#my fanfiction

[superhaught]

Sweetest Girl

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): slight reference to bad home life for reader?

Word Count: 1700, Part 1/?

Anonymous Asked: hello! I was wondering if I could request a regina x fem!reader fic where the the reader is known as the sweetest girl in school that everyone loves and regina is like “what’s so great about her” and just ends up falling in love with her

Enjoy! I intend to keep this one going :D

Regina knew that she wasn’t excelling in her chemistry course this year but she certainly didn’t think she was failing. But the teacher asked her to stay behind after class and gave her a solemn look as she explained that with Regina’s most recent test score (which was, admittedly, abysmal), her overall grade in the class would drop from barely passing to failing. 

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I’m a senior, it’s not like I can retake this class!” Regina griped, beginning to feel her stomach turn over in panic.

“Calm down, Miss George. You still have time to improve your grade. I’d recommend that you start working with a tutor. One of your classmates is available for such an arrangement as it turns out. She’s a very gifted student who is doing quite well in this class. She will likely tutor you not expecting anything at all in return. Are you willing to reach out to her?”

Regina crossed her arms in front of her chest, “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Regina’s teacher formed a thin-lipped smile, “No, Miss George. You don’t.”

Regina took the slip of paper with the tutor’s contact info scribbled on it from the teacher and left the classroom for her locker in a huff. 

Gretchen and Karen were waiting for her and immediately, Gretchen was hounding the blonde in concern, “is everything okay, Regina? What did the teacher want?”

Regina sighed, “I’m failing. I need a tutor, I guess.”

“Oh no!!!” Gretchen exclaimed. 

Karen tapped into the conversation in a brief moment of focus and said, “don’t worry, Regina. I failed chemistry last year and had to be tutored, too.”

Regina rolled her eyes, “yes Karen, and you fucked your chemistry tutor instead of studying.”

Karen smiled, “oh yeah!”

Gretchen chimed in, “well, it’s going to be okay Regina. I bet you’ll do really well if someone can take their time to explain the concepts to you. Do you know who will tutor you?”

Regina nodded, “yeah, the teacher gave me this name. Someone in my class.” Regina passed the slip of paper to Gretchen. 

When the small brunette read the name she made an excited sound, “oh! I know her, she’s the sweetest ever! You’ll like her Regina. She’s like, the nicest girl in the school.”

Regina narrowed her eyes and snatched the paper back, “why would I like the nicest girl in school? She sounds like a try-hard… What makes her so great?”

-

You were enjoying your lunch outside in the courtyard because it was a sunny day out. You scrolled through your phone and an email notification caught your eye so you opened it right away. The email read: Hey, I need a chemistry tutor. Teacher gave me your name. Can you? -Regina George

Oh, wow. You thought. Regina George wants me to tutor her?

You typed your response back and sent it off with a whoosh: Hi Regina, I’m happy to help! Do you want to meet to go over logistics today after school? I’ll be in the library if you want to swing by :) you can also feel free to text me if that’s easier

You sent Regina your phone number at the end of the email and in a few minutes, you got a text from, presumably, Regina. She said, “okay whatever” then another few seconds passed and she sent another text, “this is Regina, obviously.”

You responded, “haha yes, I figured!”

The little bubble that indicated she was typing popped up for a long moment and then disappeared. Then it popped back up and turned into a simple text, “k.”

-

Later that same day, you were sitting in the library doing your homework in the welcome peace and quiet. As you were working, you saw the blonde out of the corner of your eye. 

Regina walked down the half staircase into the library and flipped her hair over her shoulder, her tote bag hung from the crook of her elbow, and her other hand held an iced latte notably not from the student-run cafe but instead from the Starbucks down the road from the school. 

Regina approached your table and plopped her bag down on the floor and pulled out the chair across from you, “went to get a coffee before meeting you, hope you don’t mind. You didn’t want anything did you?”

You smiled and shook your head, “I don’t mind, and no thank you, I’m okay. I don’t drink coffee.”

Regina raised an eyebrow as she sat down, “you don’t drink coffee? How do you survive?”

You laugh lightly, “I guess I’ve never really needed it, and I prefer tea anyway.”

“Huh…” Regina didn’t seem satisfied with your answer but she dropped it, “so, do you just stay here to do homework after school?”

“Usually, yeah! I like to get as much done as I can before the library closes.”

“Why would you want to spend more time in this godforsaken school?”

You swallowed hard, “Oh, um… just ‘cause.”

“Kay…”

“So, do you want to talk about tutoring for chemistry?”

“Sure.”

“Okay great, do you know how often you want to meet or how many hours you want to do per week?”

“Christ, I don’t know.”

“It’s okay!” You assured her, “let’s just start with two hours a week for now. We can meet twice a week for one hour each and see if that feels good or if we need to work more or drop down to just an hour.” 

“Alright.”

“Does this time work for you?”

“Yeah.”

“And what about another day in the week?” You asked.

Regina shrugged, “Thursdays?”

“Perfect!” You jotted down a note of the schedule in your planner.

“Do you tutor a lot?” Regina asked, then sipped her coffee.

“Not super often. When I do, it’s usually because a teacher recommended me.”

“Are you like a teachers pet or something?” 

“I don’t know, I just like helping.” 

Regina was silent for a moment. She was considering you. Examining you. 

“So for chemis-“ you began.

“You know, it’s like weird how nice you are. Like, it’s off putting.” 

“Oh… off putting?”

“Yeah, ya know. Like you don’t have to be nice all the time, or for free. Not everyone deserves kindness.” 

“I mean, I disagree, but-“ 

“I can pay you, you know. For tutoring me, I mean.” 

“You don’t have to, though. I don’t need you to.” 

Regina scoffed, “you’re just gonna give me your time and energy for nothing?” 

“Yes. I just want to help. It’s not transactional.” 

