#renee x y/n

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synopsis: after a god-awful day, reneé only wants to go back home. away from assholes, and next to her girlfriend (with whom she envies for having a day-off).

(for the anon who requested this, sorry it took me two months to get motivation before i could make this😭)

(these bots are all wlw, so men dni, let us have this one thing lol)

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look at us now II Renée Slegers x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | part two I word count: 2689

summary: former lovers reunite at Arsenal.

author's note: hi, our first Renée Slegers fanfic, let us know your thoughts on it. As always this is purely fiction, enjoy. 🤍❤️

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 “So, you hired another assistant coach without telling me?”, Renée asked incredulously, well aware that except for her, the room was full of very important looking men.

One of them nodded sternly: “You needed another one. We made the decision for you.”

Renée closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath, fighting the urge to protest. She was Arsenals new head coach after all.

With forced calmness, she asked: “Who is it?”

“You know her already.”

Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She opened her mouth in order to ask what that was about to mean when you finally made your appearance. You had waited all morning in anticipation to surprise your former teammate with your presence.

“Hello Renée.”, you greeted her as you walked into the room.

Recognition flashed across her face, followed by genuine excitement. She got up from her chair, beaming: “You!”

Before you knew what was happening, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you into a way too tight hug.

“Yes, it’s me. Don’t strangle me, please! That would be sad first last workday at the Arsenal.”, you laughed.

“You’re so stupid! I missed you so much.”, Renée giggled but finally let go of you.

For a second, you stood there and took each other in and it almost felt like nothing had changed since you played together in Sweden.

“I missed you too but now every player and staff member are staring at us which is kind of awkward.”, you admitted, nodding towards the door where the first pairs of eyes tried to figure out who the newest addition to the team was.

“They’re just curious about you. Let me introduce you.”, Renée suggested, leading you out of the conference room.

You followed patiently.

“Renée, who’s that girl you almost couldn’t let go of?”, Beth asked, blinking innocently at you.

“That’s y/n. She’s the new assistant coach and we used to play together for Linköpings.”, Renée explained. You didn’t miss the slight hint of pride in her voice.

Your eyes found another Swede between the players.

“Actually, I played with Stina too.”, you added.

The striker smiled at you: “Good to see you again.”

“You too. And I can’t wait to get to know each of you.”, you said towards the crowd.

Renée turned to you: “You will love them.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

“Come on, I’ll show you around.”

Suddenly, your hand was in Renées as she dragged with her towards the football pitches. You could still feel the eyes of your new players on you as you followed Renée.

The eyes of Stina's teammates were expectantly drawn to her once the two of you had left the room.

An edgy laugh escaped the blonde’s lips: “What? Why are you all looking at me now?”

“Tell us!”, Beth commanded grinning.

The Swedish striker began to play nervously with her blonde hair: “Well what do you want to know?”

“About our new staff member and Renée of course!”, Leah replied thrilled.

Using the same excited tone as her, Beth added: “Obviously.”

“Not if she was a good baller or had a good sense and understanding of the game.”, Stinas eyes flashed in amusement.

“Actually.”, threw Kim in who was unlike the rest of the players indeed interested in that side of you.

The England captain clicked her tongue disapprovingly: “No, Kim.”

“We want the tea, Stina.”, Alessia told her.

She paused dramatically, during which everyone held their breath tensely, before admitting:” Yeah, they used to date.”

“When they were players or did, they continue to date once she became the head coach?”, Leah asked the forward curiously.

Stina cleared her throat and answered in a serious voice: “They ended it once Renée retired and took the coaching job in Rosengård.”

After this revelation the room fell silent for a second before Beth concluded with a heavy sigh:” Oh, that’s sad.”

“They seemed okay with it.”, the Swedish striker remarked.

Meanwhile Renée and you were walking along the training pitches, it was a cold day, but the golden afternoon sun warmed your faces. It was where you heard yourself say: “I’m glad that you don’t seem to mind that I took the job, Renée. Considering how things have ended between us in Malmö.”

“We mutually agreed to end this relationship.”, the Arsenal head coach remembered, while the smile disappeared from her face.

“True, it was the best solution at that time.”, you nodded.

Slowly, as the sunlight disappeared, the warmth returned to Renee's dark eyes, confessing:” I’m just happy to see you again.”

“Same. Nothing more.”, you agreed.

“That’s good.”, she observed.

At the end of your tour, you wished her goodbye:” So, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes. See you tomorrow.”, Renée waved at you, her gaze following you until you were gone.

With a heavy heart the Dutch woman reminisced about all the wins and losses you had shared together in Sweden until her career ending injury put an end to it. Like a disco ball, Renée had put the shards that had caused the separation into each other to turn the pain into something bright.

She was content with her work, so love life wasn't a big issue until you came back into her life and made her wonder if maybe she should expect more from life.

The next day, you entered the training ground in a cheerful mood. “Good morning, Stina!”, you greeted your former teammate warmly.

“Morning.”, Stina beamed brightly back at you.

There was no time for small talk as Kelly Smith approached you: “Y/n?”

“Yes?”, you asked surprised. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe that you were working with her. Not only was she a legendary player for England but also for the whole of womens football.

She still smiled politely at you: “I think Renée is looking for you.”

You nodded once: “I’m coming.”

Renée was already on the pitch, one foot on a ball and her arms folded over her chest as she waited for the players to arrive.

You caught her eye from the other side of the field and smiled at her.

For a split second, Renée lost her balance on the ball, stumbling forward but catching herself quickly.

It all went by so fast, you had no time to worry about her.

“You’re good?”, you called out to her, teasing.

You had the feeling that somewhere behind you, Kelly was holding back laughter.

Renées cheeks had turned a slightly darker colour: “Yeah, of course.”

“Kelly said you wanted to see me?”, you said as you finally crossed the pitch.

“I do.”

You leaned forward, whispering: “I saw the dinner invitation in the locker room.”

The corners of Renées mouth quirked up: “Good. Are you free tonight?”

“Yes, I am. Will Kelly and the boys join us too?”

“No, it’s just us.”

Somehow your brain stopped working in that exact moment. You weren’t prepared for you and her. You had been thinking of nice little staff dinner where you had the opportunity to get to know everyone better. Being alone with Renée made your heart race a little.

Hesitantly, you accepted the invitation: “Alright… I guess I’ll go back to work.”

“Okay.”, Renée nodded.

Luckily, the players entered the pitch at that moment.

Beth who had caught the end of your conversation, stared at Renée with hopeful eyes: “Is that a date?”

“No.”, the head coach replied matter-of-factly.

Victoria elbowed Beth in the side: “Stop seeing things, Beffy.”

“I don’t”, the winger protested.

Kim rolled her eyes: “Yes, you do. You’re delusional.”

“You will see.”, Beth said full of confidence before Renée sent them to warm up.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself in a tiny but charming restaurant that night.

“The dinner is so delicious, Renée.”, you said, taking a sip of your wine.

She smiled at you almost shyly: “Glad you like it.”

“Next time we should bring the whole team and staff here.”

Her face turned a bit more serious: “Yes, we should. But first I wanted to talk to you alone.”

“About something specific?”

“No, just to catch up.”, Renée explained whose cheeks were slightly reddish in colour, you weren’t sure whether it was the wine or her nervousness. 

Instead of looking into her curious dark chocolate brown eyes, you stared at the wine glass in front of you as you confessing: ”I left Sweden because I needed a change.”

“A change?”, she repeated your words in a sincerely interested tone.

For a moment, you paused while the waitress lit the candle in the centre of the table, the flickering light made the conversation even more intimate: “To heal from heartbreak. What about you? What did I miss?”

“Not much. I tried to focus on football after leaving Rosengård.“, the football coach admitted casually. Whilst Renée undid her low hair bun so that her dark brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders.

With an amused smile on your lips, you remarked in disbelief:” That doesn’t sound like the fun Renée I knew from Linköping.”

Memories of her with a big cigar in her mouth and a ridiculous hat after winning the Swedish league came to your mind.

“Hey, I’m still fun.”, protested the Dutch woman, pointing her fork at you.

You cleared your throat and replied more seriously:” Yes, the players seem to think that too.”

“I take that as a compliment.”, she responded happily.

“You should, they’re really great to work with so far.”, you acknowledged.

Her radiant grin was infectious:” I think they like you too.”

“Only Beth is a bit annoying with..”, you began, thinking about the huge interest the English striker had in your private lives.

Renée waved your worries off:” Yes, I know. But that’s just how she’s, she only has good intentions.”

“I guess that’s true. I mean would be crazy if you still would have -.. , right?”, you started to ramble.  

She lifted an eyebrow at you: “Would have what?”

“Feelings after a mutual breakup.”, you finished your previous sentence flustered.

The brunette spoke your name gently.

“Yes?”, you glanced at her expectantly.

Fiercely and passionately, Renée continued: “Of course I do. I didn’t break up with you because I didn’t have feelings for you anymore, I broke up with you because I suddenly was your coach, and it was wrong to date a player.”

Afterwards, there was a dramatic silence at the table. “Well, I’m not a player anymore.”, you said matter-of-factly.

“I’m aware of that.”, she answered with a wistful smile.

Slightly sheepishly, you asked her:” Was that why you wanted a dinner with me alone first?”

“To see if we could get back together? No. I wanted to know how you’re, what you’ve been up to?”, the football coach tried to be professional again.

“Now you know.”

“I do.”, Renée confirmed, playing with the idea to order some dessert for both of you as it was a speciality of this restaurant.

Much to her disappointment though, you stood up:” Thank you for the dinner, it was a nice catching up.”

“Yes, I agree.”, the brunette waved at the waitress, signalling that she was ready to pay for the two of you.

The first game of the year and also the first game in your new job was against Crystal Palace a few days later. To your delight, the girls played great, winning the game 5:0 and building their confidence in this first game.

“Great win, girls.”, you clapped your hands as the referee blew the final whistle.

Renée appeared on your side.

“That’s exactly what we wanted to see.”, she agreed.

“Oh yes, well done everyone.”, you smiled and handed out water bottles to the players. They high-fived you, done but happy while Renée said a few words to the players.

Happily you watched as the players rightfully celebrated their win until an elbow to your side made you look up.

Renée was grinning at you: “Good job from you too.”

“From me? I didn’t do much yet.”, you said, feeling heat rise into your cheeks.

“You did everything I expect from my assistant coach. Arsenal made the right decision, we’re a good team.”, Renée said softly.

You nodded, smiling gently at her: “Yes, we are.”

“Come on, let the girls celebrate.”, Renée said, nodding in the direction of the sidelines so your players could have the pitch to themselves.

You didn’t follow immediately. Instead, you pointed to a few reporters that stood on the side, waiting for their first interviews. “The media already calls for you.”

“On my way.”, Renée winked and disappeared into the direction of the cameras.

Just when you were wondering when exactly she became so comfortable giving interviews, Leah stepped into your field of vision.

“Leah? Shouldn’t you celebrate with your teammates?”, you asked jokingly.

