#gretchen babe

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Can we get a drabble for Gretchen x Reader where Gretchen is talking reader’s ear off about the new student (Cady) and reader is just staring at her beauty. Gretchen eventually notices and is all high and mighty about it “Did you even hear what I said?”

#QueenofYap

|| Gretchen Wieners x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; nothing really, just fluff and Gretchen yapping about Cady while reader simps, short ish drabble

|| Summary; when Gretchen tells reader about Cady, they don't fully listen.

Requests closed!

Started; November 21st

Finished; November 21st

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You were sure Gretchen had to be talking about something. Right? She almost always was, especially with you. Gretchen was like... the #QueenofYap. Her lips were moving so you knew she had to be saying something. You thought maybe she had said the word Cady. But you weren't 100%.

Her beauty had you captivated. The way Gretchen's lips moved, how her eyes lit up whenever she spoke to you. The faint blush forever present on her cheeks. The movements of her hands. You paid attention to it all. All expect for what she was saying.

"Cady's actually starting to remind me a lot of Reg-" She stopped and looked at you. Noticing for the first time that you, in fact, seemed totally distant. Yet like you were paying attention to her at the same time? Just not in the way Gretchen wanted you to be. She rolled her eyes and smiled, adjusting a bit to be looking right into your eyes. Your eyes met hers, but you still seemed to just stare.

Did Gretchen stop talking? You weren't sure, but you didn't care. You gave her an automatic response, something like an 'uh huh' and 'oh yeah' which sealed the deal for Gretchen. She knew you did that when you weren't really listening. But were instead distracted by something else.

"Babe?" Gretchen chuckled, her hand lightly brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear. Her touch was always light. Almost feather like. You loved it. Subconsciously leaning into her hand. When she noticed, she didn't pull her hand away. Instead cupping your cheek to give you more," you there, handsome?" Gretchen teased.

"Mhm... sounds good.." Another automatic response. Yeah, you were a goner. Gretchen laughed again and leaned forward. Keeping her hand to your cheek as she kissed you. It didn't matter to her that the two of you were in the cafeteria. With quite a few people around you. It was a free period, you and Gretchen had decided to stay at the school instead of sneaking off like you normally do.

Your lip caught up before your brain did. Moving in sync along with Gretchen's, a small hum of content leaving you. Creating a soft vibration that Gretchen just loved. She loved how responsive you were to her, the little sounds you always made. As the kiss broke, you blinked a bit. Slowly sinking back into reality. Away from your Gretchen daydreams. Though they still lingered in the back of your mind, they always did.

"There you are," Gretchen smiled when she noticed the look return to your eyes. How you seemed to be listening to her words now instead of just staring at her.

"Hi..." You murmured, a bit of a sheepish smile on your lips. Your eyes meeting hers. Gazes soft and full of love for the other.

"Hi.." Gretchen replied, hand removing from your cheek. Only to be placed on your knee instead," Did you even hear what I said?" She couldn't help but find the whole thing amusing.

"Um... no, no not really. Did you say Cady?" You asked, Gretchen smiled and nodded. Okay, maybe you were paying attention just a little. But she was sure it was only because you read her lips and didn't actually hear her.

"I was telling you about her, yeah." Gretchen kissed your forehead and you slumped your body against her. Snuggling right up to your favourite yapper.

"You can talk about her some more, I'll listen this time." You looked up at her as your head rested to your chest. She smiled and continued telling you all about Cady.

[mortifying-macaroni]

𝔒ℭ 𝔇𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔊𝔯𝔦𝔪

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

The prospect of being reduced to an underdog stripped of her freedom. She doesn't want to entertain the idea of having her agency trapped in another's clutches again. The Camarilla tried it, however they paid the price.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People with a moral high ground. She's seen her fair share of it throughout life and unlife: from the congregation her mother was a part of to kindred selling their version of idyllic behavior. People who hide behind the pristine wall of self-righteousness are usually the dirtiest scumbags who secretly want to be puppeteers over those they deem "unworthy".

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

CDs from various metal genres (Nu, goth, heavy, thrash, industrial, powermetal,..), a pack of Marlboros and a display case with her collection of daggers- all with various designs.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their vibe. Gretchen can immediately sense whether she'd have an easier or more difficult time getting along with someone. It also helps her determine how honest or fake she should be in their presence.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

On a physical scale 11. She can handle shotgun blasts, flaming arrows, getting electrocuted, crashing and falling off her motorcycle (I mean... the girl gets off to having her organs fiddled with during certain 'private times' with her Tzim boo). In short, she's tough as nails, yet refuses to label herself as a masochist.

Emotionally, she'd be a 3. Gretchen is a ticking time bomb ready to combust when pissed off. Two strikes and she'd either bottle it up and save her wrath for the right time or go straight for the jugular within a second (depending on who makes her lose her temper; either way they're going to get what's coming to them guaranteed).

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Always fight. Whenever she feels cornered then it's full throttle.

What animal represents them best?

A panther. Although Gretchen is a part of a pack, she prefers being a solitary predator. It takes away the pressure of having to ensure their safety at all times despite them being capable of holding their own. Of course, there's her fierce personality that just adds to the similarities she holds with big cats.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"There's something going on behind those eyes that gives me the chills. I can't tell whether she's pondering about the ways she could eviscerate me or if she's simply not keen on me."

Do they have any hobbies?

Playing guitar (both acoustic and electric), singing, playing video games, collecting daggers, doing nail art, taking her motorcycle "Lemmy" for a spin, honing her blood magic.

Tagged by: @kavalyera @diableriedoll Thank you, my lovelies! <3

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[sexycornenthusiast]

Maybe it's just me but I think Gretchen is kind of Chappell Roan coded. She's just a very "Do you like this beat?? I made it so you'd sleep with me :)" "I try to be the chill girl but honestly I'm not..." "I don't care that you're a stoner!" "Touchmetouchmetouchme!!!!!!!!!" type of girl. You know?

[vintage-ladiesonfilm]

Gretchen Mol as Bettie Page

[thatfandomslut]

Hands Off

Regina George x Reader

Trigger Warnings: insecurity, underage drinking, jealousy, threatening language

Word Count: 1.8k

Request:

I saw the movie a day after it came out and I have been desperate for jealous Regina x reader. Like Cady tried at the party and BOOM Regina like smothers reader with kisses. Btw thoughts on the movie?

My thoughts on Mean Girls: Initially, going into it, I was nervous due to being such a big fan of the musical and move. I loved the movie, and I think the cast is amazing. I have seen it two times in theaters, and I will be going for two more times, at least.

(Y/n) adjusted herself in the mirror, determining whether she felt confident enough for the outfit she had chosen. However, Regina's words rang through her mind: "Honestly, babe, this costume would look so hot on you." Regina didn't know that she had chosen to go as a devil, decked in red with a horn placed on her head. She went all out, even adding a touch of red, glittery eye shadow. The outfit hugged her curves in ways that she wasn't sure about yet. (Y/n) sighed before checking the time. She couldn't back out of it now. It was officially too late, and after looking at Regina's current location, she saw that the girl was three minutes from her house.

Grabbing the purse and pitchfork she bought to accompany her outfit, she made her way downstairs in order to meet Regina at the door. It also gave her an extra minute to adjust herself in a different lighting. Hearing a honk from outside, she walked outside, spotting Regina's orange jeep, the chill in the air making her wish that Regina chose a vehicle with doors. She shot a quick 'goodbye' to her parents as she made her way over to Regina's Jeep.

"Hey, baby," Regina greeted, pulling her into the passenger seat with a smirk. (Y/n) grinned as Regina kissed her deeply, and (Y/n) got so drunk on the kiss that she almost forgot about Karen and Gretchen in the back. "You took my advice on the costume. You look hot, (Y/n)."

Due to the way that Regina's eyes raked over her body as she got situated beside her girlfriend, (Y/n) began to feel hot, too. Pushing her hair behind her shoulders as the wind whipped it around, she smirked. "Thank you, angel. You look very hot yourself. I'm glad I took your advice. It seems to match your costume very well, huh?" (Y/n) traced her eyes over Regina's angel costume. There was no question when determining how amazing Regina looked. She was the hottest girl in school, and (Y/n) often wondered what she saw in her. To others, Regina might come off as abrasive or angry, but she was never that way with (Y/n). She was soft and flirty, and she was whipped. (Y/n) was, too, though. Not only was she whipped, but she was absolutely in love with Regina.

As they got to the party, the bass could already be heard from the outside, and a girl in a corn outfit had just puked off the side of the porch. The action made (Y/n) curl her nose before following Regina in, hands latched together. They tended to stick together at events like these. Not just because they were in a relationship, but because of the boys around them. "I'm going to go find Jason," Gretchen called out, separating as Karen followed her as she often did. (Y/n) didn't mind them going off together, leaving her and Regina alone as they made their way to the kitchen.

Regina began pouring drinks for her and (Y/n), passing the red solo cup to her girlfriend. "You really do look hot, baby. You should wear red more often." Regina complimented as she set her drink beside them, keeping an eye on it. Her hands fell onto (Y/n)'s hips and she leaned in to kiss her. (Y/n) wasn't one to object to a kiss from her girlfriend, allowing Regina's lips to dance on hers with ease. The base kept them at a pace as they kissed, not caring about the people around them. They were almost secluded in the little kitchen area they were in. The two would've continued to make out if it wasn't for the screams that caused them to jump apart, some of (Y/n)'s drink splashing onto the floor.

(Y/n) quickly went to clean it as Regina narrowed her eyes to see what everyone was screaming at. "Oh my God, Cady looks horrendous," Regina commented, her eyes widening as (Y/n) stood up to see what was going on. She was someone who often defended Cady due to being so new to everything in America. After all, it was evident that she was very sheltered growing up. Regina texted Gretchen, who said Aaron had invited her to the party. "Interesting… Did you know that Cady likes Aaron?" Regina personally felt that Cady was out of her league, but it was whatever Cady wanted, not her obviously.

"Really." (Y/n) said, drinking the contents in her cup before getting a refill. "I wouldn't really have expected it. I think Cady might be too pretty for Aaron of all people. I kind of thought she might like Janis since I've seen them talking a bit. Or, maybe she and Gretchen?"

Regina and (Y/n) tended to try to pair people up with each other for fun. Cady wasn't the exception to that. "Speaking of Gretchen, she's going to be upset if she sees Jason making out with that girl over there. I'm going to go break it up, but I'll be right back," Regina kissed (Y/n) before going to tell off Jason before Gretchen noticed. (Y/n) smiled at her as she walked off, grabbing her drink to keep it safe as she approached Gretchen and Cady.