“Oh, you sweet thing. Everything is transactional. Maybe you don’t want my money but you expect to get something out of this, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t.” 

You were frustrated, “how do you know that? You don’t know me or what I’d do!” 

“No one does anything for free. No one performs a service for free. No one is that nice.” Regina took another drink of her coffee. 

“Are you trying to ruin this?” 

Regina raised an eyebrow again but was quick to respond, “am I making you mad?” 

“You’re frustrating me. I’m just trying to do a nice thing.” 

“So you don’t want me to question your motives?” 

“No! I mean…” you huffed angrily, you felt your cheeks grow increasingly red and hot, “there is no motive.” 

“I don’t believe that.” 

“Look, do you want my help or not?” 

“I want to be tutored. What I don’t want is to owe you anything.” 

“You don’t owe me anything!” 

Regina’s expression turned into the slightest smirk as she stood up from the table and grabbed her tote bag off the floor, “I’ll meet you again on Thursday to review this week’s course materials. When I see you again, I expect an answer about what exactly it is you hope to get out of doing this for me.” 

With that, Regina turned and left the library, her hair swishing behind her. 

You hadn’t noticed until then, but you had crumpled up a piece of paper in your hand during that conversation. 

-

Thursday came around too soon for your liking. You had no answer for Regina’s demand, other than the truth, which you didn’t want to tell her. 

At 4:05 pm sharp, Regina waltzed down the stairs into the library once again, tote bag in hand, removing her sunglasses in an elegant motion, a drink carrier from Starbucks with two drinks in her other hand. 

You watched as Regina gracefully spit her chewing gum into a trash can on her way while walking up to your table.

She took one of the cups out of the drink carrier and set it down in front of you, “chai latte. Is that okay?” 

Your jaw dropped open a bit as you stared stupidly at the drink and then back up at her, “y-yeah… that’s really nice, thank you.” 

Regina didn’t sit down, “do you have an answer for me?” 

You sighed, “you really won’t accept that I just want to help you out?” 

Regina wordlessly shook her head. 

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were shaking slightly, so you hid them under the table in your lap and kept your eyes averted from Regina as you whispered, “I do what I can to avoid spending time at home.” 

Regina remained silent. 

You looked back up at her. Her jaw was set and she had a severe expression. You watched her exhale a heavy breath through her nose, nostrils flaring, then she sat down across from you and dropped her bag onto the floor. 

“Okay,” she said simply. “Let’s get started then.” 

-

You spent the next hour reviewing that week's chemistry lessons with Regina. 

When you decided to stop for that evening, Regina reached across the table and wrote something into your notebook. 

“There, that’s my address. You don’t have to check in with me, or anything, you can just come over whenever you want to.”

“Regina, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. My mom loves having company to entertain, and there’s plenty of space in my room for you to be comfortable and do work.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about, ‘thank you?’”

You laughed and nodded, “thank you, Regina. Really.”

The blonde stood up and returned her notes to her bag, “‘course. See ya tomorrow in class.”

“See you then…”

#regina george x reader #regina george fanfiction #regina george renee rapp #mean girls 2024 #regina george fluff #mean regina george #my fanfiction #my writing #original writing #fem reader #anonymous request #request fulfilled

[tabbytabbytabby]

No walls to hide behind

Word Count: 1,160 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: 9-1-1

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Tags: Established Relationship, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Future Fic, Nightmares, Trauma, Worried Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard Needs A Hug, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Light Angst

Summary: When Buck gets a phone call from Tommy late one night, he worries.

Read on AO3

For the It's Quiet... Too Quiet space for @badthingshappenbingo. Card under the cut.

#bucktommy #buck x tommy #tevan #kinkley #bad things happen bingo #badthingshappenbingo #it's quuet... too quiet #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 abc #911 fanfic #911 fic #my fanfiction #bucktommy fanfic #i should be sleeping #but here we are

[jedimasterbailey]

Chapter 6 of “Luminara and Barriss” is now up! 💚💙 The much needed Post Brain Invaders scene we were ROBBED of. Hope you enjoy!

#luminara and barriss #mominara and barriss #barriss offee #luminara unduli #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #barrissoka #kenduli #jedi master katri #my fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #star wars

[batkidsandco]

Hey anyone remember this old thing? Yeah I'm still working on it.

Summary: An undercover mission goes wrong leaving the four batboys 13 years younger. Now Bruce has to raise four small kids three of which have no memory of who he is. Still at least they have a chance of growing up a little less messed up right?

Tags: Bruce Wayne Dick Grayson Jason Todd Tim Drake Damian Wayne Cassandra Cain Duke Thomas Alfred Pennyworth Stephanie Brown Selina Kyle  Additional Tags: de-aged batbros De-Aged Dick Grayson De-Aged Jason Todd De-Aged Tim Drake De-Aged Damian Wayne permanent de-aging

#fanfic #my fanfiction #batman #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #selina kyle #cassandra cain #duke thomas #de aging

[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

Another difference

Princess Elise: ... In order to revive Sonic ... I'm ... going to have to kiss him.

Amy: NOOOOOOOO!

Shadow, under Amy's screaming: ... if it will save Sonic, I'll let you kiss him all you want.

Elise: ... What was that, Shadow?

Shadow, looking away: Nothing. Never mind. Go ahead.

#shenanigans #sonic #sonic 2006 #princess elise #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #mlm #microfiction #my stuff #my writing #my fanfiction

[anonnnimaaa]

Armin's outfits in my AU

Most of the time he's just an old man with the body and face of a young man.

#armin arlert #aruani #aot #my fanfiction

[dylandotwhat]

Ranboo's Day! This is our favorite genderman's origin story!!

This is for the newest chapter of: I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ('Cause everything is never as it seems) !!