She shrugged with a smile: “I was about to. It’s not everyday that you score a goal as a defender.”

“I know. That’s why you need to enjoy every second of it.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”, you laughed.

Leah pushed you gently towards the rest of the team: “Celebrate with us!”

There was no way you could decline now, so you agreed and followed along: “Alright.”

A few minutes of jumping and hugging several players later, Renée found you on the pitch again.

Her eyes glowed with amusement: “Did they manage to get you to celebrate with them?”

“I couldn’t say no to that.”, you admitted

“Of course not.”, Renée laughed.

“See?”

She winked at you: “Enjoy your first win.”

You toasted to her with a random water bottle that somehow had ended up in your hand: “To many more wins.”

“Yes, please.”, she laughed.

“Y/n! Come with us!”, Beth interrupted your conversation and waved you over.

“Where are we going?”, you asked.

“It’s a surprise.”, Mariona replied instead of Beth, smiling excitedly.

It was already night when you got home and when you saw Renée's number light up on your mobile phone, you held your breath for a moment, although you didn't know exactly why.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you up.”, she apologized quietly as you answered her call.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips: “No, I was still awake, the Arsenal players can stay in pubs forever let me tell you that.

“Oh, I know, they did that to me too once.”, the Dutch woman remembered fondly.

“Kim and I left at the same time.” Teasingly you added:” So did you call me because you have come up with a masterplan against Chelsea or is it something else?”

“It’s something else. There’s something I need to talk about with you”, Renée admitted.

Your heart began to race: “Sure.”

“I kind of miss what we had back when.”, the head coach confessed.

The moment she said that you caught yourself reminiscing about memories of the past “Me too. We had some good parties with the team back then too.”

“Y/n.. I meant us. You and me.”, Renée clarified.

You felt the hope rise in you: “Do you think we could start again?”

“I don’t know, would you even like that? Or would you rather want to keep it professional.”, she began to nervously ramble.

You had heard yourself thinking out loud: “Pretty sure both can work this time.”

“Yes, but I want to know what you want.”

“I want to be with you. Renée, you’re an idiot, why are you standing outside in the cold?!”, you whispered into the phone, your eyes wandering off to the window where you noticed her in flesh and blood under the golden glow of the streetlamp light.

“In case that you say yes. What did you expect me to do? Go back to bed?”, Renée questioned with a warm laugh.  

Soon you got up to go to the front door: “Wait, I’ll let you in.”

“Thanks.”, she replied relived.

“You look like you’re freezing, come inside.”, you observed while you let her inside.

The brunette thanked you once more, kissing you, her icy lips melting on yours as the door closed behind the two of you.

[babysukiii]

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.

a/n: please don’t hate me but tumblr wasn’t letting me tag some of your accounts 😭💔

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[alotofpockets]

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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[naturesapphic]

Am I crazy for suggesting… Billie z Reneé Rapp x reader threesome? Maybe the reader as the sneaky threesome link in Billie and Renee’s relationship who gets invited to make it a throuple? 👀

Sneaky Link

Renee Rapp x Billie Eilish x Fem!reader (poly)

Warnings: smut, poly relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word count: 1,259 ;)

You were outside the door of Renee and Billie’s house. They invited you over for the night, probably just wanting another hook up to satisfy them. At first it was like that for you, but the more time you spent with them, the more your feelings grew for them. You’ve been their sneaky leak for months now and you desperately craved to be more than that. You’ve wanted to be the third person in the relationship but realistically you knew that would never happen.

So you tried to be distant with them but every time they would call you over to their house, you were always over there in no time. The door opened and Billie stood there with a smile on her face with Renee behind her, giving you a smile too. You gave them a small smile back which made them confused but they brushed it aside and let you come in. “How have you’ve been sweetheart?” Renee asked you as she went by your side and put her hand on your back to lead you to the couch.

You blushed at the contact and sat down between Billie and Renee. “So…we actually didn’t call you here for a hook up…” Billie said nervously and you looked at the two of them in confusion but Renee gave you a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing bad babygirl we promise. We just wanted to ask you something important.” Renee said and you let out a breath of relief. You waited until Billie decided to ask you and you couldn’t believe what she said. “Will you be our girlfriend?” She asked and your mouth dropped open in shock which scared the two women. It was a few seconds until they both started apologizing to you.

“We’re so sorry.” Billie said while placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “We just really like you y/n and we had a feeling that you felt the same way but I guess-“ Renee started but you cut her off by a gentle kiss on her lips. Renee eyes widen but she immediately kissed you back making Billie whine. “I want a kiss too!” Billie said childish and the two of you giggled as you pulled away from Renee and leaned over to kiss Billie. Billie and you kissed for a bit before pulling away and smiling at each other. The two women gave each other a smirk and took your hand and led you upstairs.

You knew where this was going and you couldn’t believe this was all happening in front of you. Sure the three of you had plenty of sex before, but it was before they asked you to be their girlfriend and before feelings were confessed. They said specifically that this was no strings attached but that clearly changed tonight which you couldn’t be more happier about. They opened the bedroom door for you and Billie came up to pick you up bridal style in her arms while Renee started to light some candles and music to set the mood. You smiled as Billie gently placed you in the middle of the bed as the two women looked you over with adoring and lust filled eyes.

“Where should we start first?” Renee asked Billie and Billie hummed as she starts thinking. “I’ll take the bottom half.” Billie stated and you felt your underwear dampen with your arousal as those words fell from her mouth. Billie crawled on the bed and hovered over your stomach. “Is this okay?” She asked before she did anything else. “Y-yes…please…I-i need y-yall…” you whimpered and the two women smirked at your neediness. Renee walked over and sat beside you, her hands on your waist as you gently laid back so the back of your head was resting on her shoulder. The two women made sure that you were comfortable and that you truly wanted this.

You reassured them that they could do absolutely anything they wanted to you and they felt their own underwear dampen at your confession, but right now they want to take care of you. “Just relax baby and let us take care of you yeah?” Renee whispered sweetly in your ear as Billie runs her hands up and down your thighs. “Y-yes please.” You say as you know they wanted to hear you say it, as Verbal consent is very important to them. It was all a blur as you felt the two women carefully removed each piece of clothing from your body and soon you were nude with the two fully clothed women.

You felt their love, lust, and adoration for you with their touch and actions. Renee had her hands on your breast, massaging them gently, while she was whispering words of reassurance in your ear. Billie was between your legs, eating you out. Her tongue was exploring you in such a deep and raw way that made your heart beat fast. Billie was suckling on your clit that made your stomach twist and your body arch at how good she was making you feel. Both women were making you feel like you were in heaven and you didn’t wanna come down anytime soon. As Renee and Billie kept pleasuring you, you started to feel the familiar knot form in your stomach.

Billie could tell too at how you were clenching around her tongue and she gently tapped your thigh twice to let you know that it’s okay to cum. Your moans filled the bedroom as you let go, cumming in Billie’s tongue and Renee kissing your neck softly. Billie started to lick you clean as you were panting hard, recovering from your orgasm that they both gave you. Renee moved her hands so that they were on your tummy and waist, as Billie moved her face from your thighs, and sat up. “You okay darling? That wasn’t too much was it?” Renee asked as she held you close as Billie went to get a wash cloth and some other important things for your aftercare. “Y-yeah…just tired now.” You said smiling up at her.

Renee smiled back and helped you sit up so she can give you one of Billie’s oversized shirts to put on. You thanked you and watched as Billie came into the room with a tray full of stuff in her hands. It had a washcloth, some snacks, water bottles, and some candy. You smiled big as you noticed some of your favorites in the bunch and you made grabby hands towards them, making Renee and Billie laugh. “You’re too cute.” Billie said as she placed the tray on the bed. As you were snacking and drinking your water, Billie was cleaning you up gently and after she was done she helped put on her hit me hard and soft boxers that you said that you loved. When the three of you were done snacking, y’all got snuggled up, you being in the middle of the two women as they kissed each other goodnight. Then they kissed you goodnight and explained at how happy they were that you were finally their girlfriend, making you fall asleep in their arms with a smile on your face.

A/n: so long but I hope y’all enjoyed it! This took me too long so repost, like, and comment please 🙏🏻 Thank you anon for the request and I hope you liked it. I hope everyone else liked it as well! :) Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :) more to come….

[willowsmessy]

nutella

summary: leighton murray x fem!reader. reader brings home a kitten off the sidewalk and is nervous to see how her girlfriend will react. (around 1.4k words)

warnings: small mention of leighton killing reader and alcohol

a/n: first time writing here in a long time and in this fandom so if anyone wants to reach out for tips or just to be friends please do!

Nobody really understood how you and Leighton were together. You were both pretty, sure, but you were so different. You were always more of the quiet, people pleaser type and Leighton was everything but that. So seeing you two together was a shock, especially to the people you guys lived with who saw that Leighton was the one person you weren’t too eager to please. You always felt that when in a relationship, your wants and needs were just as important. You could do without dating someone, but having no friends? That was a little more difficult. So when you came to your roommates, excluding your girlfriend, worried that she would be pissed at you for something you did, they were surprised to say the least.

“I just don’t know how she’s going to react, like, this doesn’t really seem to be much of her thing…” You explained. You lived in an apartment with your girlfriend and your friends Bela, Whitney, and Kimberly and let's just say that only one of the four would possibly have a bad reaction to what you had done.

“Okay, first off, who doesn’t love kittens? They’re, like, tiny fluffy angels of joy. But, um… if she’s not a kitten person, maybe we can spin this as a—uh—therapeutic emotional support thing? Or, I don’t know, is she allergic? Because if she is, then yeah, we might have a problem, but otherwise, I think she’ll come around once she sees its little face. Look at it! It’s practically impossible to be mad when it’s looking at you like that!" Kimberly argued. The kitten on your lap purred and looked at Kimberly with wide eyes.

You found the kitten on the sidewalk in front of Theta on your way to give Nico a case of beer as a thanks for helping you with some French homework and there was no way you were going to just leave the little thing there. So, you emptied out the case of beer (with help of a random frat guy) and put the kitten in the box and brought it to the vet, where you decided that you had fallen in love with it and couldn’t let anyone else have it. Telling the people you lived with didn’t cross your mind until you got home and saw three of your roommates sitting in the living room. Good thing for you, Bela, Kimberly, and Whitney were all immediately excited.

"Look, Leighton might not seem to be a cat person, or like a pet person in general… But, this kitten is about to ruin her whole icy vibe, and I, for one, can’t wait." Bela smirked at the idea.

“Oh my Jesus, Leighton is going to kill me!” You said, covering your face with your hands making sure not to crush the little brown furball that sat in your lap. Leighton’s image was very important to her and having a cute little kitten was for sure, not in her ideal look.

Whitney decided it was time for her to step in, “I mean, I get it—Leighton’s not exactly the ‘spontaneous kitten adoption’ type. But honestly, who can resist a kitten? I mean, she’ll probably be annoyed at first because she’s, well, Leighton. But once she sees how cute it is, she’ll come around. Just give her some time. Worst-case scenario, we find someone else who can take care of it.”

