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Up in Lights

Title: Up in Lights Genre: Fluff Trigger Warnings: Mentions of drugs, mentions of shopping/reckless spending, mentions of nepotism, mentions of sex (implicit) Word Count: 4920 words Request: (By anon) Reneé Rapp X Fem reader in an interview, where Y/N grew up famous (child celebrity) and knows how to handle stuff & Has to stop Reneé from giving away too much information about their relationship.

Golden Fucking Globes.

One of the most important nights a celebrity can only ever even hope to be nominated for. Most celebrities would be thrilled beyond words, exhilerated even. But not Y/N Y/L/N. No. She was far too used to these. When it wasn't her being nominated it was one of her parents who were nominated and dragged her ass along. For everyone else it was a once in a ifetime opportunity capable of opening doors for them b into new projects and possibly kickstart careers.

For Y/N? It was a fucking thursday.

Each phone call, from the second she woke up, spun around the night she'd be having. Calling huge name brands, wear their pretty clothes, get deals, get sponsorships, contact their PR team about what they'd talk about in interviews and whom they talk to. Why waste time investing their precious hours and words on interviews with some micro wanna-be youtuber when she could in fact spend her time giving a few carefully curated words to a major blog, running a small press conference and saying stuff which would make her bank account grow? She could almost hear the familiar cha-ching of the deposits with each syllable.

These shenanigans by now were second nature. Dodge polemic questions, spin the narrative into topics she dominated. Y/N didn't like discussing her private life at all, and it drove the paparazzis and interviewers crazy wanting to know about it.

Was there a special someone who stole Y/N's heart? Who was he? Was it a she? Was it a they? Were there multiple people? Are you single? Are you not? Are you the jealous type? If seeing someone, is it serious? Oh the amount of times she had to divert the questions back to a more pressing issue so they'd drop it. Say the right words at the right time and drive them crazy. At least, 99% of time she found she could prevent further speculation to form about her figure. Her parents were thankful for the fact their little girl knew better than to give the media ammunition to tear down their hard earned fame.

Y/N almost felt like her life wasn't really hers but rather that of a puppet being maneuvered by an industry much bigger than her. It sometimes made her sick to her stomach, her gut tying with knots and anxiety. But she also couldn't the inevitable allure of the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Anything she wanted, she got it. Brand new shoes? Hers. The fanciest make up lines? Delivered to her door. The shiniest jewels? Get them for free. Lamborghinis with butterfly doors? All yours baby.

It was prostitution. Let's face it. She sold her acting, her voice, her body. All actors are hookers at the end of the day. It was one of the reasons Y/N tried so desperately to cling to this image of being poised and put together when in reality she sought chaos and had quite the little self destructive streak by being far too self indulgent.

And in one of these binge moments, with her mind going far too fast for her own liking she found her. Her. That damn woman with the prettiest greenish-blue eyes she had ever seen. Reneé, Y/N was smitten by her and her spontaneity. How she wished she could be like the blonde who wore her pretty heart on her sleeve. Y/N envied the beauty of Reneé's unhinged comments. This brutal level of honesty which somehow made her stand out in a crowd of clones to the industry shaped to their liking. But not her. Reneé Rapp… She said what she wanted. She did what she wanted. She acted like she wanted, thought what she wanted, wanted what she wanted, fucked who she liked and for some odd reason she wanted Y/n…

The affair started small at first. A few dates at fancy restaurants, a few times rollerskating which ended with far too many falls and two drunk girls sharing kisses under disco lights like the lights were proof of all the love they'd ever need. Like both weren't under excruciating pressure to be perfect it girls. And other dates which were both going on absurd shopping sprees and spending their nights wide awake with bloodshot eyes.

River Phoenix. Lil Peep. Sid and Nancy. Every latest Symbol of orgy and flashiness stood in the shadow of their moments as they caved in to each of their whims. There was an odd sense of urgency as both girls had their bodies tangled to one another, their bare skins on fire under the influence of heaven only knows. Twenty four years of purelust and desire, Y/N obsessed with the familiarity of inhebriating herself with Ren's kisses, sloppy, messy, tongues colliding, trails of spit uniting their lips An IT couple; It could end bad, or it could end very fucking good. screaming with a loud O kind of good, and each night was theirs. If every actor is a prostitute, their days belonged to the industry but the nights…

The nights were theirs.

And then… Golden globes. The call rang early in the morning, and Y/N was having one of their worst hangovers ever. How she wished she would never have to hear a phone ringing again in her entire fucking lifetime. It was something she would be very thankful as the ringitone seemed to drill a hole in her skull and her chest felt tight with discomfort once she heard it. She had until nighttime to appear like a sex icon, a desirable love machine that everyone should aspire to be like instead of the actual train wreck she actually was deep down.

"That woman is so unhinged" "She needs media training" "She says so many out of pocket things."

The notifications on Y/N's phone which were all about Reneé Rapp kept coming up lately and Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as she got up from her bed. She flipped her phone upside down setting it to do not disturb right away. y/n's voice was hoarse from the long night of partying the previous day.

"Alexa, make me a coffee." "Got it, making a coffee."

Y/N's ears soon were filled the familiar huff and the sound of bubbles as the kettle began to work to make the coffee for the young actress. She then clapped twice making the lights in her bathroom switch to a bright blue color.

"Okay. Golden globes. Fuck what movie even was this? Was it for that latest one or some i was on a long time ago? Shit. Okay, i'll just wing it. When they mention the movie i'll know which one it was."

Y/N's clothes slowly fell to the floor, as she walked over to her shower, the sensors soon recognizing her bare figure and a steady flow of water with strong pressure hitting her skin, melting away the tension spots in her muscles. Y/N needed it… She needed a way to keep her mind a-float while simultaneously numbing away the agittation that overtook her whenever she was in a setting for which she had not previously mentally prepared herself.

"Alexa, are there any new messages from Babygirl?" "No new messages from "Babygirl". Should i check your whatsapp?" "No need. Has the roomba cleaned the house today?" "Roomba last cleaned the house at 9:25am." "Okay, good. Please play my voicemails."

Y/N slowly washed her hair as the voice assistant reverberated off the bathroom walls, letting her know about everything the PR team said. In summary, they had made a very long message just to remind Y/N to not bash the movie she starred in. If the press asks you hat you thought about the movie say anything, but don't thrash the movie you starred in, that is never good.

"Don't say smack about the movie" "That's like shooting your own damn feet" "We know the movie was bad, they don't need to know" "iF anyone asks, it was revolutionary, it was conceptual, if they don't like it, that's on them for being too stupid to get it." "But like- don't call them stupid. or you'll get a rep as the rude celeb. We don't need another scandal about a nepo baby who thinks they run the world." "You know, we love you, right? We are just looking out for you, Y/N, you of the Y/L/N family have a tab to keep score, you all are always on the eye of the storm you lot need to be mindful."

Y/N sighed.

"If i could say the truth. But no. i can't. About any fucking thing, can i?" As she spoke shampoo streamed down her face

Meanwhile, A certain blondie was bolting everywhere in her mansion, running from one side to the other jumping in excitement.

"GOLDEN FUCKING GLOBES? HOLY SHIT"

Guess that was just one of the many perks of being a broadway star, it's easy for you to get nominated for a tony or even for a golden globe, easier than for an artist of another industry or a specific kind of career. Reneé was happy as hell, and she made a point of texting her famly and tweeting about it in all caps, like a damn lunatic.

But her life that day was no different than any other day. She had a PR team yes, but she wasn't going to weave her entire life over the cerimony taking place at nighttime that day. All she had to do was be there, all she had to do was show up and look pretty. She would wear something nice possibly a suit.

And she started thinking. Golden Globes. Y/N was certain to be there, which only made her more excited. This night was promising so much, she could only hope that it would be as amazing and fun as her mind was painting it out to be. Their little secret Rendezvous would come in handy to make the award show more enjoyable for both, Ren thought to herself, taking some scissors and running to the bathroom to cut her own bangs.

She even uploaded IG stories of herself chopping away at her own strands of hair, and also her tiktok. On the tiktok clip she had recorded herself dancing to the song Whip my hair by WILLOW and her hair with the brand new bangs + the caption "golden globes here i come ;)"

As Y/N got off her shower she had a line-up of a dozen different huge designer names who wished for her to sport their outfits. This was no met-gala, she couldn't afford to be too abstract and exhude of "intellectuality". She needed a outfit that was elegant and beautiful, and would accentuate her feminine attributes. Perchaps Chanel. Or Loewe. Now was not the time to be avant-garde either, so there was no time to go trying designers who were unheard of.

Their body was cleanly shaven. and a gel packet under their eyes ensured no dark circles would be visible, there was also not a single piece of body hair in sight, their skin soft, moisturized, glowing. Y/N had already chugged an entire bottle of gatorade and was now wrapped comfortably around a robe their hair in a towel-turban as their skin mask acted on their dermis ensuring they'd be smooth, perfect. Not that she would ever need to worry about it when she could press a single button on her phone and have not one make up artist but an entire make up team dedicated to camouflaging any minor imperfection on her face. Yet still, there she was, eating several slices of watermelon to wash the pesky hangover out of her system while doing all in her power to look absolutely exquisite.

Buy me. Love me. Want me. I know you want me baby. I know you need me. You need to need me. You will need me.

The tweet from Y/N's account was short, objective and carefully phrased. A to-the-point thanks for being nominated with a quick nod to the fans for being there. Y/N knew better than to take them for granted. And it was one of the few things she refused to let her PR team handle. Her fanmail.

if her make up was done by a team, her hair taken care of by experts, each color she wore, each jewel, each shoe picked to send a specific message, the words written to and for the fans were not artifical. It came from the bottom of Y/N's heart. As Y/N ate she took pen to paper answering each letter with her own cursive handwriting,, getting a bit of her hand covered in ink. That was no matter, she'd clean after herself.

The hours slowly were leading to the ceremony, Y/N made her way to the studio she'd have her appearance fixed for the occasion, getting it all done. It was easy to just let go and close her eyes for a little as the hands of all these men and women worked to get her beyond flossy, she was an icon, she was the moment, and they knew how to make it show. All she had to do was relax as they did it.

Y/N took her phone shooting Reneé a quick text, her fingers tracing the screen rapidly, the little letters forming a message which she meant every word of:

"I can't wait to see you"

The response obtained came rapidly after she sent the first text of that evening,

"I'm honestly so excited, maybe we can get some pictures together?"

Y/N sort of grimaced. Not that reneé would ever know given the diatance between them with one being in the makeup studio and the other being in the safety of her homes four-walls getting taken care of by one isngle trusty make up professional instead of a entire staff.

"We'll get anything you want dear, but let's not make a huge spectacle ok?"

The text was sweet, as much as it could be while also setting a boundary with the broadway superstar. They could have the world at their fingertips but it wasn't worth torching both of their careers just for a few quick pictures. Torching… They were in fact on fire when it came to one another. All Y/N could do was pray that this fire wouldn't burn them both. The same spontaneity she was usually so fond of right now made her tense and on edge.

"Since when do i make a spectacle? I'm just keeping it real baby"

Y/n read the text from RMJ and sighed, blocking her phone and slamming it into her own pocker without saying a word about it. She did not respond, leaving her girl on read Lucky for Y/N Ren wasn't one to take her behavio0r personally as she knew Y/N often had a lot on her mind. The child star had grown to have her father's worrying mind and her mother's fame which was a terrible combination.

"Why couldn't i be, i don't know, Angelina Jolie. Angelina can say whatever" "You don't wanna be Angelina. She has her plate fuller than yours, to a point she has to attend a bunch of formal shit. You get the new money shit, not the elitist bs with politics, Y/N. Count your blessings." Said the make-up artist, making details on Y/N's eyeliner, something a bit flashy with rhinestones and glitter, nothing extreme but certainly a statement piece to add to the otherwise toned down fit selected for this moment.

"Count my blessings. Count my blessings. 1,2,3,4, i don't want it no mo." Y/N growled in frustration. "Bullshit, you'd hate living a tame life. You'd be bored out your mind. Now stay still" Said the woman adjusting Y/N's hair into beautiful curls, voluminous yet somehow without a single frizzy bit of hair. What the hell was breakage? She never had it, and would never. "5,6,7,8, Being this rich rich is something i hate" Another man was painting Y/N's nails. amd Y/N sighed, not liking the sensation of so many hands on her. All she wanted were Reneé's hands and no one elses. "You sure you do? You get everything;" "I get everything except freedom." "That's the price you pay." "That's the price i pay."

Y/N picked up her phone, reading notes from her PR team. No talking politics. But if someone asks about anything going on right now, to be direct in answers, being vague wasn't a good idea when it came to huge political issues. And just now celebs were getting dropped like flies for not positioning themselves.