#my art #my fanfiction #ranboo #ranboo fanart #charlie slimecicle #Slimecicle #tommyinnit #mcyt #fanfic #fanfiction #the backrooms #video games

[geekgirles]

Fanfic Update!

How are y'all doing, my lovelies?

I just wanted to let you know I hope to be done with chapter 4 tomorrow night, meaning I should be able to upload it on Wednesday. I'm really looking forward to it, because I'm even more excited to finally tackle chapter 5!

That one promises to be quite lengthy and I have a lot of ideas for it I hope you'll love as much as I do, so let's see how it goes :) Hope you'll be on the look-out for what's to come!

#wakfu #wakfu fanfiction #my fanfiction #wakfu au #the doll and the dragon #divine doll #divine doll! au #sadida doll! au #yugo the #yugo the eliatrope #amalia sh #amalia sheran sharm #yumalia #sadida #eliatrope #dofus #ankama #krozmos

[thenaiads]

DNB Royalty AlphaxOmega AU

Omega!Prince!Techno x Alpha!Former Prince!Dream, with Dream as the unwilling Bottom of the relationship 😏😏😏😏

Credits: @zethsnex for writing this beautiful masterpiece 🥰🥰🥰🥰 @thenaiads Me because this Au is my idea 🤣 LMAO

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Meetings were boring.

He could spend hours sitting and listening to a bunch of old Alphas and Betas complaint about whatever they didn’t seem fit for the Empire; Phil would sit next to him and take in most of what was said, answering questions that could have an easy fix if needed, while Techno would keep quiet and just jump in if it was necessary, which in this occasion, was almost unnecessary. He wasn’t in the mood for them, he wasn’t in the mood for this, the faint scent of lavender turning pungent by the minute until he stood from his chair and called the meeting off for another time. None of the elders said anything, they knew better than to make the emperor get them on his bad side when he was in a bad mood.

As the council exited the room, Phil stood from his seat and approached his friend, the pinkette’s left hand clenched a few times around nothing by his side, and the blond hummed knowingly. “Ya know I can take care of this stuff mate why don’t you go and relax a bit?” his grin only made Techno roll his eyes and scoff, he couldn’t be mad at Phil even if he wanted to, but, the idea sounded pretty enticing.

He walked to his quarters, the heels of his boots echoing through the empty hallway, the chill from the Arctic slipped through the windows, and long velvety curtains hung at the sides of each one, letting the natural light fill the corridor with cold shades. He got to a pair of dark spruce doors, his lips curved into a smile, he could already smell the overwhelming scent of his pet stinging his throat.

He opened the doors and entered the room, eyes meeting with a figure that fought to take a muzzle out of his face, making the chains latched to the collar on his neck clink as the links hit one another. The sound of the doors made the other man stop his struggle, a growl escaping his throat as the pinkette stood at the door’s frame. Techno snickered, stepped in and closed the doors behind him, the tangy odour of mint invaded his lungs and made his eyes water.

The growling continued as he approached, he took a good look at the man in front of him, it looked like he’d hurt himself as he tried to take the muzzle and collar off, his clothes had a few rips and torn parts, nothing that couldn’t be fixed, his dirty blond hair was a mess, going in different directions and still with a bedhead –how long had he been sleeping?–, drool dripping down his chin and into the carpeted floor, he tsked.

“Look at yourself, you truly are a mutt.”

“F-Fuck off…”

“Now, now, calm down pet, we’re having fun today.”

The blond heavy breathing calmed a bit, eyes focused on his every move as he unlatched the chain of the floor and made sure to have a good hold on it. Techno took slow steps backwards to the bed, chain pulled taunt to bring the Alpha closer to him, earning him a couple of snarls as he tugged it more than necessary from time to time.

“Let’s make a deal,” his lips curved as he spoke, eyes trailing up and down the other with hunger, the blond focused his eyes on him, interested by whatever the offer was, “I’m having a shitty day, make me feel good, and I’ll consider taking the muzzle off, and maybe, give you a little treat.”

Green eyes glared at blue eyes as he weighed his options, he’d been wearing that guard for a couple of days now, only being taken off when he had to eat, Dream knew the reason head it on, it was his fault for making the pinkette mad, he won’t try to bite him again if that meant he won’t be wearing the stupid muzzle.

“Be a good boy, yeah?” The sweet smell of lavender calmed the Alpha, his instincts going nuts as the light caresses from his mate took him under, his mint scent dropped in strength, the mixture of them making the blond’s head foggy, the Omega purred at the sight, so much training to reach something like this made it worth it.

.................

The plot:

So I had this idea after I read a dark story about King!Dream taking FormerPrince!Techno as a concubine, it was a porn with plot and I thought, what if roles were reversed? 😈😈😈

So, what if Dream got take as a gift to Prince!Techno? Techno here is a Omega but he dislike every Alpha that he meet because they always see him as inferior, even with his status of future Emperor.

Dream's kingdom give him away as a gift of peace (maybe because they lost a war, still deciding about that), because they know that Emperor Philza is still looking to someone that will take his son hand in marriage, and the idea was that Dream can't do much as a concubine. Basically the idea of Dream's kingdom is to get ride of a troublemaker-not-so-good-prince, and get in the good side of the future Emperor 😆 LOL.

The darker version is that Prince!Dream get captured and brought to Emperor!Techno (still to decide).

But in both version Techno (that is a Omega) has a resentment for alphas. He decides to keep Dream not only as a power move, but more as a way to stablish dominance over an Alphas, and because with Dream as a concubine Techno doesn't need anymore to deal with other rulers Alpha that would try to submit him because of his Omega's status.

@crivalsduo @justcallme-ange @mistythedritten @cleofast300 @morgueofstories @citrus-blade @bubble-popping @draconixiaa @cringe-y-gumi @aisharain @proditrix-ew @derekuura

Smut here 👇👇👇

This is the Part 2

Techno would use pleasure as both a punishment and a way to train his concubine in his new role.

