#lgbtqia+ comfort

[unetherian]

STOP SCROLLING !

⭐: don't forget that you are loved and important to me and the whole community <3 you are valid, never forget that.

🌌: Drink water! Come on! A big glass of water, just for me!

🌈: If the weather is nice and it's safe outside, I invite you to take a little walk, it will really do you good <3 if you can't, put on some music that you really like to create a good atmosphere where you live (or use headphones)

🌺: Have you thought about cleaning your body? I know it can be hard to accept your appearance, especially when you have species or gender dysphoria. But if your body is not you, maybe you can become its friend? Take care of it, and take care of yourself.

🌿: Did you eat at your last meal??? If not, please try at least a little cake, a little fruit, you need to eat, you are too valid to hurt yourself like that

🍄: Remember to rest a little when you have some time for yourself, it's important <3

[lgbtq-userboxes]

[inho-gihun]

gay sex. reblog if agree

[pokimoko]

If you're still doing the pride flag animal things..

Could you do an aroace Jaguar or Raven?

I just thought they might look cool.

An aroace raven is very cool, I agree. Here ya go!

[millymints]

yuri for comfort 🩷

[unholy-fabray]

hey. if you are a queer/trans person who is feeling hopeless and overwhelmed by the election results, i just want to tell you this:

we have existed as long as humanity itself has existed. through every monarchy, every presidency, every dark age and revolution, queer people have existed. we have survived and lived and thrived and loved. in the face of an unwelcoming society, we have always carved out our own niches where we can find community, strength, and peace.

we survived 2004. we survived 2016 and 2020. we will survive this, too. i promise you.

please stay safe, take care of each other, and if you ever feel like it's over - i suggest reading about our queer elders and ancestors who lived through time periods that were even more dangerous and hostile. i always find strength and solidarity in their stories.

but most importantly: hold onto one another, build each other up, and love one another. we will get through this.

[asidian]

Alright. It is time. Buckle up.

Why you should be watching Dead Boy Detectives: the targeted-specifically-at my-readers edition.

Meet the leads, our two ghost boys:

Edwin Payne: Fussy, repressed intellectual type from the Edwardian era. Exceedingly gay for his partner and best friend. Tortured in hell for seventy years on a technicality because he was ritually sacrificed as a prank gone wrong. Endearingly awful at people and dealing with emotions or his own wants.

Charles Rowland: Impulsive, people-pleasing wildcard from the 80s. Heart eyes 24/7 at his best friend but has zero self-awareness. Badly abused by his asshole of a father. Beaten to death because he saved a kid from bullies. Endearingly awful at sorting his own emotions or talking about his problems.

Some highlights:

/slaps hood you can fit so much trauma in these two

Both leads get sobbing breakdowns that happen on screen. The actors are incredible at crying

Both leads get much-needed hugs

The absolute devotion between the two of them. The shared history that lives in their dialogue and how they work together like people who have been each other's Most Important Person for literal decades

I mean, I'm talking in-canon Orpheus and Eurydice reference level of devotion here

The protective way Charles puts himself physically between Edwin and damn near every threat in the show

They're just fun together. Their interactions and banter and how they work as a team is a delight

Their shared plot arc literally involves them learning to talk to each other and communicate more so that they can be there for one another about their respective issues

The symbolism. God. They are metaphorically and literally one another's light in the darkness

But what about stuff that isn't the main duo? Just wait, there's more:

This show is unabashedly, unapologetically queer. It's there in the text and the subtext. The whole show lives and breathes it

So many good, complex, well-written female characters. The Bechdel test gets blown straight out of the water in episode one and they never look back. Headstrong amnesiac psychic learning to be a better person! Quirky meta commentary matchmaker! Cynical lesbian butcher! Delightfully sadistic witch! They are all amazing.

[audience voice] But I'm here for the hurt/comfort. How can I whump ghosts? Worry not, my friends. Canon has you covered. Not only are there ways, there are ways that happen on-screen. The hurt/comfort and rescue are also on-screen. Yes, it is amazing

Absolute chaos, really cool supernatural cases and creatures, a surprising amount of humor, charming writing, and a cast that absolutely nails it on the acting and chemistry

There is an extremely suggestive trickster type who is also the king of cats. He's a cat in human form. He hits on Edwin nonstop. Charles gets blisteringly jealous

All of the leads have well-thought-through, fully developed, emotional character arcs. They're all messy and flawed and sometimes lash out in their pain, but at turns can be incredibly supportive and kind and loyal

A character who is a crow who is also a boy, who is tortured by his witch/creator and also is crushing hard on one of the leads

There are so many incredible details in the setting, costume choices, prop decisions, etc. that you only catch after you know what it's laying the groundwork for. The level of care that went into this show is phenomenal

It's only eight episodes. The time investment barrier to entry could not possibly be lower

Anyway, tl;dr, if any of this sounds appealing to you, you should give this show a watch.