"Hey, ladies," she greeted with a soft smile. Gretchen was about to respond until she watched Karen from a distance do something she wasn't supposed to. Quickly excusing herself, she ran over to the other girl leaving just Cady and (Y/n). "So, Cady, how are you enjoying North Shore so far? Find anyone you might be interested in yet?" (Y/n) just knew that there was no way that Cady had a crush on Aaron. He wasn't unattractive, Cady just was more attractive. Leaning in slightly, (Y/n) smiled widely. "You can tell me, I promise not to tell anyone. I am like a vault, you know?"

Cady blushed at her question, thankful for the abundance of makeup her mother helped her apply. However, even if (Y/n) couldn't see the blush, she saw the shy fidget. "Yes, actually, but Gretchen and Karen told me not to do anything about it. But… She is pretty cool." Cady answered, taking a small step forward. (Y/n) almost jumped up excitedly at the fact that Cady just confirmed her crush wasn't on Aaron. Now, she was thinking she was right. Cady had to like Janis if not Aaron or Gretchen. She only took Gretchen out of the equation because Cady confirmed she had told her who it was. Cady might be a brainiac when it came to math, but (Y/n) was the best matchmaker on campus.

Too bad she didn't realize that Cady was insinuating her. Sipping the alcohol in her cup, she leaned back a bit to examine Cady, trying to figure out who it was. "Oh, come on, Cady. You can't always listen to Gretchen and Karen, no matter how amazing they are. I say if you like them, you should go for it. Is this person here at the party? Do I know them?" (Y/n) glanced around, seeing Regina return from pairing Jason back up with Gretchen. This was a task she hated doing, but she knew Gretchen was head over heels for Jason for some reason.

"Yeah, she is actually, and you know her very well," Cady answered, placing a hand on (Y/n)'s wrist since her hand was full. (Y/n) was now suddenly very aware of who she was hinting at. Unfortunately for Cady, Regina was now right next to (Y/n) and kissing her deeply before sending a death glare to the girl in a black wig. (Y/n) shook off Cady's hand gently, taking a step closer to Regina who wrapped a hand around (Y/n)'s waist. Cady looked shocked, dejected, and embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have… I should go."

Regina provided a sickly sweet smile at this. "Yeah, Cady, there's no hard feeling or whatever, either. Just next time, hands off my girlfriend. I hope your night gets better." Regina said, taking one of the drinks from (Y/n), waiting for Cady to make her way away from them or out of the house. As Cady practically rushed out the door, Regina felt herself crushing the red solo cup before releasing it and replacing it.

(Y/n) didn't feel bad in the sense of Cady's feelings towards her, but seeing Cady sad made her feel bad. But it was awkward now that she had practically admitted that she had feelings for her without saying it. "Regina, I'm sorry. I didn't realize until she took my wrist that she was coming on to me." (Y/n) apologized, hoping Regina wasn't mad at her. She had never made Regina mad before, and she didn't want to.

"It's not your fault that Cady can't keep her hands to herself. What were you two talking about anyways?" Regina questioned, drinking a sip of the alcohol in her hands. She knew her mother would come to pick them up and have someone grab her vehicle in the morning, so she wasn't worried about drinking. Plus, now she needed the drink having witnessed the girl she was trying to help fit in touch with her girlfriend. She was jealous, and she didn't want anyone touching (Y/n) that way ever. "It must've been pretty good seeing as Cady felt the need to grab your wrist. It looked like she was about to kiss you."

(Y/n) finished her second drink as she ran a hand through her hair. "We were talking about how she had a crush on someone, and I was trying to get it out of her. I didn't know it was me so I said go for it, and then when she grabbed my wrist, I was like 'oh, shit.'" (Y/n) explained, hoping Regina believed her. She was telling the truth after all, and Regina was really good at reading the truth about people. Especially (Y/n), not that (Y/n) really ever lied. It was more so little white lies like 'Oh yeah, I totally didn't just take a three-hour nap, I lost my phone.'

"Okay, baby, I believe you. But if Cady ever tries that again, she won't get another chance to be a part of our group, and she will be a social outcast. I will not let her think that she can touch my girlfriend and get away with it." Regina glared at the exit as if Cady might re-enter. Regina then took (Y/n)'s hand. "But let's forget about that and her. Let's just go to my house. We can watch Halloween movies and make out if you want?"

(Y/n) smirked at the offer, nodding slightly. "You know what, you got a deal, angel. Let's do it."

[tabbedtabby]

good luck, babe! | chapter 1

regina george x reader

summary: After the Queen Bee of North Shore makes up rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing room, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You didn’t think that would mean coming to a reluctant agreement with Regina George.

a/n: if you couldn’t tell from the title, this fic is inspired by “good luck, babe!” by chappell roan. if you’ve never heard it, definitely check it out. updates will most likely be weekly. i don’t know how some of y’all have the time to update every day lol. as a general warning for the whole fic, it will contain homophobia, derogatory language, substance abuse, and unhealthy relationships. other than that thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this first chapter!!

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Entering your third year of high school, you assumed you knew everything there was to know about North Shore.

Well, at least, how to steer clear of infamy. More specifically, Regina George and her shadows that followed her around like a pair of lost dogs. You knew the trouble and attention they brought with them, a constant trail of destruction that was almost as potent as the stench of their perfume. The secret to avoiding it was as simple as straying from the limelight. You kept to your group, stayed quiet, kept your head down. Didn’t do anything wild enough to trigger Regina’s predatory instincts. You couldn’t say you were afraid of her and her group, but honestly, harassment is the last thing you need as North Shore’s token plug. It would be plain stupid to garner more attention to yourself than necessary.

But even with all of that in mind, here you are, sitting in the principal’s office with enough anger in your chest to probably strangle the man sitting in front of you. Because you didn’t even fucking do what you’re being penalized for. But guess who told Mr. Duvall that you were taking pictures of girls changing in gym? Regina George. She could make up whatever she wanted and even the authority figures at this school would treat it like it was the holy grail. You stare at him with venom in your eyes as he explains to you that you will have to be suspended. For something you didn’t even do.

Regina was in your gym class. You had heard around that she was spreading rumors about you being a lesbian, but that’s not new information to literally anyone, so you didn’t especially care. Then people started giving you disgusted looks in the hallways, calling you some really nasty names, and even some of your close female friends started to avoid you. You didn’t know why until about 10 minutes ago. Apparently, you were the last person to know about your supposed photo collection.

When Mr. Duvall finally lets you leave, you feel the rage boil up inside of you before you can stop it. You’re going to get in so much trouble at home, and for what? Because the world’s most spoiled brat decided your reputation was the one to ruin this week? Does she even realize how her rumors can affect people? Obviously not, because she does it all the fucking time.

You’re way late to lunch, but the moment you step into that cafeteria, it’s like a wild dog being released into the ring. You skip on the lunch line and head straight towards the table where you see Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners talking with wide eyes to the blonde head of hair with her back to you. Regina. You lock on like a target, not glancing at anything else surrounding you. Your hands are bunched into fists at your sides as the anger rises up in your throat like bile. How dare she? How dare she completely make up this bullshit about you, get you suspended because of it? And why hasn’t anyone actually done something about it?

You see her turn around. Two ice blue eyes look up at you. Disgusted, maybe even a little confused as she sees you approaching her table. Because no one ever dares enter her territory. She thinks she’s above that. She doesn’t look at you more than a second, though, before your hands are ripping her off the bench by the collar of her shirt.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you practically snarl, your arms already dragging her towards the wall as you slam her against it. Your hands still grip the collar of her shirt, your anger almost palpable. You hear what you think to be Gretchen scream. The cafeteria descends into chaos around you. You don’t care. The only thing you’re concerned about is what’s in front of you right now.

Regina doesn’t even look slightly bothered. In fact, she cocks an eyebrow. Her eyes seem to glow with that malice now. Your hands grip the fabric of her shirt even tighter.

“Oh, no, did I hit a nerve?” she laughs, her eyes looking you over with a newfound disgust. Like you’re simply a piece of trash a wild animal found out it could not digest and spit back up. Like you’re beneath her. You hate the woman, but it’s almost impressive how controlled she is in moments like these.

“You’re just proving me right, you know. Just admit you’re the weird freak that everyone knows you are. I can’t stand a closet lesbo.” she sneers, pushing her face close enough to yours that you can feel her breath on your face.

Something in you snaps when she says those words. Because it’s not even true, and you’re the only person who seems to believe that. The anger’s hot in your chest. Its flames seem to carry your arms as you ball your right hand into a fist.

And you punch the Queen Bee of North Shore directly in the eye.

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Your suspension was extended. Obviously.

You spend the next 2 weeks cleaning the house until your fingers peel and keeping up with your school work on your computer. People are talking about your fight with Regina all over Instagram and Regina’s acting like a total victim about the whole thing. People sending her their condolences and all that bullshit. As if she was dying and didn’t only get one punch to the face before someone pulled you off of her. It was your health teacher from last year; he seemed a little too eager to grab you and pull you off of Regina.

When you return to school, it seems people still believe those rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing rooms, because your peers are giving you the same sort of looks as before. They clear away from you when you walk past, but not in the worshipful kind of way they do for Regina. More like they’re disgusted to be around you.

Some people are impressed you stood up to her, though. You’re the first of your time. Janis ‘Imi’ike from your AP Lit class gives you a high five in the morning and you give her a big grin in return.

You see Regina in your gym class after lunch, and she looks as good as new. You’re a little disappointed. You kind of wanted to see her with that bright purple bruise on her eye that you’d seen all over Instagram. But there she was, looking like the perfectly crafted Barbie doll that she always seemed to be. Not even a stand of flawless blonde hair out of place. It made you mad. It’s like you did it all for nothing.

To your surprise, though, Regina ignores you. She doesn’t whisper to her minions while giving you dirty looks from across the room, doesn’t send them after you with a raise of her finger. It’s like you’re invisible to her. Honestly, you prefer it that way. You’re tired enough of this whole situation as it is. It’s a godsend she’s not making it worse today.

Coach Carr takes you all outside since it’s one of the last warm days until fall. You stick your Airpods in and walk the track, still keeping an eye on Regina. It’s not like her to not torment someone who got suspended because of one of her rumors. You don’t trust it at all, but she seems content with pretending you don’t exist. Since Karen and Gretchen aren’t in this class with her, Regina resorts to talking to the girls who aren’t quite Plastic, but are still high enough on the social pyramid for Regina to tolerate. You roll your eyes as they mindlessly follow her lead like a pack of lion cubs.

After a couple of minutes, you get bored and sneak off to the woods surrounding the track. Your coach wasn’t the most attentive person in the world, so it was pretty easy. You needed to smoke or you were going to go insane. You take an Airpod out and grab the cart out of your bra. Have to keep it non-suspicious.

