#regina george x y/n

[babysukiii]

not her type

// leighton is a bit sweet on you (the librarian’s student assistant). you begin to fall for the blonde, until you hear her say something that causes you to reconsider your feelings. //

warnings: leighton is an idiot when it comes to emotions, reader is oblivious but so is leighton, misunderstandings, mutual pining don’t let the title fool you, jealousy (leighton gets jealous), kinda angsty

(i changed my username i was @fckoffjakegyllenhaal)

DISCLAIMER; english is not and has never been my first language. i usually edit my works well but don’t have time anymore. sorry for any spelling errors!

leighton didn’t have the most common sense when it came to dating. she was a genius, and she was the smartest person she knew. she was top of most of her classes, and she knew she was beautiful. though when it came to emotions, and her love life, leighton was nearly hopeless. to put it frankly, she’s an idiot when it comes to love.

when leighton first met you, she already wasn’t off to a very good start. she sauntered into the library in her expensive heels, along with her matching skirt and blazer. as soon as you saw her you were extremely intimidated by her. you were only able to attend this school because your grandma had left you a nice wad of money in her will. even with what she left you, you still had to get a job at the school’s library to pay off the remaining student loans. but you knew you didn’t fit in here. the school was full of pristine, preppy, rich kids. like her.

“i need to rent a copy of the black sun.” she deadpans, as she stands up straight in front of the counter. “then maybe you should go and get it so i can check it out for you?” you suggest in a sardonic manner, and the blonde looks visibly stunned by your careless tone. “okay, i’m assuming it’s your first day here or something, but it’s literally your job to find the books students need.” she points out, and you quirk a brow. “no, my job is to keep the library organized, and help students when they ask for help. key word ask. which you didn’t; you waltzed in here like princess diana and ordered me to get you a copy of ‘black sun’.” you remind her, your words as hot as the fire in your tone.

that’s when leighton takes you in; your long curly hair, and high rise jeans. that top your wearing fits you nicely, and for some reason the fact that you aren’t hurdling to do what she says, leaves a fluttering sensation in her belly. “hey, you don’t have to be such an asshole! excuse me if i thought someone who works in the library was competent enough to get me the correct copy of a book. my mistake.” she fires back, and you shake your head.

“i am plenty competent enough, blondie. i just don’t help self entitled jerks who think the world has to stop at their convenience.” you retort, “now, if you excuse me, i’m taking my first break now. come back in half an hour.” you deadpan; your voice is dry, and leighton’s eyes widen in shock. “you can’t just do that!” she shrieks, and if she wasn’t such a mean girl, you would’ve thought the way her voice changed in pitch was cute as hell. you smirk, “just did.”

leighton lets out a huff, “fine! i’ll just get it on pdf, jerk face.” her lame insult makes you bite back a laugh as she storms away. you can’t help but watch her hips move as she leaves; god, she’s hot but so fucking rude. maybe this job isn’t so bad; getting to tick off straight, prissy girls like blondie was going to the highlight of your career. though you put aside a copy of black sun later that day, just in case she comes back.

which she does.

she returns the next day with this determined look on her face. “okay, yesterday i was a bit of a bitch.” she starts carefully, and you quirk a brow in a bit of interest as you look up from your phone. “a bit?” you question, and her fake smile falls immediately. “i’m trying to be nicer now.” her stony expression causes you to sigh. you reach inside the desk drawer where you hid the copy away for this exact moment.

her eyes nearly widen for a split second as she realizes you did in fact retrieve her the copy of the book she needed. “so you did do it for me.” her voice sounds a bit different now; a little lighter, but you try not to dwell on it. “yeah, well, it’s my job, right?” you respond dryly, as you begin to scan the book, “library card or student id.” you command, and she reaches into her expensive bag, pulling out her matching wallet. she hands you her library card, which you scan quickly and hand back to her. “you have two weeks to return it.”

“i know how the library works.” she grows irritated with the lack of emotions in your voice, and she assumes you’re probably just annoyed by her presence. “sorry, i wasn’t sure considering you don’t know how manners work.” leighton gasps, a look of clear anger and offense etching itself onto her pretty features. “i already apologized for that!” she defends, and you tilt your head, cocking a brow at her. “i never heard an “i’m sorry”.” your fake confused tone is enough to irk her but keep her interested in talking to you.

she closes her eyes for a second, before releasing a defeated breath. “i’m sorry…” she trails off, realizing she didn’t even get your name. “… y/n.” you finish, and her belly flips at the revelation. “y/n. i’m sorry.” she repeats, and you roll your eyes a bit playfully. “it’s fine. i guess you weren’t the rudest rich-priss i dealt with yesterday. why do you think i saved the book for you?” you taunt her, and the flush on her cheeks causes your smirk to widen.

“mmm, i’m sure you probably have a drawer full of books that those “rude rich-priss’s” asked for.” she challenges, and you offer her this infectious smile that causes her to lose her train of thought. “only the pretty ones. the eye candy makes the lack of human decency worth it.” you hand her the book and the mischief in your eyes allows her to know you’re kidding, but your words make her snort. “aren’t you a charmer. see you in two weeks.” she waves the book at you, before turning on her heels and leaving.

god, the pants she was wearing today made her ass look great.

you shamelessly watch her leave, and before she gets to the doors, you call out, “i like watching you leave, blondie.” your crude comment causes her to stop in her tracks; her face is suddenly red as a tomato. leighton’s brain that is usually amazing at thinking of insults or remarks, cannot conduct a single thought. she only scoffs, as she pushes the exit door open, and your grin widens.

you really don’t expect to see leighton outside of the library. it isn’t because you assume she doesn’t go out or hang around campus, it’s because aside from your dorm, you’re only ever in your classes and the library. so when you see her walk into the cheap bar downtown you decided to try by complete chance, your gaze zero’s in on her. an inevitable grin tugging at your lips, and she doesn’t seem to see you. she’s looking around the other side of the room, like a lost puppy. when she walks by, you keep you head low, trying to go unnoticed by her. once her back is to you, you turn your head in her direction; “nice ass, blondie.” you comment with a sneer, and leighton freezes at the sound of your voice.

when she spins around, she attempts to plaster a vexed expression on her face, but as soon as she sees you she sighs. “ugh, what are you doing here?” she asks, attempting to sound annoyed. you wave a can of hard seltzer in your hand, “sorry excuse for a drink.” she mumbles, as she takes a seat in the empty bar stool beside you. you shoot her a defensive look, “hey, i get buzzed quickly and it has less calories in it.” you mutter, a surprise expression taking over the blonde’s face. you just sounded so undeniably girly.

she doesn’t respond before flagging the bartender down, “one long island iced tea, and two shots of tequila.” she orders, handing the bartender her card as she speaks. you gaze at her, “jesus, blondie, rough day?” you can’t help but ask, and leighton sighs. “rough week. you wouldn’t even know the half of it.” she responds, as the bartender begins to make her drinks. “try me.” you challenge, and she glances at you. for a moment she considers closing herself off, but then she remembers what esme and francesca said. about how closed off she was.

she downs a shot that’s placed in front of her and proceeds to tell you everything. how lonely she’s been since she started school, how her brother doesn’t even know how she’s feeling… she even tells you about francesca and esme. “wait, were you really closed off with them?” you ask, and she huffs. “closed off is a little bit of a stretch.” she responds, and you flash her an “are you serious” sort of expression. “you said you were friends with them since you were kids. you aren’t supposed to be closed off with them.” you remind her, and she frowns, taking a long swig of her drunk, finishing the rest of it in a gulp.

“now you sound like them.” she states, causing you to scoff. “look, i’m not saying you being closed off was entirely your fault, blondie. i mean, those girls must’ve been pretty shitty if it made you wanna hide who you really are.” you tell her, and she goes quiet. “i think you just naturally hide yourself from everyone. i mean, i thought i had a little bit of you figured out, then i saw you in this place…” you trail off, and the blood rises to leighton’s cheeks.

“didn’t expect a rude “rich-priss” like me to be in here?” she questions, and the way the ends of your lips quirk upwards causes the butterflies in her stomach to flutter. “exactly. i thought you were more of a frat party kind of girl. i’m sure those kind of boys go crazy over you, blondie.” the way your eyes roam over her mercilessly causes a strange heat in her abdomen. she shakes her head, the thought of frat boys making her snicker, “yeah, they’re into anything with long legs.” she murmurs, “good thing i hate men.” she adds, and your eyebrows seems to raise in interest.

“i just mean—“ she tries, but you cut her off,

“hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. there’s plenty enough about guys to hate.” you assure her, and she sinks into her seat. “is that why you’re here tonight instead of hanging out on campus?” she questions, “don’t think i haven’t noticed how many jocks are suddenly going into the library now. just cause you’re working there.” she adds, blabbering slightly. your smile widens at the very leighton-like compliment. “tell me about it, i don’t even think some of the guys who’ve gone in there can read past an eighth grade level.” you throw out, and leighton releases this carefree laugh that causes you to stare at her in awe.

thankfully the look of adoration you’re flashing her goes unnoticed as she adds, “eighth grade is generous.” she jokes, making you giggle.

things change between you and leighton after that. you’re sort of the first person who makes her feel normal. you don’t really expect her to be anything, and talking to you is so much easier than talking to anyone else. eventually leighton begins to find herself, and ends up growing close to her roommate and her roommate’s friend group. you smile at her whenever you see them in the library, and the blonde doesn’t hesitate to approach you.

even though she’s reluctant to admit it to herself, she begins to realize she’s developing a bit of a soft spot for you. maybe it’s more than “a bit”. she starts to sought you out in every room she enters, and every time she’s on campus. when she enters the library, she beelines to wherever you are. you’d be lying if you said leighton isn’t the best part of your days; she is. it’s silly, really, every morning you wake up and get ready with the hopes that maybe she’ll pop up in the library.

when she does stop by, she attempts to make it seem like she’s looking for a book. she doesn’t want you to know that sometimes she just drops by when she wants to see you. so maybe leighton is sweet on you; after hooking up with a few girls at the beginning of the semester she began to notice women more and more. she noticed you the first time she saw you. even though you were nothing like what leighton was usually into; you were soft, and sweet underneath all the sarcastic and witty remarks. you weren’t vastly intelligent, but you were really smart. you read more than anyone she knew.

it only takes leighton four months to pick up on everything about you. your mannerisms, what makes you laugh, your interests, and your disinterests. she pays so much attention to you, she doesn��t even realize she’s becoming enthralled by you. even her friends notice how soft leighton is with you. it’s much more than just a silly crush though; leighton thinks of you as a confidant, and more importantly one of her close friends. you’re actually the first person she tells when she begins to see alicia.

though you feel a little jealous about it, you’re happy leighton is finally coming to terms with who she is. you even tell her this, and it causes leighton’s heart to swell. she still hasn’t figured out why her heartbeat quickens around you, or what the fluttering sensation in her belly is that’s caused by your laugh… but she is trying not to ruin the best friendship she’s had.

you never meet “alicia”. you aren’t sure what they look like, what their last name is, or how they behave around leighton. though you do notice a lighter aura around the blonde. it’s nice to see her so relaxed, and not so tightly wound up. though the relaxation was short lived because one evening leighton comes storming into the library, and she’s glaring daggers at anything in her way.

“woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, immediately hopping off the edge of the desk you were sitting on. you close the book you had been reading, and your attention is suddenly on the raging force of nature in front of you. “alicia broke up with me. you remember how i told you they got upset about me asking them to take down that picture?” she asks, trying to keep her voice at a leveled tone, but you can hear the bitterness seeping through. you nod, “the one with your expensive ass purse in the back that would’ve been a total give away?” you ask, and she nods, not even adding onto your sarcasm. usually she would.

you frown, “what happened?” you ask her in a gentler manner, “they said they didn’t want to be with someone who’s not out. they don’t want to my secret.” you frown, looking visibly upset by the revelation. “are they serious? it’s been like two months, that’s like a blink! how does alicia expect you to be ready in two months?” you sound just as vexed as leighton, and it causes the blonde’s anger to simmer ever so slightly. “that’s what i said… i haven’t even told my friends… you’re the only person who knows.” the taller girl reveals in this washed out voice that makes your stomach flip.

“yeah, but that’s different. i’m just me.” you shrug, and she furrows her eyebrows, “it’s just easier for me to talk to you, and be me around you.“ she adds, and the heat rises to your cheeks. “why?” you can’t help but ask, and leighton looks taken back by the question. as if she’s never even thought twice about it. she pauses before giving you a little shrug, momentarily forgetting all about her breakup. “well, you’re you.” she explains vaguely, and you let out a breathless little chuckle.

“i’ll take that as a compliment, blondie.” you taunt her, and she feels a smile tugging at her lips for the first time all day. “take it any way you want.” she responds, and you grin. “look, my shift ends in like twelve minutes. wanna go get a few drinks? on me.” you promise her and she rolls her eyes. “my dads loaded, remember?” she asks, and you giggle, “okay, drinks are on you then.” you retort, and she lets out this breathless little laugh.

so maybe you make leighton feel better than anyone ever has. after a night of getting drunk and laughing at drunk couples argue in the bar, she finds the courage to tell kimberly she’s gay. after that, telling people gets easier. maybe it’s because she’s realized you’ve become one of the most important people in her life, and she was starting not to care about the opinions of anyone else. in fact, leighton found herself coming to you for your opinion on everything. even what shoes she should buy.

it was amusing; becoming leighton murray’s favorite person. she complains about everything, she’s prissy, and keeps tide sticks in her purse. she’s your polar opposite, yet you can’t get enough of her. every friday night you both end up in that same shitty bar, giggling while talking about nothing and everything. it’s actually become leighton’s favorite part of the week.

you don’t want to admit it’s become your favorite part of the week as well. the longer you spend with her, the harder you fall for her. her cute smile, those intense blue eyes, the way she complains about every single thing. you like everything about her, even the parts that should annoy you and scare you away. a part of you thinks she feels the same way; there are times when you’re both the only two people in the library, and you catch her staring. not to mention how obviously happy she is around you.

“so there’s this party on friday. usually, i wouldn’t go, but whitney begged me. it’s at the kappa sorority house. can you come? please?” she questions pleadingly, and you flash her an uncertain expression. “a party?” you ask ambiguously, and leighton nods eagerly. “yeah, i know how it sounds, but i’ll be there and the drinks are all free. i mean, of course there is that exception to getting drugged but i can totally be your knight in shining armor.” she begins to ramble, and truthfully, you had already decided to go the moment she flashed you those begging eyes. “okay, fine. i’ll go. but to set the record straight, you aren’t a “knight in shining armor”. you’re more like a knight in vicuña wool.” you clarify, and she can’t help but laugh.

you keep your promise and end up at the frat party on friday. though you’ve been here for a whole semester now, you still hadn’t been to a single party. you weren’t sure if the tight flare jeans and tight yet basic fitted top, was good enough, but you tried not to overthink it. you were here because leighton asked you to be, and you were beginning to think you’d do just about anything she’d ask. as soon as you walk into the dimly lit frat house, the loud music and uncomfortable warmth of the room hits you.

you scan the hoard of students for the blonde, and you find her quickly. you smile at the sight of her, except it falters a bit when you notice how many girls are surrounding her. ever since leighton came out, it was no secret she was always getting hit on by various girls now. hell, she got hit on by girls before she was out, but now it was a whole different story. she was getting all sorts of attention, and a part of her really loved it. you could see the cocky smirk etched on to her features, as she holds onto her glass loosely. she doesn’t seem to see you as you get closer to where she is.

that’s when you can hear what she’s saying to one of the brunette’s flirting with her. “none of you are really my type.” she admits, and one of the girls doesn’t even seem phased. “well, what is your type?” she asks, and leighton shrugs. “my perfect woman would probably be 5’6, good style, preferably from a major metropolitan city, blonde…” you feel your heart crack in your chest as you realize you don’t fit any of those categories. you didn’t really have a type, but you certainly knew you were interested in leighton. it hurt to realize you weren’t anything she wanted.

it’s silly how much her words affected you, you shouldn’t have cared. besides, you and leighton are friends. it’s not like you’re anything more… sure she’s nice to you, makes you laugh, visits you at work every day, and even carries your favorite snack in her purse… but it doesn’t mean she wants to be anything more than friends with you. you turn around to leave quickly, you would have to give leighton some lame excuse about why you didn’t show, but it didn’t matter to you right now.

after the party leighton notices something is wrong right away. you had told her you didn’t feel well over text, and when she asked if you were okay, you didn’t text her back until the next morning. throughout the day, leighton was waiting on your replies; which was strange. you always texted her back fast. right after her last class, she makes her way to the library. when she gets there she gets a bit upset to see you don’t even seem remotely busy; yet as she gets closer to you, she can’t help take in how off your demeanor is.

you look sad, but you’re trying to keep your focus on a book that’s laid down on your desk. “hey y/n.” leighton pipes up, causing you to look over in her direction. you look like a deer in headlights, but you a press your lips together in order to force a smile. it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and it causes a wave of concern to wash over the blonde. “hey leigh.” you greet her, and she eyes you uncertainly. “you didn’t see my texts?” she asks, and you grimace. “i was super busy earlier, i barely got a break ten minutes ago.” you lie easily, and leighton wants to believe you, but she doesn’t.

you were acting weird, and it wasn’t enough for her to call you out on it. “mhm, well i was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch later?” she asks, flashing you a hopeful smile that makes it very hard to say no to her. “i-i can’t tonight. i have to study for my psych test on friday.” it’s not an entire lie; you have a test coming up in your psych class, but you don’t necessarily need to study for it that much. you know most of the material. you try to ignore the way leighton’s face falls in clear disappointment.

