#karen shetty x female reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Northshore Nowheres part 3

part 1 || part 2

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader takes the place of Aaron sorta, Cady has a crush on reader, jealous/possessive Regina, underage drinking, Cady being a little cringy and awkward around reader, long fic, mentions of reader having a black eye

|| Summary; during math class, reader helps out Cady. Bringing the two closer. Reader ends up inviting Cady to Halloween party, where Regina takes matters into her own hands.

Requests open!

Started; october 29th

Finished; october 30th

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Calc. Again, great. You sat at your desk as you waited for Ms Norbury to start her lesson, you'd only just gotten there a few moments ago but you were already bored with it. That's when you noticed Cady walk in, wearing.. what the hell were those shoes? Pink heels? Girl, this was highschool. But you played nice, after all she's been nice to you.

As Cady took her seat, you looked back at her and smirked. Glancing at her shoes before looking at her," new shoes?" You asked.

"I.. yeah, Regina gave them to me." Cady smiled at you and you awkwardly smiled back at the mention of the girl you were seeing.

"Oh, I didn't know you guys were friends." You replied, feeling a little awkward as you turned away. Cady was part of the plastics? Maybe you had seen her with them a couple of times now that you thought about it. Huh. Little unexpected, she really didn't seem like the plastic type of girl but maybe you were wrong about her.

"Okay, let's get back into it. Continuity, removable discon- Cady, eyes up front please." Ms Norbury said," let's get back into where we were Thursday, who was awake- Thursday? Who was still awake?"

Sometime later, it was another math class. With not much interesting happening, but at one point Cady nudged you and you leaned back to look at her.

"Do you like gum?" She asked with a smile.

"Sure," You held your hand out.

"Oh, I don't have any- I was just.." She gave you an awkward smile and you smiled awkwardly back. Wondering what that was about.

Then, there was this other time. You'd complimented her shirt to be nice, Cady smiled at you and sat at her desk. "Thanks, it still smells like sausage from the last time I wore it." You turned to look at her, a little confused by her comment. Cady was an odd one, that's for sure.

When class was over, you met up with the plastics that night. Who had officially made you their girlfriend earlier that week. Things were going great and you couldn't wait until the Halloween party later the next month. And speaking of Halloween, luckily for you your black eye from a couple weeks ago was finally clearing up. So you wouldn't have to go as a sexy pirate; although you did consider the look.

Another time in Calculus, you'd forgotten what day it was. Instead of trying to wrack your brain you decided to just ask Cady about it. You turned to look at her, confusion on your face," what day is it?" You asked.

"It's October 3rd." Cady answered quickly and you smiled, thanking her before turning in your seat. Did the date just echo in your mind or were you going insane? You could have sworn you hard an ✨October 3rd✨ from somewhere.

That was almost two weeks ago, today there was another Cady moment. You were taking notes when Cady got your attention, asking you for help in her work. "I'm totally lost, can you help me?" She turned her paper to look at you, you glanced down at her work and raised an eyebrow. Cady was lost? You weren't sure how much help you'd be, but luckily you'd been paying attention during Ms Norbury's lecture this time and had some idea what to do. Or so you thought.

You pointed to her paper and looked at her, whispering back your response," it's the derivative of the natural log function. You just take the reciprocal of the LN."

Cady looked down at her work, then back at you as she smiled," thanks. You're so smart."

You laughed a little, feeling a bit sheepish at her compliment and turned to your own work. You weren't used to being described as smart and you hoped that actually helped her. It did not though, you were wrong.

Another day, you were helping Cady with the class work again. She seemed so focused on you," oh, um so it's H prime of X equals five." You explained, writing it down for her," you just forgot the Product Rule."

"I don't get any of this," Cady shook her head, Ms Norbury tossed down her test to her and you happened to get a look at the score.

"Nice job, Cady." Ms Norbury said to her, then continued handing out the papers. You raised an eyebrow at Cady. What was this girl's deal? She kept asking you for help but her grades were completely fine? You knew you weren't that good of a teacher. Something was up.

"It sure seems like you get it," You told her. Turning back to your own desk, Cady scoffed but you didn't hear it. Then the bell rang and you packed things up.

"Hey, Chris is having a Halloween party." You started to tell her as you stood, Cady was your friend. So what was the harm in inviting her? Plus, she was new. She probably hasn't had the chance to go to a house party yet," would you want to come to that?" You asked her. Cady gathered her things and looked at you, she smiled as she listened. She always smiled at you. Though you decided to explain a little further, knowing she may not have understood completely. "It's like a costume party. People get pretty into it."

"Grool." Cady said suddenly, making you pause and blink at her in confusion. Grool? She started explaining with her hands as she talked," uh- I meant to say great, and then I started to say cool."

"Okay." You laughed awkwardly, Cady was weirdly adorable sometimes. "Grool." You replied, heading out of the class.

Chris' Halloween party crept up pretty quickly; since you didn't need to go as a pirate anymore, you went as a red devil to match with Regina's angel costume. You arrived to the party on your motorcycle and parked it somewhere a bit away. Not wanting any of your fellow students to mess with it. After all, your motorcycle was basically your baby. Then headed in to meet up with the plastics. You found Regina first; she was not hard to miss and made your way over to her.

"Damn, did you fall from Heaven or what?" You couldn't help it. The line was right there, after all she was dressed as a damn angel. And looked damn good, too. You hoped you might get to take that off her tonight..

"Hey, you." Regina gave you a once over and smirked, taking in your outfit. Sexy red devil was a good look on you. Regina was clearly a few drinks in, you could tell by how flushed her cheeks were, but you didn't really care. You'd just make sure to keep a good eye on her.

Screams caught your attention and you glanced over to see Gretchen and... Cady? Damn, maybe you should have explained things better to her. You saw Regina texting someone and Gretchen replying on her phone so you assumed it was each other.

"She looks so weird," Regina told you. Smirking as she looked over at Cady, though her eyes widened a bit when she read the next text.

Gretchen; CADY LIKES Y/N

You didn't see the text but the annoyance on Regina's face was clear as day. You raised an eyebrow at her," what's up?" You asked, she rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Nothing, shut up." Regina muttered and you sighed.

"Alright.." You knew how Regina could get sometimes, so you tried not to let it bother you. You glanced at Cady, who was walking away from Gretchen. Also looking a little upset. You wondered what was going on behind the scenes between your girlfriends and Cady. You wanted to follow after, but figured Regina probably wouldn't like that. You made an excuse instead.

"I'm going to go get a drink and see if my gang's around, I'll catch up with you." You told her and she let you go, you did go get your drink. That wasn't a lie, but you didn't look for your biker gang. Instead you ran into Cady, wanting to see how she was doing. You knew she probably wasn't used to this kind of scene.

When you found Cady again, she was helping Karen get down off a stool. You walked over and smiled," Cady!" At that same moment, Cady let go of Karen and she fell right to the ground. You rushed over and helped her up, she gave you a kiss on the cheek then bounced off to go find Gretchen. You watched her leave with a smile and turned to Cady.

"Hi!" Cady waved at you.

