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Throwing shit PT1

Just y/n and Reneé throwing stuff at each other but it ends well in pt2, i promise

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The apartment crackled with tension, the air thick with unresolved frustration. Reneé Rapp, the renowned singer, stood facing her girlfriend, Y/N, their voices rising in a tumultuous crescendo. Y/N's accusation hung heavy in the air like a discordant note in an otherwise perfect melody.

"I can't believe you're defending him again!" Y/N's voice cut through the room, her eyes ablaze with anger.

Reneé's own frustration boiled over. "I've told you a million times, there's nothing going on between me and my guitarist!"

Y/N scoffed, disbelief etched on her face. "Oh, please! I'm not blind, Reneé. I see the way he looks at you during your performances."

Reneé shook her head, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "That's ridiculous! He's just my guitarist, nothing more."

The tension thickened, suffocating the room with its intensity. Then, in a moment of rage, Y/N grabbed a glass from the countertop and hurled it at Reneé.

The glass shattered against the wall, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. Reneé recoiled, her eyes widening in shock as she dodged the projectile.

"You're insane!" Reneé yelled, her voice trembling with anger.

Fueled by adrenaline and fury, Reneé retaliated, grabbing a nearby plate and hurling it back at Y/N with equal force. The plate crashed against the floor, scattering ceramic shrapnel across the room.

Y/N's eyes flashed with fury as she lunged forward, her voice rising to a deafening scream. "How dare you!"

Reneé matched her intensity, her own voice a fierce counterpoint. "How dare I? How dare you!"

The apartment reverberated with their heated argument, the walls practically vibrating with their conflicting emotions. Insults flew like arrows in a battlefield of words, each one striking its mark with deadly accuracy.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N finally reached her breaking point. "I'm done! I'm going to bed, and you can sleep on the couch for all I care!"

Reneé's jaw clenched, her fists still trembling with anger. "Fine! Maybe I will!"

With that final declaration, Y/N stormed off, leaving Reneé standing alone in the wreckage of their fight.

The next morning dawned with a heavy weight lingering in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to seep into every corner of the apartment. Reneé awoke with a sense of dread knotting in her stomach, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind like a broken record.

As she stumbled off the sofa, her muscles aching from the restless sleep on the couch, Reneé found herself confronted once again by the aftermath of their explosive argument. Broken glass glinted on the floor, a stark reminder of the violence that had erupted between them.

Y/N emerged from the bedroom, her expression still etched with resentment as she cast a cold glance in Reneé's direction. "You're still here?"

Reneé bristled at the accusation, her own anger reigniting at the sight of Y/N's dismissive demeanor. "Where else would I be?"

Y/N scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I don't know, maybe off cozying up to your precious guitarist!"

Reneé's temper flared at the implication, her fists clenching at her sides. "For the last time, there's nothing going on between me and him!"

The familiar refrain of their argument echoed through the apartment, each accusation and denial adding fuel to the fire of their conflict. Before either of them could stop it, the tension escalated once again into a full-blown shouting match.

Insults flew like arrows, each one sharper and more cutting than the last. Reneé's voice rose to a fever pitch as she hurled verbal barbs at Y/N, each word laced with venomous intent. Y/N, equally incensed, launched her own barrage of insults in return, their voices melding together in a cacophony of anger and resentment.

In a moment of blind rage, Reneé seized the nearest object—a decorative vase—and hurled it across the room with all her might. The vase shattered against the wall, sending shards of porcelain cascading to the floor in a symphony of destruction.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at the display of aggression, her own fury reaching a boiling point. With a primal scream, she retaliated, grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and launching it back at Reneé with surprising force.

The pillow collided with Reneé's chest, momentarily knocking the wind out of her sails. But instead of backing down, Reneé's resolve only strengthened, her determination to win this battle of wills burning fiercely within her.

The apartment became a battleground, each room a theater of war as Reneé and Y/N waged their verbal warfare with unrelenting ferocity. Furniture toppled, dishes shattered, and tempers flared hotter than the flames of their passion.

And yet, beneath the surface of their tumultuous conflict, a spark of something else simmered—a flicker of longing, of desire, of the love that still bound them together despite the chaos that threatened to tear them apart.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its warm golden glow through the windows, Reneé and Y/N found themselves locked in a silent standoff, their breaths heavy and labored, their eyes locked in a silent battle

Reneé and Y/N stood amidst the wreckage of their argument, a sudden knock echoed through the apartment, breaking the heavy silence like a discordant note in an otherwise somber melody. Both women turned towards the door, their expressions a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

Reneé hesitated, her hand hovering uncertainly over the doorknob. "Who could that be?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable. "Probably just the neighbors, complaining about the noise again."

With a resigned sigh, Reneé opened the door to reveal their neighbors standing in the hallway, their faces drawn into expressions of thinly veiled annoyance.

"We couldn't help but notice the, uh, passionate discussion you two were having," one of the neighbors said, their tone dripping with sarcasm. "We were just wondering if you could keep it down a bit. We're trying to watch TV, you know."

Y/N's jaw dropped in disbelief at the audacity of their neighbors. "Are you kidding me right now?"

The neighbors merely shrugged, their indifference infuriating in its arrogance. "Just a friendly request, that's all. Thank you very much."

As the neighbors retreated back into their own apartment, Reneé and Y/N exchanged incredulous glances, both equally appalled by the encounter. But before they could dwell on it any further, the reality of their situation came crashing back down upon them.

With a heavy sigh, Reneé turned back towards the apartment, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Well, I guess we should start cleaning up this mess."

Y/N nodded in agreement, her own frustration still simmering beneath the surface. As they began to pick up the pieces of their shattered argument, the tension between them remained palpable, a silent barrier that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

"It's always the same," Reneé muttered under her breath, her voice heavy with resignation.

Y/N heard the words, her own anger flaring once again. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Reneé glanced up, her expression guarded. "It means that no matter how many times we fight, nothing ever seems to change."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Maybe if you understood how it felt, you'd do something about it."

Reneé bristled at the accusation, her own frustration boiling over. "Oh, and what exactly am I supposed to do?"

Before Y/N could respond, Reneé dropped a bombshell that sent shockwaves rippling through the room. "I invited Evan over to have dinner with us tonight."

Y/N's mouth fell open in shock, her anger giving way to disbelief. "You did what?"

Reneé met her gaze evenly, her resolve unwavering. "You heard me. Evan's coming over, whether you like it or not."

With that final declaration, Y/N stormed off towards the bedroom, her footsteps echoing loudly against the hardwood floors. Slamming the door shut behind her, she left Reneé standing alone in the aftermath of their latest confrontation, her heart heavy with regret and uncertainty.

The day dragged on with an oppressive weight, each passing hour stretching into eternity as Y/N remained holed up in the bedroom, her anger simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. Meanwhile, Reneé tried in vain to carry on with her day, the tension between her and Y/N hanging heavy in the air like a thick fogge

As evening approached, Reneé knew that she couldn't avoid the inevitable any longer. With a heavy sigh, she approached the closed bedroom door, steeling herself for what lay beyond.

"Y/N," Reneé called out, her voice tentative. "We need to get ready for dinner."

There was no response, only the sound of silence echoing back at her like a mocking reminder of their strained relationship.

With a resigned shake of her head, Reneé pushed open the door to find Y/N sitting on the bed, her expression stony and unreadable.

Reneé tried to mask her disappointment as she crossed the room to the closet, her fingers trailing over the fabric of her dresses as she searched for the perfect outfit.

Y/N remained silent as Reneé changed into a cute dress, her eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the confines of the bedroom walls.

Once they were both dressed and ready, Reneé made her way to the kitchen where she had already prepared dinner, the savory aroma of her cooking filling the apartment with a tantalizing scent.

As Reneé set the table with meticulous care, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Evan's arrival would only serve to further exacerbate the tension between her and Y/N, but she had made a commitment and she intended to see it through.

Just as Reneé finished setting the table, there came a knock at the front door, the sound echoing through the apartment like a harbinger of impending doom.

Reneé shot Y/N a warning glance as she made her way to the door, silently urging her to behave herself in front of their guest.

Y/N rolled her eyes in response, her expression a mask of indifference as she reluctantly followed Reneé to the living room.

With a deep breath, Reneé opened the door to reveal Evan standing on the threshold, his smile charming and disarming in equal measure.

"Hey, Reneé! Thanks for inviting me over," Evan said, his eyes lingering on Reneé in a way that made Y/N's blood boil.

Reneé returned his smile, though her own unease was apparent in the tightness of her expression. "Of course, Evan. Come on in."

As Evan entered the apartment, Y/N forced herself to plaster on a fake smile, her teeth gritted in a silent display of restraint.

Reneé led Evan to the dining table, where he took his seat with a flourish, his eyes never leaving Reneé's form as she bustled about the kitchen, fetching plates and serving dishes with practiced ease.

Y/N busied herself with pouring wine, her hands trembling slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Evan's unwavering gaze.

Throughout the meal, Evan's attention remained firmly fixed on Reneé, his compliments bordering on the excessive as he praised her cooking and commented on how good she looked in her dress.

Y/N seethed with silent rage, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she fought to keep her temper in check.

Reneé, for her part, seemed oblivious to the tension that hung thick in the air, her own anger towards Y/N overshadowed by her discomfort at Evan's overt flirtations.

As the evening wore on, Y/N found herself growing more and more agitated, her patience wearing thin as Evan continued to push the boundaries of propriety with his incessant touching and suggestive comments.

Finally, unable to contain her frustration any longer, Y/N rose abruptly from the table, her chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor as she stormed off towards the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her with a resounding thud.

Reneé and Evan exchanged awkward glances across the table, the silence that followed deafening in its intensity.

With a heavy sigh, Reneé pushed her plate away, her appetite ruined by the palpable tension that now filled the room.

As she met Evan's gaze, a flicker of uncertainty passed between them, both keenly aware of the rift that had formed between Reneé and Y/N—and the role that Evan had unwittingly played in widening that divide.

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Rapp's curse PT3

waring: eh sad shit? past troubles ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/n watched Kate walk away, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her anger simmering just below the surface. "I could kill that girl," she growled, her voice low and dangerous.

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged worried glances, knowing that Y/n's fiery temper was not to be underestimated. "Come on, Y/n, let's just go to class," Ayla urged, placing a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to reign in her emotions. "Fine," she muttered through gritted teeth, her irritation palpable.

With Ayla and Kimberly's encouragement, Y/n reluctantly began to walk towards their class, her steps heavy with frustration.

Once they settled into their seats in the classroom, Y/n pulled out her phone and began to text Reneé, her fingers tapping out her frustrations.

Cutie🩵🧸: That bitch Kate just won't leave me alone. I swear, I could scream.💋

💞Queen💞: I'm sorry, babe. I wish I could be there with you. Don't worry, I'll deal with her.❤️

Cutie🩵🧸 It's not worth it, Reneé. She's not worth your time.💋

💞Queen💞: She may not be worth my time, but you are. I'm on my way, and I'll have a little chat with the bitch.❤️

Y/n, lost in her own anger, didn't see Reneé's text, too focused on her own frustration to notice the incoming message. As she stewed in her anger, she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated.

As Reneé arrived at the campus, she muttered to herself, trying to figure out how the hell she was going to find Kate in the sea of students milling about. She walked around, scanning the crowd in hopes of catching a glimpse of the girl who had been causing her girlfriend so much trouble.

Finally, Reneé spotted Kate walking a bit further from her, and she wasted no time in calling out for her. "Hey, Kate!" she called, her voice cutting through the chatter of the campus.

Kate stopped in her tracks, turning to see Reneé approaching. A smirk played at the corners of her lips as she greeted Reneé. "Well, well, if it isn't the famous Reneé Rapp," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "What brings you to our humble campus?"

Ignoring Kate's snarky comment, Reneé's expression hardened as she stepped closer to the girl. "I want to talk," she said, her voice firm.

Kate's smirk widened as she leaned in closer to Reneé, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure we can find something better to do than talk," she purred, her tone suggestive.

Reneé's jaw clenched at Kate's blatant flirting, and she took a step back, her eyes narrowing as she looked the girl up and down. "Save it, Kate," she growled, her patience wearing thin. "What's your problem?"

Kate's smirk faltered slightly at Reneé's tone, but she quickly recovered, her flirtatious demeanor returning in full force. "No problem here, darling," she replied smoothly, her eyes raking over Reneé's form. "Just enjoying the view."

Reneé resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Kate's antics, her frustration mounting with every passing second. "Cut the crap, Kate," she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "I know you've been bothering Y/n, and I won't stand for it. What's your game?"

Reneé's patience was wearing thin as Kate continued to flirt and evade the issue at hand. She clenched her fists at her sides, her anger simmering just below the surface.

"Listen here, Kate," Reneé growled, her voice low and dangerous. "I don't know what your deal is, but if you think you can mess with Y/n and get away with it, you've got another thing coming."

Kate's smirk faltered slightly at Reneé's threatening tone, but she quickly recovered, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Oh, please," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're some big shot who can intimidate me. I've dealt with bigger and badder than you, sweetheart."

Reneé's eyes narrowed dangerously at Kate's words, her fists clenching even tighter at her sides. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," she shot back, her voice ice cold. "I'll make sure you regret ever messing with Y/n."

Kate laughed, a cruel sound that grated on Reneé's nerves. "You think you can scare me, Reneé?" she taunted, taking a step closer to the singer. "I'd like to see you try."

Reneé's temper flared at Kate's audacity, and before she could stop herself, she lunged forward, grabbing Kate by the collar of her shirt and pinning her against the nearest wall. "You listen to me, you little brat," she spat, her voice seething with anger. "If you so much as look at Y/n the wrong way again, I'll make sure you regret it. Do you understand me?"

Kate's eyes widened in surprise at Reneé's sudden aggression, but she quickly recovered, her smirk returning as she met Reneé's gaze head-on. "You're all talk, Reneé," she sneered. "I'm not afraid of you, and neither is Y/n."

Reneé's grip tightened on Kate's collar, her anger boiling over as she fought to control herself. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "Cross me again, and you'll regret it."

With that, Reneé released Kate, shoving her away with a final glare before storming off, her fists still clenched at her sides. Kate watched her go, her smirk fading as she realized she may have underestimated the singer's resolve. And as she rubbed the sore spot on her collar where Reneé had grabbed her, she couldn't shake the feeling that she may have just made a very dangerous enemy.

As Y/n, Kimberly, and Ayla walked out of their class, they made their way towards a bench to sit and chat. However, their plans were interrupted when Kate angrily stormed up to Y/n, her expression filled with hostility.

Y/n's irritation flared up at the sight of Kate approaching again. "What do you want now, Kate?" she demanded, her tone sharp with annoyance.

Kate wasted no time in launching into a tirade about Reneé and how she had been threatened by the singer. Y/n's eyes widened in shock as she glanced down at her phone, only to see the text from Reneé that she had missed earlier.

Feeling a surge of anger, Y/n turned to face Kate, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You have some nerve, Kate," she snapped, her voice trembling with emotion. "Threatening me and then coming here to cause more trouble."

Ayla and Kimberly, sensing the tension escalating, stepped forward to stand protectively in front of Y/n, their expressions fierce as they glared at Kate.

"You need to back off, Kate," Ayla warned, her voice firm and unwavering. "We won't let you bully Y/n anymore."

Kate sneered at the trio, her eyes flashing with malice. "Or what?" she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "Are you going to call Reneé again and have her come save you?"

Before Y/n could respond, a voice cut through the tension, causing everyone to turn in surprise. "Y/n doesn't need to call me," Reneé's voice said, her tone calm but filled with authority. "Because I'm right here."

Turning around, Y/n's eyes widened in shock as she saw Reneé standing behind them, her expression determined as she faced off against Kate.

Reneé stepped in front of Kate, her demeanor was fierce and unwavering. "I just told you to stop bothering Y/n, and yet here I find you again," she growled, her voice dripping with frustration.

Kate smirked defiantly, undeterred by Reneé's warning. "I'll speak to the tabloids about how you threaten me," she threatened, her voice laced with malice.

Reneé chuckled darkly, her eyes narrowing as she faced off against Kate. "Go ahead, Kate," she retorted, her tone icy. "But let me tell you something. My lawyers can break you in one second, and I don't think your precious little head can take that."

Kate scoffed, her bravado faltering slightly at Reneé's words. "You think you can scare me?" she sneered, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Pathetic. Y/n doesn't need you to defend her."

Y/n, unable to contain her anger any longer, launched herself forward, her fist connecting with Kate's face in a swift punch. The impact sent shockwaves through the crowd, and everyone watched in stunned silence as Y/n and Kate began to exchange blows.

Reneé quickly moved to intervene, trying to pull Y/n away from Kate before things escalated further. Meanwhile, Kimberly rushed forward to help separate the two girls, her expression filled with concern.

Ayla, on the other hand, stood back with a scoff, her arms crossed over her chest. "Yeah, sure, like I'm going to save that bitch from Y/n's fists," she muttered under her breath, her disdain evident in her voice. "She deserves it."

Kimberly shot Ayla a glare, her voice rising in frustration. "Ayla, stop being so stubborn and help us break them apart!" she shouted, her tone filled with urgency.

the fight between Y/n and Kate escalated, Kate spat out hurtful comments with venomous intent. "You think you're so special because you're with Reneé?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Well, newsflash, sweetheart, she's only with you because she feels sorry for you."

Y/n's fists clenched at her sides, her anger boiling over at Kate's cruel words. "Shut the hell up, Kate!" she shouted, her voice laced with rage. "You don't know anything about me or my relationship!"

But Kate was relentless, her words cutting deep as she continued to hurl insults at Y/n. "You're just a pathetic little girl who can't stand up for herself," she taunted, her voice filled with malice. "You need Reneé to fight your battles for you because you're too weak to do it yourself."

Y/n's temper flared at Kate's relentless barrage of insults, and she lunged forward, tackling Kate to the ground in a fit of rage. "You're the weak one, you bitch!" she spat, her voice raw with fury.

As the two girls grappled on the ground, their fists flying and curses filling the air, Reneé and Kimberly frantically tried to pull them apart, their voices raised in desperation.

"Y/n, stop it!" Reneé shouted, her hands gripping Y/n's shoulders as she tried to pry her girlfriend away from Kate.

But Y/n was beyond reason, her vision clouded by rage as she continued to rain blows down on Kate. "I'll show you who's weak, you miserable excuse for a human being!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with anger.

Meanwhile, Ayla watched the chaos unfold with a mixture of shock and disbelief, unable to tear her eyes away from the violent scene before her.

As the fight between Y/n and Kate reached its peak, Kate's viciousness knew no bounds as she spewed out a truly hurtful comment. "You know what, Y/n?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "I didn't need Reneé to feel good. It felt amazing to cheat on you."

Y/n froze in her tracks, her heart sinking at Kate's callous words. The shock of the betrayal left her speechless, her mind reeling as she struggled to process what she had just heard.

Kimberly, who had been trying to separate the two girls, immediately let go of Kate and turned to her with a look of disbelief. "Oh no, you did not just say that," she exclaimed, her voice filled with outrage.

Y/n's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her eyes burning with anger as she locked gazes with Kate. "You know what, Kate?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "Fine. I hope cheating on me was everything you ever wanted."

With those words, Y/n turned on her heel and marched towards Reneé's Range Rover, her steps purposeful and determined. She climbed into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut behind her as she tried to push aside the hurt and betrayal that threatened to consume her.

Meanwhile, Kate stood rooted to the spot, her expression a mix of anger and confusion as she watched Y/n's retreating figure. She couldn't understand why Y/n's reaction had been so intense, but she couldn't deny the pang of guilt that gnawed at her conscience.

Reneé, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mixture of shock and fury, turned to face Kate with a steely glare. Without a word, she lunged forward, her fist connecting with Kate's nose in a swift punch.

Kate stumbled backwards, clutching her bleeding nose in shock as Reneé stormed past her, her expression dark with anger. Grabbing Y/n's bag, she turned to Ayla and Kimberly, her voice terse. "Get in the car," she ordered, her tone brooking no argument.

Ayla hesitated, her brow furrowed with concern. "But what about school?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, frustration evident in her voice as she slapped Ayla on the back of the head. "Y/n is more important right now," she scolded, her tone firm. "Get in the car."

With a sigh, Ayla nodded in agreement, realizing that Y/n needed their support now more than ever. As they climbed into the Range Rover, the tension in the air was palpable, and no one dared to speak as they drove away from the chaos of the campus, leaving Kate behind to nurse her wounds and ponder the consequences of her actions.

Reneé drove the Range Rover, the tension inside the car was palpable. Y/n stared out the window, her expression stony and distant, clearly not in the mood to talk. Ayla and Kimberly sat silently in the backseat, exchanging worried glances as they pondered how to comfort their friend.

Sensing the need to break the silence, Reneé cleared her throat, addressing Ayla and Kimberly. "Are you both okay with coming to Y/n and my house, or do you need me to drop you off at your houses?" she asked, her tone gentle.

Kimberly nodded, her expression determined. "I'm okay with coming," she replied, pulling out her phone to text her mom and let her know she would be staying at Y/n's.

Ayla hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "I live alone, so I'm fine too," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness.

As they arrived at Reneé and Y/n's house, Y/n wasted no time in storming inside, leaving the others to follow in her wake. Reneé sighed, exchanging a worried glance with Ayla and Kimberly before grabbing their schoolbags and heading inside.

In the kitchen, Reneé busied herself with getting drinks for everyone, her mind racing with concern for Y/n. Ayla and Kimberly leaned against the counter, petting Charlie and Freddy in an attempt to soothe their own nerves.

After a moment of awkward silence, Reneé spoke up, her voice tentative. "I knew that Kate had cheated on Y/n, but it seems like there's more to it," she said, her brow furrowed with concern.

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged a knowing look, realizing that it was time to reveal the truth about Y/n's past relationship with Kate. Kimberly took a deep breath, steeling herself before speaking.

"Y/n and Kate had been together for a year, and Y/n was completely head over heels for her," she began, her voice filled with empathy. "But Kate always wanted more – expensive jewelry, cars, you name it. Y/n couldn't afford to keep up with her demands, and out of revenge, Kate slept with Maxine."

Ayla looked down, her heart aching for her friend. "Y/n caught them in the act, and she was absolutely heartbroken," she added softly.

Reneé's eyes widened in shock as she processed the revelation. "I had no idea," she murmured, her voice filled with sympathy for Y/n. "No wonder she can't stand Kate."

Kimberly and Ayla listened to Reneé's shocked response, Kimberly felt compelled to share more about Y/N's struggles after the heartbreak caused by Kate's betrayal. "We've known Y/N since we were toddlers," she began, her voice tinged with sadness. "We've been best friends for as long as I can remember, and I've never seen her in so much pain as when Kate cheated on her."

Ayla nodded in agreement, her expression solemn. "Y/N stopped eating, drank a lot, and never really went outside," she added quietly, her gaze distant as she recalled those difficult months. "It went on for three months, and then Y/N started to eat again, stopped drinking, and got outside again."

Kimberly's face brightened with a small smile as she continued, "That was around the period she must have met you, Reneé, because a month later Y/N told me she had a girlfriend."

Reneé's smile widened at the realization, her heart warming at the thought of being the source of Y/N's happiness. "I did meet Y/N around that time," she confirmed, her voice soft with affection. "And when I first saw her, I was immediately attracted to her."