“oh, yeah. sure, maybe we can do something tomorrow?” she questions optimistically, and you nod meekly. “y-yeah! i’ll text you.” you assure her, and you mean it. you’re not just going to ghost and avoid leighton, you just needed a few days or so to get over her. or at least try to. “okay… i’ll see you later then.” you can hear the disappointment etched into her voice clear as day. you simply smile and nod, and she holds in the urge to let out a frustrated huff.

the blonde leaves the library feeling unsatisfied, but she isn’t sure what’s wrong so she hopes it passes. the entire day dragged on without you, and sometimes you were one of the few things that could actually get her to smile.

when leighton texts you goodnight later on that night, a wave of guilt washes over you. she was genuinely worried about you, and even though you had a hopeless crush on her, you knew she considered you a real friend. so the next day, you go back to texting leighton about every detail of your day, and when she shows up to visit you, you come up with some lousy excuse claiming to have had a long lasting migraine yesterday. leighton doesn’t buy it, but she’s just glad you aren’t acting different anymore.

the next two weeks are normal; you and leighton go out for drinks every friday, you get lunch from various restaurants and cafe’s together, and she still comes to visit you at the library every day after her classes. you’re back to you usual happy self in leighton’s eyes. maybe you really did have a migraine that day. though what leighton doesn’t know is whenever she’s not around you go back to feeling down. even quieter than usual.

sure, you knew the chances of leighton murray returning your feelings were slim to none… but you thought you had read all the signs correctly. apparently you were wrong. but you didn’t want to dwell on it too much; besides, leighton was just a crush, right? it’s not like you were in love with her or anything.

sure, you had denied every person who’s asked you on a date, or shown interest in you… but that had nothing to do with leighton.

oh who were you kidding? everything you did was because of leighton. she was your dream girl, and was also becoming your bestest friend. but you knew you had to get over her for the sake of that friendship. maybe that’s why you ended up giving your number to dani martinez, one of the girls on the softball team. she was tall, and had dark black hair that fell just bellow her shoulders; her eyes were dark and full of mischief. she flirted with you every time she came into the library, which wasn’t very often, but she was definitely very persistent.

today you had finally given her your number after rejecting her for two months. the gigantic smile that overtook her features as soon as you did, caused you to genuinely giggle. leighton ironically walks into the library as soon as dani walks out, and she greets you with that colgate smile which always causes the butterflies in your belly to burst. “hey you, come on we’re trying this new greek place today.” she tells you.

you flash her that sweet little smile, and that’s when it hits her that this is the first time in a month that she’s seen that genuine smile. it causes her to falter for a moment, “everything okay? you look happy.” she comments, trying not to sound too suspicious. you nod, “yeah, i’m good. come on, let’s go get some greek food.” you tell her, nudging her shoulder with your own. leighton decides not to press any further. she thought things were okay between you two, but perhaps she was wrong.

relax, leighton, you’re probably just overthinking things.

leighton’s subconscious attempts to soothe her, but she can’t help but wonder if maybe she did something wrong. did she say something rude? she had a tendency to say the wrong thing all the time… but you always understood her. you somehow always knew what leighton was trying to say, and it was nice. she felt like she belonged right beside you, and when she was talking to you, opening up came so easily. not to mention how kind you are, and leighton wasn’t blind. she was aware of how beautiful you are.

in her opinion you were perfect. that’s why it was so hard for her to just make a move on you; if you didn’t feel the same, it would crush her. everything you did already affected her, hell, when she thought you were upset with her last month she had a mini panic attack. today was friday and you canceled on her via text. she couldn’t even complain or ask you why, she knew it wasn’t really any of her business what you were doing on a friday night… but you always spent friday nights with her.

she ends up hanging out with whitney. the two were picking up some food from an italian restaurant down the street from the university. whitney has been wanting to try it for weeks, but leighton wasn’t even in the mood to eat. she was too busy wondering if you were busy with someone else tonight, or if you just didn’t want to hang out with her. she didn’t know which option was worse. she quickly gets her answer a few moments later. as if the universe hates her, she hears that carefree giggle of yours that always made her heart lurch in her chest.

her head snaps around at the sound, and the sight of you sitting in front of dani martinez— the softball teams pitcher— causes her heart to sink into the pit in her stomach. her gaze lingers on you as her eyes dare to tread down to see dani’s hand playing with yours on the table. you’re smiling at the raven haired girl with the same smile leighton thinks about nonstop throughout the day. to see it directed at some cliche jock made her angrier than she cared to admit.

dani martinez doesn’t deserve that smile.

“is that y/n?” whitney asks, squinting in your direction, “oh my god, is she here with dani? from the softball team?” the dark haired girl asks in a scandalous manner, causing leighton to scoff. “i’m sure they’re just here as friends or something. if y/n had a date tonight she would’ve told me.” leighton sounds as though she’s trying to convince herself more than her friend, but whitney doesn’t let up. “friends? friends don’t sit across from each other while holding hands.”

leighton frowns, her expression hardening as her gaze fixates on you. “i’m just gonna go ask her.” leighton declares, as she attempts to walk over to you, but whitney’s grasp around her wrist stops her. “you’re gonna crash her date?” she incredulously asks the blonde, who’s angry expression falters for a split second. “what else am i supposed to do? just let dani martinez sweep her off her feet?” leighton asks, and whitney flashes her a pointed look.

“haven’t you had months to make a move on y/n?” whitney inquires pointedly, doing nothing to ease the blonde’s vexation. “i’m working up to it!” leighton answers, agitation seeping through her tone. whitney cocks a brow in clear skepticism, “since when do you work up to anything? you’re the most impatient person i know!” whitney counterpoints, and leighton physically deflates. “it’s just… i don’t wanna ruin our friendship.” leighton’s voice is lower than before, and it causes her friends features to soften.

“yes you do; you’re just afraid she doesn’t feel the same or that it won’t work. it’s okay to be scared, you know?” whitney assures the blonde, who scoffs. “i’m not scared. leighton murray doesn’t get scared.” she tries to sound as confident as usual, but whitney can see right through her. leighton’s eyes trail over to you, and her heart cracks as she sees dani lean over the table to move a strand of hair out of your face. the way your cheeks flush in the same way they do whenever leighton fixes your hair for you, causes pure betrayal to course throughout her body.

she knew you weren’t technically hers, but watching someone else do something she always does for you makes something inside of her snap. “order for whitney.” the hostess says, as she brings out a bag of food. whitney gets distracted for a minute and it’s like leighton’s legs have a mind of their own. she begins to walk up to the table you’re sitting at; dani clearly didn’t know you preferred sitting in a booth.

you clock leighton as soon as you see her approaching the table. your eyes widen in slight panic, not because you don’t want her to interrupt your date, but because you didn’t even tell her about said date. the blonde really isn’t sure what comes over her; she hasn’t acted this rude or catty with you since you two started getting closer. yet as she stands beside your table, gazing at you with this intense pair of blue eyes that tell you firsthand just how upset she is… you know you’re in for it.

she folds her arms, not even bothering to greet you or dani. “hey leigh… what are you doing here?” you sound like you’ve just been caught doing something wrong, when you know you haven’t. you’re single, and not even leighton’s type, so why would she be upset about you having dinner with dani? “whitney and i came to pick up some pasta. what are you doing here?” she practically interrogates you, and before you can even think of a proper response, dani— who can nearly feel the jealousy radiating off of the blonde— beats you to it.

“we’re on a date.” the jock pipes up, and leighton can’t even contain a scoff. “i wasn’t taking to you, babe ruth. i was talking to her.” leighton doesn’t even bother looking at the raven haired girl, who’s jaw nearly falls agape due to the rude attitude of the blonde. you feel yourself getting smaller under her gaze, “i’ll let you two talk, i’m gonna get a drink from the bar.” dani declares as she stands up, and flashes you a small, reassuring smile. her gaze goes serious as she looks at leighton before walking off.

a silence takes over the two of you once you’re alone with the blonde. “this is what you bailed on me for?? shitty italian food with dani martinez?” leighton interrogates you, and your eyes lock with hers. “the foods not that bad.” you try to lighten up the mood, but it clearly doesn’t work because leighton is staring at you with this abnormally cold expression etched onto her features. the anger is still practically seeping off of her, and you can’t figure out why leighton is so upset about you being on a date with dani.

“you ditched our friday night hangout so you could go on a date with some wanna be max kepler.” she sardonically says, and you pause. “i don’t know who max kepler is… but dani is nice, leigh. what’s the actual problem here? i know this isn’t about me canceling.” you call her out, and leighton’s cold exterior falters; for a minute you can see just how betrayed she looks. “i just thought… i thought you’d rather go out with me. not some lame jock.” the way she says the words causes something inside of you to snap.

“of course i’d rather hang out with you, leighton, but dani asked me on a date.” you know it’s a stupid response, and you can tell by the way she’s staring at you with a look of disbelief. “so any lame jock asks you out and you’re saying yes? just like that?” leighton’s voice is catty and vexed, yet it sends a jolt of emotion into you. “well, yeah, at least someone’s asking me out. why do you even care? i’m not your type so who doesn’t matter who i choose to go out with?” you ask her, in an inscrutable manner that she’s never seen from you. leighton looks taken back for a moment, and for less than a second, her confused expression makes you feel a little bad. until you remember her words from that night. she specifically told you that you weren’t her type, you were actually far from it.

“what are you talking about?” she questions demandingly, and you go silent, unable to bring it in yourself to reveal to her that you were at that party a few weeks ago. how were you supposed to tell her that you heard what she said, and you were hurt about it? you didn’t want leighton to know you felt anything for her, you already knew she didn’t feel the same so what was the point of admitting it? you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, and you figured the best way was dating someone else to forget about her.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” leighton repeats, pulling you out of your thoughts. “i’m talking about that party you invited me to last month. i heard you talking to your little fan-girls. about your type.” you pettily throw out before you can even think about taking it back. leighton freezes, her entire demeanor shifting from confused to shocked in less than a second. “y/n i didn’t know you were there if i did—“ you cut her off, flashing her a look of disbelief. “if you did you would’ve what, leighton? lied to spare my feelings?” you inquire, undoubtedly angry.

leighton shakes her head rapidly, “no, i—“ she tries but dani returns before she can. “hey… i got you a strawberry margarita.” the jock has this nervous smile on her face, but leighton doesn’t seem to care that dani’s intentions are clearly pure. she doesn’t want any other girl taking you out on friday nights, and buying you fruity drinks. “we aren’t done talking here, martinez.” leighton angrily says, and you frown. “yes we are. dani and i are getting dessert after this.” you glare at her, mentally telling her to stop and go away.

her shoulders fall, and she visibly deflates. “y/n—“ she tries, but you shake your head. “please just go.” you can barely meet her gaze, and her heart clenches in her chest, as if it’s being squeezed so tight it might pop. the blonde wants to say something else, except she doesn’t know what else to say. or maybe she does. maybe leighton knows she should tell you how much she likes you; how despite you being nothing she’s usually into, she is. she’s very into you.

but she doesn’t.

no, instead leighton turns around and makes her way to where whitney is waiting for her. her best friend has a pointed look on her face; she clearly already knows things didn’t just pan out well for the blonde. “let me guess, she got pissed at you for crashing her date?” whitney questions, and leighton is too deep in thought to even hear the dark haired girl. “did you see y/n at that party last month? you remember the one you invited me to for girls night?” leighton asks, and whitney shakes her head.

“no, i didn’t see her there. why? did something happen?” whitney questions, and the look on leighton’s face tells her everything she needs to know. “oh god, what did you do?” the dark haired girl asks, and leighton’s eyes widen. “okay, first of all, why do you assume i did something? and second of all, it wasn’t even that big of a deal. i don’t know why y/n is being dramatic.” she mutters, “she’s only on a date tonight so she could hurt me. i bet she knew we’d be here.” leighton doesn’t sound convincing in the slightest, “we didn’t even know we were coming here until an hour ago.” whitney points out in an irritated manner.

leighton’s facade falls, and whitney can see the way leighton’s face contorts to a genuine expression. “she heard me talking to a few girls at that party last month… i was just talking out of my ass, you know? i was describing my perfect “type” of woman, and y/n heard.” leighton downplays it, and whitney raises a brow. “well, what did you say your type was?” the dark haired woman inquires, as they make their way to whitney’s dorm room. “i just said my perfect woman would probably be 5’6, good style, preferably from a major metropolitan city, blonde…” leighton’s voice fades off as she repeats her words from last month. there’s this overwhelming sense of dread that comes over her, and whitney stops in her tracks to throw leighton a surprised look.

“you basically said y/n wasn’t anything you wanted, leigh.” she points out, and leighton shakes her head quickly. “but i didn’t mean it! i was mostly describing a girl like me.” leighton admits, and whitney cocks a brow at her best friend, “and how would you feel if you heard her saying she wasn’t into blondes? or if she was describing her dream girl and you didn’t fit any of the criteria?” whitney asks, and leighton goes quiet.

“i have to go back and explain to her—“ leighton tries to speak, but her friend cuts her off with a sharp look and a shake of her head. “not now. she’s on a date, leigh. you gotta let her enjoy what’s left of her night. you can talk to her tomorrow.” whitney pointedly says, and leighton glances down at her shoes, letting out a breath. “fine. i’ll just let daniella try and get her into bed.” leighton bitterly says, and whitney laughs. “girl, y/n is so down bad for you, she’s not going to sleep with dani.” whitney assures her, and leighton sighs, unable to shake the thought from her mind.

tonight was going to be a long night.

[sillydizzybxtches]

rare film , r. george

★ WARNINGS ; smut, camgirl!switch!regina, switch!reader, recording sex ��� ⸺ SYNOPSIS ; whenever regina invites you over, it's usually to film and post for her followers—this time, though, she has something different in mind. ˇ ⋆ ╱ AUTHOR'S NOTE ; fem!reader + regina is 21 or older, 6.5k words—if you can't tell, i got really carried away ... so, enjoy this 6-thousand-word manifesto of utter filth!! this is literally pure porn.

A few footsteps forward, and you were there again—on her doorstep, waiting for her: Regina George.

You didn't know what it was—but whatever it was intimidated the fuck out of you and you didn't know why; even as you stood before a double-doored, secure mansion in a gated community, the anxiety clung to you like a second skin and made your stomach hot. Or, maybe it was the anticipation. You honestly couldn't tell anymore.

It wasn't like it was your first time here, either. For the last 6 months at least, you've shown up on Regina's doorstep per her command. It wasn't anything weird, at this point—it was just routine. She called you, and within 20 minutes, you were back at her door with the same feeling. Everytime you came here, there was always the same nervousness that melted away the moment you step foot inside. And—

The door clicked open, pulling you out of your thoughts; all your worries peeled away when you saw Regina standing in the doorway, her smirk wide and gaze narrowed down at you like she was judging you. She was clad in a satin pink robe and was nursing a glass of, what was clearly and unsurprisingly, expensive wine that probably cost a small fortune. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and her fingers were tightly clenched around the glass. Bitchy and magnetic, that's what she was.

"Hey, loser," She scoffed, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at you. "Are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna come in?" Without giving you a chance to say anything, she turned around and walked back in, to which you hustled behind her.

"Shut the door on your way in!"

You shut the door before wandering behind Regina and moving into the kitchen, wonderfully decorated and organized in all its glory. Her back was turned at the bar and you watched her move around, and you cleared your throat to inform her of your presence. "Hey, Gina," You hummed, the nickname rolling off your tongue like it was nothing; mostly, because it was nothing. According to her, when it came to you, she didn't care what you called her as long as you called.

"Hey, baby. Thirsty at all?" She echoed in response.

"Mhm, but I'll take whatever you give me," You responded as you came up behind her, trying to peek over her shoulder to see what she was doing. Before you could get a good view, she turned around and faced you with her refilled wine glass and that same smirk. "You always take whatever I give you," She scoffed playfully; you resisted the urge to roll your eyes to avoid however she'd use that against you later. "You can have some of mine. I'm almost out, otherwise, I would've poured you a glass," She hummed before turning on her heels, to which you followed like a lost puppy—that was kind of just how it worked between you two, though. You followed her command with little question, just how you both liked it.

You followed her to the living room, watching as she sat down on the couch and leaned back. Red wine on a white couch? She was either drunk or just didn't care; news flash, it wasn't the former.

You plopped down beside her and hummed, and she threw her legs over your lap while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You swallowed as her robe loosened a bit, riding up on her soft thighs and revealing some of her cleavage. You accidentally stared for a moment before you felt her freshly-manicured fingers grip your chin, redirecting your gaze. "Ah-ah, babe. My eyes are up here," She teased, her smirk cocky. "Oh, shit—sorry," You sputtered, to which the blonde giggled in amusement before rolling her eyes. "Just shut up and take a sip."

She put the glass to your lips and you felt her other hand come up to grip your hair, gently tilting your head back to let the sweet beverage flow into your mouth. You felt that feeling in your lower stomach again at her sense of control—God, she was just hypnotic. "There you go," Regina hummed lowly, watching as you slowly downed it before she pulled the glass back and gave you air. You swallowed the drink and blinked as your head began to buzz slightly—it was sweet, but strong. You could see why she was trying to preserve it.

"Did I get here too early?" You hummed as the taste lingered on your tongue, surprised by how relaxed and comfortable she was—well, in a natural way. She always managed to present as though she had a settled composure, but you knew her enough to know that she wasn't in a rush, this time; she wasn't as serious, as quick, or as stoic. She was just there.

"No, what makes you think that?" Regina shrugged as she brought the glass to her own lips, humming as she did so. You shrugged. "I don't know—it just feels different, today? I could just be delusional."

"Well, it is different today," She deadpanned but didn't give further details. Before you could say anything or even ask about it, she pressed the wine glass to your lips to shut you up while she spoke. She tugged your head back a bit more roughly, and you gasped slightly before taking a few more sips. "It's no big deal—I'm just not working today," She hummed, her tone relaxed. You expected her to let you go, but she kept the wine flowing into your mouth, keeping you busy so she could keep talking. "But don't worry, baby—we're still recording. It's gonna be just for me this time, though. Got it?"

That was when she let up, removing the glass from your lips and letting you take a second; now, the glass was empty. She set it on the coffee table before turning her attention back to you.

You nodded in agreement as felt your brain buzz a bit more, but not enough for you to really be tipsy. For the second time, her fingers found your jaw and forced you to look up at her. "Words, baby."

"Yes, ma'am—got it," You repeated, to which she smirked. "Good."

There was a suddenness with the way she kissed you; she roughly turned your cheek before crashing her lips onto yours, humming softly as she felt you freeze up in surprise before melting against her lips. You let out a low groan and your hand found the back of her neck as you pulled each other closer, desperate to have more of her now, even if she'd have it her way. Regina had no problem taking what was hers.

Her fingers tightened around your jaw as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, clearly trying to take control and suck all of the air out of you; oh, she'd leave you gasping for air until you saw stars, and she fucking loved it. Without warning, you felt her hand that was in your hair move to your sternum to guide you onto your back, forcing your elbows to sink into the couch as you used them to prop you up. As she crawled to hover over you, she reconnected your lips and kept that firm grip on your jaw, her nails digging into the soft skin. She pressed herself closer to you and you felt your noses clash from the intensity, to which you leaned forward in desperation while she pushed you back down and kissed you harder. You moaned softly at her dominance, and you felt her grip you tighter and kiss you harder—you were at the point where you didn't want to stop, but you couldn't fucking breathe. If you died like this, you definitely would've been happy; she wouldn't let that happen, though.

Regina pulled back a bit to give you air and to catch her own, and fuck, you swore you couldn't wait to touch her anymore; her stunning emerald eyes were blown with lust; her cheeks were flushed from the intensity of it all and from the simple fact that she damn near suffocated you both, and her lips were swollen and parted as her chest heaved. You probably didn't look too much different from her. She was fucking perfect, and it so was unfair. You felt lucky to even get to see her like this, of all things.