You took a second to think, “No I’m definitely going with Kimberly’s emotional support kitten thing. I think that’ll work.”

Just as you finished your sentence, you heard your girlfriend’s keys through the door and quickly moved the kitten onto the couch beside you and got up to meet her at the door. “God, Y/N, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Like, normal people wait at least three feet away from the door.” Leighton put her hand on her chest feigning shock and rolled her eyes then put her purse on one of the empty chairs in the living room before giving you a smile to show she wasn’t actually mad. She moved her hand to your lower back before pulling you into a short but sweet kiss, not caring that all of your roommates were able to see. At the lack of reaction from the roommates about the kiss (As used to you guys kissing as they were, there was usually at least one fake gasp every time you kissed in front of them.), Leighton looked around at all of you with narrowed eyes. “Okay, you’re being weird, what's going on?”

“Baby, please don’t be mad–” You started, immediately abandoning the emotional support kitten idea, before getting cut off as Leighton noticed the tiny, brown creature staring up at her with bright eyes. The look comically similar to a look you would give Leighton when you wanted to convince her of something.

“Y/N” Leighton started. “What the hell is that?” She asked, pointing at the kitten and giving you a tight-lipped face that, in your head, you called her ‘trying not to be mad at you’ face. 

Whitney, Bela, and Kimberly all quickly got up from their respective seats and rushed into their own rooms. All of which receiving an annoyed look from you and Leighton, albeit for different reasons.

"Okay, baby, hear me out—this tiny angel was all alone and needed a home. Look at those eyes, Leighton! You’re seriously going to tell me you can’t feel your icy heart melting just a little?" You quickly moved to pick up the kitten and held it as if it was a baby while rubbing its belly, causing it to purr loudly.

You gave your girlfriend your best puppy dog eyes, or in this case, kitten eyes, and watched some of her annoyance soften. “"Okay, seriously? You’re trying to win me over with that face? Nice try, but I’m not giving in that easily. It’s gonna knock things over, scratch up the furniture, and I’ll be the one dealing with it."

“No you won’t!” You quickly argued, “5 people live here and Whit, Bela, and Kimberly all already love her so they will for sure help out.” Her expression softened a little more, but there was still a small bit of resistance left. “And I will never make you clean the litter box.”

This promise seemed to be enough for Leighton as she reached out to pet the kitten, "Okay, fine. I’ll guess it’s... kind of cute. But don’t think this means I’m on board with turning our place into a zoo."

You gasped and gave her a bright smile, “You are not going to regret this!” She gave you a smile back and stepped closer to look at the kitten with you and you took this opportunity for another, but slightly longer, kiss.

Leighton was finally smiling at both you and the cat. “Does she have a name?” She asked, causing you to smile sheepishly.

“Nutella,” You giggled.

Leighton, while still smiling, side-eyed you. “Y/N, I said yes to the cat but I will not be having a cat that everyone ends up calling Nut.”

You look at her slightly embarrassed as you had definitely not thought that through, “Maybe we rethink the name then.”

“It’ll come to us,” She smiled back at you.

Later that night, you came out of the bathroom after your nighttime routine to find Leighton on the bed, reading a book about some new mathematical theory (that she would attempt to explain to you later and you wouldn’t even slightly understand, but listen anyway cause listening to her nerd out was always fun for you), with Nutella laying on her chest purring louder than you had ever thought the little thing could.

“Looks like you’ve replaced me,” You joked.

Leighton looked up at you and then down at the kitten and smiled. “I think there’s room for the both of you.”

You laughed softly before getting into the bed next to her. Leighton put her book on the nightstand, careful not to disturb the little furball, and turned off the lamp. You immediately took the opportunity to rest your head on the side of her chest the kitten wasn’t occupying and brought your hand, which normally sat on Leighton’s stomach underneath her shirt, up to pet your new baby. “Thank you for letting me keep her,” you spoke softly.

Leighton brought her hand up to rub your back. “Anything to make you happy, Y/N.” You sighed contently, feeling her hand. “Plus, she’s kinda sweet. It’s like a really small, furry version of you.”

You laughed softly, “I love you, Leighton.” Your smile and tiredness easily audible in your voice.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Leighton said before you both fell asleep.

[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.

[xoluvx]

19 renee rapp?

r.rapp no.1

when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

"does it look good?" she asked looking back at you arching her back so deliciously you gasped and clutched your chest jokingly. she laughed and shook her ass. you shook your head pursing your lips approaching her. hands reaching out before grabbing a hold of her waist. she leaned on the counter still moving. the laughs and giggles disappearing. they were replaced by heavy breathing and desperate whispers as she pushed her body back on yours.

you were going to run your hand down her thigh when she flipped your bodies. cupping the back of your neck provoking a surprised moan. her tongue peeked through her teeth as she smiled mischievously. you pouted under her control. her other hand traveling up the valley of your breasts, wrapping around your neck as she pressed her body on yours.

your hands gripped her waist as her tongue ran across your lips. you hummed and opened your mouth inviting her in. your tongues tussled as the hand behind your head slithered down your pants. you moaned against her tongue leaning into her. hands traveling down to her ass, squeezing as you swayed your hips. her fingers rubbed on your pussy loving the way you squirmed under her touch. not wanting to make you cum just yet, she had to go in a few minutes but you she loved watching your hips roll and your lips part as you moaned so pretty in her dressing room.

prompt list

[priyajoyyy]

Sexy

Meangirl!Clarisse La rue x Karen!newgirl!fem!reader

It’s Halloween and you get invited to a party by your new friend and cheer captain, silena. While drunk you bump into Clarisse, and obliviously don’t understand the looks she’s giving you.

This is inspired by a request here

And also inspired by the party section of my Meangirl!Clarisse la rue x newgirl!reader concept

Warnings:

Lowkey toxic!clarisse, bullying, drinking, alcohol abuse, mentions of being high and drunk, clarisse kisses reader while they’re both drunk, could be considered dubious consent, I’m cringing myself out while writing at describing kissing 😭😀

You weren’t looking where you were going when you stumbled into someone’s chest, grabbing onto whoever it was before you fell and stumbling out apologies.

Clarisse watched your cute little mouth pout as you did so, looking up at her and your eyes widening at who you were leant against.

She looked at your wide little pupils for a second. You were certainly having fun at your first party at your new school.

You tried to step back, stuttering out more apologies as you realised you’d fallen onto Clarisse.

You hadn’t been at the school long, and you were drunk as hell right now. But you’d seen and heard enough about Clarisse to know that she wasn’t someone to mess with.

She watched you, in your tiny little skirt and low cut top, mouse ears on your head being the only thing that showed you were actually attempting to wear a costume.

“Can’t watch where you’re going little bunny?” Clarisse asked sarcastically, raising her eyebrows at you with a mock pout.

Forgetting of your instincts to run away, you tilted your head with a pout, “I’m not a bunny”

“Awe you’re not?” Clarisse asked with a smirk, watching as you shake your head profusely.

“What are you then sweetheart?” She asks, reaching her hand up to touch your eyes before bringing it down to tuck hair behind your ear, making you blush.

“I’m a sexy mouse” you said plainly, tilting your head to the side again with her hand still resting on your hair, “duh”

She laughed at that, taking a piece of your hair and twirling it in her fingers. You watch and after a minute you begin quietly giggling along.

She grabs your hand then, your eyes widening in drunken confusion as she pulled you throughout the crowd of people at the party, making your way towards the staircase.

You stumbled behind her, watching the faces of the people you passed blend together, you gained a cup of drink on the way, not really knowing where it came from.

Once you reached the top of the stairs and across the hallway Clarisse dragged you down, you went to take a swig of whatever was in the cup you found, Clarisse snatching it away before you could.

“Give that here” Clarisse said harshly, discarding the cup on a random surface and pulling you into a bedroom.

You frowned at the action, to which she rolled her eyes and spoke to you as if you were a child, “you can’t drink random alcohol you found in the kitchen of a random Halloween party”

You didn’t respond to her other than with a frown, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy and urging you to walk past her and towards the bed in the centre of the room.

You stumbled over and collapsed on the thing, curling up with a random teddy on whoever’s room this is bed.

“Get up” Clarisse said, looking at you from the end of the bed, “I didn’t bring you up here to sleep…”

“I’m tired” you mumbled out, the words muffled by the pillows.

“Too tired to make out?” Clarisse asks, you could practically hear the grin in her voice.

Your head peaked up from the pillow almost immediately, looking at her to see if she was making fun of you again or being genuine.

She smirked deeper at your change of heart, making her way onto the bed until she was kneeling over you on the bed, your head and body turning to meet her gaze as she approached.

“Do you wanna make out?” Clarisse reiterated, watching as you get flustered by her words, nodding at her in response hesitantly.

“Words bunny” Clarisse said to you, her hands reaching your hips as her leg went over your body, now straddling you.

“Yes” you mumbled out, shivering under clarisses touch and leaning towards her face.

Clarisse leaned in and began kissing you then, her hands making their way up to your head from your hips, gripping into your hair as your own reach to cup her face.

You continued kissing, leaning back into the bed as her tongue made its way into your mouth, and your hands curled around the back of your head.

Her right hand gripped your hair slightly, and her other moved to the pillow beside you to keep her upright.

Clarisse parted from you for a moment, giving you a second to breathe, watching you smile up at her cutely.

“You’re so pretty” you drunkenly slur out with a wide smile.

Clarisse laughed in response, leaning back down to kiss you.

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Hope you enjoyed it and this is similar to what you meant!!

Bare with me on updates on series’s and fix’s atm, I’ve got some uni work to get done unfortunately 😭 and I’ve had some family stuff going on so I’m probably not gonna be posting as often as I’d like :)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hey, can you make a Billie x Renee x Reader smut where reader's a +18 fan? Wlw

Awards

|| Billie Eilish x Renee Rapp x fem!reader

(i myself am poly)

|| Warnings; smut, breast play, "good girl" nicknames used, reader!receiving, fingering, teasing, dom!Billie, sub!reader, switch!Reneé, reader!orgasm

|| Summary; the three girls come home from an awards ceremony, reader wants to please them but they seem to have other ideas for her.

Requests open!

Started october 12th

Finished; october 12th

would love more Billie x Reneé x reader requests 🙏 i love writing them

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The three of you had just gotten to your shared home after an awards ceremony; both Reneé and Billie had won stuff that night and you were beyond proud of your girlfriends. It was crazy to see the singers you grew up loving win awards and then be the one to hold their hand through it all. You wanted to show them just how proud you were. You took them by their hands, leading them to the bedroom with a sheepish grin across your face. A grin they'd seen many times, so they knew exactly what was coming. The two shared a glance and smirked at each other. Seeming to form an idea behind your back.