Kimberly and Ayla exchanged knowing glances, sharing a silent understanding of the depth of Y/N's happiness. "Y/N looked happy again," Kimberly remarked, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

Ayla nodded in agreement, her eyes softening with empathy. "She didn't need to tell me for me to see she was happy again," she added softly, her heart swelling with love for her dear friend.

As the weight of the conversation hung heavy in the air, Ayla took a deep breath, her voice filled with sincerity. "Look, Kimberly and I only want the best for Y/N," she began, her gaze locking with Reneé's. "She's been through hell, and we don’t want her to be hurt again."

Kimberly nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "I don’t know how much Y/N has told you about herself, but please be patient with her," she added, her voice soft but firm.

Just then, Y/N appeared in the kitchen, her tear-streaked face downcast as she cleared her throat. She didn't look up as she responded to Kimberly's question, her voice trembling with emotion. "I haven’t told you anything about my past," she admitted, her words barely audible.

Reneé's heart clenched at the sight of Y/N's tear-streaked face, and she immediately crossed the room to her girlfriend's side. Y/N sank into a chair at the kitchen table, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion as the others gathered around her, offering their support.

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice shaky but determined as she began to open up about her past. "I've known Kimberly and Ayla since we were three," she started, her voice catching in her throat. "They've been supporting me my whole life."

She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "When I came out at 16, Kimberly and Ayla threw me a coming out party because they knew how important it was to me," she explained, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"They're like my sisters because they were there for me when my parents died when I was 13," Y/N continued, her voice growing thick with emotion. "I lived with my older sister Beth after that. But when I was 17, Beth went to uni in New York, and I lived by myself."

She took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Both Kim and Ayla were there for me through it all," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And when I got together with Kate, Ayla hated her but kept supporting me. And when I caught Kate cheating on me, I stopped eating and started drinking."

Y/N's voice trailed off, her tears flowing freely now as she remembered those dark days. "They found me wasted many nights," she admitted, her voice breaking with emotion. "But they always stuck around, never giving up on me."

As Y/n's voice trembled with emotion, Reneé wrapped her arms around her, offering comfort and support. Y/n took a shaky breath, her tears flowing freely as she continued to open up about her past struggles.

"I was a wreck," Y/n admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I woke up, drank, blacked out, woke up again, drank, and blacked out again. I was a mess, and I lashed out so many times on them when I was drunk."

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged sympathetic glances, their hearts breaking for their friend as they listened to her painful confession.

"When I went out, I was just making trouble," Y/n continued, her voice filled with regret. "And one night, I woke up in the toilet of a club with my pants down. I don’t know what happened, and I still don't."

Her words hung heavy in the air, each of them grappling with the weight of Y/n's past struggles.

"That was the turning point for me," Y/n confessed, her voice growing stronger as she recounted her journey to recovery. "I started eating again, stopped drinking, and went outside, but not to clubs."

She paused, her gaze drifting to Reneé with a soft smile. "I wrote some songs, but I never did anything with them," she admitted, her voice filled with longing. "And then, a month later, I met you in that cafe, and God, how I was falling for you."

Reneé's heart swelled with love and admiration for Y/n, her eyes shining with tears as she realized the depth of her girlfriend's strength and resilience. She squeezed Y/n's hand gently, silently promising to stand by her side through every trial and triumph.

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged knowing glances, their hearts filled with pride for their friend as they witnessed her courage in sharing her darkest moments.

As Reneé looked at her girlfriend with pride shining in her eyes, she reached out to cup Y/N's cheek tenderly. "I'm so proud of you, Cutie," she murmured, her voice filled with love and admiration. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's lips, pouring all her affection into the gentle gesture. "I really love you," she whispered, her heart swelling with emotion.

Kimberly's smile widened as she listened to Reneé's words, nodding in agreement. "Kate is just a bitch," she declared, her tone firm. "And she knows that she hurt Y/N, but she's just not worth it."

Reneé glanced around the room, her eyes alight with determination. "So, who wants takeout?" she asked, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

The girls cheered in response, their voices blending together in excitement. Y/N reached for the phone, tossing it to Ayla with a playful smile. "You can choose," she offered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Meanwhile, Y/N made her way to the fridge, retrieving some drinks with a smile. Reneé followed close behind, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a warm embrace. "I love you more than anything," she whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Y/N's head.

Y/N leaned into Reneé's embrace, inhaling her girlfriend's comforting scent. "I love you too," she murmured softly, her heart overflowing with warmth and affection.

Kimberly and Ayla exchanged amused glances as they watched the couple, their giggles bubbling up uncontrollably. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully before turning to the speaker and putting on some music. The upbeat melody of "Free" by Cat Burns filled the room, and Y/N couldn't help but sing along, her voice ringing out with confidence and joy.

"Now I'm free, now I'm free," she sang, her voice carrying the weight of her newfound liberation. "There's no way you can tell me who I'm supposed to be. See now I'm free, now I'm free. Oh, what a feeling. Oh, what a fucking relief."

The room was filled with laughter and music as the girls danced and sang along, reveling in the freedom and love that surrounded them.

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Rapp’s curse PT2

warning: smut

a/n: this part is just a middle part because part 3 will be about Kate VS Reneé but patience my friends!

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As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day, Y/n walked alongside Ayla and Kimberly towards the drop-off spot on campus. Ayla glanced at Y/n with a smile. "Hey, Y/n, you can ride with one of us if you want. We don't mind waiting with you."

Y/n shook her head, her heart fluttering with anticipation. "Thanks, but Reneé's picking me up. She should be here in about 15 minutes."

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged understanding nods before hopping into Ayla's car and driving off, leaving Y/n to wait on a bench near the entrance.

As Y/n immersed herself in her book, the minutes ticked by slowly. After what felt like an eternity, a familiar figure approached, causing Y/n to look up with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"What do you want, Kate?" Y/n asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

Kate smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just checking in on how your miserable life is going."

Y/n rolled her eyes, refusing to engage with Kate's baiting. "It's none of your business, Kate. Now, leave me alone."

Before Kate could respond, the sound of a car pulling up caught both of their attention. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she saw Reneé's sleek Range Rover approaching.

As Y/n stood up to greet her girlfriend, Reneé stepped out of the car and walked up behind Kate, a look of determination on her face. Y/n and Kate were both too preoccupied to notice her presence.

Kate scoffed, mockingly asking, "So, how's single life treating you?"

But before Y/n could respond, Reneé cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Actually, Y/n can't know how single life is because she wasn't single at all."

Kate turned around, her eyes widening in recognition as she locked eyes with Reneé. "Wait, you're Reneé Rapp, the singer?"

Reneé nodded, her expression guarded as she assessed the situation. Y/n rolled her eyes at Kate's sudden change in demeanor, knowing she was about to start fangirling.

"OMG, I'm such a huge fan! I loved you in Mean Girls!" Kate gushed, completely forgetting about her earlier hostility towards Y/n.

Y/n couldn't help but groan inwardly, feeling a headache coming on. Sensing that this might be Kate, her girlfriend's ex, Reneé stepped in, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

"Well, it's nice to meet a fan," Reneé said dryly, her gaze flickering towards Y/n. "Is everything alright here, cutie?"

Y/n nodded, relief flooding through her at Reneé's presence. "Yeah, everything's fine now that you're here."

Reneé flashed Y/n a reassuring smile before turning back to Kate, her tone firm. "Well, my girlfriend and I have places to be. So, if you'll excuse us..."

Reneé grabbed Y/n's bag and gestured for her to follow as they walked back to the car, leaving Kate standing there dumbfounded.

As Y/n settled into the passenger seat of Reneé's car, she couldn't shake the lingering tension from the encounter with Kate. She watched silently as Reneé placed her bag in the trunk before sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car, the engine purring to life.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Reneé glanced over at Y/n, her brow furrowed with concern. "Was that the ex you told me about?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Y/n nodded, her lips pressed into a tight line. "Yeah, that was Kate. She's... not exactly my favorite person."

Reneé hummed in understanding, her grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. "What's her deal?"

Y/n sighed, leaning back against the seat as she recounted her past with Kate. "She's just this rich bitch who was so spoiled by her parents that she's become arrogant and entitled. We dated for a while, but she cheated on me and broke my heart. I haven't been able to stand her since."

Reneé chuckled softly, the sound sending a warm flutter through Y/n's chest. "Well, apparently she's a huge fan of mine."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm not surprised. She always loved to flaunt her connections and try to impress people. I’m surprised she didn’t start flirting with you."

Reneé smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, she'll be sorely disappointed then. I'm already taken."

Y/n felt a rush of affection for her girlfriend, grateful for Reneé's unwavering loyalty and protectiveness. "Yeah, you are," Y/n said with a smile, reaching over to intertwine her fingers with Reneé's.

As Reneé slipped on her sunglasses, she glanced over at Y/n with a smirk. "Mind if I put the windows down?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

Y/n grinned, reaching for her own sunglasses. "Go for it," she replied, nodding in approval.

With a flick of her wrist, Reneé activated the window controls, sending a rush of fresh air flooding into the car. Y/n couldn't help but smile as the wind tousled her hair, the sensation refreshing against her skin.

Turning to Reneé, Y/n decided to break the silence by asking, "So, how was your day?"

Reneé glanced over at Y/n, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Why? Trying to get me to talk so you can stare at me?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in Reneé's teasing words. "Maybe," she admitted with a sheepish grin.

Reneé chuckled, leaning back casually in her seat as she continued to drive. The orange glow of the setting sun cast a warm hue over her features, accentuating her beauty in a way that took Y/n's breath away.

Y/n found herself mesmerized by the sight, unable to tear her gaze away from her girlfriend. She watched as Reneé's blonde curls danced in the wind, her heart swelling with love and admiration.

Suddenly, Reneé broke the silence with a sly grin. "So, did you actually hear what I said, or were you too busy staring at me, cutie?"

Caught off guard, Y/n stuttered for a moment before regaining her composure. "Um, I, uh... I heard you," she stammered, feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

Reneé laughed, reaching over to squeeze Y/n's hand affectionately. "Don't worry, babe. I don't mind being your distraction."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Reneé's playful reassurance, feeling grateful for the lighthearted banter between them.

As they pulled into the driveway, Y/n couldn't resist teasing Reneé a little. "You know, Rapp, for someone who claims to be a badass, you sure are a softie when it comes to driving."

Reneé grinned, pretending to ignore Y/n's teasing as she turned off the engine. "Hey, I just like to make sure my passengers are comfortable," she replied with mock seriousness.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that Reneé hadn't taken the bait and fired back with her own teasing. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Rapp.

As they both climbed out of the car, Reneé casually asked, "So, any assignments due tomorrow?"

Y/n's disappointment grew as she realized Reneé was intentionally avoiding their usual banter. "Nope, nothing for tomorrow," she replied with a shrug.

Reneé smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she walked towards the house. "Good to hear," she said cryptically.

Confused by Reneé's behavior, Y/n followed her girlfriend inside, curiosity gnawing at her. "Why'd you ask?" she inquired, furrowing her brow in confusion.

Reneé turned to face Y/n, a warm smile gracing her lips. "I just wanted your full attention tonight," she admitted, her voice soft with affection. "You've been working late all week, and I missed you."

Y/n's heart melted at Reneé's sweet words, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Aw, Rapp, you're such a sap," she teased, reaching over to grab her bag from the trunk.

Reneé chuckled, leaning down to pet their two Boxers, Freddy and Charlie, who were eagerly waiting by the door. "Guilty as charged," she replied with a grin.

As they walked into the house together, Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Reneé's thoughtfulness. She tossed her bag onto the couch and followed Reneé into the kitchen, where Reneé was already rummaging through the fridge.

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" Y/n asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Reneé pulled out ingredients.

Reneé glanced over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eye. "How about I cook something special for my favorite person in the world?" she suggested, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Y/n grinned, feeling her heart swell with love for her girlfriend. "Sounds perfect," she replied, reaching out to pet Freddy and Charlie as they padded over to join them in the kitchen.

As Y/n leaned against the counter, watching Reneé effortlessly move around the kitchen as she began prepping dinner, a mischievous smirk danced across her lips. She couldn't help but admire the way Reneé's perfectly sculpted ass looked in those tight jeans.

Reneé caught the smirk out of the corner of her eye, and without even looking up from her task, she smirked back. "Enjoying the view, babe?" she teased, her tone playful.

Y/n couldn't resist the invitation, and with a sly grin, she sauntered up behind Reneé, wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing her lips softly against the back of Reneé's neck. "Oh, you have no idea," Y/n murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Reneé giggled, but she couldn't hide the slight arch of her back as she leaned into Y/n's touch. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped, her voice tinged with amusement.

Feeling emboldened by Reneé's response, Y/n's hands began to wander, sliding up beneath Reneé's shirt and tracing soft patterns across her abdomen. "You just look so damn good in those jeans," Y/n whispered, her breath hot against Reneé's skin.

Reneé let out a soft groan, the sound causing a shiver to run down Y/n's spine. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice husky with desire.

As Y/n hugged Reneé from behind, she couldn't resist teasing her even further. "You know, Rapp, you're like a master chef in those jeans," she whispered seductively, her lips brushing against Reneé's ear.

Reneé chuckled, her movements becoming slightly more erratic as Y/n's words sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh yeah? And what does that make you?" she teased back, her voice husky with desire.

Y/n grinned, trailing her fingers teasingly down Reneé's sides. "Your willing sous chef, of course," she replied, her tone dripping with playful innuendo.

Feeling emboldened by Y/n's teasing, Reneé pushed her hips back into Y/n's, the contact sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Y/n couldn't help but groan at the sensation, her hands tightening around Reneé's waist as she pressed her body even closer. "You're playing with fire, Rapp," she warned, her breath hot against Reneé's skin.

Reneé smirked, turning slightly to face Y/n as she continued to chop vegetables. "And you're the one holding the match," she replied, her eyes smoldering with desire.

As Y/n continued to hug Reneé from behind, she could feel the heat building between them with every movement. The way Reneé pushed her hips back into Y/n's own was driving her wild, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Unable to resist the temptation, Y/n leaned in closer to Reneé, her voice dripping with seduction. "You're playing a dangerous game, Rapp," she murmured, her breath hot against Reneé's skin. "But I like it."

Reneé tried to focus on chopping the vegetables, but the seductive tone in Y/n's voice was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused by the second, the desire pooling low in her belly.

Y/n couldn't help but tease Reneé even further, her voice husky with desire. "Tell me, babe," she whispered, her lips brushing against Reneé's ear. "Where do you want me?"

Reneé struggled to maintain her composure, her grip tightening on the knife as she fought to keep her mind on the task at hand. "I... I need to chop these vegetables," she managed to stammer out, her voice strained with desire.

Undeterred, Y/n continued to press against Reneé, her hand trailing down to the button of Reneé's jeans. With a teasing smirk, she began to slowly undo the button, feeling Reneé's arousal growing with every touch.

Reneé let out a soft groan, her body trembling with need as Y/n's fingers worked their magic. "Y/n... please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n pressed even closer to Reneé, her fingers teasingly brushing against the fabric of Reneé's jeans. "Tell me where you want it, Reneé," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Reneé abandoned the vegetables altogether, pressing herself even more firmly against Y/n. "Right here," she gasped, her voice filled with longing as she held onto the counter for support.

Feeling a rush of triumph, Y/n pressed two fingers against Reneé, sliding them in slowly and teasingly. "Is this where you want it, babe?" she asked, her voice filled with seduction.

Reneé could only groan in response, her body trembling with pleasure as she gave in to the sensations overwhelming her. And as she felt Y/n's smirk against her skin, she knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

As Y/n felt Reneé push her hips even further into her own, she couldn't resist the urge any longer. With a mischievous grin, she turned Reneé around, her hands deftly pulling down Reneé's pants until they pooled around her ankles.

Reneé's breath hitched in anticipation as Y/n dropped to her knees, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed up at her girlfriend. Without a word, Y/n leaned in, her tongue teasingly flicking against Reneé's clit as she began to eat her out.

Reneé let out a loud moan, her hips bucking instinctively as she grabbed onto Y/n's hair, urging her closer and deeper. "Yes, just like that," she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure.

Y/n responded eagerly to Reneé's guidance, her tongue swirling and flicking with expert precision as she continued to pleasure her girlfriend. With every movement, Reneé's cries grew louder, her arousal spurring Y/n on even further.

"Oh god, Y/n," Reneé cried out, her voice echoing through the kitchen as she reached the peak of her pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Y/n could feel the tension building within Reneé, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she brought her closer and closer to climax. With one final push, Reneé cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

As Reneé caught her breath, Y/n looked up at her with adoration, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You're amazing, Reneé," she murmured, her voice filled with praise. "Absolutely incredible."

Reneé smiled back, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude for her girlfriend. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Y/n," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "I love you."

As Y/n rose to her feet, she couldn't resist the urge to pull Reneé into a deep, passionate kiss, their lips melding together in a heated embrace. Reneé tasted herself on Y/n's lips, the flavor only adding to the intensity of the moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/n couldn't help but tease Reneé with a playful grin. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry now," she quipped, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Reneé rolled her eyes with a chuckle, her cheeks flushing slightly at Y/n's suggestive comment. "Yeah, I bet you are," she replied, her tone laced with sarcasm as she pulled her pants back up.

Y/n laughed, reaching out to playfully swat at Reneé's arm. "Hey, a girl's gotta eat," she joked, her voice filled with playful banter.

Reneé shook her head with a fond smile, unable to resist the infectious energy of her girlfriend. "Well, let's finish dinner first, and then we can talk about satisfying your appetite," she teased back, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

With a final laugh, they returned to the task at hand, their playful banter filling the air as they finished preparing dinner together. And as they sat down to eat, their laughter echoed through the kitchen, a testament to the deep connection and love they shared.

The next morning Y/n, Ayla, and Kimberly walked to their class, they suddenly found themselves face-to-face with Kate, who was blocking their path with a scowl on her face.

Kate growled, "Watch where you're going, losers."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Kate's attitude. "Sorry, we didn't see you there," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Kate made a snarky comment about Y/n's attitude, her eyes narrowing with malice. "You always were such a bitch, Y/n."

Y/n's jaw clenched at Kate's words, but she refused to back down. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice laced with thinly veiled anger.

Kate stepped closer to Y/n, her expression menacing. "You heard me," she sneered. "You think you're so tough now that you're with that famous singer, Reneé Rapp."

Y/n's fists clenched at her sides, her patience wearing thin. "You don't know anything about me or my relationship," she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.

Kate smirked, a cruel glint in her eyes. "Oh, please. Everyone knows you're just using her for fame and money."

Y/n's blood boiled at Kate's words, and before she could stop herself, she was inches away from Kate's face, her voice low and dangerous. "You listen to me, Kate," she hissed. "Keep Reneé out of your mouth, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Kate scoffed, unfazed by Y/n's threat. "Please, like I'm scared of you," she retorted, her tone dripping with contempt.

Y/n's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her eyes flashing with fury. "You should be," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a final sneer, Kate turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Y/n seething with anger. As she took a deep breath to calm herself, Ayla and Kimberly exchanged worried glances, knowing that Y/n's fiery temper was not to be underestimated.

[simpforfandom231]

Rapp's Curse PT1

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x fem!reader

warning: none just reneé being protective and cute over her girlf summary: Y/N is a student and together with Reneé Rapp. When Y/N runs into her ex Kate at campus, Kate gets really rude to Y/N and Reneé well, she just wants to speak her mind to the bitchy girl ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The sun had barely begun to rise as Reneé pulled up to the university entrance in her sleek Black edition Range Rover. The campus was quiet, save for a few early risers and the chirping of birds. Y/n, her girlfriend, sat beside her, her eyes still heavy with sleep but a smile gracing her lips.

"Thanks for the ride, babe," Y/n said, her voice soft and warm as she leaned over to give Reneé a quick kiss.

Reneé grinned back, the corners of her eyes crinkling with affection. "Anytime, cutie. Have a great day at school."

Y/n gathered her backpack and glanced at the time on her phone. "I'll see you later. My first class doesn't start until 9, but I have a long day ahead. I won't be done until 6."

Reneé nodded, understanding. "Got it. I'll be finishing up in the studio around 6:05, so I might need a few minutes to wrap things up. Will you be okay waiting for me?"

Y/n chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Of course. I'll just hang out at the entrance until you arrive. It'll give me time to catch up on some reading."

As Y/n stepped out of the car, her best friend Kimberly came into view, already waiting at the drop-off spot on campus. Kimberly waved excitedly, her curly hair bouncing with each movement.

"Hey, Y/n!" Kimberly called out, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Ready for another thrilling day of academia?"

Y/n grinned, returning the wave. "Absolutely. Although, I could do without the early mornings."

Kimberly laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tell me about it. But hey, at least we get to spend the day together, right?"

Y/n nodded, linking her arm with Kimberly's as they made their way towards the entrance. "Definitely. And who knows, maybe today will be the day we finally uncover the secrets of ancient civilizations."

Kimberly gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest. "I can feel it in my bones! Today is the day we become legends in the world of academia."

As Y/n and Kimberly strolled through the campus, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing them towards the cozy campus coffee shop. The morning sun cast a warm glow over the bustling courtyard, students bustling about with books in hand and laughter in the air.

"So, when are you going to tell Ayla about you and Reneé?" Kimberly asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she sipped on her steaming cup of latte.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly as she mulled over the question. "I don't know, Kim. I mean, I've been dating Reneé for six months now, but I'm just... scared, you know? What if Ayla doesn't like Reneé?"

Kimberly reached out and squeezed Y/n's hand reassuringly. "I get it, Y/n but she's your best friend, she loves you. And I'm sure she'll come around to the idea eventually."

Y/n smiled gratefully at Kimberly, feeling a wave of comfort wash over her. "Thanks, Kim. I needed to hear that."

Together, they stepped up to the counter to place their order. Y/n ordered her usual black coffee, while Kimberly opted for a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream.

As they waited for their drinks, Kimberly leaned in conspiratorially. "You know, I think Ayla might have already guessed something's up. She's been asking a lot of questions lately, like why you're always busy on weekends and why you're suddenly so secretive about your plans."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "She has? Oh no, what if she already knows and she's just waiting for me to tell her?"

Kimberly shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Well, there's only one way to find out. You just have to rip off the bandaid and tell her the truth."

Y/n nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "You're right, Kim. I'll tell her soon. And who knows, maybe she'll surprise us both and be totally cool with it."

Their drinks arrived, and they took a moment to savor the warmth of the coffee and the comfort of each other's company. As they made their way to their first class of the day, Y/n couldn't shake the nervous flutter in her stomach at the thought of finally coming out to Ayla.

Y/n and Kimberly made their way to their first class of the day, the anticipation of Y/n's impending conversation with Ayla hung in the air like a thick fog. But before Y/n could even gather the courage to speak, a familiar voice called out from behind them.

"Hey, wait up!" Ayla exclaimed, jogging towards them with a bright smile on her face. Her long brown hair bounced with each step, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Kimberly shot Y/n a quick glance, a knowing look in her eyes. "This is it, Y/n. Your chance to tell her."

Y/n took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Hey, Ayla, there's actually something I've been meaning to tell you."

Ayla tilted her head, curiosity evident in her expression. "What is it, Y/n?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I'm dating Reneé Rapp."