He would use everything that he love (as an Omega) on Dream, they don't start sex all togheter, no… Techno knows that to make Dream give up he need to play the long game. Techno will give to Dream every pleasure and love 😏 And Dream actually love what Techno is doing, but his pride as an Alpha will not let him give up that easly.

(So in a way we have bratty Dream and Sugar Daddy Techno XD LOL)

Dream Alpha's pride going ballistic while Techno basically has his leash short and tight as fuck. Still Dream secretly love all of the attentions and care, and Techno can see throught his bullshit XD

last One:

One of the thing is that Techno would use to punish Dream is game where Techno would fuck Dre gently and slow (Dream love get destroyed), and call Dream his "beautiful little pet" and how much of a good "Omega" he is, all of this while Dre is tied up to the bed.

Dre during the punishments can't touch Techno or himself or even cum, unless he say all the things that Techno wanna hear, like calling Techno "Master", and say/admiting how much he love Techno's touchs and kisses, and a lot of other stuff and kinks 😌 uh uh.

This is one of Dream's outfit as a concubine:

If you people wanna use this idea then go, do it !!! But please tag me or send me a link in my ask-box or something, I need to see more of this stuff 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#dreamnoblade #dreamsmp fanfiction #my fanfiction #au!dreamsmp #my friends #r-18

[television-overload]

It's finally time to answer the question:

How much fluff can I fit into the epilogue of this MSR adoption fic?

#txf #x files #xf fanfic #msr adoption fic #my fanfiction #it's almost done! #if you want to be tagged when i start posting let me know!

[duesternis]

This thing has teeth - Slit/Nux

Slit roars, scars bunching on his cheeks, eyes wild and wide and absolutely terrifying. His opponent shrinks back, blood spraying as Slit follows viciously. Nux throws his arms up, shouts Slit’s glory, sloshing beer over himself and the men pressed tight around him. No one complains, all caught in the spell that Slit has bound them under. A body thuds on the hard floor of the cage and Slit howls like an animal, beating his own chest twice with a bloody fist. The referee gapes by the cage, microphone limp in his hand, blood sprayed on his cheek. Slit kicks the body on the floor with the toe of his boot, the man rolls over, weakly trying to push at Slit’s leg. Begging for mercy. Nux pushes through the crowd, presses himself against the cage and bangs his hands against the metal bars. His head. “We have a winner,” roars the referee finally into his microphone and the crowd somehow, impossibly becomes even louder. Slit clambers out of the top of the cage, stands on the metal bars and the crowd chants his name. Nux loses himself in the chants, sways, body thrashing against the cage, eyes glued to Slit. Slit’s head whips around, sweat and blood flying, eyes meeting Nux’s straight on. The world comes to a screeching halt, breath stuck in Nux's throat. Slit points at him, roars and laughs and Nux points back, skin pulling tight over his skeleton, shivers down his spine. He wants that blood on his lips.

Cage fights and sex, read it all here

#my fic #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my writing #mmfr #mad max #mad max fury road #fury road #slit #nux #sux #i love them in case you didn't know that

[tragedybunny]

My Starry Sky - Astarion x F!Reader

Reader and Astarion have their first real argument and have to go through the aftermath.

“Come to bed early, spend some time with me?” Astarion whispered in your ear, crimson eyes still a bit watery.

There wasn’t any other answer to give. “Of course love,” you took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, desperate to reassure him after what had happened earlier.

Going into this, you knew how he could be, how he lashed out sometimes, and why. That hadn’t made the first time he directed it at you after your mutual confession any easier. Maybe you had thought finally sharing your feelings would change that part of him, a selfish wish. “Damn it, are you just going to ignore me all day!” He snapped at you on the road, drawing questioning looks from your other companions.

“What?” You’d turned back to him, confusion knitting your brows together.

“You heard me.” Around you, you could sense everyone stepping away, wisely giving the two of you space, despite the fact that you were in a desolate, cursed place. The locale was probably not helping the tension.

“I’m not ignoring you!” The first mistake you made in that conversation, a sharp tone, fire returned.

“So I’m just imagining that you’ve hardly said two words to me for hours but have been more than happy to prattle on with everyone else.” He doubled down, and you could tell he wasn’t going to hear you. “Or you're lying.”

The accusation stung, did he think so little of you? Maybe this was all a mistake. And just like that, all the worries, the struggles, and this blasted place boiled over, and you were the one who lashed out. “This isn’t going to work, we’re not going to work, if you’re going to act like this!” The second mistake.

Eyes going wide, his posture changed in an instant. It was like he tried to make himself smaller, to get away from the pain of your words. “Please no, I’m sorry.” His voice shook and if he had any need of breathing he would have been gasping. “Gods, I’ve already ruined it.” Tears had started to spill down his cheeks.

With horror, you realized what you’d done. You’d threatened him into compliance, even if you had done so out of hurt. Were you no better than Cazador? In a rush, you threw your arms around him pulling him close, frantic to relieve the hurt you’d caused. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” After a second of hesitation, you felt his arms encircle you as he sniffled into your hair. "That was wrong of me."

It took a few moments of soft whispers and soothing until he would let you go. "Let's just forget this," you prompted and he readily agreed.

The hurtful words and accusations stuck with you though and you excused yourself as soon as dinner was over. Taking you by the hand, Astarion leads you to his tent, where you'd been sleeping most nights lately. With a soft gasp, you note small enchanted motes of light, dancing at the top of the tent. "Gale's work," you ask, staring at them with enchantment.

"I don't want to know what he's going to ask me in return," he chuckles but it’s strained and struggling.

“At least he’s not looking for magic to eat anymore.” With a quick brush of your lips against his cheek, you lower yourself down to the waiting nest of blankets the two of you spend your nights wrapped around each other in. Your hand still in his pulls him along with you.