You only plan on taking a few hits since it’s so concentrated and you still have another class after this. You come out here so much that you don’t even think about it. Until you hear a voice behind you.

“Are you smoking weed?”

Your neck nearly snaps when you whip your head around. Your heart sinks back down to your chest from your throat when you see Regina George standing there instead of Coach Carr.

“Jesus, what the fuck?” you immediately respond, your voice wavering a bit as you hadn’t even considered someone had seen you slip out. The weed had just started to hit and you could feel it amplify the fear in your chest, even though Regina wasn’t technically immediate danger. Although, your heart begins to race faster as you realize she will definitely try to get you in deeper shit because of this.

Regina begins to open her mouth before you immediately cut her off. “Before you go and tell everyone on this side of the country, everyone already knows. It’s not gonna do anything to ruin my reputation.” Your voice shakes similarly to your legs out of the pure shock of her finding you. You hate feeling cornered, but after your little tussle with her, you know how badly Regina must want to destroy you. Her eyes stare at you unflinchingly, unaffected by what you said. She looks smug enough to make you nervous. You don’t know if it’s because of the weed or your pounding chest, but it seems like minutes pass before Regina says anything else.

“What about Mr. Duvall? Does he know?” Fuck. You’re not getting out of this, are you? Your mouth begins to dry, the spit thick on your tongue as you think of a response. Your dad was already mad enough at you. You didn’t need this.

“No. But I can’t imagine it’ll go well for you if you tell him. I sell to half the school, including Karen. Everyone will be pissed if I get caught.” you respond, already feeling defeated, but you keep your tone searing. You’re taller than her; hopefully it makes you intimidating enough for her to have mercy. Regina doesn’t respond right away. All she does is raise an eyebrow, a smug smirk on one side of her mouth as you watch her consider her options. She’s flawlessly gorgeous in a way that’s enviable. But you kind of need her to not take away your source of income.

“Look, I smoke behind the baseball field every day after school. I’ll give you some for free if you just keep your damn mouth shut for once.” Your voice is almost pleading now. You wish she wasn’t so dead-set on ruining your life.

Time only gets slower as Regina’s smirk begins to widen. It’s a win-win situation for her, and she knows it.

“Fine. But you better not try to kiss me or anything.” she says slowly, spitting out the words like they’re poisonous.

You feel the relief pool in your stomach as soon as you hear those words. It must be obvious by the look on your face, because Regina laughs at you. She has that angry, disgusted sort of look in her eyes that you can’t quite figure out the reason for. It’s a shame because she’s so beautiful. Your body takes multiple seconds to keep up with your thoughts until a question crosses your mind.

“Did you follow me?” you ask, your voice a little too loud as you see her head turn back around.

“Obviously. I knew you weren’t sneaking off to do anything good,” she shoots back, the repugnant expression back on her face. She curls her lip at you before stalking off back to the track field, blonde hair flowing behind her.

How the hell did she even see you leave? Maybe you weren’t the only one paying attention to what the other was doing after your fight with her. But, why? Did she seriously think you were going to try and swing at her on your first day back?

You guess you’ll find out at 3:00P.M. behind the baseball field.

[meangirls-imagines]

Hi. Can I request a Regina imagine? High femme lesbian reader. She/her. Looks are exactly my profile picture.

Plot:

Reader overhears people spreading terrible rumours about Regina. Reader defends her and Regina eventually finds out. Just pure fluff.

Thank you!

Protective

Description: Reader is usually the level headed one of her relationship. However, she is hanging on by a thread. The thread snaps when she hears a football player talking shit about her girl.

WARNINGS: none really. pure fluff. regina being all heart eyes for reader. reader yelling at men

Y/N was on her last straw.

All week for some reason, people wouldn't stop talking shit about her girlfriend.

Regina George.

It was no secret that people disliked her girlfriend. She knew that. She knew when her and Regina first got together. People would tell her all the time, it's not like she could forget.

But this was different.

It was more constant than usual.

It was like every day there was a new rumor about her girlfriend.

"Regina is cheating on Y/N with Aaron Samuels."

"I heard Regina is pregnant with Jake's baby."

Y/N was tired of the shit talking. She was one little inconvenience from exploding. Luckily for her, it would happen soon.

Unluckily for Shane Oman, he was about to endure Hurricane Y/N.

Regina knew all the rumors about her weren't true, but it still hurt to hear them. Gretchen and Karen were working to kill all the rumors as they started but it was hard when they kept coming.

Regina had no idea how Y/N was reacting to the rumors. She hadn't seen the girl all day due to them not sharing any classes together. So she had no idea what to expect.

She was waiting for the girl in the cafeteria, foot tapping impatiently. Gretchen and Karen were with her, glaring at anyone who looked at Regina badly as they walked past. The blonde felt vulnerable. She just wanted her girlfriend here with her.

Her day just got incredibly worse when Shane Oman came up to their table.

"Hey babe, you wanna hang out later?" Regina cringed. "Shane, you know I'm gay and have a girlfriend. Leave me alone." The boy smirked and leaned closer to Regina. "Oh come on, Regina. Remember how much fun we used to have? All you need is the right guy to straighten you out."

Regina went to reply but was interrupted by someone pouring a smoothie on the boy's head. He whipped around to see a smirking Y/N standing there with an empty cup.

"Hi there, Shane. Let me go ahead and explain something to you. You're going to back away from my girlfriend, and I won't tell the entire school that you have herpes. Got me?" The boy stared at the girl with rage in his eyes.

"Try it. No one would believe you." Y/N smiled at the boy. "Sure, they won't. But, I can very easily get medical documents that say that you not only have herpes but maybe I'll throw erectile dysfunction in there. Imagine how much action you'll get after that."

Shane blushed in embarrassment and stormed off, leaving a trail of smoothie behind him.

The cafeteria was silent, all staring at Y/N in disbelief. The girl stood on the table and addressed everyone.

"Okay. Since we seem to have a gossip problem at this school, allow me to tell everyone now. If I hear a fucking peep about my girlfriend, you can go ahead and sign your fucking death wish. Everyone got it?" The cafeteria seemed to all agree and go back to their business.

Y/N smiled in satisfaction and stepped down, instantly being pulled into Regina's lap. The blonde pulled her into a kiss, causing Gretchen and Karen to squeal.

They pulled away after a minute and Regina brushed her thumb on Y/N's cheek. "Thank you baby. I really appreciate it." Y/N smiled and kissed Regina's forehead. "Anything for you baby."

Needless to say, the rumors stopped and no one messed with Regina again.

[smusherina]

bridges burnt - chapter 4 [epilogue series] (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: When an invitation to Gretchen Wieners' wedding ended up in your mailbox, you'd been sure it was a mistake. Only, it read your name in neat, swoopy calligraphy. It was addressed to you. And Regina George, whom you hadn't spoken to in years.

additional clarification: This is set in the universe of yard work, a series of mine that can be found on my page! Reading this one might be a bit challenging without the context of the series :)

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 5

You clapped along with everybody else when the bride and groom made their entrance. You kept a polite smile on your face even as Regina's hand, rested on your knee, had your blood rushing.

The couple would be making the rounds, talking to and thanking guests before speeches were given and toasts were made. Then (finally) the food would be served.

You sipped fizzy apple juice from a champagne flute, leg jittering uncontrollably as you waited for Gretchen and her husband to get to your table. Regina was doing the same, though looking remarkably calmer. Looked like it would take a while, considering the flock of relatives accosting them.

You did not pity them. Those cheek pinches looked painful.

"You gotta calm down," She eventually said, squeezing your leg.

"I can't help it. You know what Gretchen did. I don't even know why she'd- y'know- invite us."

You hoped Regina got your meaning. You'd been broken up for a long time now and it wasn't like Gretchen didn't know. When you'd moved back to town and Mrs George had gotten wind of it, she'd talked very excitedly to all the neighbours about her daughter's best ex living in town.

Gretchen's mom, part of the most pernickety HOA, a soccer mom of extreme intensity and a domineering PTA rep, of course, relayed the information to her daughter—and anybody who'd listen—when she got wind of it from someone. The network of middle-aged women was insane in the area. You digress. There was no way to know this for a fact but you could make an educated guess.

"I suspect it's because she's a heinous bitch," Regina said, casual as ever. "A vengeful, hateful, homophobic bitch."

"Careful, there's ears everywhere." Janis piped up, eyeing the room.

"You know I'm right." Regina defended, eyebrow notched.

"Obviously," Janis made a face like she couldn't believe Regina would suggest otherwise. "But, personally, I wanna get a taste of the menu before we're kicked out."

"Now, that's an idea..." Regina hummed, tapping her chin.

"What's an idea?" You asked. Regina didn't answer. "Reggie. What idea? What ideas are you getting, Regina?" Almost frantic.

"Don't worry your sweet little head about it, babe. I've got everything under control." She teased, pressing a patronizing kiss on your cheek. Your brain made computer whirring noises, blue flashing before your eyes. Rebooting.

"I don't like this," You mumbled into Regina's ear.

"Meet me in the bathroom hallway in five minutes." She whispered back, turning with a coy look in her eye.

You chugged the rest of your drink. Fuck. This was gonna be rough. Shane looked equally nervous but seemed to calm down when Aaron came by. You shook hands very awkwardly. He asked about you and Regina. You told him you were good, that she was good. Maybe your tone was a little too aggressive, leftover from your angsty teenage jealousy, because he settled to chat with his boo from then on.

Five minutes passed very slowly. You eyed your watch for the last minute of it, on the edge of your seat.

"Was nice seeing you, Aaron." You gave a quick, apologetic smile. "Best of luck." Hopefully, that sufficed as an olive branch.

"You too, man, you too," He called after you. You waved behind your back and strode towards the bathroom hallway.

There were too many goddamn guests. You navigated through the throngs of people best you could, muttering sorry and excuse me as you pushed through.

"What the fuck, girl?" You startled when Amanda took you by the cuff. She led you to a nearby wall, so very close to your destination.

"I thought you broke up?" She asked, hissing more like.

"We did. I don't know what's going on."

"Uh, tell her to back off? People are talking that there's, y'know, a very passionate lesbian couple here. Relatives from the bible belt not impressed." Amanda gave you a look, narrowed eyes and crossed arms. "Have you been lying to me?"

"No!" You denied vehemently. "It sounds crazy, I know, but she just came up to me like that."

"And why didn't you, hmm, I dunno, push her away?" Amanda's eyes turned soft. "She didn't treat you right, we discussed this."

"I didn't treat her much better, Amanda." You sighed and rubbed your forehead. "I... I can't say no to her. I- I don't want to say no."

