#chappell x nonbinary reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

I'd like to request a fic where Chappell and Reneé both comfort because dysphoria during their period... lots of praise, and maybe some light fluffy smut? thanks <3

Absolute Train Wreck

|| Chappell Roan x Reneé Rapp x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; smut, reader on their period, heavy dysphoria descriptions, comfort, period sex, reader receiving, breast play, orgasms, light choking, praise kink, light swearing, use of 'good boy'

|| Summary; when Chappell and Reneé get home, they make sure to take care of reader.

Requests open!

Started; November 7th

Finished; November 8th

~~~

A groan left your lips as you clung to the sheets wrapped tightly around you. Bucket by the side of your bed; just in case. Because your periods? Left you an absolute train wreck. Not just from the physical/emotional pain, but the mental too. It took a pretty big toll on your mental health. A constant reminder that your body wasn't what you wanted it to be. Biting you lip, a small whimper escaped your throat just as the front door opened. Chappell and Reneé were home.

You tried to sit up, call out to them, but immediately felt a wave of nausea. So you made the smart choice and laid back down. Waiting for them to come to you. It certainly didn't take long for them to figure out where you were. Finding you exactly where they'd left you that morning. Curled up as deep in your sheets as you could be, with a heating pad sprawled across your midriff.

Their eyes softened as they shared a look with one another and then joined you in bed. Chappell to your right, Reneé to your left and pressed up against your back. Her arm wrapped around you, resting just above the heating pad while Chappell kissed your forehead.

"How you feeling, baby?" Reneé whispered, lips brushing the back of your neck as she kissed the skin there. You simply whined in response, finding yourself feeling needy with your girls against you the way they were.

Chappell laughed a bit at your whine and her hand cupped your cheek as she propped herself on her elbow. Eyes locking with yours," have you had water? Food?" She asked. You could see the concern in her eyes grow as you shook your head. You haven't been able to leave your bed all day. "Wait here." She gave your cheek a small squeeze then left the bed for the kitchen. You tried making a grabby hand towards her, but Reneé's hand came up and intertwined with your fingers. Bringing your hand back down to rest on your stomach with hers.

"Let her do this for you." She murmured, moving herself just a little bit closer. As her other hand moved along your body, Reneé could feel the tension. It was more than just you being on your period. She could just tell. Something else was bothering you," you feeling okay? Besides your period." She asked and she could feel as your shoulders grew tenser.

"I... I'm fine." You whispered, lying through your teeth knowing damn well you weren't. As previously mentioned, your period took a big toll on your mental health. Feeling little tiny little stabs to your mind and heart. The questions plaguing your mind. Why did I have to be born this way? Why can't I be who I want to be? Why must I suffer through this?

You closed your eyes as each one flooded to the surface. Trapping you in an endless void of the prison that was your body. Your jaw clenched, Reneé noticed. She knew you lied to her. That much was obvious even without the tension in your body. "Baby, talk to me. You'll feel worse keeping it all in."

You turned to face her, heating pad sliding down between the two of you. You opened your eyes and were met with the concern that glazed hers. Just as you were about to speak, Chappell returned. Holding a plate of your favourite comfort snack and a glass of water. She sat down with you, holding the glass to your lips as she helped you drink. You were grateful for the break in conversation. The change of topic. Even if it only lasted for a minute. As the glass left your lips and was placed on the counter, Reneé looked to you expectantly. Silently urging you to continue whatever you had been about to say.

Chappell noticed the tension in the room and raised an eyebrow," I was gone a minute or two. What the hell happened?" Reneé glanced to her, then back to you. Chappell saw how vulnerable you seemed. It registered to her that more was going on. Something you weren't telling them.

"It's just... the dysphoria." You finally mumbled out. After what left like the longest minute of their lives. Both girls frowned and Chappell turned your chin up, so your eyes met with hers.

"Y/N... I wish I could take that feeling away from you. But I know no matter what we say the thoughts will always be there, won't they?" She started to say and you gave a gentle nod, making her sigh. It pained them both to see you so down on yourself," is there something we can do to help?"

You thought about it. Wondering if there was anything that would make it even the slightest bit better, or at least distract you from how you're feeling. And then you thought of it," praise and sex..?" You asked slowly. The two shared a glance and then mirrored smirks. Before looking back to you.

"Of course, baby." Reneé smiled, gently turning you from your side to your back. "You look so fucking handsome..." She murmured, Chappell nodded in agreement. Placing a soft kiss to your lips. Your lips moved against each other with a slow ease.

As the kiss parted, Chappell whispered against your lips. "So... so handsome and such a good boy, aren't you?" She practically purred, her hand gently cupping your neck. Fingers playing with the back of your hair.