"Hey," You walked up to her and jokingly screamed at her outfit, thinking it was pretty cool," I like your costume. You're different from everyone else's." You assured her, remembering she looked pretty down after talking to Gretchen. Though she seemed okay enough now.

She laughed a little," I didn't know I was supposed to- ah-" She took out the fake teeth and you both laughed," I'm such a weird foreign loser."

"No, it's great. You want a drink?" You asked.

"Thanks, uh- do they have juice?" Cady asked and you tried not to laugh again. Juice?

"Juice? I can check, wait here." You told her and headed away. Regina met up with you again not too long after, just as you were getting the drinks.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." She said once she caught up, you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Here I thought you wanted me to shut up," You teased, taking a sip of your own drink while holding Cady's. Regina's eyes went to the extra drink in your hand and she tried not to seem annoyed. Why were you being friendly with Cady? Regina had to end that.

"Oh, shut up." She said to you again.

"There it is," you smirked and she narrowed her eyes at you. You raised your hands in innocence.

"Whatever. 'Cause you know that homeschooled girl, Cady?" Regina started. Giving Cady a wave and you raised your glass to her with a smile.

"Yeah, I invited her tonight." You explained.

"Yeah, well, be careful. 'Cause she has a huge crush on you." Regina laughed, you were surprised. Cady had a crush on you? That definitely explained a lot of things.

"Really?" You put your focus on Regina, not sure how you were supposed to take that information. After all the plastics were your girls now.

"Ugh, you're my girlfriend. She's my.. friend and she's like really inexperienced and um.." Regina looked at you again," well I just don't want you talking to her."

"Regina?" You were confused by that. What was she going on about? It isn't like you really liked Cady. She wasn't your type, she was just a friend that you helped.

Regina scoffed and walked away, making you chase after her.

"Hold on a second-! I didn't even do anything?" You followed after like a lost puppy trying keep up. She walked through the crowds, crowds that seemed to almost stand still and sway under her command. Making it hard for you to get to her.

By the time you'd finally caught up to her, Regina'd backed you against the wall. Walking closer to you with a smirk, clearly trying to make some possessive show on you in front of Cady. "God, you're hot.. why do you even where a shirt?" You'd heard her mutter, making your cheeks flush," damn, you're fine.."

She leaned in close, her hands resting to your hips as she pulled you flush against her. Regina didn't waste any time; her lips were moving against yours in a matter of seconds. Her tongue slipped past and you vaguely heard someone gasp in the crowd but you hardly cared. Regina George was kissing you.

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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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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.

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Color Her Green

Karen Shetty x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT!!! MDNI. cursing, oral (r receiving), v soft smut

Request:

I was wondering if you were open to doing this story idea with Karen! So basically the reader is the well known lesbian of the school. She is very dominant and flirty towards females. She will literally flirt with anyone of the same gender. Karen and the reader have a secret fwb relationship. But Karen wants it to be something more. So one day the reader was flirting with Regina and being very forward with her. Basically trying to get in her pants, and Karen gets jealous and drag the reader away to their secret place and they have a little fight which ends with smut and fluff. Also if you do the smut scene can you have Karen say “baby” and a lot of cute pet names? I hope this was a good idea that you might do!

Mean Girls requests are open.

Karen could admit that she was a bit hurt. How could (Y/n) go from a night causing her to orgasm three times to trying to get into one of her best friend's pants? Right in front of her, no less. Karen felt a little ashamed as she felt jealousy constrict her chest, her eyes narrowing across the hall. Gretchen noticed Karen tense up beside her as she winced, noticing Regina's back pressed against the lock behind her, (Y/n) whispering something in her ear. Whatever (Y/n) said caused Regina to bite her lip before laughing, a finger sliding down (Y/n)'s chest as she did so. The action caused Karen's fingers to twitch before she began to make her way over.

"Karen, Gretchen, hey," (Y/n) greeted, completely ignoring the obvious anger on the girl's face. She still had an arm on a locker beside Regina, not moving. This seemed to only increase the fury bubbling in Karen as she waited for (Y/n) to move. When she didn't, Karen grabbed the arm the helped her lean over to Regina, pulling her outside. Once her arm was released, (Y/n)'s hands went up in a confused sign of surrender. "What the fuck? What's going on?"

A scoff escaped Karen's lips at the apparent confusion on (Y/n)'s face. They had been friends with benefits for over three months, one might think (Y/n) would have the respect to not flirt with one of Karen's best friends. But, color her green, jealousy was radiating off of her along with the anger rolling off her skin. "Why are you flirting with Regina?" She questioned, her arms crossing angrily. She stood in front of (Y/n), stiff. That's how (Y/n) knew that she was in trouble with the girl for some reason. The bubbly smile often adorned by Karen was nowhere in sight. Even her beautiful brown eyes had darkened in anger.

(Y/n) examined Karen for a moment before she began to realize what was going on. "Are you jealous, Karen?" There was a look of momentary disbelief on (Y/n)'s face as she shook her head in shock for a moment. "We're not even exclusive. I don't understand why you're so upset. Before we started this 'friends with benefits' thing, we agreed on no feelings. I don't get why you're now upset with me for flirting with someone else whenever you and I aren't even official." Her words hurt. She had hoped that (Y/n) would eventually feel the same way she did.

Karen supposed that this was now her fault for placing unrealistic expectations on (Y/n). With that said, she was not about to take the fall in this argument. If Regina George taught her anything, it was to never lose an argument. "That doesn't make it okay to flirt with Regina, of all people. I thought there might be boundaries where you wouldn't try to fuck my best friends." Karen stated, hoping her comment had an actual effect. Judging by the deadpan on (Y/n)'s face, it didn't.

"In one of our first conversations, I had asked you if there were any boundaries. All you said was that, if I slept with anyone, you'd want me to use protection and get frequent check-ups to make sure no STDs were being passed around. Both were reasonable and valid requests. You never said anything about flirting with Regina. In fact, I have flirted with her and Gretchen many times before." (Y/n) argued back, crossing her arms the same way Karen had. She was growing annoyed. Of course, she started to develop feelings for Karen. She had been trying to deflect them in fear Karen didn't feel the same. However, feelings being revealed in an argument due to jealousy made (Y/n) too prideful to admit she was wrong. "Why do you have a problem now?"

There was a moment when neither of them spoke, tension thickening in between them. They both knew why there was a problem now. Karen took (Y/n) by the arm, taking them to the outdoor janitor's closet. They found out that it had long since been abandoned and it became their place. They had even cleaned it up once. There was not a speck of dust or dirt in the empty room. Once they entered, (Y/n) looked at Karen with her brows furrowed, still waiting for an answer. No answer was given. Instead, Karen's lips smashed against hers as (Y/n)'s back hit the door as soon as they entered.

A muffled moan escaped (Y/n)'s lips their teeth clashing as they fumbled through each other's clothes clumsily. Karen's hand quickly slipped into (Y/n)'s pants, causing (Y/n)'s back to involuntarily arch, her hips bucking into Karen's hand as she circled her clit with her fingers. "Fuck," she whispered. Karen always knew just where to touch her, and just like Karen knew every inch of her body, (Y/n) knew Karen's. They knew everything that made the other twitch, moan, and cum. Their hands memorized each other's bodies easily. How could (Y/n) try to memorize another woman's body after having become bonded with Karen's? They fit too nicely together. It took only seconds for (Y/n) to feel weak in the knees as her head rested on the door, moans spilling from her lips as sweet as molasses.