"This isn't good for you." She said as if you didn't already know.

"Yeah. Well." You spread your arms and let them drop listlessly. "You know me, I do a lot of things not good for me."

"You're hopeless." She turned to the rest of the room. "Just remember, you're my ride home."

Your eyebrows rose.

"You sure about that?" You cast a meaningful glance towards the bar. The same guy, still being bothered by the same lady you were pretty sure, kept throwing helpless glances Amanda's way. She was gonna take that puppy home, he was so her type.

"Are you calling me a slut?" She grinned. "If all goes according to plan, I'll text you where to pick me up tomorrow morning."

"Great. Don't get murdered, yeah?" You patted her on the shoulder. "I gotta go."

"I have your back, Jay. Don't forget that."

You nodded solemnly and continued your journey towards the bathrooms. Just as you crossed into the hallway, looking left first, someone grabbed you roughly by the collar and slammed you against the wall.

"What-" You yelped but didn't get any more words out before Regina descended on you. She took you harshly, lips on yours sealed tight like she was keen on sucking the life out of you. Your body slumped against her, mouth seeking hers as she dipped her tongue in.

It was sloppy, a little gross, and loud. Had you been any other person, some innocent bystander, you probably would've been disgusted. But this was Regina George and she was kissing you. That still floored you.

Regina hadn't kissed you like this since high school. When you spent senior prom at your house, cooped up and pretending it didn't matter all the other couples got to dance and have fun while you hid. When you both got so angry that the only way to find release was in each other. When you broke up and decided you were better separate, crying in the middle of intimacy and so, so desperate.

"Keep your eyes on me, jorts." Regina breathed into your lips. You tasted her, something sweet and minty. "You can go back to your little girlfriend when we're done here."

"Huh?" You made a sound. "What girlfriend?"

"The one you were talking to just now." She trailed kisses to your ear. Your eyes fluttered, heart skipped beats. "You got multiple?"

"No, just you, uh, I mean- she's not my girl." You tried to produce full sentences with mild success. "She's here for emotional support."

"What's your relationship with her?" All these official questions while her hands were roaming under your suit jacket, feeling up your back, scratching with her nails. You shivered.

"Friends." You swallowed, panting as Regina sucked marks on your throat. There would be no hope of covering those up.

"Good," Regina said gutterally, voice almost like a growl as her leg pressed between yours. Oh god, was she going to fuck you right here?

"Now, you're gonna be real good for me and do exactly as I say." She kept touching your sides, your hips, your thighs, and you could not take much more. Her lips dizzied you, talking so low you had to strain to hear every word. Her gloss was all over you, sticky and tacky.

"Reg, what the fuck are we doing?"

"We're pretending, baby, and we're gonna sell it." Your stomach sunk. You knew this was some act but having it spelt out like this, that Regina was using you for revenge, stung. She continued:

"I will do everything in my power to ruin this wedding. I have ideas and I just need you to assist a little bit."

"Regina," You sighed and pushed her by the shoulders, lightly and gently. She went willingly, though with a pout. "You're doing it again. Revenge. This is why we broke up."

"We broke up for many reasons, jorts." She retorted, nails scratching at your tummy. You tried to hide your trembling.

"Yes, and- Regina!" She attached her lips to your pulse, where you were especially sensitive.

"Still got it," She mumbled cheekily into your skin, pressing kisses there just to torment you.

"You're horrible," You whined, hands holding onto her shoulders for dear life. Her leg hiked further up on the wall, pressing against you firmly. You kept your hips still, not daring to enter that territory somewhere so public.

You were at the end of your rope. Not much more now and all reservations would be null. You were sure you wouldn't say no if she unzipped your fly then and there.

"You know I am, baby." She squeezed your waist and sucked a hickey right on your jugular.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, voice weak.

She didn't answer for a while. Just kept touching you, feeling you, kissing you. It was driving you mad but at the same time, you were beginning to feel like the reason didn't matter.

"Good question. Just go with it, yeah?" She breathed, finally pulling away enough to look into your eyes. "You look ravished." She looked so pleased with herself, with a little smirk on her face and her eyes glinting.

"Thanks," You tried to catch your breath.

"Now, we're gonna make out until someone finds us and that'll stir up something." Regina leaned back in but you dodged her kiss, giving her your neck instead. She didn't seem to mind, teeth getting in the mix.

"Y'know there's- there are more effective ways to ruin a wedding than kissing in a secluded hallway." You pointed out.

"Maybe. But this is more fun." She pulled your shirt out of your pants, ruining the careful tuck you'd done. Her hands grabbed at your lower back, nails scraping on your flesh teasingly. She was trying to kill you, surely. You told her so.

"You're gonna kill me, Reg."

"I'd never hurt you." She whispered, sounding more sombre than you would've expected. "You're the exception."

"Why can't you make exceptions for anybody else? Gretchen doesn't deserve this or all this effort."

"Jorts, baby," She brought her lips to your ear, whispering right up against it. You bit your lip not to moan. "You deserve all the effort."

That got you thinking.

"Did I deserve it back then?" You asked, careful, a little too quiet.

Regina paused, hands resting and mouth unlatching. "Yes."

You stood there, breathing together. You were all kinds of messy, so obviously kissed stupid, but you couldn't help the sting in your eyes.

It was dramatic, you knew that, crying over a bygone high school romance. You'd been just teenagers. It shouldn't matter anymore, not at this point when you were both adults. You both had real jobs, your own homes, your own lives.

"I missed you," You said, resting your forearms on Regina's shoulders. You touched your forehead to hers.

"I missed you, too," She said back, just as quiet. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too." It felt like a weight lifted off of your chest. "What should we do?"

"How about..." Regina looked up at you through her lashes. You felt lightheaded. Her lipgloss was smeared in the sexiest way. "We get revenge on Gretchen for all the shit she did in high school, for being a homophobic bigot, and for almost getting Kylie expelled."

"Kylie? Expelled?" That surprised you. You hadn't seen Kylie since her sweet sixteenth last year, which she'd invited you to. You stopped by before any of the guests or Regina got there.

"Gretchen caught her kissing one of her younger cousins at their place. A girl. Obvi, Duvall didn't let it fly but it pretty much outed Kylie."

You took a deep breath.

"Let's give the kids kazoos. And water guns. That will ruin any wedding."

Regina laughed. "Where are we getting kazoos? And water guns?"

"I did some volunteer work as a camp counsellor this summer. There's some good stuff in my car." You got an idea then.

"We can lure raccoons into the reception hall!"

Regina cackled.

Notes: I googled "ways to ruin a wedding" and got some awesome results. Look forward to that in the next chapter!

Taglist posted seperately! If you want to be added, please comment on that post!

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My *nsfw* Meangirls head cannons no one asked for ;)

x Fem! Reader

Characters: Janis Imi’ike, Regina George, Cady Heron, Karen Shetty, Gretchen Weiners.

Janis: Wants so badly to be a top cause she’s “such a bad ass” but is really a power bottom/pillow princess. (still a badass though). She will carry that to her grave. Low key (high key) likes to act like a brat. Will try to gain control but ultimately fold the moment a hand is placed on her waist. Enjoys being treated rough but would never admit it, you could put a gun to her head and she’d just shrug. Degrading kink. Deeply appreciates affectionate aftercare. *cough* masochist *cough* Pet names for her: Love, Hun, Butterfly, Cutie Pie*to annoy her*, shortie *cause of her height not ShAwTy*

Regina: Switch leaning bottom. Has a thing for punishment (wow so surprising). Will challenge and egg her partner on just so she can get the outcome she hopes for. Pet names for her: Reggie, Princess, Darling, Love, Bitch(an inside joke that became real)

Cady: Low key switch *leaning top when paired with janis or regina cause we know*. People pleaser. Can and will use her puppy eyes to get what she wants. Pet names for her: Love, Cutie, Honey, Bee.

Karen: Pillow princess, nothing else makes sense to me. Proud of it too. Very possessive but in a cute way. *like if someone flirts with her girl she will smile then kiss her partners cheek before gushing how much she loves her* Begs all the time even during the most inappropriate times. *She would definitely try to drag her partner away mid conversation* Touch starved. Pet Names for her: Pretty Girl, Karebear, Bub, Love, Sweetie, Princess.

Gretchen: Switch leaning bottom. Also touch starved. Loses it when being held by the waist or sitting in partners lap. Her cute smile and puppy eyes makes her partner fold. Pet names for her: Bebe*wink wink*, Love, Cutie, Babes, Darling, Amor.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hi can you do a poly!plastics x fem!reader where the plastics go all out when asking reader to prom?

Will You Go To Prom With Us?

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly)

|| Warnings; light swearing, Regina being controlling, short drabble

|| Summary; the girls plan the perfect prom proposal for reader, completely surprising her with it.

Requests open!

Started; october 8th

Finished; october 9th

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Prom was very quickly approaching and you can bet your ass that the plastics were excited. They've been buzzing with ideas over the last week on how to ask you to prom. Of course you've already been dating the three girls, but they still wanted to do some special ask. Karen was the one who kept giving the most ideas and at random times too.

The three would be in the school bathroom just doing their makeup together and she would say something like," oh! oh! Space!"

Regina stared at Karen in confusion," space?"

"For prom!!" Karen smiled, Gretchen glanced at Regina and Regina rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, next." She'd dismiss the idea. Like she did every idea. She wanted it to be absolutely perfect. It just had to be.

It took them a few more days but they managed to get everything together perfectly. Regina was sure you would like this. You just had to. There was no doubt in her mind that you wouldn't say yes.

When everything was setup at Regina's place, all they had to do was get you there. Gretchen took out her phone and gave you a call, glancing at Karen with a massive smile on her face.

"Hey, Gretchen!" You answered the phone and she seemed to just smile more.

"Babe! Wanna come to dinner? We're all meeting at Regina's soon," Gretchen explained.

You definitely liked the sound of that, it's been a hot minute since you and your girlfriends had the time to all go out together. They've been super busy the last week or so, though you weren't sure why. "Yeah! I'd love that. I'll meet you there soon, just let me get ready."

You'd spend the next hour or so getting ready, making sure you had the absolute perfect outfit. Wanting your girls to see you at your best. You did some light makeup, which is mainly what took up most of your time. When you were finally satisfied, you took a picture of yourself in your mirror then zoomed in. Doing some last minute checks to make sure it wasn't messed up anywhere or you didn't miss anything.

Once you were completely and 100% satisfied, you went to Regina's. She didn't live too far from you so you were able to just walk there. Upon getting there, you went inside and looked around for your girls. The house seemed dim, only lit by candle lights. Part of you wondered if Ms George was home and trying some new weird trend. She always seemed to have something going on. You decided to head upstairs to Regina's room, but didn't find them there until some lights in the backyard caught your eye. Maybe they're back there?