When you got to the bedroom, the first thing you did was pull them both on top of you. Your lips immediately latching onto Reneé's and she easily followed suit. Your lips moved against each other's in perfect sync while Billie watched, feeling that familiar pool begin to form.

You broke the kiss with Reneé, biting her bottom lip to get a gasp out of her then switched to Billie. Billie's hand came up to your cheek, moving some of your hair out of the way before cupping there. Her thumb brushing you skin as she adjusted herself so she was on top of you. Reneé started unbuttoning your shirt, pulling it off then unclasping your bra. Her mouth attached onto your breast, sucking and pulling. Using a bit of her teeth in a way that got you to moan and break the kiss with Billie.

"Fuck..." You murmured, letting your body fall back as your back arched into Reneé. Billie laid herself down on the other side of you and started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. Earning another moan from you as your toes curled from the combined pleasure. You knew you were getting wet, you could feel it in your underwear and that just made you want them off even more.

Billie seemed to notice and smirked against your neck," you want more, baby?" She asked in a mumble, you nodded and she pinched your side. You gasped and flinched a little in response," use your words."

Your mind was fogging, the feeling of Reneé on your breasts and Billie on your neck making it hard to think of anything else. You'd almost forgotten how to talk, being so lost in the sensations. You stumbled out a weak reply," m-more..."

"Good girl." Billie's praise sent shivers through your body as another uncontrolled moan escaped you. Her hand trailed down your spine with almost ghostly fingers, barely touching your skin before slipping into your pants but purposefully staying out of your underwear.

Billie's finger grazed your clothed clit, feeling the wetness soaked through your panties. You gasped and your back arched again, lifting Reneé a little. Reneé gripped your sides and made you go back down as she switched to your other breast; taking her sweet time.

"You're already so wet.." Billie murmured, her fingers teasing you through your underwear.

"Billie.." You whined, though it almost sounded more like a whimper. You needed more from her and she knew that full well. She wanted you desperate and begging for her.

"Yes, baby?" Her tone was laced with innocence when she was anything but. Billie pressed a finger down harder and you gasped, easily responding to her movements.

Reneé sat up, seeming satisfied with the work she did to your breasts. You knew there would be more than a few hickies there if you looked. She glanced at Billie, then where Billie's fingers were," I think she's ready for more, Bils. Aren't you, baby?" She looked to you and you nodded easily. Not even giving them a moment to think otherwise.

And they knew that, but Billie wanted to tease you more." I don't know if she is, Neé. She doesn't seem like she wants it to me."

That got a whimper from you and you looked at her with desperation, your hips rolling into her fingers," please.." You begged and that was enough for Billie to cave.

Reneé kissed you as Billie's hand slipped into your underwear, her fingers moving in all the right spaces to make your stomach knot and strings of moans to fall from your lips. You could barely keep your mouth focused on Reneé's with how much pleasure you were feeling, but she guided you. Keeping you focused on her anyway as her hand snaked around your neck. Applying a gentle pressure while her tongue slid into your mouth.

It didn't take you long before you felt that knot come undone and you let go onto Billie's fingers. She kept them moving through your orgasm, only pulling them away when she knew you were done. Reneé had moved back a little, now focused on your neck as her hands trailed your stomach in soft, massaging patterns.

"Shh.." She murmured against your skin when she heard your whimpers," you did so good, baby. You're perfect," She gave you a soft kiss, but you felt spent and barely had the energy to kiss back as Billie's hand massaged your hips.

"Need a break, babe?" Billie asked, seeing how exhausted you were. You nodded, letting your body melt into bed," want me to get you a glass of water?"

You nodded again, knowing that if you tried to talk all that would come out was air. Billie gave your hip a comforting squeeze then went and got some water for you from the kitchen fridge; making sure it was nice and cold.

Reneé stayed cuddled up with you, arms wrapped around as she gave you soft praises. Her lips grazing your earlobe.

You had wanted the attention to be entirely on your girlfriends, but they had flipped the tables on you before you could do anything. Giving you awards of your own. You made a mental note to change that when Billie came back.

[sillydizzybxtches]

Put On a Show

WARNINGS: smut, dom!top!reneé, sub!buttom!reader — A/N? - 2.5k words + fem!reader, first smut fic <3 !! ⯌ summary: during intermission in mean girls on broadway, reneé and her girlfriend use the time to get a quickie in.

You two messily stumbled into her dressing room, shutting the door behind you before pulling her in for a desperate, passionate kiss. Her lips met yours as your noses clashed from the sheer intensity, and she was quick to push you onto the couch and on your back. You two had a 25 minute intermission, and you needed to make it work.

The kiss grew more heated as she gently sank her teeth into your bottom lip, soon soothing it over with her tongue. You tilted your head to get a better angle and deepen the kiss, and when she ran her tongue over your bottom lip for a second time, you parted your lips and granted her access. Her tongue claimed your mouth, and the kiss grew more ardent and hot. The feeling of her tongue against yours, dancing around each other, set off alarms of desire in your mind—easily, you could tell that the feeling was mutual.

Her fingers dug into your scalp as she climbed on top of you, her legs straddling your waist. The intensifying warmth between both of you—the feeling of her body against yours—made your brain fog up with her. You whined softly and dug your fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her down against your abdomen. Catching your impatience, she took the opportunity to briefly pull back to catch her breath, looking down at you with a smirk. "Is there something you need, baby?" She cooed as her eyes glinted with mischief. You giggled and nodded softly, moving your hands to feel up and down her thighs. "I need you, please." Your response was much whinier than you intended it to be, but it was clearly enough to get your point across when you saw her lower her lips to your ear. "Do you want me to take care of you?" Her voice was sultry and low, tempting you. When you nodded, she pulled you back into a kiss, this time capturing your lips with more control. "Good girl," She hummed. A hand moved to your jawline as she kept your lips against hers, once again slipping her tongue into your mouth. Her hand ran down the side of your neck and slid around your throat to squeeze it softly; not enough to restrict air flow, but enough to let you know that she was in control for now. Her other hand roamed your body, feeling along your curves.

You hummed in satisfaction, feeling air hit your lips as Reneé retracted. She moved her lips to your jawline and began to press wet, open-mouthed kisses downward, stopping as she landed on your pulse point. She nipped it gently and your breath hitched, the feeling of her breath fanning against your neck as she moved sending a shiver down your spine. Her lips moved from your neck and down to your collarbone, littered with kisses. The rest of your body was hot; you itched for her touch—you craved it. You pushed your hips up and took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes pleading for more. She pulled back slightly to look down at you before bringing her lips to your ear. Her breath was hot against your earlobe, and you shuddered as she pressed a kiss to it. "Is there something you want, baby?" The blonde breathed out. You could practically hear the smug smirk in her tone, but that didn't change your response—a simple, though insistent nod. She tutted and stopped her hand right on your waist, toying with the hem of your shirt. "You know better, sweet girl. Can you use your words for me?" Fuck, she knew what she was doing. It was killing you.

"Please, Nae," You groaned softly, looking up at her. "I need you s'bad." Reneé sighed against your ear and chuckled softly, moving back down to your neck. Her hand around your throat tightened a bit, and her plump lips found your pulse point again. She latched to it and you breathed out as she sucked on the area, fixating on breaking the capillaries to leave a dark, decent-sized mark there. She continued to move down your neck to nibble and suck at certain points, leaving small marks in her wake. "Just relax, baby," She hummed soothingly, though there was a teasing edge to her voice. Her hand that toyed with the edge of your shirt slipped beneath it, running over the soft skin of your stomach. She dug her nails into it gently and you felt her palm slide beneath the hem of your pants, her hand cupping your heat through your underwear. You whined and bucked against it, to which she bit down on your neck with warning, and you let her continue.

"You're so pretty like this, you know that?" Reneé hummed as she pressed the heel of her palm against you, forcing you to resist the urge to jerk your hips. Your breath hitched when you felt her push your underwear to the side and run her deft fingers through your glistening folds. You shuddered at her touch and whined out softly, digging your nails into her waist as you resisted the urge to arch into her touch. She continued to mark your neck as she teased your entrance; she soon let go of your throat and her lips left your neck. She looked down and admired her work and your pretty face with a smirk, leaving her mark like footsteps in the soft snow. The way she looked at you drove you insane—it took everything in your power not to beg right then and there. You knew she was insistent on teasing you, regardless of how little time you had; you prayed that she'd give you what you needed before you two had to go back onstage.

You whimpered softly as you felt her digits dip into your entrance, but only for a second, to collect some of your wetness on her fingers. You puled and looked up at her with desperation, eyes pleading for her to stop teasing. She simply chuckled at you and removed her fingers from your pants; you'd usually whine in protest, but you watched in awe as she stuck out her tongue and drew her fingers over it, wrapping her lips around them and sucking your arousal from them. You just stared and hummed in satisfaction, to which she responded with a smirk as she pulled her fingers from her mouth. "Yeah? What do you need?" Your girlfriend crooned as she looked down at you with innocent, doe-like eyes, though her grin gave away all of her intentions. You were quick to whimper and nod, craving to have her hands on you again. "Please, Nae."

Reneé tutted and ran her tongue over her lips, gripping your chin firmly as she looked down at you. "Please, what, baby?"

"Please, mommy," You whined out.

Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip in amusement, nodding softly. "That's right, love. Good girls get rewards," She cooed as she slid her hand beneath your waistband again, this time shoving her hand into your underwear and going straight to teasing you; she ran her slender fingers through your folds, reckless enough to bump into your clit with each upstroke. You gasped as you felt her toy with you, looking down at you with that same cheeky glare until she got bored. She sighed and hummed softly, lowering her face to hover right over yours—your noses brushed, and you could feel her breath ghost over your lips when she spoke. "Look at you," Reneé cooed before suddenly pushing two fingers into your throbbing cunt, and you immediately let out a soft moan as you stretched around her fingers and arched your hips … it was so sudden, but it felt so good. She chuckled softly at your reaction and began to set a slow, tantalizing pace—just enough to get you to whine. She glared down at you and scoffed, "If you want something, ask for it, slut. What do you need?"

That bit definitely got to your head and your pussy, making you feel as though you'd forgotten how to speak. You swallowed. "More," You whimpered, biting your lip while looking up at her with desperation and lust. "Please, mommy—faster?"

Reneé looked back at the clock—you two really didn't have that long. 15 minutes until places. Luckily, you two learned how to use that time to your advantage.

Without a word, Reneé sped up her movements, soft moans falling from your lips. "So pretty and pathetic for me," She hummed, shaking her head as she watched you attempt to roll your hips against her fingers. "And so noisy, too. Such a whore that you'd let everyone hear you through the walls, huh?" She hissed against your lips with that same, smug smirk. You melted into the couch and bit your lip to stifle any moans while her fingers continued to work you, her other hand running over your chest and under your shirt. She slid her hand under your bra and squeezed your breast to massage the soft flesh, running her fingers over your nipple. You squirmed as she pinched and twisted your peak between two of her fingers, ignoring every human urge to make noise. This woman was going to be the fucking death of you.