You melted under her touch and words, nodding your head. Mouth slightly open as if to speak, but whatever words were there died in your throat. Feeling as Reneé's hands moved up to cup your breasts. "Can I?" She asked, gently toying with your shirt buttons. Wanting to take it off but worried about making the wrong move. When she heard a quiet yes from you, she smiled and kissed the corner of your mouth. Before getting your shirt off and away. You weren't wearing anything under, so your chest was exposed to her. Her mouth gently latched to your nipple as she played with your chest. Earning soft moans from you.

Chappell watched for a moment. Just admiring the sounds you were making. Then her hand moved your neck, cupping your jaw instead as she pulled you into another kiss. A little more passionate than the last but still soft. Being cautious about how rough they were with you. They knew that on when your period you liked things softer.

As she kissed you, her hand slid down to your clothed clit. Pushing aside the fabric until her fingers brushed your pussy. Feeling the wetness between your folds as well as the thicker substance of blood. Not that she minded. She could always clean her hands after. Chappell's fingers worked until she brought you to an orgasm. Helping you through your high before removing her fingers. "Good boy.." She praised. Your chest was rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Reneé let go of your nipple, bringing her lips to your neck and leaving a hickie.

"So good.." She agreed with Chappell. A small whimper left your lips. Feeling yourself grow tired as Reneé made sure you had some of your snack that Chappell had brought earlier. As for Chappell, she gave you a quick kiss then went and washed up her hands in the bathroom.

You cuddled up with Reneé, who held you close and moved the heating pad back over your stomach. It felt even better against the bare flesh. You let out a sigh as your eyes closed. Sleeping taking you over.

[rhea-is-bored-again]

⊹₊⟡⋆୨ৎ welcome to rhea's blog!!

masterlists!!

johnny cade:

my hearth

hallway crush

starry night

dating johnny hcs

johnny x dallas' twin sister (headcanons!)

feel it still

devoted to you

not allowed

do i wanna know?

--------------------------------------------

dallas winston

silk and cotton

echoes of you, 2, 3

taps on a glass

the hood and his star

my candy rain

salvatore

watching from the audience

what is this feeling? (male reader!)

sober up

ink and cherry cola

tough

--------------------------------------------

ponyboy curtis

5th period bio, 2

young love

still into you

heart of stone

ponyboy dating hcs!

ain't no love in oklahoma

--------------------------------------------

darrel curtis

peach muffins, 2

tangled up in you

drunk actions are sober thoughts

front lines

darry x gf who is OBSESSED w his muscles

----------------------------------

the gang-

the gang x competitive dancer

the gang x soc reader

the gang x reader who swears

gang x reader with odd music taste!!

gang x masculine reader

------------------------------------

daniel larusso-

late night dip

my gossip girl

welcome to my blog!! enjoy your stay!

hey y'all!!

my name is rhea!!

i'm a born and raised texas (yeehaw?)

(but i am ethnically half punjabi and half turkish.)

and i love the color green. my fav music artists are chappell roan and lana del rey

i am a pointe ballerina. PLS I LOVE BALLET SO MUCH

everyone is welcome to message me, let's be mutuals!!

who i write for- anyone from the outsiders and anyone from karate kid. OH also anyone from top gun (2022 or 1989) i'll update this as i join more fandoms lol. im a sucker for 80s movies

my request rules-

-i usually write character x reader. no character x character

- no (explicit) smut (sorry y'all) im not very comfortable writing it, and i have no experience anyway. i WILL write suggestive stuff, js nothing very explicit. dont be afraid to send the req in, i still may write it if it's not overly explicit.

-no incest

-although you're welcome to ask fluff, angst, crack, all that good stuff.

and my general blog rules:

-no hate. all hate comments will be reported and deleted. feel free to be kind to each other though

-no men. well, unless you're here to ACTUALLY read my stuff or interact with me in an appropriate way. all females are welcome bc i love yall and ur responsible (no hate i love my guys and gals and nonbinary pals)

thank you for reading!! i will update soon, get those requests in if you want, i'd love to get my blog started! ill also add a masterlink once i write enough fics

love, rhea

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Pride Special 2024

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Pride Special 2024

            “Yet another day full of too-much cheeriness and color,” said Wednesday, crossing her arms.

            “Oh, come on, Wednesday, you had fun last time!” said Enid, rolling her eyes.

            “Nonsense. I said it wasn’t as terrible as it could be. It is still horrible, and not in a good way,” said Wednesday.

            “Will you at least help us set up?” said (Y/N). “It isn’t crowded right now, and we’re playing some music for fun!”

            They beamed widely at Wednesday, and she noticed they already had black sweater with nonbinary-colored stitching across the bottom on. Additionally, (Y/N) had pansexual-themed earrings on.

            “It seems you’ve already started the Pride celebration,” said Wednesday.

            “I’m proud all year round,” said (Y/N) teasingly.

            “Please stay, Wednesday. You can put on the pin that (Y/N) got you last year, and it’ll be fun,” said Enid.