After a few seconds of catching her breath, she pressed another kiss to your lips, but lingered only for a moment and started turning your head to press kisses along your jawline. "Did you miss me, baby?" She purred breathlessly, and fuck, that did things to you. Of course, you fucking missed her; she was perfect. "Yes," You whined out as she tilted your chin up, kissing down the curve of your jaw and causing you to shudder as her lips found your neck. "Tell me what you missed, then?" She hummed. What were you supposed to say? You missed it when she kissed you like this? Or when she'd suffocate you with her thighs? When she made you beg for her to let her use you?

"I missed how you taste and how you feel," You sighed as you felt your heartbeat continue to race at a high rate that was probably unhealthy. "I miss worshiping you—how you sound when you cum on my fingers. I miss that privilege."

"Oh, yeah?" Regina giggled as she continued to kiss down your neck, pausing for a moment before licking a stripe up the side of it. "You miss being allowed to touch me and fuck me, is that it?" She spat, yet there was no venom in her tone. Suddenly, she bit down on the side of your neck, eliciting a whine from you and prompting you to answer as she sucked on the area. "Yes, Regina," You whined. "I miss it so, so much. I miss you, and I miss being yours."

You shuddered as you felt her smirk and groan against your skin at your tone, her hands beginning to feel along the curves of your body as you laid beneath her. She moved away from the area she bit after soothing it over with her tongue, kissing along your flesh before nipping at your pulse point, her teeth scratching at it. "Mine," Regina repeated, sighing softly before finding a spot on your collarbone. One of her hands slid under your shirt, resting on the soft skin of your abdomen before moving up to your breast, squeezing softly. Her tongue made its way against the side of your neck again before she pulled away. Just as you were about to whimper in protest, your complaint was quickly replaced with a yelp as her other hand got tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, angling your gaze up at her hungry, needy gaze. She leaned forward and brought her face close to yours, her breath fanning over your lips as she spoke.

"You wanna be good for me, baby? D'you wanna be good for Mommy?" She hummed lowly, to which you nodded desperately before remembering the rules. "Yes, ma'am," You sighed. You moaned softly as you felt her other hand continue to massage your tit, her thumb running over your nipple as she watched your reactions intently. She smirked when you gasped, and she bit her lip. "Then, you're going to go upstairs to my room, since that's where I want to film today," She hummed. "And you're going to wait and do nothing else. Got it?" You nodded, but when you didn't answer, a harsh tug on your scalp prompted you to respond properly. What? It wasn't your fault her beauty made you forget how to speak. "Got it."

She climbed off of you and ran a hand through her hair, her dilated eyes watching as you got up and hesitantly went upstairs, tracking your every move as you did so. God, she was going to make you ruin her.

Not too long after you practically flew up the stairs out of impatience and excitement, Regina followed you up; when she pushed the door open and looked at you with those sharp, tempting eyes, her head was tilted slightly as she looked you up and down. She was quick to shut the door and turn on the pre-set camera equipment before turning on her heels toward you, her bottom lip taken between her teeth as she scanned you, perched on the bed. Ready for her.

Silence clung between you two for a moment; then, without a word, she grabbed your collar and pulled you into a bruising kiss. You couldn't do anything but melt into her touch, groaning softly as she moved to straddle your lap. Your hands quickly found her hips and pulled her down against you, to which Regina whined before promptly taking a handful of your hair and yanking it back, causing you to yelp in surprise. "Did I say you could touch me?" She spat with narrowed eyes, her smirk prominent on her lips. "We just started, and you're already breaking rules, hm? I expected better from you," She scoffed, and you couldn't tell if she was just teasing or being serious. "Sorry, ma'am—" You corrected. "Can I touch you, please? I promise, I'll be good," You whined. She glared down at you and you watched her smirk widen—God, she loved the power she had over you. You were so fucking easy.

"Since you're so desperate for it, babe, why not?" She scoffed. "You're lucky you're even allowed to touch me." In an instant, she reconnected your lips.

You could tell it was different this time—not just because she was filming in her actual bedroom instead of the one she had designated for filming or because she was recording just for herself, but because of the way she kissed you. She was more possessive and forward about what she wanted from you—she kissed you senseless and literally marked you as hers (not that you minded). All of it just seemed much more desperate than usual; not like she was hungry for you, but fucking starving. You didn't know what this was, but fuck, you could tell you needed more of this version of her.

Her hand moved from being tangled in your hair to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to her while your fingers dug into her hips. She whined softly and quickly shoved her tongue into your mouth—claiming what was hers with no mercy. She pressed herself against you like she was trying to become one with you—like she fucking needed you, and God, that made your already-buzzed brain feel even more drunk off of the ecstasy. Neither of you thought, you just felt.

You didn't know what the fuck was going on other than the fact that you loved it.

The kiss was so, so messy—your tongues danced, your lips locked, and you felt her trying to press closer to you, to get more of you. You took advantage of the opportunity to begin to guide her against your thigh, your pace slow and steady—fuck, she was soaked. Was this all for you, all because of you? God, you needed more; she clearly did, too.

Regina pulled away from the kiss to regain her breath, gasping softly as her hips rolled against your thigh, the friction making her brain fuzzy. She looked down at you with glossy eyes and parted lips, her hands moving to your shoulders as she swallowed. "Fuck me, baby," She moaned in your ear, tilting her head down at you. This? This was fucking insane—she knew how to disarm you with just the right tone and glare. Maybe you were easy, and if this was where it got you, then you'd take it.

Without hesitation, you moved your hand to tangle in her blonde locks and tugged her head back gently—and she let you, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her neck. Her eyes fluttered as she let out a low hum, her cunt dripping on your thigh. "You missed this, right, baby?" She hummed as you ran your tongue up the side of her neck, to which she moaned softly. "Yes, ma'am," You sighed against her neck.

"God, you're so, so perfect," You hummed lowly as you quickened her pace, your teeth scraping against her neck and eliciting a whimper from her. "Y-Yeah, baby? And how am I perfect?" Regina cooed, her smirk widening as her hand found your hair again and pulled you back to make you look at her. Oh, she had to hear this.

Fuck, how were you supposed to answer that? It was all just her—she was fucking perfect.

You swallowed as she looked down at you expectantly. "Use your words," She commanded firmly. You hummed, looking up at her with wide eyes, "Just every part of you, ma'am—your eyes, your smile, your body ... how needy you are." Subconsciously, you began to rock her at a quicker pace, biting your lip in thought. Fuck.

Regina chuckled softly at your reaction, watching as your brain began to turn to mush—just how she liked you. "Oh, baby—" She crooned, her other hand sliding under your chin. "You think I'm needy, after you were just begging to fuck me? That's so cute," She scoffed, her eyes narrowing down at you as she took her lip between her teeth. The hand on your chin moved up so that her thumb could tug at your bottom lip, her lashes fluttering and her tone low. If looks could kill, she'd have fatal attraction.

"Open your mouth," She hissed, and you obeyed knowingly, letting your mouth fall open for her. "Good girl," Regina purred in satisfaction before pushing two fingers into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around her digits and began to suck, gripping her hips tighter as she began to push them in and out of your mouth. "You're so pretty like this; so eager to please," She rasped , her expression and eyes conflicting; her smirk was wide and prideful, like she was proud of the control she had, but her eyes flickered with desperation, like she was struggling to keep control over herself. She was trying to stay put together, and you wanted to make her fucking fall apart.

"Anything for you," You whimpered, to which she shut you up by shoving her fingers back into your mouth. You took advantage of her vulnerability and gradually began to increase her pace, your hands steadily guiding her hips against your clothed thigh while she finger-fucked your throat, subtly gagging on her digits every now and then. Her gasps and groans grew louder and more frequent, her pace picking up as she seized some control while she looked down on you with those conflicted green eyes; fuck, this was perfect. Regina had you gagging on her fingers, showering her with praise, and following her every command—and you were more than happy to do it. And, fuck, the friction against her aching cunt felt so fucking good. God, what if she just came like this right now—for you? Fuck, that got her off. It'd be so—

Shit.

You were caught off guard when the blonde suddenly yanked your hair, and hard, making you yelp while she glared down at you with pointed eyes. What? Your hands kept her pace steady, but that was the fucking problem—she was too close, too soon.

"Fuck, baby—Y/N, stop," Regina snapped, biting down on her lip as she tried to slow her pace and regain self-control. You whined and gripped her hips to a bruising point, slowing her to a stop. What happened? Did you hurt her? Was she already tired?

You looked up at her with concern as her chest heaved from the sudden interruption, preventing her orgasm seconds before it happened. Fuck, she needed more of that. She slowly withdrew her fingers from your mouth, panting a bit as her almost-high feeling began to level out but settle in her bones, making her crave more.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" You hummed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear with care. "I'm fine," Regina huffed, her dilated gaze fixing back on you. "Did you expect to be allowed to make me cum that fast? Oh, no, baby—you have to earn it," She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she dragged her wet fingers down the column of your throat. She watched in mesmerisation until her fingers landed by the collar of your shirt, giving her an idea. "Take this off, and get rid of those," She spat curtly, her head tilting down at you. You quickly obeyed and pulled your shirt over your head and your pants off, tossing them to the side and leaving you exposed to her in a bra and underwear. She clicked her tongue as her gaze fell over your nearly bare body and her smirk widened as her gaze hardened. She suddenly climbed off of your lap, leaving you to whine in protest as her warmth left yours.

She walked a few feet short of the bed, turning toward you as she hummed. "On your knees, now," Regina growled and pointed at the ground before her, tilting her chin up with a wide, cocky smirk. God, the chokehold this fucking woman had on you; she could step on you, and you'd thank her. "Yes, ma'am," You hummed as you walked over before kneeling down, tilting your head in curiosity.

"How about you help Mommy take this off?" She purred as she gestured to her robe, but it wasn't a question—and even if it was, the answer was fuck yes either way. You swallowed and sighed, taking your lip between your teeth. "Can I touch you, please?" You hummed, but it came out as more of a pathetic whimper—fuck. Regina's smirk widened and she hummed before reaching out to tilt your chin up, purring, "Of course you can, baby—you're so desperate to please Mommy, aren't you? Such a sweet, pathetic little thing."

You were quick to stand on your knees and get to work on the belt of the soft robe, tugging at the knot until it loosened and watching it cling to her shoulders. Regina hummed and gestured for you to get up to finish the job, which you obeyed; standing on your heels and gently pushing the delicate fabric off of her shoulders. And, fuck, you couldn't help but stare and admire the perfect woman before you; her curves, muscle, and everything in-between—fuck, you were lucky you even got to see her like this. God, you wanted to touch her so, so badly. The blonde giggled softly as she watched you stare before grabbing your chin and pulling you in close, her breath ghosting over your lips. "You like what you see, baby?" She cooed, her eyes darting to your lips and lingering for a moment before looking back up at your wide eyes. You nodded with a whimper, to which she squeezed your jaw. "Don't fuck up now, you're doing so good," She hissed. "Use your words."

"Yes, ma'am—fuck, I like what I see," You gasped as you ran your tongue over your lips. Regina tsked and hummed in response, and you felt her hand slide from your chin to your shoulder. "On your knees," She repeated; you sank down onto your knees before her, watching her cocky smirk perk up at your position.

Regina stepped a bit closer to you before letting her hand slide into your hair, slightly tugging your head back. "Open for me," She purred, and you let your mouth fall open and your tongue stick out. "God, you're fucking desperate," She scoffed with no real venom to her words. She admired for a moment then proceeded to spit into your open mouth, the glob of saliva sliding down your tongue and toward the back of your throat. You flinched slightly but didn't hesitate to swallow, whimpering as her grip on your hair tightened a bit upon watching. "We aren't done," She hissed. "Keep your mouth open—you're going to make Mommy feel good."

Once again, you didn't hesitate—that was just something you didn't do when it came to her. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for her, to which Regina hummed in satisfaction before bracing herself. She took her lip between her teeth and mounted your face, her throbbing cunt aching with need against your tongue. Fuck—you groaned lowly at the taste before temporarily pulling away to press kisses to her inner thighs. Oh, you were going to savor this and spoil her.

Your lips worked against the soft flesh of the blonde's thighs, your hands gripping them as you moved upward, the faint taste of her arousal lingering on your lips from when she was on your tongue. Regina tugged at your hair in impatience and hissed, her vixen eyes narrowing down at you and silently telling you to hurry the fuck up; you hummed and moved your lips higher until you finally pressed a kiss to her aching pussy before diving in. You licked up her wet folds and felt her shudder above you at the contact, a soft groan escaping her lips. Okay, fuck it—you were too impatient, and so was she. You didn't care.

You licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit before dipping your tongue inside of her, her wetness dripping on your lips as you collected it on your tongue. You alternated between tongue-fucking her and flattening your tongue against her, and once she started grinding against your tongue, you felt your smirk widen and your grip on her thighs tighten.

"Fuck, baby—" She groaned, whimpering as you continued to work her. "I need more," She hissed as she tugged at your roots harder, pulling you into her. You moved your hand and went to work, circling her entrance with two fingers before slowly pushing them into her. She let out a moan as you didn't hesitate or tease, pumping in and out of her. You flattened your tongue against her weeping cunt before wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking, hard—to which Regina let out a pitchy moan and pulled your face impossibly closer. "Fuck!" She cried out, her hips rocking against your face at an utterly desperate pace. She whined, "Oh, shit—don't you fucking stop!"

You didn't want this to end; you had half a mind to edge her again, if it were up to you and if you weren't so desperate to have her cum for you over and over. Fuck, you didn't know what it was, but your brain was mush. You didn't think, because you couldn't. All you could focus on was how Regina George tasted and how she rode your tongue and fingers like it was her fucking lifeline; how you could barely breathe, but didn't care because you needed this so, so bad. You needed her to cum in your mouth while her words slurred out of the pure ecstasy that you brought her—you needed to bring her pleasure, over and over again, until she scolded you for being so desperate but praised you for being so good. You just fucking needed Regina George—you didn't care.

You picked up your pace desperately, your tongue alternating between flattening against and sucking on her clit while your fingers pumped until you started curling them, your digits ramming into her G-spot time and time again until she was fucking shaking and clenching around you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—God, baby, please—" She pleaded.

"Please, what, Mommy?" You asked in confusion, your words muffled by her cunt.

"Let me cum, please."

Was she begging to cum for you? That was new.

Like, really new. Regina George didn't beg.

But you didn't care; your fingers curled at an impossible pace and you sucked on her clit, desperate to bring her over the edge. "Cum for me, Gina," You whimpered, and fuck, you almost came from watching her. The moment you gave her permission, she clenched around your fingers and screamed your fucking name, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she convulsed and kept fucking herself on your fingers and tongue to ride out her high. You slowed your pace but didn't even think about stopping, doing your best to prolong her pleasure until she grinding slowed to a stop and she just stood there weakly, breathless with your fingers nestled inside of her momentarily. Fuck. You'd fucked before, but that felt different.

Her grip on your hair slackened. After you two caught your breath, you pulled your fingers out of her cunt; God, you were drenched in her. Her cum coated your hand and chin, along with her own inner thighs, but you got the most of it—was it slutty to say that you couldn't be happier?

"Get up," Regina said breathlessly, tilting your chin up to look down on you, her eyes clouded with lust and confusion. God, you really were pretty like this. It made her want to return the favor.

You wanted to melt into her palm, but instead, obediently stood up as she commanded. Her hand found your jaw, and, without warning, she pulled you into a kiss, moaning and getting greedier as she tasted herself on your lips. You moaned lowly and pushed her back, causing her gasp as her back hit the wall. Her tongue pressed into your mouth with an urgency and her hands freely roamed your body, stopping once they found the clasp of your bra to un-clasp it and toss it aside. Your slick-covered hand gripped her waist as your nails bit into her soft flesh, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents in their wake. Her hands continued to feel your body until they landed on your tits, which she teased and massaged. You moaned softly and pulled away from the kiss for a moment, melting into the feel of her hands on your body and leaning your forehead against hers. Your eyes met with hers; cloudy, hungry, and desperate. Still conflicted, but you didn't know why.

Her hands continued to toy with your breasts, alternating between her thumbs rolling over your nipples and pinching them between her fingers. She moved a hand to tilt your head up so she could press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, her lips moving down the column of your throat. "God—you're so, so fucking good for me," Regina practically moaned before sinking her teeth into your neck, moving her hands to roam your body while she continued to suck a bruise into your skin. You groaned lowly, moving a hand to one of her angel-sculpted tits to reciprocate her actions while the other squeezed the plush of her ass. She drew away from your neck and ran her tongue over the bruise before continuing down to your chest, kissing and nipping at the skin there. "Aren't you? My good, desperate girl?" She asked, her tone raspy and greedy.

"Fuck, yes—yours," You whined out, squeezing her tit and eliciting a moan from her. She continued to kiss down your chest until she reached your tits, then your navel, and then just at the hem of your underwear. She took a finger and tugged at the elastic until it snapped back against your skin, causing you to let out a small whimper. "Aw, do you need something, baby?" She cooed, pressing her fingers against the damp spot of the fabric, feeling how fucking soaked you were. "Yes, please, ma'am," You whined pathetically. "God, are you this wet from fucking me?" She scoffed. "Pathetic—but I think you deserve a reward, since you've done been so good for Mommy."

Regina's teeth bit into the hem of your underwear before pulling them down to pool around your ankles, and you kicked them away eagerly as her smirk widened. She stood back up and pulled you into another kiss, and you stepped forward so her back hit the wall again. You felt her fingers dance up your side and her knee pushed your legs apart, your arousal dripping down your thighs and your cunt aching for attention. Without warning, the blonde palmed your pussy and pressed the heel of her palm against your clit, making your hips buck and pulling a whine of desperation from you. You fucking needed her.

"Please, Mommy," You whimpered, resisting the urge to grind against her hand. She tsked and smirked against your lips, her fingers slowly running through your folds. "Since you asked so nicely, baby ..." She purred before plunging two fingers into you, and fuck, you let out a throaty whine.

Her pace started off slow and steady, tortuously pumping in and out of you, her thumb finding your clit and rotating over it. God, you were impatient; you needed more, and Regina knew what she was doing. After seeing that you were willing to wait and listen, she was quick to increase her pace—her fingers curling into your G-spot deliciously, your walls clenching around her fingers as her thumb continued to torture your clit. Within seconds, you were grinding against her palm and riding her fingers desperately—your head hung and legs shaking. Fuck, she was insane.

"Ma'am, I-I'm close—" You whimpered, to which Regina slowed her pace. "Not yet, baby," She cooed in your ear, her tongue flicking against the shell of it. You whined at her teasing but took it without complaint, squeezing a handful her ass. Whatever she gave you was a blessing.