An open bottle of wine and two glasses were waiting and you readily take one after he pours it. The two of you sit close enough that shoulders and thighs touch, a small comfort after the harshness of the day, and you lean your head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that right?” Desperately, you want him to know it, even with all the complications, you sincerely love him.

“I know,” he finishes the glass of wine, and you note that he seems off still. “I love you too,” he pours another and drinks deeply. It was a rough day all around though, and you don’t want to push it.

Moments later you’re surprised as a pale, slender hand reaches down to tilt your chin up off his shoulder and kiss you. The taste of the wine lingers on his lips and you drink in the intimacy of it on your tongue. Your glass is taken from your grasp as the kiss deepens, lips parting invitingly to him. Hands wrap around your waist and your stomach flutters, you’ve missed being touched like this by him. A trail of soft bites is traced from your lips down your neck as his hands work their way under your shirt caressing the sensitive skin of your breasts. Reaching up, you grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as a soft moan escapes you. “My sweet girl,” he murmurs against your throat and your blood runs cold.

That isn’t him, he sounds a thousand miles away, and so empty. “I thought you weren’t ready for this.”

A thumb brushes over a nipple and his teeth dig into your flesh just hard enough to thrill. You swallow the cry you almost make, not wanting to encourage this. “I’ve been thinking it’s time to move on, let go of the past,” his voice tremors and you can tell he’s lying even as he tries to kiss you again.

“Astarion, stop,” gently you push him away and see the panic in his face. “Why are you doing this?”

He looks anywhere but right at you, eyes hazy and unfocused “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Astarion…”

He sighs heavily, breaking down at last. “Well, I thought after today, perhaps you were tiring of me, and that I should do something to win you back. And I can’t seem to get this right either.”

Pain slices through your chest and you feel as though your heart is being torn in two. Carefully, you put your hands on his cheeks. “Look at me,” it’s not a command, but a plea, and he finally brings his eyes to yours. “I love you, and I’m not going to tire of you. Understand?” Wordlessly he nods. “But you are never to try to buy me again with your body, you are worth so much more than that.” A loving kiss on his forehead punctuates your words and you hear him sniffling again.

“I can try, it is so hard to leave behind.” Arms open, you beckon him to you, and you both collapse into the waiting blankets. “It feels like the only thing I know, the only thing I’m good for. And I just want to keep you but I don’t know how else to do it sometimes.”

“Just love me, that’s all I need.” You yearn for nothing but to cover him in soft kisses and hold him forever, so he can know how loved he is, how cherished. “My Starry Sky.”

With his face buried in your neck, he murmurs softly, sounding like his true self again, “my Sunlight.”

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x f!reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing

[lizthewriter]

messy / regina george

PAIRING  regina george x fem!reader

SUMMARY  you and regina have been secretly hooking up for months, but she breaks up with you when you ask for more. after she gets hit by a bus, you fear for her life and whatever relationship you have left.

TAGS  regina george x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, queer!, reneé rapp is so fine 😫😫, internalized homophobia, use of d-slur (lesbian slur)

QUOTE  "half of all my exes regret me, / but none of them will ever forget me, / loving me gets really messy," - messy by reneé rapp

WRITTEN  1.13.2024

WORD COUNT  1.3K

A/N everytime reneé showed up on screen, i literally started banging my fists against my seat because she SERVED CUNT!!!! SHE WAS SO FINE!!!! literally after the movie, my best friend said to me: "i think you're just gay. i think you're a woman kisser. you might just have a little fruit in your cup."

slammed up against the wall, you felt regina's teeth clash furiously against yours. it was all hot passion - how your lips ran feverishly against hers as though you'd never get to feel her touch again, the way her hands ran up and down the sides of your body as though she needed to memorize the shape of you. days the two of you had gone without a moment to yourselves. days you had spent fantasizing about her pressing you up against the wall. it wasn't that you didn't want a normal relationship. it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss and hold hands and go on cute dates, but . . . that wasn't regina's style. she was closeted. heavily. actually, you weren't sure that she even understood that making out with girls was perhaps the most gay thing she could do, but you were willing to take what you were given. it was regina george, after all.

she pulled away from you by biting gently down on your lip, letting go when she could no longer stretch it any longer. "god, you're so hot," she whispered with a smirk, unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt. she reclaimed the control she had over your body, pressing her lips to your collarbone. your hands somehow found their way to her beautiful blond locks, scraping her scalp with the sharp edge of your nails. fantasy was nothing like reality. you had forgotten how good it felt, but how terrible it was all at once. as her warm breath tickled your skin, doubts that had been haunting you the past few days filled your mind slowly. was this healthy? didn't you deserve a healthy queer relationship, one that would be open and free and full of love, real love?

you wanted it all. you wanted the life you saw other queer girls have all around the world. going on cute picnic dates with homeade muffins and favorite books, sitting in the lap of your partner and doing their makeup, snuggling on the couch while watching a movie. holding hands while strolling the town center. it was hard to keep these thoughts back any longer. they overflowed.

you felt regina freeze as you gently pushed her away from where she had latched onto your upper chest. "can we, um, talk?" you ask. she could hear the tone in your voice. you knew she could. the way her eyes met yours made your stomach twist with discomfort.

"talk?" she asked in an incredulous tone, pulling away.

"it's just that, well, hear me out first. i like you. i really like you, a lot! that's why i really want us to be more than . . . making out in the custodian's closet after school and sneaking into your room while your mom's asleep," you explained nervously, stumbling over your words. finally able to meet her eyes, all hope was shattered as you felt her icy stare fixed upon your flushed face.