Ayla's eyes widened in surprise, but before Y/n could even begin to worry about her reaction, Ayla's face broke out into a wide grin. "No way! That's amazing, Y/n! I'm so happy for you!"

Y/n's shoulders sagged with relief as she pulled Ayla into a tight hug. "Really? You're not mad or anything?"

Ayla shook her head, returning the hug with equal enthusiasm. "Of course not, silly. I actually kind of figured it out months ago. You've been so busy on the weekends and so secretive about your plans. I just wanted you to tell me on your own terms."

Y/n felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she pulled away from the hug, a grateful smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, Ayla. I'm so lucky to have you as my best friend."

The three of them walked into class together, their laughter echoing through the hallway as they settled into their seats. Ayla turned to Y/n, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, what's it like to be with Reneé?"

Y/n couldn't help but blush as she thought about her girlfriend. "She's amazing, Ayla. She's sweet and loving and cute and... very hot."

Kimberly giggled from beside them, unable to resist making a joke. "Wow, Y/n, you look like you're practically floating on cloud nine."

Y/n laughed, playfully swatting at Kimberly's arm. "Oh, hush, Kim. You're just jealous because you haven't found your own Reneé yet."

Their banter was interrupted by the sound of the professor clearing his throat from the front of the classroom. "I hate to interrupt, ladies, but if my class isn't interesting enough for you to pay attention, perhaps you'd like to take your conversation elsewhere."

The girls exchanged sheepish looks before turning their attention back to the front of the room, stifling their laughter as they settled in for the lecture.

After their first and second classes, Y/n, Ayla, and Kimberly found themselves walking to the noodle restaurant on campus for lunch. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling courtyard as the trio made their way through the throngs of students.

As they approached the restaurant, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. "Ugh, I really hope she's not here," Y/n muttered under her breath, her brows furrowing with irritation.

Ayla glanced at her curiously. "Who are you talking about, Y/n?"

Y/n nodded towards a figure across the courtyard, her jaw tensing with frustration. "Her. Kate."

Kimberly and Ayla exchanged worried glances before turning their attention back to Y/n. They knew all too well the history between Y/n and Kate – a messy breakup that had left Y/n heartbroken and bitter.

Kimberly placed a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "Just ignore her, Y/n. She's not worth your time or energy."

Taking a deep breath, Y/n nodded, trying to push aside the memories of their tumultuous relationship as they entered the restaurant. The scent of savory noodles filled the air, momentarily distracting Y/n from her thoughts as they approached the counter to place their orders.

As they settled into their seats, Y/n's heart sank as she caught sight of Kate making her way towards their table. "Great, just what I needed," Y/n muttered under her breath, her fists clenching with frustration.

Kate sauntered over with a smug grin on her face, her eyes locking onto Y/n with an intensity that made Y/n's skin crawl. "Well, well, well. Look who it is," Kate said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/n forced a tight smile, trying to maintain her composure. "Hi, Kate. What brings you here?"

Kate's grin widened, a cruel glint in her eyes. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd come say hi to my favorite ex-girlfriend."

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged incredulous looks, their jaws tightening with anger at Kate's audacity. Ayla spoke up, her voice sharp with annoyance. "Actually, Kate, we're in the middle of lunch. So if you don't mind..."

Kate's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure, a sneer crossing her features. "Fine, I'll leave you losers to your little lunch date. But just remember, Y/n, you'll never find anyone as good as me."

With that parting shot, Kate turned on her heel and stalked away, leaving Y/n seething with anger and frustration. Ayla and Kimberly exchanged sympathetic glances, offering Y/n words of comfort.

Y/n stabbed at her noodles with more force than necessary, her appetite all but gone as she stewed in her frustration. Ayla reached out a hand, laying it gently on Y/n's arm. "Hey, don't let her ruin your day, Y/n. She's not worth it."

Y/n sighed, pushing her plate away with a heavy heart. "I know, Ayla. It's just... seeing her brings back so many bad memories."

Kimberly nodded in agreement, her brows furrowed with sympathy. "She's toxic, Y/n. You're better off without her."

Y/n managed a weak smile, grateful for her friends' support. As she reached for her phone, hoping to distract herself from her thoughts, she felt a familiar buzz in her pocket. Pulling out her phone, she saw a text from Reneé.

💞Queen💞: Hey cutie, just taking a break in the studio. How's your day going?❤️

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Reneé's  nickname, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She quickly typed out a response, eager to shift her focus away from Kate and onto the woman who truly mattered.

Cutie🩵🧸: Not the best, ran into someone I'd rather not see. How is the studio? 🥰💋 

Before Y/n could even set her phone down, another message popped up from Reneé.

💞Queen💞: Aw, I'm sorry to hear that, Princess. Studio was good, but not as good as seeing your face. 😇😏❤️

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at Reneé's cheesy flirtation, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of her girlfriend. She quickly typed out a response, her fingers flying across the screen.

Cutie🩵🧸: Smooth, Rapp. 😉💋  

As Y/n's thumbs hovered over the screen, she hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest with Reneé.

Cutie🩵🧸: Actually, I ran into Kate. It kind of ruined my mood.😑💋  

Y/n felt a pang of guilt as she hit send, not wanting to burden Reneé with her problems. But before she could even regret her decision, Reneé's reply came through.

💞Queen💞: Oh no, Cutie. Are you okay? Do you want me to come pick you up?❤️

Y/n's heart swelled with gratitude at Reneé's offer, feeling a rush of warmth wash over her. She quickly typed out a response, feeling a sense of relief knowing that she had someone like Reneé to lean on.

Cutie🩵🧸: No, it's okay. I'm with Ayla and Kimberly. But thank you for offering. Just having you to   talk to helps. 🥰💋

As Y/n sat with her friends, a small smile played on her lips as she continued to exchange texts with Reneé. However, her smile widened when she saw Reneé's latest message pop up on her screen.

💞Queen💞: Hey babe, does Kate know about us?❤️

Y/n's fingers flew across the screen as she quickly typed out a response, wanting to reassure Reneé.

Cutie🩵🧸: No, Kate doesn't know. And honestly, it's probably for the best.💋

Almost immediately, another message came through from Reneé, this time with a hint of possessiveness and protectiveness that made Y/n giggle despite herself.

💞Queen💞:If I ever see that Kate, I swear I'll crush her under my Louboutin heels.👠❤️

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at Reneé's dramatic declaration, typing out a playful response.

Cutie🩵🧸: Calm down, Regina George. Nobody's getting crushed.💋

Reneé's reply came through teasingly, her words laced with humor and affection.

💞Queen💞: Oh, come on, babe. You know I can go all Regina George on her. I played her in the movie, remember?💄❤️

Y/n couldn't suppress another giggle as she typed out her response, shaking her head at Reneé's antics.

Cutie🩵🧸: As tempting as that sounds, Kate isn't worth the Mean Girls reference.💋

But Reneé wasn't about to back down, her next message filled with determination and a hint of mischief.

💞Queen💞: If I could, I would do it. Nobody messes with my girl.😠❤️

Y/n's heart fluttered at Reneé's words, feeling a rush of warmth wash over her at the thought of Reneé's unwavering protectiveness. She quickly typed out her reply, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Cutie🩵🧸:You have nothing to prove, Rapp. Besides, I'd rather have you serenading me than behind bars.💋

Reneé's response came through almost immediately, her words filled with love and devotion.

💞Queen💞: Trust me, babe, jail would be worth it if it meant keeping you safe and happy.❤️

Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her girlfriend, knowing that no matter what, Reneé would always be there to protect her. 

As Y/n continued to exchange messages with Reneé, her smile widening with each playful interaction, she was oblivious to the amused glances shared between Kimberly and Ayla.

Kimberly nudged Ayla with a mischievous grin, nodding towards Y/n who was lost in her phone. "Looks like someone's got a secret admirer."

Ayla chuckled, leaning in closer to get a better look at Y/n's screen. "Or maybe it's just Reneé."

Y/n looked up from her phone, catching the teasing glint in Ayla's eye. "What's so funny, guys?"

Ayla smirked, unable to resist teasing her friend. "Oh, nothing. Just wondering who's got you smiling like that."

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Just telling Reneé about running into Kate earlier. She wanted to go all Regina George on her."

Kimberly giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I bet that would be entertaining to watch."

Ayla nodded in agreement, a playful glint in her eye. "I saw the movie with Reneé as Regina. I'd love to see Kate get what she deserves."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, knowing her friends were only teasing. "Reneé won't actually crush anybody, you know. And you two need to behave."

The girls shared a laugh, their banter lightening the mood as they prepared to head to their next classes. As they walked, Ayla couldn't help but voice her thoughts on the situation.

"Kate's just a bitch," Ayla said bluntly, her voice tinged with disdain.

Kimberly nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "Yeah, she's always been trouble."

Curiosity piqued, Kimberly turned to Y/n with a questioning look. "Does Kate know about you and Reneé?"

Y/n shook her head firmly, her lips set in a determined line. "No, and she never will. It's none of her business."

Ayla smirked, a teasing glint in her eye. "Well, I gotta say, Y/n, you definitely upgraded from that rich bitch to a sweet and cute international singer."

Y/n couldn't help but blush at Ayla's comment, feeling a surge of gratitude for her friends' unwavering support. With a smile, she linked arms with Kimberly and Ayla as they made their way to their next classes, knowing that no matter what, she was surrounded by people who truly cared about her.

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This is Cassie coming in live from your dumpster >:)

do you think you’d be able to make a smutty flustered! Anthea x flirtatious! Goddess! Reader — maybe enemies to lovers… i want all that good tension, pining to the wall type of stuff y’know?

I plan on writing a multi chartered fic along similar lines at some point but ig sometimes you wanna both reader and write your ideas :) if you don’t wanna write this one that’s fine too though

over and out, love ya, happy writing

Hiii, i would love to and i might do that but ofcourse like i always say give me some time to work on it as i am still recovering and working on other requests but i will make it work!❤️

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The Vampire and The Angel

Lindsay is the future queen of Ethora, the reall of angels while y/n is the future queen of Rodion, the reall of Vampires. When Wolfs attack both realms borders, the vampires and Angels are forced to make a truce between them and fight the wolfs but….what happens when both princesses fall in love? Will their dynasties accept it or will war be more agressive than ever…

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In the ethereal expanse of Ethora, where the skies were painted with hues of lavender and gold, Lindsay Lohan soared gracefully through the clouds. Her white-gold wings gleamed under the soft sunlight, a testament to her lineage as the future queen of the angelic realm. With every beat of her wings, she felt the weight of responsibility and duty pressing down upon her slender shoulders.

As Lindsay descended towards the glistening palace of Ethora, her forest green eyes surveyed the kingdom below. Ethora was a realm of eternal beauty and serenity, a sanctuary untouched by the shadows that lurked beyond its borders. Yet, despite its tranquil facade, Lindsay knew that darkness lingered just beyond the horizon.

For millennia, angels and vampires had waged an endless war for dominance over the mortal realm. At the heart of their conflict lay a mysterious artifact known as the Cup of Eternity—a vessel said to possess the power to grant immortality to whomever possessed it. It was a coveted prize that had fueled countless battles and claimed countless lives.

Lindsay's thoughts drifted to the legends of her ancestors, who had valiantly fought against the vampire hordes in defense of Ethora. She knew that her own destiny was inexorably intertwined with the fate of her kingdom, and she was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure its survival.

Yet, amidst the chaos and bloodshed, there existed a force that Lindsay had yet to encounter—a force that would challenge everything she thought she knew about the world.

Unbeknownst to Lindsay, deep within the shadowed recesses of Rodion, another figure moved with equal grace and purpose. Y/N, the future queen of the vampire kingdom, prowled through the darkness with feline agility, her raven hair cascading like a waterfall of midnight silk.

Unlike Lindsay, Y/N was not bound by the constraints of honor or morality. She was a creature of the night, driven by an insatiable thirst for power and dominance. Her piercing blue eyes held a cold intelligence, a calculating gaze that missed nothing.

As Y/N traversed the labyrinthine corridors of her palace, she felt a sense of anticipation building within her. The time was drawing near for her to claim her birthright—to seize control of the Cup of Eternity and bend its power to her will.

Yet, even as Y/N plotted her ascent to power, a nagging sense of doubt gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. She knew that the path to immortality was fraught with peril, and that her enemies would stop at nothing to thwart her ambitions.

Little did she know that her greatest adversary awaited her in the form of an angel with fire-red hair and emerald eyes—a celestial being whose very existence threatened to unravel the carefully laid plans of centuries.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting Ethora and Rodion into shadow, the stage was set for a confrontation that would shake the foundations of both realms. In the darkness, Lindsay and Y/N stood on opposite sides of a divide that could never be bridged—a divide that separated angel from vampire, light from darkness, and hope from despair.

And so, as the night unfolded and the stars gazed down upon the world below, the fate of Ethora and Rodion hung in the balance, waiting to be decided by the clash of swords and the whisper of wings.

The first rays of dawn crept through the towering windows of Y/N's bedchamber, casting a soft glow upon the opulent surroundings. As she stirred from her slumber, the pale light danced across her features, illuminating the delicate lines of her face. With a languid stretch, Y/N pushed herself upright, her dark hair cascading in waves around her shoulders.

In the corner of the room, a crackling fire cast flickering shadows against the walls, warming the air with its gentle heat. Y/N's gaze drifted to the ornate canopy bed where she had spent the night, its silk sheets whispering of luxury and decadence. Yet, despite the comfort of her surroundings, a sense of restlessness lingered in the depths of her soul.

With a sigh, Y/N rose from the bed and made her way to the wardrobe, where rows of elaborate gowns awaited her selection. As she browsed through the array of fabrics and colors, her thoughts drifted to the events that lay ahead—a day filled with ceremony and expectation, culminating in her coronation as the queen of Rodion.

Determined to project an image of regal authority, Y/N selected a gown of deepest black, its rich velvet shimmering in the dim light. With practiced ease, she slipped into the dress, the fabric molding to her slender form like a second skin. Adorned with jewels and lace, she felt the weight of her heritage pressing down upon her shoulders—a legacy of power and privilege that she both craved and resented in equal measure.

As Y/N descended the grand staircase that led to the heart of the palace, the air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and exotic spices. Servants bustled about, attending to their duties with quiet efficiency, their movements a blur of motion and purpose.

In the dining room, King Thibor and Queen Selene awaited their daughter's arrival, their expressions masked by a facade of stoic indifference. Yet, beneath their composed exteriors, Y/N sensed a simmering tension—a tension born of unspoken fears and unfulfilled expectations.

Taking her seat at the head of the table, Y/N was greeted by the sight of a lavish spread laid out before her—a feast fit for royalty, yet lacking in the warmth of genuine affection. As maids bustled about, serving the royal family with practiced precision, Thibor turned to his daughter with a stern gaze, his voice tinged with authority.

"Are you prepared for tomorrow, my dear?" he asked, his tone betraying none of the warmth that a father might feel towards his daughter on such an occasion.

Y/N nodded, her gaze flickering briefly towards the window where the first hints of dawn were beginning to paint the sky with streaks of pink and gold. Despite her outward composure, she felt a surge of uncertainty coursing through her veins—a nagging doubt that whispered of destinies unfulfilled and paths not taken.

For Y/N was not like other vampires. She harbored no hatred towards the angels who had long been the sworn enemies of her kind. Instead, she found herself drawn to their beauty and grace, their wings shimmering like gossamer in the sunlight. It was a sentiment that Thibor and Selene viewed with disdain, a weakness that threatened to undermine their carefully laid plans for her future.

The rhythmic beat of footsteps echoed through the halls of the palace, heralding the arrival of a new presence. Y/N's attention was drawn away from her thoughts as her younger sister, Carmilla, bounded into the dining room with the exuberance of youth. Unlike Y/N's dark beauty, Carmilla possessed a radiant charm, her golden locks cascading around her shoulders like strands of spun sunlight.

"Good morning, everyone!" Carmilla chirped, her voice a cheerful melody that cut through the somber atmosphere of the room. With a carefree smile, she made her way to the table and took her place beside her sister, the stark contrast between their appearances serving as a reminder of their shared bloodline.

Queen Selene turned her gaze towards her youngest daughter, her expression softened by maternal affection. "And what do you have planned for today, my dear?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Carmilla's eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke, her words tumbling forth in a rush of enthusiasm. "I thought I might spend the day with Lilith, Dalhia, Eamonn, and Fenrir," she replied, each name punctuated with a burst of energy.

Y/N's lips curled into a disdainful sneer at the mention of Carmilla's friends, her distaste for their company evident in the curl of her lip. "Those brainless morons?" she muttered under her breath, unable to contain her contempt.

Carmilla's smile faltered, her brow furrowing in offense at her sister's remark. "They're not brainless, Y/N," she retorted, her voice tinged with defensiveness. "They're just... different."

Y/N rolled her eyes, flicking her sister's forehead with a playful gesture. "Different in the same way that you're brainless, perhaps?" she teased, her tone laced with mockery.

Carmilla's expression darkened, her features contorted into a snarl as she bared her fangs in a display of aggression. "Watch your tongue, sister," she growled, her voice a low rumble that reverberated through the room.

Undeterred by her sister's threat, Y/N leaned forward, her own fangs glinting in the dim light of the dining room. "Or what?" she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "You'll bite me?"

Before the situation could escalate further, King Thibor intervened, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Enough," he commanded, his tone firm and authoritative. "Both of you, cease this bickering at once."

Y/N and Carmilla fell silent at their father's words, their eyes flickering with defiance even as they obeyed his command. It was a familiar pattern—a cycle of conflict and resolution that had played out countless times before. Yet, beneath the surface, a fissure had begun to form—a fracture in the facade of familial unity that threatened to tear them apart.

As the breakfast table fell into a heavy silence, the shadows of discontent lingered in the air, casting a pall over the once jovial atmosphere. 

King Thibor's gaze shifted from his daughters to settle on Y/N with an air of solemnity. "Y/N, you will be in charge of the military meeting with the Royals of Ethora," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Y/N's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected announcement, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she schooled her expression into one of composed determination. Though she was accustomed to her duties as the future queen of Rodion, she had not anticipated being entrusted with such a significant responsibility at this particular juncture.

As the realization of her task sunk in, Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation mingled with apprehension. Military meetings and diplomatic rendezvous were typically tedious affairs, filled with dry discussions and endless protocol. But this meeting, she knew, would be different.

For among the Royals of Ethora awaited Princess Lindsay—the future angel queen whose name echoed through the corridors of both kingdoms. Lindsay was renowned not only for her beauty and grace but also for her prowess in battle—a formidable opponent whose reputation preceded her.

Carmilla, ever the instigator, couldn't resist adding her own commentary to the situation. "Princess Lindsay will be leading for the angels," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Y/N scoffed at her sister's remark, though inwardly she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that danced in her chest at the thought of meeting the renowned princess. "And?" she replied, feigning disinterest. "What of it?"

Carmilla grinned, her golden eyes alight with amusement. "I've heard that the princess is one of true beauty," she remarked, her tone laden with implication.

Y/N rolled her eyes, dismissing her sister's words with a wave of her hand. "Beauty is subjective," she countered, though a part of her couldn't help but wonder what Lindsay would be like in person.

Though she had never met the princess, Y/N had heard tales of Lindsay's exploits on the battlefield—of her courage in the face of danger, and her unwavering dedication to her people. It was a reputation that commanded respect, even from those who stood on the opposite side of the conflict.

As the conversation at the breakfast table turned to other matters, Y/N's thoughts remained fixed on the impending meeting with the Royals of Ethora. Though she knew the encounter would be fraught with tension and uncertainty, she couldn't shake the feeling that it would also be a turning point—a moment that would set the course for the future of both kingdoms.

The realization struck Y/N like a bolt of lightning, casting a shadow of confusion across her features. "Wait a minute," she interjected, her voice tinged with disbelief. "We've never had a meeting with the Royals of Ethora. Why are they coming now?"

King Thibor regarded his daughter with a solemn expression, his features etched with a weariness that belied his regal demeanor. "King Nevinn and Queen Elenora have requested a ceasefire," he explained, his voice grave with import. "They wish to pause the war between our kingdoms in light of recent events."

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion at her father's words. "Recent events?" she echoed, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of such a sudden change in diplomatic strategy.

King Thibor sighed heavily, his gaze drifting towards the window where the first hints of dawn painted the sky with streaks of crimson and gold. "The Wolf Kingdom of Atarah has launched a series of attacks on our borders," he revealed, his voice heavy with grim resolve.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at the revelation, her mind struggling to process the gravity of the situation. "Since when have the wolves of Atarah been attacking Rodion?" she demanded, her voice tinged with incredulity.

King Thibor's expression darkened as he spoke, his words laced with bitterness and regret. "The attacks began several moons ago," he admitted, his tone tinged with sorrow. "But they are not only targeting Rodion—they have also launched assaults on other realms, such as the Elf Kingdom of Eostredolon and the White Isles where the Earth People reside."

A sense of unease settled over Y/N as she absorbed her father's words, the weight of the revelation pressing down upon her like a leaden cloak. The wolves of Atarah were known for their ferocity and cunning, their loyalty to their king unwavering in the face of adversity. If they had set their sights on Rodion and Ethora, it could only mean one thing—war was imminent, and the consequences would be dire.

As she pondered the implications of the ceasefire negotiations with Ethora, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what role she would play in the unfolding conflict. As the future queen of Rodion, her duty was clear—to protect her kingdom at all costs, even if it meant forging uneasy alliances with those she had once considered enemies.

Queen Selene observed her daughter's troubled expression with a mixture of sympathy and concern. She reached out a hand, gently placing it on Y/N's arm in a gesture of comfort. "You will make the right decisions, my dear," she said softly, her voice imbued with maternal warmth. "You always have, and you always will. You know what is best for Rodion."

Y/N glanced at her mother, gratitude flickering in her eyes at the reassurance. Despite the weight of responsibility that rested upon her shoulders, she found solace in her mother's unwavering support.

"But what am I supposed to do?" Y/N murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I didn't even know the wolves were attacking Rodion, and a truce between vampires and angels is... well, it's not something the people of Rodion are likely to be excited about."

Carmilla, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist adding her own commentary to the conversation. "Maybe you can marry the angel princess," she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her sister's jest, though a part of her couldn't help but entertain the idea. "If she were pretty enough," she retorted with a smirk, her tone teasing.

King Thibor, however, was less amused by his daughters' banter. He sneered in disapproval, his features twisted with disdain. "You need a prince, not a princess," he declared firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

Y/N's lip curled in defiance at her father's words, her gaze flashing with defiance. "You know how I feel about arranged marriages, Father," she countered, her voice tinged with bitterness. "And especially with a prince."

Queen Selene intervened before the tension could escalate further, casting a reproachful glance at her husband. "You know as well as I do, Thibor, that if Y/N were to marry anyone, it would likely be a princess," she remarked pointedly, her voice carrying the weight of authority.

Thibor's expression softened slightly at his wife's words, though the disapproval remained etched upon his features. "Perhaps," he conceded grudgingly, though it was clear that he was not entirely convinced.

As the breakfast table fell into a heavy silence, the echoes of their conversation lingered in the air like the lingering scent of smoke after a fire. And in the midst of their familial discord, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for her—whether she would be able to navigate the treacherous waters of diplomacy and war with the grace and strength befitting a queen.

But for now, as the first light of dawn cast its golden rays across the horizon, she knew that she would face whatever challenges lay ahead with unwavering determination and the unwavering support of those she held dear.