And having you like this got her off—enough to where she took your hand and held it against her pussy, her eyes silently begging for more of you. You nodded and had no problem obeying her command—you teased her entrance before beginning to pump your digits in-and-out of her, and as you picked up, her pace began to match yours, bringing you closer.

"F-Fuck," You whined and trembled around her fingers, your clit grinding against her palm while she fucked you; her forehead was pressed to yours while she rolled her hips against your digits, your thumb pressed against her clit making her legs want to give out. Fuck, she was close. Her fingers began to curl into your G-spot at a merciless pace, and you practically fucking screamed in pleasure. You reciprocated her actions and your moans began mix, your breaths picking up while you both got close. Neither of you thought, just felt—and you couldn't fucking wait anymore. You were fucking Regina George against her bedroom wall, about to cum with her, And all after God-knows-how-long of fucking.

"Fuck, I can't—" You choked out, your teeth sinking into your lip. Regina's fingers wrapped around your chin and forced you to look up at her flushed face, her emerald eyes hooded and glossy. "I don't care—cum with me, please," She pleaded; both of your moans got throatier, and you couldn't wait anymore. You felt it in your whole body—the bottom of your feet, your chest, your stomach—fuck, you were coming with her and for her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—!"

Just as you came, she did, her cunt convulsing around her fingers while yours did the same, her name and obscenities slurring from your pretty lips while she continually fucked you through your orgasm. You continued to curl your fingers and didn't stop until she did, her cum dripping down your hand again. Fuck, you were spent.

You two slumped against each other for a moment, breaths fast-paced as you two panted and basked in the aftershocks. Before you could fully relax, Regina lifted your chin to look at her; her eyelids were drooped—she was exhausted. She carefully pulled her fingers out of you and put them to your lips, smearing your slick against them until you took her digits into your mouth and sucked your juices off of them. You moaned softly and did the same for her, pulling your fingers out of each other's mouths once they were clean. Fuck. Did any of that really just happen?

You didn't care. You took Regina's hand and guided her to the bed, tugging her down to lay beside you. Her arms wrapped around your waist and she snuggled up against you, burying her face in the crook of her neck. Neither of you said anything; you just dozed off.

When you woke up, it was way later than you intended—it was literally nighttime. You turned to see Regina stirring awake, her emerald eyes slowly fluttering open to look at you—you giggled softly. "How long have you been watching me, creep?" She scoffed, running a hand through her messy hair. "Not long, unfortunately," You pouted, to which Regina playfully rolled her eyes. "Whatever, baby."

The room fell silent again, the darkness securing your bubble of warmth. She looked at the window, blinking in surprise. "Have we really been asleep that long?" "Yeah, I guess so."

You sighed, scratching your shoulder. "That was amazing," You hummed, rolling over and facing her. She moved a hand to rest on your side, her smile soft and warm. "Tell me about it—I still owe you more from how hard you made me cum earlier," She giggled. You rolled your eyes, "You're insane."

"And you love it."

You two laid in silence for a moment before it dawned on you—you probably had to go, now. All of that, just for it to be over.

You rolled off of the bed and gathered your clothes, and you heard the sheets ruffle beside you. "What are you doing?" Regina asked in confusion, her brows knitted. You swallowed, turning to her. "I've been here a while—I'm sure you want the house to yourself," You hummed, though it hurt more to say it; it made it more real.

"I never said that, though," She hummed. "You don't have to go."

"No, don't feel pressured, Gigi. I understand if you don't wan—"

"I do," She cut you off pointedly, crawling over to the edge of the bed and holding your hand. "Stay, please."

You swallowed and looked back at her, feeling a warmth blossom in your chest. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer," She whined, gently tugging at your arm.

You nodded and dropped your things in a pile, crawling back into bed with her. Her arms found your waist again and tugged you close to her, her face buried in your neck and taking in your scent.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Gina."

You two forgot the fact that the cameras were still rolling.

[hermslore]

Pretty Girl [Reneé Rapp x Reader]

Reneé had been crushing on you for weeks, but you had a boyfriend. She knew you were straight, or at least, she thought so..

Warning : Mentions of smut

[Based on Pretty Girls by Reneé Rapp.]

Part 2

"You know," your hand traces Reneé's chest, "If I liked girls, I'd definitely have fucked you by now.." your voice sultry, whispering in her ear. Reneé pants as you mess with her. "Oh yeah? What about your boyfriend?" she says, biting her lip. "He wouldn't mind," well, shit.

You kiss her, full on the mouth, hands stroking her cheek. Reneé gasps into the kiss. She's liked you for weeks, because you were deliciously hot.

It was her suggestion that you both go to a club, and she knew you were "straight" but couldn't help but have the need to kiss you. And well, it was happening now.

You'd think that Reneé'd be flattered, well, it's pathetic because you're right.

Your hands slip up her skirt as she gasps into your mouth. Your mouth trails kisses down her jaw, to her neck as she whimpers. "You know, you're surprisingly good at this for a straight girl,"

You pull her in by her collar, kissing her neck and then pushing her up against a wall. Her hands travel to your ass, making you moan against her.

You both went home together that day, having an amazing "girls night."

Reneé knew you were wasted and that that night meant nothing to you. After all, it was late, you were drunk, of course you wanted to have a taste of a pretty girl.

She expected nothing more, however her mind kept wondering back to that night. Unexpectedly, you and Reneé kept hooking up, she took you back to her house, you pulled her in by her tie, slammed her against a door, and shoved your tongue in her mouth.

Another time, she pinned you to the wall, her fingers ramming in and out of your clit as you moaned her name softly.

Despite all this, Reneé was your dirty little secret, and of course she wanted more, she really liked you. But, every time she tried to talk about it, the conversation was classic, she could predict it line by line.

You had a reputation as a "straight girl", you had a boyfriend, you were nowhere near in love with the girl as much as she was with you. She'd claim she liked a straight jacket, but you wouldn't even so much as hold her hand in public.

Another time, your hands slipping into her pants as she gasped, "Oh shit," you giggled. You always acted like you guys never hooked up and for Reneé, it was a blessing and a curse. But in reality, you loved having her at your mercy, you loved touching her, you loved the noises she made, but you were just doing this for fun, after all, you were straight, weren't you?

"Wanna go clubbing?" She smiled, against your neck. "Yes, but my boyfr-" you started but she cut you off. "Yeah, your boyfriend's cute," she said, rolling her eyes, pulling you in by your neck to kiss you.

You gave her a look as Reneé realised. "Oh shit, yeah, he can come too."

Reneé went to get drinks for the three of you. When she came back, her heart broke a bit, there you were, kissing your boyfriend in public, his hands touching everywhere she used to touch.

She bit her lip, keeping the drinks down and running out the room, she knew you had a boyfriend, she knew she was gonna get hurt, but she couldn't help but love you.

You saw her face and excused yourself, you ran after her. "Reneé, listen to me, please" you came after her, but she refused to talk to you.

"You know what, you say that I'm your favorite with your hands in between my thighs, but you'll be his in the morning anyway."

"What? What're you talking about? We both agreed to this being for fun, you know it too. I'm straight!" You said, in disbelief.

She chuckled bitterly, looking at you with teary eyes. "Keep on pretending pretty girl."

[cas-writes-stuff-ig]

Part 3 of Cheering Her Up (A Float)

f!/nb! reader x regina george

CONTENT:

Word Count: 3203

The morning after the party

You and Regina go spend time in the pool together (you brought a duck float)

Regina shoves you in the pool

a little bit of suggestive flirting

some comphet/internalized homophobia/weird mixed signals type stuff

you're bonding with Kylie (Regina's little sister)

very mild angst/one-sided pining (at least you feel like its one-sided)

Part 1 of Cheering Her Up

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up

Part 4 of Cheering Her Up (coming soon maybeeeee??)

a/n:

sorry i've been missing in action for like 2 months, life's been sucky. Also I tried writing some smut for the end of this chapter but I decided to move it to the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it (I'm not necessarily happy with this chapter I just was bullshitting around a little)

OH ALSO i'm like about halfway done with that wine drunk fic with Leighton do expect that soon :]

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In the morning, since you were slightly hungover, you didn’t wanna cook and Mrs. George went out for some errands, so you and Regina went out to get breakfast. You gulped down two cups of coffee to help with your head, then asked her to drop by your house to get your school bag. “Gina I’m gonna take a bit, I’ve gotta find something. I’ll drive back to yours soon” You got out of the car.

“Okay, bye loser, I’ll see you there,” She said and then drove off. 

You walked inside and you had to explain to your dad you were fine and you just needed to grab some stuff to do homework with Regina. He was indifferent about what you did or didn’t do, he just cared that you weren’t arrested. 

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"Your family gonna be out long?" You asked after about forty minutes of mutual silence on your phones. It was Saturday and you both finished the little homework you had over an hour ago, and you had this itch to take a dip in her pool again.

"Probably, why?" She asked

"I bought a pool float, just say it's for your sister. I'll leave it here" you said sheepishly.

She was unimpressed with your excuse "Mmhm, you know she can't swim well" 

"Precisely why I got one, now she can enjoy the pool" You argued back 

"Fine, let me get changed. I'll meet you down there" Regina got up and walked into her closet. "You've asked to swim in my pool so many times. At this rate, you should just join the fucking swim team" She said sarcastically, and you walked toward the hallway.

"Whatever, your pool is just nice to hang out in" You left her room and jogged down the stairs to your car.

Regina walked down the stairs after changing, holding two towels and water bottles, she saw you sitting on the ground in a sleeveless t-shirt and your boxer shorts, blowing up a fucking duck floatie. "Hey G" you were out of breath "I forgot my swim trunks"

She tsked at you “You brought a float, but not your swimsuit?" She left the glass door open.

"Uhhhh, yeah. I know I know it was dumb" She walked past you, flicked your forehead, earning an “ow” from you, and went to sit on the lounge chair. When you filled the entire float with air, you plugged the hole and held it above your head. "Success!" You put it in the water next to the edge of the pool.

It was a pretty big floaty, it could easily fit two people on it. You carefully climbed onto the float "Regina, get in on this" You put your hands behind your head and relaxed, closing your eyes.

"You look stupid." She said glancing up from her phone, she was taking a secret photo of you. Part of her wanted to replace your contact photo with this one, but she didn’t.

You opened your eyes and scolded her "Hey, you could've said no to the pool, just get on here. Don't let my hard work go to waste" She started playing music. Wordlessly she got up from her chair and sat on the float with you. "Wow, I didn't think you'd actually listen to me"

"I'm taking pity on you actually," She said conceitedly, you just flipped her off and closed your eyes again. So you both just laid there, basking in the last few weeks of warmth before the cold came in full force.

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The float had drifted from the edge to the middle of the pool. You had about twenty minutes of peace before you felt Regina's hands under your back and she shoved you off the float when you were least expecting it. A short cry of surprise was quickly muted by your head falling under the water.

You resurfaced and quickly grasped one of the flimsy plastic handles along the edge of the float while she was calming down from laughter "That was uncalled for!" you said "You find too much pleasure in my demise, Regina"

She faked her remorse "I would never do such a thing" she tilted her head to the side.

"Then can you help me back on?" you asked.

She grinned mischievously and crossed her legs. "No" she waved her hand like she was dismissing you "Swim along little duck"

"Fine then" You started to claw your way back up on the float, bending one of the edges and letting Regina sink in the water a little bit.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Regina exclaimed as half her body was underwater due to your uncoordinated efforts. You finally got back on the float, you were on your stomach, and your head turned toward Regina. She was slightly irritated, and you just grinned at her. “You’re so annoying,” She said to you.

“You coulda helped me back up, you know? And if I’m so annoying, why do you still let me hang around?” your voice was playful. You decided to push the flirting a little more “You sure you’re just hanging around because you pity me? Is it for homework?” You shifted to lay on your side, head resting in the palm of your hand. “Or do you have a crush on me?” Your tone was joking but you were serious in your head.

Whenever you insinuated that your relationship was a little romantic, she would become testy. 

Your words pushed on Regina’s nerves, but she didn’t let it show on her face too much. She rolled her eyes. “Dream on nerd, I could care less about dating anyone right now. I’m not really gay.” She hated when you’d say things like that because she felt turmoil in her chest about the relationship you had with her, she didn’t want to think about what it meant. 

You knew her words were bullshit, the things she did with you spoke louder than words, but it still stung to hear her say that. You hid your disappointment and just said “Uhuh, whatever floats your boat Gina” She���s been like this throughout the entire situationship. Contradicting herself, going between acting like you were the only one in the world who knew her, or like what you had was nothing. 

This wasn’t good for your poor heart, but you were a fool, a dumb, lovesick fool, and you couldn’t help it. You knew she cared a little though, so you clung to the moments she had let you in, where you held each other like nothing else mattered.

She deflected the topic of romance quickly, “Go check my phone, my mom and Kylie might be back soon”

“But it's all the way over there, and I just got back on” You whined but you got off anyway, since she had a point. You grabbed one of the handles on the float and tugged Regina with you to the edge of the pool.

Regina snickered at how quickly you complied “You’re so easy, baby” You tried to ignore her, but she continued. “So obedient” Her voice was suggestive and teasing, your face reddened and you felt her words go straight between your thighs. You glanced over your shoulder trying to glare, but it looked more like a pout.

You reached the edge, stepped up and out of the pool, and walked toward the lounge chairs, drying your hand off with a towel to not get her phone wet. You looked back at Regina, “She said she’s gonna be home in about forty minutes, and it was sent like 26 minutes ago”

“Mm, okay,” She sounded mildly annoyed since you only had the pool to yourselves for less than an hour. Regina wanted to thoroughly enjoy the last few minutes of solitude with you. She got off the float “Come here”

You walked towards her, stepping into the water again. Regina had a hand on your shoulder, and right when you grabbed her waist about to pull her in closer for a kiss, you heard Regina’s mom say loudly “Hey guys!” as she opened the front door. You both instantly moved away from each other and got out. Mrs. George was holding some grocery bags and Kylie followed behind.

You and Regina already dried yourself off quickly, you hung the towel over your shoulder and walked inside. “Hey Kylie” Regina greeted, and Kylie gave a curt “Hey” back and then walked up to you.

“Hi, Mrs. George. Hey little George” You smiled and then crouched down so you were closer to eye level with Kylie. You stuck your fist out and Kylie fist-bumped you. 

“Hi, Y/N” She liked it when you and Regina were around. Kylie went on about her day to you. Regina was a little further away, and you made eye contact, Regina pointed at her sister and you, then mouthed ‘Traitors.’ You had to hold in your laugh and divert your attention back to her little sister. “Oh! And we’re going on a field trip to the aquarium in two weeks” 

Before you could answer, Regina’s mom called you all over to the kitchen. “Kylie have your lunch” She placed a plate on the table and Kylie sat down. “You guys hungry?”

Regina looked at you, meaning it was up to you “No, I’m okay. Thank you” you said. 

“Okay” her mom always sounded enthusiastic “Why don’t you invite Gretchen, Karen, and the new girl Cady to hang out with you guys in the pool?” 

“Uh-” Shit, you blanked on excuses

Regina cut in quickly “Gretchen and Y/N aren’t really on good terms mom, I’d rather not get into it” Which wasn’t true, Gretchen was in one of your classes and you were good acquaintances, which is why you and Regina had to be extra careful around her. Her special talent for getting people’s information was really incredible.

“Oh, okay honey” She moved on obliviously “I’m going to run a couple more errands, do you mind watching Kylie, Regina?” 

Regina took a quick glance at her sister who beamed at the idea of hanging out with both of you. “Sure, Mom” She wouldn’t show it much, but she really did care for her little sister.

“Great! I’ll be back around seven or eight tonight” Ms. George leaned closer to you “You both are welcome to drink whatever alcohol I bought, it’s in the fridge” She picked up her purse and left quickly. “Bye girls!” 

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Regina had taken out the margarita mix from the fridge and took out two glasses. Kylie finished her lunch and then grabbed a juice box from the fridge, “Hey little George, wanna hang out in the pool for a little?” 

“Sure!” She grinned and gulped down her juice box, leaving it on the table, then dashing up to her room to change.

Regina cleared her throat to get your attention, then held up the two glasses with ice, insinuating for you to drink with her. 

“Again?” You rolled your eyes, she poured you a glass and handed it to you. You took it anyway. “Fuck it, it’s Saturday” You downed it quickly and placed it down on the counter, Regina smirked and poured you another without asking if you wanted more. “You’re gonna be the reason my liver gives out in my thirties, Regina”

She began to walk away, bringing the glasses with her “You could say no, and I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to sip it, not chug it” She stepped back out to the backyard, and then Kylie returned in her swimsuit. 

“I’m ready let's go!” She skipped through the house and to the pool, and you followed behind. Regina had already settled on her lounge chair, drinking her glass. You sipped yours too, already feeling the burning down in your stomach. You heard Kylie gasp audibly at the sight of the float, then she whipped her head around to look at the both of you.

“I got you a duck float”

“Because you don’t know how to swim” Regina added under her breath, but Kylie heard her.

She defended herself “I know how to swim! It’s just hard.” You placed your drink down next to Regina and walked over to dip yourself in the shallow end, Kylie followed suit, and while the water only reached about a third of you, it went up over half of Kylie.

“Take it easy, you just ate okay?” You were trying to be mindful, and you pulled the float for her to grab “You can hold onto the float while you swim too, but your mom should really sign you up for lessons” 

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Twenty minutes went by and you were trying to teach Kylie to swim more effectively, but you weren’t particularly great at it either, so you opted to teach her how to tread water. You were in slightly deeper water now so she could practice, but shallow enough that your feet still touched the floor of the pool. After a bit, you successfully taught her how to not drown. “Hey good job little George” She reached for the float handle to take a break. 

“You want to get on the float now?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she said and you held the float for her as she clambered onto it, she sat cross-legged, then you let go to float on your back, still holding the float to not drift away. “Y/N,” Kylie whispered a little, “How come you’re not dating anyone?” You were taken aback a little bit and shifted to stand in the water. 

“Uh,” you thought for a second, also whispering back despite being a good ways away from Regina “I don’t know, but I’ve been in relationships before. Why you being nosey, George?” You kept your tone light. 

“No reason, I like to know things. Do you like anyone then?” She pried.

Her intrigue about your life was cute, so you entertained her curious antics a little “Mmhm, do you?” 

She started to pry more “No, boys are stupid. What’s their name?”

You snickered at how similar Kylie was to Regina “You sound like your sister, Kye. Also, it doesn’t matter, you don’t know them anyway” you lied.

Kylie pouted “I won’t tell anyone, not even Regina” 

“Okay, their name ends with an ‘A’” You whispered teasing her a little.

Both of your voices started to rise in volume, “That's not fair, there are so many names that end with ‘A’, give me something else to work with.” 