Y/N prayed no paps would snap any polemic picture. She could dance4 circles around most interviewers. But the paps were a separate issue. They were everyfuckingwhere and it made Y/N's blood boil What the fuck was privacy? And how would she even be able to get to spend time with her girlfriend without having her entir4e relationship being blown out in the open for everyone to see? It was a whole issue and she was not in the mood to deal with it.

She could show up with a huge security team, but that would lead to rumours about her wanting to avoid fans. Which again, wasn't a good look to have. If she didn't have security with her it also woouldn't look good on her with people thinkung she was reckless and impulsive. And then, Reneé. Associating herself with someone known as all those things was bad, but what could she do the heart wants what it wants

As the hours finally waned giving way to the time of the award show, Y/N pulled up, sliding out of her car with the most elegant strut ever, like a damn model. All eyes on her. The object of desire. The object of envy. The object of lust. A heartthrob at the prime of its age. The flashes began to rain down on her image right away like she was dinner and everyone was so damn hungry. Their lenses and their eyes thirsting over young petite frame, as Y/N walked the red carpet, making punctual pauses and posing. Each pose milimetrically rehearsed, subtle variations which made the pictures seem professional.

Dress. The purse. The heels. The hair. The rings on her hand. The necklace accompanying the earrings. The make up, the colors, the glasses. Y/N was in fact just short of a quarter of a life old, at twenty four, she had the appeal of a celebrity who was a child star and grew into a beautiful woman. But she also exuded the confidence of someone who grew in the scene and was well familiar with these things. She eyes the lenses of the cameras like she flirted with whoever took each pic. Each shot, each frame had a signature "Look at me" behind it.

Heroin-chic, new-york core, gossip-girl-esque lady, a dame, but not a damsel in distress, independant but reliable, Glamorous but accessible. Y/N somehow managed to balance many aspects of a facade which were supposed to be by their vary nature impossible to concilliate but she did it and did it apparently effortlessly. Subtly, raising a flask to her lips she chugged what was pretty much some anphetamine getting her pupils to widen and keeping her up for the duration of this award show. The upper soon would kick in, and she wouldn't need to make so many conscient choices to make it work.

When Reneé pulled up to the event was being held Y/N's gaze much alike that of all the folks hired to broadcast it was drawn to the bombshell of a woman she dated. Y/N walked carefully making her way to the blonde,who smiled beautifully at Y/N making the girl get slightly flushed as she was greeted by her beloved.

"Reneé, over here" A reporter shouted, and soon they were being hounded, circled all over the place by men and women of all ages wanting their words on the latest news, their opinions on many issues, their private lives on blast.

"Easy, one at a time, i have five minutes." Y/N stated, taking a step back to shield her irises from the never ending amount of flashing lights. Her name was up i lights and she was thankful for it, but her eyes weren't thankful for it, as she was very photosensitive.

"Y/N, Y/N! In this latest movie, you starred with Dylan sprouse, and rumour has it you two have been seeing each other, is that true?" "Dylan is a very beloved friend, and i find his relationship with Barbara Palvin something to aspire to. So no, me and Dylan are not seeing one another." "Do you have any interest in his twin, Cole?" "I have never had the pleasure of meeting Cole Sprouse." Y/N stated, subconsciously holding onto Reneé's hand as she diverted the questions which were being thrown her way. "Y/N, how come you are so young and beautiful yet never have a boyfriend?" "i am not looking for a boyfriend." "So do you want a girlfriend?" Said one younger reporter who appeared to be about the same age as both Y/N and Reneé. Y/N's jaw dropped and she took a deep breath.

Did she want a girlfriend? No Because she already had one. Standing right there beside her. How she wished she could just turn and kiss Reneé on the lips and come out and end this cycle of secrecy and rumour dodging…

"Y/N is a very private person." Stated Reneé, nudging Y/N playfully which made the young actress chuckle, the first spontaneous laughter since entering the venue. "I am, it drives the media crazy" "It truly does, we need to know Y/N Y/L/N, who has stolen your heart? With how absent you are from the dating scene, we figured someone must have snatched you away" "I guess you could say that. I have someone in mind."

"A special someone? Is it serious?" Another reporter said, trying to get their word in and find as much info as possible but Y/N knew better. She knew any words she added would be spun into something much bigger and harder to control, "I wouldn't say it's not serious. We are… seeing where things go, but this person has definitely caught my attention and i can see it going places." Y/N quickly responded, rolling her shoulders into an expressive shrug and throwing one arm around Reneé's shoulders hoping that would say enough for the media. "Y/N, Y/N can we at least get a lead into the identity of your mysterious partner?"

Y/N rapidly shook her head no, her beautiful Y/E/C eyes meeting that of the reporter who asked this.

"In due time." Y/N added, not wanting the questions to be pressed further. She was about to turn away to go towards the actual entrance of where the tables were kept for the event when she heard Reneé speaking up. "Let it suffice to say, you all are in fact familiar with that person."

Y/N's eyebrows shot up. Why was Ren talking? What was she talking about.

"So you know them?" Asked a reporter "Oh yes, definitely. I KNOW THEM." Said Reneé with a smirk, and Y/N's heart began to race rapidly. SHIT. OH SHIT. "Is it someone famous too? Miss Rapp, are we talking about someone as famous as Y/N herself or someone maybe a bit less renowned?" "Oh nono, it's famous. They're famous, alright, Fucking famous." "An A-Lister?" Asked another reporter as a gazillion of lights flashed. Y/N was stunned into how comfortable Reneé seemed to be, answering these questions. "I wouldn't say A lister. But i wouldn't say a subcelebrity either. I think all those rankings are stupid, like what are we even being compared to? If it is about the awards that a person has than its stupid cause there is so many famous celebrities who deserve awards and have none. Zero. Nothing," "Are you calling the golden globes stupid miss Rapp?" "i am calling award shows as a whole stupid."

Y/N rapidly made her way back to where Reneé was, In full blown damage control mode. She pulled Reneé closer to her and to a more sheltered corner where they could talk to one another with as close to privacy as one could possibly dream of having at a nation-wide broadcasted award show with reporters at every damn square meter.

"What the hell are you doing?" Y/N inquired sharply "I'm answering questions. They want to know about us!" "You somehow got the topic from us dating, to ''award shows are stupid"?" "They are though" "You're CRAZY do you realize how insane it is to insult an award show while attending it?"

Reneé nodded and bit her lip.

"I just don't see why it's such a big deal love. If they didn't want to know what we thought they wouldn't interview us." "You don't give them ammo to take you down, babygirl, it's dangerous, they twist and bend words into narratives much more complex than we intended, and like, why would you even want them to know about us? i thought you liked our little love bubble." Y/N explained, taking in a sharp inhale. "And i do. But Love someone here in this relationship needs to be the heart. You're the brains of the operation, i'm here to look cute. Besides, they don't know…" "They don't… but you." "I just said the truth. You are dating someone famous. Someone who i know, who is also famous, and that the media knows. Did i lie?" "No, i mean-" "I didn't, so why are you freaking out? Babe, breathe…" "God i just wish i could hit some xanny bars. The addy's are making me fidgetty.." "You took adderall? For an award show?" Renee questioned her love and held her hand, gently massaging Y/N's palms with her thumbs. "I needed the pick me up and the focus… i'm sorry i'm so damn uptight all the time love, but, i am terrified. I am terrified they'll figure out i'm not their cishet uptown princess from a famous family or worse, pidgeonhole me as some dumb bimbo who is nothing but a talentless nepobaby or some dy-"

Before Y/N could finish that sentence her mouth was shut by the pressure of some plump andsmooth lips against her own, which she immediately reciprocated, her wide eyes slowly closing as her lids hooded over the sclera. Y/N was a big overthinker and Ren always knew just how to force her mind to slow down even if it was just for a moment. As they both kissed, the cameras around them continue to snap images of so many celebrities around them, but also, of the young couple of girls in the back of the room.

"Would it even be that bad? If they found out about us? Your parents know you're not straight babe."

Y/N couldn't reply. Reneé was right. Her parents did in fact know about her sexuality. They knew about her and Reneé. So why was she so terrified? She felt a bit stupid.

"I don't know…" "That's right. You don't know. Look, i'm not saying you need to come out tonight, or anything. That's your story to tell people when and how you prefer. just know i love you…?" "I know." "And whenever you're ready…" Reneé trailed off, Gently squeezing Y/N's hand in a comforting yet reassuring manner… "Come, let's go back out there before they assume the worst…"

Y/N stated simply, and held Ren's hand as she walked out, soon being crowded by the paparazzi again, and a bunch of bloggers and snotty fans and influencers who upon seeing their hands with the fingers perfectly intertwined began to change up the questions.

"Y/N are you and miss Rapp Close?" "Ms.Rapp, is Y/N Y/L/N your plus one for the night?" "will we be seeing collaboration projects between the two of you?" "Would you say you both are friends?" "Y/N! Y/N" "Reneé, Over here" "Ms Rapp look over here."

Y/N raised one hand to signal them all to stop and the questions for a single moment all came to a sudden halt.

"If you want a picture of me with my girlfriend, you'll all have to do it one at a time."

Y/N said and Ren almost jumped out of her skin, but not out of fear, instead out of excitement, butterflies forming in her stomach.

"Girlfriend?" a reporter sharply stated, and Reneé mirrored the question by asking Y/N: "Girlfriend?" "I said what i said." "Y/N Is the relationship brand new?" "Y/N, will you be attending other events with Ms.Rapp?" "Y/N, have you come out-"

Y/N didn't say a thing, just kissed Reneé on the lips and then pulled them both away from the interviews and onto the tabes where they would finally be alone. It was gonna be a long night and Y/N knew it. But suddenly, having some control of her narrative, and with her lover's support, she knew it would be fine now. And it was, especially when the crowd surged into a loud roar of applauses and cheering as the golden globe was given to Y/N for their latest action movie, Reneé Rapp whistling loudly through her fingers and shouting "That's my FUCKING girlfriend right there. YOU GO BABE" which made Y/N laugh hysterically.

The headlines the next day all over the news were calling them hollywood's favorite unhinged couple. And for once, Y/N was in fact okay with it. As long as she had her baby, it was all fucking worth it.

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crying rn

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𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚙 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Synopsis: Renee realizes her girlfriend is struggling and comes back from her tour.

Content: depression warning, fluff, deep talks/discussions, just tw

Word Count: 1.800+

a/n: I havent been writing lately, but I was listening to my shitty ass sad playlist after I hit my bong n wanted to write based on how I felt. Srry it's sad lol.

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As Y/N lay in bed, surrounded by the suffocating weight of her thoughts, she felt as if she were trapped. Depression wasn't just a feeling; it was a state of being, an all-encompassing darkness that clouded her mind and consumed her soul.

The disassociation was perhaps the most insidious aspect of it all. It was like watching her life unfold from behind a thick pane of glass, disconnected from the world around her. She went through the motions of her daily routine, but it felt hollow, as if she were merely a spectator in her own life like she was sleeping.

Numbness was her constant companion, a thick fog that dulled her senses and dulled the vibrant colors of the world around her. It was difficult to muster up any enthusiasm or joy when every emotion seemed to be buried beneath layers of apathy, she just felt lost, like she was suffocating.

Boredom was another relentless adversary, gnawing at her from the inside out. No matter what she did, nothing seemed to hold her interest for long. Hobbies that once brought her joy now felt like meaningless distractions, and even the simplest tasks felt like Herculean feats.

But perhaps the cruelest aspect of it all was the overwhelming loneliness that seemed to suffocate her at every turn. It wasn't just a lack of companionship; it was a profound sense of isolation, a feeling of being utterly and completely alone in the world.

Even when surrounded by friends and loved ones, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she was nobody's person. It was as if she were standing on the outside looking in, watching as everyone else lived their lives while she remained stuck in place, unable to move forward.

And so, as she lay in bed, tears streaming down her cheeks, Y/N couldn't help but feel as if she were buried alive and clawing at the wood til her fingers bled.

The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the sun that shined through the curtains, much to Y/N's discomfort. It was a familiar scene, one that had become all too common in recent months, she didn't have the energy to shut the blinds.

Depression had become Y/N's unwanted companion, a shadow that followed her every step, always coming back even after she thought she got rid of it. Loneliness was its cruelest weapon, wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket, isolating her from the world.

She had tried to fight it, tried to push through the fog that clouded her mind, but tonight, it felt like an impossible task. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling utterly lost and alone.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, her girlfriend Renee had sensed the shift in her demeanor. Renee had been on tour for the past few weeks, but even from miles away, she could feel when something was amiss with Y/N.

Tonight, as Renee finished her performance on stage, her thoughts were consumed by Y/N. Something didn't feel right, a nagging sense of worry gnawing at her heart. Ignoring the cheers of the crowd, Renee hurried back to her dressing room, her mind racing with concern.

Once backstage, Renee grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Y/N's number. It rang once, twice, before Y/N's voice echoed through the receiver, thick with emotion.