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heyyyyyy,

I loved your fanfic, not impressed, and I was wondering if you could do a part 2? It’s okay if not tho! Thank you sm for taking the time to read this, have a great weekkkk

I have the part in my drafts but if i release it it will take time since i need to correct and maybe slightly update it but thank you for asking tho❤️

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I realize now that i have never introduced myself too you guys….would you maybe like to know about me more?

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I am currently posting a story on my wattpad about angels and vampires and shit and i was wondering if you would like for me to post it here too?

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heyy! hope you're doing well <3. idk if you're still writing for rachel zegler or lucy gray, but if you are, could i maybe request one with a fem! reader who has t1d? idm if it's x lucy gray or rachel, whichever you'd prefer <3 it's okay if not! stay safe + healthy, and have a good day/night! <3

heeey! yes i still write fro Rachel and Lucy and I am all about creating awareness’s for all sorts of stuff so consider it done! give me some time as I have some fanfictions ready about other celebs but I'll make work of it!

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Please love me

Waring: this has lots of smut, degrading, abuse and harassment…please be carefull. it ends good but just be aware. the story is based on 'the canyons'

Summary: Lindsay had left Y/n years ago for the rich producer Dalton but when Y/n gets proposed to play a part in Daltons movie, Lindsay immediately falls for the girl again.

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In the dimly lit restaurant, the air was thick with tension as Y/N sat across from Lindsay and her pompous boyfriend, Dalton. Y/N stole glances at Lindsay, feeling a pang of nostalgia mixed with resentment. They had once been inseparable, but Lindsay’s pursuit of wealth and status had torn them apart.

Dalton, with his smug demeanor and air of entitlement, seemed to relish in his superiority over everyone at the table. Y/N gritted her teeth, silently fuming at his condescending remarks towards Lindsay.

“So, Y/N,” Dalton began, his tone dripping with arrogance, “I hear you’re still trying to make it in this town. Must be tough, huh?”

Y/N forced a tight smile, refusing to let Dalton’s disdain get to her. “Yeah, it’s a grind, but I’m holding my own.”

Lindsay shot Y/N a sympathetic glance, her eyes silently pleading for understanding. Y/N felt a twinge of guilt at the sight. Despite everything, she still cared for Lindsay deeply.

As the conversation drifted to Dalton’s latest film project, Y/N’s ears perked up. A role in his upcoming movie? It was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to pass up, no matter how distasteful it was to work alongside Dalton.

“Actually, Y/N,” Dalton said, his voice oozing with faux generosity, “I’ve been thinking about casting you in a role. It’s a small part, but it could be your big break.”

Y/N exchanged a hesitant glance with Lindsay, who offered a reassuring nod. It was a chance to prove herself, even if it meant swallowing her pride.

“That sounds great, Dalton,” Y/N replied, masking her reluctance with a forced enthusiasm.

As the meal progressed, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. It was like old times, with Lindsay by her side and their shared dreams of making it big in Hollywood. But reality soon intruded, reminding Y/N of the chasm that had formed between them.

“I need to use the restroom,” Y/N announced, pushing back her chair.

Lindsay’s eyes widened with realization, and she quickly rose to her feet. “I’ll come with you,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Alone in the restroom, Y/N leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Lindsay hovered nearby, her presence a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

“I miss you,” Lindsay blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s heart ached at the confession, her own feelings too raw to ignore. “I miss you too,” she admitted, her voice choked with emotion.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of their unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air. But reality soon intruded, reminding them of the obstacles that stood in their way.

“We can’t keep doing this, Lindsay,” Y/N said, her voice tinged with sadness. “You made your choice, and I made mine.”

Lindsay nodded, her eyes filled with regret. “I know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

As Y/N leaned against the sink, her mind whirled with conflicting emotions. Lindsay’s presence beside her stirred up a storm of memories and desires that she had long tried to bury. But as Lindsay’s words hung heavy in the air, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her former lover.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like this, Lindsay,” Y/N said, her voice laced with frustration. “Dalton’s a jerk, and you know it.”

Lindsay flinched at the harshness of Y/N’s words, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Please, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice tinged with desperation. “Don’t say that.”

Y/N softened at the sight of Lindsay’s vulnerability, her heart aching at the pain she had caused. “Baby, he’s no good for you,” she said gently, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Lindsay’s face.

Lindsay recoiled at the endearment, her eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t call me that,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the restroom’s ventilation.

Their gaze locked, and for a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them in their shared moment of vulnerability. Y/N’s heart clenched at the sight of Lindsay’s tear-streaked face, her resolve crumbling in the face of their undeniable connection.

“I knew you still cared,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw it in your eyes weeks ago when we started…screwing around again.”

Lindsay’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening with surprise. “Y/N, we can’t keep doing this,” she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. “Dalton checks my phone, and if he finds out…”

Y/N’s heart sank at the reminder of the barriers that stood between them. “I can’t let you go, Lindsay,” she confessed, her voice choked with emotion. “I never stopped loving you.”

Lindsay’s expression softened at the confession, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You need to take Dalton’s proposal,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with resignation. “There’s a…scene in the movie, and after that, it’ll be the last time we…you know.”

Y/N’s heart shattered at the thought of their inevitable parting, but she knew Lindsay was right. With a heavy sigh, she nodded, steeling herself for the pain that lay ahead.

As they returned to the table, Y/N plastered on a smile, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Y/N and Lindsay returned to the table, the atmosphere had shifted. Dalton sat there, an air of arrogance surrounding him like an invisible cloak. His eyes bore into Lindsay, possessive and domineering, as if she were nothing more than a prized possession to be flaunted.

“Finally, you two are back,” Dalton remarked, his tone dripping with superiority. “I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”

Lindsay forced a tight smile, her eyes darting nervously between Y/N and Dalton. “Sorry about that,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amalia shot Y/N a concerned glance, silently urging her to stay calm. But Y/N could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface, fueled by Dalton’s blatant disregard for Lindsay’s feelings.

“So, Y/N,” Dalton began, his gaze lingering on Lindsay possessively. “Have you considered my proposal for the movie?”

Y/N clenched her jaw, struggling to maintain her composure in the face of Dalton’s arrogance. “Yeah, I have,” she replied through gritted teeth. “I’ll do it.”

Dalton smirked, his ego inflated by Y/N’s compliance. “Excellent,” he said, his voice oozing with self-satisfaction. “I knew you’d come to your senses eventually.”

Lindsay shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes downcast as she toyed with her napkin. Y/N’s heart ached at the sight, knowing that Lindsay deserved so much more than Dalton’s callous treatment.

“I need to use the restroom,” Lindsay murmured, her voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

Dalton’s eyes narrowed, his possessive gaze following Lindsay’s every move. “Don’t be long,” he said, his tone laced with thinly veiled warning. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

As Lindsay hurried away, Y/N’s fists clenched with fury. How could Dalton treat her like she was nothing more than an inconvenience? But before Y/N could voice her anger, Amalia placed a calming hand on her arm, silently urging her to bide her time.

When Lindsay returned to the table, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Dalton’s expression softened slightly, a hint of concern flickering across his features.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked, his voice tinged with faux sympathy.

Lindsay forced a tight smile, nodding weakly as she took her seat beside him. But Y/N could see the pain lurking beneath the surface, hidden behind a mask of compliance.

As the meal progressed, Dalton’s arrogance seemed to grow with each passing moment. He spoke over Lindsay, dismissing her opinions as if they were inconsequential. Y/N seethed with anger, her frustration reaching its boiling point.

“I think we should order dessert,” Dalton declared, his gaze flickering towards the waiter with an air of entitlement.

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. With a surge of determination, she stood up from the table, her voice ringing out clear and strong.

“Actually, Dalton,” she said, her tone laced with defiance, “I think we’re done here.”

Dalton’s eyes widened in shock, his arrogance faltering for the first time. But Y/N didn’t wait for a response. With a final glance at Lindsay, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Dalton’s arrogance behind her like a bad memory.

Y/N stood outside Dalton and Lindsay’s lavish Malibu home, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. She had agreed to come over to rehearse scenes for Dalton’s movie, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Still, she pushed aside her doubts and knocked on the door.

Lindsay opened the door, her figure draped in a silk robe that left little to the imagination. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the sight, her pulse quickening with arousal and confusion.

“What the heck are you wearing?” Y/N whispered, her eyes darting nervously around the foyer.

Lindsay’s expression darkened with sadness, her eyes downcast as she muttered, “Dalton made me do it. Let’s just drop it.”

Y/N bit back a retort, sensing Lindsay’s discomfort. Instead, she followed Lindsay into the living room, where Dalton sat on the couch in nothing but his underwear, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah, Y/N, glad you could make it,” Dalton said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We have some scenes to go over, and I thought we could…exercise together.”

Y/N’s confusion only deepened at Dalton’s suggestive tone, but she nodded reluctantly, taking a seat beside Lindsay on the couch. As Dalton began to explain the scene they would rehearse, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“We’ll be rehearsing the scene where Lindsay’s character seduces yours,” Dalton explained, his eyes lingering on Lindsay possessively.

Lindsay shifted uncomfortably beside Y/N, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But before she could protest, Dalton’s snarky comments cut through the air like a knife.

“Come on, Lindsay, let’s see some real acting,” Dalton sneered, his tone laced with mockery.

Lindsay clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I’m trying,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N felt a surge of anger at Dalton’s callous treatment of Lindsay, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. With a determined nod, she turned to Lindsay, pulling her closer by the waist.

“Let’s just focus on the scene,” Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. “Don’t think, just do.”

Lindsay nodded, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. With a deep breath, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as she began to seduce her in earnest.

As Dalton interrupted their scene, Y/N’s heart sank, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. His devilish smile sent shivers down her spine as he declared his intention to demonstrate how the scene should be played out. Y/N’s protests died in her throat as Dalton effortlessly picked up Lindsay, his strength and dominance on full display.

Lindsay’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance as Dalton threw her onto the couch, stripping away her robe with a callous disregard for her dignity. Y/N’s stomach churned with disgust as Dalton’s intentions became clear, his predatory gaze fixed on Lindsay with possessive hunger.

Y/N watched in horror as Dalton descended upon Lindsay, his actions crude and forceful. Lindsay’s cries filled the air, but it wasn’t fear that fueled them—it was desire. Despite the circumstances, Y/N could see the longing in Lindsay’s eyes as she looked at her, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

With each passing moment, Y/N’s heart shattered into a million pieces, her love for Lindsay warring with the disgust she felt towards Dalton. But as Lindsay’s moans grew louder, Y/N realized with a sinking feeling that Lindsay was putting on a show for her, a desperate attempt to reclaim some semblance of control in a situation that had spiraled out of her grasp.

“Lindsay…” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of Lindsay’s cries.

Lindsay’s eyes met Y/N’s with a mixture of shame and arousal, her desire burning bright despite the darkness that surrounded them. And as Lindsay called out Y/N’s name instead of Dalton’s, a surge of hope blossomed within Y/N’s chest, a flicker of light in the midst of the darkness.

But Dalton’s interruption shattered the moment, his voice cutting through the air like a knife as he hovered over Lindsay, demanding to know what she had said. Y/N’s heart clenched with fear as she watched Lindsay struggle to find the words, her gaze flickering between Y/N and Dalton with uncertainty.

In that moment, Y/N knew that they were playing a dangerous game, one that could destroy them both if they weren’t careful. But despite the risks, she couldn’t deny the pull of their forbidden love, the magnetic force that drew them together even in the face of danger.

As Dalton ordered Lindsay to the bedroom, Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. She watched in silence as Lindsay rose from the couch, her eyes pleading with Y/N for understanding. But before Y/N could protest, Dalton turned his attention to her, his gaze burning with lust and dominance.

“You,” Dalton said, his voice dripping with arrogance, “strip down. We’re going to rehearse the adult scene.

Y/N’s mind reeled with shock and disbelief. She had agreed to rehearse scenes for Dalton’s movie, but she hadn’t anticipated being thrust into such an intimate and uncomfortable situation. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Y/N nodded reluctantly, her hands trembling as she began to shed her clothes.

As Y/N carefully removed each article of clothing, she couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over her. Dalton’s eyes followed her every move, his gaze predatory and possessive as he watched her undress.

Once Y/N was naked, Dalton gestured towards the staircase, his voice laced with command. “Upstairs,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N followed Lindsay up the stairs, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She knew that agreeing to Dalton’s demands was a mistake, but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Lindsay alone with him.

As they entered the bedroom, Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight before her. Lindsay lay sprawled across the bed, her body tense with anticipation. Dalton stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring Lindsay with a hunger that made Y/N’s skin crawl.

“Filthy girl,” Dalton murmured, his voice laced with admiration. “So eager to please.”

Y/N’s stomach churned at Dalton’s words, her disgust warring with her concern for Lindsay. But before she could voice her protests, Dalton began to explain the scene they would rehearse, his words sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

“You,” Dalton said, turning his gaze towards Y/N, “are going to go down on her. Eat her out like the filthy little slut she is.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold at Dalton’s words, her mind reeling with horror and revulsion. But as she looked into Lindsay’s eyes, she saw a flicker of defiance and longing, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

With a heavy heart, Y/N knew that she had no choice but to comply with Dalton’s demands. As she moved towards the bed, her hands trembling with fear and uncertainty, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were playing a dangerous game, one that could destroy them

As Y/N began to kiss Lindsay’s neck, a wave of tenderness washed over her, drowning out the sound of Dalton’s lewd comments. She focused all her attention on Lindsay, determined to give her pleasure and make her forget, even if just for a moment, the oppressive presence of Dalton.

Lindsay’s breath hitched as Y/N’s lips trailed along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/N’s heart swelled with love and longing as she lavished attention on Lindsay’s neck, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along her spine.

Dalton’s voice, though still present, faded into the background as Y/N continued her ministrations. She ignored his praises of Lindsay’s “filthy” behavior, refusing to let his crude remarks taint the intimacy they shared.

With gentle hands, Y/N began to explore Lindsay’s body, her lips trailing down to her breasts. Lindsay gasped as Y/N’s tongue flicked across her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Dalton’s words became nothing more than a distant echo as Y/N whispered sweet nothings into Lindsay’s ear, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging outside their sanctuary.

“You’re beautiful,” Y/N murmured, her breath warm against Lindsay’s skin. “I love you.”

Lindsay’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Y/N’s with a mixture of gratitude and desire. In that moment, they were no longer trapped in Dalton’s twisted game—they were two souls bound together by love and longing, finding solace in each other’s arms.

With tender care, Y/N continued her journey downward, her lips trailing lower and lower until she reached Lindsay’s core. Dalton’s crude comments faded into the background as Y/N focused all her attention on giving Lindsay the pleasure she deserved.

But as Y/N’s lips met Lindsay’s most intimate places, Dalton’s voice cut through the air like a knife, spouting filthy comments that made Y/N’s skin crawl with disgust.

As Dalton spat another filthy comment at Lindsay, Y/N’s blood boiled with rage. But she bit her tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she focused on comforting Lindsay, her touch gentle and reassuring as they navigated through Dalton’s twisted game.

Once they were done, Y/N and Lindsay dressed silently, their movements heavy with the weight of the moment they had shared. Y/N’s heart ached as she watched Lindsay, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sadness.

As they prepared to part ways, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and dangers, but she couldn’t bear the thought of facing them alone.

“Hey, Lindsay,” Y/N said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lindsay looked up, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “Yeah?”

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “I was thinking…would you meet me tomorrow at the cafe downtown? I just…I need to talk to you.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened with surprise, her lips parting in astonishment. “Sure,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. “I’d like that.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips as she watched Lindsay, her heart swelling with love and hope. Despite everything they had been through, she knew that their love was worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of optimism for the future. No matter what obstacles lay ahead, she knew that as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything that stood in their way.

The next morning, Y/N waited anxiously at the cafe downtown, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the door, waiting for Lindsay to arrive. When Lindsay finally entered, her red hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, Y/N's breath caught in her throat.

"Lindsay, you look... stunning," Y/N said softly, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Lindsay blushed, her cheeks flushing with color at the compliment. "Thank you," she murmured, her green eyes sparkling with gratitude.

As they settled into their seats, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of urgency that gnawed at her insides. She knew that she needed to convince Lindsay to leave Dalton, but she also knew that it wouldn't be easy.

"Lindsay," Y/N began, her voice gentle but firm, "you need to get away from Dalton. You're not safe there."

Lindsay's expression softened with concern, but she shook her head stubbornly. "Dalton loves me," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation.

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's naivety, her love for her former lover warring with her frustration at her stubbornness. "Lindsay, that's bullshit," she said bluntly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Dalton doesn't love you. He's just using you for his own pleasure, and then tossing you aside like you're nothing."

Lindsay's eyes filled with anger, her fists clenching at her sides. "You don't know him like I do," she spat, her voice laced with defiance.

Y/N's heart sank at Lindsay's resistance, but she refused to give up. "Lindsay, listen to me," she said, her voice pleading. "I love you. I can't stand to see you hurt like this."

Lindsay's expression softened at Y/N's words, her gaze meeting hers with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. "But Dalton loves me too," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, her frustration reaching its breaking point. "Lindsay, open your eyes," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Can't you see that Dalton's just using you? You deserve so much better than this."

As Y/N asked Lindsay one more time to leave Dalton, her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of her words heavy in the air between them. But Lindsay's response shattered Y/N's hopes like fragile glass.

"We shouldn't meet anymore," Lindsay said, her voice barely above a whisper as she rose from her seat.

Y/N felt a surge of panic grip her heart as Lindsay moved to leave, the ache of rejection piercing her soul. "What about yesterday?" she blurted out, desperation creeping into her voice. "What about when we were together, when we..." Her voice trailed off as Lindsay's footsteps quickened, threatening to disappear from her life once again.

But Lindsay stopped in her tracks, her body tensing at Y/N's words. Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of fear and hope as she rushed after Lindsay, determined to make her see reason.

"What about yesterday?" Y/N repeated, her voice trembling with emotion. "I saw the desire in your eyes, Lindsay. Don't pretend like it didn't mean anything to you."

Lindsay hesitated, her green eyes clouded with uncertainty. But then, with a sudden burst of determination, she forcefully crashed her lips against Y/N's, her kiss fierce and desperate.

For a moment, time stood still as Y/N melted into Lindsay's embrace, the warmth of her touch melting away the walls that had separated them for so long.

As Y/N picked Lindsay up and carried her to her car, a sense of urgency gripped her heart. Lindsay's desperate pleas for Y/N to take her echoed in her ears, driving her forward with a fierce determination to protect the woman she loved.

Carefully laying Lindsay on the backseat, Y/N's hands trembled with a mixture of fear and desire as she leaned over her. Lindsay's tear-streaked face pleaded with Y/N, her eyes brimming with longing and desperation.

With gentle hands, Y/N began to kiss down Lindsay's neck, her lips tracing a path of fire along her skin. Lindsay's fingers fumbled with Y/N's shirt, her need for closeness evident in every touch.

"Dalton isn't soft and sweet with you like I am, is he?" Y/N murmured against Lindsay's skin, her voice thick with emotion.

Lindsay's cries of pain and sadness pierced the air, mingling with the sound of their ragged breaths as Y/N pulled her dress up, exposing her bruised thighs and hips. Y/N's heart shattered at the sight, her fingers trailing over Lindsay's bruised skin with gentle reverence.

As Lindsay averted her gaze, unable to meet Y/N's eyes, Y/N's heart clenched with sadness. "Lindsay, you're beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stunning."

Lindsay's sobs filled the car, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and desire as Y/N's lips trailed lower, kissing her thighs with tender affection. With a deep breath, Y/N lifted Lindsay's dress fully, revealing the bruises that marred her body.

As Y/N's lips met Lindsay's core, a shiver of pleasure coursed through her body, mingling with the pain and sadness that still lingered in the air. Lindsay's cries echoed in the confined space of the car, a symphony of desire and desperation that fueled Y/N's determination to give her lover the comfort and pleasure she deserved.

With each tender kiss and gentle caress, Y/N sought to erase the scars of Dalton's cruelty, to replace them with the warmth of her love and the sweetness of her touch. Lindsay's body arched against Y/N's, her fingers tangling in Y/N's hair as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

But as Lindsay's cries grew louder, a knot of fear tightened in Y/N's chest. She knew that their time together was fleeting, that they were dancing on the edge of danger in the unforgiving landscape of The Canyons. But in that moment, all she could focus on was the woman in her arms, the woman she loved more than life itself.

As Y/N's lips trailed higher, her tongue tracing delicate patterns along Lindsay's skin, she felt a sense of peace wash over her.

as Lindsay's cries reached a fever pitch, her body trembling with release, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, their love stronger than any obstacle they faced.

As Y/N and Lindsay dressed themselves again, a heavy silence hung between them, the weight of their actions pressing down upon them like a suffocating blanket. Lindsay's phone buzzed with a message from Dalton, and her heart sank as she read his demanding words asking where she was.

"Dalton's texting me," Lindsay murmured, her voice tinged with anxiety as she glanced at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, her expression grim. "You need to text me when you get home, okay?" she said, her voice soft but firm. "I need to know you're safe."

Lindsay's fingers trembled as she typed out a response to Dalton, her heart racing with fear and guilt. How could she face him after what had just transpired between her and Y/N? But she knew she had no choice but to return to the lion's den, to face the consequences of her actions head-on.

As Lindsay made her way home, the weight of her deception bore down upon her, each step heavier than the last. She forced a smile as she entered the front door, her heart pounding in her chest as she greeted Dalton with a casual "hi, baby."

But Dalton's expression was stony, his eyes boring into Lindsay with a cold intensity that made her blood run cold. "Where have you been?" he demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.

Lindsay's stomach churned with fear as she grabbed a bottle of wine, her hands trembling as she tried to appear nonchalant. "Just lunch with Amanda," she lied, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

But Dalton wasn't convinced, and he rose from the table with a menacing grace, his eyes fixed on Lindsay with a predatory gleam. As he approached her, Lindsay's heart raced with dread, knowing that she was about to face the consequences of her betrayal.

As Dalton drew dangerously close to Lindsay's face, the air crackled with tension, his presence looming over her like a dark cloud. Lindsay's heart raced in her chest as she felt his breath hot against her skin, his words a whispered threat that sent a chill down her spine.

"Lunch with Amanda smells a lot like Y/N," Dalton muttered lowly, his voice dripping with venom.

Lindsay's mind raced as she struggled to maintain her composure, her stomach churning with fear and guilt. How could Dalton know about her secret rendezvous with Y/N? Had he somehow found out the truth about their forbidden love?

Giggling nervously, Lindsay attempted to deflect Dalton's accusations, her voice trembling with false cheerfulness. "Oh, Dalton, how could you know how Y/N smells?" she said, her laughter forced and hollow.

But Dalton's eyes narrowed with suspicion, his gaze boring into Lindsay with a steely intensity that made her blood run cold. "Don't play games with me, Lindsay," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I know the truth."

Lindsay's heart plummeted as she realized that Dalton had seen through her charade, that he knew about her affair with Y/N. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to come up with a plausible explanation, but deep down, she knew that there was no escaping the truth.

As Lindsay stuttered, her words faltering under Dalton's intense gaze, her mind raced with fear and desperation. She knew she was trapped, caught in a web of deceit from which there was no escape. But as Dalton's growl of possession echoed in her ears, her heart hammered in her chest with a primal fear.