“Nope, sorry Little George” She crossed her arms and frowned at you, “Oh come on, I bought you a float, you can’t be mad at me.” 

Before either of you could continue your argument Regina cut in “Why are you upset Kylie?” She now sat at the edge of the pool with her legs in the water. 

“They won’t tell me who the-” 

You covered Kylie’s mouth quickly with your hand and into her ear “Don’t say anything to Gina, I’ll tell you later, I promise” You took your hand away from her mouth and held out your pinky “Please.” You didn’t want Regina to push you away, so you lied to yourself and tried to convince yourself that you could keep this casual. You both convinced yourselves this was casual.

“Fine” Kylie took your pinky, and you connected the tip of your thumb to hers locking the promise.

“Kylie, finish your sentence,” Regina said. Kylie glanced at her and then back at you, you held a finger up to your mouth, and Kylie zipped her mouth closed with her hand and pretended to throw an imaginary key away. Regina looked irritated, but if she found out you liked someone, she would force the answer out of you.

She was about to ask you, but then you copied Kylie’s gesture by zipping your mouth closed. “We’re sworn to secrecy” 

She just rolled her eyes at you. “You’re such a child”

“Hey!” Kylie acted offended

You defended Kylie “That’s ageist Gina” 

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Eventually, you went back inside it was about 5:30 now. “I’m showering first,” Regina announced “Use the guest bathroom to shower,” She told you.

“Okayy” You gave her a thumbs-up, she had filled your glass twice just 10 minutes ago, and you weren’t usually outwardly drunk, but your demeanor was more bubbly. Regina walked up the stairs and left you and Kylie alone.

“Hey you owe me” Kylie got your attention.

Shit, you should’ve just told Kylie you didn’t like anyone, or that you were still getting over your ex. “Kye, really?” You lay down on the floor, that last drink was hitting you, not enough to be visibly drunk, but enough for you to have a blabbermouth.

“Yeah,” Kylie sat down on the floor next to you. You heard the shower upstairs turn on.

“It’s a girl” You sort of liked playing these games still, it was mildly entertaining for you.

“Okay” 

“Starts with an R”

“So my sister?”

“Don’t tell her little George. You get no more details” You whispered. You should not have been telling a little kid this, especially her sister. But you were tipsy and with no one else to confide in, you told her anyway. “If you tell her I’ll take that float back” You kidded.

She held out her pinky to you “I won’t tell, pinky swear” You locked your pinky promise again with her. “I kind of like this one guy in my class” 

“I knew it, you little liar.” You sat up and ruffled her wet hair “So Kye has a crush huh?” She gave you more details about her crush. It was pretty adorable. Kylie detailed her crush being put in the same group for the upcoming aquarium field trip. Eventually she asked you more details about your crush on Regina.

“Why don’t you tell her you like her? You guys are always together.” Kylie asked you.

You hesitated when answering her question “Highschool social hierarchy is hard to explain, but being gay isn’t exactly great for your social status, plus I’m not exactly popular. And your sister–no one actually knows we’re friends aside from you and your mom.”

“But you guys are close friends, as close to Regina as Gretchen and Karen. And I think you are more fun to hang around than Aaron”

You smiled at her “I know, little George, you’re so sweet,  but it’s hard to explain why I can’t tell her.” You couldn’t outright tell Kylie her sister was essentially very homophobic outside of the house. “Things between us are weird and complicated, but I don’t think she will ever like me like that, thats all” 

Kylie frowned at that, you placed a hand on her shoulder “Don’t look so down. Trust me little George, it’s better she doesn’t know”

You both heard the shower shut off. Regina was in her robe and she peeked down the stairs seeing you and Kylie were still sitting at the bottom of the stairs talking. “Hey, what are you doing? Get washed up already” 

You stood up, “That’s our cue,” you offered your hand to Kylie and helped her up “Go shower before the beast gets mad at us” Kylie let out a little laugh.

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Confidence | 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Summary: Reneé asks you to come to her first day off shooting Mean Girls to give her the confidence she needs to play Regina George. (based on this scene)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut

Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.2k

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Reneé usually didn’t have a problem with showing off her body, she was proud of the way she looked, and often showed the world her confident side. She wore revealing outfits all the time, and never really gave a care in the world what others thought about her appearance. However, as the first day of shooting Mean Girls came closer, she started getting more and more nervous about portraying this confident character in front of the cameras.

Of course, Reneé had played Regina before, and knew the character well, but in front of the cameras it was different. On stage she got into character and played the part in front of a lot of people, but they were all sitting at a distance, and observed not only her but also the rest of the set around her. On set the cameras and the crew would be focussed on her playing the character the way they had envisioned her, of course they did the same for the other actors there, but the scene she was most worried about was Regina’s opening scene. 

It didn’t take much convincing on your girlfriend’s end to get you to join her on set for the first day of shooting. You loved supporting her in person whenever you were able to. Supporting her didn’t just mean her music and her acting, you supported her in every aspect of life, and she did the same for you, that is why your relationship worked so well. 

While it was an early call, Reneé still took some time to show you around the set. You hadn’t been to the Mean Girls set yet, and were looking at everything full of amusement. When you were younger, you had watched the original, and you always loved the movie, so seeing the set of the remake made you feel very nostalgic.

You sat to the side as Reneé was getting ready in the hair and make-up trailer, talking with her costars and the hair and make-up team. It was nice getting to know the girls she’d be working with for the next couple of months. 

Before you headed to the set they’d be shooting at this morning, you took Reneé to the side. “I just wanted to say that you are amazing, and you look incredible. You are going to crush this scene, and every scene after. You are the perfect Regina George, and I cannot wait to see the lines we rehearsed together come to life. I love you, baby. Have fun out there, and I will be right behind the crew supporting you.” Reneé pecked your lips, “You’re the best, but shush now or you’re going to make me cry.” You both laugh, and head into the hall the scene would be shot in. 

They were shooting the scene where Cady met Regina for the first time to the song ‘Meet the Plastics’. It included a close up shot of Reneé signing the song, while the camera slowly panned out, revealing more of her. It took a few takes to get the close up right, but when the crew was happy with the results, they moved on to the part that Reneé was most nervous about. It was a shot where she would sensually open her leather jacket and show off her boobs.

The first few takes were cut, “Reneé can you give us a try with some more confidence please?” The director asked and she nodded in response. Reneé looked up to you for some reassurance, and found you clenching your thighs together. You hid it well, no one else around you would notice, but Reneé knew. That familiar look in your eyes, and the subtle movements, she knew all too well. That sight alone gave her the confidence she needed to act the scene exactly how the directors had in mind. 

Once the scene was done, and Reneé had quickly said bye to her co-workers she walked up to you, “I knew having you here would do the trick. Wanna head back to my trailer?” Reneé wouldn’t be in the next couple of scenes they were shooting, so she had some free time. She knew just the way she wanted to spend that free time. 

After entering the trailer door behind you, Reneé pressed you up against it. Your breath hitched at the sudden movement, but a smirk started playing on your lips once you saw the look in your girlfriend’s eyes. “I told you you looked incredible.” You tease, letting your hand drag over her chest. When your hands found the zipper, you undid it the rest of the way, and took off the jacket. Your hands moved up her arms slowly until they reached the nap of her neck. “You are so beautiful, baby.” You tell her before she crashes her lips onto yours.

The kiss was instantly heated, you were very turned on from watching the scene Reneé acted in, so every small touch of your girlfriend letting her hands explore your body sent electricity throughout your body. Her lips made their way down your neck, kissing, sucking, and licking the spots you knew were going to have small bruises later. Your soft moans filled the trailer.

Reneé pulled you towards the bed in the back of the trailer. Only breaking the kiss, once you made it to the bed, so she could take off your shirt, and your bra. “So pretty.” She said before taking one of your nipples into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around the hardened bud. With one of your hands behind her back to pull her closer, and the other massaging her breasts, you fell back onto the bed. 

It didn’t take long for both of your clothes to be thrown onto the ground, and your moans filled the trailer once more, as Reneé drags her finger through your folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby.” Between moans you manage to say, “I told you, you looked incredible.” Reneé chuckled, “Once again proving that you are a boob girl.” Her comment made you laugh, but it got caught short as she entered one of her fingers into you, and started fucking you at a fast pace right away. 

Your moans start to get so loud that you’re afraid that someone will hear you, so you pull Reneé closer and crash your lips together to muffle the noises. You felt yourself nearing your high fast, as she entered a second finger, and used her thumb to run circles around your clit. “Baby, I-” Reneé’s darkened eyes meet yours, “Fuck, I’m close.” Reneé fastens her pace even more, loving the way she can feel you tighten around her fingers. “Come for me, baby.” Her sultry voice brings you over the edge. You moan her name loudly, no longer being able to control yourself as she fucks you through your orgasm. 

You let your head fall back onto the bed, while you come down from your high with a heaving chest. Reneé cleans off her fingers on the sheets, before she places soft kisses all over your face. “You did so great, baby. I should take you to set with me more often.” She says smiling down at you, admiring the way your sensitive body reacts to her soft touches. 

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yard work - chapter 2 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

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

chapter 1 / chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it, Mrs George."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> can i come over? daddys home

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

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

> sure > when? whenevr is fine w me

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

> omw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ncsdlr]

Soft Girls Don’t Stand a Chance (except you did. and it ruined her)

Regina George x Reader

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The room buzzes with casual chaos — cliques clicking, plastics sparkling. Regina George sits dead center, polished and dangerous, flanked by Gretchen and Karen like she’s royalty on her stupid glitter throne.

You walk in — new kid energy, sure — but you don’t scan the room. You already know who you’re looking for.

No one notices you until you’re standing right in front of her table.

Regina looks up slowly, like she can’t believe someone’s blocking her light.

“Can I help you?”

You smile. Calm. Confident. Hands in your pockets like you have all the time in the world.

“Yeah. I’m taking you out this weekend.”

The entire table stills.

Karen pauses mid-chew. Gretchen audibly gasps.

Regina scoffs, leaning back in her seat.

“Do you even know who I am?”

You nod, still smiling.

“Regina George. Queen bee. Heartbreaker. Looks good in pink. I know who you are. The question is — do you know who I am?”

She blinks.

“...No?”

You lean down slightly, not breaking eye contact.

“Then come find out.”

You straighten up.

“Saturday. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

And then? You walk away. Like you didn’t just declare romantic war in the middle of the cafeteria.

Regina stares after you, jaw slack, cheeks flushed.

Gretchen turns to her, whisper-shouting.

“What just happened?!”

Regina doesn’t answer.

Because she has no idea.

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The front porch light is warm, but not as warm as the look on your face when the door finally swings open.

Regina’s standing there in a deep burgundy satin dress that hugs like a threat. Her heels are dagger-thin, her hair curled to death, and she’s wearing the kind of lip gloss that makes men cry and girls question their entire identity. She’s the devil dressed for dinner — and she knows it.

You, on the other hand, are in a crisp black suit — no tie, collar slightly undone, sleeves rolled just enough to flex. The kind of look that says I can flirt with your dad, then walk you to the door like a gentleman.

Your eyes sweep over her. One slow, deliberate pass.

“You clean up dangerously well.”

Regina scoffs, leaning on the frame.

“You act like you didn’t expect me to.”

You grin. “I did. I just like being right.”

She raises a brow. “Cocky.”

“Observant.”

Her eyes flick down your outfit.

“You wore a suit?”

You shrug, calm and casual. “You wore temptation.”

Her lips twitch — not quite a smile, not quite a sneer.

“Careful. Compliments like that get people punched.”

You lean a little closer.

“I don’t mind bruises.”

Regina pauses. Just for a second. Then rolls her eyes, stepping outside and locking the door behind her.

“You always flirt like you’re narrating a perfume ad?”

You smirk, already walking her to the car.

“Only when the girl looks like sin in red.”

She slips into the passenger seat with a dramatic sigh — but her cheeks are pink.

“You’re exhausting.”

“You’ll live.”

The door clicks shut behind her. You walk around to your side, slow and composed, like you’ve already won — and Regina’s sitting there fuming because she’s not sure you haven’t.

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The interior of your car smells like leather and something faintly citrus. The dashboard lights cast you in sharp, elegant angles as you drive — one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed near the gear shift, rings catching light every time you move.

Regina crosses her legs like she’s trying to look unbothered. She is not unbothered.

“So. Where are you taking me?” she asks, studying you sideways.

You glance over, smirk tugging slow at your mouth.

“You’ll see.”

“If this ends at a Cheesecake Factory, I’m setting your car on fire.”

You chuckle. “You’re way too pretty for Cheesecake Factory.”

“Flattery’s cheap.”

You hum, pulling smoothly onto the freeway. “Good thing the restaurant isn’t.”

Regina raises a brow, arms folding.

“What, Daddy’s card paying for this little ego trip?”

You flash her a sidelong look, calm as ever.

“Please. I wouldn’t risk impressing you with someone else’s money.”

She looks at you for a long second. You don’t break eye contact. She looks away first.

Note to self, she thinks, this bitch is dangerous.

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The valet opens her door and you’re already there — hand out, waiting for hers like it’s instinct. Regina hesitates only for half a second before slipping her fingers into yours.

The restaurant is dim, intimate, all glass chandeliers and white linen and waiters who definitely know who you are.

Regina doesn’t say anything when the hostess greets you by name. Doesn’t flinch when the maître d’ leads you to a corner booth with actual privacy. Doesn’t ask why there’s already a bottle of wine waiting at your table.

But she’s definitely noticing.

“You come here often?” she asks as you slide her chair out for her.

“Only when I want to impress someone.”

Regina rolls her eyes — but she’s smiling now. Just a little.

“Still working on that, huh?”

You pour her wine with practiced ease, never once breaking eye contact.

“Is it working?”

She sips the wine you poured for her. Looks you over.

“You’re lucky I’m into delusional people.”

“And you’re lucky I’m into girls who pretend not to be impressed.”

She smirks. “Oh, I’m impressed. That doesn’t mean you’re winning.”

You lean in slightly.

“Winning what?”

“This.”

“Is this a game now?”

Regina leans in too — elbows on the table, lips barely parted.

“It’s always a game.”

You laugh once, low and easy.

“I love games.”

They order. Something rich and rare, and you barely look at the menu. You’ve clearly been here before — another flex Regina silently clocks, right alongside the waiter who seems to know to bring her extra lemon with her water without being asked.

“Do you always take girls here?” she asks, folding her napkin into her lap with perfect poise.

You shrug, sipping from your wine glass like a Bond girl who also took AP Lit.

“Only the ones worth remembering.”

Regina scoffs, stabbing her salad a little too hard.

“Bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Only the ones who make it past lunch.”

She side-eyes you. “You’re annoying.”

You grin. “You’re blushing.”

She glares because she really is blushing.

It’s casual and intense at the same time. Every story told becomes a challenge. She tells you about Gretchen’s weird food phase — you counter with a perfectly timed joke about how you used to paint your exes and now they’re all convinced they’re cursed. You talk about moving from Boston. She talks about how everyone here’s obsessed with her — but the way she says it sounds like a warning more than a brag.

“What, no big tragic backstory?” she asks, tipping her chin.

“Would it make me hotter?”

“Depends. Is there crying?”

“Only if you beg.”

She laughs. Loud and real.

And it slips — just for a second — how easy this is. How comfortable you are. How quickly you’ve made her feel seen.

She hates that.

--

The last bite sits between you like bait — dark chocolate velvet, raspberry glaze bleeding into whipped cream. One fork, two of you. And she gets to it first.

Not in a rush. Not aggressive. Just inevitable.

Regina’s hand drapes over the handle like it belongs to her. Like everything on this table does. She drags the fork through that final bite like she’s brushing the edge of something forbidden.

She doesn’t look at you. Not at first.

She lifts the fork slowly — deliberate, elegant — and when her eyes finally meet yours, her mouth parts just slightly.

And then she bites.

Not polite. Not shy. She pulls the fork out with her teeth, lips curling around it as if it were something more than silver. Her tongue slips forward to catch the cream at the corner of her mouth and she lingers there, licking slow and thoughtful.

“You gonna offer me some of that,” you murmur, voice suddenly low, “or just keep seducing me with crumbs?”

She hums like she’s thinking it over. Then holds the fork against her lower lip — like she’s still tasting it, like it’s still you.

“You’re a big girl,” she purrs. “Take what you want.”

You lean in. Close enough to smell her perfume — some sweet, devastating thing that shouldn’t be legal on a schoolgirl.

“Careful,” you say, “I will.”

Regina places the fork down slowly. Her fingers trace the metal like she’s reluctant to let go. Then she rests her chin on her hand, elbow propped on the white tablecloth, eyes locked on yours with all the heat of a sun about to explode.

“Maybe I want you to.”

There’s nothing fake in her voice. It’s soft. Dangerous. The kind of tone people use before they ask you to ruin them.

And maybe that’s what she wants.

Or maybe she’s bluffing just to see if you’ll call it.

You drag your own fork through the leftovers. You don’t break eye contact, not once. You bring it to your mouth, slow as anything.

“You sure about that?”

She tilts her head, mouth curved in a smirk so lazy it should be criminal. Her voice is velvet soaked in sin:

“What do you think?”

You don’t flinch.

You eat the bite — and then you lean back, slow and casual, like you didn’t just swallow the taste of her mouth.

“I think if I asked you to feed me the next one, you’d do it just to watch me fall apart.”

And Regina — God help her — falters.

Not visibly. Not enough for anyone else to see.

But you catch it — the subtle hitch in her breath, the twitch at her jaw. Her legs cross under the table like she’s trying to keep something in place.

“You think I want you to fall apart?” she asks, voice all smoke and glass.

“No,” you say, smile carving into something too honest, too bold. “I think you want to be the reason.”

Her breath stutters. Her lips part — maybe to reply, maybe to curse, maybe to lean across the table and end this whole fucking standoff with her mouth on yours.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she downs the last of her wine in a single breathless motion, eyes still locked on you like she’ll lose something if she looks away.

She’s not flustered. She’s furious.

Furious that you’re winning.

Furious that she cares.

Furious that she might be the one falling apart.

--

Goddammit.

You’re charming. Effortlessly. The kind of charming that doesn’t ask for permission — just walks in and rearranges the furniture.

She can’t tell if she wants to flirt back or flee. She can’t tell if you’re being sincere or playing the long game.

…But she kind of wants you to be playing. Because that means she can win.

Even now — while you’re telling her a story about getting caught in the rain at a museum gala and making it sound romantic instead of humiliating — she’s plotting.

You’re confident. You’re soft. You’re dangerous.

So she’s thinking:

If I pull her close enough, she won’t see it coming when I let her go.

But then you smile at her like she’s already worth the risk. Like you’d wait for her to come around without saying it out loud.

And it makes something ache in her chest that she doesn’t know how to name.