"Hey," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, love," Renee replied, her heart aching at the sound of Y/N's voice. "Is everything okay?"

Y/N hesitated, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. But Renee's presence, even over the phone, was a balm to her weary soul.

"I… I don't know," Y/N confessed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I just… I feel so lost, Renee. Like I'm drowning in my own thoughts."

Renee's heart shattered at Y/N's words, the pain in her voice cutting through her like a knife. Without a second thought, she made a decision.

"Y/N, I'm coming home," Renee declared, her voice filled with determination. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the sincerity in Renee's words. Despite the distance between them, Renee's love was a beacon of light in the darkness.

"Please hurry," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

"I will," Renee promised, her own tears mingling with Y/N's across the miles. "I love you, Y/N. Just hold on a little longer, okay?"

As they hung up, a spark of hope ignited within her chest. Even in her darkest moments, Renee was her guiding star, leading her back to the light.

The moment Renee stepped through the door, she could feel the heavy atmosphere weighing down the air. The dimly lit apartment seemed to echo with Y/N's silent struggle, and Renee's heart clenched at the sight.

Renee quickly made her way to the bedroom, where she found Y/N curled up under the blankets, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. Without a word, Renee slipped into bed beside her, wrapping her arms around Y/N and pulling her close.

Y/N melted into Renee's embrace, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. Renee held her tightly, offering silent comfort as Y/N buried her face in Renee's chest, seeking solace in her warmth.

For a long moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing. But eventually, Y/N found the courage to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry, Renee," Y/N murmured, her words muffled against Renee's shirt. "I hate that you have to see me like this."

Renee brushed a gentle kiss against Y/N's forehead, her heart aching at the pain in her eyes.

"Don't apologize, love," Renee murmured, her voice tender. "You never have to apologize for how you feel. I'm here for you, always."

Y/N's breath hitched at Renee's words, the love and acceptance in her voice a balm to her wounded soul.

"I just… I don't know how to cope anymore," Y/N confessed, her voice breaking with emotion. "It feels like I'm drowning.."

Renee's heart clenched at the despair in Y/N's voice, but she refused to let it consume them. With a gentle hand, she tilted Y/N's chin up, meeting her gaze with unwavering determination.

"You're not alone in this, Y/N," Renee said firmly, her eyes brimming with love. "We'll get through this together, okay? I'll be right here by your side every step of the way."

Y/N nodded, a glimmer of hope sparking in her eyes as Renee's words washed over her like a lifeline.

"What if I never get better?" Y/N whispered, her voice laced with fear.

Renee's heart broke at the vulnerability in Y/N's words, shaking her head.

"We'll figure it out together," Renee promised, her voice shaky. "There are so many ways we can tackle this, whether it's therapy, medication, or finding what works for you. We'll take it one day at a time."

Y/N's shoulders sagged with relief at Renee's unwavering support, the weight of her burden suddenly feeling a little lighter.

"Thank you, Renee," Y/N whispered, tears shimmering in her eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Renee brushed a tender kiss against Y/N's lips, pouring all of her love and devotion into the gentle caress.

"You'll never have to find out," Renee promised, her voice filled with conviction. "I love you, Y/N. And I'm not going anywhere."

As Y/N lay in Renee's arms, her thoughts churned with a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of her depression bore down on her like a heavy anchor, dragging her deeper into the abyss of her own mind.

"Renee," Y/N's voice wavered, breaking the heavy silence that enveloped them. "I feel like I'm stuck. Like I'm trapped in this endless cycle of figuring it all out then knowing nothing again."

Renee's heart ached at the tremble in Y/N's voice, her grip tightening around Y/N's trembling form.

"I know, love," Renee murmured, her voice soft with understanding. "I'm here.."

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gazed up at Renee, her vulnerability laid bare for the world to see.

"But what if it's not enough?" Y/N whispered, her cracking ever so slightly as she spoke. "I feel like I'll always be this way. I never seem to get better, Renee."

Renee's heart shattered at the despair in Y/N's words, the fear of losing her consuming her from the inside out.

"You're not broken, Y/N," Renee insisted, her voice firm with conviction. "You're human. And humans are allowed to feel lost sometimes. But that doesn't mean you can't find your way back."

Y/N smiled sadly at Renee, trying to believe her words.

"I just… I feel like I'm losing everyone," Y/N confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "And I'm so scared of being alone."

Renee's heart constricted at the raw honesty in Y/N's words, the pain of her loneliness echoing in her own soul.

"You're not alone, Y/N," Renee whispered, her voice laced with tenderness. "You're my person, and I'm yours. We'll navigate your darkness together, hand in hand, until we find our way back to the light."

Y/N's tears flowed freely now, cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall of emotion. But with Renee's unwavering love to anchor her, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the storm.

"Thank you, Renee," Y/N murmured, her voice choked with gratitude. "For being my light in the darkness."

Renee pressed a gentle kiss against Y/N's forehead, pouring all of her love and devotion into the tender gesture.

"Always, love," Renee promised, her voice a whispered vow. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what."

As the weight of their shared emotions began to ease, exhaustion swept over Y/N like a gentle tide, pulling her into the embrace of sleep. Renee held her close, their bodies entwined in a comforting embrace.

In the quiet of the night, as the world outside fell into a hushed slumber, Renee pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's temple, her lips lingering against the warmth of her skin.

"Sleep now, my love," Renee whispered, her voice a soft murmur in the darkness. "And remember, don't kill the flowers."

Y/N watched Renee sleepily, hooded eyes silently agreeing with her words. Sleep soon claimed her, pulling her into its gentle embrace.

And as they drifted into dreams, the promise of a new day.

𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.

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Just Seven Minutes (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: intoxication

Word Count: 1800, Part 2/?

Part 1

Leighton and Reader continue to party at the Theta house and enjoy getting close with each other with the help of some crappy tequila.

The door is yanked open and you both squint at the light outside of the closet. You’re met with thunderous hoots and hollers from the decidedly larger crowd gathered there. The frat brother running the game looks all too proud of himself for making a successful pairing. Everyone’s faces betray that they heard everything, everyone flushed from drunkenness and horniness.

You take a deep breath and put your hand on the small of Leighton’s back as you guide her through the crowd, toward the reprieve of quieter conversation and refreshments in the kitchen area. 

Some random guys smack your shoulder blade and congratulate you on your ‘job well done’ as if you’re one of them. You roll your eyes and usher Leighton a little quicker until you break free of the masses and find an empty spot against the kitchen wall to relax. 

You exchange exasperated expressions and then the ridiculousness of it all settles in and you just just descend into happy giggles with each other. Leighton steps a little closer to you, putting you between her and the wall, “thank you,” she says simply. 

“For what, exactly?”

She smirks and whispers, “for the incredible orgasm, of course… and for being very nice. Chivalry isn’t dead after all, it seems.”

You smile and look down at her hand before hesitantly holding it and lacing your fingers together. She smiles in return and gives your hand a small, reassuring squeeze. 

“You wanna drink?” you ask. 

She nods enthusiastically, “yes, please!”

“Alcohol or no?”

“Yes, definitely.”

You nod and peek over her shoulder to chart your path over to the kitchen counter where drinks are being poured. Another party-goer comes up to you both at that point and you recognize her to be one of Leighton’s suitemates, Kimberly, whom you know from a shared class and from frequenting Sips. 

The brunette smiles knowingly at you both and says, “So…”

Leighton rolls her eyes playfully.

“I should have set the two of you up with each other a looong time ago,” Kimberly begins, “I can’t believe I didn’t see it! You guys are like… a really hot couple.”

You smile, a little embarrassed. 

Leighton looks at you and smiles genuinely, “Well, no setting up is necessary, Kimberly, but you’re not wrong about the ‘hot’ part…”

The two of you continue to chat with Kimberly for a moment but your attention falls back on the crowd of people playing seven minutes in heaven. The frat guy selects a girl that even from this distance, you can plainly see is way too drunk. She cheers and stumbles into the center of the circle, sloshing the drink she’s holding slightly.

You tap Leighton’s shoulder and point in the direction, “she looks way too drunk, right? She can’t consent to the game…”

Leighton furrows her brows and follows the direction of your finger. Her and Kimberly both nod in agreement, now concerned.

“I’m on it,” you say. You drop Leighton’s hand and quickly elbow back through the crowd until you push through into the center of the circle and get the drunk girl’s attention. 

“Hey, what the hell?” the frat brother protests.

You silently hold up a hand to shush him and focus on the girl, “hey, how many drinks have you had?”

She can’t make eye contact with you and she slurs her words, “I dunno… like maybe three? And shots?” 

You sigh and glare at each of the frat guys, “can’t you idiots see that she’s hammered?”

The guys all look stupid and take steps back. You speak to the girl again, “let’s get you home, okay?”

She frowns but nods. 

“Who knows this girl? Huh?” You shout out to the crowd. You see Leighton and Kimberly watching you from their spot in the kitchen, “Come on, who came with her?”

After a minute or so, two girls that had been dancing in another part of the house are reunited with the girl. You escort the three of them to the front door of the frat house, flanked by the fraternity president. 

Leighton joins you at this point and starts drilling into the president, “I don’t think I need to tell you that this is a bad look,” she points at his sternum, “she was wasted, and you were about to lock her in a closet with a stranger!”

The president crosses his arms, “being Nico’s baby sister doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that!”

Leighton fumes, “oh yeah? How about this then, get your boys enrolled in the Women’s Center harm reduction and harassment prevention training by the end of the month or my dad shreds his donation check this year.”

The president scowls then raises his palms in surrender and backs away. You had watched the interaction from the side while helping the poor girl get some electrolytes to rehydrate before the group walked back to the dorms. 

Kimberly volunteers to walk with them as she was getting ready to head home anyways. The situation deescalates after that and the seven minutes in heaven crowd disperses. 

You take a deep breath and walk up to Leighton. She’s clearly still amped up but she softens and smiles when she sees you.

“Sorry for rushing off there,” you say. 

“Sorry? Not at all, you did the right thing. Thank you for helping her, these goddamn frat parties can go to shit so quickly.”

You take her hand again and caress your thumb over her knuckles, “well, I think everything is okay now. Do you want to stay or are you done?”

She smiles, “I want to stay. You still owe me a drink.”

“You’re absolutely right, come on.” You meander through the party together, holding hands and squeezing up to the bar, “two tequila sodas, please!” You say to the Theta bartender. 

“Ooh, good choice.” Leighton whispers. 

You’re passed red solo cups and you cheers each other and take mirroring sips. Leighton scrunches her nose and says, “fucking shitty tequila… god what does the donation money even do if it’s not for good alcohol?”

You laugh at her as you wince and nod in agreement, “yeah,” you cough, “that sucks.”

You walk together back to your spot along the wall and as you lean against the wall, Leighton leans against you, letting you wrap your free arm around her waist from behind. It’s a little bit of a funny position with her being taller but it works well enough, and you can tell that she enjoys the feeling of being held while being able to observe the party. 

You keep sipping on your drinks, ignoring the burn, and you chat as much as you can over the pounding music.

You stay for longer than you ever would’ve anticipated hanging out at this party, but with Leighton, time seems to fly by. You talk and dance all night, outlasting even Leighton’s more party-oriented roommates, Bela and Whitney. 

You laugh joyously as tipsy, 3 AM Leighton bends at her waist and shakes her ass against your front to “Like a G6.” 

She turns back around and holds your face and pulls you in to make out with you. You melt into the kiss with her and hold tightly onto her hips.

You’ve never felt like this before. You’ve never felt so liberated. You never would have imagined a reality where your crush on Leighton would amount to anything, but you were dead wrong. 

She pulls away from you after a moment and says, “I’m thirsty!”

You nod and grab her hand, leading her back to the kitchen to get you both water. You take a moment to catch your breath and drink some water and you decide then to say what’s been on your mind, “Leighton, can I tell you something?”

She smiles, “‘course you can.”

“I really like you,” you state, “I’ve been quietly crushing on you for a long time, and I don’t want this to end after tonight. Is that okay?”

Her smile grows even more, “really? That’s amazing! I really like you, too!” she leans forward and embraces you.

You turn your head and press a soft kiss to her cheek while you hug, “yeah? You mean that?”

“Mhmm!” She nods excitedly, “I definitely want to keep seeing you, okay?”

“I just…” you begin, quietly, “well… you had some recent breakups, right?”

She suddenly looks more sober as she drinks her water and thinks about what you’re saying, “yes… why?”

“Sorry,” you backtrack, “we don’t have to talk about that right now, I’m just trying to confirm that you’re okay and in a good place to see someone right now.”

She nods, understanding, “Oh yeah, you’re good, don’t worry. I really want this.”

You smile and pull her in to kiss her again, which she reciprocates excitedly. 

Leighton takes another drink of water and briefly checks her phone. She frowns at something she sees and then shakes her head and puts her phone away again. 