"i thought we made a deal when we started this. nothing more than this." she barked out a bitter laugh and fluffed out her hair. "what, did you think i was some kind of dyke or something? this was supposed to be fun. nice job stamping out that fire." she opened the door to the closet and waltzed out like nothing had happened. as if you didn't spend the entire last three months building a bond. heart: broken.

-

fear couldn't describe the emotion you felt driving to the hospital. it was gut-wrenching, blood-curdling, heart-tearingly excruciating. the rumors swirling around made your sick with worry. could she really be dead?

you weren't there when it happened. you had been driving home and then doing homework, hiding your phone away in a drawer somewhere to keep you distracted. it wasn't until hours later that you checked your notifications to realize she had been admitted to the er.

you rushed into the hospital, demanding to hear about her condition.

"are you immediate family?" the nurse at the desk asked. of course you lied. of course you said yes. she gave you the room number and told you that you could wait in the hall - the doctors were talking with her mother and you would need to wait until she woke up herself.

when you arrived at the door to her room, you were afraid to look inside. you weren't sure why. she was alive, yes. maybe you were afraid she was still upset with you. or worse, she had amnesia and forgot about you completely. dejected, you collapsed into the very comfortable plastic chair next to her room.

a few minutes later, the door opened and the doctors and mrs. george exited the room. you stood up suddenly, expectant in your expression.

"she's fine. she's going to heal 100%, she just needs to wear a corrective neck bracelet for several weeks," the doctors assured you. you could relax, just a little. they walked down the hall, chatting softly. mrs. george grinned at you - you had met before, of course, being introduced as one of regina'a friends.

"well, look who we have here! did you hear the news? they said my name on the evening," she told you excitedly, as though her daughter weren't stuck in the hospital from injuries resulting for being hit. by a bus. "head on in darling, those cute boys said she'd be awake soon." her eyes trailed down the hall to the two doctors that had revived regina. with a mini-wave and a "toodle-doo!" she was down the hall and full on flirting with men much younger than herself.

the doorknob to regina's room stared back at you with intimidation so strong you almost turned around and drove home. you reached out a closed your hand around the cool metal, slowly turning it until you were passing through the doorway and standing feet away from her bed. it didn't feel as scary as you thought, entering her room, staring over at her bed. she looked more at peace then you had ever seen her, she looked prettier than you had ever seen her. without her mean-girl face, she seemed a lot more genuine. a lot more like the regina that opened up to you that one chilly night in december.

you silently pulled a chair next to her bed and sat there, waiting for her to wake up. you didn't mind the wait, in a way. because she was sitting there next to you, and she was going to be okay.

when regina awoke, she seemed more confused than anything. her brows furrowed as she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on you.

"hey," you said all of a sudden, sitting up straight. "you're okay, you're fine. you're . . . in the hospital."

"what are you doing here?" not snappy or bitter or angry. genuine.

"i heard you got hit by a bus," you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously. would she yell at you? tell you she never wanted to see you again? "i heard . . . i you died. i just had to see for myself, to make sure you were okay. i'm sorry, if you don't want me here, i'll -"

"don't leave!" she shouted, grabbing your hand. you stared down at the place where her skin met your hand. this wasn't happening. this couldn't be happening. her fingers intertwined with yours and you find her eyes to be pleading you. "please, just don't leave."

"regina -"

"just shut up and listen, okay?" she told you, sounding upset, but it didn't seem to be an emotion she was directing towards you. you sat back down and scooted your chair closer to her. "i want us to be something more too . . . okay? i like you, loser."

you narrowed your eyes at her. "is this regina george trying to be nice?" you asked dubiously.

"don't ruin the moment or i'm taking everything i said back."

"no," you said quickly, shaking your head with a smile. you placed your other hand on the one clasped in hers. "it's a good look on you. really."

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[superhaught]

Incurable Cravings (Chapter Three)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: this chapter has it all, fluff, angst, and explicit smut (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 2700, Part 3/?

Part 1 / Part 2

Regina and Reader continue their evening after school and get to enjoy some quality time together again after three years of complicated feelings.

Explicit Content Below!

You and Regina ate dinner with Gina’s mom. Regina did her best at eating a standard portion of food and you squeezed her hand reassuringly under the table, hoping to show her that you were proud. 

Ms. George asked you some more questions about school and your activities and it felt good to update her after going so long without being around the George house. 

Regina got up to clear her plate and asked her mom, “hey, can we have a sleepover? If that’s okay with you, obviously,” Regina added, directed at you. 

“Oh, of course honey! Whatever you want, as long as you can get up in time for school tomorrow. Actually, what am I saying? You’re seniors, I don't care if you go to school or not.”

You laughed and said, “I won’t let Gina ditch.”

Regina smiled at you, “so you’ll stay?”

You nod your head, “I just gotta let my mom know.”

You gave your mom a quick phone call on your way back up to Regina’s room and she was fine with you spending the night and grateful that you would have a ride to school in the morning, but was slightly judgemental that you were hanging out with Regina again. 

She just said, “be careful.” And you responded, “I know, I’ve got it.”

When you hung up your phone, Regina grabbed your arms and pushed you backwards toward her bed. The backs of your legs hit the edge of the mattress and you fell back into her cushy comforter. She followed your body as you scooched back into the middle of the bed and then crawled on top of you, straddling your stomach. 

“Well, hi…” you said, stupidly.

“You’re such a dork… I’m glad you’re staying over tonight. It’ll be just like old times. I’ll do your makeup, dress you up in my clothes, cuddle you while we watch a movie… except now it will be even better.”

“Better, how?”

“Because now I can do this,” Regina leaned down and kissed you passionately, putting her hands on your collarbones and sliding her tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned and kissed her back just as needily. You felt Regina begin to grind back and forth on your abdomen and you felt your head spin as you grabbed onto her hips and encouraged her. She continued to build up that heat and then she pulled away from your lips and you opened your eyes. You watched her flips all of her hair over to one side of her face and then she leaned down and kissed along your jawline and neck. 

