you didn’t exactly know what she was thinking apart from the worry about whether or not you were sick. You shut the door, took her hand and led her upstairs, for the lack of better words…you thought you’d just show her. She didn’t resist either.

“Okay. What’s going on, baby?”

“Nothing.” You managed.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked, sitting down on your bed with you.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” She answered softly, stroking your hair, “I’m just glad to see you.” You leaned into her, head resting on her chest, she naturally wrapped her arms around you.

“What ya watching?”

“Arthur.” You mumbled.

“That’s…” The blonde squinted, “Fun. Did you eat your breakfast yet?”

You shook your head. “You want something to eat?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“No.”

“Baby, you need to eat something. It’s past noon.”

You kept quiet, lisp pursed together.

“Why don’t we go check out the kitchen, huh?” She suggests, rubbing your back. You agreed with a nod, she then took you downstairs with her. You followed behind her, every step of the way. “Do you want some hashbrowns? And chicken nuggets?”

“Okay.” You gave in.

Regina has some questions, honestly but she couldn’t bring herself to ask them. She wasn’t sure if you were going to want to talk to her more than you were doing so right now. For whatever reason, Regina’s next best option was Gretchen. After putting some of those on a tray, she popped that into the oven to bake, Regina took her phone out of her pocket, glancing at you as she does. You were just staring into space, hugging that you. But at least she knew you weren’t sick or anything.

After texting Gretchen, Regina put her phone away after a brief Google search. “Baby, come here.” Regina opened up her arms. You quietly walked up to her and stayed in her embrace. “Drink some water okay?” She requested softly. You nodded, face smushed up against her chest. Regina pondered for a moment, “What cup do you wanna use?”

You broke away from the hug just enough to look at her, then you turned around and reached for a Tinkerbell plastic cup on the shelf. “Alright.” Regina carefully let go of you, rinsed your cup and went over to your fridge to fill it up with some water. “Here.”

“Thank you.” You told her shyly.

Truth be told, Regina was resisting the very strong urge to squish your cheeks. “You’re welcome, baby. Let’s go sit down?”

You nodded, still sipping on your water as she took your hand and led you over to the couch. “Do you want to watch TV?”

“No.” You put your cup down, scooting closer to Regina and snuggled up against her. She wasn’t used to this sort of physical affection, this much of it at least. Not that she actually didn’t like it, but Regina just doesn’t really show it.

“You’re okay.” She rubs your back and pressed a fleeting kiss on the top of your head. “I got you, okay? Do you want to do anything? Read? Play games?”

“Can we do colouring?” You asked, voice slightly muffled due to the position you were in.

“Yeah. You wanna do that now or later?”

“Now?”

“Okay.” She nods, you led her up to your room and pulled out two colouring books along with crayons and colour pencils. You were then laid on your stomach on the floor to colour some pages. Regina sat beside you, just watching.

“Baby, I’ll be right back. Just gotta go get our chicken nuggets and hashbrowns.”

“…kay.”

“Okay. Stay right here.” Ruffling with your hair, you laughed, she went downstairs sporting a sneaky little smile on her face. She made sure you didn’t see it, though…she wasn’t too sure why she was hiding it. You’d certainly appreciate that energy and cheerfulness right now, she just wasn’t used to being, as she says ‘soft’. Even when she was that way with you, it was subtle to the point where only you would know because the difference from her usual behaviour was so minor. Not including the obvious nickname, that is.

Regina got the food out of the oven and plated it. She found a Pocahontas plate in the cupboard and guessed that it was yours so she took that one out for you. It really only took her five minutes at most since she had to decide on the drinks too, but when she returned, you were already back in your bed. “Here you go.” She flashes a crooked smile, setting down the plate in front of you carefully.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked while poking a nugget around on your plate. It wasn’t hot so you picked it up and took a bite.

Regina’s eyes went wide, “Baby, no. I’m not mad at you. I promise.”

You barely nodded, then continued eating in silence. “Shall we put on a movie, baby?” She suggested in an attempt to get your spirits up again. Regina wasn’t sure what happened in those last few minutes, but she hated that you asked that question. She’d never be mad at you, ever. You’ve never made her mad. Regina’s heart ached a little but she quickly forgot about that and chose to be present with you. “Let's watch a movie, hm? Which one’s your favourite?” She bent down slightly to catch your gaze while dragging your iPad closer. You went into the Disney+ app and put on Princess and the Frog. “That’s a good one.” Regina fully smiled, holding onto your hand, “You wanna sit here, bubs?” She was gesturing to her lap— you saw that through the corner of your eye.