“Everything okay?” you ask. 

She nods, “yup. Everything’s fine. Can we keep dancing?”

You take her hand and return to the dancefloor, continuing to have fun and enjoy each other late into the night. 

Leighton dances in front of you and puts your hands on her waist as she does so. She seems carefree and she looks beautiful as she demonstrates which songs are her favorite to dance to. 

A more low-key song comes on and the two of you take a moment to slow down and breathe. You speak to her over the music, “would you be okay with me calling you by a nickname or pet names?”

“What do you have in mind? Most of my friends just shorten my name to Leight.”

You smile, “I like that, I can sprinkle in some other sweet names, too.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Baby?”

“I like baby… that makes me feel good.”

You pull her in closer and nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck and whisper, “then I will definitely call you baby… how about, babygirl? Sweetheart? Beautiful?”

Leighton shivers, feeling your breath tickle her neck, “I really enjoy all of those, actually… I never thought I would be the kind to like that but coming from you… you’re just making me want to beg for more…”

“Ooh… I think I’d like to hear you beg, babygirl…”

“Oh really? You want me to beg, huh?”

You nod affirmatively and kiss her neck beneath her ear. Leighton’s eyes flutter shut and she moans softly, leans into you more. She’s melting from your soft, sensual touches. 

“Everywhere that I’ve kissed you is so soft… and tastes so incredible… I can’t get enough of you…” you whisper.

“Maybe I don’t want you to ever get enough of me… maybe I want you to keep desiring me…”

“Leighton, babygirl… I want to give you everything you want…”

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Just Seven Minutes

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 3300, Part 1/?

Reader and Leighton are paired up for a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven at a Theta party.

Explicit Content Below! Read at your discretion.

You made the mistake of watching from within the crowd. You should have known better. A frat party, a lockable storage closet, and liquor did not mix well. 

Your stomach dropped when the shirtless fraternity brother pointed directly at you, “You. Come on.”

“No, no… I’m just watching…” you protested. 

“Them's the rules, pal. If you watch, you are liable to participate.” Suddenly, people were pressing on your back and pushing you forward until you stumbled into the center of the circle with him. He looked at you, “alright, what are you into?”

“What?” 

“Boys? Girls? Both? Anyone? Come on, what are you into?”

“Oh…” you could feel yourself shaking, your palms getting clammy, “girls…” you answered. 

The guy caught a glimpse of a blonde head trying to escape the crowd of onlookers. He pounced on the opportunity, “Ah, not so fast, Murray. I pick you.”

Your stomach dropped further. Murray? Murray?

You were frozen. There was a slight scuffle amongst the people surrounding the blonde. You think you heard someone tell her, “it’ll be fine.” Then she was pushed into the center just as you were. 

Leighton Murray. Rich. Brilliant. Popular. Stunning. Recently out as a lesbian among the student body. Recently out of not one, but two committed relationships. Likely only here because her roommates made her. 

You knew these things about her partially by way of the Essex grapevine, and partially also because you had been nursing a painful crush on her since Freshman fall. 

She didn’t make eye contact with you, so you resorted to looking at the floor and praying for a sudden meteor strike in Vermont. 

The frat bro began, “Alright, you know the deal. Seven minutes in the closet, no less. What you do in there is your business. The timer will go off at seven minutes but no one will make you come out until one of you knocks. And the necessary disclaimer, we can hear everything and that’s what makes it fun for us. Now, you both have the option to agree or to chug the cup.” He gestured in reference to a full red solo cup sat upon a table in front of you. It was filled with mystery liquid, a combination of the participants' drinks. You can’t imagine that anyone in their right mind would choose to chug. 

The brother turned to you, “okay, closet or chug? What’ll it be?”

You took a deep breath, “closet.”

“Hell yeah!” He grabbed your wrist and held your arm up in the air like a champion wrestler and the crowd joined in on cheering. Then, he faced Leighton, “and you? Closet or chug?”

Leighton rolled her eyes, “closet.” 

The cheers became nearly deafening as the man lifted Leighton’s hand into the air as well and then you were both quickly ushered into the closet, the door locked behind you. 

It was a ridiculously stupid game. You shouldn’t have even been entertaining it by standing in the crowd. You shouldn’t have even come to this party. The only people who enjoyed this were the ones tipsy enough to find it funny, or horny enough to use it as an opportunity. If the crowd outside didn’t hear anything worthwhile happening, they’d shout through the door to stress you out and be disappointed if you left the closet without having done anything. If they did hear a show, though… they’d cheer for you upon your exit and everyone would be talking about it for weeks. 

You stepped toward the back wall of the closet and slumped against it, sighing, but not wanting to be the first to speak. 

Leighton kept a respectful distance from you and just glanced around the dingy closet with a look of disgust on her face. She wasn’t looking at you with disgust. Well, she wasn’t looking at you at all. But then you realized that you were looking at her and you quickly averted your gaze. 

Time seemed to move at a snail's pace. Neither Leighton or you wanted to say or do anything, apparently. You quickly resigned yourself to the fact that you would spend the next seven minutes locked in a closet with a woman who you were deeply attracted to without a word shared between you.

To your shock, she broke the silence, “you’re in my calc class, right?”

You looked up at her and almost choked when you tried to respond. You cleared your throat and tried to play it off, “Yeah, I am.”

She nodded, “thought so. I’ve noticed you before.” You hoped that she couldn’t hear your heart pounding.

“I… I’ve noticed you, too.” 

She smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder playfully, “hard not to. I’m amazing.”

That. That is what gets you everytime. She was amazing and she knew it and that was so fucking hot to you. You had to bite your lip to silence yourself. 

She continued, “for the record, I think this whole situation is bullshit.”

“Uh, me too.” You agreed.

The blonde lazily examined her manicured nails as she spoke, “with that being said, I would rather make the most of it than not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… we could ya know, see what happens…”

Your jaw dropped, “wait… are you saying that we should… what? Make out?”

“Well, do you want to?”

Your head was spinning. Of course you wanted to. But now she was standing right there and you couldn’t make yourself speak.

She shook her head, “nevermind… forget it.” She moved to take a step away from you and all you could think to do was to reach out for her. You gently grabbed her wrist and stopped her. 

“Wait,” you began, “I didn’t say ‘no’...”

She turned and looked at you, actually meeting your eyes for the first time. She was anxious, too. You could see it now. You dropped her wrist.

“Leighton…” her name tasted so sweet on your tongue, “I… I won’t kiss you… unless I know that you really want it…”

You watched as her eyes flitted down to your lips then back, “I want it… I want you… does that answer your question?”

This had to be a dream. You were certain of it. But then, it was only just a dream and nothing bad could happen from kissing Leighton Murray in your dreams. 

“It does…” you respond. 

Leighton stepped a little closer to you. Your shoulder blades pressed against the wall behind you. She leaned in, her lips suddenly only a couple inches from yours. She locked her gorgeous blue eyes on yours, waiting. She wanted you to go for it. 

You whisper shakily, “you’re sure?”

The corner of her mouth raised into a cheeky smile and she nodded emphatically. 

Between your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation, people outside of the closet cheering lewdly, and the tickle of her warm breath on your chin, you couldn’t think anymore. 

You snake a hand to the back of her neck and twine your fingers into her soft, blonde hair as you make the move to pull her in the rest of the way and close the distance. You hear her breath hitch as your lips connect, and the two of you quickly find a comfortable position for your bodies to be in. You bring your other hand to the small of her back, holding her over her blouse. She leans her weight onto you as she drapes her arms around your shoulders and buries her fingers into your hair. 

You exchange a few tender kisses as you shift to cradle the side of her face in your hand and kiss her softly. Feather light brushes of your sensitive skin against one another as you pull her just a little closer by her waist. But the softness isn’t enough and soon, all you can feel is heat and you begin to deepen the kiss. Your lips part and you lightly graze your tongue against her bottom lip. She shudders and allows you entry, meeting your tongue with hers in a short-lived fight for power that she quickly cedes. 

You let out a moan from your throat that she only echoes. She presses herself against you more forcefully and kisses you harder and you match her at every step. Everything felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t help it, you had to pull back for a second to catch your breath. Your chest heaved and you opened your eyes to find hers. 

“Fuck…” she whispered. 

You caress your thumb over her cheek and stare incredulously at her, “do you… want to keep going?”

She chuckled lightly, a genuine smile forming on her face, “I do… Do you?”

You nod, “yes… God, you’re so hot.”

She smirked and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, coming at you with passion that made you melt. She let her hands roam your body now and you could feel her happily learning the feel of your skin and muscles beneath your clothes. 

You want her without any shame now. Nothing mattered other than the gorgeous blonde and her pleasure. You grab ahold of her hips and back her up toward a low shelf in the closet. A simple swipe of your arm knocks everything off the shelf and then you lift her onto it and step in between her legs. 

She gasps in surprise but responds quickly by wrapping her legs around your hips and you keep kissing her desperately. Leighton moans and pulls you even closer to her by grabbing your ass. Her hips start to rock, seeking any amount of friction she can get by grinding against you. 

You groan and match the movement of her hips. You come away from her lips and start kissing along her jawline and down the side of her neck. Your thumb tilts her head by moving her chin and you apply pressure with your tongue to the sensitive spots that make her squirm, then nip at the tender skin with your teeth. 

She holds you by the hair at the nape of your neck and sighs as she tilts her head back and away, giving you even more access to her. Her back arches and your arm moves to support her back and you slide your hand under her shirt and touch her skin. You faintly hear the seven minute timer outside of the closet go off but you’ve no intention of stopping now. 

You glance at her blissed out face and breathe, “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” as you kiss around her throat and give your attention to the other side of her neck, pulling her hair lightly to move her head in tandem with you.

Her continued sounds in reaction to you are heavenly. Her little gasps and whimpers drown out the sound outside of the little closet and she becomes your whole world. She squeezes your back and digs her nails into you, desperate for more of you. She tries to say so with words, “I need… I… need…”

“I can keep going…” your press another kiss onto her neck and then her collarbone. 

“Please…” she gasps. 

You bring your lips closer to her ear and whisper your desire, “I want to go down on you, Leighton…”

You feel her body react to your words as a wave of arousal washes over her. 

“Oh… god,” Leighton moans, “holy shit…”

“Do you want that?” You kiss along the edges of her ear, touching your lips to the hidden spots along her hairline. 

“Yes… yes… please…”

“Yes? You’re sure?”

“Yes!” she bucks her hips against you out of desperation and whimpers, “please…”

You smile and return to her lips, kissing her hungrily as you slide your hands around to her waist and push her shirt up, exploring her skin. Your touch sends shivers through her body and raises goosebumps. She kisses you back with fervor but then lets out a quiet whine when you pull away to begin traveling elsewhere. Her disappointment is quickly eased as you start kissing down the front of her body and lower yourself to your knees between her legs. 

You lift up her shirt as you descend and start pressing kisses directly onto the skin of her abdomen. She giggles lightly from the faint tickle of your movements and you smirk as you teasingly continue for a second longer. 

She looks down at you with flushed cheeks. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and you take a moment to really admire her in this state. She licks her pink, swollen lips and runs a hand through her hair to push it back out of her face. Her legs shake just ever so slightly. She’s incredible. 

You breathe her name again, savoring it, “Leighton…”

You reach out and tuck some of her hair behind her ear and then trail those fingers down the center of her body till they reach the button of her jeans. 

You look up at her wordlessly and she nods her head. You undo the button and the zipper and start to ease her jeans down her legs as she lifts her butt off the shelf for a second to help you. Your eyes follow the denim as it slides down her thighs but then you see the lacey, pink panties she’s wearing and your heart skips a beat. You moan at the sight and she smiles. She grabs a hold of your hair again and makes you look back at her face, “like what you see?”

You bite your lower lip and nod, wide eyes staring at her. 

“Finish taking them off…” 

You grab the waistband of her underwear and pull them down, too, until her legs are free of the clothing and you drop the fabric onto the ground beside you. 

You adjust your position so that you’re perched on your knees right between her legs and you start to plant gentle kisses on her inner thighs. 

She keeps her fingers in your hair but leans her head back as you kiss her and sighs happily. 

You grab ahold of her thighs and pull her a little bit more forward, til she’s perched on the edge of the shelf, and then you finally press your face in between her legs and give her your mouth. 

She moans and immediately starts to rock against you, matching your movements. You open your eyes and look up at her with a sly grin on your face as you drag your tongue through her slick and then start to focus on her clit. 

“Oh…” she breathes, “fuck… that’s so good…” she meets your eyes and lets out a desperate groan.

You keep going and can tell how pent up the blonde is. She holds onto your hair with one hand and white knuckles the edge of the shelf with the other, her ankles crossed behind your back. 

This act of having needy, fiery, semi-public sex is so vulgar and so hot. You can’t fathom how this is even real. How are you going down on Leighton Murray in a frat house closet right now?