Karen smirked a bit at how easily undone she made (Y/n). "You're so pretty, baby," she whispered into (Y/n)'s ear before nipping at her earlobe. The small nip and pleasure building in her abdomen caused (Y/n) to moan again, though she tried to bite them back. Noticing this, Karen let out a soft 'tsk' sound, stopping her movement. This successfully caused (Y/n) to whine, looking at Karen with pleading eyes. This only caused victory to build in Karen as she shook her head softly. "Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, baby, or I'll have to stop. Understood?" Karen removed her hand, unbuckling (Y/n)'s jeans as she waited for a response.

(Y/n) noted all of the mischievous thoughts that were behind Karen's usually thoughtless, but beautiful brown eyes. (Y/n) swallowed thickly, unable to get her words out. "Yes, pretty girl, understood." She agreed and Karen let out a soft hum in appreciation. (Y/n) needed Karen, but she was going agonizingly slow with her actions. The sound of the bell sounded in their room, but neither budged. Instead, Karen continued her actions, not caring about the look (Y/n) was giving her. "Please, baby, I need you," (Y/n) pleaded only causing a small smile to form on Karen's lips. But no action was quickened by this.

"I'm not going to start until you promise to never flirt with my friends again," Karen said, blowing on (Y/n)'s clit. An easy tease tactic that worked every. fucking. time. (Y/n) groaned, her hands making their way into Karen's curly hair. This was an action always appreciated by Karen. She loved it when (Y/n)'s mind was so foggy, she had no clue where her hands went. "Well, answer me, baby. Are you going to flirt with any of my friends again?"

(Y/n) licked her bottom lip before sucking it in. "N-no, Karen," she finally got out, her fingers twitching slightly as they tangled in her curls. "I won't flirt with them ever again. I-I only want to be yours. I want to be your girlfriend." There was a moment where both were surprised by her words and to suppress her grin, Karen quickly got to work. Her nose accidentally bumped into (Y/n)'s sensitive clit as she began eating her out like she was her last meal. And, maybe she was, they weren't guaranteed another minute. She had to take (Y/n) like she could be. Not that (Y/n) was complaining as curses and moans filled the air around them.

It wasn't long until (Y/n) found herself close to her orgasm. "Fuck, baby girl, I'm so, so close. You're doing so good." She moaned out, and Karen kept the perfect pace she had. As (Y/n) came, her legs became shaky. She forced herself to stay standing, though the objective was hard with Karen riding out her high. "Shit, my love, you're so fucking perfect." (Y/n) cried out, leaning back on the wall for support. Karen pulled away, helping (Y/n) back into her underwear and pants, wiping her chin with her arm. (Y/n) pulled her in, kissing her deeply before either could say anything.

Karen was in a deep state of happiness before realizing they still needed to discuss just what (Y/n) had said. "Did you mean it? Do you actually want us to be girlfriends?" Karen questioned, looking at the way (Y/n)'s chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. It was obvious the orgasm, the kiss, and Karen had stolen (Y/n)'s breath as she nodded softly. When she whispered out a soft 'yes,' Karen had grinned a bit. "But not because of our fight or sex right?" She questioned carefully, not wanting to accuse (Y/n)'s feelings of being fake. She just wanted to be sure given the previous state of their relationship.

(Y/n) understood completely as she cupped Karen's cheeks. Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss on Karen's forehead. "I really mean it. I have felt something more than friends with benefits for a while. I just… I didn't want to ruin what we had. Instead of doing the right thing and communicating how I felt… I flirted with Regina. I'm sorry for that." (Y/n) apologized, having finally caught her breath. Karen smiled a bit at this fixing (Y/n)'s hair gently.

"It's okay," Karen confirmed with a gentle nod. She leaned in, kissing (Y/n). This time, their kiss was soft and slow. It still held the same passion, only it wasn't a kiss that would be followed up by sex. The two basked in each other's presence, time being lost as they finally parted away. "I should be apologizing, too. The way I approached the situation was wrong. Instead of trying to talk, I just argued instead. I just like you, a lot, and seeing you with Regina hurt. But, we're over that now."

(Y/n) kissed her again, but not a lasting kiss. Instead, it was chaste. "It's okay, we're passed it." (Y/n) said softly before kissing the tip of Karen's nose gently. "We're so past it that if you wanted to give me a hickey to show everyone that I'm yours, I would welcome and invite it." The two of them laughed, knowing it was a joke, but Karen still took her up on the offer. It was hard to not make love to Karen right then and there as she sucked the sweet spot on (Y/n)'s neck, revealing a dark bruise on her neck. Karen admired her work with a smirk as she kissed the sensitive spot softly to soothe it.

"Now, if someone flirts with you, you can say you have a girlfriend." Karen winked playfully, and (Y/n) laughed gently. She leaned over, fixing Karen's hair, and using her thumb, she un-smudged Karen's lipstick. The two of them continued to fix each other before they walked out of their special place. They had missed their homeroom and first period, plus a small portion of the second period, but neither of them cared. "See you at lunch."

As the two separated, the goofy grins on their faces due to them finally being official never dropped. As soon as Karen entered the second period, Gretchen already adorned a knowing and supportive smile, asking for all the details. Karen didn't share every single thing, but she did tell Gretchen about how she and (Y/n) were now official. For the rest of the day, nothing could ruin either of their moods. Especially not when (Y/n) was proudly showing her hickey to anyone who stared too long.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Poly! Plastics x fem!reader

HI, Reader and Aaron are best friends (both dumbasses) but best friends none the less, So Aaron has a bright idea to stage a marriage with reader popping out a ring in the middle of lunch (a ring pop) and they get the whole school in on it as they come to school the next day wearing the most tacky shit. And the plastics? They watch this shit happen dumbfounded

Would've Just Been A Normal Day

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; not much of the plastics, reader and aaron focused, aaron hurts himself, goofy/fluff, short drabble

|| Summary; when Aaron proposes to reader with a ring pop, the plastics make a bet.

Requests open!

Started; November 1st

Finished; November 2nd

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Aaron probably had to be your best friend, so when he came up to you; gushing about this idea he had.. you were all for it. It was completely ridiculous. But so great. Definitely TikTok worthy entertainment right there.

It would've been just a normal day in the cafeteria. If not for you and Aaron. Though, considering how often you guys did crazy schemes, it could honestly be considered normal. You'd just entered the room to be met with Aaron. Aaron who had a microphone, speaker, and a massive grin on his face. Those three things combined? Trouble; trouble that you were in on, but trouble nonetheless.

"Everyone! If I can have your attention please!" Aaron said into the mic. He was pretty respected among the student body, so it wasn't much of a surprise when the cafeteria quieted down. Turning their attention to where the spotlight was. Aaron smirked, jumping up onto one of the tables," I'd like to make an announcement!" He turns to face you right as the plastics enter the room. Your girlfriends eyes fall to you and Aaron, watching in pure confusion. Wondering what the hell all of you were up to now.