“Yeah.” You nodded eagerly.

“Yeah?” Regina chuckled, “C’mon, sit here. Let’s finish lunch then we’ll play some games, how’s that sound? Good?”

“Good.” You agreed, settling yourself in her lap. She naturally wrapped her arm around your waist, then both of you ate the rest of your lunches in silence while watching the movie. You were all smiley again, so she was relieved.

“You wanna show me how to play the game, sweetie?” She asks, rubbing your back. Lunch was done, dishes were cleaned. And you were a little…clingy. “Or do you wanna take a nap?”

With your head nuzzled in the crook of her neck, you just stayed in her lap. You didn’t say anything, but Regina saw that you were pouting and your eyes were watery. “Hey…” She kisses the top of your head, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m ‘eepyyyyy.” You whined, “But I wanna play games.”

She bites back a chuckle, “We can nap first, then we can play whatever games you want for longer, how about that? Let’s get some rest, alright? Please?”

You showed no signs of letting her go, so she doesn’t say anything and just lets you stay on her lap. You were also completely silent so she took this chance to coax you to sleep by rocking you a little and rubbing your back.

“I want ice cream.”

“Okay, baby. But later.” She reasoned, “You’re tired, and upset already. I don’t want that. I want you to be happy and rested. So please? Close your eyes? We’ll get ice cream when you wake up, okay?”

You fell asleep in her arms, she was relieved you were asleep and could now use the time to process it all. She definitely needed to have a conversation with you about it, she just had to know how and when, especially since you seemed quite worried about her reaction when she first got here. Your nap gave her approximately four hours to think and reflect, then it was about 5pm so Regina had to have a plan for dinner too. She carefully put you down on your mattress then went downstairs to check the fridge and pantry once more. Ultimately, she ordered in some pizza from a nearby place since she was a bit tired from the day. It was quite a thing to come to know of, but Gretchen was right. All that mattered in the moment was that you were happy and safe. Nothing brought a bigger smile to her face than seeing you happy. She told you this. And she’s never said it before, she’s just always kind of showed it in a way of longer hugs and lingering kisses, occasionally a gift or two, nice dinners or brunch on anniversaries and important days, oh and also pretty frequent trips out of town just because.

“Reggie?”

“Yep?” She turned around to see you standing on the stairs with that awfully adorable sleepy look on your face.

“Can I have my ice cream now?”

Regina guffaws, “Oh, you remembered?” She motioned for you to walk over to her and you did.

“Mhm.”

She opened up the freezer door, “Alrighty, then. Take your pick, baby. Vanilla or…this one?” That’d be the frozen yogurt in the form of a popsicle. You pointed to the tub of vanilla. She gave in, easily. Scooping you some into a bowl and then handed you a spoon so you could finally enjoy some of that dessert.

“Hey, I ordered pizza for dinner.” She grins.

“Yay, I love pizza.”

“Yeah, you do.” She smooches you on the cheek, “Sit down. It’ll be here soon.”

Yeah, maybe you were too worried over nothing. Regina has been great so far and there hasn’t been much doubt about it once you fully let go and let yourself do what you needed to do. Truthfully, this was your biggest secret. A part of yourself you were trying to keep away from other people because you knew some people weren’t kind. For Regina, you just didn’t want to add on to her problems. She already has to deal with chronic pain and regular PT appointments after the accident. But maybe this was a little like a blessing in disguise. It’s already happened, so you just went with it and it turned out alright after all.

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💭A/N:

This was *quite* the challenge😵‍💫(also took me longer than expected to write lol. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to my usual standard😬🤧)

[heyidkyay]

“just friends”

In truth, I was just looking through my drafts and found this sat there from agesss ago, remember it taking me a while to make when I’d been sick one week, it’s cringe but I figured I’d just post it anyway seeing as I’m never really on here anymore 🥲

Hi btw, hope you’re all good x

Summary: They’ve always claimed that they’re just friends, but to the rest of the world it has always seemed like so much more..

Over the years..

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