            “I don’t need your ‘fun,’ ” said Wednesday.

            “You don’t need our fun, but you can still have it,” said (Y/N). “We’re giving it for free.”

            “And we’re your friends. Do it for us,” said Enid.

            “I don’t have friends,” said Wednesday firmly.

            “You’re really good at lying,” laughed (Y/N), completely undeterred.

            “We’re your friends, and you know it,” said Enid.

            Wednesday crossed her arms. “If I help you put up these…colorful decorations, will you lave me be to write tonight?”

            “Yes,” said (Y/N), smiling. “We’ll get our dose of Wednesday and be content.”

            “I am not a medicine,” said Wednesday, raising a brow.

            “I was thinking more about poison,” chirped (Y/N).

            Wednesday glanced at them and cursed the poison that (Y/N)’s happiness was for her. Them seeming so excited to have her around and always comparing her to the dark subjects she preferred made her heart feel sickeningly light.

            Unfortunately, she had a permanent infection on (Y/N)—a crush. So she couldn’t not give in.

            “Very well. I’ll assist,” said Wednesday. “But do not expect more.”

            “Cross my heart and hope to die, I promise,” said (Y/N).

            Enid just pouted but nodded.

l

            “Red Wine Supernova” by Chappell Roan blasted over the speakers as people danced in the Quad. Enid danced with her boyfriend, and more couples and groups jumped up and down while screaming lyrics.

            (Y/N) laughed as they watched. They hadn’t joined yet since they didn’t really have a group and Enid was with Ajax. Plus, (Y/N) was worried they’d get too excited and steal energy from others. Still, they didn’t mind too much. It was a nice night, and Pride was fun to just witness, too. Getting to be proud of who they were—for being an outcast or for other reasons—was very important.

            “I’m surprised you’re not dancing.”

            (Y/N) jumped before turning to face Wednesday, who had popped up out of nowhere (lurking in the shadows as usual). They smiled. “Hey, Wednesday. I didn’t expect you.”

            “These people are too boisterous. I cannot focus,” said Wednesday, crossing her arms.

            (Y/N) smiled to themself. They could see Wednesday wearing the pin they had bought her for the last Pride event, so they knew that, despite Wednesday’s proclamations that being there was a mishap, she had put a miniscule amount of effort into coming.

            “Right. Well, you’re welcome to hang out with me until the party dies down enough for you to write,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Wednesday nodded. The pair stood in silence as the dance continued, but Wednesday turned to face (Y/N). “I have this.” She held out her hand.

            (Y/N) glanced down to find a pair of earrings that were shaped like scythes. Instead of a silver or black metal, though, they shone iridescently—rainbow.

            “They’re very nice,” said (Y/N) appreciatively.

            “Take them,” said Wednesday. “I ordered them in black, and these came by mistake.”

            She was lying through her teeth, but what was she supposed to say, that she intentionally came with a gift to (Y/N) to repay them for the pin? Nonsense, that would be admitting that she thought about them more than she did anybody else.

            (Y/N) smiled, and Wednesday had a suspicion they saw through her but were kind enough to not say anything.

            “Thank you, Wednesday,” said (Y/N). They took off their current earrings, pocketed them, and put on Wednesday’s gifts. “How do I look?”

            “Very reaper-like,” said Wednesday.

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Seeing them in her gift with that smile, Wednesday’s heart pounded. She was suddenly very pleased with herself. Turning away from them, she cleared her throat.

            “You should dance,” said Wednesday. Anything to get (Y/N) away from her before she acted any more vulnerable around them.

            “I’m worried I might drain someone out of excitement,” said (Y/N) sheepishly.

            Wednesday raised a brow. “Nonsense. You have improved your control.”

            “Have I really though?” said (Y/N).

            “I have to do everything around here,” grumbled Wednesday, deciding she refused to let (Y/N) talk like that about themself. “We’re dancing.” She grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and pulled them towards the dance floor.

            (Y/N) smiled as they looked at Wednesday’s hand and gripped it properly. “Okay!”

            We’re dancing.

            (Y/N)’s grin widened.

            We.

            What a nice word.

Taglist:

@strawberriesareprettycool

@im-making-an-effort

@champagnewitnocham

@simpcreator

@ksunoosworld

@dot-and-co

@genderfluid-anime-goth

@itsyapeepkiri

@daza1s-w1fe

@tired-writing-reader

@mary-jinx

@ognenniyvolk

@under-kitty

@colezb

@simp4natasha

@emily-roberts

@left-and-right-up-and-down

@star583

@rainbow-love4ever

@nemtodd-barnes1923

@likefirenrain

@ziro-the-null-god

@youralphawolf72

@mjoiner1136

@alexkolax

[likeagrapefruit]

okay an elaboration for @bill-blake-fans-anonymous (and for me)