"Ten bucks says Aaron falls on his face." Regina mutters to Gretchen, who laughs a bit and nods. Accepting that bet.

"You're on." She whispers back.

Karen glances at them in confusion," why is Aaron louder than normal?"

Gretchen just sighs and gives her shoulder a pat," don't worry about it, mama."

"We've been friends for ages and I just wanted to make things official with you. So, Y/N L/N." Aaron gets down on one knee with a bit of stumble. The people at the table he's on move slightly down, not wanting to risk him falling on one of them.

You gasped and flapped your hand in front of your face for dramatic flare," Oh my God, Aaron!!" You giggled. He held back a laugh, trying to keep things serious. Despite what he was about to take out. Out of his pocket, he grabbed a ring pop bag. Fumbling to get it open. He nearly dropped it, but he managed and held up the ring pop to you.

"Will you marry me?" He asked. Managing fake tears in his eyes.

"Yes, yes yes!" You jumped up a bit in excitement, really trying to make things look real. There were a few laughs throughout the room, people nudging each other and whispering, or just looking confused.

Aaron got up and tried to run to you, completely forgetting that he was on a table. He ran right off it and faceplanted. Causing you to burst out laughing; as well as many other people in the room. Some got the whole thing on video. Collectively, you and Aaron share one braincell. Looks like you're the one with it right now.

Regina holds a hand out to Gretchen, a smirk on her face when Aaron fell. "Ten bucks." She muttered, Gretchen huffed and handed the money to her.

You walked over to Aaron and helped him up, with a smile mixed with sheepishness and embarrassment- he slips the ring pop on your finger. You pop it into your mouth with a grin. "Thanks man, but you didn't have to fall from heaven for me." You wink and he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck a bit as he stretched his arm. The fall wasn't as bad as it looked, but he definitely still felt it.

The next school day, you and Aaron showed up to school in matching outfits. Being clingy with each other and really just making a show of what happened yesterday. Your girls looked to you from their lockers and Regina sighed deeply. God, you and Aaron seriously did share one braincell. But Regina was convinced you'd lost it.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

would you write a poly!plastics x reader where instead of Regina, Gretchen for once takes charge and gets mad at Reader. Another girl tries to flirt with us and it gets Gretchen riled up. At first Regina is surprised by Gretchen’s attitude since she usually lets Regina handle these things, but then joins Gretchen in her scolding. Karen is just like ‘wait? Am I supposed to be angry now too?’

Who Knew she had this In Her?

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; girl flirts with reader, Gretchen & plastics mad at reader, reader makes it up to them

|| Summary; when the plastics spot someone flirting with reader, Gretchen goes off. Reader makes up for it with a date.

Requests closed!

Started; November 15th

Finished; November 15th

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"What the hell?!" You flinched as you suddenly heard what sounded like... Gretchen yelling at you? Gretchen? You turned your head towards her to make sure you heard that right. Yeah. You'd pissed off Gretchen Wieners. Of all People.

Fast forward to about five minutes before, a girl from your English class had caught up to you in the hallway. Her name was like Sarah or something, you didn't really know her that well. But she apparently knew you. Her cheeks were bright red as she approached you, fidgeting with her fingers and you could tell where this was going. Great. Your girlfriends were walking towards you from the other end of the hall, too. And you could practically feel Regina's eyes burning into your back.

"Hey, Y/N." The girl, who you thought was named Sarah, spoke up and gave you a smile. "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get a coffee sometime?" You sighed when the question left her mouth, a hand rested to your hips. Gaze risking a flick to your girlfriends who were even closer now.

"I can't-" Before the sentence even left your mouth you heard Gretchen. Her voice sounding like a shaky shout.

"What the hell?!" It took you a moment to realize the girl had started playing with your hair. Being extra flirty to try and convince you. You didn't have the time to push her away before Gretchen rounded on you. Grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the nearest bathroom. Her nails digging into your skin.

"What was that?" Gretchen's arms folded across her chest, determined eyes seeking answers. Regina and Karen walked into the bathroom, both looking a little startled by Gretchen's outburst. Who knew she had this in her?

"I was turning her down-" You tried to defend yourself, but Gretchen hardly heard over her own roaring thoughts. She scoffed and folded her arms across her chest.

"You let her touch you!" Gretchen shouted, Karen looked at Regina. Who also looked quite annoyed about the whole thing.

"Wait? Am I supposed to be angry now too?" Karen asked, getting your attention. You turned your head to the girl with a grimace. You really didn't want all your girls to be mad at you.

Regina looked ready to start lecturing too, so you quickly spoke up. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. Really. I wasn't flirting, I don't even know the girl's name. I think it's Sarah?" That seemed to make your girls relax. You were clueless about the girl. That was a good sign in their books.

"It's Julia," Gretchen rolled her eyes, correcting you. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh. Anyway... how about a date tonight? On me?" You looked at all of them. Karen's eyes lit up and she clapped.

"Yes please!!" Karen smiled, clearly being happy with that idea.

"Fine." Regina muttered while Gretchen just nodded. Trying to regulate her emotions.

"Good." You relaxed when they all agreed. Tonight would be on you. It's a damn good thing you had a job.

After school, you and the girls decided to go on a trip to the mall and then dinner after. The three lead you through the maze that was NorthShore's mall. You gave them a price limit, because you didn't have a whole lot. But you were willing to get each of them something that they wanted.

It didn't take too long for them to find what they wanted. The plastics knew the mall like the back of their hands. Having gone thousands of times. The part that took long however, was the window shopping they did afterwards. And the amount of stores they decided they just had to check out. You followed after. Just letting them lead you.

By the time you guys finally left the mall, it was nearing 7pm. Which meant you'd been in there almost four hours. Jesus. The girls had gotten a few extra trinkets with their own money, even you ended up buying yourself a little something. All of you headed to Regina's jeep. Putting the stuff in the car before getting in. You sitting up front next to the blonde. Who looked pretty satisfied with everything she got today. Conversations flowed with ease as Regina drove you all to the dinner place. It wasn't the fanciest thing in the world, but it was good. The food even better. As dinner went on, it seemed to you like the situation from earlier today was mostly forgotten. You let yourself relax and enjoy the meal. Finally putting those worries aside.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

can you do a poly!plastics x fem!reader where the reader has autism, adhd, and anxiety and throughout the day they've been overstimulated so her girlfriends help ground her?

Scrambled Schedules

|| poly!plastics x fem!AuAdhd!reader

|| Warnings; lots of stress/anxiety/overstimulation mentions, reader cries at one point, long fic, hurt/comfort, Regina soft for reader

|| Summary; when reader's morning routine gets thrown off, her entire day reflects that.

Requests open!

Started; october 31st

Finished; october 31st

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Getting ready for school that morning had already been stressful enough as it was. First, you woke up late and didn't hear your alarm. So you were rushing through your morning routine. You hated being thrown off your schedule. Second, people in your house were being loud. You threw on your noise cancelling headphones after you'd gotten your shirt on. You didn't even realize you were stimming, but your fingers tapped against the side of your headphones; as you looked for a pair of socks. When you found some you tossed some on and then quickly made your way to the kitchen. Trying to at least get something small in you before the bus showed up. You grabbed a piece of bread, your lunch that you packed the night before, a water bottle, anything else you thought you might need, then headed out the door. Headphones still on your head.