Going back downstairs, you made your way to the backyard. Reaching the back door you looked down and noticed a trail of rose petals and candles lined carefully along it. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on.

You opened the door and followed the path all the way to the back of Regina's lawn where a table had been setup with a red silk cloth and even more roses and candles in the middle of it.

The girls walked over, each holding a sign. Karen's read 'Will you go' Gretchen's said 'to prom' and Regina's said 'with us?'

Altogether; 'Will you go to prom with us?'

It took a moment for it to sink in what was happening. They were asking you to prom. You smiled from ear to ear and quickly nodded," yes! 1000 times yes!"

They seemed relieved and Karen was the first to break way from the sign holding, running over to you and kissing you deeply. You held the taller girl close to you, smiling as you kissed her back with arms wrapped around her waist.

As the kiss broke, Karen grinned. Looking at you as though you had hung the stars for her," she said yes!!!" She looked back at your other girlfriends, Gretchen laughed and smiled. Running over to join the two of you and giving you a kiss too.

"Of course she said yes, Karen." Regina rolled her eyes but walked over, taking the signs from the others and setting them down before giving you a kiss after Gretchen," do you like it?" She asked, her tone quiet as she glanced at their setup.

You nodded assuringly as you cupped her cheek," yes, baby. It's perfect."

Regina relaxed further. She'd been more on edge about this then she cared to admit, she knew you would have said yes. That wasn't her concern. Her worries were in if they had done this romantically enough. If you would have liked it. This was for prom, after all.

Once the girls got all settled together, Ms George brought out their dinner and handed it to them with a smile.

"How'd it go, ladies?" She asked, looking around the table.

"She said yes!!" Karen smiled, still beaming.

Ms George looked to you with a soft gaze that you couldn't quite read, then the rest of you again," I'll be inside if you need anything. Enjoy your evening, girls."

With that she walked back in, letting the four of you enjoy your evening together under the stars and candle light.

[harlowsbby]

Questions

Summary, just asking Jack a bunch of silly and random questions out of boredom.

Even though it was a cool and breezy day outside Jack and You decided it was best to spend a day indoors with one another instead of being outside.

The two of you were currently on the couch together wrapped up in one another when a question that you needed an answer to crossed your mind.

“Jack.” You spoke and watched as he turned down the tv slightly so he’d be able to hear you better.

“Yes babe?” He asked you and turned his head to look at you, a small smile formed on his face to which you returned.

“I have a question to ask you and it’s important.” Now the question wasn’t exactly that important but it was important to you and you needed answers.

“What is it babe? I’m all ears”. He smiled and gave you his full and undivided attention. You smirked and bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“If you had the chance to save me or save Urban from drowning who would you save and why?” You asked him.

Jack was puzzled for a second because he didn’t expect for you to say something as blunt and wild as that out of nowhere.

“Wait are you being serious? Like you really want an answer to this babe I just paused the movie for this.” He shook his head at you. “How many times have you watched mean girls?” You asked him.

“Enough to know it word by word.” You huffed. “Enough to know that ex-boyfriends are off limits to friends. That’s just like the rules of feminism.”He tried mimicking Gretchen Wieners in this high squeaky tone.

“My point exactly so answer my question.” You demanded.

“Would you save me.” You pointed to yourself. “Or would you save Urban.” You bit your lip and watched him intensely as he gave it a few minutes to think about.

“Honestly, I’d have to weight out my options here.” Jack admitted and you gasped. “Oh so all I am to you is an option? That’s good to know wish I would’ve known sooner.” You faked acted like you were hurt.

He smacked his lips and shook his head at you. “Come on babe you know what I mean like the pros and cons of either saving you and not saving Urban or saving Urban and not saving you.”

“I’m your fucking girlfriend I should be above all your little friends.” You spat and Jack chuckled. “Uh oh is someone getting jealous?” He teased.

“No, just tell me your little pros and cons list.” You admitted. He brought his hand up to his chin and started playing with his beard.

“Well the pros in saving Urban would be I’d still have my best friend and best photographer here, I’d still have my eating buddy, I’d still have my right hand man.” You rolled your eyes.

“And the cons would be well nothing Urban’s the best.” He confessed with a wide smile. “Okay so do me.”

He sighed dramatically. “Honestly babe I wouldn’t bother saving you.” Your jaw practically dropped to the floor as Jack doubled over in laughter.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding hey stop hitting me!” He laughed as he attempted to curl up into a ball to dodge your hits. “Be serious Jack!” You whined.

“Okay, okay so the pros with dating you would be I’d still have my girl, I’d still have you around to cook for me.” You raised your hand to smack him again but he quickly stated that he was joking.

“Honestly baby I could never pick between picking you or Urban the two of you both mean a lot to me and I’d be an emotional reck knowing the two of you are no longer living on this earth.”

You sniffed and rubbed your eyes as you turned from Jack. “Babe?” He said unsurely as you removed yourself from his grasp.

“You good?” He laughed. “I’m good I just I love you so much.” You cried out and flung yourself into his arms making him coo and laugh.

“You’re so silly you know that?” He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head and rubbed small circles on your back. “But you know you love me.” You admitted and removed your head from the crook of his neck, looking up at him.

“That I do.” He grinned. “But I do have a question of my own.” He asked.

“And what’s that?” You paused waiting for his question. “Who’s the best rapper me or Drake?” You sighed. “Drake.”

He gasped and put his hand over heart as if it was aching you laughed and escaped from his embrace. “Is that so? You know what when I catch you ima tickle you till you admit I’m the best rapper!” He yelled and quickly chased after you.

You were a squealing and laughing mess the two of you for a good few minutes till he eventually caught you.

(I know this isn’t much but I promise the next concept will be better! 😭💗)

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hey, feel free to ignore this if you don’t write for her, but we are STARVED for Gretchen Weiners x Fem!reader on this app, so if you have any ideas that’d be great

✧ Zipper

Gretchen Wieners x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language

In which reader has a favourite hoodie, and its zipper doesn’t work properly anymore. Gretchen is curious, but never asks why reader has refused to get a new hoodie.

Your eyes were searching for Gretchen’s car in the mess of students, teachers and their vehicles once school let out. Everybody was rushing to leave school grounds, considering that it was now officially Fall Break. She’d came to pick you up, yeah. You went to a different school, but even then the both of you have been dating for almost two years now. You were in the same middle school together though, so yes, you did know the incident between Janis and Regina. You saw the kiss with your own eyes, you saw the aftermath unfolding into a shitshow of a mess. You saw Janis get relentlessly bullied and you’ve never been able to look Regina in the eye without feeling an immense amount of anger ever since.

So, lucky for Regina, you were not in North Shore High.

Finally, you see her car pull up at the pickup point, so you walk towards it quickly. “Hey!”

“Hi, babe.” She smiled, leaning over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, “Let’s go for lunch, I’m excited.”

You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement. “Me too.”

“Anywhere you have in mind, mamita?” She asks.

“Uh, no, actually. Why don’t you pick?” You suggested.

“Okay!” Gretchen smiled brightly.

And so you and Gretchen wound up at a nearby pizza place to get takeout, then were on the road again to get to a park. Once there, she popped open the trunk and urged you to sit with her there.

“Oh, a picnic.” You chuckled.

“Yep.” She nodded, opening the pizza box and offering you a slice.

You asked, taking a bite of the pepperoni pizza, “Do you remember the last time we did this?”

“Of course, we were on our first date. Well, official first date. Before that was um, G ditching us at the coffee shop by making up a lame excuse.”

Gretchen laughed, “We were so awkward.”

“Well, I was. I could barely get my words out and talk to you.” You bit back a laugh, taking another bite of the pizza.

“I mean…look at us now.” Gretchen beamed, “You want something to drink?”

“Ooh, yes please.” You nodded eagerly.

“Dr. Pepper or Ginger Ale?”

Both were your favourites.

“Ginger Ale.” You took that can from her, “Thank you.”

“Of course. Cheers.” Gretchen cracked open the can of Dr. Pepper and took a swig. You finished off the slice, swirling the can in your hand while your free hand played with the strings of the hoodie you had on.

“Hey, babe, I’ve got a question.” She said, covering her mouth with a hand since she was chewing her food.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“I’m curious. Why do you always wear this hoodie? The zipper’s broken.”

“Oh.” You chuckled, “Um, my- it was my Dad’s. I’d always wear it so it kind of became mine. He um, passed away freshman year of high school in a hit and run. So I just— didn’t want to get rid of it yet. It still works fine, I just can’t zip it up, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Gretchen’s face fell and her heart clenched, “I’m sorry, I—”

“Gretchen.” You chuckled, “I’m fine, I mean, I miss and all. But I’m okay, you know? I can talk about him. Actually— you said Regina dug up shit on me…not in these exact words— awhile ago, no? This didn’t come up?”

“No.” Gretchen shook her head, “All she had were school photos.” She was a little annoyed though, at the mention of the blonde.

“She must know I’m like— not rich.” You scoff, “I’m not gonna be surprised. But I really don’t want you to stay friends with her because you’re scared.”

“I actually did talk to her about y’know, cutting off our friendship, but she was crazy high on pain meds and all giggly. I don’t know if she remembers but that was a week ago— I told you that, and um, the next day I was sitting with Karen at lunch and Regina just sat down at our table but she was…nicer than usual. Like, actually, she didn’t say anything mean about other students, or to us.”

You nodded, “That’s…amazing.”

“Yeah, she might be starting to change for good now.” Gretchen shrugged.

“Hope so. It’s long overdue.”

Gretchen hums in agreement, “But in the meantime, she did bring us together, so that’s one good thing from her.”

“Good point.” You laughed, “Hey, should we watch a movie tonight?”

“Ooh. Why not?”

“You wanna spend the night at mine?”

Gretchen grinned, “You know I would never say no to that.” You laid your head on her shoulder, “Getting to spend more time with you is great.”

“Yeah, I wish we went to the same school, honestly.”

“Maybe college.” You pointed out.

“Yup. We’ll never know what might happen after all, the future’s still undecided. Hasn’t happened yet.”

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[frogs00]

Punishment and Pleasure

Summary: Janis teases Regina all week and Regina gets her revenge. (Brat!Sub!Janis & Dom!Regina)

Warnings: Smut – Rough sex, punishment/spanking (Janis receiving), Oral/Face-sitting (Regina Receiving), Strap-on, degradation & praise, & Marking, (Janis receiving)

Pairings: Regina + Janis

Regina was nervous.