Her pretty fingers continued to ram in and out of your cunt relentlessly as she watched you fall apart, smiling widely while you whimpered beneath her. "God, you're so perfect, baby," She moaned into your ear while she inserted a third finger, making your walls stretch and eyes flutter shut. Your hips ground against her fingers as you worked to meet her thrusts, your breaths getting shallow. Her hand on your left tit moved to your other one, tugging on your nipple. "Aren't you? My perfect girl?" She chuckled, to which you nodded. Her thumb pressed against your clit and began to rub you in figure 8 motions, and fuck, you couldn't help but let a loud moan slip and she gripped your chin, forcing your attention and causing your eyes to open while looked at you with a firm glare. "Words, now."

"Y-Yes, mommy … your perfect girl-" You whimpered, trying to meet her pace as she began to speed up. Your teeth sank into your lip as you attempted to quiet your sounds, biting hard enough to nearly draw blood. She changed the direction on your clit the the opposite, continuing to rub you with her thumb. You felt your impending orgasm approaching—you were too drunk off ecstasy to do anything other than let her know through your muffled whimpers. "Keep going for me, pretty girl. Hold on for me," She chuckled.

Reneé hummed in your ear as she continued to fuck you restlessly, her strokes with her digits getting longer but faster to draw them out and make you feel it with each slam. You gasped and squirmed, feeling her free hand continue to massage and alternate between your breasts. It wasn't until she began to suddenly and sporadically curl her fingers into your G-spot that you felt your orgasm attempting to rip through you, yet each time you moaned desperately for it, she'd slow her ministrations before picking back up—then repeating it over and over again. You moaned softly and opened your glossy eyes, mind fogged up with pleasure. "Nae, please, please, please," You whined. She chuckled and curled her fingers again, almost bringing you to the edge, but stopping before you could even get there. She didn't say a word—just continued and stared down at you, running her thumb over your peak. "Please, mommy? I'm so close, please? Please?"

She smirked again and sighed, biting her lip and tilting her head down at you. "Fine. Tell me who you belong to," She commanded, her tone immediately luring a response out of you. "I—" Before you could say anything, she curled her fingers; this time, though, she didn't slow down. You let out a loud, choked moan and shut your eyes. She released your breast and grabbed your chin again, spitting against your lips. "Say it, or you can't cum."

You took a moment to gather the words to say as she rammed into your G-spot. "I belong to you, mommy—mmph, please?" The words tumbled out your mouth, even if they were slurred from how foggy your brain was. You kept your mouth shut to avoid making sound and your eyes squeezed shut again. "Nuh-uh, look at me while I fuck you." Her hand came down on your thigh and your eyes snapped open, a moan of painful pleasure spilling from your lips.

"God, you're fuckin' beautiful like this," Reneé cooed. "Obeying me like a good girl, huh? Did you really need it that bad?" She practically laughed in your face. You didn't respond with anything until her fingers slammed into your G-spot again, and you moaned out loudly as you felt your walls begin to clench around her fingers—you both knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Look at my desperate baby, taking it so well—but you better not cum without permission, right?" She purred. You just shut up and nodded, moaning softly while she looked down at you. She rolled her eyes and craned her mouth down to your ear, parting her lips and letting out mock gasps and moans. Her intention might've been to mock you, but her actions were only bringing you closer to the edge.

Your cunt fluttered around her fingers, body tensing up as you craved release. "P-please, mo-mommy," You sputtered, nearly choking on your own saliva in the process. "Can I cum? Please?"

Reneé didn't say a word; she just curled her fingers into your G-spot until she saw tears in your eyes while you tried your best not to make a mess. She smiled—yes, genuinely smiled—down at you before nibbling on your ear softly. "Cum for me, beautiful," She whispered. As if on command, you felt her fingers slam into you and you couldn't hold back anymore; you bit down on your hand to silence your final moan as your orgasm tore through you, your pussy convulsing and eyes rolling while your girlfriend continued to pump her fingers to prolong it. Your release coated her fingers as you finally overcame it, your body falling limp against the couch and your eyes fluttering shut. You basked in the bliss of your orgasm, resting in the aftershocks. She gently held your chin and pulled you into a soft, reassuring kiss before you felt the couch dip beside you as she rolled beside you, arms wrapping around your waist as she spooned you.

"You did so perfectly for me, baby," Reneé hummed against your neck while your breath tried to regulate itself. Your chest rapidly rose and fell, and you let out a breathless 'thank you' before just letting the silence linger. You basked in her warmth, appreciating the pleasure she brought you and how she was always there to take care of you—appreciating how much you loved each other. You didn't have long until you had to get to onstage, but for now, you'd just worry about how loved you felt and how much you adored the love of your life.

[mysunshinetemptress]

Snow Angel

Pretty Girls

Leah Williamson x Reader Warnings: Abusive relationship

The following weeks were a tightrope walk for Leah. Every glance from you sent shivers down her spine, every shared practice session felt charged with unspoken desire. Yet, you remained resolutely distant, the playful banter and lingering touches a distant memory. 

It was Arsenal's annual winter gala, with players from both men's and women's joined by their families to celebrate the teams past and present. Forced to sit at the same table together, the tension between You and Leah crackled.

The breaking point came later in the night after dinner when most of the guest's had moved to the dance floor. Alcohol, usually a social lubricant, only served to loosen inhibitions. As the laughter died down, Leah, emboldened by a few glasses of wine, turned to You.

You watched as Evan wrapped his hands around some random girl before turning back to the table only to be met by Leah's stare.

"So, about that night..." she began, her voice barely a whisper.

Your face drained of colour. You quickly turned your head back to the dance floor eyes scanning for Evan.

"Leah please, not here."

Leah let out an annoyed huff, "When then because you do nothing but ignore me."

You reached for her hand squeezing it "Please Le."

Leah looked at you confused at your desperation for her to drop the topic, but just as she opened her mouth to ask Evan wrapped his hand around your upper arm pulling you out of your seat. "Come on babe, dance with me."

You turned back to Leah mouthing later before turning to smile at Evan.

Leah watched, a bitter taste coating her tongue, as you were swept away by Evan's confident grin. The night, once filled with the promise of a resolution, felt like it was crumbling around her.

Across the table, her teammates were lost in their own conversations, oblivious to the storm brewing within Leah. Anger, laced with a fresh dose of hurt, bubbled up. She'd taken a risk, exposed herself, and you'd shut her down again.

As the night dragged on Leah decided she had enough, she was done waiting for you to come to her with an answer.

Spotting you and Evan standing at the bar laughing so happy and care free Leah decided it was now or never.

Ignoring the concerned glances shot her way by her teammates, Leah pushed her chair back from the table with a scraping sound that cut through the chatter. Her heart hammered a furious tattoo against her ribs as she navigated the throng of bodies towards the bar.

Leah grabbed your arm turning you slightly. "We need to talk about that night Y/n, I can't go on like this anymore."

Evan turned looking at you both confused.

"What night, Leah?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

The room held its breath. Leah could back out, pretend it was nothing, but the lie choked her.

"The night at my place," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "The night you, uh, crashed there after the club." Her glare dared Y/n to contradict her.

Y/n's gaze flickered between Leah and Evan, shame and panic warring on her face. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely audible.

"Evan, I..." You couldn't find the words unable to wrap your head around what was happening, Leah was doing this now, to get back at you for ignoring her.

The air hung heavy as your voice trailed off. The revelation hung in the room like a thunderclap, electrifying everyone within earshot. Evan's confusion morphed into a scowl as he looked at you, his hold tightening on your arm possessively.

Leah, despite her anger, felt a pang of guilt at the naked betrayal reflected in your eyes. Maybe this public outing wasn't the best course of action, but the hurt and confusion had driven her to a corner.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the murmur of shocked whispers from onlookers. Your teammates at your table shot worried glances your way, the playful atmosphere of the night now replaced with a tense curiosity.

Suddenly, a new voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here?" It was Kim, your captain, standing tall beside Leah with a concerned frown etched on her face.

Now, all eyes were on you. You could lie, fabricate some story to appease everyone. But the truth, however messy, loomed large. You took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Leah's pained expression. This wouldn't be easy for either of you.

"It's...complicated," you started, your voice barely above a whisper. "The night Leah mentioned...we did share a moment, but..." You hesitated, unsure how to explain the confusing dance you'd been doing with your feelings.

"But...?" Evan prompted, his grip on your arm tightening even further. You winced at the pressure, the situation escalating with every passing second.

Taking another steadying breath, you finally decided on honesty, however brutal it might be. "Evan," you began, your voice gaining strength, "we're not...together. We never were." You turned to Leah, your eyes pleading for understanding. "And what happened that night...it shouldn't have happened."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The carefully constructed facade of your relationship with Evan crumbled before your eyes. Shame burned hot on your cheeks, but you pushed on, determined to finally clear the air.

"Leah and I..." you started, then paused, searching for the right words. "We care about each other, but it's complicated. There were feelings, a moment of weakness..." You trailed off, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.

Leah, seeing your genuine distress, felt her anger begin to simmer down. Maybe public exposure wasn't the best strategy, but at least you were finally being honest. Her gaze locked with yours, a silent plea for understanding passing between you.

Before you could continue, Evan yanked his arm free, his face contorted in a mixture of anger and disbelief. "You mean to tell me this whole time..." he spat, his voice thick with anger, but before he could finish his tirade, Kim stepped forward.

"Enough, Evan," she said, her voice firm and authoritative. "This isn't the time or place. Let's all take a step back and cool down."

Evan shook his head, "No we're leaving."

You tried to stop him "Evan, please let's just talk about it here, sort it out here."

Evan pushed his hands through his hair "Don't you think you have embarrassed me enough in front of all your friends tonight, we are leaving."

The air crackled with tension as Evan stormed away, dragging you who looked to Leah with what seemed to be a pleading look etched across your face.

Kim placed a hand on Leah's shoulder, her gaze laced with concern. "Are you alright, Le?" she asked gently. Leah shook her head brushing off the captain's hand "I'm going home, I'm sorry."

Leah is lying asleep in bed hours later when her doorbell goes off, she tosses slightly ignoring it hoping sleep will welcome her back when it goes off again.

huffing Leah tosses her duvets aside, before trudging down the stairs and swinging the door open angrily.

"What." Leah goes to give out to whoever has found themselves on her doorstep this late at night but the words die in her throat.

In the doorway, you're standing there shaking a dishevelled, your eyes red-rimmed and hair windblown. Dress torn, a bruise beginning to form on your cheekbone, a busted lip and a shiner coming through on your left eye.

Leah's heart lurched. The anger that had fueled her earlier actions evaporated, replaced by a cold dread. You were a mess, a physical manifestation of the chaos she'd helped create.

"Y/N?" Your name came out in a choked whisper.

You swayed slightly, before You flinched, as if expecting a slap instead. "Leah," you croaked, your voice hoarse. "I...Leah...please...let me in."