****

The hallway’s alive with chaos — lockers slamming, gum snapping, whispers loud enough to be intentional.

And then it parts.

Like the sea.

Like God herself hit pause.

Because they’re coming.

Regina, Gretchen, and Karen — The Plastics in full pink regalia. Mini skirts. Blazers. High heels that have no business sounding like they do on linoleum.

Regina walks like the hallway belongs to her. Like she built it. Like her heels are the law and her lip gloss is a loaded weapon.

But then she sees you.

Leaning against a locker like you’ve got nowhere to be. Not pink. Not smiling. Just… there. In black. In control. With your sleeves rolled up and your arms crossed, like you're the storm she didn't plan for.

You meet her eyes. And smile — just a flicker, just enough.

Regina falters. Not in her step. God, no. She wouldn’t give you that.

But it’s the eyes. That little shift. That flash of recognition.

She came to win, and you showed up like you already did.

Karen waves at you with both hands. Gretchen blinks twice, then leans into Regina’s shoulder.

“Is she looking at us?” Gretchen hisses.

“Obviously,” Regina mutters, straightening her spine. “She’s obsessed with me.”

You start walking.

Regina pretends not to care.

You’re close now. Real close. So close Regina has to fight the urge to glance at your mouth.

“Nice outfit,” you say, smooth as satin. “You always this subtle?”

She scoffs. Loud. Like she’s unbothered. But her voice betrays her — too sharp, too quick.

“Is this supposed to be flirting?”

“Would it work if it was?”

“Try harder.”

“You sure you want me to?”

And that’s it.

That tiny crack in her lipstick-perfect exterior. You see it — the way her tongue wets her bottom lip, how her eyes flicker down your neck for half a second too long.

“You’re not special,” she says, voice honeyed and acid-dipped. “Just because you walk around like you invented confidence.”

“And yet,” you murmur, stepping just a bit closer, “here you are, wearing pink on purpose. For me?”

She almost smirks. Almost.

“It’s Wednesday. It’s a rule.”

“You break rules all the time.”

She hates how true that is.

You lean in — not enough to touch, but close enough that she can smell you.

“You look good in pink, Regina.”

She rolls her eyes. Too late. Her pulse is already in her ears.

You don’t wait for a response.

You walk past her, all quiet confidence and subtle amusement — leaving perfume and ruin behind you.

Regina turns, jaw clenched, trying not to watch you go.

But she does.

Karen giggles. “She’s so cool.”

“She’s annoying,” Regina snaps, eyes still locked on your retreating back.

Why the hell does she smell good? Why the hell does she walk like that? Why the hell does she know she has me without doing anything?

Why do I like it?

----

Her bedroom’s quiet. Too quiet.

Except for the pacing. The click of designer slippers on hardwood. The sound of seething.

Regina George does not get flustered. She flusters.

She owns this school, this town, this zip code. And yet… She can’t stop thinking about the way you smiled like you knew exactly what you were doing. The way you said “You sure you want me to?” like she was already halfway to yes.

She runs a hand through her hair — perfectly blown out, and now ruined — and groans at the ceiling.

“No. No. Absolutely not. This is not happening.”

She flops down on her bed like a woman freshly betrayed. Her phone lights up with notifications — Shane double-texting, Aaron posting thirst traps, someone asking her to prom already.

She sits up fast.

An idea.

A wicked, glittering, morally bankrupt idea.

“Okay. Okay. You wanna act like you’re unbothered?” she mutters, opening her phone, swiping fast. “Cool. Let’s see how you like it when I’ve got backup dancers.”

She types with manicured fury.

🧠 PLAN: REGAIN POWER

Reintroduce Shane to the chessboard. He’s hot, dumb, loyal. Safe.

Aaron = visual chaos. One hallway makeout should rattle any ego.

Casual flirts with random JV boys — diversify the field.

Act like you forgot reader’s name. Even though it’s burned into her eyelids.

She texts Shane something scandalous and vague, sends Aaron a pic of her lip gloss with zero context.

“Let’s see if she smiles like that when I’m on someone else’s lap.”

Still, even as she types, her jaw’s tight.

Because the truth — the ugly, painful, unRegina George truth — is that you didn’t even do anything dramatic. You didn’t flirt with anyone else. You didn’t even try to show her up.

You just stood there. Confident. Present. Powerful.

And for a second — just a second — she didn’t feel like the top of the food chain.

She felt… like prey.

She’s not even trying. That’s what’s so annoying. Like she doesn’t care if I bite, as long as she gets close enough to watch me twitch.

Regina kicks her legs off the bed. Stands again. Adjusts her robe like she’s about to walk onto a stage.

“Fine,” she says out loud. “You want a war? You got one.”

I’m Regina freaking George. You don’t make me nervous. I make you beg.

----

It starts in the hallway. Again.

But this time?

You’re not leaning. You’re walking.

No backpack. Just a hand tucked in your jacket pocket, the other holding a $7 matcha in a reusable glass bottle. Earrings in. Designer belt on. You’re glowing — not sweaty from gym or smudged from math class. Glowing like someone who sleeps well and has never once begged for attention.

And Regina sees you.

Of course she does.

She’s with Shane this time — hanging off her arm like a slightly evolved frat boy. His hand is on her waist. He laughs like he's proud to be seen.

You don’t stop.

But you do look.

And it’s the look that does it.

Cool. Curious. Like Regina’s a passing exhibit at a zoo. Cute. Predictable. Domesticated.

“Damn,” Gretchen mutters beside her, “She’s really—”

“Trying too hard,” Regina snaps quickly. “She wants me to look.”

But you don’t even glance back.

Instead? You slip your sunglasses on. Indoors. And walk straight into the advanced art room with a teacher keycard you’re definitely not supposed to have — like the rules weren’t made for you in the first place.

Regina’s jaw tightens.

Why the hell do you walk like you know something I don’t? Why does your silence feel louder than my entire goddamn Instagram feed?

----

Of course there’s a party.

A Friday night rager hosted by one of the trust fund kids in the next town over. Everyone who’s anyone is there.

Regina walks in with Shane in her passenger seat, pink mini dress blinding, lips glossy, neck strategically bitten. She’s the moment. Or she should be.

But then someone turns.

And whispers:

“She’s here.”

Not about Regina.

About you.

And when Regina sees you — she wants to scream.

You’re on the back patio, half-lounging on an outdoor sectional, drink in hand, some college senior laughing too hard at something you definitely said on purpose. Your jacket is off. You’re in dark silk and silver rings. Your watch glints. Your posture is perfect.

You don’t even flinch when Regina walks up.

“Wow,” she says, arms crossed, venom light in her voice. “Didn’t know you were into undergrads.”

You smile — all teeth and patience.

“He’s into me. I was just being polite.”

Regina narrows her eyes.

“You always this full of yourself?”

“Only when I’m right.”

“About what?”

“That I never had to compete.”

The silence that follows is deafening.

Regina’s mouth opens — then shuts. Her fingers curl around her clutch like a threat. She’s ready to fight. To bite. To lash out.

But you?

You just glance at her drink.

“Still doing vodka cranberries?” you ask, soft. “You always drink that when you’re pretending you’re fine.”

She blinks. And suddenly she’s naked under your gaze. Not literally. Worse. Emotionally.

How the hell do you know that?

You smile again — quieter this time.

Then you stand.

“It was nice catching up, Regina.”

You walk away before she can answer.

Because that’s what power is.

Walking away while they’re still standing there, wanting more.

----

She doesn’t cry.

Let’s start there.

Regina George does not cry over a girl who wears matching socks and walks like a closing argument. She doesn’t sit on her bed and worry about someone else taking her power.

She just… spirals. Elegantly.

The lights are off. The LED vanity’s still glowing faint pink. Her phone is buzzing — Aaron liked her story. Shane sent a shirtless selfie. Someone from the lacrosse team asked if she was “free rn.”

And she’s never felt less wanted.

Why the hell won’t she look at me?

She paces again.

Her closet door is half open. Her lip gloss drawer is still slightly cracked. Everything in her room looks used. Touched. Lived in. And suddenly, she hates it.

Because you are untouched.

Unbothered. Uncluttered. Untouchable.

And it’s driving her insane.

She opens her phone again. Starts typing.

TO: Shane

You still wanna make Y/N jealous? Meet me at 7AM tomorrow. Wear grey. I want them to see you.

Deletes it.

She doesn’t need you to see her with Shane.

She needs you to want to interrupt it.

She scrolls again. Finds a selfie she never posted — the one where her tank top hangs too low and her lips are parted just enough.

If she doesn’t flinch at this, she’s not human.

But she doesn’t post it.

Because you don’t play that game.

You don’t fight for attention. You don’t beg for love. You don’t even flinch when she walks by.

And it’s starting to make her feel like she’s the one auditioning.

“Nope,” she says to the mirror. “Absolutely not.”

She straightens her robe. Sits at her desk. Opens a notebook because her last little thing like this didn't even make your eye twitch — one of her old Burn Book ones with rhinestones and chaos scribbled into the spine.

She writes in pink ink:

OPERATION: RECLAIM POWER

Post thirst trap (but caption it like you’re laughing at something private. That gets her.)

Get Shane to walk you to class, touch your hip.

Make eye contact, then look away.

Pretend you forgot her name.

Or better — call her something wrong. Baby. Angel. Honey. Something sarcastic. Something flirty. Make her wonder if you’re playing her back.

She pauses.

Bites her pen.

Adds:

Do NOT fall in love with her.

Seriously.

STOP IT.

Slams the notebook shut.

I’m Regina George. I don’t chase. I get chosen.

But god — She’s starting to hate how it feels not to be picked.

----

The thirst trap goes up first.

A mirror pic, loose off-the-shoulder sweater and perfect hair, captioned:

“accidentally hot today 😅 oops”

It’s bait. Perfect, shiny bait.

She posts it right before school. Times it with precision — knowing you’ll be on your phone sometime before first period, even if just for a second. And if you don’t double tap?

Good. That’s worse.

Next move?

Shane.

He’s already waiting by her locker like a well-trained accessory — hoodie on, smelling like Axe and sports anxiety. He grins when she walks up, already slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“So, are we like... fake dating now or—”

“Shut up,” she says sweetly. “Just look cute.”

She laughs loud. Tosses her hair. Grabs his hand and pulls it to her hip. Shane’s confused, but he doesn’t ask. Boys like him never do.

They start walking — down the hall. Right past you.

You don’t stop.

You look.

Of course you look. But it’s so brief she almost misses it. And then you nod — like you’re greeting a classmate, not the girl you once called breathtaking between bites of tiramisu.

Why does she always look like she knows something I don’t?

She laughs louder. Touches Shane’s shoulder. Throws a glance over at you like she’s unbothered, amused, barely interested. But inside?

Inside, she’s watching your every breath.

--

Lunch comes.

You’re sitting alone. Not because you’re lonely — but because people leave you alone. There’s a difference.

She walks past your table, tray in hand, Shane trailing behind.

“Hi,” she says, voice sugary. “Didn’t see you there.”

You look up. Blink once. “Hi, Regina.”

Not ‘babe’? Not ‘gorgeous’? Nothing flirty?

She smiles — wide, blinding, fake.

“Did you see my story this morning?”

You sip your drink.

“Nope. I was busy.”

Busy. BUSY???

Busy doing what? Being hotter than me by accident? Thinking about me and pretending not to?

Shane laughs at something she didn’t say.

She sits two tables away. But it’s not far enough to ignore the way you lean back in your chair. How calm you look. Like a storm made of manners.

Why won’t she just flinch? Why won’t she blink?

It’s getting harder to breathe. Harder to pretend this isn’t all slipping through her manicured fingers.

So at the end of the day, she tries one last thing.

A direct hit.

She finds you by your locker — alone again, like you planned it. Calm. Clean. Cool.

She smirks.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You blink. “Yes?”

“Are you stalking me or something?” she smirks. “I feel like you keep appearing.”

You laugh — not mean, not amused. Just knowing.

“Regina, you’re the one standing in front of my locker.”

She doesn’t move.

You step in, just half a breath closer, and rest your hand — light, effortless — on her forearm.

Not a squeeze. Not a pull. Just a touch. Warm. Brief. Intentional.

Her skin buzzes.

why did that feel like a threat disguised as a compliment

Your voice drops.

“But if you’re trying to make me jealous…” Your thumb strokes her arm — barely there. “…try harder.”

And with that, you let go.

Walk away.

Sunglasses on. Not looking back.

Again.

--

She goes to Aaron next.

Reignites that old flame in the hallway between chem and calculus.

They’re laughing too loud. She touches his arm too much. It’s rehearsed and obvious.

You stroll past them, slow and unbothered.

“Careful, Aaron,” you say. “Wouldn’t want you thinking she likes you again.”

She shoots daggers. You wink.

--

Then she grabs Shane again.

Lets him carry her bag. Sits close at lunch. Asks him to help her stretch before gym.

You lean against the lockers, sipping iced coffee like it’s an art form.

“You know he peaked in middle school, right?”

She glares at you.

You smile. “But hey, I love that you're giving back to the community.”

--

She wears short skirts and taller heels. Laughs at every boy’s joke. Posts thirst traps with misleading captions.

You comment once.

Just:

“Cute. But I like the dress you wore on our date better.”

Regina throws her hands up in exasperation when she reads it because please, explain why it still feels like you're winning whatever this not-game is.

--

She corners you at your locker one day — eyes sharp, gloss glinting.

“You bored yet?”

You cock a brow. “Of you? Not even close.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of chasing me?”

“Sweetheart,” you murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder, “you’ve been chasing my attention since the first day I walked in.”

Her breath catches.

And still. She doesn’t stop.

--

She walks into class late one morning wearing your jacket.

You know it’s yours — monogrammed on the sleeve, for god’s sake.

You lean forward in your seat.

“You look good in my clothes.”

“Didn’t say it was yours.”

“Didn’t say you could take it, either.”

You don’t ask for it back. But it did make you wonder how she got it.

--

She kisses Shane in front of you after 6th period one day — quick, performative, lips on his cheek but eyes on you.

You just grin while you pass them.

“A little sloppy,” you say, breezing past. “You usually aim higher.”

She doesn’t kiss Shane again.

--

She’s spiraling. You’re serene.

She’s throwing matches. You’re already flameproof.

And for every cruel little power play she tosses your way?

You throw back a compliment that makes her knees weak.

Every move she makes to tip the scale?

You’re already tipping her off balance with nothing but a well-placed glance and a whispered line that lives in her head for days.

--

And when she finally storms up to you — cheeks flushed, mouth set, hands clenched at her sides?

You just tilt your head and say,

“Tell me, Regina. Are you trying to win this little war, or are you trying to get my attention?”

She doesn’t answer.

But her silence is screaming.

****

You decided to take Regina out on another date. Finally, Regina thought, but you don't have to know that to survive.

She shows up looking like trouble.

You open the car door and smirk.

“God, you’re unreal,” you say, helping her in.

“Don’t start.”

“But I haven’t even told you you’re the most beautiful woman alive yet. Should I save it for dessert?”

She stares. “You’re exhausting.”

“And still, you showed up.”

--

At the rooftop, she looks around like she might start floating off the edge.

“What is this place?”

“Private. Quiet. Gorgeous.” You glance at her. “Just like you.”

She glares — but her lip twitches.

Seated, drinks served, she tries to gain ground.

“So. You’re rich. Mysterious. Confident. What’s the catch?”

You sip your drink.

“I cry during Pixar movies and I flirt like it’s a sport.”

She nearly chokes on her cocktail.

“You’re not that smooth.”

“You’re sitting across from me in a red dress. I think I am.”

The waiter brings over a shared dessert — chocolate ganache, edible gold, something ridiculous. She lifts a fork.

And it begins.

She slowly feeds herself a bite. Licks a bit from the corner of her lip, not breaking eye contact.

“You’re staring.”

“You want me to stop?”

She tilts her head. “And if I said yes?”

You smile. “Then I’d stop staring… and start touching.”

She makes a noise — half gasp, half threat.

“God, you’re so full of yourself.”

“Only when I’ve got something this delicious in front of me.”

She scoffs — but there’s heat in her cheeks, something she covers by throwing back the rest of her drink.

“You’re dangerous.”

“And you’re used to being the predator. How’s that working out for you?”

--

By the end of the night, she’s breathless.

Not from dancing. Not from the rooftop wind.

But from the way you make her feel like she’s never had the upper hand, not really. Like the game changed the second you walked in the door.

And the worst part?

She likes it.

****

It starts with her pacing.

Back and forth, barefoot in her room, phone untouched on her bed, your last text still unread. You hadn’t even said anything suggestive—just:

“Don’t forget you’ve still got my jacket.”

Simple. Innocent. Torturous.

Because she hadn’t forgotten. She’d tried it on again this morning. And again just before dinner. And five minutes ago.

She sits. Stands. Swears.

She thinks about how you never begged. Never chased.

How you just were—charming and calm and terrifyingly composed. How you never fought for her… and somehow that made her want to fight for you.

How you let her pull every petty move in the book, and you just kept showing up—chivalrous, infuriatingly patient, always three steps ahead.

It’s humiliating, really.

To know that you were never trying to win. You just wanted her.

And somehow, that makes it worse.

She grabs her keys before she can stop herself.

----

You answer the door in a hoodie. Barefoot. Calm.

Like her showing up at 11:42 PM isn’t a category-five storm waiting to happen.

She doesn’t say hello.

She just walks in, stands in the middle of your living room like she’s been there before—because she has.

“I’m not doing this to be sweet,” she says.

You raise a brow. “Didn’t think you were.”

“And I’m not here because I’ve changed, or grown, or healed, or whatever bullshit you probably expect from people.”

You nod once. “Okay.”

“I’m still mean,” she says. “Still selfish. Still… so fucking scared of being the one who ends up with more to lose.”

You just look at her.

“You make not loving you so fucking hard,” she says finally, voice cracking right down the middle. “And I’ve tried. Believe me.”

"Trust me, I know."

Then:

“I don’t want to owe you anything,” she adds. “I don’t want to feel like I’ve been tamed, or reformed, or whatever happy ending cliché this looks like.”

You step forward—slowly.

“Then don’t owe me,” you say. “Just… stay.”

She blinks hard.

Then lets out a breath like surrender.

Like pulling the pin and handing it to you. Like falling into something soft and terrifying.

She walks up. Wraps your jacket tighter around herself.

“Fine,” she mutters. “Fuck. You win.”

And maybe it sounds bitter. Maybe it is.

But the way she leans into you?

That’s not bitterness.

That’s home.