Dead Boy Detectives is well worth your time. It's easily my favorite show in years.

[dandandanny]

Reading Nick and Charlie again. Had to stop myself watching Heartstopper again. So reading this... then I will read something outside of the Osemanverse... maybe!!!!

[rizzlesregal13]

Feral Raccoons & Fever Dreams

***Pure Fluff & Pure Indulgence - When you come down with the flu & Agatha is there to look after you***

It was the rattling of the front door handle that jolted me awake, cutting through the thick haze of fever and exhaustion.

When I’d came home from work earlier in the day, my only priority had been to snuggle up under my duvet and ride out the germs that were taking over my body.

Now as I pushed myself upright, every muscle ached and my head pounded. My throat felt raw, my nose completely blocked, and for a moment, I just sat there, dazed, as my sluggish mind struggled to process what I’d just heard.

There it was again…

The distinct sound of hinges whining and the front door creaking open.

My heart lurched in my chest, instinct kicking in before reason could. I reached blindly under my bed, fingers curling around the familiar worn handle of the baseball bat I never got rid of… just in case.

I swung my legs out of bed, my vision swimming, and padded toward the top of the stairs, bat raised. My breath came ragged through my blocked nose, every inch of me aching, but I tightened my grip, ready to swing if I had to.

Then I saw her.

Agatha, stood in the front hall, one brow arched, her wavy brunette hair spilling over her shoulders, a bag of groceries tucked under her arm, and the key I’d given her held up between two fingers.

She met my fevered stare and smirked.

“I’d say it’s good to see you, but considering you look like a ghost with a grudge, I might take that back.”

My grip on the baseball bat loosened as relief flooded me, leaving me lightheaded. I exhaled, half in exhaustion, half in exasperation.

“Jesus, Agatha, you nearly scared the life out of me!”

She hummed, slipping the key into her coat pocket as she nudged the door shut with her hip.

“You really thought someone was breaking in? In this weather?”

She gestured toward the window, where rain poured against the glass.

I blinked blearily. I hadn’t even noticed.

I started down the stairs, the wood creaking beneath my feet as Agatha moved forward, reaching for me, but stopping short.

“Christ, you look awful.”

I didn’t even have the energy to be offended.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I rasped, swaying slightly.

Agatha sighed, rolling her eyes before grabbing my arm, steadying me with a firm grip.

“You weren’t answering your phone, and knowing you, I figured you were either unconscious, dead, or too stubborn to admit you needed help.” She raised a manicured brow. “Seems like a mix of all three.”

I grumbled something unintelligible, too tired to argue.

Agatha huffed, shaking her head before pressing the back of her hand to my forehead.

“Ugh. Y/N you’re burning up. You’re useless like this.”

I managed a weak glare. “I was sleeping.”

She just tutted at me. “Yeah, well, now you’re awake. And since I’m already here, you’re going to let me take care of you.”

It wasn’t a request.

She didn’t wait for my protest, just looped an arm around my waist and started guiding me back up the stairs. I felt too exhausted to fight her, so I let her half-drag me towards my room, the warmth of her body steady against my own.

“Why do you even have a bat?” she muttered, side-eyeing it as I let it clatter to the floor.

I sniffed weakly. “Old habits from when I lived in New York.”

Agatha scoffed. “You live in the suburbs now. What, are you worried about feral raccoons?”

I wanted to say something snarky back, but I didn’t answer, instead, I leaned against her as the fever threatened to pull me under again. I heard her sigh, but she didn’t complain, she just kept me upright until we reach my bedroom.

She sat me on the bed, then disappeared into the en-suite, a moment later returning with a damp face cloth.

“You didn’t have to come,” I mumble. “I don’t want you getting sick too”.

Agatha rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away, dabbing the cool cloth against my forehead with surprising gentleness.

“Please,” she said dryly. “You think this is enough to take me down? I’ve survived worse.”

And I was under no illusion she most definitely had…

I huffed a weak laugh, though it immediately turned into a dry cough. Agatha sighed, shaking her head as she set the cloth aside.

“You sound disgusting.”

I shot her a tired glare. “Wow. Who said romance was dead?”

She smirked, as she brushed a strand of damp hair away from my face. “You knew what you signed up for.”

I did. I knew exactly who Agatha was… the sharp edges, the wicked sarcasm, the exasperated eye rolls she pretended were all she had to offer. But I also knew this side of her, the one not everyone got to see. The one that showed up, late on a random wednesday night with groceries, who let herself into my house, and who put up with my fevered nonsense without hesitation

She stood up abruptly. “You need fluids and some paracetamol.”