There was no room for judgment now. You needed help, a safe haven. Stepping aside, Leah ushered you in, the late-night chill clinging to your clothes a stark contrast to the warmth of her house.

The public humiliation you'd both endured at the gala paled in comparison to the violence simmering on her doorstep. Her anger towards you was forgotten, replaced by a surge of protectiveness.

"Come in," she rasped, stepping aside to usher you both into the house.

You stumbled slightly, leaning heavily on the doorframe for support. Leah quickly reached out, a hesitant hand hovering near your arm. You flinched again, but this time, it seemed to be more out of pain than fear.

Taking a deep breath, Leah swallowed her reservations. "Let's get you cleaned up first," she said, her voice firm but laced with concern.

You offered a weak nod, leaning on her as she guided you further into the house. The weight of your body against hers was a stark reminder of the intimacy they'd shared, a stark contrast to the violence you were now escaping.

"Evan..." you manage, voice hoarse. "He...he didn't take the news well."

Your words spark a horrifying image in Leah's mind, as she recounts his forceful grabbing of your arm over the night.

You winced as her hand came towards your face looking to clean your lip. Leah began to remember all the previous times you had winced at a hand being raised towards you and she felt sick to her stomach at the thought of her next question.

"Did he…?" she started, then stopped. How to phrase the question delicately, when all she wanted to scream was, "Is this the first time done this?"

You seemed to understand her unspoken question. Shame flickered in your eyes before you dropped them to your hands.

The air hung heavy with the unspoken truth. Leah bit her lip, the concern for your well-being warring with a fresh wave of shame.

"Was this..." she started, her voice barely a whisper, "the reason you were hesitant with me? Because of him?"

You looked down at your feet, avoiding her gaze. A small, defeated nod escaped your lips.

The confirmation hit Leah like a punch to the gut. All this time, your distance, your mixed signals – it had all been because of Evan's abuse. A part of her wanted to be angry, to rage at you for not confiding in her sooner, but the bigger part ached for you, for the pain you must have endured in silence.

"Why didn't you say anything?" she finally asked, her voice thick with emotion.

You lifted your head, your eyes filled with a vulnerability that ripped at Leah's heart.

"I was scared," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "Scared of him, scared of losing everything – the team, you..."

The raw honesty in your voice resonated with Leah. She understood. The fear of losing everything you'd worked hard for was a powerful motivator, especially in the face of an abuser.

Placing a hand on your arm, this time gently, Leah offered a small, reassuring smile. "You're safe now," she said softly. "He can't hurt you here."

The tenderness in her touch sent a wave of warmth through you. Looking into her eyes, you saw not judgment, but a wellspring of concern and a flicker of something more – a hint of the feelings you harboured for her as well.

"Leah I..." you started, your voice trailing off.

Leah squeezed your arm gently. "We can deal with everything else later. Right now, you need to rest and get cleaned up."

There was a silent understanding that bloomed between you. The night's events had irrevocably altered the course of your relationship. The truth, though brutal, had finally been laid bare. Whether there was a future for you and Leah, you didn't know yet. But for now, the solace of her presence, the promise of safety, was all that mattered.

Leah had gotten you up the stairs and to her bedroom before placing you gently on the bed and rushing to get you pyjamas for the night.

"Right, here's the pyjamas, you know where the toilet is eh i'll be in the other room just come wake me if you need me." As Leah began to walk off you grabbed her hand "Le....thank you." how could you ask her to stay after everything, she had opened her home for you, the pain you put her through.

Leah hesitates for a moment, caught between her lingering anger and the vulnerability in your eyes. "You deserve to be safe," she says softly, her eyes filled with concern, before walking out.

The night stretches on, a tangled mess of worry and a strange sense of vulnerability for Leah. She tosses and turns in bed, the sheets tangled around her legs. Sleep eludes her, replaced by a constant replay of the night's events.

The image of you, battered and bruised, on her doorstep, had banished any lingering anger Leah felt. Now, a restless worry gnawed at her. Every creak of the floorboards sent her imagination into overdrive, conjuring visions of you tossing and turning in pain.

Finally, unable to bear the suspense any longer, Leah crept out of her room and padded down the hallway towards yours. The soft glow of the bedside lamp peeked out from under the door, casting a warm rectangle on the floor.

Hesitantly, Leah pushed the door open a crack. You were lying on your back, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. The harsh light accentuated the shadows of your injuries, making them look even worse.

"Can't sleep?" Leah asked softly, the door creaking slightly as she nudged it open further.

You flinched at the sound, your gaze snapping towards her. "Leah," you whispered, relief washing over your face. "I thought you were asleep."

Leah stepped into the room, the concern etched on her face evident in the dim light. "Couldn't," she admitted. "Is everything okay?"

You shook your head, the movement sending a jolt of pain through your throbbing cheek. "Just… thinking."

Leah felt a pang of sympathy. The weight of the night's events must be crushing. Taking a deep breath, she decided to offer some comfort.

"Would you like some company?" she asked gently. "Maybe some tea?"

A flicker of a smile touched your lips. "That would be nice," you rasped.

Leah smiled back, a genuine one this time, relieved to see a hint of your usual spirit flickering back to life. "Alright, I'll be right back."

She scurried out of the room, the sound of her footsteps a comforting rhythm in the quiet night. As she brewed the tea, a warmth spread through Leah's chest – a warmth that had nothing to do with the hot water.

Seeing you so vulnerable, so dependent on her care, had awakened a fierce protectiveness within her. But there was something else too, a deeper emotion that had been simmering beneath the surface all along.

Returning to the room with two steaming mugs, Leah settled on the edge of the bed, careful not to crowd you. You reached out, taking the mug from her hand with a grateful smile.

For a while, you both sipped your tea in comfortable silence. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a shared understanding blooming between you.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice still hoarse from the night's events. "Leah, about earlier..."

Leah met your gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "We can talk about it all in the morning," she interrupted gently. "Right now, you need to rest."

You shook your head. "No Leah...I have to....you deserve to know," you stated your voice thick with emotion.

You picked at your fingers letting out a shaky breath " He was so sweet when I first met him, but it didn't last and I thought that what I had with him was all I was going to have, all I was worth, but then I met you after my transfer and you were so soft and gentle, even as a friend and I found myself falling for you.....I was just so scared to leave him and then.....then that night here with you...Evan..he...I was only ever there for him...for his pleasure but with you....I...You were gentle and loving and...you looked after me and I loved every second of it but felt so heartbroken too because it's all I ever wanted with the girl I dreamed of but I...he scares me....the things he does scares me and it was easier to leave the next morning and ignore you then fall into my feelings because I was terrified of the outcome."

Leah, her heart clenching with every word, listened intently as you poured out your story. The vulnerability in your eyes mirrored the turmoil within her. Here you were, laying bare your soul, and she understood in a way she never had before.

"Leah," you continued, your voice trembling slightly, "I know I messed up. I should have confided in you, but I was afraid. Afraid of losing you, afraid of what Evan might do."

Leah reached out, her hand hovering gently over yours. "It's okay," she whispered, the words thick with emotion. "I understand."

A tear escaped your eye, tracing a warm path down your cheek. You leaned into her touch, finding a solace you hadn't felt in a long time.

"Can you ever forgive me?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken pining. Leah looked into your eyes, searching for the answer within them. The truth was, the anger had faded, replaced by a deep well of empathy and a growing affection for you.

"There's nothing to forgive," she finally said, her voice soft but firm. "You were in a difficult situation, and you did what you had to do to survive."

A tear rolls down your cheek, and you don't bother brushing it away. Relief washes over you, a sense of finally being understood. You take another sip of tea, the warmth spreading through you.

Leah, her heart clenching at your confession, reached out and placed a comforting hand over yours. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You're safe now."

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as the dam of your emotions finally broke. You let out a choked sob, the exhaustion and fear of the night catching up to you. Leah held you close, her embrace a silent promise of safety and support.

As you cried, the story tumbled out – the manipulative games Evan played, the subtle threats that escalated into violence, the isolation that made you feel trapped. Leah listened patiently, her anger towards Evan burning hot alongside her protectiveness of you.

When your sobs subsided, leaving behind a shaky silence, Leah spoke softly. "You're so strong, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "For enduring all that, for finally getting away."

You shook your head, a weak smile flickering on your lips. "Strong isn't exactly how I feel right now."

Leah squeezed your hand. "Maybe not. But you were brave. You came here, you faced the truth, and you're starting to heal."

A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the quiet sniffles and the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The weight of the unspoken hung heavy in the air, a question lingering between you.

Finally, Leah took a deep breath and broke the silence. "What do you want to do now, Y/N?" she asked gently.

You looked at her, your eyes filled with a newfound vulnerability. "I...I don't know," you admitted. "All I know is...I don't want to go back to him."

Leah hummed running her fingers through your hair. "I want to be with you...I want to know what it's like to be loved by you."

Leah felt her heart flutter "I'll be happy to show you when your ready."

You turned to face her, your eyes flicking back and forth between her eyes and lips "Can...Can i kiss you." Leah quickly nodded before pulling you closer and kissing you.

"Ow." you let out a soft groan at the sting of your lip, "Softer next time please." Leah smiled as you began to laugh "Softer every time."

[babybluewoso]

Love in the limelight (Renee Rapp x Reader)

 Renee Rapp was no stranger to the limelight. As a Broadway sensation and rising pop star, she had her fair share of attention, but this time, the spotlight was different. It wasn’t about her music or her acting career; it was about something much more personal. Renee was in Paris, not for a concert or a film premiere, but to support the love of her life, her girlfriend Y/N—an exceptional football player who was about to compete in the most significant match of her career: the gold medal game at the Paris Olympics with the US Women’s National Team.

Renee’s girlfriend, a towering figure with an athletic build, was the epitome of strength and determination on the field. Her intense focus and leadership qualities had earned her the role of team captain, and she was known for her commanding presence both on and off the pitch. Despite her tough exterior, there was a softness in her eyes whenever she looked at Renee—a look that spoke of a love that was deep and unwavering.

As the match day arrived, the tension in the air was palpable. The Stade de France was buzzing with excitement, packed with fans from all over the world. Renee, seated in the VIP section, couldn’t contain her own nerves. She knew how much this game meant to her girlfriend, and she had been there every step of the way, providing love and support throughout the rigorous journey of preparation.

The game was intense, a true nail-biter that kept everyone on the edge of their seats. The USWNT played with their hearts on their sleeves, fighting tooth and nail for every inch of the pitch. Y/N was a force to be reckoned with, dominating the midfield, directing the flow of the game with precision, and leading her team with the ferocity of a lioness. The match went into extra time, and with only minutes left on the clock, it was her powerful header from a corner kick that broke the deadlock and secured the victory for the United States.

The final whistle blew, and the stadium erupted in cheers. The USWNT had won the gold medal! The players fell to the ground in exhaustion and joy, embracing one another, their dreams realized. But in that moment of triumph, as the team celebrated around her, Y/N had only one thought in her mind—Renee.