"What do you mean?" Lindsay stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Dalton's eyes flashed with anger, his possessive grip on Lindsay tightening with each passing moment. "Are you fucking Y/N behind my back?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Lindsay's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling with panic. She knew that admitting the truth would only make things worse, but lying to Dalton would only delay the inevitable.

"No," Lindsay whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Dalton's gaze with wide eyes filled with fear.

For a moment, there was silence as Dalton processed Lindsay's answer, his expression unreadable. But then, with a calmness that sent shivers down Lindsay's spine, he spoke.

"I'm going to bed," Dalton said, his voice cold and detached as he turned away from Lindsay and walked towards the bedroom.

Lindsay stood frozen in place, her body trembling with fear as she watched Dalton disappear from view. She knew that she had dodged a bullet for now, but she also knew that the storm was far from over.

The next morning, Lindsay awoke to find her phone missing from its usual spot on the nightstand. Panic surged through her veins as she realized that she had no way of contacting Y/N or anyone else outside the confines of Dalton's home. Desperate to retrieve her phone without alerting Dalton, Lindsay carefully detangled herself from his embrace and tiptoed towards the landline phone in the bureau next to their bedroom.

With trembling hands, Lindsay dialed her own number, hoping to hear the familiar ringtone that would lead her to her missing phone. But as the sound echoed through the room, Lindsay's heart sank as she realized that it was coming from Dalton's nightstand.

Taking a deep breath, Lindsay approached the drawer where the sound was coming from, her fingers trembling as she reached out to retrieve her phone. But before she could even touch it, a sudden force slammed her against the wall with brutal force.

Pain exploded through Lindsay's body as she collided with the hard surface, her breath knocked from her lungs as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Blinking back tears, Lindsay turned to face Dalton, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Dalton, please..." Lindsay pleaded, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to make sense of the situation.

But Dalton's expression was cold and unforgiving, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down Lindsay's spine. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed Lindsay's phone from the drawer, his grip tight and possessive as he held it out of her reach.

"You thought you could hide this from me?" Dalton growled, his voice low and dangerous as he glared at Lindsay with undisguised contempt.

Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the magnitude of her mistake, the realization sinking in that she was trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

As Lindsay stood against the wall, Dalton's words cut through her like a knife, each insult a blow to her already shattered sense of self. Tears streamed down her face as she listened to Dalton's venomous tirade, his accusations echoing in her ears like a relentless drumbeat.

"You're nothing but a slut," Dalton spat, his voice dripping with disgust. "Spreading your legs for that idiot Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

Lindsay's heart shattered as Dalton's words pierced her soul, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. "No, please, Dalton," she begged, her voice choked with sobs. "I swear, I didn't..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Dalton was upon her, his hands grabbing and pushing her with brutal force. Lindsay stumbled backwards, her body trembling with fear as Dalton's rage consumed him.

With a savage motion, Dalton's hand lashed out, striking Lindsay across the face with a resounding slap. Pain exploded through Lindsay's skull as she recoiled from the impact, her cheek stinging with the force of the blow.

"You're a slut, Lindsay," Dalton sneered, his voice filled with contempt. "A worthless whore who deserves nothing but my wrath."

Lindsay's world spun as Dalton's words washed over her, her mind reeling with disbelief and despair. How had things gone so horribly wrong? How had she ended up in this nightmare of her own making?

But as Dalton continued to berate her, his hands pulling at her hair with cruel abandon, Lindsay knew that there was no escaping the hellish reality of her situation. Trapped in Dalton's grip, she could only pray for a miracle to save her from the darkness that threatened to consume her.

As Dalton's rage reached its peak, his words became a torrent of filth and degradation, each syllable a cruel reminder of Lindsay's helplessness in the face of his brutality. Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for the onslaught, her body trembling with fear and revulsion.

With a savage motion, Dalton pushed Lindsay onto the bed with brutal force, his hands gripping her nightdress and pushing it up, exposing her vulnerable form to his leering gaze. Lindsay's cries of protest fell on deaf ears as Dalton loomed over her, his smirk twisted with sadistic pleasure.

"What a pretty girl you are when you submit," Dalton sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he towered over Lindsay.

Tears streamed down Lindsay's face as she lay pinned beneath Dalton's oppressive weight, her body shaking with a mixture of fear and disgust. She had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another human being.

But as Dalton forcefully entered her, a cry of pain tore from Lindsay's lips, her body wracked with agony as he violated her with cruel abandon. She felt like she was being torn apart, her soul ripped to shreds by Dalton's savage assault.

Through the haze of pain and despair, Lindsay could feel Dalton's hand closing around her throat, cutting off her breath with a vice-like grip. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to free herself from his suffocating grasp, but Dalton's strength was overwhelming.

As darkness threatened to consume her, Lindsay's mind raced with a desperate plea for salvation.

As Dalton finally pulled out, leaving Lindsay bruised and broken, his contemptuous sneer twisted into a grotesque mask of satisfaction. Lindsay lay on the bed, her body trembling with pain and humiliation, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to comprehend the horror of what had just transpired.

"You're nothing but a worthless slut," Dalton spat, his voice dripping with disdain as he looked down at Lindsay with disgust. "I hope you enjoy being used, because that's all you're good for."

Lindsay's heart shattered into a million pieces at Dalton's callous words, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of his cruelty. She felt like a hollow shell of her former self, stripped of dignity and hope by the man who claimed to love her.

As Dalton turned and walked away, leaving Lindsay alone in the darkness, she curled into a ball, her body racked with sobs of despair. She couldn't believe that this was her life now, trapped in a nightmare of her own making, with no escape in sight.

Through the haze of pain and anguish, Lindsay's mind raced with thoughts of Y/N, the only beacon of light in her otherwise bleak existence. But even as she longed for the comfort of Y/N's embrace, Lindsay knew that she was too broken, too damaged to ever find happiness again.

And as she lay there in the silence of the room, her body bruised and battered, Lindsay prayed for a miracle to save her from the darkness.

As Lindsay lay there, battered and bruised, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains offered no solace, only a cruel reminder of the nightmare she couldn't escape. She felt like a shell of her former self, her spirit broken and her body ravaged by Dalton's cruelty.

Suddenly, Dalton's arrogant voice shattered the silence, his words cutting through Lindsay's haze of pain and despair like a knife. "Get up and dress sexy," he demanded, his tone dripping with disdain. "We have a meeting."

Lindsay's heart sank as she listened to Dalton's callous command, her stomach churning with dread at the thought of facing the outside world in her current state. How could he be so indifferent to her suffering, so oblivious to the agony she was enduring?

With a heavy sigh, Lindsay forced herself to sit up, her body protesting with every movement. She felt like she was moving through molasses, each step a Herculean effort as she struggled to comply with Dalton's demand.

As she forced herself to dress in clothes that felt like a mockery of her pain, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over her. She was trapped in Dalton's world, a prisoner of his cruelty, with no hope of escape in sight.

And as she followed Dalton out of the room, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of his arrogance, Lindsay knew that she was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game, a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.

As Dalton grabbed Lindsay by the ass, his touch sending shivers of revulsion down her spine, Lindsay fought to suppress a wave of nausea. She felt like she was suffocating in Dalton's presence, his arrogance and cruelty a suffocating weight that threatened to crush her spirit.

"You should behave like a good girl," Dalton sneered, his grip tightening on Lindsay's flesh with possessive force. "We wouldn't want people to think you're anything less than perfect."

Lindsay's cheeks burned with humiliation as Dalton's words echoed in her ears, his contemptuous tone a constant reminder of her powerless position in his world. She felt like nothing more than a puppet on a string, forced to dance to Dalton's twisted tune.

As they drove to the meeting, Lindsay sat in silence beside Dalton, her mind swirling with a mixture of fear and loathing. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to become trapped in this nightmare, a prisoner of Dalton's cruelty with no hope of escape.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Lindsay felt a sense of dread wash over her as she sat next to Dalton at the meeting table. The two men across from them leered at Lindsay with hungry eyes, their gaze stripping her bare in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Wow, Dalton, you really know how to pick 'em," one of the men said, his voice oozing with sleazy admiration. "She's a real beauty."

The other man chuckled, his eyes raking over Lindsay's body with undisguised lust. "I bet she's a good fuck," he said, his words like a punch to the gut.

Dalton laughed, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "Oh, she's really good to use," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Isn't that right, darling?"

Lindsay's heart sank as Dalton's words washed over her, the realization sinking in that she was nothing more than an object to be used and discarded in Dalton's twisted game.

As Dalton continued to make filthy jokes at Lindsay's expense, the men at the table laughed uproariously, their voices mingling with Dalton's in a cacophony of cruelty. Lindsay felt sick to her stomach as she listened to their lewd comments, her cheeks burning with shame and indignation.

"Can we fuck her?" one of the men asked, his eyes glittering with anticipation as he leered at Lindsay.

Dalton shrugged, his smirk twisted with malice. "Why not?" he replied, his tone flippant as he waved a dismissive hand in Lindsay's direction.

Lindsay's heart raced with panic as Dalton forcefully pulled her up from her seat, his grip on her arm like a vice as he pushed her towards the back rooms of the restaurant. She stumbled forward, her mind reeling with disbelief at the nightmare unfolding before her.

The men followed behind like dogs on a leash, their lecherous gazes burning into Lindsay's skin as they eagerly anticipated their turn with her. Lindsay felt like she was living in a nightmare, her body trembling with fear and revulsion as she was herded towards the private rooms at the back of the restaurant.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lindsay knew that she was about to be subjected to unspeakable horrors at the hands of Dalton and his cronies. And as she stepped into the darkness of the private rooms, her spirit shattered beneath the weight of their cruelty.

As Lindsay stuttered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation, she summoned the last shreds of her courage to make a desperate plea to Dalton.

"C-can I have my phone back?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Dalton's gaze with wide eyes filled with pleading.

But Dalton's response was swift and merciless. With a brutal shove, he pushed Lindsay down onto the bed, the force of his actions knocking the wind from her lungs. Lindsay gasped for breath as she struggled to comprehend the horror of what was about to unfold.

The men wasted no time in shedding their clothes, their eager anticipation palpable in the air as they advanced towards Lindsay like predators closing in on their prey. Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to summon the strength to fight back, but she knew that she was no match for Dalton and his cronies.

With a cruel grip, Dalton grabbed Lindsay's chin, his touch like fire against her skin as he forced her to meet his gaze. "Be a good girl," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Spread your legs."

Lindsay's stomach churned with revulsion as she felt Dalton's fingers dig into her flesh, his words a cruel reminder of her powerlessness in the face of his brutality.

Tears welled in Lindsay's eyes as she stared up at Dalton, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of dominance and cruelty. She felt a sickening combination of fear, shame, and anger coursing through her veins as she realized the depth of the depravity she was about to endure.

With trembling hands, Lindsay obeyed Dalton's command, slowly parting her legs as he demanded. The men's lecherous grins only fueled her sense of dread, their hungry gazes stripping her of any remaining sense of dignity.

As Lindsay lay there, exposed and vulnerable, she felt a surge of defiance rising within her. She refused to let Dalton and his cohorts break her spirit completely. But before she could muster the strength to fight back, Dalton's rough hands were on her, his touch sending waves of revulsion coursing through her body.

Lindsay clenched her teeth, determined to endure whatever horrors awaited her, but every touch, every caress felt like a violation of her very being. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sounds of Dalton's laughter and the men's eager whispers, but they echoed in her mind like a relentless refrain.

As the men closed in, their hungry hands reaching for her, Lindsay's heart sank. She felt like a puppet, powerless to resist as she was dragged deeper into the darkness of Dalton's twisted world.

And as the first wave of pain washed over her, Lindsay knew that she was alone, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. She could only pray for the strength to survive the horrors.

As the men finished with Lindsay, their callous laughter and crude remarks echoing in the air, Lindsay lay on the bed, her body trembling with pain and humiliation. She felt utterly violated, her spirit shattered by the brutal assault she had endured at the hands of Dalton and his cronies.

With a cold detachment, Dalton looked down at Lindsay, his expression unreadable as he ordered her to get dressed. Lindsay's hands shook as she reached for her clothes, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as she struggled to compose herself.

But as she pulled on her clothes, each movement a painful reminder of the violation she had endured, Lindsay couldn't stop the tears from flowing. They streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of mascara in their wake as she wept silently, her sobs muffled by the darkness of the room.

Dalton watched Lindsay's tears with a mixture of indifference and contempt, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he waited impatiently for her to finish dressing. He had gotten what he wanted from her, and now she was nothing more than an inconvenience, a reminder of the sordid events that had unfolded in the unforgiving landscape of The Canyons.

Finally, Lindsay was dressed, her clothes clinging to her like a shroud of shame. She stood before Dalton, her body trembling with exhaustion and despair, as he looked down at her with a sneer of disgust.

"Let's go," he said curtly, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion.

Lindsay nodded silently, her throat constricted with emotion as she followed Dalton out of the room.

As Dalton drove Lindsay back home, the silence in the car was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Lindsay's quiet sobs. She felt utterly drained, her body aching with every movement, and her mind reeling from the trauma she had just endured.

When they arrived back at the house, Dalton abruptly informed Lindsay that he had to take care of something and left her stumbling at the doorstep. Lindsay's heart sank as she watched him drive away, leaving her standing there alone in her anguish.

With trembling hands, Lindsay fumbled with the key, her vision blurred by tears as she stumbled into the house. The familiar surroundings offered no comfort, only a painful reminder of the horrors she had endured.

As she collapsed onto the couch, her body wracked with sobs, Lindsay felt an overwhelming sense of disgust wash over her. She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't comprehend how she had allowed herself to become trapped in Dalton's twisted world.

Desperate for some semblance of solace, Lindsay made her way to the landline phone, her fingers shaking as she dialed Y/N's number. With each ring, her heart pounded in her chest, longing for the comforting presence of her lover.

Finally, Y/N answered, her voice a lifeline in Lindsay's sea of despair. "Lindsay? Is everything okay?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.

But before Lindsay could respond, she was overcome by a fresh wave of tears, her words choked with emotion. "Y/N," she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. "I need you."

Y/N's heart sank at the sound of Lindsay's tear-stricken voice. She could feel the urgency, the desperation in Lindsay's words, and it tore at her own heart. "Lindsay, what's wrong? What happened?" Y/N's voice was laced with concern, her mind racing with worry for her former lover.

Lindsay struggled to compose herself, her breath hitching as she fought to find the words to explain the horrors she had just endured. "I-I... I can't... I need you," she managed to choke out between sobs, her voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's distress, her own emotions swirling as she tried to decipher the depth of Lindsay's pain. "I'm coming, Lindsay. Just stay on the line with me, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can," Y/N reassured her, her voice soft and soothing.

As Lindsay clung to the phone, her tears staining the receiver, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Y/N was coming. Y/N would be there for her, to offer comfort and solace in her darkest hour.

Y/N's heart raced with worry as she pulled up to the imposing gates of Dalton's Malibu mansion. The sight of the grand estate, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, filled her with a sense of unease. She knew that behind those elegant façades lay a world of darkness and pain, a world that had ensnared Lindsay in its cruel grip.

Without hesitation, Y/N leaped out of her car, her footsteps echoing loudly on the pavement as she hurried towards the imposing front door. With trembling hands, she rang the doorbell like a maniac, the urgency of her actions a reflection of the turmoil raging within her soul.

Seconds felt like eternity as Y/N waited anxiously for someone to answer the door. She prayed fervently that Lindsay would be okay, that she would find solace in the embrace of her arms.

Finally, the door creaked open, revealing the stern face of a butler. "May I help you?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. "I-I'm here to see Lindsay," she stammered, her words barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

The butler's expression softened slightly, as if recognizing the urgency in Y/N's voice. "Miss Lohan is upstairs," he said, gesturing towards the staircase. "But I must warn you, she is not in a good state."

Without waiting for further explanation, Y/N rushed past the butler and up the stairs, her heart hammering in her chest with each step. She had to find Lindsay, had to hold her close and let her know that she was not alone.

As she reached the top of the stairs, Y/N's heart sank at the sight that greeted her. Lindsay stood in the hallway, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her expression haunted by the horrors she had endured.

Without a moment's hesitation, Y/N pulled Lindsay into her arms, holding her tightly as if her life depended on it. "I'm here, Lindsay. I'm here," she whispered, her voice filled with love and reassurance.

Y/N's heart shattered at Lindsay's words, her own eyes brimming with tears as she held her former lover close. She couldn't believe the depth of Lindsay's suffering, the unimaginable horrors she had endured at the hands of Dalton.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with anguish as she stroked Lindsay's hair, trying to offer whatever comfort she could. "Why did you let him hurt you like this?"

Lindsay's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with the force of her grief. "I was scared," she confessed, her voice raw with pain. "I didn't know what to do. I thought I could handle it on my own, but... but I can't."

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's admission, her own guilt gnawing at her insides. She wished she had been there for Lindsay, wished she had been able to protect her from the horrors of Dalton's cruelty.

"What did he do to you?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she held Lindsay's trembling form. "Tell me everything."

Lindsay took a shuddering breath, her words coming out in gasps as she recounted the nightmare of her existence with Dalton. She told Y/N about the physical abuse, the emotional manipulation, and the degradation she had suffered at his hands.

"He... he punched me," Lindsay whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own tears. "He used me, and then he... he let two men use me in a meeting he had. He... he said I was nothing but a worthless slut, that I deserved everything that happened to me."

Y/N's heart clenched with fury at Dalton's despicable actions, her blood boiling with rage at the thought of him laying a hand on Lindsay. But as she looked into Lindsay's tear-stained eyes, she knew that now was not the time for anger. Now was the time for action, for escape.

"Come on," Y/N said firmly, her voice tinged with determination as she helped Lindsay to her feet. "We're getting you out of here."

With gentle hands, Y/N guided Lindsay to her bed, her heart breaking at the sight of her brokenness. She knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but she was determined to stand by Lindsay's side every step of the way.

As Lindsay sat on the edge of the bed, her sobs slowly subsiding, Y/N retrieved a suitcase from the closet and began to pack Lindsay's belongings. With each item she placed inside, she felt a sense of purpose wash over her, a determination to protect the woman she loved from any further harm.

As Y/N guided Lindsay towards her car, she couldn't shake the feeling of anger and sadness coursing through her veins. Seeing Lindsay in such a broken state tore at Y/N's heart, igniting a fierce determination to protect her from any further harm.

Carefully, Y/N placed the suitcase in the back of the car, ensuring that Lindsay's belongings were safe and secure. With a gentle hand on Lindsay's shoulder, she guided her into the passenger seat, buckling her in with tender care.

Lindsay stared out of the window, her tears leaving streaks on the glass as she silently wept. Y/N's heart ached at the sight, wishing she could take away Lindsay's pain with just a touch.

As Y/N started the car and pulled out of the driveway, the silence in the car was palpable, broken only by the sound of Lindsay's soft sobs. Y/N glanced over at her, her heart breaking at the sight of her former lover's anguish.

The drive home felt like an eternity, each passing mile a painful reminder of the horrors they were leaving behind. Y/N kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Lindsay's trembling hand, offering silent comfort as they navigated the winding roads of The Canyons.

Finally, they arrived at Y/N's house, a small oasis of peace amidst the chaos of their lives. Y/N helped Lindsay out of the car, guiding her gently towards the front door.

Once inside, Y/N led Lindsay to the living room, where soft lamplight bathed the space in a warm glow. She guided Lindsay to the couch, urging her to sit down and rest while she fetched some water and a warm blanket.

With gentle hands, Y/N tucked the blanket around Lindsay's shoulders, her heart breaking at the sight of her brokenness. She knelt before Lindsay, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered words of comfort and reassurance.

"You're safe now, Lindsay," Y/N said softly, her voice filled with love and compassion. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Y/N's heart ached as she gently suggested that Lindsay take a shower, noticing the dirt and dried blood marring her once radiant features. Lindsay's eyes were filled with a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability as she nodded in agreement, silently pleading for Y/N's help.

With tender care, Y/N assisted Lindsay out of her dress, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the myriad cuts, bruises, and wounds that marred Lindsay's delicate skin. Each mark was a painful reminder of the cruelty she had endured at Dalton's hands over the past year.

As Y/N guided Lindsay into the shower, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger towards Dalton for inflicting such pain on someone she cared so deeply for. But in that moment, her focus was solely on providing comfort and solace to Lindsay, helping her wash away the physical and emotional scars of her past.

Lindsay's voice trembled as she asked Y/N to shower with her, her eyes pleading for the warmth and intimacy that only Y/N could provide. With a tender smile, Y/N nodded, silently vowing to be there for Lindsay in whatever way she needed.

Stepping behind Lindsay, Y/N undressed slowly, her own body trembling with a mixture of nerves and longing. As the warm water cascaded over them, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over her, the intimacy of the moment stripping away the barriers between them.

As she took in the sight of Lindsay's body, fully covered in bruises and scars, Y/N's heart broke all over again. But she refused to let the darkness of their past overshadow the love and tenderness they shared in that moment.

Gently, Y/N pulled Lindsay into her arms, holding her tightly as they stood beneath the steady stream of water. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, they found solace in each other's embrace, a beacon of light in the darkness of their shared pain.

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I Mean It Different Than You Do

Pairing: Leighton x Reader

Warnings: surgery recovery, pure fluff

Word Count: 2500

Anonymous Asked: Hi! Could i please request a Leighton x fem reader that’s kind of based on the episode of slocg where Kimberly has her surgery and the Kansas guy takes care of her and she thinks hey only thinks of her like tiny Tim lol but instead it’s with Leighton x reader and leighton takes care of a sick reader and finds out that they have feelings for each other and it’s full of fluff! Sorry if this is confusing lol

Took inspiration from Reneé's song "I Do" as well.

Leighton and reader are best friends. Leighton helps reader through their wisdom tooth surgery.

You had found a friend in a very unlikely person. 

The first time you noticed her, she was trying to get drunk off of tiny disposable cups of wine while volunteering at the Women’s Center open mic night. 

The second time you noticed her, she was sitting down in the seat in front of you in your spring semester astronomy class. 

After working on a class project together, you discovered that she was actually a very sweet person underneath her designer clothes, perfectly straightened blonde hair, and chilly attitude. You became fast friends over that second semester at Essex and ended up spending a lot of time together outside of class. 

You watched as Leighton Murray grew more and more comfortable with her sexuality over time. As her friend, you supported her exploration of being out and were there for her throughout the ups and downs of her relationships with Alicia and Tatum. 

You invited her over to your off-campus apartment when she needed some time to decompress from Essex life. You watched movies together almost every weekend. You forced her to experience some natural New England beauty with brief hiking trips and lake days. 

She brought you to parties, took you along shopping and out for lunch and dinner, and earnestly tried to get you more involved in the dating scene. Leighton even set up a dating app profile for you once and you just giggled and said, “I don’t want to meet someone through an app!” 

She rolled her eyes at you, “I give up! Don’t you want to start seeing people?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, “I feel like I have everything I want right now.”

“How are we so different?” the blonde mused, turning her attention to her own phone, which was constantly blowing up with messages. “Well, whatever. I’m not going to force you to date just for the sake of it, but I feel like you’re missing out.”

You didn’t say anything in response. You were reading in your bed and Leighton was laying next to you comfortably. You were holding a highlighter in between your teeth and occasionally shifting so that you could annotate in your book. You had noticed that Leighton had been glancing over at you a few times but you didn’t say anything about it. 