You felt like you could get off without her even touching you. Her taste, her breathy moans, her grinding motions against your mouth were more than enough. 

She throws her head back, “fuck fuck… I need more… fingers….please…”

You nod your head slightly and shift your hand at her request, slowly sliding your middle finger inside while licking her clit rhythmically. 

She takes your finger with a moan and then you effortlessly slide your ring finger in, too. You curl them and press the pads of your fingers against that ultra-sensitive spot and she starts to clench around you. 

You time the movements of your fingers and tongue expertly and you can feel her climb to her peak quickly, “fuuck… ohmygod I’m so fucking close don’t stop don’t sop!”

She holds onto your head for dear life and you maintain your pace and then she finally releases, coming onto your fingers hard. Her entire body tenses, muscles shaking from holding herself in a precarious position. She moans loudly, head falling back against the wall behind her. You don’t quite reach an orgasm of your own but you feel pure bliss at giving her that strong of a reaction. 

Her eyes shut and her face softens to a weak smile as you clean her up with your tongue and suck your fingers clean while you stand back up. 

You step in between her legs again and reach out to embrace her. She accepts the contact, wrapping her arms around your chest and leaning her head on your shoulder. The affection you feel for her is easy to come by and you can’t help but send up a silent prayer that this won’t be a one time thing. 

Your hand holds the back of her head as she leans on you and you caress your thumb over her soft hair. She lets out a happy hum and squeezes you a little.

“Wow…” she breathes.

“Mhmm…” you agree, “you’re incredible.”

“Me?’ She laughs, “I didn’t do anything!”

“You don’t have to.” You don’t hesitate to press a tender kiss to the top of her head and rub soft circles onto her back. 

“You’re sweet…” she smiles, looking up to meet your eyes, “and freakishly good at that…”

You laugh and shake your head, feeling your cheeks flush.

“You must have a lot of practice.”

“Then you’ll be shocked to find out that I really don’t…”

She raises an eyebrow in doubt, “no way. I don’t believe you.”

You shrug your shoulders, “believe it or not, it’s the truth.”

She shakes her head, incredulous, and tucks her head back against your shoulder. You hear her take a deep breath in through her nose and nuzzle into you a bit. It makes you smile and feel butterflies in your stomach. You wordlessly return the gesture by taking a deep breath against her hair, closing your eyes and letting her undoubtedly expensive conditioner flood your senses. She smells like good espresso and silk. 

“We uh… should probably get out of here, huh?” you ask. 

She groans, “god… don’t remind me that I have to face everyone out there.”

“At least, it will be a disgustingly positive reaction…” you grimace at the thought, “if it helps, I will definitely stick with you for as long as you want me to.”

She nods, “I’d like that, thanks.”

You bend down slightly and grab her discarded clothes and pass them to her. Leighton smiles gratefully and shakily gets down from the weirdly convenient shelf and holds onto your bicep for balance as she gets back into her underwear and jeans. 

When standing normally, she’s back to being a few inches taller than you. She looks down to meet your eyes as she buttons her pants and tucks her shirt back in. You’re gently holding her waist and getting totally lost in her brilliant blue eyes. 

She flips her hair over her shoulder and rests her hands on your shoulders as she leans in and kisses you sweetly. Your lips connect and the tenderness of it surprises you in a good way. You cradle her jaw in your hand again and rub your thumb along her cheek, kissing her a few more times. 

She pulls away and smiles, “you’ve made my night.”

“I’m glad,” you reply, “you made mine, too.”

You take another few moments to gather yourselves and then you brace yourself for the reaction from the crowd as you knock on the closet door to be let out.

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Play Pretend (Reneé Rapp x Reader)

𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 "𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦"

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"It's all for publicity Reneé" Her manager explained, she tilted her head at her management. She's still skeptical about the idea, her manager didn't say who.

"I don't know... who is it with?" She finally asked, her team looked at each other before Adam said your name.

"Y/n L/n" she swallowed thickly, not believing her ears.

"Now why didn't you start with that?" She mumbled incredulously. Adam rolled his eyes at that, knowing that the deal's already settled.

A few weeks into your new relationship, the teams discussed how you would blow this relationship up. Truth be told, you're just doing this for fun, you were asked for help by a dear friend.

And it also didn't hurt when you have such a pretty thing.

Given your reputation, you don't need any further proof that you're successful. Your name speaks for itself.

Some would say you're doing charity work. But looking at Reneé's endless potential, you think otherwise. You wonder what else could you help her with.

You argued about that with Adam. But he explained that the management "wants to speed it up" which you called bullshit, seeing right through them.

But you both won't lose anything if you do this.

So, here you are. In a well-known bar, hands wrap protectively around her waist. Despite your argument that she doesn't need you to boost her name. Your teams suggested that you go out on a date to stir the conversation.

But you found it to be cliche, knowing this situation quite well. You told them to trust you with this and took Reneé to a bar, of course, you asked if she was all right with this and she agreed instantly.

"You alright, darling?" Your words are smooth, and you are quite known as someone suave. And that's exactly why Reneé admires you. Your thumb caresses her clothed skin, and you pull her closer to you. You gave her a soft smile when she let out a small gasp.

"So pretty in my arms" You caress her cheek with your other hand. She let out a ragged breath, her breath warm and her hand on your chest trembled lightly as she squeezed her thighs together.

"Yeah! Let's grab a drink!" She brushed off the situation, enthusiastically pulling you to get a drink. You spend the night having fun. Your bodies dance with each other as you try to converse through the loud sound of music and people.

"Are you having fun?" She questioned, hands around your neck while yours on her waist. Your body glistens with a few sweats.

"I am actually." You grinned while you swayed your bodies. "So how is this supposed to boost us?" You smiled at her, before whispering in her ear.

"Trust me." You winked before letting the music take over your bodies, once you both had enough. You took her outside. Making sure that she's well taken care of.

Outside the bar, you found some bench to sit on. You notice how her hair bothers her, so you put her hair into a ponytail, kissing her forehead after doing so. She mumbled a small thank you while looking up with those eyes of her.

"You're adorable" You gave her nose a peck before removing the jacket you wore, and you put it on her. Making sure to check on her every few minutes.

Reneé knows her limits, but for some reason, she wants to be taken care of, especially if it's from you.

She wants to be babied.

"Can we go home?" She asked softly, you couldn't help but giggle at her cuteness. You nodded "All alright darling, I'll call my driver" With that you call your driver, her head on your shoulder while you stroke her cheeks softly as you talk to June.

You kissed her head, you put down your phone. Smiling when you notice something in your surroundings. You continued stroking her cheeks while she slurred out her drunken thoughts.

You nodded and agreed with her throughout her speech, smiling fondly at her. It's not hard to like this woman.

After a few minutes, June pulled up. You carefully guide her inside the car. Taking her to your house, you help her sober up for a moment in your guest room. You gave her your hoodie and comfy pajamas. You prepared some ibuprofen and water in case she woke up with a hangover.

"Holy shit!" You heard her voice, your face forming a proud smile as your plan worked. You sip your coffee while you wait for her.

"Good morning, darling" you greeted with a rasped voice, she looked up from her phone to look at you with wide eyes. "You've seen this?" She walked closer to you to give you her phone.

"I made breakfast" You motion your head to the food you set up for her before looking at her phone.

"Cute pics," you said calmly, Reneé looked up from her eating her food. You sounded like you're just looking at some cute dog pics.

"What?" She asked confused, you gave her phone back.

"Send the pics to me, we look cute," you said before continuing with your coffee. She quickly dm the pics to you.

You saved the pics that the paparazzi took last night at the bar, you saw them taking pictures before you went home. They are so predictable, hanging where they know celebrities hang out.

So you weren't surprised when the pictures would end up online. You forwarded the image to your team, sending them an "I told you so" message.

"How'd you know?" Strangely, Reneé doesn't call you with pet names. She felt that it was too intimate for her. Knowing that she would mean it if she called you any pet names.

"Doesn't matter, but it's probably all over socials." Knowing her fans and yours, it was all over the media.

"What do we do next?" she had a few ideas in mind, and you smiled at her. "Nothing, we watch how they take it" Renee nodded, knowing that you were right and her pounding head didn't give her a chance to answer.

"Did you take the ibuprofen?" you sigh when she shook her head. "I was shocked and ran to find you" You set down your cup before walking away to get her something to cure her hangover.

"What do you wanna do today?" Once you handed her the medicine she asked.

"Get to know each other" you answered surely, knowing that to successfully fool the public. You have to at least know each other.

You both spent the day with each other, it was nice. You got to know each other, surprised at how comfortable and easy it is to speak with her. You notice how you enjoy her presence and her personality.

Renee's drawn on you, listening to every word you say. She likes you and it's not hard to like her. Throughout the day you painted each other's nails.

You took a quick picture of her painting your nails, knowing what you should do next. She noticed you taking pictures and posed for a few photos before concentrating again.

Renee found these moments memorable. She knew she would think about this for a while. Once the day ended, you two parted ways.

You scroll down on your phone, you smile as you see countless of images and a few video clips of you and Renee at the bar. You scroll through TikTok to see your For You page full of edits of yours and Renee's. You applaud their creativity.

You saw a few vids of influencers talking about your so-called "hard launch" Time flies as you watched, liked, and reposted some few TikTok about relationships. Not reposting videos of you both. But liking a few cute videos since for sure the creators would inform their viewers that you liked the vid, that would lead to them further believing your relationship.

You sent a few cute edits to Renee, laughing at her comments. You both discuss a few things that you could do together to feed into the already blowing-up conversation.

Reneé's never reliant on one person, she likes to do things herself. But she's always saying yes to you. Going along with your plan, she loves how you take initiative.

"You do it your way baby. I'll follow" she says, now more comfortable with throwing pet names. You always make sure that what you're doing is for both of your benefits.

Deciding to keep appearance, you take her into one of your many interviews. And Reneé just follows because she knew you would take care of her needs.

"What are you doing?" Her voice is soft and small, she follows your movements with her eyes. "Just making sure you'd be comfortable" You held her hand and lead her to the set. You greeted everyone and introduced yourself.

"Hi, I'm Y/n L/n and I'm gonna be reading some of your most unhinged thirst tweets." Once you're in front of the camera, you're in your element. You're one of the most requested people to read some thirst tweets. You winked at the camera, while silently preparing yourself.

Because knowing how Twitter can be, you let out a giggle as you read the first tweet.

"I want y/n to manhandle me, choke me, spank me. Thank you" you giggle in between your sentences. You look at the camera and the people behind it, laughing as you hide your face with your hands.

"Ma'am? I guess we're starting with a bang. I hear you darling" You grab a new paper, muttering an "Oh God" as you read the sentence.

"It's from @calmed_t1ts I want y/n to breastfeed me like the mother she is" I looked at the camera while biting my lip. The staff laughed at the tweet and I could hear Reneé let out a small scream when I read the tweet.

"You know, my mother never breastfed me-" I proceeded to tell a whole different story at the same time acknowledging the tweet.

"I want this framed in my room by the way." You shook your head with a wide smile, before grabbing the next paper.

"Oooh, come here darling" you motion for Renee to come as the tweet addresses you both, you look at the staff for approval and they nod.

You guided her to sit on your lap casually, and you gave her the paper for her to read.

"Looove the username, deal" Renee nodded, not even flinching at the tweet. She looked at you for approval. You shrugged your shoulders at her.

"Give me details, darling" You looked at the camera, and before you could say something. Renee remembered something.

"Oohh remember when you-"

"Okay, thank you so much dearest!" You gave her a quick tight hug to silence her, before you playfully motioned her out of your lap. She giggled while she stood up.

The rest of the segment where with Reneé, it's unplanned but it was so fun and memorable. It shows how easy things are with Reneé.

You couldn't wait to see where this thing leads you...

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𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮? 𝘫𝘬

(𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘱 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦😭)

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥

#renee rapp #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #renee rapp x reader #mean girls #lesbians #gay

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Noooo that's so vague.

But genuinely I don't think she did I feel like she does actually really just like Regina and she only didn't deny it to try make her jealous but I fear I may be wrong and if I am I'll be really sad

I lovee teasing you baby, but it's an open ending tho, so it can be however you want it to be😘

curious question: do y'all want me to make this a story? (I doubt myself)

#renee rapp #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #renee rapp x reader #lesbians

[official-cvntified-gay]

Needed this

What should Happen next in your Story? #Writersblock

1. Review Your Story Goals: Take a step back and remind yourself of your story's overall goals, themes, and the character arcs you've established. What message or emotions are you trying to convey? Reconnecting with your story's core can provide direction.

2. Character Development: Consider your characters' motivations, desires, and conflicts. Think about how their actions and decisions can further their development and the overall plot.