Without a second thought, she scanned the stands until she found her—Renee, standing there with tears of pride in her eyes, her hands clapped over her mouth in disbelief. Without hesitation, she bolted toward the stands, her long strides carrying her effortlessly through the crowd. The world around her faded as she focused on one thing—getting to Renee.

Renee saw her coming and felt her heart skip a beat. She barely had time to react before her girlfriend reached her, pulling her into a passionate kiss that was full of love, relief, and pure, unadulterated joy. The stadium, once roaring with cheers, seemed to pause for a brief moment, as if even the world was holding its breath, witnessing this beautiful display of love.

The kiss was captured by countless phones in the stands, fans unable to resist documenting the moment. Within minutes, clips of the kiss started flooding social media. TikToks emerged, set to the hauntingly beautiful tones of Taylor Swift’s “Alchemy.” The lyrics, speaking of magical, transformative love, resonated deeply with the imagery of Renee and Y/N’s kiss—a perfect blend of passion and tenderness.

As the video clips went viral, the world fell in love with the story of Renee and Y/N. Their love story became a symbol of hope and courage, celebrated by millions who admired not just their individual talents but the deep bond they shared. The couple, though often in the public eye, had managed to keep their relationship relatively private until that moment, when the whole world bore witness to the undeniable love they shared.

Back on the pitch, after the kiss, Y/N pulled her into a tight embrace, burying her face in Renee’s hair. “We did it,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“No,” Renee replied, pulling back slightly to look into her girlfriend’s eyes. “You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

They stayed in each other’s arms, oblivious to the cameras, the fans, and the celebrations around them. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the love they had for each other—a love that had endured the challenges of distance, the pressures of fame, and the intensity of competition.

As the night wore on, they finally joined the team for the medal ceremony. Renee stood on the sidelines, her heart swelling with pride as she watched the gold medals being placed around the necks of her girlfriend and her teammates. The national anthem played, and as the flag was raised, Y/N looked over at her, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of love and triumph.

Later that night, as they walked through the streets of Paris, hand in hand, they were still buzzing with excitement. The city of love had witnessed their moment of glory, and now, it was just the two of them, soaking in the magic of the night.

“I can’t believe this day,” Renee said, leaning into her girlfriend’s side.

Y/N smiled down at her, her heart full. “Neither can I. But you know what? The best part wasn’t winning the gold.”

Renee looked up, surprised. “What was it then?”

“The best part was sharing it with you,” she said, kissing the top of Renee’s head. “You’re my gold medal, Renee.”

Renee smiled, her heart melting. “And you’re mine.”

As they continued their walk, the city lights of Paris glowing softly around them, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, their love shining brighter than any medal ever could.

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Paris done and dusted

tagged: renee_rapp

tobin heath: congrats kiddo you've grown so much

mrapinoe: LFG

renee_rapp: i'm so so soo proud of you my love

user1: OMG parent!!!

user2: y/n is greenest green flag you will ever meet

renee_rapp posted

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my Olympian

tagged: y/n_l/n

towabird: where's the victory party @y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: why would i give a victory party???

user1: omg y/n is a softie

renee_rapp: she is but just with me

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after the final whistle y/n's only thought was renee. this is just taken straight out from a romance novel!!!

user1: oh to have a love like them

user2: "where's the trophy, she just coming running back to me" this is what Taylor Swift meant in her song.

[babysukiii]

regina’s puppy (2)

// 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: mean!regina (not to reader), slightly jealous!regina, oblivious!reader, mutual pining, annoying boys, regina being soft for reader, talks of sexuality

(this is part 2 to the series, read part 1 here)

when you walked into the cafeteria the next day, you were already fed up with the way people were acting today. ever since you got to school this morning, you were receiving various stares and hushed whispers. it caused an ugly feeling of insecurity to follow you around all morning until lunch. your eyes scan the cafeteria for the blonde, and you see her standing in line. your eyes brighten at the sight of her, and you begin to make your way to her.

“hey gina.” you greet her happily. as soon as she hears your eager voice, her eyes tear away from the person she was talking to, just to look at you. you’re wearing a baby pink long sleeved fitted top, and a pair of dark denim high waisted bellbottoms that regina exclusively picked out for you. her eyes trail up and down your body, before her lips tug into a smirk. you look so different than your usual shy, covered up self. regina’s always thought you were pretty. it was adorable how you could wear baggy jeans and oversized sweaters, along with worn out shoes, and you’d still look cute. but right now, regina thought you were—

“you look so hot.” she blurts out, and one of the jocks that’s standing nearby chimes in.

“hey, y/n, did you do something different with your hair?” he asks from a few feet away, and regina refrains from telling the blockhead to go fuck himself, but she’s curious to see how you’re going to react to the newly found attention. “yeah, i tried a new serum called, “fuck off”.” you snap, frustrated with the unwanted attention you’ve been receiving today. regina’s lips twitch and she can’t hold back the maniacal grin plastering itself onto her face. your eyes widen in regret/horror before you clasp a hand over your mouth. you get this adorably sheepish expression on your face that you flash regina; “i’m sorry, that was so mean. but you’d think i’d have a sign on my head that said “bother me” with how much people have been talking to me today.” you retort, sounding agitated.

“get used to it, y/n. they didn’t realize underneath all those hoodies, there was a girl.” she states, as she takes a tray of food, and waits for you to get yours. you snort at her comment, “that’s exactly why i wore them. they’re like an invisibility cloak.” your statement makes her genuinely laugh, and the sound never ceases to make your stomach flip. you don’t even mind the way people are whispering as they glance in your direction.

you sit right beside regina; trying to ignore the nerves bubbling in your belly. when gretchen and karen approach the table, the brunette eyes you uncertainly. “um… why are you here?” gretchen asks, and you open your mouth to respond, but regina is speaking for you. “y/n is sitting with us from now on.” regina says curtly, her tone stringent and up for no debates. “what!? but she— she didn’t take any of the tests! she doesn’t know any of the rules!! she barely has a social status!” gretchen nearly squeals, while karen offers you a smile. “i really like your top! i saw that at hollister! can i borrow it some time?” the raven haired girl asks, ignoring her best friends freak out.

regina glowers at gretchen, “you were barely anything before me, so you have no say in anything that goes on at this table.” she hisses, causing gretchen to snap her mouth shut. regina’s mood switches quickly, a content smile etching onto her face, “now that that’s settled, karen, why don’t you fill y/n in on our rules.” the blonde requests, and karen nods obediently. “rules?” you inquire carefully, and karen nods again. “yup! we have rules we have to follow in order to sit here. rule number one, don’t wear tank tops two days in a row...” she starts, and you nod as you begin to listen to the strange yet, iconic rules.

you nod along, mentally taking down each one. once karen is finished, your gaze flickers towards regina. “so for the tank top rule, do i have to wear a tank top at least once a week, or is that optional?” you ask, genuinely curious. regina lets out this uncontainable giggle that gretchen and karen had never heard from the blonde. “you don’t have to wear a tank top at all silly, but if you do, don’t wear one two days in a row.” she informs you, and you nod. “what are the tests i have to take to sit here?” you question, remembering what gretchen said earlier. regina shakes her head, “those won’t be necessary. you’ve proven your worth to me already.” she says simply, as she takes a sip of her energy drink.

gretchen gawks at the blonde; her mouth agape. she couldn’t figure out for the life of her, why regina was letting you of all people get away with this. “try this, it’s peach.” the queen bee waves her drink at you, and you take it, sipping a bit. your nose scrunches up in disgust, “ew.” you murmur, and she flashes you a pointed look before snatching the drink back. “what is that?” you question, and she flashes the can at you. “peach-nectarine redbull.” she responds, and you make a face of dissatisfaction.

“what? they’re good! aren’t they, karen?” regina asks, gesturing to the blueberry redbull beside karen’s tray of food. karen nods in agreement, “yup, regina’s fridge is full of them.” the raven haired girl chimes in, and you offer the blonde a look of dismay, “those things are heart attacks in a can, gina.” you scold her. “you shouldn’t drink them so much.” you add, and regina rolls her eyes dismissively, but her heart leaps due to your obvious concern for her wellbeing. “i don’t think i’m gonna have to worry about a heart attack till i’m like forty, y/n, relax. i need these to get through the day.” she says, and you frown.

when the bell rings, you and regina leave the cafeteria together. before you can walk away towards your next class, regina wraps a firm hand around your wrist. “did stacy agree to let you be part of the team?” she asks, and you nod. “yeah, she talked to me this morning. but i don’t think i wanna be a part of her club anymore.” you admit, and regina glowers, “why not? i swear to god if she said something else—“ regina nearly growls, but you cut her off before she can threaten stacy’s life again. “no! don’t worry, gina she didn’t say anything bad.” you promise her, causing her to search your face for any signs of dishonesty.

you don’t tell regina the only reason you no longer have an interest in debate club, is because you’d rather hang out with her after school instead. she shoots you that infamous grin that causes the butterflies in your stomach to repopulate rapidly. “well, i guess that means you can hang out with us after school now. we’re going to karen’s house today, so meet me at my locker after your last class.” regina’s request is more like a command, but you aren’t complaining.

you nod dumbly, as she walks away from you, and your eyes are glued on her the entire time. regina looks over her shoulder, catching your entranced gaze on her. it causes a fire to ignite in the pit of her stomach. she turns away, turning down the hallway and disappearing. your cheeks feel as though they’re burning, and the bell rings, indicating that you’re late for class. you shake your head, trying to push away your regina-induced thoughts before you rush to class.

throughout the rest of the school day, more boys try to talk to you. you’ve never really came out or thought twice about your sexuality; you’ve always known you were into girls. you thought it was pretty obvious, but now you were wondering if it wasn’t. “hey y/n!” micheal, one of the boys in your last period catches up to you as you walk towards the exit of the school. your step falters slightly, as he approaches you, holding the exit doors open for you.

“i was just wondering if you had any plans right now?” he asks you, flashing you a shy smile. you stop walking, feeling a bit bad as you get ready to reject him, but he continues rambling. “cause there’s this cool burger place that—” he gets cut off by that familiar voice that causes a wave of heat to surge through you. “come on y/n!” regina causes you to turn your head, there’s aways that stupid little flutter in her stomach whenever she see you. though it turns into boiling hot rage when she sees the way that boy is eyeing you shamelessly. you flash her a smile before turning back to micheal, “sorry, micheal, i have plans with regina today.” you tell him, and his face falls. he looks visibly disappointed. “oh, for sure! have fun! maybe we can hang out tomorrow?” he sounds hopeful, and you open your mouth to reject his offer again, but this time regina is intervening.

“she’s not going to be available tomorrow because she’ll be hanging out with me. again. and same answer for the day after tomorrow.” regina’s voice is harsh, and enough to make a grown man cower away. micheal looks ostensibly upset, but everyone knows better than to talk back to regina george. “come on, regina, i was just trying to ask her out—” he tries, but she cuts him off. “well don’t.” she hisses, shooting daggers at him with her eyes. “look at her, and look at you. you’re like an off brand tony hawk. y/n wouldn’t go for you even if you were the last person on earth.” she cruelly says with a sneer.