She flipped her phone to face you at some point, showing you an instagram post announcing an upcoming Theta party, “wanna go?”

You looked at the date of the party and frowned, shaking your head, “can’t. I’m sorry, Leight. I’m getting my wisdom teeth out that day.”

“Aw shit, really? That sucks…”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m going to need the weekend to recover. Actually, I was going to ask you if I could get your help with a ride to and from the dentist but you should go to the party so don’t worry about it.”

“No, I'd love to help! You think I’d rather be hanging out in the rancid Theta house than eating popsicles and binging Housewives with my best friend?”

You laughed, “Well I don’t know, would you rather hang out with me after getting wisdom tooth surgery than go to a party and potentially meet a hottie to spend the night with?”

Leighton smirked at you and shifted a little bit closer to you in the bed, leaning her head on your shoulder, “nah… lately, you’re the only hottie I’ve been wanting to spend my time with.”

“Yeah, right,” you snorted. 

“I’m being serious, dumbass.”

You both looked at each other for a moment. You were thrown off by her words, surely she didn’t mean…

“What are you reading, anyway?” Leighton asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Oh, nothing too exciting…” you go on to tell her about the assigned reading you were doing for your poetry class and she listened to you, letting the awkwardness of the earlier conversation fade away. 

Leighton hung out at your apartment, enjoying the ability to do her homework in the easy quiet with you rather than amidst all the chaos of the dorms and her suite. You ordered take out and watched a show on your laptop and then she reluctantly got ready to leave to go home for the night. She was packing up her tote bag and then you just blurted it out, “stay.”

She looked up at you, “huh?”

“You could just stay. You don’t have to go back to campus, if you don’t want to, I mean. Like, I’m not kicking you out.”

“Are you saying that I don’t have to go, or are you asking me to stay?”

“Are those two different things?”

She nodded, “yes.”

You took a deep breath, “then… I’m asking you to stay, I guess. I don’t want you to go. Sleep over.”

Leighton smiled and let go of her bag before joining you on the bed again, “okay, let’s watch another episode then.”

You ended up watching another two episodes of tv, eating microwave popcorn in bed and laughing over stupid things. 

Life was easier with Leighton. 

Your neck was hurting you. You blinked a few times then realized that you and Leighton had fallen asleep cuddled up with each other and left the laptop playing the show. You were now staring at the screen that read “Are you still watching?”

You shifted your body slightly, trying not to wake Leighton up. She moved and you thought you had woken her but she just sniffled slightly and hugged you a little tighter. You carefully got rid of your laptop and adjusted yourself in the bed so that you could lie down fully and Leighton came with you, sleeping on her side with her head tucked into the crook of your neck. 

You smiled and pulled the blankets over you both, then turned off your bedside lamp and fell back to sleep with Leighton in your arms. 

Leighton had woken up that following morning with a cute smile and said, “that was the best sleep.” The blonde pressed a quick peck of a kiss to your cheek before she got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She didn’t bother closing the bathroom door all the way. You glanced over at her while she looked in the mirror and fixed her hair. 

You didn’t talk about any of it and you didn’t know what to think. Leighton was your best friend. She didn’t have feelings for you. She would’ve said something by now. This was just what it was like to have a close friend, you assumed. 

The rest of your week was fairly standard. Classes and homework sucked up your time, but you and Leighton had developed a routine that you always stuck to. You met at Sips for coffee on Monday afternoons. You ate dining hall lunch together on Tuesdays and Fridays. You walked to astro and sat together every Wednesday, and hung out at your apartment Wednesday nights before going to the observatory for your nighttime astronomy assignments. 

And in all that time, you never once discussed the cuddling, or the little kiss, so you convinced yourself that you were overthinking it and tried to let it go. 

When Friday came around, Leighton had shown up outside of your apartment building that morning with one of the fancier Ubers generously paid for by her father ready to take you to and from your surgery. 

You came outside wearing comfy clothes and she smiled and opened the car door for you.

She then got into the car on the other side and sat next to you, “I already went shopping and got everything I thought you might need this weekend to recover and I have a ton of low-energy-investment plans to make sure you don’t get bored. I’m going to stay with you for as long as you want me to, unless I drive you crazy, of course, but-”

“Leight, you didn’t have to do all of that…”

“It’s nothing! I want to take care of you.”

“You do? Why?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “cause I want to, why else?”

“I… I don’t deserve you, Leighton.”

“Oh, shut up. That’s not true,” she paused for a moment then said, “you’re my best friend and I love you.”

“I love you too…”

Leighton waited with you until you were taken back to be prepped and put to sleep for your wisdom teeth extraction. The last thing she said to you was, “I’ll have my camera ready for when you come out of the anesthesia!”

You stuck your tongue out at her angrily as you were whisked away and went unconscious while imagining seeing her face when you woke up again. 

You woke up in a different room, lying down flat on a recovery bed. You felt weird but not particularly bad.

Your vision came into focus slowly and the blonde was sitting in a chair beside the bed scrolling through her phone. You made a noise and she turned and looked at you, “hey there,” she said softly, sliding herself and the chair a little closer to you, “how are you feeling?”

Your mouth was all swollen and your head was all wrapped up with ice packs on either cheek. You mumbled, “fine.”

She smiled, “the dentist said everything went well so you should expect a pretty easy recovery.”

You nodded slowly then looked at her quizzically and mumbled, “do I look pretty?”

Leighton laughed, “do you look pretty? Well, I’ll admit that you’ve had better days but you’re still your gorgeous self, why?”

“I dunno… I thought maybe I wouldn’t be pretty anymore… all swollen…”

“You have nothing to worry about, trust me.”

“You’re so nice, Leighton… some people think you’re mean but you’re not mean you’re so nice… and you’re gay and I love that about you…” 

Leighton shook her head and laughed and just held your hand gently while you rested and came back to your senses over the next half hour or so. 

Leighton helped you to the car and let you lean against her on the drive back, then she helped you get comfy in your bed and made a little station nearby with drinks and foods that were safe for you to have, and pain meds if you needed them. 

She got into bed next to you and fired up Netflix before saying, “you can cuddle against me, whatever is comfy for you.” 

You nodded and said, “thank you, baby…” 

She raised an eyebrow at your word choice but didn’t say anything. You watched Netflix for a little while but you eventually dozed off against Leighton’s shoulder. You vaguely felt her playing with your hair and scratching your scalp lightly while you rested. You let out a pleased hum and cuddled against her even more closely. 

She gently woke you up later and quietly said, “I can hear your stomach growling, wanna eat something?” 

You took a second to process what she was saying but then you nodded and she grabbed a cup of applesauce for you. 

You took it happily and started to eat carefully, wincing slightly at the experience but feeling happy to have some food.

“You’re the best friend ever,” you began, “taking care of me like this… seeing me in such a pathetic state.” 

“I wouldn’t call you pathetic, not at all. You’re cute.” 

You groaned slightly.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting?” 

You shook your head, “no, no… it’s nothing, nevermind.” 

She lightly poked you in the side and made you giggle, “come on, now. You can tell me anything. Is something wrong?” 

You were quiet for a minute, thinking. Overthinking. Playing your entire friendship with Leighton back in your head.

“I see those gears turning, what are you thinking about?” 

“I shouldn’t have asked you to take care of me,” you finally stated. 

Leighton looked concerned, “What? Why not? Am I bugging you?” 

“No!” You exclaimed, “no… you’re perfect… that’s the problem.” 

“I don’t understand…” 

“You’re so perfect. So perfect. And incredible. And beautiful. And I think I’m an idiot.” 

“An idiot? You’re not an idiot… I’m lost, babe, what is this about?” 

“I’m so stupid,” you sighed, “you’re never not going to see me as more than a friend are you?”

Leighton stared at you. 

“I don’t want to be cute,” you tried to explain, “I don’t want to be just cute to you… I want more… but I’ve gone and fucked it up…” 

Leighton started to understand and nodded slowly, “okay, first of all, I just want to state for the record that you have some pretty serious painkillers in your system right now, but with that being said, you haven’t fucked anything up… why would you think that?” 

You started to tear up, you couldn’t help it, “you’re never going to like me now… not after seeing me like this. I took too long trying to figure out my feelings…”

Leighton’s brows furrowed, “I like you plenty, this doesn’t change that… wait, what feelings?” 

“My feelings… for you… you’re my best friend, Leight… and I thought that was just how it was always going to be… but I think it’s more than that for me and I just didn’t realize and it’s too late…” 

Leighton took a deep breath in through her nose and spoke softly, “it’s not too late…” 

You looked up at her face and saw tears welling up in her eyes.

“It’s not too late,” she repeated, “not for you and me… I’ll wait for you forever. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready…” 

“Leighton… what?” 

“I love you, you incredible, oblivious sweetheart.” 

You were genuinely shocked, and your reaction was only amplified by how loopy you were feeling, “what?! You love me?! Like, love, love me?” 

Leighton laughed, “yes. I thought I was being obvious!” 

“You love me?!” You exclaimed again. 

Leighton wrapped her arms around you in a hug, “I love you. Are you trying to say that you have feelings for me, too?” 

“Yes! That’s what I’m trying to say… I love you, too, Leighton. I really love you. More than a friend. I want to kiss you and I want to be your girlfriend. I don’t want you to go on dates with anyone else. I want to cuddle with you every night. I want you.” 

Leighton’s smile was the biggest you’d ever seen it, “that’s what I want, too.”

You looked at her and then your face fell into a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t kiss you!”

Leighton laughed lightly, “that’s okay. We’ll kiss when you’re all better, but for now…” she leaned in and gave you a kiss on your forehead, “there.”

You smiled and nuzzled against her, cuddling closely once again, and whispered, “I love you, Leighton.”

“I love you, too.”

[simpforfandom231]

Flare - up days

warning: fluff, smut, chronical illness, cuteness, slightly mentioning of drug abuse . that's it i guess. pairing: Lindsay Lohan x fem!reader

A/N: yeah just because i can, i'm dropping this here. This is like a really long one because I didn’t want to make multi parts but I will see if I make another part of it. Enjoy :)

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The first rays of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the tangled sheets of Lindsay Lohan and Y/n's bed. Lindsay stirred, her arm instinctively reaching out to pull Y/n closer, the warmth of their bodies intertwined bringing comfort and contentment.

Lindsay pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's bare shoulder, her lips lingering as she savored the intimacy of the moment. "Good morning, my love," she whispered, her breath tickling Y/n's skin.

Y/n let out a sleepy sigh, shifting slightly in Lindsay's embrace. "Morning," she murmured, her voice heavy with drowsiness. But then, a hint of discomfort crept into her tone. "My spine hurts again," she confessed, her words tinged with frustration.

Lindsay's heart squeezed with sympathy as she traced gentle circles on Y/n's back. "I'm sorry, baby," she cooed, her fingers dancing over the tense muscles. "It's that kind of day again, huh?"

Y/n nodded, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Yeah," she sighed, feeling defeated by the familiar ache that plagued her mornings.

Determined to ease Y/n's discomfort, Lindsay reluctantly untangled herself from their embrace and slipped out of bed. With a tender smile, she promised, "I'll be right back, sweetheart. Let me grab an ice pack for your back."

As Lindsay padded barefoot across the room, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Y/n, so vulnerable and yet so resilient. Despite the pain that often plagued her, Y/n faced each day with unwavering strength and grace, a quality that Lindsay admired endlessly.

Returning with an ice pack in hand, Lindsay settled back onto the bed beside Y/n, tucking the cool compress gently against her girlfriend's aching spine. "There you go, love," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Y/n's temple. "Hopefully, this will help."

Y/n offered a tired but grateful smile, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed into the comforting embrace of Lindsay's love.

As Lindsay tucked the ice pack securely against Y/n's back, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the sight of her girlfriend's discomfort. Y/n's frustration with her chronic illness was palpable, and Lindsay wished she could shoulder the burden for her, if only for a moment.

"I hate this," Y/n murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she shifted restlessly on the bed. "I hate feeling like my body's betraying me."

Lindsay's heart ached at the raw honesty in Y/n's words. Wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, she whispered soothingly, "I know, babe. I wish I could take it all away for you."

Y/n buried her face in Lindsay's chest, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace. "Just stay in bed with me," she pleaded softly, her voice muffled against Lindsay's skin. "Please."

Lindsay chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her chest and sending a ripple of warmth through Y/n's body. "As tempting as that sounds, sweetheart, I promised you breakfast," she teased, brushing a gentle kiss against Y/n's forehead.

Y/n pouted playfully, her lips forming a mock-frown as she protested, "But you're too far away when you're in the kitchen."

Lindsay couldn't help but laugh at Y/n's dramatic display, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'll be back before you know it," she promised, pressing another quick kiss to Y/n's lips before reluctantly extricating herself from their embrace.

As Lindsay disappeared into the kitchen, Y/n let out a theatrical sigh, flopping back onto the pillows with exaggerated melodrama. "I don't know how I'll survive without you," she called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lindsay's laughter floated back from the kitchen, a melodic symphony that filled the room with warmth and joy. "You'll manage, darling," she called back, the sound of pots and pans clattering against the countertop punctuating her words.

True to her word, Lindsay returned moments later, a tray laden with breakfast goodies balanced precariously in her hands. She settled back onto the bed beside Y/n, arranging the food with meticulous care before finally settling in beside her girlfriend.

"Voila!" Lindsay declared triumphantly, presenting the feast before them with a flourish. "Breakfast is served, my love."

Y/n's eyes widened in delight as she surveyed the array of pancakes, fruit, and freshly brewed coffee spread out before them. "Wow, you really outdid yourself this time," she exclaimed, reaching eagerly for a pancake drenched in syrup.

Lindsay beamed with pride at Y/n's reaction, her heart swelling with love for the woman beside her. "Anything for you, sweetheart," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Y/n's cheek before digging into her own plate with gusto.

Y/n winced as she shifted in bed, the pain in her back a constant reminder of her body's limitations. Despite Lindsay's efforts to ease her discomfort, the ache persisted, a relentless companion that seemed determined to overshadow their morning.

Lindsay watched with concern as Y/n's brows furrowed in pain, her own heart heavy with empathy for her girlfriend's struggle. "Are you okay, love?" she asked softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Y/n's face.

Y/n managed a weak smile, though the pain lingered in the depths of her eyes. "Just the usual," she replied, her voice tinged with resignation. "But breakfast in bed with you makes it all worth it."

Lindsay returned Y/n's smile, her heart swelling with gratitude for the love they shared. "I'm glad you think so, babe," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/n's forehead.

As they enjoyed their breakfast together, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a bubbling excitement in the pit of her stomach. "Hey, guess what?" she exclaimed suddenly, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

Y/n perked up at Lindsay's excitement, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" she asked, setting aside her fork to give Lindsay her full attention.

Lindsay grinned, unable to contain her excitement any longer. "Tonight's the Zoom meeting reunion with the cast of Mean Girls!" she announced eagerly. "I'm so excited to catch up with everyone."

Y/n's eyes widened in realization, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "That's right," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I can't wait to see you all together again."

Lindsay beamed at Y/n's enthusiasm, her heart swelling with pride at the thought of sharing such a special moment with her girlfriend. "It's going to be so much fun," she agreed, reaching out to squeeze Y/n's hand affectionately.

But as they lingered in the warmth of their shared moment, Y/n's discomfort became impossible to ignore. With a soft sigh, she attempted to sit up, the effort causing a sharp twinge of pain to shoot through her spine.

"Lindsay, I need to take my medicine," Y/n admitted reluctantly, her voice strained with discomfort.

Lindsay's brow furrowed with concern as she watched Y/n struggle. "No, no, you stay right there," she insisted, gently pushing Y/n back against the pillows. "I'll go grab it for you."

Reluctantly, Y/n nodded, allowing Lindsay to slip out of bed and retrieve her medication from the bathroom. As Lindsay returned, she was accompanied by their beloved Teckles, Willow and Maurice, who bounded into the room with tails wagging and tongues lolling in excitement.

"Looks like we've got some company," Lindsay teased, chuckling as the dogs clamored onto the bed, eager for attention.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their furry companions, their antics providing a welcome distraction from her pain. "They always know how to brighten my day," she admitted, reaching out to scratch behind Willow's ears.

Lindsay settled back onto the bed beside Y/n, handing her the medication with gentle care. "Here you go, love," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Y/n's cheek. "I'll always be here to take care of you."

And as they cuddled together, surrounded by love and laughter, Lindsay knew that no matter what challenges they faced, as long as they faced them together, their bond would only grow stronger with each passing day.

As Y/n drifted off to sleep in Lindsay's comforting embrace, Lindsay couldn't help but marvel at the peaceful expression that graced her girlfriend's features. With tender care, she extricated herself from their embrace, mindful not to disturb Y/n's slumber.

Carefully, Lindsay tiptoed across the room, her movements quiet as she retrieved a notepad from the bedside table. With a pen in hand, she scribbled a quick note, explaining her brief absence and assuring Y/n that she would return shortly. Placing the note on the table where Y/n would surely find it upon waking, Lindsay silently slipped out of the room.

In the lobby of their Dubai residence, Lindsay was greeted by Marco, the friendly guard who manned the front desk. "Good morning, Miss Lohan," Marco greeted her politely, his demeanor formal but welcoming.

"Good morning, Marco," Lindsay replied with a warm smile, her tone friendly and relaxed. "I hope you're doing well today."

Marco nodded in acknowledgment, his expression respectful. "Thank you, Miss Lohan. Is there anything I can assist you with?"

Lindsay hesitated for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Actually, Marco, would you mind calling Jenna for me?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Y/n's having one of her flare-up days, and she won't be able to walk the dogs."

Marco nodded in understanding, reaching for the phone with practiced ease. "Of course, Miss Lohan. I'll inform Jenna right away."

With a grateful smile, Lindsay thanked Marco before making her way to the building's entrance. Stepping out into the crisp morning air, she took a deep breath, the scent of blooming flowers and distant ocean filling her senses.

Pulling on her leggings, a cropped hoodie, and her trusty running shoes, Lindsay tied her hair back into a ponytail and set off at a brisk pace. As she jogged through the streets of Dubai, the city's vibrant energy surrounding her, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration.

With each step, she felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders, the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the pavement a soothing balm to her soul. And as she ran, thoughts of Y/n and their life together filled her mind, filling her with a sense of gratitude and love.

As Lindsay continued her run through the park and along the coastline, the salty breeze tugging at her hair and the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the pavement filling her with a sense of exhilaration. With each step, she felt more alive, the worries of the world melting away with each passing moment.

Arriving at the store, Lindsay pushed open the door with a sense of purpose, the cool air conditioning washing over her like a welcome embrace. She made her way through the aisles, her eyes scanning the shelves for the items on her mental shopping list.

Grabbing some energy drinks, protein bars, ramen noodles, and fresh veggies and meat for dinner, Lindsay couldn't help but smile at the thought of cooking a delicious meal for Y/n later that evening. She spotted Y/n's favorite candy and added it to her basket, knowing it would bring a smile to her girlfriend's face.

As Lindsay made her way to the checkout counter, she was approached by an older woman who couldn't help but admire her beauty. "You're a stunning young woman," the woman remarked, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Lindsay blushed at the unexpected compliment, her cheeks tinged with pink as she thanked the woman graciously. "That's very kind of you to say," she replied with a warm smile, feeling touched by the stranger's words.

The woman's eyes twinkled with nostalgia as she gazed at Lindsay. "You remind me of myself when I was younger," she confessed, a wistful smile playing at her lips. "I used to have hair as red as yours."

Lindsay's heart swelled with affection for the woman, her own memories of her fiery locks flooding back with fondness. "Redheads have to stick together," she joked, her laughter filling the air as she paid for her items at the counter.

With her purchases safely tucked away in her backpack, specially designed for running, Lindsay made her way out of the store, a sense of satisfaction coursing through her veins. But as she began her run back home, a thought occurred to her.

Stopping in her tracks, Lindsay glanced around, her mind whirring with possibilities. With a determined nod, she made a quick detour to the pharmacy, eager to pick up some cooling cream for Y/n's back.

Y/n stirred from her slumber, the dull ache in her back pulling her from the depths of sleep. Groaning softly, she shifted in bed, the absence of Lindsay's warm embrace a stark reminder of her solitude. With a sigh, she opened her eyes, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains.

The sound of paws skittering across the hardwood floor drew Y/n's attention, and she watched as Willow and Maurice bounded into the kitchen, their tails wagging eagerly. With a pang of longing, Y/n wished she could join them, but the pain in her back held her captive in bed.

Turning her head, Y/n searched for Lindsay's familiar form, but found only empty space beside her. Frowning in confusion, she sat up, her brows furrowing with concern. Had Lindsay already left for the day?

Scanning the bedside table, Y/n's heart sank as she realized there was no note from Lindsay, no indication of where she might have gone. Panic began to bubble up inside her, and she called out for Lindsay, her voice trembling with worry.

"Lindsay? Are you there?" she called, the fear in her voice palpable as she waited for a response.

Moments later, her phone rang, and Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she saw Lindsay's name flash across the screen. Fumbling to answer the call, she pressed the phone to her ear, relief flooding through her at the sound of Lindsay's voice.

"Lindsay, where are you?" Y/n demanded, her words rushed with anxiety.

"Lovie, calm down," Lindsay's voice came through the line, soothing and reassuring. "I'm just out for a run to the store. I needed to pick up a few things, and I'm stopping by the pharmacist now."

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "But why didn't you leave a note?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then Lindsay's voice came back, slightly sheepish. "Oh, I did leave a note. It must have fallen or something."

Y/n's eyes widened as she noticed Willow nosing around at the foot of the bed, a crumpled piece of paper clutched between her teeth. Hastily, she reached out and grabbed it, unfolding the torn paper to reveal half of a sentence scrawled in Lindsay's handwriting.

"Lovely, I found something!" Y/n exclaimed, a hint of amusement in her voice as she read out the incomplete message.

Lindsay's laughter rang through the phone, a musical melody that warmed Y/n's heart. "Leave it to Willow to cause mischief," Lindsay chuckled. "I'll explain everything when I get home, I promise."

With a smile on her lips and relief flooding through her veins, Y/n settled back into bed, the knowledge that Lindsay would soon be home by her side bringing her comfort and peace.

As Lindsay approached the counter, Mr. Patel, the pharmacist, greeted her with a warm smile. "Ah, Miss Lohan, it's good to see you again," he said kindly. "How's everything going with you and your girlfriend?"

Lindsay returned the smile, appreciating Mr. Patel's genuine concern. "Hello, Mr. Patel," she replied softly. "We're managing, thank you for asking. Y/n's having a flare-up day today, so I'm here to pick up some cooling gel for her."

Mr. Patel's expression softened with sympathy as he listened to Lindsay's explanation. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, his tone filled with empathy. "I hope the cooling gel helps to ease her discomfort."

Lindsay nodded, grateful for Mr. Patel's understanding. "Thank you," she replied earnestly.

Mr. Patel glanced at Lindsay thoughtfully. "Is Y/n experiencing these flare-ups more frequently?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Lindsay hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, unfortunately," she admitted. "We've noticed more flare-up days lately."

The pharmacist nodded, his brow furrowing with worry. "I see," he murmured, contemplating the situation.

Then, with a tentative expression, he broached a new topic. "Miss Lohan, forgive me for bringing this up, but given your Hollywood past, I wonder if you have any experience working with needles?"