As you left the house, you took some deep breaths. Trying to calm your anxiety and overstimulation, when it didn't seem to ease right away.. you realized taking the bus would only make things worse for you. You took out your phone and gave Regina a quick call. Out of your girlfriends, she was the only one with a full license. Gretchen was working on hers and Karen.. definitely shouldn't be allowed to drive. In the best way possible.

Regina answered the phone on the third ring, having just gotten out of the shower. She took her time with her morning routine compared to you. Because Regina didn't care if she showed up late to school; she would get there when she gets there. She had been about to go to her closet when she heard the phone rang, so she walked over and answered. Picking it up from her bedside table and putting it to her ear," Hey, baby." Regina's voice practically came out as a purr when she spoke to you.

"C-can you pick me up?" You stuttered a bit, trying to control your trembling hand. The thought of going on the bus was enough to stress you out further and you really couldn't handle that. The bus was the last thing you needed right now.

Regina frowned when she picked on your stutter. She knew about your anxiety and AuADHD, she wondered if something had happened. Well, at least you hadn't gone non verbal yet. That had to have been a good sign. It meant you weren't entirely overstimulated. But that stutter.. was definitely a hint that you getting close to that point. "Sure, baby. I'll be there soon, alright?"

"How s-soon?" You murmured, needing some kind of time. You didn't like when things were just up in the air. Your schedule had already been thrown off as it was and you really didn't need anything else added to that.

"Hm.. maybe about fifteen or so minutes? I've gotta get dressed but then I'll be down to get you. Just deep breaths, baby." Regina explained to you, you relaxed a bit and nodded. Despite that she couldn't see you.

"Okay." You got off the call, heading to your porch step where you took a seat. Deciding to play some stim games on your phone. Those usually worked to help regulate you. Mid game you happened to get a 'good morning' text from Karen; though she spelt it like 'gud morering'. You replied to the text quickly, having a little conversation with her before going back to your games.

You; good morning, Kare :)

Karen; redy for skool? (ready for school?)

You; as ready as I can be

Karen; yayy!! c u suun 🫶🫶 (yayy! see you soon)

Just as Regina promised, she was at your house in a little over fifteen minutes. When she got there she walked over to you, frowning as she saw you in your headphones. Playing those self regulation games. The blonde took a seat beside you and watched you play your game for a minute before giving your cheek a kiss. Her hand rested to your knee. Getting your attention. You slowly took your headphones off and rested them around your neck. Regina smiled at you, her hand cupping your jaw and brushing her thumb against you.

"There you are," She murmured. Regina was always softer with you, understanding that you needed that kind of care. She never wanted to be the reason you felt overstimulated or stressed. You leaned into her touch and she gave you another kiss; this time to your forehead. "Ready to go?" Regina asked, letting go of your chin and placing her hand on her knee.

You gave her a gentle nod and she smiled, taking your hand as she walked you to her jeep. When you got there, you got into the passenger side and Regina got in the driver's. "We're going to pick up Gretchen and Karen and then maybe stop for coffee?" She looked to you to make sure that was okay. You nodded again and Regina gave your hand a quick squeeze.

By the time the four of you got to school, it was like 9;10. So you were late. And that was sending you into bit of a panic attack as you rushed to class. Not even saying bye to your girlfriends, who were startled when you practically jumped out of the jeep before it even stopped.

"Y/N?!" Regina yelled, glancing back at the other two like; did that just happen??

It didn't take long for you to reach your first period class, when the teacher saw you he gave you a soft smile. Noticing your rushed state. You were never late and he was aware of your AuADHD; so he let it slide today. Giving you a subtle nod so you knew that. You took your seat and nervously bounced your leg, feeling like people were watching you and judging you. Even though really, no one was. They were all too scared of Regina to even dare think anything bad about you.

The day went on, each class seemed to have some incident that overwhelmed you. First period you were late, second your pencil broke and the feeling of that made your whole body tense up. You hated when a pencil snapped. It just slowed you down and you could feel the sensation in your teeth? If that made any sense. Third period, you were given a surprise test that nearly brought you into a panic attack. You had to ask the teacher if you could go write in it in your private room; which she allowed when she realized you were close to having a panic attack. Then it was lunch. And you got a moment to breathe. After handing in your test, you headed to the bathroom and just hid in a stall for a long moment. Giving yourself a much needed breather. Why was today so hard on you? As you leaned against the stall wall, you picked at your finger nails. Trying to calm your nerves. You weren't fully settled when you left; but it was good enough. You didn't want to worry your girlfriends.

You spent lunch with them, staying cuddled up to Karen. Gretchen noticed that you seemed a bit off, but didn't want to pry. She kept quiet, knowing you probably just needed some time to regulate yourself and didn't want to stress you out further. The bell rang and you headed to fourth period. Which.. was actually fine? Nothing happened that overstimulated you or throw you off schedule. But fifth period? Was a train wrack. First your computer login wouldn't work and that almost made you cry, then once you did get logged in and started your project- which you'd gotten a massive chunk done. Your computer decided to crash the website on you. You completely froze when that happened. Realizing you should have just not gone to school today. Being late in the morning had messed up your whole day.

As that nightmare of a class ended, sixth period started. It wasn't any better, let's just say that. You'd gotten so overwhelmed that you straight up walked out of class. Your teacher was chill on people leaving; trusting you all to return in your own time. She didn't question when you got up and left. You weren't coming back, though. It was almost the end of the day anyways.

You went to Regina's jeep and just sat in the passenger side, letting yourself cry and release the amount of stress that had built up. Playing those self regulation games on your phone again. They helped, but your knee was still bouncing and your feet were tapping.

You were in the jeep maybe about twenty minutes before Gretchen knocked on the window. You looked up and opened the door to talk to her. "There you are!" Gretchen exclaimed. You and her had the same sixth period class, you guessed she must have gotten worried when you didn't return. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Sorry." You murmured, she frowned when she realized you'd been crying. Gretchen moved herself to the backseat and patted the spot next to her for you to join. You crawled back there and Gretchen held you close.

"Don't apologize, mama. What's wrong?" Gretchen cupped your cheek, making you look into your eyes. Normally, you hated eye contact. But it felt easy with your girlfriends.

"Too much.." You replied. Everything had been way too much today. Gretchen sighed at that and nodded in agreement. School was a lot for her too, just in different ways than you.

"Wanna talk about it or just hang out here?" She asked, you shook your head and snuggled up to her. Making Gretchen realize you just wanted to hang out; she was fine with that. Gretchen would stay with you as long as you needed her to.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Heyyyy so I was thinking…Jealous!Poly!plastics? But not overly (unless you want lol)

Maybe Cady and Janis are not so secretly trying to steal Reader from them either romantically or platonically is up to you?🤔Or it can be something totally different lol

You have creative freedom! Thank you!!

Take You Away

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; jealous plastics, Regina & Gretchen being mean to Janis behind her back, Regina being controlling, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader tells the girls about how nice Janis and Cady are to her, they (mostly Regina) take matters into their own hands.