I've been reading over the introduction to The Queer Art of Failure by Halberstam and he cites this text Seeing Like a State by James C Scott which I have not read so, grain of salt there, but there's a wikipedia summary. Anyway, Halberstam says "Scott identifies "legibility" as the favored technique of high modernism for sorting, organizing, and profiting from land and people and for abstracting systems of knowledge from local knowledge practices" and goes on to acknowledge several implications of this, like subjects who become visible to the state and then are manipulable by the state. So we could think of the way that introducing an 'X' gender marker on official documentation then creates a "third category" of gender where previously we might see an ad hoc, flexible, personal, local, etc etc conception of nonbinary relation to gender, now there is - in an official capacity - a third category that is readable by state apparatus and bureaucracy and can be used for all kinds of purposes, nefarious or otherwise. That's an example that lands for me, but something more in line with Scott seems like it would be like, instead of a locally useful kind of measurement like "how many cows can we raise on this field" you need a more broadly understandable and transferrable form of measurement like "how many acres is that field" or something. In any case, the point is the way that regulation and management at scale often requires the flattening of knowledge and making it consistent, defining terms, that sort of thing.

Because I have library brain, one of the things that this reminds me of is the kinds of weird things that need to happen when you're trying to store and catalog vast quantities of information in a way that is not only understandable for a scholar/reader/researcher trying to access a particular kind of information but is also understandable to a computer. So… your metadata increasingly needs to be highly consistent. Like, there's a way in which a human person scanning a list of categories might be able to make flexible human judgments about related categories or even synonyms. If I'm looking for something about women, I might be scanning for terms like female, woman, girl, whatever. But also if I see something like "corsetry" or "childbirth" or something, my human brain might be like, hmm that's going to also maybe have something to do with women or make reference to gender in a way that's related to what I'm looking for. Not a great example but the point is that a computer can't make inferences like that, and for a really long time now that has meant that keywords become increasingly important for organizing and searching out information. It matters what the metadata says very specifically because computers are very inflexible in what they recognize as being "related" or "the same".

I actually have often wondered about this with identity labels and the fixation on labels and how they're used among young queer people, like all the discourse around microlabels that went around early tumblr days. It's because if you're seeking out your community, agreed upon and consistent tagging is crucial for actually finding what you're looking for. Historically, the word that someone called themselves was less important than the more salient ways we recognize each other in person - style, action, way of being, etc.

But the advent of AI algorithms on social media changes this relationship to keywords a ton. Large language models are in fact highly associative… but the way they do this is also distinctly not human and is kind of a black box. They perceive statistical connections, like okay a lot of the people who watch tiktok videos with this Chappell Roan sound also tend to watch tiktok videos that contain the tag #queer and also that sounds is applied to a disproportionate amount of videos where someone says the term "pop music" and now the tiktok algorithm appears able to "comprehend" on some level that Chappell Roan is queer pop music. And might be able to deliver someone who likes Chappell other queer pop artists, and that feels good. But also it's going to make other associations, and it's totally unclear what associations are going to be "sticky". Like maybe it's not about what's tagged queer but it just associates greener backgrounds with Chappell because millennials are more likely to pose themselves in front of their many houseplants or whatever. It's totally unclear what an AI is linking or not, and I don't know what I think about the different kinds of "affinity pressure" so to speak that it introduces into the discoverability ecosystem of social media.

This soup of thoughts about legibility/tagging/keywords/illegibility seems to me like it has some kind of relationship to discourse about "gatekeeping". The expectation of everything as findable, the expectation that it should all be understandable by any audience member regardless of context or effort, the anger at feeling that these expectations have been disappointed. It seems related to me but I can't quite put my finger on it

ok this is a very loosely formed train of thought but. i think there is something going on with:

- legibility as a crucial tool of the state & bureaucracy

- legibility as a central focus of information organization and accessibility in contexts of the internet, as in tagging for example, but also more “sophisticated” tools like ai interpreting & clustering content to serve up “intelligently” as in the tiktok algorithm

- the discursive obsession with “gatekeeping”

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Crumbling Health

|| Chappell Roan x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; reader throws up, sick reader, anxiety mentions, reader scared of the doctors, going to the doctors, little dialogue, some fluff at the end, short drabble

|| Summary; when Chappell takes reader to the doctors, reader can't help feeling some anxiety about being there.

Requests closed!

Started; December 17th

Finished; December 17th

Anon Request; Chappell takes scared reader to the doctors