Lindsay's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question. Memories of her tumultuous past flashed through her mind, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the present moment. "Yes, I do," she replied softly, her voice tinged with determination.

Mr. Patel nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. "In that case, I have something that might help," he said, turning to retrieve a small vial and a syringe from the shelves behind him.

Handing them to Lindsay, he explained, "These are injections that can provide relief for Y/n's back pain. You'll need to inject one every two hours directly into her spine. It should help alleviate some of her discomfort."

Lindsay took the vial and syringe, her heart swelling with gratitude for Mr. Patel's kindness and generosity. "Thank you so much, Mr. Patel," she said sincerely, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

Mr. Patel smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Miss Lohan," he replied. "Take care of Y/n, and if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

With a heartfelt thank you, Lindsay bid Mr. Patel farewell and made her way back home, her mind buzzing with thoughts of how she could best support Y/n through her flare-up day.

Lindsay stepped into the lobby of their residence, greeted by the familiar sight of Marco, the polite and formal lobby guard. "Good morning, Miss Lohan," Marco greeted with a respectful nod. "Jenna will be arriving around 2 o'clock to walk the dogs."

"Thank you, Marco," Lindsay replied with a warm smile. "That's perfect."

Marco nodded in acknowledgment before adding, "How was your morning run, if you don't mind my asking?"

Lindsay offered a brief smile, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of the syringe and her past. "It was good, thank you," she replied, her tone somewhat distracted.

As she ascended to their penthouse, Lindsay's mind raced with a mixture of emotions. The syringe in her hand was a tangible reminder of her Hollywood past, a world filled with both triumphs and tribulations. Yet here she was now, focused on caring for Y/n and ensuring her comfort above all else.

Entering the penthouse, Lindsay's gaze fell upon Y/n, curled up asleep on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over her features. Lindsay approached her girlfriend with gentle steps, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber.

"Hey, babe," Lindsay whispered softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Y/n's face. "Time to wake up."

Y/n stirred from her sleep, blinking drowsily as she gradually became aware of Lindsay's presence. "Hey," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "What time is it?"

Lindsay settled beside Y/n on the couch, her expression filled with concern. "It's almost noon," she replied gently. "How's your pain?"

Y/n shifted slightly, wincing as the discomfort in her back made itself known once more. "Same as before you went to the store," she admitted with a sigh.

Lindsay nodded understandingly, her heart aching at the sight of Y/n in pain. "I picked up some cooling gel from the pharmacy," she informed Y/n, offering the small vial as she spoke.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise as she took the vial from Lindsay's outstretched hand. "Thank you, babe," she said gratefully, her voice filled with warmth and appreciation.

Lindsay gently guided Y/n to pull up her shirt, exposing her bare back. With a tender touch, Lindsay applied the cooling gel to Y/n's spine, spreading it carefully over the tense muscles. Y/n winced at the initial contact, the cool sensation of the gel providing both relief and discomfort.

"Easy, love," Lindsay murmured softly, her voice filled with tenderness as she continued to massage the gel into Y/n's skin. "It'll help soothe the pain."

Y/n sighed, leaning into Lindsay's touch as the gel began to work its magic, easing the tension in her muscles. "Thank you, Lindsay," she whispered gratefully, her eyes closing as she savored the comfort of her girlfriend's touch.

As Lindsay finished applying the gel, she hesitated for a moment before broaching the topic of the injections. "Mr. Patel also gave me some injections to help relieve your pain," she said softly, her tone gentle yet hesitant.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of injections, her thoughts immediately turning to Lindsay's past struggles with addiction. "Are you sure you're okay with giving me injections?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern. "I know how difficult it must be for you, considering..."

Lindsay reached out to cup Y/n's cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "Yes, I'm sure," she replied with quiet determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to help ease your pain, Y/n. You mean everything to me."

Y/n's heart swelled with love and gratitude for Lindsay, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a tender smile, Lindsay pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n's forehead, her love for her girlfriend shining brightly in her eyes. "You'll never have to find out," she promised softly, her words a vow of unwavering devotion.

Lindsay took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. "The injections need to be directly into your spine every two hours," she explained gently, her voice laced with sympathy. "I know you hate needles, but it'll help relieve the pain, Y/n."

Y/n nodded, her expression pained as she contemplated the prospect of facing her fear of needles. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with resignation.

As Lindsay searched for the necessary supplies, Y/n's eyes flickered nervously to the needle in her hand. "How big is it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Lindsay held up the needle, its size imposing against the backdrop of their shared anxiety. "It's not too bad," she said reassuringly, though her own nerves betrayed her composure.

Y/n sighed, her heart pounding in her chest as she reluctantly obeyed Lindsay's instructions to lay on her stomach. Lindsay set to work, sterilizing the area with pure alcohol and donning latex gloves with practiced efficiency.

Lindsay's hands trembled slightly as she prepared to administer the injection, her mind swirling with memories of her past struggles. But she pushed aside her doubts, focusing instead on the task at hand and the person she loved more than anything in the world.

"Okay, Y/n, I'm going to inject the serum into your neck, between your shoulders, and along your lower back, all in your spine," Lindsay explained softly, her voice a soothing balm against Y/n's anxiety.

Y/n's breath hitched as Lindsay pressed the needle against her skin, the sharp sting of pain echoing through her body. With a muttered curse, she clenched her teeth, trying to endure the discomfort as Lindsay administered the first injection.

Lindsay chuckled softly at Y/n's colorful language, her heart swelling with affection for her resilient girlfriend. "You're doing great, babe," she murmured, her voice filled with pride and admiration.

With steady hands, Lindsay administered the second injection into Y/n's shoulder spine, the familiar sting of the needle met with another string of curses from her girlfriend.

Finally, Lindsay injected the last bit of serum into Y/n's lower back, her movements precise and careful. With a sigh of relief, she set the materials aside and gently wiped away the small bead of blood that had formed.

Y/n felt the numbing effects of the serum begin to take hold, the sharp pain in her back gradually fading into a dull ache. "Thank you, Lindsay," she whispered gratefully, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the relief.

Lindsay smiled tenderly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/n's face. "You're welcome, love," she replied softly, her heart overflowing with love and devotion. "And don't worry about me. I'm okay."

As Lindsay began to unpack her backpack and put the groceries away, Y/n couldn't help but pout at the thought of her girlfriend leaving her side. "But I don't want you to go," she whined, her bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout.

Lindsay chuckled at Y/n's dramatic display, shaking her head fondly. "You'll still be able to see me from the couch, silly," she reassured, gesturing towards the open kitchen counter that separated the living room from the kitchen.

Y/n huffed theatrically, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine," she conceded, though her expression remained petulant.

With a playful roll of her eyes, Lindsay finished putting away the groceries before walking over to where Y/n lounged on the couch. She reached into the bag and pulled out the candies she had bought, holding them out to Y/n with a grin.

Y/n's eyes lit up at the sight of the candies, a delighted smile spreading across her face. "You got my favorites!" she exclaimed, reaching eagerly for the sweet treats.

Lindsay laughed, pleased to see the joy on Y/n's face. "Of course I did," she replied with a wink, enjoying the way Y/n's eyes sparkled with happiness.

As Lindsay moved to the kitchen to start preparing lunch, she could feel Y/n's gaze lingering on her. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught Y/n's eyes trailing over her body, a mischievous twinkle in her gaze.

The kitchen, with its sleek black and white marble design, was separated from the living room by only a kitchen counter, creating an open and modern space. Lindsay couldn't help but smirk as she caught Y/n staring, teasingly raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"Like what you see?" Lindsay teased, her voice laced with playful affection as she continued to chop vegetables at the kitchen counter.

Y/n blushed furiously, ducking her head in embarrassment. "Maybe," she mumbled shyly, her cheeks flushing pink.

Lindsay laughed, the sound echoing through the open space of their penthouse.

As Lindsay continued to chop vegetables for their lunch, Y/n couldn't resist commenting on her girlfriend's appearance. "You know, you look really sexy in your running clothes," she said with a playful smirk, her eyes lingering appreciatively on Lindsay's form.

Lindsay grinned, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "Oh, is that so?" she teased, her tone filled with amusement. "Maybe you just like it because you can see every curve."

Y/n laughed, nodding in agreement. "Guilty as charged," she admitted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open, revealing Jenna, their longtime dogwalker, standing in the doorway. "Good afternoon, Mrs. and Mrs. Lohan," Jenna greeted politely and formally, her demeanor professional yet warm.

Lindsay chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "Jenna, you can just call me Lindsay," she insisted, though she knew Jenna would likely continue to address them as "Mrs. and Mrs. Lohan" out of respect.

Jenna nodded respectfully, though she maintained her formal tone. "Of course, Mrs. Lohan," she replied with a small smile.

Lindsay turned to Jenna with a curious expression. "Did you manage to get the penthouse key from Marco?" she asked, referring to the unique key that acted as a house key in the elevator, allowing access only to their specific apartment.

Jenna nodded, her expression confident. "Yes, Mrs. Lohan, I did," she confirmed. "I have it right here."

As Jenna prepared the dogs for their walk, Y/n called out from the couch, reminding her to check her purse for Y/n's spare key. "Oh, right!" Jenna exclaimed, digging into her purse and retrieving the spare key. "Thank you for reminding me, Mrs. Lohan."

Y/n smiled gratefully, waving a hand dismissively. "You can keep the spare key, Jenna," she insisted. "That way, you won't have to bother Marco for it every time."

Lindsay nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea," she said, impressed by Y/n's thoughtfulness.

Jenna tucked the spare key into her pocket, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you, Mrs. Lohan," she replied gratefully. "I'll make sure to bring it back with the dogs in two hours."

With a final wave, Jenna led the dogs out of the penthouse, leaving Lindsay and Y/n to continue their afternoon together. As they watched Jenna and the dogs disappear down the hallway, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the people who supported and cared for them, ensuring that their lives ran smoothly even in the midst of challenges and chaos. And as she turned back to Y/n, her heart swelled with love and appreciation for the woman who stood by her side through thick and thin, making every moment together a cherished memory.

As Lindsay continued to stir the pot on the stove, she couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Y/n's well-being. "How's your back feeling, love?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/n remained on the couch, a faint smile gracing her lips as she replied, "The serum is really helping. It's relieving some of the pain."

Lindsay let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly at the news. "I'm glad to hear that," she said sincerely, turning her attention back to the simmering meal.

However, as Lindsay glanced over her shoulder, she noticed Y/n slowly rising from the couch, a glass of water in hand. "What are you doing?" Lindsay asked, her tone tinged with frustration and worry.

Y/n shuffled into the kitchen, her movements slow and cautious as she approached the sink to fill her glass with water. "I just need some water," she explained softly, her voice strained with discomfort.

Lindsay kept a watchful eye on Y/n, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and protectiveness. As she continued to stir the pot, she felt Y/n's presence behind her, the warmth of her body radiating against her back.

Feeling Y/n's arms wrap around her waist and her head resting gently on her shoulder, Lindsay couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. Despite the pain and challenges they faced, moments like these reminded her of the strength and resilience of their love.

Lindsay reached up to place a hand over Y/n's, squeezing it gently in a silent gesture of reassurance and support. Together, they stood in the kitchen, finding solace in each other's embrace as they weathered the storm of Y/n's flare-up day.

Lindsay's heart swelled with warmth at Y/n's murmured words, her lips curving into a tender smile. "What was that, love?" she asked softly, turning her head slightly to catch Y/n's gaze.

Y/n's lips brushed against the back of Lindsay's neck as she pressed sleepy kisses against her skin. "I love you, redhead," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Lindsay couldn't help but giggle at Y/n's sweet declaration, her heart fluttering with love for her wife. "I love you too, sweetheart," she replied, her voice soft with emotion.

Despite the warmth of their embrace, Lindsay knew that lunch still needed to be plated. "As much as I'd love to stay like this forever, we need to eat," she said reluctantly, gently extricating herself from Y/n's arms.

Y/n pouted playfully, protesting, "But I want to be close to you."

Lindsay leaned into Y/n, her lips brushing against her ear as she whispered, "If you don't want burnt food, you better let me go."

Y/n chuckled, realizing the truth in Lindsay's words. "Fine, fine," she relented, releasing Lindsay from her grasp. "But you better hurry back to me."

Lindsay chuckled as she watched Y/n dramatically declare her love once more. "Oh, you love me so much, huh?" she teased, playfully rolling her eyes.

Y/n nodded emphatically, her expression filled with exaggerated adoration. "Yes, I love you more than anything in the world," she proclaimed, her voice dripping with affection.

Lindsay grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Y/n's cheek. "Well, lucky me," she replied with a wink. "Although you say it like it's a bad thing."

With a laugh, Lindsay began to set the plates on the table, arranging the food neatly for their meal. Once everything was in place, she took her seat and started eating, her gaze occasionally drifting to Y/n.

Y/n, however, couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from Lindsay, her gaze lingering on her wife with unabashed adoration. Lindsay couldn't help but notice, chuckling softly as she asked, "What's on your mind, love?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed pink as she struggled to find the right words. "I... I just think you're perfect," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lindsay could see the lustful glint in Y/n's eyes, knowing full well what her wife was thinking. But instead of acknowledging it, she simply smiled and continued eating.

As they ate, Lindsay decided to play a little game, subtly brushing her foot against Y/n's leg under the table. Y/n nearly choked on her food in surprise, shooting Lindsay a startled glance.

Lindsay acted as if nothing had happened, her expression innocent as she continued eating. But she couldn't hide the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Y/n caught on to Lindsay's game, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she decided to play along. Leaning in closer to Lindsay, she trailed her foot up her wife's leg, a suggestive smile on her lips.

Lindsay's eyes widened in surprise, a playful glint in her eyes as she realized Y/n was upping the ante. With a grin, she decided to escalate things even further, knowing that their playful banter only added to the excitement of their relationship.

As Lindsay continued to eat, she couldn't resist making a seductive comment, her voice low and suggestive. "You know, I can't help but think about what I want to do to you later," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she scrolled through her phone.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at Lindsay's words, her cheeks flushing with heat as she tried to keep her composure. "Lindsay," she stammered, her voice betraying her growing arousal.

Lindsay grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on Y/n as she continued to tease and seduce her wife. "Are you getting hot and bothered, love?" she teased, her voice filled with playful affection.

Y/n bit her lip, feeling a surge of dominance rising within her as she decided to turn the tables on Lindsay. Pushing her plate aside, she stood up from her seat and walked over to Lindsay's side of the table, her gaze smoldering with desire.

Lindsay looked up from her phone, her expression innocent yet tinged with excitement as she watched Y/n approach. "What's going on, love?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and anticipation.

Y/n's eyes gleamed with determination as she commanded Lindsay to stand up. "Stand at the end of the table," she instructed, her voice husky with desire.

Curious, Lindsay complied, standing at the designated spot as Y/n approached. Suddenly, Y/n pushed Lindsay down onto the table with a dominant force, her hands gripping the edges of the table as she hovered over her wife.

Despite the lingering pain in her back, Y/n leaned in close, pressing passionate kisses along Lindsay's neck, her hands roaming over her wife's body with a fervent desire.

Lindsay gasped in surprise and pleasure, her body responding eagerly to Y/n's touch. She tangled her fingers in Y/n's hair, pulling her closer as they lost themselves in the intensity of their connection.

As Y/n continued to assert her dominance, Lindsay's breath hitched in excitement, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Y/n," she stammered, her voice growing louder with each passing moment.

But Y/n paid no heed to Lindsay's protests, her hands trailing down her wife's body with deliberate slowness, igniting a fire of desire within her. "Lose the clothes and lay back down," Y/n demanded, her voice commanding and authoritative.

Concerned for Y/n's well-being, Lindsay hesitated, her thoughts momentarily clouded by worry. "But your back..." she began, only to be cut off by Y/n's growl of frustration.

"Shut up and spread your legs," Y/n growled, her tone leaving no room for argument. Lindsay's breath caught in her throat at the raw intensity of Y/n's command, her body responding eagerly to her wife's dominance.

With a shaky breath, Lindsay complied, her pulse racing with anticipation as Y/n positioned herself between her legs at the end of the table. "This is your punishment for being so hot," Y/n growled, her voice dripping with desire as she leaned in close.

Lindsay couldn't suppress a moan as Y/n began to eat her out forcefully, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room. She writhed beneath Y/n's touch, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Y/n praised Lindsay's responsiveness, her words fueling Lindsay's desire even further. With each passing moment, Lindsay found herself craving more, her body arching instinctively towards Y/n's touch.

But Y/n wasn't finished yet. "Stay laying down and don't move," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument as she disappeared into the bedroom.

Lindsay's heart raced with anticipation as she waited, her mind buzzing with excitement at what Y/n had in store for her. When Y/n returned with a strap-on, Lindsay's eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

"Sit on the edge of the table," Y/n instructed, her voice filled with authority as she took control of the situation.

With trembling hands, Lindsay complied, her body thrumming with anticipation as she waited for Y/n to take her even further into the depths of desire and ecstasy.

As Y/n dominated the situation, Lindsay couldn't shake her concern for her wife's well-being. "Y/n, are you sure about this? Your back..." she began, her voice tinged with worry.

But Y/n silenced Lindsay's protests by grabbing her chin firmly, her gaze steely with determination. "Whether my back hurts or not, I'm going to ruin you," she declared, her voice low and commanding.

Lindsay's heart raced with excitement as she obeyed Y/n's command, positioning herself on the edge of the table. Y/n wasted no time in showering her wife's neck and collarbone with dominant kisses, eliciting desperate pleas from Lindsay's lips.

"Beg for it, Lindsay," Y/n demanded, her voice laced with authority as she teased and tormented her wife.

Lindsay's breath hitched in anticipation as she begged for Y/n, her voice filled with desperate longing. Y/n wasted no time in fulfilling her wife's desires, entering her with a roughness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Lindsay's body.

Lindsay arched her back, her moans filling the room as Y/n praised her dominance. "You're so good for me, Lindsay," Y/n murmured, her words sending shivers down Lindsay's spine.

As the intensity of their passion escalated, Y/n began to talk dirty, her words igniting a fiery desire within Lindsay. Unable to resist, Lindsay wrapped her legs around Y/n's waist, urging her deeper into her body.

Y/n reveled in the sensation of their bodies melding together, loving how Lindsay's petite figure fit perfectly against her own. Ignoring the slight twinge in her back, Y/n marked and thrust into her wife with a fierce determination.

Lindsay dug her nails into Y/n's shoulders, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of their bodies colliding. Y/n pulled Lindsay's fiery red hair back roughly, reveling in the sight of her wife's eager submission.

"I love your red hair," Y/n growled, her voice filled with possessive desire. "And I love how eager you look when you're ruined like this."

Y/n's dominance intensified, her movements becoming more forceful and commanding. "You love it," she growled, her grip tightening around Lindsay's throat just enough to send a thrill of excitement down her spine.

Lindsay's nails scraped over Y/n's toned abs, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from her wife. Y/n smirked down at her, their eyes locking in a heated exchange of desire.

"You're such a bottom, Lindsay," Y/n spat, her words dripping with dominance. "You love it when I take control, when I ruin you."

Lindsay moaned in response, her body trembling with anticipation as Y/n continued to assert her dominance. Y/n knew exactly how to push Lindsay's buttons, her words stirring up a potent mix of arousal and embarrassment within her.

"You only spread your legs for me," Y/n continued, her voice filled with possessive desire. "I love how your red hair fits perfectly in my hand, how your blue eyes darken with desire when I ruin you."

Lindsay's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the truth in Y/n's words, but the undeniable arousal coursing through her veins outweighed any feelings of shame. Y/n had a way of unraveling her defenses, of tapping into the deepest desires of her heart.

Y/n leaned in close, her lips brushing against Lindsay's ear as she whispered words of seduction and domination. "You love it when I take you roughly, when your body responds so eagerly to my touch," she murmured, her breath hot against Lindsay's skin.

Lindsay's breath hitched in anticipation, her body quivering with need as Y/n continued to dominate her. Y/n had awakened a softness within her, an eagerness to surrender herself completely to their desires.

As Lindsay's pleasure peaked, she stammered that she was close, her voice trembling with ecstasy. Y/n smirked, biting down on Lindsay's shoulder as she reached her climax, their cries of pleasure filling the room.

Y/n held Lindsay up, ensuring her wife didn't fall off the edge of the table as she rode out her orgasm. Despite the pulsating pain in her own back, Y/n ignored it, focusing entirely on Lindsay's pleasure.

Lindsay clung to her wife blissfully, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her climax. Y/n softly stroked the redhead's hair, sweetly praising her as they basked in the warmth of their connection.

Slowly, Y/n pulled out of Lindsay and placed the strap-on on the table, causing Lindsay to whimper at the sensation. But before any discomfort could linger, Lindsay gently grabbed Y/n's chin, pulling her in for a tender kiss filled with love and adoration.

Y/n returned the kiss with equal affection, their lips melding together in a silent exchange of devotion. With a soft smile, Y/n reminded Lindsay that Jenna could return with the dogs at any moment, urging her wife to get dressed again.

As Y/n's pain became more intense, Lindsay couldn't help but scold her wife gently, her concern evident in her tone. "Y/n, you need to take care of yourself," she admonished, her voice filled with love and worry.

But Y/n, ever the dominant one, grabbed Lindsay by the throat again, her tone seductive as she teased, "I didn't hear you complaining on the table, did I?" Lindsay felt a rush of arousal at Y/n's words, her stammering betraying her excitement.

Y/n giggled teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she playfully teased her wife. Before Lindsay could respond, the elevator chimed, signaling the arrival of Willow and Maurice, their beloved pets.

The dogs bounded into the room, their tails wagging excitedly as they greeted their mommies with enthusiastic barks and licks. Lindsay quickly composed herself, a flush rising to her cheeks as she greeted the dogs with affectionate pets and scratches behind the ears.

Jenna walked in, placing the leashes on their designated hooks before turning to greet the couple. "Hi, Mrs. Lohan, Mrs. Lohan" she said warmly, her smile genuine as she observed the loving interaction between the pair and their dogs.

Lindsay, still a bit flustered, inquired about how the dogs behaved during their walk and if everything went smoothly. Jenna assured her that the walk went well, noting how well-behaved Willow and Maurice had been.

Y/n reached for her wallet, pulling out some cash to pay Jenna for her services. "Thank you, Jenna," she said gratefully, handing over the money. "We appreciate you taking care of our fur babies."

Jenna smiled warmly, accepting the payment. "Of course, it's always a pleasure," she replied. "I'll be back tomorrow around 2 to walk the dogs again."

With a final nod of thanks, Jenna bid the couple farewell, leaving them alone once more in the comfort of their penthouse. As the door closed behind her, Lindsay and Y/n exchanged a fond glance, grateful for the love and companionship they shared, both with each other and their furry companions.

As Lindsay and Y/n settled back into their routine, Lindsay took charge, commanding Y/n to pull off her shirt and lay back on the couch on her stomach. Y/n jokingly teased Lindsay, her playful demeanor evident as she quipped, "Bossy much, Mrs. Lohan?"

Lindsay couldn't help but giggle at Y/n's teasing, but she quickly grew serious as she explained the necessity of administering the injection again. "I need to make sure you're feeling better, love," she said softly, her concern evident in her voice.