She could admit that going out in public with her girlfriend, none other than Janis Imi’ike, always made her nervous. She was really pretty, there was that, but also the lingering stares from high school burned into her back. She still feared being judged and hated, who wouldn’t?

When she came out, admittedly it went better than she planned but that was probably because of her un-dying status of queen, even in college.

But this time was different. Why? Because she was going on a double date with Karen and Gretchen, they were together now, she was overjoyed for them. In all honesty, she should’ve guessed sooner, the attraction between them was obvious.

Also, Jains had been teasing her all week, but giving her nothing. Regina was stressed enough with all her work, but her girlfriend would wear a revealing outfit, much more revealing than the brunette would usually ever consider wearing, which was odd by itself. Not only that but their kisses would linger far too long to not be teasing. The blonde could tell she was planning something, getting her riled up all week.

In her opinion, she was being a brat. Still, she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t like it…

She hadn’t realized she was biting her lip till she felt a pain, she licked them only for her mouth to be flooded with a metallic taste. She sighed, eyes continuing to browse through her rack of clothes. Just as she picked up a dress and held it to her torso, Janis walked in.

“Hey, babe,” Janis chirped, walking up and hugging her from behind, setting her chin on her shoulder and letting her eyes roam over her figure, “Excited for tonight?”

“I guess.” Regina rolled her eyes playfully. Janis chortled at the blonde’s faux annoyed tone, letting her hand drag up and down her sides, Regina’s breath hitched, the taller girl’s mind flooding with indecent images, but she quickly pushed them away. Regina could be patient, she’d have her way with her eventually…

She didn’t have time to shower right now, though, “Anyways,” she turned, Janis’s hand leaving her body in the process, “ What are you wearing Oh and what do you think of this?”

She held up the sparkly blue dress, Janis took the fabric in her hands, then nodded appreciatively, dropping it so it hung loosely in her hand, “It’s gorgeous. You know I think you’d look good in anything,” Janis smirked, watching as Regina hung it back up, “Or nothing.” she took a step forward, her soft hands hovering over her hips, Regina’s hands shot out before she could make contact.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Regina tutted, eyes narrowing as she brought the smaller girl’s wrists up above her head, leaning forward to whisper, “Not now.” she released her wrist with a light shove. Leaving a flustered Janis to collect herself and Regina to hum happily as she pulled out another option. Which only took a moment. God, this girl didn’t know when to stop.

Janis nodded slowly, her cheeky smirk slowly reappearing, “Mhm, of course,” Was all Janis said before smacking her on the rear and then running away.

Regina squawked, “Hey-” She cut off, huffing, now flustered herself, “Damn this girl.” She mumbled, suddenly missing the feeling of her hands on her body.

She blinked Rabidly to clear her mind. Settling on the dress, it was gorgeous.

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Regina entered the restaurant, quickly spotting Karen and Gretchen. Janis was on her arm, in a simple dress shirt and slacks, she looked gorgeous, of course.

The couple waved the two over, and they greeted one another with bright smiles. They sat and chattered. Karen was gushing over the fact that Gretchen had gotten ~`` while Gretchen blushed, but Regina was having difficulty focusing with Janis’s hand resting on her thigh, her thumb rubbing teasing circles on her leg.

“Anyways, what’s up with you, Regina?” Gretchen asked, tilting her head curiously.

Regina snapped to attention clearing her throat, “Oh…You know…” she trailed off, shooting a glare at Janis who just looked innocently at her despite her hand which had just slipped under the edge of her dress.

“Yeah, what IS up with you, babe?” Janis smiled cheekily, batting her eyes.

Regina’s hand shot out under the table and grabbed Janis’s hand in a vice-like grip, making Janis wince as she twisted it. Regina smirked, then casually turned to Gretchen who was now appropriately giving them a funny look.

“Nothing much,” Regina answered smoothly, releasing Janis’s wrist and giving her a warning look.

They continued to chat until the waitress arrived and asked for their orders. Janis had that same mischievous glint in her eyes as she gave her order. Her voice was low and she held eye contact with the woman, practically giving her puppy dog eyes. Janis gleaned at Regina to make sure she saw what she was doing.

Was she…Fliriting?! How dare she.

Regina gritted her teeth, inhaling sharply. Once the waitress left Regina quickly leaned forward to whisper in Janis’s ear, “I swear to god you’re playing with fire. Stop it.”

Janis let out a chuckle, then pulled back a bit, “I like fire, remember?”

And that was the end of the conversation. Regina took a calming breath, glancing once more at Janis to see her acting normal once more, hands folded under her chin, talking about some professor she hated. Regina for one was too busy thinking about all the ways she’d make Janis pay for pushing her buttons one too many times this past week.

After the food arrived, and Regina snatched the waitress’s number from a napkin she attempted to hand Janis, they ate.

Regina was motivated to bring this little get-together to an end, “Well, this has been fun,” Regina cleared her throat, standing up and digging through her purse, “Me and Janis must get going.”

Janis faux pouted, “Aww, babe, why not stay for a drink?” Janis was staring up at her with those same eyes she gave the waitress, but an undercurrent of mischief that made the blonde want to grab her by her collar and pull her in for a bruising kiss.

She would, but she’d do much more than that.

“We’ll pass.” Regina grabbed Janis by the arm and pulled her up, Janis huffed, obviously irritated she didn’t get her way, but agreed.

“Bye Regina, Bye Janis!” Karen and Gretchen synced, and Regina put down the money for their half of a meal. She didn’t bother leaving a tip. How dare that waitress come onto an obviously taken girl. Janis was hers. And boy would she show it to her tonight.

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The whole ride back in the cab Janis was pretty smug, quiet, but smug. She managed to push Regina’s buttons and the blonde could tell she was proud of herself.

She wouldn’t be for long.

There was a tense silence as Regina fumbled with the keys. She was fuming. As soon as the lock clicked open, she swung open the door. The blonde grabbed Janis by the arm and tossed her into their shared apartment. Janis stumbled and Regina saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, but it faded and Janis let out a laugh.

“Hey, babe, what's got you all worked up?” Janis asked cockily.

Regina grabbed her jaw harshly and growled, “You know damn well what has got me worked up! You brat.”

Janis grinned despite her position and simply gazed up at her for a while, as if she was enjoying the view. After a few tense seconds of silence, her voice, laced with faux innocents, uttered, “I don’t. Maybe you’re just jealous and desperate.”

“Watch your mouth.” Regina warned, eyes narrowing to slits.

“You watch it, I can’t see it from here.” That did it, Regina grabbed Janis by the waist and shoved her up against the wall, the smaller girl holding herself up against it by her arms so her face didn’t become squished against the wall.

“Say that again.” Regina dared her, voice low and almost threatening. Janis whimpered, and she smirked, "What a fucking thought."

She released her, and Jnais stood up straight and turned to her, Regina pulled her closer by the hip, suddenly slamming her lips onto hers, then pulling back, "What's the safeword?"

"Mango," Janis replied rather quickly.

"Good girl." At that phrase Regina got the privilege of watching the previously cocky girl's cheek flush, but not for long because god did Regina want her hands on her... and mouth. She kissed her again, and quickly stumbled into their bedroom.

As soon as Janis's knees hit the bed they tumbled onto the bed together, Regina straddled Janis, watching the girl beneath her with a smugness that she never would shake.

Her breath was hot on her neck as she leaned in close, her voice low and dangerous, "I should punish you for being such a little brat." she whispered, her lips brushing against the smaller girl's ear.

Janis let out a soft, barely audible moan, Regina paused, a flicker of surprise assigned her features before she smirked, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Regina taunted, testing the water, she felt Janis squirm, and she pulled back to see her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

She waited patiently for Janis's answer, sliding downwards and off her, running her hands down her ribs, and her sides, then squeezing her hips possessively. A shiver ran through Janis's body, she was torn between her pride and desperately wanting that.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" she purred, hands sliding down to skim over Janis's clothed thigh.

Janis whined and shifted, she chuckled, "Use your words, sweet girl." she thrummed her hand against her thigh.

"Please..." Janis trailed off, the words caught in her throat.

"Please, what? Please punish you? Fuck you?" she mocked, pulling off the girl's top and marveling at the view, "I should've guessed you'd be a pain slut." Regina's blue eyes were dark with want, she pulled off the brunette's pants, tossing them aside.

"Shut up," Janis grumbled, Regina paused, eyes narrowing, then smacked her side. Hard. Janis yelped.

"Wanna repeat that?" Regina growled.

Janis opened her mouth to speak and Regina hissed, "Wrong answer." suddenly, the blonde manhandled her so she was lying on her stomach.

Regina yanked her hair back, making the bronzed-skinned girl's head tilt uncomfortably, "Here's what we're going to do, you're gonna take your punishment, then I'm using this pretty mouth of yours for something better than talking," she paused, leaning in as if she was going to tell her a secret, "then I'm going to rail you into this mattress, understand?"

Janis nodded weakly, and Regina smiled. She was finally listening.

Her hand came down hard on her ass in a sharp slap. "Now, hold still," she commanded, punctuating each word with another stinging swat.

After several punishing smacks, she finally stopped, rubbing her palm over the reddened skin of her rear. "Good girl," she cooed, her tone suddenly sweet.

"Roll over, baby." She order, Janis did so slowly, Regina cupped her face, studying her, "Checking in."

"Green." Janis responded, leaning in for a kiss, which Regina allowed instantly.

Once she pulled away, She quickly stripped, pulling off her dress, whit Janis's help, and let it crumple to the floor.

Regina the pushed her down onto her back, grinning, the heat that has built up between her thighs was nearly unbearable.

She straddled her chest, Janis looked like she'd go feral if she didn't taste the blonde now.

She smirked, and straddled your face, her dripping cunt, hovering inches above her mouth. Without warning, Regina lowered herself onto her eager tongue, grinding her hips against the smaller girl's face as she rode her mouth.

Her juices coated Janis's lips and chin as she used the brunette for her pleasure, her breathy moans filling the room.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," she gasped, reaching down to tangle her fingers in her hair. Janis, doing her part, moaned in her cunt, the vibrations slowly bringing her to the edge combined with all the other stimulation.

Regina's grip tightened in her hair as she rode her face harder, chasing her impending orgasm. Her thighs clenched around the petite girls head as she reached her climax, body shaking from the intense orgasm.

The blonde then climbed off, letting Janis breath. She smirked as she took in her face; flushed and dripping, her girlfriend's ample cheat rising and falling as she caught her breath.

Once Regina recovered from her orgasm, she slid off the bed, a delicious ache in her legs. She stretched, moaning softly and glancing at Janis who was still just laying on the bed, having wiped her chin and now having a smug expression on her face that she couldn't wait to wipe off.