3. Conflict and Obstacles: Introduce new conflicts or obstacles that challenge your characters and move the story forward. Conflict is often a driving force in storytelling.

4. Foreshadowing: Look at earlier parts of your story for elements that can be developed or paid off in the next part. Foreshadowing can create anticipation and coherence in your narrative.

5. Brainstorm Ideas: Take a few minutes to brainstorm potential plot developments or scenarios, even if they seem far-fetched. Sometimes, these ideas can lead to more refined plot points.

6. Seek Inspiration: Read books, watch movies, or explore other art forms that inspire you. Inspiration often comes from exposure to different creative works.

7. Write Freely: Give yourself permission to write without judgment. You can always revise later. Sometimes, just getting words on the page can help you discover where your story is going.

8. Talk to Someone: Discuss your story with a friend, writing partner, or critique group. They may offer insights or ideas you haven't considered.

9. Change Perspective: Consider writing a scene from a different character's perspective or in a different setting. This can help you explore new angles and generate ideas.

10. Take a Break: Sometimes, a brief break from writing can provide clarity and fresh ideas. Go for a walk, engage in a different creative activity, or relax to clear your mind.

11. Read Writing Prompts: Look for writing prompts or exercises related to your genre or theme. These can spark new ideas and get your creative juices flowing.

12. Set a Deadline: Establish a reasonable deadline for yourself, even if it's self-imposed. The pressure of a deadline can help you focus and generate ideas.

13. Revisit Your Outline: If you have an outline, revisit it to see if you missed any planned plot points or if there are opportunities to add more depth.

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Ok but seriously did R fuck the other girl? I really hope not and that she just denied answering to make Regina jealousy

What do y'all think? *smiles cutely

#renee rapp #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader

[official-cvntified-gay]

Dirty Liar (Regina George x Reader)

(𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚)

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝<3

Warning: smut

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Regina's footsteps can be heard throughout the hallway as she struts to her destination. Her steps may be confident but her thoughts betray her. She's terrified, afraid because she didn't know what to expect.

Or maybe she did know.

She looks at your composed demeanor while scribbling something in your notebook. Once you heard her footsteps, you turned your head to look in her direction.

Isn't this what I want? Regina's thoughts became loud, she wanted you to look in her direction. But not in this given situation where she's fucked. Her face disguises the nervousness that she's feeling inside.

"Come inside and lock the door, Ms. George" Your voice fills her anxiety. She nodded politely and you almost laughed. Just earlier she was being disrespectful and suddenly she's this polite?

With the click of the lock, followed by the sound of your heels. Regina's back was on you, but she knew that you were approaching her. She can feel your presence and it made her knees tremble.

She breathed heavily when she felt your breath on the back of her neck. You move closer until her face is on the door, your hands on her waist as you savor the effect you have on her. At the same time holding her just in case she fell. You feel her body weaken with just your touch.

She turns her head to the side, your faces inches from each other. So close that every breath you release, she consumes it. You stare into her eyes for a moment, she did stare at yours but she was quickly distracted by your lips.

It's so hypnotic that she feels a pull towards it, she moves closer and closer until your lips are centimeters apart.

But you quickly move away, letting out a small smile when you hear her little whimper.

"Do you have any idea why I called you here?" You casually said like you didn't have her pinned against the wall a few seconds ago. Hands-on your pockets while you gave her a look.

"I don't." She breathlessly let out, still not out of it. You enjoyed how she looked almost euphoric. But her response is not something that brought amusement to you.

"Liar" She swallowed thickly. Regina knew, of course, this was her plan. But she never expected the reaction that she received.

"I'm gonna ask one more time. We'll see what happens if you lie again." You guide her to sit on your office chair, trapping her with your arms on her side, she looks up at you with her doe eyes.

"Do you know why you're here? Hmm?" You're asking but your voice is filled with authority. Regina contemplates, she wanna obey so badly.

She knew it would feel good to submit to you.

"Is this what you did to Alissa when you asked her to stay?" Her voice trembles with vulnerability, you place a delicate hand on her cheek. Stroking her cheek with your thumb.

"That's not my question" Slowly your hand trails down her jaw to her throat. You moved her head up so she was directly staring up at you.

You expertly squeeze her throat. She let out a strained little gasp, your squeeze was gentle but you knew where to put it so you could restrain her breath a bit without hurting her.

I move my face closer to her until my lips are beside her ear. I made sure to breathe heavily just so she could feel my breath on her. And that worked cause I felt her shiver under my grip.

"Are you jealous, Ms. George?" I asked, not giving a piece of my mind. Not assuring her, just teasing her. I move my face down to her neck.

"Answer me" I demand softly, my lips touching her jaw as I speak. I press a feather-light kiss on her cheek before removing my hand from her throat so she can answer me. I tilted my head, waiting for her response.

"I'm not." She tried to sound unfazed. I let out a soft laugh.

"Liar," I said, amused that she could hold this long. But I won't tolerate her behavior.

"And what if I told you, yes? This is what I did to her. What would you do?" Regina felt her world collapse, she let out a whimper. Her chest tightened at your words. You technically didn't say that you did, but you also didn't say that you didn't.

"Fuck you" she let out in the softest voice, you caress her cheek. "You're cute" you chuckled at her reaction.

"Fuck you Y/n" Your smile dropped, your movement so fast that she had no choice but to take it. Your hand's on her throat again.

"Listen, since you had no idea why you're here." You sarcastically mocked her.

"Naughty girls like you get called to the office. I don't like how you're behaving in class, Ms. George. And I know that this isn't how you usually behave so I wonder what's got you like this." Regina took your words, and it went straight to her core. Her hands that are gripping on yours weaken at your words.

"So tell me, what's got my star student like this?" You smirked, knowing exactly why she was acting like this. You just want to hear her say it. The entire time, Regina's staring at your lips.

She looks at you with begging eyes. She can't take teasing. You quickly press a light kiss on her lips. Knowing that's what she's asking for.

"Now answer me honestly. Because I don't like this attitude of yours" You gave her a chance, you really did. But Regina remained strong. She remained silent. That changed your whole demeanor.

"On the desk" your voice left no argument for complaining. Regina immediately sat on the desk, knowing what was about to happen next.

You look at Regina with fury in your eyes, it disappears for a moment. You make sure that she wants this, when she gives you a nod and quiet 'yes' your lips immediately find her neck.

"fuck" you heard her sigh, she move her head to the side to give you access. Your hands parted her legs, you stood between them. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer to you.

"You're so fucking stubborn Regina" You gave her neck a small bite. Regina let out a moan both from you calling her name and the bite. Your hands wandered all over her body. She grips your hair as you kiss her neck, shoulders, and jaw.

Your hands squeezed her breath, breaths heavy on her neck. Her hands unbutton your shirt, you let her for now. You quickly remove her top. Moaning at the sight of her black lacy bra.

"You planned this didn't you?" You trace her boobs, giving it a little squeeze that made her moan.

"So responsive." Pulling the strap down to expose her hard nipples, you bit your lips. Admiring the sight of her breast.

Fuck she's beautiful

You can't help but pinch her perky nipples. Loving how she gasps, she's so sensitive and you love it. You swallow thickly, slowly losing control.

You slap her breast, she lets out a loud breathy moan. Love the pain, and you love the way it moved. You slapped the other one.

Regina whimpered, you did it multiple times until her breast was red. The same goes with her eyes, a few tears spilling out from it. You kissed her forehead. Your chest makes contact with her breast.

"please" her voice so small and soft, you almost feel sorry for her. Your hand came in contact with her skirt. And to distract her, you devoured her sensitive nipples.

It was worth it.

Her moans and responses...

You left open-mouth kisses all over her breasts, sucking around the skin. Licking her nipples. You look up at her. And the sight is something you could never get tired of.

Your distraction worked, she hadn't noticed that her skirt was gone and your fingers' massaging her clothed pussy. She let out a high-pitched moan from shock.

You smirked her nipple in between your teeth.

Feeling how wet she is already, you rub small slow circles. Her back already arching making her breasts press into you. You press your hand harder on her cunt.

You continue doing the same movements with your fingers. Noticing her getting impatient, you knew what you were doing.

You were in the middle of kissing her neck when you heard her beg

"Please!" You pull your head from her neck to look at her glassy eyes. "What's that baby?" You teased, your fingers moving slower than before.

Regina couldn't take it, she felt hot. Her body's on fire and your fingers only can distract her. She's panting and moaning, not knowing what to do. She just needs you.

"Please, please?" Her lips quivered, and you pout your kips at her. Cooing mockingly.

"My poor baby" You squeeze her breast, and her body pulses in response.

"I'm sure you can beg better than that." You whispered, her eyes begged. But that's not what you want. You smile as you feel her twitch on your fingers.

"Beg" you teased. Regina let out a whine. You remove your hand.

You cup her cheeks with your hands, moving till your face just inches from her. You look straight into her, in your miniskirt and unbuttoned blouse.

"Regina" you called, and she immediately knew she had to respond. The only thing on her mind was your fingers.

"Please, please. I-I need you! need your fingers inside. Please y/n!" She moaned, whined, and most importantly she begged. Desperately, and you couldn't deny her any longer.

You press your lips on her, she lets a little squeal out, and you insert your tongue in her mouth. Your hands remove her panties while she's trying to fight for dominance.

She let out a delicious loud moan in your mouth when you insert two fingers into her soaking cunt. You continue to kiss her, giving her a moment to adjust.

When she's adjusted, you angle your hand before thrusting your fingers. The first contact is immediately to her sweet spot. You smirk as you kiss the moaning Regina.

"That's it, baby, take my fingers. God, you're beautiful." You guide her head as you help lay her down on your desk. Your mouth lowered down to her breasts, you spread her legs wider to gain better access.

Her moans got louder the same way the sound of her wet cunt being fucked echoed around your office. You kiss down her stomach until you smell her juice. You gave her clit a kiss, her moan got a little higher when she feels your kiss.

"Oh God!" Her voice trembles when you went on to lick her clit, her hands frantically try to find something to hold into. She settled on your hair.

She doesn't know whether to grip or push your face on her cunt.

"Fuck! Please" she doesn't know what she's begging for. Regina's moan got louder and higher almost with each lick and thrust.

Her feet pressed in your back, her back arched. She looked down at you, moaning when she saw you were already staring up at her. She caresses your cheeks for a moment.

Her hand trembled when you hit her spot, enjoying how much pleasure you're giving her even though she's been bad.

Maybe she'll be fuck into obedience.

Your fingers move faster when you feel her get tighter around your fingers, you feel your muscles straining because of how tight she got but you don't care.

"I'm so fucking close! Ah- fuck!" She breathlessly moaned you feel her legs that's on your shoulders trembling. Her last straw is when you hum while sucking her clit.

She let out a loud moan that almost made you come, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. You remove your face from her clit when you feel her juices everywhere, she moaned your name while she squirted.

You watched as she rode her high, her legs spasming, her chest heaving up and down as she gasped for air. You moaned at the beautiful sight of your girl.

"That's it, you're a good girl." Your hand pulling slowly. She let out a few whimpers.

"I know you're sensitive. I've got you baby" you caress her head, fixing her disheveled hair. You smile when you see your soaked fingers.

You put your fingers in your mouth, moaning at her taste like you didn't just eat her out.

"So fucking delicious" you clean your fingers before tending to her. You make sure to be extremely careful and gentle. You gave her kisses and cuddles while you cleaned her up.

Once she's cleaned up, you put your hands on her hips.

"I hope you learned your lesson." You smiled sweetly at her, she leaned to kiss you before nodding. She looked adorable.

"Off you go, baby." You walk her to the door, biting your lips as you see how she tries to hide her limps. You close the door to your office with a smile.

Regina stopped for a moment before realizing something.

Did you actually fucked Alissa?

Who heard what happened in your office?

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(𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴)

Oh my fucking God. Bye- I know that this is lacking, I just can't bring myself to reread this and edit😭😭

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For some reason I can't finish the next part of Attention. I don't wanna jump back into another writer's block HELP😭

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I'm cryingggg

Forever Will Last

Description: reader and reneè hit a bit of a rough patch after the vanity fair oscar party.

WARNINGS: 2,677 words of angst and happiness and fluff. reader plays for the us women's soccer team and angel city. guest appearances by christen press, tobin heath, and ali krieger.

y/n's heart broke as she saw the video. 