“I need sleep,” I mumbled, already sinking back down onto the mattress.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care.”

I barely registered the sound of Agatha heading back downstairs, the fever dragging me back towards unconsciousness.

I could hear the faint rustle of the grocery bag downstairs and the clink of something against the kitchen counter.

Agatha moved through my house with an ease that still surprised me sometimes. Even though we didn’t live together, she’d made herself at home in ways I’d never expected. She knew where I kept the glasses, what drawer held the medicine, which cabinet held the tea she pretends she doesn’t like but always drinks whenever she’s here.

I closed my eyes, intending to rest just for a second, but the fever fog made time slippery. It felt like only a moment before Agatha was back, standing over me with a sports drink, a strip of paracetamol, and the unmistakable air of someone who would force-feed me if necessary.

“Alright, sit up.”

“Can’t.” I groaned in protest.

Agatha let out a long-suffering sigh before she set the bottle down and reached for me. With far too little effort, she hauled me up, steadying me with a hand against my back.

“You're so dramatic.”

“You woke me up for this.”

“Yeah, because I like you alive.” She rolled her eyes. “Now open up.”

She handed me two pills, then twisted the cap off the drink and held it out to me. I took both without complaint, sipping slowly, the cold liquid easing some of the rawness in my throat.

Agatha watched me, arms crossed, brow slightly furrowed. It was subtle, but I knew her well enough to see it, the worry she wouldn’t admit to.

I lowered the drink, leaning my head back against the pillows.

“You really didn’t have to come all the way here,” I rasped.

She tutted, pressing the back of her hand to my forehead again.

“And let you die alone in this sad little house?” She scoffed. “Not a chance.”

I smirked weakly. “Wow. You do care.”

She clicked her tongue. “Don’t start rumours.” But I saw the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips, and felt the way her fingers lingered against my flushed skin.

She stood up, brushing imaginary dust from her jeans.

“Alright, you’re drugged up, hydrated, and slightly less pathetic. I’d say my work here is done.”

I blinked up at her. “You’re leaving?”

Agatha tilted her head, considering me with those sharp blue eyes, a glint of mischief flickering across them.

“Nope,” she said casually, as if the thought of leaving had never seriously crossed her mind.

She grabbed the throw blanket from the bottom of the bed, and draped it over her shoulders like a cape before settling down on the bed next to me.

"You don’t have to stay,” I murmured, my eyelids already growing heavy again.

She shot me a look, her brow raised. “You really think I’d leave you like this?”

I swallowed, my throat still raw. “You hate sick people.”

“I hate needy sick people,” she corrected, shifting to get comfortable. “You’re tolerable.”

I smirked weakly. “Gee, thanks.”

I watched her for a moment, the dim glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows over her face. She looked comfortable, like she belonged here, like this wasn’t just some late night rescue mission but something normal, something expected.

Maybe, in a way, it was.

I shifted slightly, but before I could even think about adjusting the duvet, Agatha was already moving. She reached over, pulling the covers higher over me. It was a simple gesture, but it made something warm settle deep in my chest.

“You’ll probably gonna catch this, you know,” I murmured, my voice getting croaker.

Agatha scoffed, rolling onto her side to face me. “Please. I don’t get sick.”

I raised a skeptical brow.

She smirked, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “But if I do, I’ll make sure you suffer twice as much when you take care of me.”

I let out a breathy laugh, weak but genuine. “Sounds about right.”

I shifted against her, the feel of her body next to mine, giving me more comfort and relief than any cold or flu medication ever could.

Her fingers moved up to my hair, nails grazing lightly against my scalp in a slow, soothing motion. A shiver ran down my spine, but not from the fever this time.

I let out a sigh, my body instinctively melting further into her warmth. The exhaustion that had been weighing me down all night didn’t feel as heavy anymore, not with her here, not with her touch settling me in a way nothing else could.

“You’re like a cat,” Agatha mused, her voice low, amused. “Curling up against me like I’m your personal heater.”

I hummed against her shoulder, too tired to argue. “You’re warm.”

“Of course I am.” I could hear the smirk in her voice. “I run on pure spite.”

I managed a weak chuckle, and her fingers stilled in my hair for just a second before she continued, her movements slower, more deliberate this time.

A comfortable silence settled between us. Agatha didn’t speak, didn’t tease, just kept running her fingers through my hair, her nails tracing soothing circles against my scalp. It was such a small thing, but it made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t realised I needed.

My fevered mind drifted, the warmth of her, the gentle touch, lulling me into something close to sleep.

“You’re not staying all night, are you?” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha shifted slightly, just enough to pull the blankets up higher over both of us.

“I’m not going anywhere, hon,” she murmured, her breath warm against my temple. “Someone needs to keep watch for those feral raccoons of yours,” she teased.