[kookiekatz]

What if Y/n cookie was like Regina george from Mean Girls??? At first, she was one of the first cookies to be baked and was one the Virtue of Humilily, however, being worshipped and pampered by the common cookies and being infected by the corruption made her think she really is the queen bee and because of it she became the Queen of Mean. She became the Beast of haughtiness who treats common cookies like drones who work for her until they die😈😈😈😈 and when the cookie overthrew her, she retaliated by spreading the secrets and insecurities of the common cookies turning everyone against each other and starting riots all over earthbread she ran off before the witches can punish her though

How would the cookies react to seeing her again centuries later with new powers and a place in beast-yeast???😈😈😈😈

Shut up...........Shut up-Regina George

(SMC🥛) He remembers the uproar you caused with your cute little burn book, and Shadow milk is big enough to admit you outdone yourself. Your influence and manipulative nature caused all that Deceit and Mean chaos he knew he married you for some reason yay☺️ Since you yourself and ruthless and manipulative yourself you and Shadow milk become a force to be reckoned with, and everybody feared you both. Due to your assertive nature, you often mouth off to your husband, which he always found to be cute, and how you would drag him away to go shopping, which is his favorite thing to do with you. Overall, your shared cruelty knows no bounds, and he would be lying if he said he hates it.

(BSC🔥) Oh man he was cackling at the whole incident from years ago, you have been together ever since you were baked and it was a roller Coster of fun and collateral damage🤣 He remembered how meek, gentle, docile, and just submissive in general. You got along with everyone, and their for was liked by everyone and grew confident in your influence. Then you and him began to change in the worst ways possible. You both grew to be cruel, ruthless, and aggressive, so you are more socially aggressive. You also display manipulative aspects and, therefore, provoke a lot of cookies. At this point, you became a burning spice second in command. Well, it was kinda of given, considering your wife, who will rule alongside him with a pair of iron fists❤️‍🔥.

(SSC🧂) He heard about what you did during the fallout. Silent salt cookie would remember that time and deeply sigh. You were the sweetest cookie he ever met being so meek and naive. Now look at you Mean, spoiled, arrogant, and manipulative bossing," around the common cookies and making them your slaves. On a brighter note, the only thing that didn't change about you was the love you have for Silent salt cookie, always coming to see him and visiting him in your free time. Though you grew to be superficial, you never bothered to try and change him, at least. Appearance wise, however, you don't fail to spoil him with awesome swords you buy or make for him. You're definitely a more complex individual. Silent salt remains loyal and loving to you🧂.

(PVC🍦) So many cookies are wondering how this relationship even started in the first place. Hell, even the other beast cookies had some questions. When Pure Vanilla first met you and when he, gingerbrave, and his friends defeated you, he felt your vulnerability, your rage, everything negative from you. Pure Vanilla cookie would just smile at your harsh behavior and try to help you change for the better and look for ways to channel your rage. Pure Vanilla was also more patient with your more narcissistic traits, but he doesn't think you're a bad cookie, just insecure, sensitive, and possibly depressed. He's knows you can be good you just need someone to guide and support you.

(DCC🍫) You give him a headache, the kind of headache Mystic Flour cookie can only dream of giving him. It's great that you have a high regard for yourself, but sometimes you get arrogant and dark. Cacao doesn't always like it. However, I learned that you might have some vulnerability issues, so you needed to act big and bad around normal cookies, but on a brighter note, you have.....mildly good traits. Your intelligence often helps him find solutions and solve problems around his kingdom, and strategic in battle. You are also assertive, so if there's something dark Cacao wants or needs, you will get it for him, shocking him a bit. Your dynamic is a whole oxymoron, but somehow, it works🤨.

Although most of the men wish you wouldn't force them to wear pink with you on wendsdays😮‍💨😑.........Anyway

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A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[A Short Prompt For Today; WIP]

Minors DNI!!!

* Despite there being no smut/nothing particularly graphic in this one, I’m still dealing in hefty topics here to try and make it relevant to the main idea I had for these characters!

Takes place mainly after the events of the film [2024 version]; Regina and Reader have started their Senior Year at Northshore at this point in time!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.3k!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: self-doubt + depression, swearing, PTSD, anxiety + separation anxiety, a implied kidnapping; if I’ve missed anything here, please feel free to let me know - thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Birthday Present/I Know You Well

“We could get arrested for this,” you murmured cautiously, subconsciously looking around the dark area as Regina rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t be annoyed at you, a soft smile playing on her lips again.

Your heart skipped a beat when another stick snapped beneath your right foot, and she raised her eyebrows judgementally back at you, you tensing up a little in response to her icy gaze.

“S-Sorry,” you managed, your voice hardly there as she shook her head subconsciously, expression softening all over again.

“You’re okay,” she cooed softly, and goosebumps prickled along your arms as she reached for your right hand, and it was hard not to shudder - warm all over, as soon as you felt the fingers of her left lightly intermingling with the fingers of your right again. “It’s not too far, now,” she reassured again ever gently, and you still couldn’t believe she was here with you as she led you further down the woodland pathway, your heart skipping too many beats at a time again.

“You still haven’t told me where you’re taking me-”

“You don’t need to know, until we get there,” she repeated calmly, just like she had at least half an hour ago, before you’d both sneaked out of your and Cal’s homestead again.

“As long as it’s nothing to do with-..”

You winced, before falling quiet again, not sure if you should tell her, or not; you’d been cagey about your birthday since forever.

You just didn’t think anyone needed to know, as you tried not to think of dark rooms again.

You kept your head low, but Regina was distracted - thankfully enough.

“It should be just-..”

She looked to the right pathway, more brambly than ever.

“Reg,” you continued worriedly, not wanting her to get scratched as she tried to get her leg over a solitary and sharp-looking stick on the ground, succeeding with suspicious ease and familiarity.

You wondered if she’d been down here before, but you didn’t have much time to think, before she’d offered you her hand again, after having to let go to focus on the manoeuvre somehow.

“I - I don’t know if this is a good - what if we’re going onto someone’s property? There could be anything, around here-! I’ve not been this way before-”

“Jesus, Y/n - it’s not even that big of a deal, just - just trust me, okay?”

She interjected, her voice a little firmer than before, but not unkind - just slightly more exasperated.

You thought about it for a moment, before you sighed heavily again.

You didn’t want to disappoint her, as your hand met her own again.

It got hard to breathe, for a moment, when the warmth of her palm brushed against your own.

“You ready-?”

She inquired softly, her eyes ever brighter than before as you tried to recompose yourself, before you nodded tightly, and swallowed nervously again.

“Y-Yeah - I - I think so,” you managed, and she tried not to grin sheepishly over at you again, amused by the timid look on your face as she carefully began to aid you over the same obstacle, and you luckily managed to get over it, without getting your clothes snagged in any way, shape, or blissful form.

“See? Piece of cake, literally,” she remarked easily as she cleared her throat a little more awkwardly, and pressed herself to continue walking down the same pathway.

“That was not - I’m not even gonna say that,” you uttered, and she giggled softly ahead of you, the sound prompting your heart to skip a beat as you averted your gaze again, feel much too warm and fuzzy inside as you tried to focus on the ground below you, and whatever could be waiting to trip you up, somehow. “Hey, are - are you sure we - we shouldn’t have told Cal about this?”

You inquired, and Regina huffed impatiently ahead of you as she shook her head without hesitation.

“He wouldn’t have let us go,” she complained, sounding as if she were pouting a little, even.

“Y-Yeah, but-.. maybe - what if - what if he’s right to not let us come down here?”

You pressed, and she sighed, not even humouring your question at this point.

“Just - keep following me, okay? You won’t regret it, I promise,” she insisted.

You would probably find it hard to reject her for anything, anyway.

You obediently continued behind her, and you faltered when she stopped before you.

“Reg-?”

She held up a branch, and you winced when you realised she was holding it back from you.

“O-Oh - t-thanks,” you managed, and she smirked in your direction, only making it harder to breathe somehow.

“You’re welcome,” she replied simply, and you were acutely aware of the fact she was behind you, now.

“So, are - are we any closer, now?”

You pried, and she raised her eyebrows back at you, before huffing softly all over again.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, right?”

She responded as she gesticulated with her head toward the left pathway, now.

The trees were tall around the both of you, their leaves finally colourful again.

You couldn’t help, but smile at the sight, and her heart leaped as she glanced over at you, noticing the way your eyes were glinting, now.

“It - It’s pretty, right?”

She mused, and you found it hard to even speak as you nodded slowly, your heart pounding too fast all over again.

“Y-Yeah,” you answered softly, before you even realised the word had slipped from your lips, the way it did, then.

“Like you,” she added, eventually, as she averted her gaze timidly again.

You didn’t know what to say, as you glanced warily back at her, evidently not expecting the comment when it came.

“You - did you just-?”

You began cautiously, but she didn’t dare look back at you again as she shook her head tightly, not sure what had even made her think to say that, in the first place.

“We should probably-.. yeah,” she continued barely audibly as she meandered around you to continue down the new path-line.

Your heart sank a little at that, but you tried to shrug it off as you followed closely behind her, feeling colder than you did, earlier.

It was when there was a makeshift archway of a split tree that you lifted your gaze, your heart jolting all over again as you did.

The clearing ahead was bright; so bright, and colourful - the flower variations were many.

Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze fell upon her again, before you winced when you realised she was looking back at you still.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you stammered a little as she raised her eyebrows, tilting her head a little.

“For-?”

She questioned, and you tried to think of the right words you could say.

“I - I just-.. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I-.. I’m sorry,” you uttered as you timidly inched closer to her, and her eyebrows furrowed a little again.

“Hey-”

She gently caught your right hand within her own again.

You tensed up as soon as you felt it, before you warily looked back at her, your heart pounding too fast again.

“Y-You okay-?”

You murmured, before cursing yourself for being so vulnerable around her as you turned to face her a little more, her eyes never leaving your’s again.

“Y-Yeah, I just - I’m okay, I just wanted you to - to know that-.. I wanted you to know that-..”

She sighed, wishing it weren’t so hard to communicate around you sometimes; she just didn’t want to say something wrong around you; she didn’t want to push you away from her; didn’t want to lose you, and it scared her to think that she didn’t know what that meant, yet.

“Look, you - you don’t need to apologise to me. For anything, okay? You - You’ve never done anything to - to hurt me, in any way, a-and I-.. I could never do anything to hurt you, either.”

You didn’t know what to even think right now as you listened to her contently, smiling faintly up at her again.

“You - You know that, right?”

She asked, looking almost - fearful, that you’d say ‘no’, but you could never do that to her.

Yes, you knew that - from things you’d heard around Northshore before you’d even met her - she had been involved in many things you’d rather avoid in a person.

However, when you’d actually met her, it was like she was a new person.

Sure, you’d both started out being awkward around one another, and you even dismissive at times whenever she had to shadow you around the stables, but it was when she’d found you crying and shaking outside of one of the pastures that you felt almost - safer, around her.

You’d remembered how she pulled you close to her, you struggling against her as if you were in one of your occasional episodic fits, before she’d taken off her jacket to wrap it around you again.

You didn’t think you’d ever seen her scared before, the way you had, that day.

Sometimes you still dreamt that you were in her arms, her fingers in your hair as she tried to soothe you as much as she could.

You didn’t even dream of the bad men anymore; it was just her.

Every sense of her being.

You cautiously shifted in place, before you mustered up a faint ‘yes’, and pairing it with an even briefer ‘of course I do’.

She expressed relief, at that.

Her eyes glistened all over again, and you revelled in how blue they were.

“Good, that - that’s good,” she mustered up slowly, and your heart sank a little when her eyes avoided your’s for a moment. “That’s always good,” she added even softer, as if she’d not intended for you to hear it that time, particularly, “because-..”

She sighed, struggling to find the right phrasing again, as well as the confidence to spark up what she wanted to say to you.

“Okay - don’t get mad, because - because - I-.. shit-.. okay, I might have asked Cal when your birthday was.”

You faltered as you shook your head timidly, trying not to get scared again; you knew you were okay - she was here; you were here - they couldn’t get you here.

They - They just couldn’t, right?

“So, I - I had this great idea, a-and-.. and I just wanted - I wanted to do something for you, because - I don’t even know, but I - I just - I think I-”

You didn’t know what made you do it.

You didn’t even think about it, your gaze drifting down to her soft lips.

You’d wondered how soft they could actually be.

So, you just - you kissed her.

You’d been ready for her to push you away; you really thought she would, but it was you yourself who pulled away in the end, stammering a little nervously as you kept your head low, wondering if you’d fucked up already.

Little did you know, it had made her feel empty, to have you pull away like that.

“I - I’m so - I didn’t mean-”

“So, you - you wanted to too, right?”

She interjected softly, and you would appear taken aback as you gazed back at her again, and she smiled thinly back at you.

“W-What are you-?”

It was her turn, and as soon as her lips were on your’s you couldn’t think anymore; it just - stopped you from being able to do anything somehow as you just melted into the touch, even allowing her to deepen the kiss a little as she eased you back gently against the tree behind you.

This all just felt - so-..

You were hardly conscious, when the kiss had ended again.

It was only when she giggled a little breathlessly that you could direct your gaze back to her again.

“I - I was scared you wouldn’t-..”

She winced, before averting her gaze again as she awkwardly shuffled in place, you finding yourself stuck just admiring her, your back still against the tree.

“You - You did like it, didn’t you? It - It’s okay, if - if not, I - I just, you - you know.”

She fell quiet again, finding she couldn’t bring herself to look back up at you as she awaited a response, you hardly breathing anymore.

“R-Reg-?”

You mustered up, eventually.

She hummed quietly to show she was listening, and your lips moved silently for a moment as you tried to recompose yourself a little, until you finally managed to continue, and her heart skipped a beat when your voice finally sounded again.

“Can - Can you - Can you please kiss me again?”

You requested barely audibly, and she couldn’t believe it as her eyes glinted again, before she nodded timidly back at you.

“Er, s-sure,” she answered softly, her voice close to a whisper, at this point, as she inched closer to you again, your heart pounding loud in your ears as she closed the gap between you both again.

You wondered if it was a bad thing that you didn’t care if you couldn’t breathe anymore, as her lips brushed against your own so blissfully all over again.

It was almost as if she were afraid of hurting you, if she didn’t kiss you as delicately as she was, now.

You hardly noticed that the kiss was over again, when she turned your head a little to the left side, before she pressed an even softer kiss to your right cheek, you revelling in the moment as she rested her chin upon your right shoulder again.

“Oh, and - Y/n?”

You nodded timidly as you tried to calm down; tried to steady your breathing pattern as heat flooded over your face again.

“H-Hm?”

Was all you could manage - verbally - right now.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you’re enjoying this new concept of a Short Prompt an Occasional Day kinda thing!

I certainly enjoyed writing it; I just feel I need to work a bit more on the delivery!

Hopefully, I will be able to write one for tomorrow, as well, but I probably won’t be able to post it until a bit later in the day!

I will probably also be adding these prompts onto the Masterlist dedicated to their characters, as well as ao3!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again soon!

For now, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H. 💜

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regina’s puppy (4)

// regina has a soft spot for you, but when she refuses to accept why, someone else might swoop in and take your attention away from her. //

warnings: soft!regina, fluff, pining, LOTS of pining, regina is falling for the reader hard, reader is a gay mess, regina is a lesbian who’s terrible at emotions. (don’t get too used to fluffy chapters this is the calm before the storm…)

(this part 4 of the series, read part 3 here)

you end up replaying gretchen’s party in your head over the weekend. you can’t seem to stop thinking about the look in regina’s eyes when she saw you and dani talking. it was the angriest you’ve ever seen her, and then afterwards she just pretended as if it never occurred. yet it was engraved into your brain like a branded memory; permanently there for you to think about at night.

you couldn’t figure out why regina was so enthralled by you… if you could call it that. as you started to become more aware of what dani said on friday night, how you were regina’s “puppy”… it caused you to overthink a few things. this entire time you thought regina was getting closer to you all of a sudden because she enjoyed your company. now you feared it was because she just wanted some new pet to play with.

you and regina had developed a routine on the nights you couldn’t convince your parents to allow you to stay the night. she’d call you, and you’d talk for hours; sometimes till you fell asleep. though saturday night you used a flimsy excuse of being at your grandmas house; she new it was a lie. then on sunday, you barely texted her at all. she knew something was up right away, and she wasn’t going to tolerate it.

as soon as you walked out of your house to catch the bus on monday, regina’s jeep was parked on the side of the street. your heart immediately began to flutter as it usually does whenever you see the blonde. she rolls down her window, and you catch a glimpse of how gorgeous she looks. your legs have a mind of their own as you begin to walk up to her car, furrowing your brows. “don’t you usually pick up gretchen on mondays?” you question, and she shrugs, flashing you that colgate smile that makes your knees week. “she can take the bus. get in, loser.” she taunts you.

you can’t help but sheepishly smile as you get into her passenger side. “she’s gonna freak out. she was texting the group chat all weekend about how her parents found puke in her grandmas ashes.” you giggle, and regina lets out this strained laugh that isn’t her usual one. “yeah, i tried calling you but you were busy.” she grumbles, and you tense up slightly. “and you were dodging my texts. what gives?” she asks, as she begins to drive. she doesn’t turn on music like she usually does, only showing you how serious she is.

“i just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened on friday.” you start cautiously, and she frowns, an agitated expression etching itself onto her features. “seriously? that fucking bitch deserved a slap, y/n.” she defends herself, and you flash her a look. “i’m not talking about the slap… i mean, i’m actually surprised you didn’t do worse.” you joke softly, trying to lighten the heavy tension in the air. regina lets out this tiny exhale; if it weren’t so quiet in the car you may not have heard it. that’s when you take in how wrought up she seems, as if she’s been stressing over something.

surely she wasn’t stressing over you avoiding her for two days… right?

“then what is it? why are you being weird?” she questions demandingly, sounding genuinely upset. “because i can’t stop thinking about what dani said!” you huff out, sounding the most frustrated she’s ever heard. upon seeing your exasperated demeanor, she calms down slightly. realizing something was actually wrong. “y/n, everything that loser said was bullshit—“ she starts, but you cut her off, “she was right though! i am such a different person now and it’s only been a month.” you counterpoint, causing her to bite her tongue.

regina hates to be interrupted, but she really enjoys you and whatever it is that’s budding between the two of you. she doesn’t want to lose it because some stupid jock said something at a lame party she only went to in order to save face. “and you don’t like who you are? you don’t enjoy the way we’ve been hanging out all the time?” regina questions, you shake your head. “i love spending time with you… but dani called me your puppy, gina. is that seriously what people think of me now? is that what you think of me?” you ask persistently.

the blonde shakes her head rapidly in disagreement. “i don’t think of you as my puppy… just because you have the qualities of one, doesn’t mean i consider you one.” she tells you, and you frown. “how do i have the qualities of a puppy?” you can’t help but ask, and she shrugs. “loyal, obedient, always happy to see me.” she flashes you that infamous smile, and you roll your eyes in response. “y/n, dani is just jealous because you’re hanging out with me and not her. she only said that to get under your skin, and clearly it worked.” she states, and your silence causes her to reach for your hand.

her touch sends shockwaves throughout your body. “don’t be angry at me over some comment a dumb jock made because you wouldn’t go into a basement with her.” she practically pleads, and you know it’s the closest thing you’ll get to any sort of comfort from regina george. “besides, don’t you like hanging out with me?” she questions, and you throw her a look that says “are you serious”. “of course i like hanging out with you, you’re like my favorite person.” you admit, and regina feels something tugging on the heartstrings she didn’t even realize she had.