“now, come on, y/n. karen’s mom always makes the best lemon squares. you’re gonna love them.” she places her hands on your upper arms; fingernails digging into the fabric of your shirt. her grip is firm but not enough to hurt. she leads you away from micheal, and you feel a surge of guilt, but also an unknown heat pooling at the bottom of your abdomen from how upset regina was about micheal. her grip on you tightens, “ugh, he seriously thought he had a chance with you. you can do better than some lame guy on the soccer team.” she rants, as she leads you towards her jeep where karen and gretchen are waiting.

“he’s in my english class. he’s always sat next to me.” you confess, and regina stops in her tracks, taking her hands off you, causing you to stop as well. you look at regina, who has her arms crossed, “well, starting tomorrow you aren’t sitting by him anymore.” she states, her tone signifying that she’s up for no disagreements. “unless you like him.” she adds, sounding borderline unrecognizable. you scoff, “you think i’d like him? i’m actually kind of insulted you think he’s my type.” you respond, and regina feels a strange sensation of relief. she doesn’t understand why the thought of you dating some sleazy guy around here made her blood boil.

regina offers you a satisfied smile, as if she wasn’t just upset a second ago. her shift in emotions is a bit concerning, but you think it’s adorable how bratty she can be, and then content not even a moment later. but maybe you were biased when it comes to regina george, because you thought everything about her was absolutely adorable. “good. then it’s settled, you’re not sitting next to him, or talking to him anymore.” she declares, and you nod obediently. “okay, gina.” your voice is so innocent and light; you don’t sound the slightest bit upset or reluctant to do as she says. she revels in it.

“good girl. come on, lets go. the girls are waiting for us.” her pleased tone sends this thrill of excitement to course throughout you. those words; “good girl”, they caused your tummy to flutter so much it felt as though it was going to burst. you were a blushing mess as regina pulls you to her car. she notices how flushed your cheeks are, and she smirks. “y/n gets shotgun.” regina says bluntly, and gretchen’s eyes widen in bewilderment. “why does she get shotgun!?” she shrieks, and regina scowls, “because it’s my car, and i said so.” the blonde snaps in response, causing gretchen to pout.

you all get into the car, and just like yesterday, regina hands you her phone. “pick a song.” she orders, and you immediately oblige. gretchen’s jaw drops in offense, “you’re letting her aux!? you never let any of us aux!” she points out, as the queen bee pulls out of the parking lot. “y/n’s taste in music is better than yours.” regina deadpans, as you put on a faye webster song. “i love this song.” karen chimes in, and gretchen huffs. “everyone loves faye webster, karen!” the brunette snaps.

karen’s house isn’t as big as regina’s house, but that isn’t shocking. you think regina might have the biggest house in town, and you aren’t even sure what her father does for work. regina was right about karen’s mother making the best lemon squares though. you shamelessly eat three, and regina is enamored as you make endless conversation with karen’s mom. the older woman finds you just as charming as most of the teachers at school do. regina wonders if they notice how sweet your smile is, or how bright your eyes shine when you talk about something you enjoy.

regina notices everything about you. the way the blood rises to your cheeks whenever she compliments you, or remembers a small detail about you. whenever your hair falls below your shoulders in thoughtless curls; she finds herself thinking about how long it takes you to curl your hair in the mornings. sometimes it’s in a ponytail, or carelessly undone. regina often wonders how someone can look so effortlessly good all the time.

she drops gretchen off at home first in order to spend some time alone with you; she tries not to dwell on why. as soon as the brunette is out of the car, regina’s tough facade is crumbling away. “did you see karen’s dads hair? it’s a toupee.” she reveals, causing your eyes to widen as you burst into a fit of giggles. regina swears her heart nearly stops beating at the marvelous sound. “seriously!?” you ask, clearly shocked, she nods, letting out a few stray laughs. “yeah, one time karen dropped it in the toilet. he grounded her for like two weeks.” she tells you, eliciting even more giggles from you. “poor mr. shetty. he seems so nice. it’s not his fault he’s bald.” you comment earnestly.

regina’s heart swells at how adorable you are, and how you look sitting in the passenger side of her car. she gets so lost in her thoughts about you, that she doesn’t even realize the lights turned green. a loud car horn pulls her out of her ongoing thoughts, causing her to scowl and beep back. “fuck you, bitch, just go around!” regina yells, as she rolls down her window to flip off the old man behind her. you gasp, but can’t seem to contain your uncontrollable laughter.

“you’re so funny, gina.” you breathe out, looking over at her with this expression of adoration, thankfully her eyes are on the road. “i’m so glad that my anger issues amuse you.” she murmurs sardonically, and you release a little chortle. “it’s not my fault you look so cute when you’re angry.” you blurt out, and your entire face changes into a shocked expression as you realize what you just said. regina glances at you, noticing your sheepish expression. she smirks mischievously, “you think i’m cute?” she asks, feigning obliviousness.

you look over at her with a face that says “are you serious?”, and you snort. “you know you’re cute! i mean, you’re regina george. you’re everything.” you say this so easily, it causes her whole world to stop spinning for a while as her inside turn to mush. you don’t even realize the words you say have such an impact on her. the blood rushes to her cheeks, and your eyes nearly widen as regina blushes because of you. “i’ve been called a lot of things before but never “everything”.” she tries to sound nonchalant, and taunting like she always does, but her voice comes out abnormally soft. she doesn’t even recognize herself.

when she turns to get a quick look at you, she sees you’re already staring at her. your eyes hold such a look of admiration as you gaze at her. “i’m just being honest.” you respond, looking away shyly. regina’s heart is in her throat, as if it’s trying crawl its way out of her and into your lap. she tries to focus on driving, but she can’t stop stealing glances at you.

“earlier when you said micheal wasn’t your type, were you just saying that, or were you being honest?” she asks randomly, breaking the short silence. you furrow your brows, “why would i lie about something dumb like that?” you ask in response, and regina shrugs. “so i would shut up about it.” she suggests, and you frown. “i never want you to shut up though. i like hearing you, even when you’re mad.” you reveal truthfully, making her heartbeat stutter. “but i was being serious about micheal not being my type. no guy really is…” you trail off sheepishly.

there’s a sense of satisfaction that comes with knowing regina’s suspicions were correct. you’re into girls, and regina knows you’re into her. she can feel it, and your behavior proves it. “good.” the blonde says, sounding more than pleased as she turns into your neighborhood. regina was right about you; she was definitely going to be able to have as much fun with you as she thought.

a/n: @kate03-27 hope you enjoy!

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[alotofpockets]

Eyes don't lie | Reneé Rapp

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Prompt: "We're just friends." & "Are you joking? She looks at you like you are her whole world."

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

Reneé carried her songwriting notebook everywhere, so that any time she had a lyrical idea, she could write it down immediately. She was very private with this notebook, she only ever showed the pages she allowed others to see. Alyah was one of the many people that was curious about what the girl was hiding in her notes, and couldn’t help herself when she saw the notebook laying on the piano at Reneé’s house. Reneé herself was on a call in the other room, so there was no one to stop her. 

“So…” Alyah starts. “You and y/n then, huh?” Reneé rolls her eyes, “We’re just friends, Alyah.” At that point Alyah can’t hold her laughter any longer. “My sweet friend, you have a whole page in your notebook praising the things that you love about them, and you’ve written love songs about them. Why are you keeping all of this in your notebook? You should tell them how you feel.” 

She opens the notebook and finds the lyrics to a few released songs, looking over those quickly, because she was looking for things that she hadn’t seen or heard before. The next few pages consist of half written songs with many crossed out sentences. A few pages further she found the reason why Reneé hid the notebook from everyone.

A page with your picture in the middle, surrounded by a bunch of words. Alyah read through some of them, kind, beautiful, smart, funny. She felt on top of the world just finding the proof that her friend indeed had a crush on you, even though she had denied it time and time again. The following pages were filled with sappy love songs, Alyah was reading through some of them when the notebook was snatched out of her hand. Her eyes widened, she was caught. “Alyah Chanelle Scott, you know this is private!” Alyah knows she was supposed to feel guilty but instead she was just trying her hardest not to break out in laughter. 

Reneé knows exactly why she hasn’t shared her feelings with you but she goes with the easy answer. “She doesn’t feel the same way about me, so there is no use.” Alyah looks at her friend, "Are you joking? She looks at you like you are her whole world." The blond shakes her head, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” While shaking her head Alyah reassures Reneé that that is not the case. “Eyes don’t lie.” 

She plops down on the couch next to Alyah. She knew now, so she might as well confide in her best friend. “She's my whole world too.” Alyah mumbles a “Clearly” which received her a shove to the upper arm. “As I was saying, she's my whole world too but relationships always end badly for me, and I do not want to lose her.” Alyah turns more serious in her response, “But what if this one will be different? What if everything will work out but you never tried?”

After hours of talking, Alyah managed to convince Reneé to confess her feelings to you. She wanted this for her best friend, and of course she really thought that you would reciprocate the feelings, seeing as you’re always walking around with metaphorical heart eyes whenever Reneé was around. Together they brainstormed ways to tell you. 

The next day you came over to hang out, like you had planned for weeks now. Reneé seemed rather quiet but you decided to let the woman be for a bit, knowing that she knew you were there for her and she could always talk to you.

“Hey, so I wrote this new song and I was wondering if I could play it for you.” She started, that nervous look making its way back onto her face. Reneé had asked you to listen to songs she wrote before but never before had you seen her this nervous about sharing a song. You figured that maybe it was a very personal song. “Yeah, I would love to hear it, I always love hearing you sing.” You say with a big smile. Alyah would probably say she could see hearts in your eyes in this moment as well.

“Before I start, I want to say something. But can you please hold any response until I finish the song?” You nod, “Of course.” Reneé sits down and takes a deep breath. “I wrote this song for you.” Your heart starts to race, she wrote a song for you? No comments until the end of the song though, so you just patiently waited for her to start playing the song. 

She started playing the keys, and you already thought the intro was beautiful. You start blushing when she starts singing, the lyrics giving away that it wasn’t just a song, but that it was a love song. She sang about falling for someone, falling for you. Now you understood why she was nervous. After she played the outro she placed her hands down into her lap, taking a deep breath before she would face you. You noticed how nervous she still was, so you walked her way, and sat down next to her on the piano bench. 

The usually so confident Reneé now was a nervous mess, and you found it absolutely adorable. You smile and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes finally meet yours, she’s searching for any kind of reaction in them. Your hand lingers on her cheek, your thumb gently rubbing over her cheek. The longer you looked at each other the more both of your smiles grew. Reneé seemed to find the reaction she was looking for in your eyes as she started slowly leaning in to kiss you. The hand that was resting on her cheek made its way to the back of her neck as you pulled her in the rest of the way, your lips meeting in a long and soft kiss.

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[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."