I didn’t have the energy to keep up with her sarcasm. Instead, I just let my body relax, my head sinking into the pillow. Agatha reached over, her fingers finding mine under the blankets, her grip steady and warm.

“Sleep,” she murmured, softer now.

And this time, with her beside me, I did.

***

I jolted awake, my breath ragged, my body now drenched in a cold sweat. My fever-riddled mind still clung to the edges of the dream that had swallowed me whole; flashes of distorted faces, whispered voices that melted away the second I opened my eyes. My pulse pounded in my ears, and for a split second, I wasn’t sure where I was.

Then the soft glow of the bedside lamp flickered on, and a familiar voice, low and steady, cut through the haze.

“Easy, hon,” Agatha murmured, her fingers already brushing the damp hair away from my forehead. “It was just a fever dream. You’re alright.”

I blinked at her, trying to steady myself, to push past the disorientation. She was sitting up beside me, her expression unreadable, but her touch was gentle.

It wasn’t until my eyes adjusted to the light that I noticed…

Gone were her dark jeans and simple green jumper. Instead, she wore one of my old college T-shirts, the fabric loose and worn over her body. I blinked again, sluggish.

“Are you wearing my T-shirt?”

Agatha arched a brow, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

“Your fever must really be frying your brain if that’s what you’re focusing on.”

I huffed out a breath, my body too drained to manage a proper retort.

“Just… wasn’t expecting it,” I mumbled, my voice rough from sleep and the soreness of my throat.

I let my head fall back against the pillow, my body still aching like a bitch. But the fever haze was lifting slightly, and with it, my awareness of just how long she must have been here.

“…Have you had any sleep?” I rasped.

Agatha scoffed. “Not much, thanks to you.”

I frowned, guilt creeping in. “You should’ve gone home.”

She gave me a pointed look. “Right. And let you drown in your own sweat, probably forgetting to take your meds? Sure, great plan.”

I sighed, but there was no fight left in me. Instead, I let my gaze linger on her, the way she looked so comfortable in my space. The way her sharp blue eyes softened just slightly as she watched me, as if she were still trying to convince herself I was okay.

“…You look good in my shirt,” I muttered, my fevered brain too sluggish to filter the thought before it slipped out.

Agatha blinked, then let out a low chuckle, shaking her head.

“Unbelievable. You’re half-dead and still trying to flirt.”

I gave her a weak smirk. “What can I say, I can’t help it”.

Agatha rolled her eyes, but there was the smallest dusting of pink high on her cheekbones.

She sighed dramatically, shifting closer before pressing the back of her hand to my forehead again.

“Alright, Casanova, let’s worry about getting you feeling better before you start making declarations of love, yeah?”

“You know I do love you,” I murmured, my voice rough, barely above a whisper.

Agatha’s fingers stilled against my forehead. For a second, she didn’t say anything, and I cracked my eyes open, fighting through the exhaustion just to see her reaction.

She was watching me, her blue eyes unreadable, but something in her expression had softened… just a fraction, just enough for me to see it.

Then, like clockwork, she scoffed. “Yeah, well, you’re delirious, so I’m not sure that counts.”

I let out a weak chuckle, though it barely carried any strength.

“You know I mean it.”

She didn’t roll her eyes this time. She didn’t deflect. Instead, she exhaled slowly, then leaned in just enough to press a kiss to my forehead. It was quick, barely more than a brush of her lips, but the warmth of it lingered.

“I know,” she murmured. “I love you too”.

The words settled over me, warm and steady, like she wasn’t just saying them because I was sick, like she meant them in the way she always did things—with certainty, with intention.

A weak, lopsided smile tugged at my lips. “You do?”

My voice was rough, barely above a whisper, but I couldn’t help myself.

Agatha rolled her eyes, but her hand moved against my cheek, her thumb brushing along my skin.

“Obviously.”

I let out a breathy laugh, though it barely had any strength behind it. “Took you long enough.”

She huffed, shaking her head, but there was no real exasperation in it. It was just her. Just us.

“Don’t get used to it,” she teased, but her voice was quieter now, softer.

I could feel sleep creeping in again, my body still aching, but the fever didn’t feel as heavy anymore. Not with her here. Not with the warmth of her beside me, her hand still cradling my face like I was something precious.

“Too late,” I murmured weakly, exhaustion pulling at me, but the lingering unease from the fever dream still clung to my skin. I didn’t want to close my eyes just yet. I didn’t want to get lost again in the murky delirium of my fever.

“Just talk to me,” I rasped, my throat raw. “Anything. Please.”

Agatha exhaled, her thumb absently brushing along the back of my hand where it now rested against her stomach. The fabric of my old T-shirt balled in my hand.