Requests open!

Started; october 27th

Finished; october 28th

~~~

"Hey, Y/N!" You turned to see Cady waving at you with a smile, Janis was pretty close to her. The both of them shared a quiet glance with each other. Looking as though they had some sort of silent conversation that you couldn't figure out. You gave them a little wave back, you considered yourself friends with them but didn't know them overly well. That didn't seem to matter to Cady though. She was pretty friendly with everyone, or at least that's how you saw it. What you didn't know was that her friendliness was mostly just for you. Sure she was nice, but she was extra nice to you. Same with Janis.

Which was why your girlfriends were surprised when you'd later describe Janis as 'nice' and 'polite' to them. Regina eyed you with a 'what the actual fuck' look," we're talking about the same Janis, right? Like pyro Janis?" She stared at you with the most dumbfounded expression you'd ever seen on her.

"Um... I guess so? Janis Imi'ike?" Gretchen looked at Regina when you answered, then back to you with a frown.

"Mama.. she's not nice to anyone. Could you have like- maybe confused her for someone else?" Gretchen asked carefully, Regina nodded. Finding a rare moment where she agreed with Gretchen. She pointed to her.

"Yeah no that. Cause what?" Regina replied.

"I don't think so- short, brunette with dyed hair? Wears self love shirts and puts art on her clothing?" You described Janis. Definitely pyro Janis. They exchanged glances again. Why was Janis being nice to you? It didn't sit right with them.

"Oh I love those shirts! I wanna know where she gets them," Karen smiled, completely unaware of the tension. You looked at her and gave her a small smile before looking back to your other girlfriends. Regina was fuming. She had a pretty good guess why Cady and Janis were being so nice to you. And she didn't like it one bit.

"If they talk to you, just ignore them." She said, which completely confused you. You looked between her and Gretchen.

"Huh? Why?" You asked, Regina just rolled her eyes.

"Are you that blind?" She didn't mean to be snappy, she was just upset with Cady and Janis. And she was subconsciously putting those emotions out onto you. "They're trying to take you away from us."

"Oh.." You mumbled, knowing it was better than to argue with Regina. So you just agreed not to talk with Cady and Janis anymore. Regina then implemented a rule that one of the plastics had to be by your side at all times during school hours; classes didn't necessarily count in this cause there were a couple classes they weren't in with you. Which meant the rule mainly applied for transition times, lunch etc. You were fine with that, it gave you more time with your girls.

The following Monday, Gretchen was with you when the two of you walked to the French class you had together. Cady and Janis were both in that class and, when they saw you, they picked up their pace and started walking beside you to class.

"Sup, Y/N?" Janis smiled, ignoring the dumbfounded Gretchen. Wow, Janis was a lot nicer with you," want to hang out with Cady and I after school?"

"Uh.." You looked to Gretchen, who immediately shook her head and pulled you closer to her.

"She has plans with us." Gretchen replied, which was true. You pretty much did stuff with your girlfriends every day.

"Damn, bummer. Catch ya later then," Janis said as her and Cady entered the class, you and Gretchen followed them in.

You couldn't help feeling bad for letting Gretchen turn them down, wondering how your night could have gone if you said yes.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Karen Shetty x G!preader

Karen pulling reader into a hallway closet and giving her head (you don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable)

Couple of Idiots

|| Karen Shetty x fem!reader

|| Warnings; smut, short drabble, reader has a packer, Karen giving reader a bj, orgasm mentions, hints at public sex kink

|| Summary; when Karen realizes reader is packing, she quickly pulls her into the closest hideaway spot.

Requests open!

Started; october 27th

Finished; october 27th

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Were you and Karen supposed to be in class? Yes, but Karen had felt your packer when she placed her foot against your clothed area under the table. She'd been testing a theory she was wondering about all day. Turns out, she was right. And so you were dragged off to the closest janitor closet.

When the two of you got there, she pressed you up against the wall. Getting a small gasp out of you as you tried not to knock over the mop bucket. Karen giggled and smiled, her hand going to your clothed packer.

"Baby.." She purred, you've been around her long enough to know exactly what that purr and look in her eyes meant. Karen wanted you; you had no complaints about that.

"Kare.." You murmured, hands going to your pants and getting them down, followed by your underwear. Leaving your packer exposed. It was realistic, which only served to turn Karen on more. She got down to her knees, bringing the fake dick up to her lips and kissing the tip. Your heart nearly stopped at the sight as she watched you suck you off.

Her cheeks hallowed out, her head bobbing up and down. The sight turned you on and you could feel the heat collecting. Karen kept up her movements, her hand that wasn't on the packer came up and gripped your hip. Her nails digging into your skin. Your head leaned back against the wall, cheeks flushed as you watched your girlfriend blow you. The sounds filled the closet as the silicone dick got more and more wet. Drenched in Karen's saliva. When she was satisfied, you pulled her up and kissed her deep. Your tongues mixed together as she pulled her own pants down, then pulled you and the silicone closer. Her hand rubbing it to mix in the saliva before she pushed it inside herself. The kiss breaking as Karen gasped and moaned.

"Oh, God.." She whimpered, you put your hand to the wall across for support as you adjusted. Making the two of you more comfortable.

"Shh, before we get caught." You whispered and she just smiled at you, your hips moving in sync as she bounced on the packer.

Karen made a string of moans that she tried to keep quiet, but failed pretty miserably so you cupped her mouth with your hand. Trying to silence and muffle her. Luckily it was still class time, it would be pretty unlikely for anyone to hear you. With the thrill of getting caught, it didn't take her long to come undone against you. Her orgasm hitting her hard as her legs shook, you helping to keep her balance. The two of you got your clothes back on and snuck off to the bathroom for a quick clean up. Grinning like a couple of idiots.

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Karen Shetty Masterlist

Couple of Idiots

-when Karen realizes reader is packing, she quickly pulls her into the closest hideaway spot.

(smut.)

You Were The Best

-when helping Karen with her geography homework, reader can't help getting a little distracted.

(smut.)

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karen finally getting some love in my inbox

just for my second ask for her 🫡

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NorthShore Nowheres part 1

part 2 || part 3

|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader (bit of Cady x fem!reader) (btw I myself am poly)

|| Warnings: loosely follows the movie musical, with reader being Aaron (slight dialogue changes to fit Y/N), light swearing

|| Summary: you're the leader of the NorthShore Nowheres biker gang/clique. The plastics take an interest in you, but so has Cady...

Requested by Anon!

Requests open!

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The sound of your motorcycle filled the parking lot as you zipped through and parked in your usual spot, taking your helmet off and twisting your head slightly in a way that fixed your hair. For the plastics, who had been watching you from the side steps of the school, time seemed to play in slow motion. Watching as you flick your hair and get off your bike. Your walk radiating pure confidence. The girls shared a look with one another.

"We're all in agreement?" Regina asked her girlfriends, who nodded and looked back at you. Watching as you walked past them, heading up the steps and giving the school's polycue a wink.

You sat in AP Calculus. Not listening to a word Ms Norbury was saying as she stood at the front, hands on her hips and looking out at the rows of students. You simply folded a paper airplane and tossed it at some random kid next to you, making another stifle a laugh as you smirked. The student swatted the paper plane away.

"Y/N L/N." Ms Norbury gave you that signature warning look, which made you roll your eyes and she continued on with her lecture," Chapter one! Limits and their properties. What the heck are limits, you say? If I write out the equation..."

You started zoning out, hand on your chin and elbow on your desk as you stared at the board blankly.

"The limit equals 3." A voice from behind you spoke up, pulling you from your day dreams.

"That's right." Ms Norbury said, sounding surprised. " Let's try another one. Find the value for K for which the following limit exists."

"K equals -3." The girl says again.

"Damn, girl!" Some mathlete kid piped up.

You looked behind at the girl and smirked," Wow. Are you trying to make the rest of us look like dumbasses?"

"No- I'm- I'm not- trying to it's just sort of happening..." She replied, stuttering as she stared at you. Adorable. You laughed.

"Oh? Is that how it is? Okay. Well..." You leaned a little closer," challenge accepted."

You turned around, looking down at your paper with a sigh. The new girl on your mind. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out your pen then gently trailed your hand through your hair as you began working on your paper. Why did you sign up for AP Cal? This class was going to kill you.

Behind you, you heard something fall to the ground and looked to see Cady's pen. You bent down and picked it up, handing it to her with a smile before looking at the board again. You could have sworn you heard music coming from somewhere...

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After school, you were outside with some of your biker gang. Just chatting and hanging out as you fidgeted with your phone. You happened to notice Cady watching you and gave her a small wave. Then turned your attention towards your gang again; when Cady almost got hit by the bus, your eyes widening slightly. You debated going to check on her. But she said that she was okay. Which made you sigh with relief from where you stood a bit away.