~~~

The doctors was your least favourite place to go; but you were sick and it didn't seem to be getting any better. Chappell had spent the last hour or so trying to convince you to go. She half debated just tricking you, but then she would feel bad after if she did. So, she kept to the honest route. As difficult as it seemed to be.

Eventually, she managed to get you up. You really didn't want to leave your bed. You felt nauseous just sitting up. This would turn into a mess. Chappell, however, didn't seem to care. More focused on her partner's crumbling health. Her arm wrapped around yours, keeping you on your feet. Watching you with caution.

"You gonna throw up?" Chappell asked, you really didn't know. Feeling stuck between a yes and a no. Just in case, Chappell grabbed the bedside trash can she'd previously placed there when you first started getting sick.

You slumped against her. Letting her carry your weight because you really couldn't walk. Everything felt dizzy. As though you were walking on the deck of a ship in a massive storm. Swaying from side to side. Chappell didn't mind, she was here to help you after all.

The car trip was probably the worst part of it all. You'd thrown up a couple of times, Chappell wanted nothing more than to check on you. But she had to focus on getting you to the doctors. She stole glances in your direction, worry lacing her eyes. Her hands on the wheel gripping tighter. Come on.

When they finally got there, she jumped out of the car and got you inside. You fought back a bit. Really not wanting to go in. Of course, you knew you had to. The doctors were just terrifying. Not the people themselves, they were usually pretty nice. Just everything about the place made your anxiety spike.

It was a wait before the doctors got to you. Chappell tried to rush the lines, but even her celebrity status couldn't get you through much faster. She was relieved when the doctor called your name. Getting up with you. The check up went by smoothly, the doctor going through their usual routines with you. You kept a firm grip to Chappell's hand. Just waiting until it was over. You wanted nothing more than to go home. This was just horrible.

Time dragged the more your anxiety took over. It felt like forever before your medication was handed to you and the instructions were given. Chappell paid attention since she figured you wouldn't be able to remember much with how out of focus you were.

The hard part was finished; you were now back in the car. Getting home. The drive back was less tense, though you still threw up. Chappell made a mental note to fabreeze her car later.

At home, she got you back to bed. Getting some food for you to take your medications with," there. That wasn't too bad, was it?"

You huffed. Taking a small bite of the food, knowing too much would make you throw up again," it was awful. I probably have more germs on me now than before."

Chappell made a sound between a snort and a laugh, gently brushing some hair out of your face," rest up, love. Need anything else?"

"You. And maybe a shower," you murmured. Chappell smiled at that. She stayed and cuddled with you while you ate your food, keeping a close eye on you. She only wanted the best for you; and would make sure you had it. Even when you were sick.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Movie Night 💋

|| Reneé Rapp x Chappell Roan x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; age regress reader, caretaker Reneé/Chappell, fluff/comfort, kinda short drabble

|| Summary; when Reneé and Chappell find a regressed reader, they decide to have a movie night.