“Talk to you, huh?” she murmured, amusement laced in her voice, though there was no real mockery behind it. “What, should I read you a bedtime story?”

I let out a weak chuckle, my voice still hoarse. “Something like that.”

She hummed, thoughtful, her fingers absentmindedly tracing light patterns against my arm.

“Alright, let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a stubborn idiot who refused to rest when they were sick...”

I groaned. “Agatha”.

She scoffed, but I could hear the amusement beneath it. There was a pause, then, after a beat, she started speaking—soft, easy, like she didn’t even have to think about it.

She told me about the drive over, about how she nearly cussed out some guy who cut her off. She grumbled about the overpriced cold medicine she’d bought, complained about the sad excuse for groceries I had in the house, muttering about how she should’ve just brought soup instead of trusting that I had anything edible in my fridge.

I let her voice wash over me, familiar and steady, settling me more than anything else could.

At some point, her fingers drifted back up into my hair, nails scratching lightly against my scalp. My body still felt heavy, but my chest felt lighter now, the shadows of my earlier dream fading with every word she spoke.

My eyelids grew heavier, my breathing evening out. I tried to fight it, to hold onto the moment just a little longer, but sleep pulled at me relentlessly.

Agatha must have noticed because she slowed her words, her voice dropping even softer.

“Finally giving in?” she murmured.

I barely had the energy to nod.

Her fingers trailed gently through my hair one last time before settling against my cheek.

“I’m still here, hon,” she said, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. “Go to sleep.”

And this time, I did.

Also on AO3 - Writtenwhiledreaming 💜

[ashlynlovestlou]

Hii! I love your work sm. I was wonder if you can do a fluffy fic (Abby x Reader) were Abby takes care of drunk reader after she drank to much at a part and threw up, can’t wait to keep reading your fics, take your time and thank youuu 💗💗

of course i can ;) ty for the compliment.

cw: mention of vomit without explicit detail (for my ematophobic queens) , abby x reader , fluff without smut , reader shakes after throwing up (i do that so i added it, but idk if anyone else does this)

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you were already tipsy when you arrived at the party, having pregamed with strawberry buzz balls. then, when you actually went to the party, it was drink after drink after drink. at some point during the night, you couldn't remember when, abby had snatched your drink out of your hand, promptly pouring water down your throat.

then she hauled you into a taxi with her, and you both went home. which is how you ended up sitting on the bathroom counter, a trash can in your lap as abby holds your hair back. she's rubbing your back with her big palm, making big circles over your shirt.

"you done?" she asks you softly, moving your hair back and holding it with one hand. with one last hurl, you'd gotten it out of your system. and poor you, abby couldn't help but jut out her bottom lip when you started shaking.

she dampens a rag with warm water in the sink before handing you a piece of gum to rid you of the bitter taste the stomach acid left in your mouth. she wipes your face clean, retreating to your room to fetch you a fresh pair of clothes. she comes back momentarily, obviously helping you change out of your puke-covered clothes. you thank her sleepily as she brushes your hair, kissing your forehead before carrying you to bed and tucking you in.

she leaves the trashcan with a clean bag next to your bedside in case you get sick again, along with a water bottle for when you wake up. she lays with you and cuddles you until your tremors subside and you finally fall asleep.

[s3cr3tsc3n3k1d]

yall does anyone else know who ClawedBeauty_101 is 0_o??? they're lowkey an angel and I wish more ppl knew abt them T-T.

[idontplaytrack]

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

She will be loved

Regina George x fem! reader

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

“You can speak of anger and doubts

Your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it

You can share your so called shame filled accounts

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

Last night, you were on the phone with Regina and something seemed off so you gave her a video call. You were right, because she told you something had happened between her and her Mom. Which unfortunately wasn’t unusual, but so infuriating because you knew what happened. It was usually one of three things— what she ate, what she wore or her grades. Of course, those were the main…quote-unquote, problems. There were always more issues in June’s opinion than meets the eye. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 

She looks at you, then away, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

“Regina.” You insisted.

“No, I don’t. Not now, and not over a FaceTime call.” 

“Okay.” You agreed, “Let me know when you’re ready. If you want to, I’ll come over, or I can pick you up.” 

“Not tonight, I just— I just need to sleep this one off. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

The lack of a nickname addressing you at the end? This was one of her tells that she really wasn’t in the mood, or had the energy to talk. She needed alone time, to calm down and get rest. So you let her off the hook— you said good night to her and hung up. “Good night, I love you.” You said, smiling softly. She forced a smile, “Night.”

“See you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7:15.” 

You were expecting school to be a little rough, and you were right. She was expecting the same too. “G, why do you always get cheese fries? The other options are not all bad.”