~~~

The following day, you and your gang sat at your usual lunchtable. Rough housing with each other, laughing and spreading gossip as you usually do. You glanced over at the plastics table, watching as Regina got up and walked away.

Karen and Gretchen were talking with Cady. "So, have you seen any guys you think are cute yet?" Karen asked.

"Oh, um- not a guy- but well actually there's this girl in my Calculus class." Cady responded.

"Ohhh, a senior! Who is it?" Gretchen replied.

"Ah, Y/N L/N." Cady replied, Karen and Gretchen shared a panicked look.

"You can't like Y/N L/N!" Gretchen said quickly.

"No, no bad, danger." The danger Karen said was loud enough to get your attention, you glanced at them in confusion then rolled your eyes and focused on your group again. Getting shoved by one of your friends who you playfully shoved back and smirked at.

"We're after her so you can't have her." Gretchen states, looking over at you and your gang's table," Crushes are off limits for friends that's just like the rules of feminism."

One of your friends in your gang wrapped an arm around you and started filming a TikTok. Instinctively you winked at the camera then laughed slightly and looked at your friend, who's name was Julia. But no one called her that, pretty much everyone referred to her as Jules. "Jules, girlie. What weird trend are you hoping on now?" You asked with your usual charming smile. Two things you had a reputation for. Being a bad girl. And then your charm, even if you weren't overly popular people still loved you. You just weren't Apex Predator worthy. Possibly like whatever was a few chains down from that, though.

"That one silent review trend. Featuring you." Jules pointed at you and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Definitely tag me in that." She nodded and you gave her shoulder a gentle pat.

~~~

At the end of the day, you and your gang hanged out at your usual bench. With you sprawled out across it and Jules laying across you. You guys were close friends, though there were rumours you were a thing. One of your friends made a joke and you laughed, though it was cut short as the plastics walked over. Regina with her arms folded, Gretchen and Karen following behind.

Regina's intimidation was enough to scare Jules off you (and the rest of your gang). They excused themselves as you sat up, watching the three in confusion. Once again you swore you heard music... with faint jungle sounds?

"Something I can do for you?" You folded your arms, a little annoyed Regina scared off your friends.

"You. Us." Regina gestures to herself, Gretchen and Karen," Date to the movies Friday night. Wear something nice." She looks you up and down, you glance at your baggy jeans and leather jacket before looking at Regina again.

"Is this you inviting me into your polycue?" If you're being honest, you have wanted them for a while. You just didn't want to risk making a fool of yourself. Regina's gaze tells you everything you need to know, so you nod." Alright. Friday night."

Regina smiles and walks over, kissing your cheek before looking towards Cady who had been watching. She beckons Cady over and then walks away from you. Gretchen and Karen linking arms as they giggle, Gretchen sending you a wink. Your face flushes and you look away, making a mental note to be extra careful. The last thing you wanted to do was piss off all three.

~~~

Feedback is welcomed! Probably going to make this a 3 part story (maybe longer depending), each part being about a half an hour chunk of the movie with extra bits added in between. Just so this doesn't become overly long, yk?

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Lunch First

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader speaks multiple languages, not a whole lot of dialogue, brief swearing and mentions of feeling nauseous/death but nobody dies, hints at smut at the end but nothing actually said

|| Summary; when taking a trip to New York, reader gets to show off her language skills! The girls are pretty damn impressed.

Started; December 12th

Finished; December 12th

Anon Request; Poly!plastics x fem!reader- r is polyglot (fluent in several languages) but the girls never knew until one day while they were all in the city R is approached by someone not speaking English, looking for directions, and they girls are confused, but r jumps straight into helping them. Then when the girls go out to lunch Gina wanted to go to an authentic Italian restaurant, and the restaurant owners are a family-friend to r, so r breaks out into her Italian when greeting the owners and when ordering. And the girls becoming shocked slightly turned on, because r knows yet another language. And then when the girls go shopping at whatever luxury clothing store they go to, r brings out another language. So they ask how many she knows, so r list all of the languages she’s fluent in, one of them being Hindi, and Karen’s like “So that’s why you’re my parents favorite” ~🌱

Author Note; appreciate the patience, 🌱 Anon! I know this one took a while to get out. Hope you like it 🫶 Accidentally posted it by mistake before it was done, whoopsie 😬

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The plastics had taken you out to the big city for a little fun, the trip paid for by Regina. The four of you walked around New York together. Gretchen and Karen had their arms linked while you held Regina's hand. Worried about getting lost in the large crowds. You knew this city could get busy, even on their sidewalks. But clearly you'd underestimated just how busy. The movies never do it justice. You'd been here before too and every time it still shocked you.

That's when someone approached the four of you. Looking a little nervous, lost even. They were asking you for directions in a language that clearly confused your girlfriends but rolled effortlessly off your tongue. You told them where to go, helping them through the map they held. They thanked you before heading off in the direction you'd given. Your girls stared at you. What language even was that? Heck if they knew but damn. It sounded hot coming out of you. Regina instinctively pulled you a little closer to her. A possessive need to her touch. One that didn't go unnoticed by you.

The girls decided to leave their questions for now, after all the four of you were getting pretty hungry. So, you worked together to come up with some idea of a place you could go for lunch. Finding that to be more important. Besides, it wasn't unusual for someone to know more than one language. The plastics knew at least one other themselves.