"towa bird and reneè rapp make their red carpet debut as a couple" 

as she sat on their couch, medal in hand, she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. she had just gotten back from winning the gold cup and opted out of celebrations with her team in hopes of celebrating with her girlfriend.

she was going to propose to reneè that night. and now here she was, almost shattering her phone with how strong her grip was on it. she never really understood why adam never liked her, but she never thought it would go this low. 

he had proposed towa and reneè be in a pr relationship so that way the world didn't find out about her and y/n. plus, it would help launch both towa and reneè's careers. y/n didn't really have a choice, having to agree to the stunt. a little piece of her died every time she had to see towa and reneè close. 

she had composed herself enough to get up and pack some things. the season was starting soon and she still had training to go to. she grabbed all of her essentials for that and some extra clothes, finding the ring while packing. tears stung in her eyes as she put the little box on the bed. 

she found a piece of paper, deciding to leave reneè a note instead of a text. she took a deep breath, leaving the note on the bed and leaving. as she got in her car, she looked back at the house that once felt comforting to her. now, it just felt empty and hollow. 

she got in her car, having a destination in mind, and left without looking back. 

reneè and towa stumbled in the house hours later, towa laughing at the blonde who tripped over her dress. reneè had drank a lot but had sobered enough before she arrived home. "reneè, get yourself together. you don't wanna wake your girl up." reneè nodded and her and towa hugged before the girl left. 

reneè tiptoed to the bedroom, ready to take this dress and makeup off before melting in her girlfriend's arms. she missed y/n so much at the party. all she wanted was y/n to be with her, showing off her hot, soccer playing girlfriend. she and adam had gotten into a fight before she had left for the party, the man taking her away from watching her girlfriend play in the gold cup.

he had even gone the extra mile and held reneè's phone for her so people would actually believe that she wanted to be there. her and towa had enjoyed themselves, but even her friend could tell that the blonde didn't wanna be there. 

as she opened the bedroom door, she found the room empty. her heart dropped as she spotted the letter and the ring box on their bed. y/n was nowhere to be seen. she looked in their bathroom. 

nothing.

their guest room. 

nothing.

the blonde was on the verge of tears. her girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. she spotted the note once again and with shaky hands, opened it, tears finally spilling down her face. 

reneè,

i never thought i would do this.

before i say anything, i want you to know that i love you with every fiber of my being. 

but i can't do this anymore. i can't sit back and watch someone else get to show you off as theirs. i don't think i was ever okay with the idea but if it helped you skyrocket into stardom, i just went with it because i wanted to see you succeed. the world deserves to see you shine. which is why it's so hard to have to let you go.

i feel like an anchor. like i'm holding you back. you deserve to shine, stargirl. just not with me.

i wanted to be with you forever, but i guess forever wasn't meant for us. 

you deserve better reneè, and i really hope you find it.

i'll always love you.

shine on stargirl.

y/n

reneè was sobbing, leaving tear marks over the already dried ones on the note. she had no idea y/n felt like this. she couldn't imagine how the girl felt seeing her and towa do things that she wanted to do with reneè. 

reneè opened the ring box and sobbed harder at the beautiful diamond ring inside. she turned her phone on to call and notifications began pouring in, breaking reneè's heart even more.

her little brother had texted her a play by play of the gold cup final, expressing his excitement to see y/n again after her game winning goal. her parents had even texted her about the game. she went to twitter and saw the highlights of the game, sniffling as she watched y/n make the game winning shot to eventually win the final. she cried again when she saw a picture of y/n holding the cup and the gold ball awarded to her.

she immediately called alyah, telling her to come over. 

y/n sighed as she trekked up the familiar path to a familiar front door. she knocked three times and waited for the person to answer. the door opened, revealing christen press. she took one look at y/n and pulled her into a hug.

christen had a gift for knowing when her adopted daughters needed a hug. as soon as the older woman's arms wrapped around y/n, the dam broke. she began to sob in the woman's arms. hearing the commotion, a worried tobin heath and ali krieger came around the corner, their hearts breaking at the girl crying in christen's arms. 

tobin went to grab the bag y/n dropped as ali guided the two into the living room.

the women had no idea what had made y/n cry like this, but they were going to get to the bottom of it. quick.

back with reneè, alyah and reece had made it and were both consoling the blonde. she had since changed into one of y/n's national team hoodies and sweats. "reneè, have you tried calling her?" reneè shook her head, not saying much as she fiddled with the diamond ring on her left hand. alyah sighed, looking at reece for help.

the boy sighed and leaned forward. "nae, did y/n tell you how she felt about the stunt?" the blonde nodded. "the day adam brought it up, she expressed her concerns about it. i took them to heart but adam just brushed her off." alyah sighed. reece continued. "have you seen some of the videos fans make of you and towa? because if i didn't know you, i would think you're dating towa."

reneè looked at him confused as he pulled out his phone, opening TikTok.

video after video, reneè began to understand. if she saw videos like this of y/n and one of her teammates, she was sure she would react the same. alyah, while also seeing the videos, had tried calling y/n, but no one was answering. she just hoped y/n had the same support system that reneè had at the moment.

after explaining what she had been feeling and what was the breaking point, y/n waited for the older women to speak. tobin spoke first. "well, i think you two need to sit down and talk about how you feel and if reneè is open to finding a new team. i don't think she should work with someone that wants her to not be herself." the other woman agreed. 

ali took y/n's hands in hers. "y/n, listen to me. you cannot let that girl go. she makes you so incredibly happy and i don't want you to lose that happiness. you and reneè were made for each other. please do not let her go." y/n laid her head on christen's shoulder. "i just don't want to hold her back from her full potential. she deserves the world and i'm not sure i can give her that."

the women's hearts broke at the girl's words. after y/n's last breakup, they had seen how the girl had closed in on herself, her insecurities being blared to the public. when she met reneè, they saw a sliver of the old y/n back. they didn't want her to close back in on herself after she had worked so hard to overcome that.

back with reneè, after much talking with alyah and reece, she knew what she had to do. she grabbed her phone, calling adam. 

"we need to talk."

the nwsl season opener had come to quick for y/n's liking. angel city was playing bay fc for their home opener. y/n had been staying with christen and tobin for the remainder of the offseason. she hadn't talked to reneè since that night, but christen had been keeping up with the blonde for y/n. the girl was shocked when she learned that reneè had fired adam and gotten a new manager. 

christen and tobin had tried to get y/n to talk to reneè but the girl wouldn't budge. she stood by her choice to let reneè be the star she was meant to be. as the team took their places in line, y/n stood next to ali riley as they read off the rosters for the opening game. the woman rubbed y/n's back gently. "you okay joey?" 

y/n chuckled at the nickname. ali had given it to upon their first meeting. "yeah. i'm fine. just nerves." she didn't wanna tell the older woman she wished reneè was here to cheer her on. the defender smiled at her and they took their places on the bench, ready for the game to start.

reneè smiled at the usher who scanned her ticket as she stood off to the side, waiting for her brother, parents, alyah and reece to join her. her new manager, julie, had joined them too. reneè had fired adam on the grounds of being too controlling of her life, and she found julie shortly after. 

after explaining the situation she was in, julie had immediately gotten with towa's manager and released a statement explaining that their relationship was no more than a stunt and that they are very close friends and collaborators. renee's fans had blasted adam on all socials about what happened and were very much in support of reneè. 

the blonde had decided that she wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of her getting what she loved. and she loved y/n and wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. 

so, diamond ring on her hand, and one of y/n's jerseys on, she and her group walked to the vip section of the stadium and waited in anticipation for the game. 

obviously, with cameras in 2024, people began to notice the blonde sitting pitch side with her family. people took pictures and posted them on socials, speculating.

@reneefan2: ARE RENEÈ AND Y/N TOGETHER? BE STILL MY HEART

@y/nisthegoat: GUYS I JUST SAW RENEÈ RAPP AT THE ANGEL CITY GAME AND GIRLY HAD ON A Y/N JERSEY AND A VERY INTERESTING THING ON HER LEFT RING FINGER!! OMG

@reneerappnews: Reneè Rapp spotted at the Angel City home opener, sporting a y/n y/l/n jersey. *photo attached*

@uswntfan13: guys. reneè just took a picture with my friend and when we asked who she was here for, she just smirked and said "my baby." OH MY GOD??

come halftime, the entire stadium and world seemed to know that reneè was at the game, except the person she was here for. y/n had never really been the person to check her phone during halftime but some of her teammates were and when they saw reneè here, they all shared a knowing look, deciding not to tell y/n.

after the halftime pep talk, the teams made their way back onto the field. at about the 65th minute, y/n made her way to the ref to sub in for sydney leroux, who happened to be wearing the captain's band. the crowd started to scream louder as the hype video for y/n began to play on the jumbotron. 

reneè noticed and pulled out her phone to take a picture. as they showed y/n getting ready to sub in on the screen, she snapped the picture, posting it to her instagram story with the caption "captain, my captain ❤️". she locked her phone and began to watch the game, tracking y/n intently.

at around the 85th minute, angel city got awarded a corner kick. with the score being 0-0, the home fans watched in anticipation to see if this was going to end the game or send it into extra time. y/n paced around in the box, waiting for the right moment. 

ali riley put her hand up, signaling the kick, and shot the ball into the box. y/n jumped, and thanks to her jumping ability, headed the ball into the back of the net, scoring. 

the stadium went wild, as the team huddled around y/n, screaming and cheering. they all got back into position and played the last few minutes of the game before the final whistle blew, signaling the end. the stadium erupted as the players shook hands and did their laps around the stadium.

as y/n was signing a young girl's jersey, christen came up behind her and hugged her. "i'll take over here, there's someone who wants to see you." y/n nodded and hugged the little girl and turned to walk back in the direction christen came from. as she walked, she noticed tobin standing next to someone but y/n couldn't see who. 

as she got closer, she recognized that blonde head of hair anywhere.

reneè.

the girl stopped walking and looked at reneè in shock. she wasn't expecting the girl to be here, of all places. the blonde had finished her conversation with tobin and spotted y/n standing a few feet off, frozen in shock. the blonde smiled and walked the remaining distance to y/n stopping a few feet in front of her.

"hi." y/n shook herself out of her shocked state to answer. "hey." 

reneè took this as her opportunity to speak. 

"i'm so so sorry baby. i should've known to shut that shit down before it started. i thought you were okay with it and i was wrong. and when i came home that night and you weren't there, a piece of my heart went with you. and then i saw the note and the ring." at the mention of the ring, y/n's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. she then noticed the diamond sitting on reneè's left hand. 

reneè noticed what y/n was looking at and smiled. "yeah. i found the ring. and reading your note helped me realize what i had to do. i did have some help." she looked back. y/n followed her sight and saw reneè's family, alyah, reece, preath and ali all standing off to the side, bright smiles directed at y/n.

y/n gasped as reneè took the ring off her finger, gently grabbing y/n's hand and placing it in her palm.

"will you ask me?" y/n blushed as she slowly got down on one knee.

"reneè, i never imagined proposing to you while all sweaty and gross from a game but here we are. from the moment we met, i knew you were the one i wanted to spend the rest of my life with. you bring light into my world, filling it with joy and laughter. i cannot imagine a future without you by my side. that being said, reneè mary jane rapp, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

reneè had tears running down her face as she nodded. "yes! a million times yes!" everyone around them cheered as y/n stood, sliding the ring back on reneè's hand. reneè leaned in and kissed y/n so passionately, it was like the rest of the world disappeared around them, letting them have their special moment.

twitter the next day erupted at the post of one picture by the official USWNT instagram page: 

reneè rapp and angel city forward y/n y/l/n are ENGAGED! we wish the couple nothing but the best as they enter this next chapter of their lives! welcome to the family, reneè!

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The chair, cheesecake, and the bruise (Reneé Rapp x Reader)

I watched the video of her falling on her chair. A recurring event where she fell on her birthday. Also, not me writing this on the way to univ to take tests with no sleep, no review and a few cups of coffee. Wish me luck on my exams. Gay Power!🌈💪🏻

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"Happy Birthday Nae-nae!" We greeted after we sang the Birthday song. It's exactly 12:00 and we decided to greet her first thing in hand. I giggled at her adorable wide smile. I gave her the bouquet and I completely melted as I saw her reaction, she quickly wrap her arms around my neck. I move my hand so the cheese cake wouldn't fall.

"Make a wish baby" I whisper in her ear as I gave her cheeks a kiss. She nodded and unwrapped her arms around my neck. This time her arm is wrapped around my waist. She closed her eyes for a moment to make a wish.

I admire her while she's doing that. Smiling softly as she mutter something under her breath. When she opens her eyes, she's looking directly at me. Our smiles slowly widen as we look at each other. "Stop being so adorable" we both roll our eyes at the voice of her manager.

"We're having a cheesy romantic moment. Stop being a dick" Renee stated, I snort at her comment. I shrugged my shoulders at Adam. He stopped recording the video. "Alright I'm gonna go back to sleep. Happy Birthday Renee" He gave me my phone and pat me on my shoulder. I thank him before we left.

"So~" I place the cake on the table. I stop to admire her while she's admiring the flowers. "These are so fucking cute. Thank you baby" She wrap her other arm around me, bringing me closer for a kiss. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her body even closer.

I move her shirt so I can feel her bare skin as our lips continue to kiss each other. She smile during the moment and I can't help but be affected by that smile.