You sighed and writhed underneath her. She whispered into your ear, “you’re mine, now… right, baby?”

You gasped at her words, “fuck… yes, Gina… I’m yours…”

“Just mine?” She kept kissing your neck, dragging her tongue along your skin and making you squirm with need.

“Only yours…”

“Good. You’re my perfect darling… and I’m your princess, just like you’ve always wanted, right?”

“Oh my god…” you breathed, “yes… Regina…”

She grazed her teeth along your pulse point and nipped at you lightly and your body jolted in response. 

“God, you’re so needy for me… You’re going to be a good little toy for me, aren’t you? Will you let me mark you up and claim you as my own, baby?”

You couldn’t speak. She knew all the right buttons with you. She knew exactly how to turn the tables and make you into a needy mess for her. You just moaned affirmatively and nodded your head.

“That’s good, baby… if you keep being good, I promise I’ll reward you, okay?” Regina started to bite and suck on your neck now, leaving a trail of red marks and then bruises as she traveled toward your shirt collar. She started to slide your shirt up your body and met your eyes, “can I take this off of you, my sweet baby?”

“Mhmm…” you nodded.

She finished taking your shirt all the way off and took a moment to admire your physique in your white sports bra, “you always had such a nice body…” she leaned down and started making marks all over your collarbones and the exposed areas of your chest. All you could do was make pleased noises and run your fingers through her hair, willingly accepting her treatment of you. 

She lowered herself further and marked up even your ribs and your abdomen, sinking her teeth into your skin to leave a painting of bite marks and bruises. She was absolutely intent on claiming you. 

After a while, she sat up and spoke gently, “I think you’ve been very good, don’t you?”

You met her eyes and nodded slowly. 

“I think you can have a little reward…” 

You watched as Regina got off of you and stood at the foot of her bed, “how about you hold yourself up on your elbows for me, baby?”

You nodded and propped yourself up the way she requested. Regina smirked and then started to lift the hem of her shirt up. The blonde then took her time to slowly strip naked in front of you, removing her articles of clothing one by one in a tantalizing manner. Your jaw dropped at the sight and Regina basked in your obvious admiration of her. 

She reached around her back and unclasped her bra and let it fall off of her arms onto the floor at her feet. You gazed at her nude torso and sighed happily, saying, “my god… you are so stunning, Regina.”

“I know,” she smirked and hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down her thighs, her eyes following yours the entire time. 

Once she was stripped, she climbed back up onto the bed and straddled your thighs as she placed her fingertips against your sternum and slowly pushed you back down to lie flat.

Regina then moved forward until she was straddling your stomach one more and she slowly lowered her weight onto you until her sex landed right on your abdomen. 

“You feel that, baby? Feel how wet I am for you?”

You stared at her with wide eyes and then she started to move, rocking her hips and spreading her dripping arousal over your skin. You moaned and reached for her waist but she quickly batted your hands away with a smack to each one, “nuh uh, baby… I’m going to use you to take care of me… you just lie back and enjoy it for me, okay?”

You let your arms settle above your head and Regina leaned forward slightly, arching her back, to grab onto your wrists and hold your arms down, both to trap you and give herself something to hold onto as she began to ride your abs to her completion. 

You couldn’t believe what was happening but there she was, Regina Geroge, grinding her wet cunt against you like her life depended on it. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure as she increased her pace and gave herself exactly what she needed using your body. In nearly no time at all, Regina was a moaning, panting mess and beads of sweat were running down her forehead and temples from her effort, but she still firmly held you in place and didn’t let you take over for her. 

You watched in awe as her movements grew more and more erratic until her moans finally drew out into one long moan of pleasure and she came on your stomach with a shaking orgasm. She let your wrists go at that point, leaving behind bright red marks from where she was tightly gripping you, and then moved her hands to your chest to hold herself up while she rode her climax out until she was done.

Her thighs trembled on either side of you. You reached up and gently caressed the sides of her face with your thumbs and she smiled blissfully. Neither of you said anything as Regina slowly dismounted from you and shifted to lay on her side next to you, bringing an arm and leg over you and resting her head on your chest. 

You gently kissed the top of her head and wrapped your arms tightly around her and you whispered, “Holy shit, Regina…”

“Mmm… did I do a good job of rewarding you for being so good for me?”

“Yeah… yeah, you did Princess…”

She moaned, “oh that sounds so good coming out of your mouth…”

You smiled and kissed her again. You laid there in bliss together for a while until Regina suddenly sat up, apparently refreshed, and kissed your lips before getting out of the bed and walking over to her vanity to grab her makeup bag. 

She turned and playfully jostled the bag around with a giggle and you rolled your eyes, “Oh god…”

“I told you I was gonna make you over… just had to make you mine, first.”

Regina sat on top of you yet again and opened up her makeup bag on the bed. She started to dig through and began pulling things out that she wanted to use on you, getting adorably excited about certain products and saying things like, “ooh I haven’t even tried this one on myself, yet,” and “this is exactly your color oh my gosh it’s like I bought it for you.”

She applied god-knows-what to your face and occasionally tickled your nose with a makeup brush, making you giggle. You watched her get into hyper focus mode working on your face but you mistakenly tried to talk to her, “Wh-“ you began.

Regina grabbed your chin, cutting you off, “shh and stop moving!” 

You let her keep doing her work in silence.

“Close your eyes.”

You obliged her command and she started putting eyeliner on you carefully and gently. Regina brushed blush onto your cheeks, highlight onto your cheekbones, and mascara onto your eyelashes. She blew light breaths of air onto your face to disperse some loose powder or dry the setting spray and all of it felt intimate to you. It always had felt special when she had done this for you in the past but now she was literally naked, sitting on you, and putting lipgloss on you by transferring it from her lips to your own through a kiss. 