“Just not feeling those options, Gretch.” 

Well, it was a genuine question. The school food was great here compared to what you had at your old school. 

“Okay.” Gretchen stopped asking and went back to chatting with Karen. Meanwhile, Regina’s brows were knit together. She seemed to be thinking, but then also…started to seem like she was in distress. “Regina.” You said quietly, looking at her.

She took a deep breath, “I’m fine.” You didn’t buy it, she was already in a bit of a…bad mood after yesterday. Every little interaction like that, it only seemed to push her closer and closer to a breakdown. “I’ll be okay, y/n.” She insisted, “I got this.” No one else at the table noticed. Not Karen, not Gretchen…just you. Her voice was quivering, her eyes— shifty, and glossy. She wasn’t okay. “Do you wanna go home?”

“Home?” She bites back a scoff, “No, thanks.”

“To mine?” You clarified.

“No.” Regina shook her head, she went back to eating her food. You couldn’t help it but keep an eye on her. Why was it so damn hard for her to accept any help? To open up? To you of all people?

After lunch, there were three more classes left. You didn’t have the last two with her so you couldn’t exactly make sure she was alright. You could only hope. 

“I’ll meet you at your locker after the last bell. okay?” You pecked her cheek.

“Okay, baby.” She smiles softly, then evidently biting the inside of her cheek before she turned to leave.  You usually had no problem being away from her but when things got tough, you hated that. You would spend all day, everyday with her if you could. “Hey.” You hear Regina behind you as she tapped your shoulder. Turning around to face her, your greet, “Hi. Let’s go?”

She nodded silently as then took her hand in yours and walked out of school with her. Regina sits in the front with you, like she always does. Except she was just sitting there and staring into space— another bad thing. You had to get her out of that god awful place in her mind.

“Regina, you know this. We gotta talk about it.”

“What’s there that you don’t already know?” She asked, defeated.

You shut your bedroom door, gesturing for Regina to sit down. She does, letting out a sigh as she looked up at you. Her gaze follows you as you moved towards her and sat down in the spot beside her. “I’ll be fine, you know. Always happens, I just need to deal with it until it blows over.”

“What happened, Reg?”

She wanted to scoff but bit back, “Well, you know my mom.”

Of course.

“It’s the same thing, every time, y/n.” Regina replied through gritted teeth, the annoyance within her bubbling up to the surface. “Everytime. ‘Regina, maybe you shouldn’t wear that. It’s too tight, it doesn’t look good.’, ���Regina, leave the cupcakes alone. You’ve had enough food for the day. We gotta watch what we eat’, ‘Regina, have you worked out today?’ I am so sick of it.”

You gazed into her eyes as she revealed all of that and more to you. “She’s been like this my whole life. Why am I still not used to it? Why am I still listening to what she says? I know it’s no good for me, but I just— I can’t stop thinking about what she’s been feeding my mind for the last eighteen years.”

You grabbed her hands and held them in yours, giving them a squeeze. Tears were starting to fall from her eyes…she was blinking profusely, trying to get rid of them, flustered. “It’s okay.” You assured. 

She shook her head, sniffling.

“Regina.” You repeated, “It’s okay. Let it out. All of it.” 

“When I was a kid, she used to make me finish my plate no matter what.” Regina exhaled shakily, “Then when I got older, I listened to my body, you know? I stopped eating when I was full but she’d tell me I was wasting food if I threw out what was left on my plate. I didn’t want her to get mad, so as pissed as I was, I finished my plate. I was pretty active, so it didn’t really affect me. Middle school, puberty happened. My body changed.” 

Wiping away her tears quickly, she continued, “And I always held more weight somehow. Well then, you know what. My eating habits got bad and I’d go days at a time without eating. Then it was the opposite. Now I’ve just been trying to heal from all of that but she’s been making it hell for me and sometimes I cannot do anything but feel like shit for a few days then get back to normal. We’ve been together almost a year, we’re off to college next year. We’re going to be adults but I’m still plagued by childhood problems. It’s ridiculous.” 

“It’s not ridiculous.” You told her, leaning down to catch her gaze, “It’s not. You’ve been putting in a lot of effort to get better and anyone would be stupid to not see that.”

“Really?” She scoffs, “Even when I have days where I literally do nothing but cry about what she’s told me years ago, or do even worse things, because of her?” 

“Yeah. Even then. It takes a lot of strength and courage to push through all that, and pick yourself back up. Which you do, every single time no matter how hard it gets.” 

Her frame seemed less tense by the time she stopped talking. With your thumb brushing over her knuckles, you said, “Regina, I need you to remember that I’ll always be here for you. Not just for the good things, for anything. Tough, sad, infuriating. Anything at all. You are not alone. I’m your partner.” 

She looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes again.