She quickly retrieved something from the nightstand drawer - a strap-on.

She smirked as she strapped the harness around her waist, the dildo jutting from her crotch. "I think it's time for the main event," Regina purred, crawling back onto the bed and settling between Janis's spread legs.

"Really I would've guessed you fucking yourself onto my face was the main event." Janis grinned, and Regina was rather quick to correct.

"You better stop that attitude now or I might change my mind and not let you come, hm?" Regina threatened and Janis whimpered and nodded, "Good."

She teased the tip of the dildo along her slick folds, gathering her arousal before pressing it against her entrance.

"Brace yourself, baby. I'm gonna fucking wreck you." With that promise, she began to push the silicone member inside her, stretching her open as she buried it deep in her core.

Regina set a relentless pace, pounding into her willing body with brutal force, determined to make good on her word and ruin her completely. If only for tonight.

She leaned down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing Janis's moans as she continued her relentless assault on her pussy. "You love this, don't you, slut?" Regina panted against her mouth. "Love having your girlfriend fucking you senseless..."

If Janis had the ability to argue against the degradation, she would, but she could hardly think, hips grinding along with her thrusts. She had slid down to rub her clit but Regina stopped her.

"Nope, you don't get to touch yourself." Regina growled, feeling her own pleasure build once again since she was so sensitive, but she determined to make Janis come first.

Which she did, Janis's first orgasm came abruptly, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Regina-" she cut off in a long moan. Regina's own orgasm crashed over her but the adrenaline one, she kept pushing, not giving herself or her girlfriend a moment to recover.

She leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between her teeth and biting down just hard enough to ride the line between pleasure and pain. Her free hand tangled in her hair, yanking your head back to expose her throat to her hungry mouth.

Regina's teeth and tongue left a trail of marks across Janis's sensitive skin as she continued to pound into her mercilessly, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. She could feel her body tensing, knowing she were close to the edge once more.

Janis's nails dug painfully in her back, she cried out again then went limp. Regina slowly pulled out, smiling down almost sadistically at the ruined girl before she snapped out of it. She quickly went into Aftercare mode, kissing her softly and cooking praises.

"You're okay, good job, sweetie." She cupped her face, peppering kisses along her face, Janis was still catching her breath, eyes fluttering shut and preening under the praise.

After awhile of Regina holding her, she spoke, "Anything hurt?"

"Duh, but not bad. I'm good." She murmured sleepily, Regina chuckled, caressing her back tenderly.

"Want to shower?" Regina asked, Janis shook her head.

"Sleepy," She mumbled, letting out a yawn. Her body exhausted and sore but sated.

"Okay baby, I love you." She whispered, pulling the covers over her lover.

"I love you too," Was the last thing Janis said and the last thing Regina heard as she passed out.

A/N: Had to repost it because I'm a dumb fuck... Anyways.

[thatfandomslut]

Puppy Love

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: there is so much fluff in here that it's crazy, also a puppy is in here so prepare your hearts for a lot of love

Request:

Can I request a Regina George x Fem!reader for Renee rapp? Please anything I'm like in a dry desert with no water, please feed the homosexuals. Thanks so much!

Mean Girls requests are open.

Regina narrowed her eyes at the puppy that was taking (Y/n)'s attention. It was a golden retriever puppy that (Y/n) named Apollo. He was cute, and Regina could admit that. However, it sucked (Y/n)'s attention away entirely from her and to this dog. Regina knew this jealousy was petty and dumb, but Apollo was becoming a problem for Regina. For example, just moments before now, she and (Y/n) had been making out, but when Apollo came crying to the door, scratching on it, (Y/n) was up in seconds. Now, instead of (Y/n) holding her close, she was cradling a puppy who would never truly appreciate her.

"Wait," Cady said, formulating everything Regina was telling the group. (Y/n) hadn't joined them yet because she was too busy showing one of their classmates pictures she had taken of Apollo. "So, let me get this straight. You are jealous of Apollo? Her incredibly adorable golden retriever puppy? I'm not sure I understand why."

Regina's eyes narrowed at Cady when she said this, causing Cady's eyes to look anywhere but towards Regina. Even if the clique system had officially been brought down by the exposure of the Burn Book, Regina was scary. "You don't understand, Cady. I have lost a lot of make-out time because he will come pawing at the door. When we study at her place, it turns into a session where I study and she plays with Apollo. He's not even that cute." Regina stuck up her nose, knowing what she was saying was out of anger. She knew that Apollo was incredibly cute, and at first, so were all of (Y/n)'s interactions with him.

(Y/n) approached the group with a wide smile on her face, kissing Regina's cheek as she sat down. "Hey, everyone," she greeted, not catching on to how everyone but Regina avoided her eye. A tell-tell sign that they were talking about her, but (Y/n) was absolutely oblivious. "Does anyone want to see this video I got of Apollo at his puppy training class yesterday? The teacher said he was her best student. She said he was 'paw-some.'" (Y/n) said with a bright smile, not noticing Regina roll her eyes. Cady was the first to look over, excited to see Apollo, Karen followed, and then the rest of the group was awe-ing over how cute Apollo was. Regina was seething.

"Are you still coming over, princess?" (Y/n) looked over at Regina with a smile, but it quickly dropped when she saw Regina's expression. She looked sour as she stared at her now cold cheese fries in front of her. (Y/n) was trying to figure out if she had that same expression when she sat down earlier, or if she had just missed it. She was hoping that whatever it was, Regina wasn't mad at her. "Hey, Regina, what's wrong, babe? You look upset about something. Is there anything I can help with?"

Regina resisted the urge to say anything that she might regret late. Instead, she kissed (Y/n) with a soft smile. "No, love, just thinking. I'll definitely get over it though. Yes, I will see you later today." Regina promised, and the group looked around at each other quietly. The bell rang, and the group split up. Regina had dropped (Y/n) off at her class, and then she went with Gretchen to their shared math class. "I should've said, the problem is she loves her dog more than me," Regina grumbled to Gretchen, who decided it was best to say nothing. She didn't want to contribute to Regina's anger.

After school, (Y/n) was playing with Regina's hair when she heard the familiar pawing at her door. "There's Apollo, I'm going to let him in." (Y/n) kissed her girlfriend before letting the puppy in. "I'm going to use the bathroom fast, too. Do you think you can watch him?" (Y/n) questioned as she brought the dog over to Regina. The puppy squirmed excitedly as he was placed in front of Regina, running up to her and licking her on the face. (Y/n) patted his head before taking her momentary leave.

"Stop it, stop it," Regina held Apollo away from her as she examined him with a sneer. Letting out a little bark, he attempted to lick Regina again, even if he was at a far distance. Regina didn't realize at first that she smiled at that, but when she did; she looked around quickly to make sure nobody witnessed it. She let go of Apollo and the puppy came bounding over to her, curling up to her side as he allowed her to scratch behind his ear. "Okay, I think I'm starting to get it now… You are kind of cute, I guess."

(Y/n) grinned when she came back to the room, happy to see Regina finally warming up to her puppy. She knew she was struggling to share the attention when she came over, but puppies need a lot of attention, too. "Look at these two cuties," she took a picture before lying beside Regina, Apollo resting in the middle. "I'm glad you seem to like him. I thought you couldn't stand him. I was beginning to get worried you might be jealous of him or something." (Y/n) said, addressing how she would never want to make Regina feel that way,

Regina shook her head, hiding the lie between her teeth. "What, no? I was never jealous of Apollo, He's a cute puppy." Regina said simply, hoping she didn't give herself away too easily.

Her comment made (Y/n)'s brow raise, but she said nothing, not wanting to accuse Regina of not telling the truth. Instead, she planted a kiss on Regina's lips. "And you are my cute girlfriend. I love that you love Apollo." (Y/n) said happily, snuggling Regina and Apollo. She couldn't wait to make that picture of Regina snuggled up to Apollo her screensaver later.

[mickeytheticklee]

MICKEYY YOUR TICKLE FICS ARE SO ADDICTIVE OMG. AND SINCE BOTH OF US ARE IN A RENEÉ RAPP ERA RN?! I BEG IF UR GONNA BE ACTIVE WRITE FOR LER!REGINA AND LEE!Y/N (THAT FIC MADE ME BLUSH SO MUCH😭😭)

I have been summoned for more fics (not rlly I'm bored)

You're like in love with me

Pairing: Ler!Regina George x Lee!Reader

Summary: Regina is randomly in a lee mood while being on her period

Warning: Tickles, mouth tickles, Regina being soft and clingy, my bad writing I should add

An: Anyone who's reading this deserves to be tickled by a mean girl who's secretly a soft lee

You play well to the act of people thinking you're the one obsessed with Regina. Behind closed doors it's another story.

It was a late Friday night. You two were bundled up in her thick sheets, watching cartoons during the night hour. Regina wasn't really into cartoons, she rather watch and disect any Real Housewives series, seeing which Housewife she can relate to. She said yes only for you, only because she had a habit of never saying no to you. She can say no to anyone if they were caught using her stuff, even Gretchen. Yet you ask and all she does is roll her eyes and say fine.

Regina was going to have a night out with her friends, partying and seeing which high school football player she might snatch next. But unexpectedly she started her period, so those plans were immediately thrown out the window. Regina isolates herself on her period, she rather eat spiders than let everyone see her in baggy sweats and no makeup. You knew she looked beautiful even on her rough days, you made sure to text her that whenever her self esteem was declining. Which explains why she'd invite her tonight, being vulnerable enough to snuggle next to her, caressing her hair after buying her chocolates and fixing up a cup of tea.

Regina was resting your head on your lap, her hand fitting perfectly under your shirt for warmth. Your lee demeanor was off so it didn't tickle. Although you wish it did by how pointy her nails were and how close it was pointing your skin. You ignored any tickle thoughts you had for tonight, knowing it wasn't right with Regina physically being in pain from the period cramps. She got up, immediately you were in your overprotective mode, asking if she needed anything or if her cramps were coming back.

“Babe what's wrong? Do you need your heating pad?", You ask, holding her waist in making sure she sits back down. She whines, which is the first. You thought Regina might be groggy from the tea or from the boring cartoons. Thinking it was her becoming tired she gets closer to your face, giving it tiny pecks until she reaches your neck. She straddles your waist, kissing your neck until you give in to the ticklish sensations. You were holding yourself together with how tense your body became. You let out a few respectable snickers, but those quickly turn into giggles by how her fingers started scribbling around your side.

“Babe let go- hehhehhHAHAHAHAHA!!", Even on her period she was strong, trapping you in her arms with side and back scribbles while still kissing your ticklish neck. You push away, not too much since you were secretly loving her tickles. But you needed her to stop so she can focus on resting.