"Happy Birthday baby" I lowly mutter, our lips touching as I speak those words. She looks at me with those eyes, I peck her lips lightly. My hands moving up and down her waist.

I put my hand up to caress her cheek, both of us just smiling like an idiot. I noticed her looking down at my lips. I slowly moved to bring our lips together, she lets out a soft moan as our lips dance against each other.

She wrap her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. We continued to make out till we have to pull away for oxygen.

"Come on, let's eat the cheese cake!" You said excitedly, letting go of Reneé. "You go ahead baby. I'll just charge my phone." I gave her forehead a kiss before walking inside our shared room.

I was settling my phone down when I heard a loud bang outside. My reaction time was quick, as I was already running outside the room to check on Reneé.

Who is currently on the floor.

"What happened baby!?" I didn't have time to scan the room as I'm gently helping settle her on the couch.

"You alright?" You asked when you noticed her silence. She looked up at you, her lips quivering slightly and tears brimming her eyes. You let out a soft chuckle, she looked adorable.

"Are you hurt baby?" She nodded with pouty lips, you let out a laugh because of cute she is. You gave her head a kiss before going to the fridge to grab some ice pack.

"Here, can you raise your arm a little for me Nae?" She did what I asked, she let out a small "ow" while doing so. You can't help but laugh, "fuck you" you let out a full on belly laugh as you realized what happened.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry baby" You giggle when she looks at you. "Sorry, I'll go grab us some utensils so we can eat your cheese cake." As you were grabbing the plates, you heard her voice.

"It's my birthday, and we're about to our cheesecake for my birthday." You snorted out as she continued "how do I flip the camera? Well it's right thwere." She pointed the camera to the cheesecake.

"And then the fucking chair bwoke. And I FELL" she pointed at the now broken chair. You continue watching her as she pointed to her iced arms.

"And I'm BRUISED. I Bruise easily." You immediately went to her once she put the phone down.

"My poor baby" you cooed at her, but she just slapped your arm and hug you with one arm. You stroke her hair as you examine her bruising arm.

"Here, let me get the cheesecake" You settle the plates and cutlers down the table. Then you get the cheesecake, the rest of the night was spent with feeding Reneé and apologizing for laughing at her.

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(𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙)

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Jealous, Jealous Girl (Regina George x Reader)

(𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤) (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚)

I definitely don't have "Jealous Girl" on repeat while writing this. If you have any requests feel free to send it my way<3

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Summary: Now that she has the teacher's attention, seems like she's not the only one who has and wants it.

Regina was left confused. The situation keeps repeating over and over in her mind. She can't help but wish for more of those. She felt how good it feels to be on the receiving end of your affection.

She can't get enough...

"Ms. George?" She shook her head slightly to get out of her head. She looks up at you, tilting her head but not saying anything.

"I asked you a question." You cross your arms, looking at her with a hint of annoyance in your tone and face.

"What's the question again?" You immediately look away from her, "anyone else who'd like to answer my question?" You look around the room.

"Yes, Ms. Jones?" Your enthusiasm for another student stirred something in her; she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the now-speaking Ms. Jones. She squinted her eyes at the girl who seemed too proud of herself when you gave her praise. The girl tried to intimidate Regina, but Regina, being Regina, just looked at her. She scanned the girl up and down before she gave her a disgusted look.

"Thank you for paying attention, Ms. Jones. And that was a very well-thought-out perspective," Regina scoffs at your words. You look in her direction, and she looks away from you. She was muttering something under her breath.

"What was that? Ms. George?" You said, ridiculously sweet that she tasted the sarcasm in there.

"Nothing, miss" You let out a soft, light chuckle. Regina's annoyed face disappeared when she heard your soft chuckle, she let out a small smile. But it quickly fell when you mouthed "Brat" under your breath while looking straight into her eyes.

"Going along with Ms. Jones's perspective-" Your words didn't make sense to her, but she listened to your voice. Her mind replayed the image where you called her a brat in front of everyone.

But Regina noticed the competition. That Alissa Jones wants her as an enemy. Regina smiled to herself; she didn't need to compete with her. She could quickly destroy the girl if she wanted to.

But gosh, she wanted to compete with the attention that you seem to be giving her. She wants to be the one you're smiling at when she gives you a good answer.

Not only does she crave your validation, but she also craves you...

Never in her life had she thought she would crave someone's attention, and that someone. But here she is.

Regina made it her mission to always answer in your class. She craves to hear those "Very good" and "Well done" repeatedly. Gretchen and Karen would sometimes ask why she was studying for your class. The questions were turned down because of her glare.

But their curiosity grew, and Regina was not interested in history. So, seeing her prepare for that class is peculiar to her friends. Regina even asked for the class syllabus so she could study in advance.

She always sent Alissa some proud looks after every recitation and a compliment from you. Not only did she revel in your praise. She also marvels at the disappointment of Alissa.

She would always stare at you when you were just sitting in your seat. Regina would not look away when you caught her stare; she knew that you knew that she wanted you.

Yet, you did nothing

It left her frustrated; your actions when alone with her assure her that you feel the same. But why aren't you doing something?

"Class dismissed. Ms. Jones? Stay for a moment," that seems to wake something inside her. She gave the girl a mean look, but she was greeted with a smirk. She looked at you, but your eyes gave her nothing.

She felt something tug in her chest.

She walked out of class, defeated. She turned her head back to see you talking to Alissa. Nothing inappropriate, but it still burns her.

She saw how you didn't even look in her direction. She gave everyone a hard time that day. She ensured that whoever was staring at her was shooed and called out. She even snapped at her friends at lunch.

God, she hated the effect you have on her, but god, she wants you.

So be it.

After that day, every time you would call her. She'd be in her head or purposely ignoring you. She knew better than to get on your nerves and anger you in front of the class, so that she would feign an apology every time.

She loves how you bite the inside of your cheeks when she answers you sarcastically every time you call her out. Or how you squint your eyes at her whenever she counters when you call her out.

She loves how you try to calm yourself down when she presses your buttons. Regina doesn't seem to care. But damn, does she want to ruin Alissa for always trying to get you to notice her.

And how she hated it when you would move on to the next student when she gave you an attitude.

But she thought wrong.

How you wished to shut down that smart mouth of hers every time she would spite back. Every single thing that she did is always in your mind, and you hate how you can't do anything about it.

Regina made sure to get on your nerves. She always turns in her work late- even when there's a test. She'll always be the last one to turn in her test. And you knew her best works, and recently, this is not it.

She'll watch in amusement when you shake your head when you check her paper; it's either an almost empty paper or a paper full of wrong answers.

You wonder what's happening to Regina. This is so unlike her.

One day, Regina came to class late. She went to her seat in the middle of your discussion. You cleared your throat when Regina took her seat. She gave an annoyed sigh and murmured an apology because she was late. You decide to ignore her before you get into a bad mood because of her behaviour, you continue with your discussion.

You almost forgot that she came late this morning. So you decided to give her a chance to answer your question.

"Ms. George!" Your voice raises slightly as this is your fourth time calling her name. Regina looks at you, uninterested, playing with her perfectly manicured nails.

"What?" She crosses her arms, challenging you. You bite your lips momentarily, taking a quick, deep breath to compose yourself.

"I've called you four times already." You said, voice low and steady. The sound of your heels echoed throughout the room as the students noticed the serious tone in your voice. You rarely get angry.

As you approach Regina, she gives you an innocent and uninterested look as if she did nothing wrong in the past week. When you're in front of her desk, she looks up at you.

"So?" Regina questions like it's not a big deal. But she gulped when she saw the look on your face. Her world seemed to freeze, and she almost quivered in her seat. Her breath quickened as she realised the consequences of her actions

She regretted those actions...

She thought of many different things to take back her actions and make it up. She also wished for the ground to open up and consume her.

"See me after class, Ms. George"

She's fucked...

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

(𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙)

Be Aggressive. B.E Aggressive

After a few scribbles and doodles on my notebook. Finally here's part 2! And here I am writing instead of reviewing for my midterm exams tomorrow😭

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Attention (Regina George x Reader)

Summary: Regina is used to having the students basically worship her, but not the teacher. She tries to get the teacher's attention.

𝘱.𝘴: 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤

・❥・ 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

﹒⪩⪨﹒

"Yes, Ms. George?" I utter with no interest but with enough politeness, as I did to any of my students. I keep my eyes on her as she speaks, listening to every word that comes out of her mouth.

"Thank you Ms. George that was a very good perspective." I nodded at her in acknowledgment. The blonde smirked at me but before she could say something else in front of the class. I cut her " alright, moving on. "Yes, Ms. Jones? Anything else you'd like to add?"

Regina squinted her eyes as her gaze trailed on the young professor, not liking how easily she diverted her attention away from her. Regina never verbally demanded attention, it has always been given to her without her asking for it.

How dare you not give it to her.

She watched you with careful eyes as you entertained another student. She can't help but want you to keep your attention on her. How dare you waltz in with your overwhelming presence that had her squirming in her seat.

Those words did wonders to her mind when all you teach about is history. She craves your attention.

So she always tries to find things to keep it on her.

"Ms. L/n can you help me with this?" She asked, her voice laced with nothing but sweetness but there's an underlying naughtiness deep within it.

Is it because she wore a revealing top that day and it would require you to look down on her?

"You can come here if you need me to help you with something..." You said calmly words treading slowly, wiggling your pen on your fingers as you looked straight into her. She smiled, trying to provoke you but smirked when something crossed her mind.

Her steps echoed across the quiet room as her focus was to get in front of your desk. You lean back on your seat, hands moving on your spread legs. Her eyes took a glance at your arms. Taking note of your rolled-up sleeves and the pen between your fingers.

"Here, miss..." putting her hands on each side of your desk, and that required her to lean forward closer to you. Your gaze is unwavering as you look up at her before slowly looking down at the paper on her desk.

"Seems like you don't need help, Ms. George. Your work is correct" I spoke, letting the words out slowly. I raise my head to look up at her. Not flinching at the short distance between us. I stare into her eyes that's fixated on my lips as I speak.

"Ms. George?" My tone raising a bit at her last name, I raise my eyebrow at her. She didn't even look fazed when I caught her looking at my lips. Instead, she simply smiled at me.

"I know..." she tilted her head a bit to the side, her lips pursing lightly. I cross my arms in front of me, still not moving away from her.

"Hmm?" I questioned, and she gave me a smirk. "I said, I know. I just wanna see you this close," she said proudly. "Huh..." I smirked at her words, I scanned her face for any hint of mischief.

"sit down, Ms. George." I squinted my eyes quickly before motioning with my head for her to take her seat. She bit her lips lightly before obeying me.

"Remember class, come here if you need me to help you with something" I shook my head slightly before I continued reading my book. Not even glancing at the blonde.

'I did need help with something, but it would need to be handled in private' Regina blushed at her thoughts. She wondered if she would talk to Karen and Gretchen about this little crush of hers.

Deciding that she needs to keep these feelings to herself, Regina doesn't know what to do. She's not used to this type of situation. Where someone she's interested in won't even converse with her casually.

Regina's infatuation blossomed, she started going to class early just because she knew that you would be there preparing for your class. She made sure to greet you every time. And every time she gets

"Good morning, Ms. George. Take your seat." So she had no choice but to take her seat, even if she wanted to approach you. You made it very clear that you want to be strictly professional.

But Regina doesn't beat around the bush, she respects you. But that doesn't mean that she won't do anything to satisfy her feelings.

"Need any help, Ms. L/n?" She would always ask, and most of the time you politely decline her offer but when you don't. She makes the most out of it.

"Cool, what do you need me for?" She makes her way to you, making sure to stand close to you.

"I need you to arrange this for me please." You said, handing her a pile of paper. Regina would normally complain about this, but if it's you. Who is she to deny?

"Sure, anything for you." You stared at her when she said that but she just gave you a shrug and a smile before working to arrange the work you gave her.

"You're something, Regina..." Her hand stopped, and her breath got caught for a second. Before it was processed you called her by her name.

"I know... what are you gonna do about it then?" She challenged, leaning closer to you.

"Hmm, I don't know," I said, my voice getting lower. I place her hair behind her ears, my fingers on her chin tilting her head to look at me, "maybe you should do something about it"

Well Regina thought wrong, or maybe you're not being clear?

Realizing your actions, you slowly remove your hand from her but not before finally admiring her. If it weren't for the circumstances you had right now. You'd probably ask her out, but she doesn't need to know that.

"Thank you for your help, Ms. George. You can take your seat now." You turn your back on her, not even looking to see her reaction.

That made Regina confused, she thought she was finally getting something and it turned back down to zero. She groaned quietly in her seat, observing how you casually went back to your work like you didn't do anything to her.

One thing's for sure, she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

(𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙)

Decided to cut this cause I had to release this for me to continue writing stories again😭 let me know if you want a part 2. And if you have any requests, feel free<3

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