“I know it’s hard, I know why so you don’t have to keep explaining yourself. And I know it seems like I’m offering nothing but companionship. But that’s sort of what a partner is. I’m here, to keep you company. No matter what life throws at you.” 

Another deep sigh falls from her lips before she goes, “Thank you.” 

“I love you.”

A pink hue tinted her tear-stain cheek as she tried to hide a smile. “I love you so much.” You added on.

“I love you too.” She squeezed your hand in return.

“And you know I’d do anything for you.” You smiled while your hand rested on her thigh.

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Regina tensed up slightly at that touch. A harsh exhale was heard from her as you smirked to yourself. “Anything…” Your finger traced her pale skin. You looked up, meeting her eyes once again. Regina had that look, she wanted this. She wanted you. “To prove it.” 

“Do you want me to make you feel good, hm?” Your hand relocated onto her cheek, cupping her face. Like a switch has flipped, she immediately gave in to the temptation and nodded eagerly. Her eyes closed and you leaned in to capture her lips into your own. Fleeting kisses were swiftly followed by longer kisses…ones of desire. A whine slips from her mouth in the midst, sending a rush of heat that pooled between your own thighs. You’d back her up against the headboard, she sat with her legs naturally spread open while you straddled her, your knees on either side of her hips. You hands were grabbing her face, lips having never left hers since they latched on several minutes prior.

Regina whimpers this time. You chuckled, “You want more?” It was a little amusing to see her reduced to nothing but meek little noises when under your control. You loved it though, having slightly more dominance over her than typical. And well? She loves being beneath you, that’s for sure. Her head rolls back on reflex, inviting you to work her neck over. And expectedly, when you’ve hit a certain little spot, you’ve earned your first moan. Smiling to yourself, you continued your action until she got louder and squirmier. “Fuck.” She cursed. 

Your hand moves down south, grabbing a handful of her breast without having to look. Regina panted, the air right by your ear tickled you and sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Take it off.” She grumbled.

“As you wish, baby.” You smirked, reaching back underneath her shirt and unclipping her bra before you detach yourself from her and removed her shirt then got the bra out of the way. Your lips resume its work along her neck, your fingers play with her tit on one hand. You tug on the teat, and she gives you a pretty high pitched moan. “Does that feel good, honey?”

“Yeah—” She says, you didn’t even let her finish that word before you pinched that hardening tip between your fingers. “Shit.” You climb off her, pulling her pants down on the way after getting a hurried nod of approval from her. Settling yourself down between her legs on the mattress, you wasted no time and ran your tongue up and down her slit. Already, she was breathing heavily and you saw her groping her own tits for more stimulation.

“Don’t be shy, now.” You chuckled, thumb moving to rub her clit at the same time your mouth worked. Regina flinches, a muffled noise comes from her. “Don’t hold back, Regina.” Your free hand massaged her thigh, “I want to hear you, baby. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

The strokes of your tongue quickened, becoming firmer and more purposeful. Your hand on her clit then shifts and you instead slide two fingers inside her. Regina gasps, and flinches. Her leg moves out of position slightly but it remained that way, her body gradually getting overcome by increasing pleasure. You two digits pumped in and out of her at a leisurely but consistent pace, making sure you hit her g-spot everytime. That, sends a shock through her body without fail, making her head spin in pleasure. You feel her fingers combing through your hair roughly, keeping your head in place. Your brows were raised briefly but you carried on, “Fuck, right there— right there—” Regina whimpered, strained. “Don’t stop—”

“Mmkay, baby.” You hummed, keeping at this exact pace and place for awhile. You feel her wetness on your chin, but you couldn’t care less. You were lost in the moment, feeling her writhing beneath you, hearing her making all those noises for you. You were drawn to her like moths to a flame, your only priority now was making her feel good and making her come, worshipping this beautiful body of hers. Worshipping every single inch of her.

“You’re so beautiful.” Your mouth and fingers left her entirely, then you clambered back up to meet her face. “You’re my beautiful girl, aren’t you, Regina?” Brushing her cheek, you gave her a smile as you broke away from the kiss. You pulled her down carefully so she now laid on her back, you reattach your lips to the spot on her neck and started to kiss your way downwards…covering every bit of her exposed skin with a smooch. “Fuck—” She whined, “F—I need you, I need you. y/n—”

“Answer the question, Regina.”  You smirked, fondling her tits while hovering over her. She kept quiet so you grabbed at the flesh harder, forcing the lewd noises out of her mouth, followed by impatient nods, “Y—yes— yes— oh, fuck—”

“I’ll be right back.” Kissing her once more, you got off her and then the bed.

“Baby, come on.” She grumbled.