"What about an authentic Italian restaurant?" Regina suggested, glancing at her phone to look at the places New York had to offer. Your shoulders relaxed at that one, you had family friends here who owned a restaurant like that. Part of the reason you'd been to New York before this trip was to visit them.

"That's perfect! I know a place," and now you were the one leading the way. It actually wasn't too far from where you were anyways, luckily enough. So, you went by foot.

Gretchen and Karen exchanged a glance with grins, both excited for this. They'd get to go to a fancy restaurant? Sign them up.

"Ooo, I bet it just looks the cutest!" Gretchen smiled, Karen giggled and nodded in agreement.

"I bet it will have plants!" Karen replied, both girls continued talking about their ideas of what the restaurant will look like. Regina occasionally throwing in her own idea. If only to amuse Gretchen and Karen, because you were focused on getting them there. Regina wasn't going to distract you. Not yet, anyway.

Getting there was easier than you'd thought it would be. You were glad you remembered the direction your parents had gone with you in. The doors opened with that familiar bell, being greeted by the host. Who was the son of the owner and one of your friends. He smiled when he recognized you. The two of you talking excitedly in Italian. He was surprised to see you, but happy nonetheless. Your girls found themselves shocked again. You knew Italian, too? At this point, what language didn't you know? They'd have to find a chance to ask you about it. Curiosity winning the battle against them. Lunch first, though.

When lunch was done, you and the girls took some photos. You made sure to have a long catch up conversation with your family friends. All of them happy to see you and meet the plastics. Having heard quite a bit about them before.

It wasn't long until you and your girlfriends were onto the next thing. Shopping! A personal favourite to your girls. This time Regina led the way. She knew where all the fancy spots were in New York. She was going to hit as many as she could before nightfall.

Regina led them everywhere. By this point, your feet were honestly starting to kill you. You weren't even in heels, unlike Regina and Gretchen. Seriously. You didn't know how they did it. You'd be dead if that were you.

"We have to go to this one!" Regina pointed to a store that's name was written in French. You wondered if it would be French owned. Regina dragged the three of you inside. The shop was stunning. Way out of your own pay grade, that's for damn sure. Some of the prices in here made you feel nauseated at the thought. Regina, however, seemed to be in perfect bliss. Rich people. You shook your head at the thought, though it was a little amusing.

"Baby, come here! This would look stunning on you!" Regina called you over with an impatient hand wave. You followed her over, looking at the outfit she picked out for you. Your mouth went dry at the price. Jesus, fuck.

"Ah! Celui-ci fait partie de notre collection vintage! Aimez-vous?" The employee asked with a smile, you looked to her with a nod.

Translation; This one is part of our vintage collection! Do you like it?

"C'est bluffant!" You chatted with the employee, her telling you everything about the outfit. Answering the questions you had for her. Speaking in fluent French. Regina stood next to you, wide eyed. She could only catch a few words here and there. French was never her strong subject, that's for sure.

Translation; it's stunning!

When you were done talking with the employee, you looked to Regina. Who was eyeing you with more interest than usual. Even Gretchen and Karen had popped their heads around the corner when they heard your voice speak yet another language.

"Okay, this is just getting stupid. How many languages do you know?" Regina asked.

You had to actually think about it before you gave them a pretty big list," oh. And I speak Hindi too," you finished.

Karen seemed to come to an understanding at that last bit," so that's why you're my parents favourite."

You shrugged, feeling a little proud at all the languages you could speak. Especially with the bedroom eyes it earned you from Regina.

"I think we can go back to the hotel now." Regina stated, Gretchen nodded in agreement. You were able to read between the lines of that and your cheeks flushed. Feeling that familiar heat.

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perhaps could you write a karen smut fic? like, reader is tutoring karen (established relationship or not, up to you!!) and it eventually gets a bit spicy? thank you!

You Were The Best

|| Karen Shetty x fem!reader

|| Warnings; smut, mirror use, praise kink, Karen receiving, biting, fingering, orgasm

|| Summary; when helping Karen with her geography homework, reader can't help getting a little distracted.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

~~~

Karen had you over at her place; being her girlfriend often meant helping her out with homework. But you hardly minded. Besides, it meant that you got to spend more time with her. Tonight's homework was geography, which wasn't too bad. You guys were colouring in and naming a world map. Something that you would have a test on later this week.

"And over here is Canada," You pointed to the country above America, looking at Karen to make sure she understood. She gave you a nod and went to write it, but paused when she realized she couldn't spell the word. Karen looked up at you expectantly. You laughed a bit and gave her a gentle smile," C-a-n-a-d-a." You spelt it out, pausing after each word and waiting until she had it written down. You checked it over and nodded, giving her a kiss on the cheek that made her smile.

Your eyes look into her own and you can't help but take a moment to admire her. Karen was stunning, you loved her more than you could ever say into words. And she felt just the same. Before you knew it, your lips were against hers as you kissed her. Hand wrapping around her waist, palm pressing into the small of her back. Pulling her impossibly closer.

Karen kissed you back with ease. She loved kissing you, she loved you. You were her everything. And she didn't always know how to express that. But she really tried. After all, Karen only wanted the best for you. Because in her eyes, you were the best. The best thing that could have possibly happened to her. Even Gretchen was fond of you, which honestly? Was more than enough confirmation for Karen.

Lips danced against lips, soft sounds filled the room as you got more handsy with each other. Then, in your fogged one track mind, you got an idea. Having fantasied about it many times. You parted the kiss, looking Karen up and down with a smirk. "C'mere." You took her hand, pulling her over to the body mirror she had.

She looked a little confused by the whole thing; but followed you despite that. That's just how Karen was. Even if she had no idea what was really going on, she trusted you and would follow you everywhere. You smiled at that and got each other's clothes off. Karen watched as your fingers worked with the fabric, then pulled them off her. "What are you-?" She had started to ask, but you answered her question by pushing Karen against the mirror. Karen's arms rested against the cold surface, providing some space between them. Allowing her to look at herself.

You pressed up against Karen's back, an almost purr like sound leaving your lips. Watching her in the mirror. You moved her hair aside, planting sloppy kisses to her neck. Leaving occasional bites," look at you." You murmured against her skin and Karen shivered," so beautiful. And so... wet.. all for me." Your fingers went down between her folds, feeling and hearing the wetness. Seeing it in the mirror as your fingers played with her. Pressing Karen's clit. Gliding along her folds with feather like touches. Bringing moans from Karen's mouth. Her legs trembled under your touch, backing up further against you. Trying to be as close as she could.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling wet yourself. But you kept your focus on the girl in front of you. Once she was wet enough, your finger slipped in with ease. One finger first, letting her get used to it. Then another before pumping at a slow pace. Karen tensed up at the feeling, unable to do anything but moan and tremble. You kept it slow, letting her take the time she needed. Then gradually moved faster. Faster. Until all that filled the room was the sounds of Karen's moans and the sloppy wet sounds your fingers caused every time you pumped into her.

Karen arched her back into you, your name falling from her lips as you kissed her neck. Murmuring sweet praises. It didn't take Karen long for her to cum on your fingers, legs trembling more than they'd been before. You helped her through her high before settling and helping her clean up. Yeah, Karen loved you.