She got off of you and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and bringing you over to the mirror for you to see yourself, “what do you think?” 

The makeup was done with an expert hand and you did look very nice. But your smile was clearly forced. 

“You hate it…” 

“What? No I don’t, Regina. It’s really pretty.” 

She frowned and expected you to continue.

“Just… is this what you wish I looked like? Ya know, do you wish I was dolled up all the time like you?”

Regina grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face her, “No! I think you’re absolutely perfect, I don’t want to change you. That’s not what this is about.”

“What is it about, then?” 

She thought for a moment, “lots of things. I enjoy doing it. Make up is one of my primary interests so I like sharing it with you. It’s an excuse to study your incredible face for a long time. And it’s a very sexy thing to do, especially when I’m naked.” She grinned at herself and you laughed. 

“I don’t want to change you, baby,” she continued, “it’s only meant to be fun and give you a chance to feel pretty, but if it doesn’t make you feel good then it’s not worth it.”

You looked back in the mirror at yourself, “I do feel pretty, Gina. Thank you. I especially like the eyeliner.” 

She bounced excitedly, “see how it makes your eyes so bright?” 

You smiled, “mmhmm.”

Regina stood behind you, wrapped her arms around you and planted kisses all over your cheeks and neck, leaving pink lipstick kiss marks all over your skin along with her array of hickeys from before. Your body was a map of where Regina had graced you with her lips, and you were overjoyed for it. 

“Now, go into my closet and give me a little fashion show, okay? I demand a three outfit minimum. If you do that, then you get your choice of my hoodies for bed tonight.” 

“Okay, Princess.” You agreed, “just, one thing first.”

“Yes?” 

You gently reached out and pointed to some of the scars on her body from the bus accident, “can I look at them?”

Regina sighed and frowned slightly, but she nodded her head. 

You carefully traced the scars with your fingertips. She turned slightly so that you could see the ones on her back closely. She pulled her hair over one shoulder and you traced the long surgical scar that went down her spine.

“I try to pretend that they’re not there… that  nothing has changed… but then I start to hurt everywhere or I pass out from being upright for too long… and I remember…”

“Gina…” you sighed. You didn’t know what you could say. You felt awful that she had to go through that, and that no one really knew the burden she was shouldering every day since the accident. You also felt an unshakeable guilt knowing that she went through her recovery all alone. You hadn’t been there for her. 

“I'm so fucking terrified of getting worse…” she whispered.

“You have to do what you can to take care of yourself, but I think you also have to recognize that some things are going to be out of your control… but being in pain, or being ill… it doesn’t make you any less… it doesn’t… I… I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying…”

Regina had tears in her eyes, “no, what were you going to say?”

“I was going to say… it doesn’t make me love you any less, Gina…”

The blonde sniffled and wiped her nose on the back of her hand, tears fell down her cheeks at your confession. 

“You love me?” she asked. 

“I do… I love you…”

“You almost said it earlier, didn’t you?”

“Yes, almost…”

“Have you always loved me?”

You looked into her eyes and caressed her cheeks, wiping her tears away with your thumbs. You nodded, “always… I just didn’t know how to say it…”

Regina nodded and put her hand over yours, holding your palm against her cheek, “I didn’t know how to say it, either… and maybe I still don’t…”

“It’s okay,” you whispered.

“Am I… am I enough for you? Until I learn how to say it? And how to really show you? Can you feel it?”

You began to cry at that and you nodded emphatically, “you are saying it… and I can feel it…”

“You can feel that my heart is yours?”

You nod again, "I can, Gina..."

She buries her fingers into your hair and pulls your head to her shoulder then embraces you. You hold each other close for a while, both crying tears that had been trapped for a long time. 

Regina started to feel weak from standing and she tapped you, “I need to lie down.”

You nodded, “I’ve got you, Princess.”

You bent slightly at your knees and swiftly scooped Regina up into your arms. She gasped in surprise as you held her around her back and under her knees and bridal carried her over to her bed, then carefully laid her down and tucked her under the covers. 

She smiled at you, “forget the fashion show, just come here and cuddle me… take your clothes off, though. I want to feel your skin.”

You smiled and started to take your clothes off to the side of the bed in an incredibly over-acted, Magic Mike sort of way, which made Regina burst out laughing, then you got into bed and under the covers with her and spooned her. 

You kissed the back of her head and breathed in the smell of her hair. She squeezed your forearm and brought your hand to her lips, kissing your knuckles softly. 

“I know you’re scared, Regina… but if it helps at all, you have me now. I’ll always be here to take care of you from now on, because I love you.”

She smiled and kissed the back of your hand, “thank you, baby.”

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[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

Ramona: Yeah, uh, Roxie and I are both trans women.

Scott: Oh! So that's how she's one of your "evil ex boyfriends" despite being a girl!

Roxie, six inches from slicing him to bits depending on what he says next: Oh?

Scott, oblivious: Not "ex ... boyfriend", but "ex-boy ... friend!"

Roxie: ... y'know, that's the funniest way I've ever heard any "cis" person describe it.

Scott: Oh, really? -- Wait, why was "cis" in quotes?

Ramona, as innocently as she can manage: What do you mean in quotes?

Roxie, ditto: Yeah, this is a verbal conversation.

Scott: Uhhh, never mind.

The catgirl speedrunner from the High Council of Trans Women who was ready to clip through the wall and deck Ramona or Roxie in the face if either of them tried to violate the Trans Prime Directive, like with the Vegan Police: (retreats)

#shenanigans #scott pilgrim #ramona flowers #roxie richter #trans scott pilgrim #trans ramona flowers #trans roxie richter #trans stuff #microfiction #my stuff #my writing #my fanfiction #rhoda pilgrim

[anonnnimaaa]

Annie's outfits in my AU

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