“I'm serious babe you need to get some rest and try not to move so much."

“But I wanna give you tickles.", Regina says, her voice softening. It wasn't rare to see Regina in her clingy side. When she's on her period it's like a different persona overtakes her mean girl complex. Of course she's needy with you now but during these times she wants extra attention and extra love. Both you didn't mind, despite her barely being affectionate the height difference makes the hugs ten times bettee. But you've never seen her this clingy to where she's begging to tickle you.

“You can tickle me once you feel better.", You say but Regina is not listening. She sits her head on your tummy, drawing circles and pouting that she couldn't tickle you. She felt every twitch on your stomach towards every circle and star drawing she was making. You were holding back your laughter hard, inches close to just freely laughing and her taking the lead of all the tickles. But again, this night was about Regina, not you.

Yet her hand makes it away under your shirt, being sneaky and having her finger in your bellybutton. This time you did laugh, kicking your feet a bit and not making any sudden movement to your upper body. Regina may have been facing the TV but you can feel her smirking at you.

“Your belly is so warm, like a heating pad.", Regina says, continue to rest her head on it, the little hairs that sticks out tickling your stomach. Her hair was in a messy bun, probably even messier as she's been laying down the past few hours.

“Babe, why do you wanna tickle me so bad?", You say, trying to stop Regina's hands from creeping up on your sides again.

“Can't I reward my girl for taking such good care of me?", She looks at you with the up most smile. A natural adorable smile, not the fake smile she uses whenever she's with the plastics.

“You can't wait until tomorrow where you'll feel better?", You say, pouting back.

She sits back up, getting centimeters close to your face. You can feel the pink rush thru your cheeks over the intense moment. She was hating that I was denying her tickling me and had to use her flirting skills to the test. “You know what I'm craving right now? A delicious tummy with a side of ribs and raspberries. May even want your toes too. Now, care to be a good darling and lift up your shirt for me?", Regina's voice so hypnotizing you do exactly what she says. You slowly lift up your shirt, giving her access to a range of spots that she immediately puts her lips on.

“Be careful with the RIBS HAHAHAHAHAH!!", You laugh, but not too loudly, it's mostly squeaky laughter over the mixture of soft tickling and evil teases. She was nibbling at your ribs, not too hard, Regina isn't the type to be extremely hard to your spots. You were laughing, not necessary caring about the volume of the TV. You weren't squirming that excessively, you were afraid it bothered Regina by how uncontrollable your body was when being tickled. She then squeezed your tummy like a stress ball, making you scream with laughter and your legs kicking up in the air in a cartoonish way.

“HAHAGAGAHAHHAHHA!!"

You stopped to look at her, feeling bad for the extra kicking that shook the bed. “Sorry.", You apologize but Regina lays on her side, admiring your ticklish self.

“Its okay baby you don't have to apologize, it's cute what my tickling can do to you.", Regina says, stroking your hand. She brings her closer, still tickling your tummy while trying to figure out the plot for whatever cartoon you two are watching. You both weren't focusing, Regina was busy from watching you turn into putty from all the tummy tickles. You were too ticklish to focus on how the show might end.

“I think- I think heheghhehehe...", You keep trying to form a thought but the tickles keep fogging your mind. You were speaking in giggles as Regina nods, thinking she understands what you're saying. Acting like she wasn't scribbling all over your tummy and poking your ribs.

“Yea? So what happened next?", Regina asks, interested in what you were giggling out. When it was over and you finally had a thought about the show she surely again was tickling your tummy, squishing it like a stress ball almost. Like those ASMR slime videos. Your legs kicked back up in the air with screeches filling up the bedroom walls. Once the squishy tickles were finished your legs return back down, but once back up again as she continues them to tease you.

“This is so satisfying, I can feel my cramps going away.", You however might gain cramps for the amount of laughing done. She stops again, calming you down with pecks and tummy rubs. You kiss her, thanking her for the unpredictable tickles that came of tonight. You bring her back to the covers, bringing her back to your chest so she can sleep, even if you were the exhausted one from the tickling.

“Gosh, you're like in love with me aren't you?"

“Shut up."

[baelabong]

Cat and mouse

Pairing: Karen Shetty x Fem! reader

Plot: It was halloween, ofcourse you were gonna dress sexy

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Halloween was a night for everyone to dress as sluts and not get shamed for it. This is what NorthShore was famous for.

Every school had cliques and in NorthShore High at the top of the pyramid were the Plastics, and Karen Shetty was undeniably one of them. She was dubbed as probably the hottest if it weren’t for the queen, Regina and Karen wasn’t exactly known for her grades either. She was known for her flirtatious manner and clueless demeanour that attracted surprisingly more people than you can imagine

On the other side of the popularity spectrum was Y/N, equally well-known but part of a different clique. Her group was just as obnoxious and popular as the plastics.

One day, as Y/N and her friends walked down the hallway, their laughter echoed obnoxiously, drawing glances from students and even catching the attention of the Plastics. Karen, grouped with her fellow Plastics, observed the group from the side next to their lockers.

In the midst of their obnoxious laughter, Y/N's friends began teasing her about a potential crush on Karen. "Oh, look who's blushing! Y/N, is that a little crush on Karen Shetty?" they taunted, their laughter echoing down the corridor.

The Plastics, nearby, overheard the playful banter. Karen, with her keen sense of awareness, caught wind of the comments. As Y/N's friends continued their teasing, Karen met Y/N's eyes, holding a triumphant smirk.

Y/N, the more shy one of the group, got caught off guard by the teasing, rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a subtle smile. The girl has never actually spoken to the other girl, in other words, they have never really met. Shocker. Y/n was simply too shy when she was in the presence of pretty girls.

Tonight, she will be surrounded by even more. Halloween was today and Shane Oman arranged a party at his house for the night. Everyone was going including both the plastics and y/n’s group.

The night came for the party when a car honked from outside of y/n’s bedroom window. Her friend’s black SUV parked at her yard with music blasting from the speakers and her friends calling her name from within the car.

With one final look in the mirror, y/n went simple this year. With a short-skin tight black dress that covered nothing including the outline of her breasts. God what even was she. (Spoiler alert, she’s meant to be dressed as a black cat)

Grabbing her black cat ears from her vanity, she slipped on her heels and bid goodbye to her mum before slipping out the house into her friend’s car.

As the group of friends entered Shane’s house, the smell of weed and liquor roamed around the atmosphere. As y/n and her group settled into a corner of the party, laughing and dancing. The playful laughter of the group caught the attention of yet again, the plastics. With boys surrounding them, both Regina and Gretchen relished in their company. To the left of Regina, the girly haired girl, dressed as a “mouse” stood there with her pink dress, just as tight and short as y/n’s. Karen payed no attention to the boys beside her and as y/n looked away from her intimidating gaze.

“She’s so checking you out right now, babe”, y/n’s friend said under the loud music.

“I know”, y/n thanked the lights and her bold makeup for covering her blushed cheeks.

“I’m gonna get a drink” y/n pushed her way to the crowd, pushing away the men that tried to touch her.

The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the walls as Y/N slipped away from the lively Halloween party. Seeking refuge from the chaos, she made her way to the kitchen, the cool air a welcome respite from the heat of the crowded dance floor. Grabbing a drink, she took a moment to collect herself before heading back to her group of friends.

To her surprise, the once-unified group had scattered, their laughter now mingling with the flirtatious banter of others. Y/N chuckled at the sight of her friends fending off advances, and she decided to slip away from the limelight once more.

With drink in hand, she walked the crowded space again, making her way up the stairs. As a couple descended, giggling and oblivious to her presence, Y/N tripped, the misstep threatening to turn her graceful exit into a clumsy spectacle. However, behind her, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows.

Karen stood, an arm casually draped around the girl's waist, observing the scene with an amused smirk. Y/N straightened herself, meeting Karen's eyes with a playful glint.

"Well, well, looks like the cat got caught in a little trap," Karen teased, a flirtatious edge to her tone.

Y/n, catching onto Karen's antics, played along with a smirk. "Maybe the mouse been plotting this all along."

Karen, sensing an opportunity for more mischief, took the lead, guiding Y/N further up the stairs.

The atmosphere grew more intimate as they reached the next floor, the rhythmic pulse of the music becoming a distant hum. Karen, reveling in the flirtatious tension, cornered Y/N against the stair railing.

"So, little cat, are you ready to admit defeat?" Y/n whispered, her voice a sultry purr.

Y/N, not one to back down, leaned in with a teasing smile. "Defeat? Oh no. That’s not how Tom and Jerry went.", Karen trailed off.

She continued saying “No, Tom always went for Jerry. But guess who won?”, her brow quirked

Karen leaned next to the girls ear and whispered“I did”.

Y/n looked back at the girl with a shocked expression before Karen quickly took ahold of y/n’s neck, before moving her lips in sync with the other. With heavy breaths Karen pushed the girl even harder against the rail, forgetting about everyone else around and roaming her hand around the curves of y/n’s body.

“God, I want you so bad”, The brown skinned girl whispered against the swollen cherry red lips of the other.

Grabbing y/n’d wrist in a hurry Karen locked themselves in a cupboard with little to no light.

Pushing the smaller girl against the wall again, Karen threw off y/n’s cat ears as y/n tangled her hands in Karen’s locks.

The closet transformed into their secret haven, where time seemed to stand still, leaving only the echo of shared breaths and the soft rustle of costumes. Karen’s plump lips kissed the girl roughly with her hands finding it’s way to the hem of y/n’s dress slowly pulling it up until.

Their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected creak of the closet door. Startled, they pulled away to find a wide-eyed Gretchen and Jason staring at them in shock.

Pulling her dress back down quickly, Karen covered Y/n as to not expose her body.

"Oh my God! Karen Shetty and Y/N, caught in a closet! This is like a scene from a movie!" Jason exclaimed, their excitement threatening to turn the duo into the stars of the Halloween party gossip.

Y/N huffed out, pissed that her make out session was ruined. She had thoughts on what she would do about Jason tomorrow after school. Maybe ruin his life. Who knows.

With a pout on her lips, Karen noticed and kissed y/n once more with a reassuring smile that she will handle him. Y/n’s friends peered at the door of the cupboard and grabbed y/n out, leaving Karen behind with Gretchen and Jason.

“What the fuck was that bitch?!”, y/n’s friends teased due to y/n’s reputation of being a nonchalant chick puller. They bombarded her non-stop with comments like “you were about to get boned by Karen, babe” and “How good was she?”.

Y/n shook her head and led them out the house to her friend’s car wanting to be brought home already.

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AN: Uhm, a bit rushed but I love Karen sm pls.

Thank u again for the request 🩶🩶