“Just getting the strap, babe.” You winked, “Be patient~”

Regina exhales exasperatedly, looking at you while you walk to your closet and put on the harness behind its door. You’ve gotten her all hot and bothered already and you were absolutely enjoying yourself at this moment. “Open up, baby.” You tapped her thigh and she did as you told her to. Dragging the tip of the shaft along her throbbing cunt, the whining and whimpering from her resumes. “Aw.” You teased, “Are you ready, darling?”

“Yes— yes— oh my God…” She swallowed thickly, nodding her head while she kept looking at you. She knew you would ask for eye contact, so she did it first. 

“Please, do it, please.” Regina pleaded desperately. 

“Oh, good girl.” You smiled cheekily, lining up the tip of the shaft with her entrance. You were swift, pushing into her before she could say anything. All you heard was a low moan when you entered her and gradually bottomed out. “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am.” She replied in a whisper, unintentionally whimpering at the end. You retracted and pushed into her more forcefully, a whimper just erupts from her throat like that. Hearing her just spurs you on, you went faster and faster, plus her noises matched up with your movements. It quite literally feels as though you were ascending into a whole new dimension. The noise of both your skin hitting each other’s, combined with the wetness? Whatever it was, it was obscene and had you weak in the knees. But, you persisted. Your hand was on her knee, pushing that leg of hers up as you continued railing to her. She was babbling…curse words, your name, incoherent noises. Goddamn. Her mind was one clouded mess, miles away by now. 

When Regina’s back arched off the mattress, she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck!”

You looked at her, slightly worried, “You okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” She gasped, “Don’t— don’t stop. That feels so fucking good, baby. Keep going— I’m so close— so close—”

“Alright~” You smiled, relieved and eager, “Don’t hold back, Regina.” You resumed your consistent motion of impaling her, watching her face contort, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She babbled in a daze. “Let it all go, Reg. Let it all go.” 

“God, you’re insane…” She panted, breathless.

“You’re the one gushing now and I’m barely doing anything anymore.” You retorted.

“God, keep going.”

“What?”

“I want more, keep going.” Her voice was airy, soft. “Keep going?”

You nodded, giving her what she wanted and completely disregarding the state of your sheets. “Oh, you’re so hot, baby.” 

“Fuck’s sake.” Regina chewed on her lower lip, “I— I need your mouth— God, fuck—”

Once again, you went along with her happily, pulling out of her then promptly diving back into her cunt, tasting every last drop of her. And yet, she just kept spilling into your mouth. At this point? You couldn’t care less if you drowned. “Damn.” You chuckled, “How far can you go?”

“Push me.” She ordered.

“Well, since you asked…” You shoved your fingers back inside her, assaulting her sensitive spot while lapping her up without complaints. 

Somehow, her pitch got higher, making you giddy. You feel her tightening around your fingers rapidly, and you kept going to push her over the edge again. She came, and she came hard. She even backed away a little, so you immediately stopped. That was it, she didn’t want more and you knew. It’d been discussed��� if she backs away like that, you’d stopped.

With a tentative hand on her thigh, you shushed her, trying to help her find her breath again. “You’re okay, I got you. You’re okay.” 

She nodded, “I know, I know. Oh— my God, I love you.” Hiding her face in her hands to hide the blushing, you brushed her hands away when you crawled back up to lay down next to her. “Look at me.” You held her face in your hand, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She does, and you continue, “I love you. sometimes your mind’s gonna try to convince you otherwise…but, I really, really do. I love you so fucking much and I never want you to forget that.” 

“After all of that? I won’t ever be able to get you out of my mind.” She jokes, her usual smirk on her face.

“I mean it. I love everything about you, every little bit of you. Just like you do me. You are perfect the way you are.” 

Regina kisses you back, snuggling closer to you. “I know you do, and I promise. No more of that ‘keeping things to myself’ next time…I’ll try my best to talk about it, with you, or with a therapist.”

“And if you ever need to get away from your house, please don’t hesitate to come over to my place. Please. Come over here yourself, or call me, or text me. Anything.” 

“Roger that.” She smiled just slightly, which turned into a smirk. “Also, you are freakishly good at whatever that was. Never came this hard in my life.”

“Well, you also did more than that, but…anything for you, eh?” Your fingers traced along her arm. Regina chuckles, “Oh, I’m just as shocked as you are. Sorry about the mess.” 

“I’m not sorry, Reg. They’re just sheets.” You laughed, rubbing her back. “You wanna take a shower? Freshen up?”

“That sounds nice, sure.” 

“Alright.” You got up first, then pulled her up, “Let’s go.” She smacks you on the ass while you walk ahead of her, entering the ensuite bathroom first. You gasped, “Regina.” 

“I think, it’s only fair that you get your turn too now.” She whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your back. “Do you want that, baby girl?”

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