“then stop listening to what anyone else says.” this sounds more like a command, so you find yourself nodding dumbly. your brain always goes fuzzy whenever she tells you to do something, and the only coherent thought is to do whatever regina says. god, maybe dani was right, you are regina’s puppy.

you walk into school with the blonde by your side. you’ve adjusted to the gawking students that ogle regina as she walks by. you really don’t blame them; ever since freshman year you’ve been one of those people who gaze at her in admiration. until now. regina’s strange interest in you hasn’t gone unnoticed by anyone else, and you’re now beginning to adjust to all the attention.

“please never make me take the bus again!” gretchen exclaims as she storms up to the both of you, and regina rolls her eyes. “i had to pick up y/n today. you’ll survive.” the blonde sounds unamused, causing gretchen to huff in response. “i already said i’m sorry, even though it’s totally not my fault i have a totally hot basement that makes people horny.” she says, and regina narrows her eyes at her friend. “we discussed this already. i’m going to be taking y/n to school from now on.” her tone is up for no disagreements, and you shake your head in protest. “it’s okay, gina. i don’t mind taking the bus—“ you start, but she cuts you off.

“i like picking you up. hush.” she shushes you quickly, and you try to ignore the way the back of your neck heats up. gretchen pouts, but doesn’t argue any further. as the three of you approach regina’s locker, karen bounces up to you guys. “did you guys here about the new girl who’s transferring here tomorrow?” she asks curiously, and regina quirks a brow in clear interest. “a new girl? why wasn’t i informed about this?” she questions, and karen shrugs. “i heard it from arnold who says he heard it from elizabeth g.” she explains, and the blonde presses her lips together tightly.

“a new student nobody bothered to tell me about… huh.” she says as she thinks about it for a moment. “she better be more interesting than the last new student we had. jeanette renolds is such a bore.” the blonde adds simply, and that’s that. the topic of the “new student” doesn’t come up again. at least not in front of you.

during lunch gretchen begins to talk about how close homecoming is, regardless of it being 3 months away. “you’re running for homecoming queen again, right regina?” gretchen asks, and regina glowers. “of course i am. why wouldn’t i?” she responds with a question, before looking at you. “are you going to vote for me to be homecoming queen?” she asks, her voice flirty and sweet. your cheeks flush under her gaze, “of course, i voted for you last year too, gina.” you confess, and this elicits a large smile from your favorite blonde.

“everyone voted for regina last year, and this year it’s not gonna change. i don’t even think you need a campaign manager this time either.” gretchen says, and regina rolls her eyes. “i am my own campaign manager, idiot. but i have y/n to help me with more stuff this year, like what color scheme i should go with.” she says suggestively, as her gaze flickers over to you. your eyes widen in slight panic, “what?? i can’t pick your color scheme! i’m terrible at picking out stuff. i mean, you chose my entire wardrobe.” you remind her, and she shrugs.

“don’t care. your opinion is the only one that matters to me, so we’ll start looking at dresses next week. for you too.” her tone is left for no debates, and you don’t really pay attention to anything past “your opinion is the only one that matters to me”. the heat rises to your neck and face, and regina’s grin deepens. “are we still hanging out after school, or are you bailing on me today again?” regina pointedly asks you, and you nod eagerly. “we can try that new pretzel place—“ regina cuts you off, “you’re so cute, i can’t do too many carbs but i’ll get you pretzels on the way to where i’m taking you.” she declares, and your eyebrows perk up.

before you can question the blonde the bell rings, “i’m not doing anything after school—“ gretchen tries to say but regina cuts her off. “i didn’t ask, and you weren’t invited.” she hisses, and gretchen huffs. nobody dares question why regina is so adamant on spending time with you; especially alone time. honestly, you’re a bit scared to ask her as well. not because you think she’ll be mean to you, regina is never mean to you, no, you’re just afraid you may mess up whatever this is.

you’re ashamed to admit regina has become the center of your universe. she takes up all the spaces in your brain, and you can’t even go an hour without thinking about her. you and regina end up hanging out after school as promised. you end up sitting in the passenger seat of her car, a medium sized lemonade in your hand along with your mini pretzel bites. regina steals glances at you every now and then; you contentedly hum along to the song that’s playing as you curiously gaze out the window.

the only thought that keeps circling her mind is how much she likes this. just being around you.

“are we going on a hike?” you ask your hundredth question, and regina groans. “no, i hate walking.” she reminds you, and you have this adorable expression on your face as you think about other possibilities. the further from town you get, the further your mind wanders. “the beach?” you ask, and she shakes her head. “nope; i hate getting sand in my shoes and car.” she deadpans, and you go quiet for another few seconds. “we’ve been driving for almost forty minutes… what time are we coming back?” you inquire, and regina rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance.

“you already wanna leave me?” she responds with a question of her own, and you shake your head rapidly. “no! i love hanging out with you, i just gotta text my mom and let her know before we end up somewhere with no service.” you explain yourself, and regina pretends as if she’s thinking about it for a moment. “just tell your mom you’re gonna spend the night at mine.” she orders, and you flash her a look, “gina, i can’t spend the night on a monday.” you remind her, causing her to huff.

“fine, tell her i’ll have you home by ten-thirty.” she mutters begrudgingly, and you smile in satisfaction. you send the text to your mom right as regina turns onto another highway to leave town. “okay, now i’m really curious! please tell me where we’re going.” you sound more excited than before, and the eagerness in your voice tugs on the blonde’s heartstrings. “it’s just a little place i like to go when things are too much. todays like the first pretty day we’ve had in awhile, and i wanted to take you.” she reveals, causing something inside of you to melt.

“y-you wanna take me to your spot?” you sound genuinely stunned, and regina snorts. “duh, who else would i wanna bring there? gretchen talks too much, karen doesn’t know what’s going on half the time, and everyone else only hangs out with me because i’m “regina george”… it’s only natural for me to take my special girl to my special place.” she retorts easily, causing the blood to rise to your face. regina smirks as she notes how flushed your cheeks are; she doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of the affect she has on you.

“we’re almost there; finish your pretzels.” she commands, and you don’t have to be told twice.

the sun is nearly setting by the time you both pull into a secluded area off a random road in the middle of nowhere. you can’t help but wonder how regina knows about this place; how long she was driving to find it one day. as she drives further into a green grassy area full of trees, with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps in the tree lines. your eyes widen as she drives further, only going deeper into the beautiful woods.

you roll down your windows excitedly, “oh my gosh this place is so pretty!” you squeal tempestuously. regina tries not look at you in fear she may swerve and ram into a tree, but your sudden uncontrolled behavior causes her to smile widely. if anyone she knew were to see it, they would hell froze over. she’s glad you aren’t paying any attention to her, because you would’ve seen the unusually soft expression on her face. you turn to look at her, catching her grinning from ear to ear, “we haven’t even gotten to the really cool part.” she tells you, and your eyes enlarge as they gaze into her.

“cooler than a literal forest out of a picture book!?” you ask and she chuckles, “you’re way too easy to impress. i’m starting to think i could park behind the 7/11 with you for an hour and you’d have fun.” she murmurs, and you shrug as you look back out the window. “as long as it’s with you.” you say this so easily, and it causes her smile to fall. her expression morphs into a baffled one, and she can’t stop herself from wondering why... why do you enjoy being around her so much?

regina makes a slight turn, and you let out this breathless gasp as your eyes land on a creek with a waterfall. it isn’t big, but it’s beautiful. “oh my god… gina! this is so beautiful!” you shriek erratically and you unbuckle your seatbelt as you the car comes to a full stop. you run out, and her eyes widen, “hey! i said i hate walking!” she hisses, trying to sound angry but she can’t even recognize herself.

if the girls heard me right now, they’d never respect me again.

“come on, gina!!” you order her, and regina— the girl who never takes orders from anyone— sighs as she turns the car off and gets out. “look at how clear the water is!” your enthusiasm causes regina to approach you, and act as if she hasn’t already seen this place a hundred times before you. it looks different when you’re here… regina can’t seem to place why. she isn’t sure if she’ll ever enjoy coming here without you again, and she doesn’t care. all she can do is stare at how the light of the sunset reflects off your big, wondrous eyes.

“if i would’ve known you liked this place so much, i would’ve brought you here awhile ago. i just never thought of bringing anyone till now.” she admits softly, and your smile deepens, which is something she didn’t even think was possible. “you haven’t bright anyone else here?” you ask timidly, and she nods earnestly. “just you.”

her confession causes you to wrap your arms around her, hugging her abruptly. her eyes widen a bit; she’s never been the hugging type… yet as your delicate grasp tightens around her lovingly, in a way she’s never felt, she can’t help the way her stomach flutters pathetically. she hugs you back, and can feel you practically melt into her. you’re so happy, and it hits her that you’re happy because of her. she’s made people cry, yell, curse, and run in the opposite direction… but she’s never made anyone feel happy.

the fleeting thought alone terrifies her like nothing else ever has. regina george is falling in love with you, and she isn’t sure how to stop it.

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[sillydizzybxtches]

handle it , r. george

★ ⸺ smutty, 402-word blurb <3

A quiet, eager groan parted from your lips as her tongue dragged up the side of your neck, the points of her freshly-manicured nails biting into your thigh while her fingers curled, her palm dragging against your soft flesh as she felt you up.

"You're just so desperate, aren't you?" Regina purred softly before pressing her lips to your neck, her other hand tilting your jaw up to get more access to your tender skin. You whimpered and nodded softly, leaning into her touch; you felt her hand squeeze your thigh in response, a growl bleeding into her words. "Answer."

Fuck, she'd been teasing you all day—but you two were out and you couldn't do anything about it. Not that you would dare to, anyway; you always took what she gave you, but it was just so fucking unfair. She was teasing you in the back of a limo, for God's sake.

"Yes, ma'am—" You swallowed, and you felt a warmth flicker in the pit of your stomach as her lips re-connected with your neck, plump and perfect—rekindling that desperation within you. She hummed softly against your skin before slowly sinking her teeth into it to suck on the skin, causing you to squirm. "Gina, what if people see?" You whined—you knew she was all about image.

"I don't care," She scoffed, to your surprise. You felt her slender fingers begin to travel further up your thigh, settling on your inner thigh and pressing into the skin. "I need you."

"Regina, we can't—"

"Shut the fuck up," The blonde snapped, her nails digging into your skin almost painfully. "You want me to stop, baby? Tell me. Say it."

What kind of question was that? Of course you didn't want her to stop—but you knew you shouldn't. When you didn't respond, Regina scoffed and pulled away from you altogether, rolling her eyes, to which you whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Wait, please—"

"No, fuck it. I'll handle it myself," She smirked, teasing the hem of her skirt before slipping her hand beneath the belt of it. You couldn't see anything but her lashes fluttering and her hand moving, but fuck, it turned you on.

It wasn't long until her breathy pants and gasps turned into soft moans, and she was quick to cover her mouth with her free hand, curling her fingers deliciously as she almost tipped over the edge.

And all you could do was fucking watch.

[hermslore]

Car Ride | Regina George x Reader

REQUESTED

You're a part of the plastics, and get invited by Regina to go shopping along with the girls. During the trip, another girl begins to flirt with you and Regina, being her, gets jealous.

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warning: smut

Fingering, Reader having to keep quiet, Car sex, Public sex, dom!regina, choking, mention of strap-on

Regina had found a new person to play with, Cady Heron. You were in her group of plastics for a while and when new meat walked in, of course Regina had to invite her to have lunch with the rest of you.

Cady was very pretty, the only problem was, her fashion sense. Which, Regina couldn't tolerate. So, she decided to invite all of you to go shopping.

"Get in loser," she smirked at Cady, your jealousy growing. You and Regina's relationship was complicated. You had sex with her a lot but never more than that. She was out to everyone but you were scared to ask her out. However, despite, the "friends with benefits" relation you both had, she would get extremely jealous whenever you got close to someone else.

When all of you reached the mall, she helped pick out outfits for cady. They all tried on different types of clothing, and gretchen and karen hyped cady up and helped her decide what to buy.

While all of this was going on, you were roaming around, picking clothes that you thought would look good on Regina as you chuckled to yourself.

Of course, you had developed a crush on Regina, Gretchen and Karen had figured it out too, saying you were awfully obvious.

While you were lost in your thoughts, a worker showed up to help you out. Her blouse was slightly open, and you could tell she was trying to flirt.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Regina glaring at the both of you and you decided to mess with her. You started leaning in more into the worker, laughing and giggling at her words, acting flirty.

Regina was boiling with rage, she hated seeing you flirt with others, that too, in front of her. She stormed over, grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

"We're leaving," she growled, you shivered at her aggression. You all made your way to the car, but she didn't make eye contact with you, neither did she try to talk to you.

As you were too many people, you all decided to split cabs. One with you, Karen and Regina, the other with Cady and Gretchen.

Karen sat in the front, completely oblivious to the tension among you and Regina at the back. She had headphones in, not paying attention to you both.

"Regin-" you began to talk, but were cut off as she turned around and glared at you. "What did you think you were doing?" she asked you, her tone demanding, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't form proper sentences, her hand undoing your jeans slowly. Karen was completely phased out, not paying attention to you both to your relief. "I- I was just talking to the worker there," you managed to say.

"Oh, you know it was more than that," she hissed. She was extremely mad, and you found it so hot. You were going to answer but gasped.

Her fingers made it to your underwear, teasing your folds. "Maybe you need to be reminded who you belong to," she growled in your ear. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly.

"So wet for me, kitten," she purred in your ear as you bit your lip to suppress your noises. Her fingers stroked you, making you shiver.

"Who do you belong to?" She looked at you, eyes filled with lust. "Y-you, mmph," you whimper out, unable to form coherent sentences.

She inserted a finger in you, making you gasp. "Keep quiet, or else I'll have to choke you," she snarled, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Oh, you want that, don't you?" she chuckled, darkly. Her free hand made it's way to your neck, choking you, as she looked front to make sure Karen didn't see anything. You let out a muffled moan as she added another finger in you.

"Regina, please, I'll never flirt with anyone else," you begged, you were getting desparate now. She giggled, fastening her pace as you let out muffled moans, biting your lip to the point where it almost drew blood.

"That's it, baby, ride my fingers," she purred in your ear as you rolled your hips against her fingers. You came undone quite quickly, making her chuckle. She pulled her fingers out, letting go of your neck and licked them clean.

You licked your lips and looked at her hungrily. You couldn't wait to get home, you knew she would punish you for flirting with other people.

And you were right, when you both got home, she bent you over her bed, ramming her strap into you till you couldn't walk.

[sirenseraph]

˗ˏˋ☀︎ 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓣𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾 ☀︎ˎˊ˗

𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

˗ˏˋ “𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉 , 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 “ ˎˊ˗

ʚ𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑ɞ

Like lilies, they bloom in quiet grace; soft petals wrapped around steady roots. Delicate yet resilient, they lean on each other, thriving in the light of shared secrets and gentle strength. Their love, a fragrant whisper in a bustling world , pure, untamed, and endlessly growing.

Two childhood lovers find their way back to each other after years of hatred.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

heyy could you do a renee rapp or Regina george x reader? Any genre is ok! Thank you!

OFC ANON!

my masterlist!

Slow mornings

Summary: A slow morning, and just reader and Reneé being all domestic. Tooth rotting fluff!

Word count: 667 (SORRY ITS SHORT!!)

TW: kissing, I think that’s it?

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x fem!reader

A/N: Hey so I’m kind getting back into writing, going to try keep going with all my requests I get sent and try keep going with my emily series!! Hope you enjoy!

Reader pov:

The chilly autumn breeze floats through the windows and parts the curtains for a few seconds, the sun peaking through as it does so. My hands come up to my eyes to shield them from the golden sun beating down on me and Reneé through the thin gap.

I turn around after feeling her arms around me like usual, and burry myself into her chest, making myself at home. I let out a relaxed breath as I feel her stir. I attempt to stay still in hopes of not waking her but her eyelids pry themselves open anyway. Her blue eyes find my own and a tired smile graces her face.

“Good morning” Her tired voice croaks, the sound bouncing off the walls, sending shivers down me. She could never not be gorgeous.

“Morning, love” I say back, tilting my head up to be more in her eyeline. She takes this opportunity to capture my lips in hers, moving against each other softly, gently pouring every ounce of love we could muster at this early hour into the kiss. She pulls back and cups my face in her hand, rubbing soothing circles over my cheek and smiling softly.

“I love you” The words tumble drowsily out my mouth before I could stop them. But her smiles grows fonder nonetheless.

“I love you too baby” The replies falls upon my ears as I place my head back in her chest, now enjoying the warmth of the sun on us rather than being annoyed it disrupted my sleep. Our legs tangle together and it’s hard to see where she starts and I end.

Her hands draw mindless patterns over my side as I begin to feel my eyes close again. I know I shouldn’t go back to sleep but who can resist when in my position? Safely tucked into your lover, the sun warming us gently, being totally lost in the other’s touch.

A blaring alarm rips through our tranquil state reminding us we do need to get up at some point. Reneé reaches over me and turns it off.

“C’mon baby, we need to get up” Her breath fans over my ear as she whispers to me. I reluctantly pull myself out of her embrace and watch her as she rolls over and sits upright on the edge of the bed, stretching slowly, waking weary limbs after a peaceful night.

I quickly follow suit as she slips into the darkness of the hallway and walks down to the kitchen. She puts on the kettle before turning her attention to me. Her hands find my waist and she pulls me so we’re flush against each other. Her nose brushes mine as we talk.

“What are we doing today, anything in particular?” She questions.

“Not that I’m aware of” I reply. A content hum leaves her lips, we haven’t had a day where both our schedules agree in a while so, finally having today is nice.

Reneé taps the backs of my thighs gently as she pressed me against the kitchen counter, signalling for me to jump. I do as she says and position myself on top of the marble countertop. She stands between my legs, sliding her hands up and down my thighs in a soothing manner. Her eyes lock with mine and we both lean in. We’re lost in yet another kiss, the world seems to dissolve whenever we’re together. Like it’s only us, and only ever been us. Nothing beats slow mornings. Lazy cuddles and kisses. The lack of words made up for in gentle lingering touches and the whispers of the autumn breeze.