Requests closed!

Started; December 1st

Finished; December 2nd

Anon Request; Reneé + Chappell taking care of regressed reader who's at six ish

~~~

When your girls found you, you were curled up in a couple of blankets. Holding a squishmellow that Chappell had gifted you while watching your favourite cartoons. They could instantly tell you had regressed. They weren't sure to what age, but they'd worry about that later. Chappell settled herself beside you on the bed, arm wrapped around your waist with a smile.

"Hey, you doing okay?" She asked. You simply nodded, snuggling right up into her. Cheek to her chest. It was clear you must've been a younger age. You weren't talkative. That usually happened when you went younger. If she had to guess, you were somewhere below ten right now. Her thumb idly traced shapes into your side. Creating a soothing gesture for you. The touch made you giggle a bit, being ticklish.

Reneé joined you on your other side, sitting herself on the edge of the bed. Watching you and Chappell. She glanced to the TV, seeing your favourite cartoon on. The blonde looked back to you and gave your hand a gentle squeeze," how about some popcorn? Make it a movie night?" She asked, wanting to make you feel better. Your eyes lit up and you nodded again. A big smile on your face now. Good.

Chappell chuckled and gave your shoulder a nudge to get your attention," how about you and I make a blanket fort while Neé does that?"

"Yes!!" You cheered. So, you weren't young enough you couldn't talk. But your tone did have that little kid stumble to it. She gently moved a bit of your hair out of your face, cupping the side of your cheek as she looked into your eyes.

"Alright, baby. Pick out what blankets you wanna use." Chappell was being incredibly careful not to swear. She knows she has a habit of doing it quite a bit, but when you got like this she tried to be mindful. Same with Reneé. They knew you didn't like hearing them swear when you were like this. Often saying 'potty mouth' when you heard it. Or something close to that.

Reneé stood and made her way out of the room, heading to the kitchen to make the popcorn. She knew all your favourite toppings and powders. So she got that all out while the bag was placed into the microwave. She checked the cupboards for any other snacks you might have. Finding your favourite candies and chips. She grabbed those too, putting them in bowls. Then Reneé opened the fridge. Getting your favourite juice or pop. Pouring it into glasses.

Meanwhile you and Chappell had gathered some blankets and were finding ways to turn the bed into a fort. Chappell had grabbed a broom, using the end of it to hold up the blanket in the centre. Then created a pillow pile around the broom with you. Using squishmellows, stuffies, pillows, everything to make it comfy. Around the part of the broom that was still visible, Chappell found some fairy lights to add. You clapped when saw them. Feeling incredibly excited, you loved lights.

"We're adding lights?!" You asked, Chappell smiled and nodded.

"Damn right we are, baby. What kind of fort doesn't have fairy lights?" You couldn't argue with that logic. She wrapped them around the broom handle, letting you help her.

By the time Reneé got back, the fort was complete. She looked at it with a proud smile, admiring the work you and Chappell did together. "Looks awesome. Woah, lights too?" She said when she saw the lights. Knowing just how much you loved them. Your smile got bigger when Reneé talked about the lights.

"Yeah!!" You got yourself snuggled up in the bed fort, with Chappell joining you. The front was opened so you had the perfect view of the tv. Reneé placed the snacks on the bed and drinks on the bedside table before she joined you. Taking a picture of the three of you with the caption; Movie Night 💋.

Curled up together, the three of you watched your favourite cartoon. It wasn't long before you fell asleep between them.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Reneé x Chappell Masterlist

Big Fucking Deal

-reader's first glance at an awards ceremony... definitely the trigger for a panic attack. Chappell and Reneé help out.

(established relationship.)

Both? Both.

-after Chappell leaves, reader and Reneé have a difficult talk about where their relationship stands.

(established relationship, technically.)

Absolute Train Wreck

-when Chappell and Reneé get home, they make sure to take care of reader.

(smut.)

Movie Night 💋

-when Reneé and Chappell find a regressed reader, they decide to have a movie night.

(established relationship.)

Waterfall Button

-when Chappell and Reneé come home to find reader upset, they comfort reader in more ways than one.

(smut.)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

yall should really check out my fandom lists

you might be surprised who you find there

i promise i write for so many different things

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

pick a number between 1 and 15

idk what request to work on🙏