Y/n groaned in response, not particularly thrilled at the prospect of another round of injections, but she relented, knowing it was for the best. "Fine, but make it quick," she muttered, a hint of reluctance in her tone.

Lindsay retrieved the wipes, alcohol, and syringe, preparing everything meticulously to ensure it was sterile. She softened her expression, offering words of comfort and reassurance as she gently injected the serum into Y/n's neck spine, shoulders, and lower back.

Y/n winced slightly at the sensation, but Lindsay's soothing presence helped to alleviate some of the discomfort. "There, all done," Lindsay said with a smile, relieved to have completed the task.

But true to her playful nature, Lindsay couldn't resist a bit of teasing as she joked, "That's what you get for not listening and ruining me on the table earlier."

Y/n shot back with a seductive retort, a playful glint in her eyes as she replied, "Oh, I'll gladly take my punishment if it means getting to have you like that again."

Lindsay laughed, her heart swelling with love for her spirited wife.

As Lindsay returned from the kitchen, she gently placed the syringe in the bin, signaling for Y/n to sit between her legs and lay back against her. Y/n complied, snuggling deeper into Lindsay's embrace, her head resting against her wife's chest as Lindsay softly began to massage her back.

Y/n, still half asleep, murmured, "How late is your zoom meeting with the cast?"

Lindsay replied, her voice warm and comforting, "We still have an hour and a half, love."

A shy and nervous energy seemed to envelop Lindsay as she hesitated, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "There's something I want to talk to you about," she began softly.

Y/n, still in a drowsy state, turned her head slightly to look at Lindsay. "What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Lindsay took a deep breath, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I... I think I might want a baby," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock, the sudden revelation catching her off guard. She blinked in surprise before processing Lindsay's words. "A baby?" she echoed, her voice filled with disbelief.

Lindsay nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I want a family with you, Y/n," she admitted, her voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n's initial shock began to dissipate, replaced by a warmth spreading through her chest at Lindsay's words. "I... I want that too," she replied softly, her eyes meeting Lindsay's with unwavering love.

Attempting to lighten the mood, Y/n joked, "Well, we can certainly make the baby now if you want."

But her playful remark was met with a wince of pain as a reminder of her current discomfort. Lindsay chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/n's face. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we can discuss it further," she teased gently, her love for Y/n shining brightly in her eyes.

As Y/n muffled into Lindsay's chest, expressing her excitement about having redheaded babies like her wife, Lindsay couldn't help but tease her about her fondness for redheads. "You did marry one," Lindsay quipped, rolling her eyes playfully at her wife's remark.

Y/n jokingly retorted, "Well, I couldn't resist marrying such a gorgeous redhead like you."

Lindsay chuckled, her heart swelling with love as Y/n softly kissed her. Contentedly, she ran her fingers through Y/n's hair, relishing in the intimacy of their embrace.

Curious, Y/n asked Lindsay how long she had been thinking about starting a family. Lindsay admitted, "Honestly, it's been on my mind a lot lately. My body just aches for it, you know?"

Y/n couldn't help but make a playful joke, saying, "Well, I hope you're ready for the sleepless nights and dirty diapers."

Lindsay laughed, the sound filling the air with warmth as they remained cuddled up on the couch together. Y/n murmured softly, expressing her love for being married to Lindsay Lohan.

Lindsay giggled, teasingly suggesting, "You only married me because I'm an actress and a redhead."

Y/n pretended to consider this for a moment before joking, "Actually, I married you just because you're a redhead, not because you're an actress."

Lindsay feigned hurt, placing a hand dramatically over her heart. "Ouch, right in the ego," she teased, unable to contain her laughter.

Y/n leaned in, pressing soft kisses along Lindsay's neck, her words filled with romantic affection. Lindsay felt a familiar warmth spreading through her body, her desire reigniting at Y/n's touch. Despite her arousal, she tried to keep calm, savoring the tender moments they shared together on the couch.

As Y/n softly teased Lindsay about all the reasons she had married her, listing off everything from her crystal blue eyes to her soft, sexy voice, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a blush creep up her cheeks. She chuckled nervously, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Y/n's words.

"And don't forget those freckles," Y/n added with a playful grin, tracing imaginary patterns on Lindsay's skin. "And those soft lips," she continued, leaning in to steal a kiss, "and all those good night activities," she teased, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

Lindsay squirmed under Y/n's teasing, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the suggestive tone in her wife's voice. "Okay, okay," she stammered, trying to regain her composure. "I think I get it."

But Y/n wasn't finished yet. Leaning in close, she murmured softly against Lindsay's neck, "You're not just a redhead or an actress, Lindsay. You're the woman of my dreams."

Lindsay couldn't help but moan softly at Y/n's words, feeling her arousal spike at the thought of being the woman of her wife's dreams. "If you keep talking like that," she whispered huskily, "I'm going to be ruined."

Y/n's lips curled into a seductive smirk as she teased, "Maybe that's exactly what I want."

Lindsay growled playfully, the sound rumbling in her chest as she fought to hold back her desire. But Y/n's hands were already traveling down her body, igniting a fire within her that she knew would be impossible to extinguish.

As Y/n's hand slipped into Lindsay's shorts, a sly grin played on her lips as she teased, "See, it's this easy to get you all worked up."

Lindsay couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her lips, the sensation of Y/n's touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Y/n continued to tease and kiss Lindsay's throat, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

But Lindsay had had enough of playing the passive role. With a sudden surge of determination, she carefully swept Y/n off the couch and carried her to the bedroom. Placing Y/n gently on the bed, Lindsay hovered over her, her gaze smoldering with desire.

In a husky, seductive voice, Lindsay whispered, "I want you to want me, to need me. I want you to beg for me."

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at Lindsay's words, her arousal growing with each passing moment. She started to stammer a response, her desire evident in her eyes.

Feeling possessive and dominant, Lindsay asserted her control, knowing they only had a few minutes before she needed to get ready for her Zoom meeting. "We have ten minutes," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. "Can you come in ten?" she demanded, her gaze locking with Y/n's.

Y/n nodded eagerly, unable to resist Lindsay's commanding presence.

As Lindsay stripped Y/n's clothes away with an almost primal hunger, her eyes drank in the sight of her wife's exposed body, her breath catching at the sheer beauty before her.

"You're so beautiful," Lindsay whispered huskily, her voice laced with desire as she traced her fingers along Y/n's curves. "So perfect."

With a growl of need, Lindsay lowered herself between Y/n's legs, her mouth eagerly finding its mark as she began to feast upon her wife's intoxicating essence. Y/n squirmed beneath her touch, her moans growing louder with each flick of Lindsay's tongue.

Lindsay praised Y/n filthily, her words a symphony of desire as she worshipped her wife's body with every kiss, every touch. "You taste so good," she murmured between kisses, her voice thick with need. "So delicious."

Y/n's body writhed beneath Lindsay's ministrations, her fingers tangling in Lindsay's hair as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out in ecstasy, her voice echoing through the room as Lindsay drove her higher and higher towards the edge of oblivion.

With every flick of her tongue, every caress of her lips, Lindsay pushed Y/n closer to the brink, her own desire reaching a fever pitch as she lost herself in the taste and scent of her wife.

Feeling the heat of Y/n's desire radiating from her, Lindsay couldn't resist the urge to push her wife to the edge. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she teased, "Beg for it, baby. Beg for me to make you come."

Y/n hesitated, her pride warring with her overwhelming need. "I-I don't need to beg," she countered weakly, her voice betraying the desperation coursing through her veins.

But Lindsay was having none of it. With a dominant growl, she gripped Y/n's hips firmly, her gaze piercing into her wife's soul. "Beg for it," she demanded, her voice low and commanding.

Y/n's resolve crumbled under Lindsay's intense gaze, her resistance melting away as she surrendered to the overwhelming need consuming her. "Please," she whimpered, her voice raw with desire. "Please, Lindsay, make me come."

Satisfied, Lindsay wasted no time in fulfilling Y/n's plea, her tongue delving deeper as she lavished her wife with pleasure. Y/n's inhibitions vanished as she lost herself in the sensations, her fingers digging into Lindsay's hair as she pushed her head deeper.

Lindsay praised her wife fervently, her words a symphony of adoration as she worshipped Y/n's body with every kiss, every touch. "You're so beautiful," she murmured between kisses, her voice filled with reverence. "So perfect."

As Lindsay's tongue continued to work its magic on Y/n's throbbing core, a desperate need for release consumed her. "Please, Lindsay," she whimpered, her voice thick with desire. "Make me come. Please, I need it."

Lindsay couldn't resist teasing her wife, relishing in the power she held over her. "You want to come, baby?" she purred, her lips brushing against Y/n's sensitive skin. "You're going to have to beg for it."

Y/n's need grew more urgent with each passing moment, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please," she pleaded, her voice coming out in a desperate whisper. "I need it so bad, Lindsay. Please, make me come."

With a wicked grin, Lindsay relented, her fingers joining the dance of her tongue as she plunged them deep inside Y/n's slick heat. Y/n's back arched off the bed as she cried out in ecstasy, her moans filling the room with their raw intensity.

Lindsay's voice dripped with lust as she whispered dirty words of encouragement, urging Y/n on as she drove her closer and closer to the edge. "That's it, baby," she growled, her voice husky with desire. "Scream for me. Let me hear how badly you need it."

Y/n's cries grew louder, her body writhing beneath Lindsay's touch as she spiraled towards the brink of oblivion. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice ragged with need. "Yes, Lindsay, just like that. Harder. Faster. I need to come, please!"

With one final thrust of her fingers, Lindsay pushed Y/n over the edge, sending her hurtling into the depths of ecstasy. Y/n's screams echoed through the room as she rode the wave of pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.

As Y/n rode out the aftershocks of her climax, Lindsay hovered over her, peppering soft kisses along her neck to help soothe her. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with adoration.

Y/n let out a contented sigh, basking in the warmth of Lindsay's affection. But as Lindsay teased her about being the bottom instead of herself, Y/n couldn't help but snap back with a seductive comment of her own. "Oh, please," she retorted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know you love it when I take charge."

Lindsay's gaze flickered down between Y/n's legs, and she couldn't help but notice the telltale trail of her wife's undoing glistening on her skin. A surge of desire shot through her as she looked upon Y/n's naked form before her, her lust and possessiveness bubbling to the surface.

"You're mine," Lindsay declared, her voice low and husky with desire. "All mine."

Y/n's breath hitched at Lindsay's possessive tone, her arousal growing once again as she surrendered herself completely to her wife's dominance. With a wicked grin, she reached up to pull Lindsay down into a passionate kiss, eager to lose herself once more in the intoxicating depths of their love.

Lindsay's eyes darkened with desire as Y/n whispered that she was so hot when she was possessive. With a smirk, Lindsay pressed one finger back inside Y/n, relishing in the way her wife's body responded to her touch.

"You like it when I'm possessive, huh?" Lindsay teased, her voice dripping with seduction. "You love it when I take control."

Y/n's breath hitched as Lindsay's words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. But Y/n wasn't one to back down easily. With a playful grin, she pushed her hips forward, spreading her legs even wider as she begged for more.

"Come on, Lindsay," Y/n pleaded, her voice husky with desire. "I need more. Please, baby, give me more."

Lindsay's smirk widened at the sight of Y/n's neediness, her own desire burning bright as she watched her wife surrender herself completely to her touch.

"You're so needy for me, aren't you?" Lindsay murmured, her voice low and husky with desire. "You love it when I make you beg like this."

Y/n moaned in response, her body trembling with anticipation as Lindsay pushed another finger inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As Lindsay continued to drive Y/n to the brink of ecstasy, her voice took on a husky, seductive tone. "That's it, baby," she growled, her fingers moving in and out of Y/n with purpose. "You're mine, all mine. Say it."

Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps as she begged, her voice filled with desperate need. "Yes, Lindsay," she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm yours, completely yours."

Lindsay's arousal surged at Y/n's words, her own desire burning bright as she felt her wife's climax building. With a wicked grin, she increased the pace of her movements, driving Y/n closer and closer to the edge.

"Please, Lindsay," Y/n whimpered, her voice thick with desire. "I need to come. Please, I can't hold back any longer."

Lindsay's grin widened at the sound of Y/n's desperate plea, her arousal reaching new heights as she watched her wife surrender herself completely to her touch. With one final thrust of her fingers, she pushed Y/n over the edge, sending her hurtling into the depths of ecstasy.

Y/n's cries echoed through the room as she reached her peak, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. And as she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied, Lindsay hovered over her, her eyes filled with adoration and lust.

"You're so beautiful when you come undone for me," Lindsay murmured, her voice laced with desire. "I love how you beg for me, how you need me. You're mine, Y/n. Always."

Y/n's heart swelled with love as Lindsay praised her, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her climax. And as they lay together, tangled in each other's embrace, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with, capable of igniting passion and desire like no other.

As Y/n glanced at the clock, she realized the Zoom meeting was only thirty minutes away. "Baby, you need to get ready," she called out, her voice tinged with urgency.

Lindsay cursed under her breath, jumping into the shower with haste. Meanwhile, Y/n remained naked on the bed, feeling the lingering ache in her back. Despite the discomfort, she couldn't help but chuckle at Lindsay's frantic rush.

With determination, Lindsay dashed to the closet, selecting a dress and heels for the meeting. Y/n watched her with amusement, enjoying the sight of her wife's frenzied preparations.

As Lindsay did her hair and makeup, Y/n couldn't resist asking where she planned to sit during the Zoom call to avoid disturbance. "I'll be in the living room," Lindsay replied, her focus divided between her reflection and Y/n's inquiry.

Suddenly, Y/n approached Lindsay from behind in the bedroom, whispering softly, "I love you natural, Love."

Lindsay chuckled, but her tone turned serious as she replied, "My makeup needs to be perfect. This will be televised."

Undeterred, Y/n leaned in to kiss Lindsay's neck tenderly. However, Lindsay warned her, "No distractions this time. I can't afford to be ruined again."

Y/n giggled mischievously, slapping Lindsay's backside playfully as she retreated to the bed. "No promises," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

With a shake of her head and a fond smile, Lindsay finished her preparations, ensuring her appearance was flawless for the Zoom meeting. As she applied the final touches to her makeup, she couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n, who lounged on the bed with a playful grin.

Once satisfied with her appearance, Lindsay joined Y/n on the bed, sitting beside her and taking her hand in hers. "I'll make it up to you after the meeting," she promised, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Y/n's grin widened as she leaned in to press a kiss to Lindsay's lips. "Looking forward to it," she replied, her tone filled with anticipation.

As the time for the Zoom meeting approached, Lindsay reluctantly tore herself away from Y/n's side, heading to the living room to set up for the call. Y/n watched her go, feeling a pang of loneliness at the prospect of being apart for the duration of the meeting.

However, as Lindsay settled into her seat in the living room, she sent Y/n a reassuring smile, silently promising to make the most of their time together once the meeting concluded.

With a sigh, Y/n sank back into the pillows, eagerly anticipating the moment when she would be reunited with her beloved wife. Despite the pain in her back, the thought of Lindsay's loving embrace filled her with warmth and joy, reminding her of the deep bond they shared.

Y/n stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed but still sore. She dressed in one of Lindsay's oversized hoodies and a pair of comfortable sweatpants, then made her way to the kitchen.

As she entered the room, her eyes fell on Lindsay, who was seated on the couch with her laptop open on the coffee table, engrossed in conversation with the cast of Mean Girls. Y/n glanced at the clock and realized it was time for another injection, but she hesitated to disturb Lindsay.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Y/n retrieved the syringe and prepared to administer the injection herself. However, her actions didn't go unnoticed by Lindsay, who glanced up from her laptop just in time to see what her wife was doing.

Lindsay's eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately jumped off the couch, rushing over to Y/n with urgency. "Stop, Y/n! What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern.

Caught off guard by Lindsay's sudden outburst, Y/n froze in place, unsure of how to respond. Meanwhile, the voices of the Mean Girls cast continued to chatter in the background of the Zoom call.

Tina Fey, who had been listening intently to the conversation, interjected, her tone filled with concern. "Is everything alright over there, Lindsay?" she asked, her brow furrowed with worry.

Lindsay's frustration mounted as she turned her attention back to Y/n, her voice tinged with anger. "Y/n, lay down on the couch right now," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

However, Y/n, ever the stubborn one, protested, unwilling to comply with Lindsay's orders. "I can do it myself, Lindsay. I don't need your help," she insisted, her voice tinged with defiance.

Lindsay's patience wore thin as she issued a stern warning to her wife. "If you don't lay down this instant, I'll make sure you regret it," she threatened, her eyes flashing with determination.

As Lindsay scolded Y/n, her wife relented and laid down on the couch where the laptop was perched on the coffee table. Lindsay shot Y/n a disapproving look before returning her attention to the Zoom call.

Rachel McAdams, who portrayed Regina George, greeted Y/n with a warm smile, acknowledging her as Lindsay's wife. The rest of the cast followed suit, offering their greetings to Y/n.

Meanwhile, Lindsay began preparing the injections, her hands moving swiftly as she explained to the cast why Y/n needed them. "Y/n is dealing with some chronic pain issues," Lindsay explained, her voice laced with concern. "These injections help alleviate some of the discomfort she experiences."

With a steady hand, Lindsay administered the injections, causing Y/n to let out a string of curses as the needle pierced her skin. Lindsay shot her wife an angry whisper, scolding her for attempting to inject herself. "You're lucky you didn't hurt yourself," Lindsay hissed, her tone laced with frustration.

Y/n whispered back sheepishly, "I got it, Lindsay. I won't do it again, I promise."

Lindsay's expression softened as she realized Y/n's genuine remorse. "You better not," she warned, though her tone held a hint of affection.

Feeling guilty for her outburst, Lindsay offered Y/n a compromise. "You can lay in my arms while I finish up the call," she suggested, extending an olive branch to her wife.

Y/n glanced up at the Zoom call participants, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Is it okay if I join in like this?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Lindsay nodded reassuringly. "Of course it is," she replied, her tone firm yet gentle. "They're all family, Y/n."

Feeling reassured, Y/n snuggled into Lindsay's embrace, finding comfort in her wife's warmth. Before long, the soothing hum of Lindsay's voice and the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat lulled Y/n into a peaceful slumber.

Amanda Seyfried, who played Karen Smith, couldn't help but make a cute comment as she noticed Y/n drifting off. "Looks like we've got our very own Sleeping Beauty over there," she remarked, her tone playful as she glanced at Y/n with a fond smile.

As the Zoom call came to an end, Lindsay remained seated on the couch with Y/n cradled in her arms. The rest of the cast bid their farewells, understanding Lindsay's need to tend to her wife.

With the laptop closed and the room quiet once more, Lindsay gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from Y/n's face, marveling at the peaceful expression on her wife's features as she slept.

Softly, so as not to wake her, Lindsay began to whisper words of love and admiration to Y/n. "You're my rock, you know that?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Tenderly, Lindsay pressed a kiss to Y/n's forehead, her heart swelling with affection for the sleeping figure in her arms. "You're the bravest person I know," she continued, her words filled with sincerity. "But promise me, love, promise me you'll never try to inject yourself again. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt."

Feeling a surge of protectiveness, Lindsay tightened her embrace around Y/n, vowing silently to always keep her safe and cherished.

Y/n stirred awake, blinking sleepily as she adjusted to consciousness. Feeling the comforting weight of Lindsay's arms around her, she smiled softly, turning to meet her wife's gaze.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Lindsay greeted with a gentle smile, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/n's face.

Y/n yawned, stretching languidly. "Is the meeting over?" she asked, her voice still tinged with drowsiness.

Lindsay chuckled, teasingly. "Yes, my love, the meeting is long over. You missed all the juicy gossip," she joked, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, swatting at Lindsay's arm. "Oh, I'm sure I didn't miss much," she replied with a grin, snuggling closer to her wife.

Lindsay chuckled, pulling Y/n into a tighter embrace. "No, you didn't miss anything at all," she murmured, feeling grateful for this moment of peace and closeness with the love of her life.

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Snuggles and whispers

i have to say, Lindsay lohan is starting to be my favorite redhead but don't worry, Reneé and Rachel are still very much my favorites too ;-)

pairing: Lindsay Lohan x femreader

this is a short one but i am seeing if you guys would like some Lohan fanfics. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/n sat hunched over her laptop, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her face as she furiously typed away. The rhythmic click-clack of the keys filled the quiet living room. It was one of those nights where work seemed endless, but Y/n was determined to finish her tasks before calling it a night.

Lindsay emerged from the kitchen, a faint scent of freshly brewed coffee trailing behind her. She padded over to where Y/n was seated, her eyes softening as she observed her girlfriend engrossed in her work.

"Hey there," Lindsay murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against Y/n's shoulder. "Still burning the midnight oil?"

Y/n smiled, the fatigue evident in her eyes. "Yeah, just wrapping things up. Almost done though."

Lindsay settled down on the couch beside Y/n, nestling herself in between her girlfriend's legs. She draped an arm around Y/n's waist, nuzzling against her neck affectionately. Y/n couldn't help but lean into the warmth of Lindsay's embrace, finding solace in her presence.

As Y/n continued to work, Lindsay's eyelids grew heavy, the soft hum of Y/n's voice and the warmth of her body lulling her into a peaceful slumber. With her head resting against Y/n's chest, Lindsay's breaths became steady and deep.

Y/n stole a glance at her sleeping girlfriend, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She admired the delicate freckles sprinkled across Lindsay's face, tracing each one with her eyes as if committing them to memory. To Y/n, Lindsay's freckles were like constellations, mapping out a story of their own.

"You know," Y/n whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I love your freckles. Each one tells a story."

Lindsay stirred slightly, a small grin playing on her lips as she pretended to be asleep.

Y/n chuckled softly, running her fingers through Lindsay's fiery locks. "And your hair... it's like spun gold, so soft and vibrant. I could get lost in it forever."

Lindsay let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to Y/n's warmth.

"But what I love most," Y/n continued, her voice barely audible, "is when the sunlight hits your skin just right. You glow, Lindsay. You truly do."

A gentle breeze fluttered through the open window, casting playful shadows across the room. Y/n watched as the moonlight danced across Lindsay's features, illuminating her beauty in the most mesmerizing way.

"And your shoulders," Y/n whispered, trailing her fingertips along Lindsay's bare arms. "They're my favorite canvas, adorned with the most exquisite freckles. Each one a masterpiece in its own right."

Lindsay's lips twitched into a smile, her facade of sleepiness beginning to fade.

Y/n leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss against Lindsay's temple. "I love you, Lindsay Lohan. With all my heart."

Lindsay's eyes fluttered open, a soft glow of adoration shining in their depths. "I love you too, Y/n. More than you'll ever know."

As Y/n continued to type away on her laptop, she felt Lindsay's warm breath on her shoulder, causing her to feign shock once again. "Lindsay, you're awake!"

Lindsay chuckled softly, her voice tinged with amusement. "I told you, I'm a master of deception, baby."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Lindsay's playful demeanor. "You're incorrigible, Linds."

Lindsay grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Guilty as charged."

Their playful exchange was interrupted by the arrival of Maurice and Willow, who bounded over to the couch, their tails wagging eagerly.

Lindsay's face lit up with delight as she scooped up the two dachshunds, showering them with affectionate kisses. "Look at these little angels, Y/n. How can you say no to these faces?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "We've been through this, Lindsay. They can't disturb me while I'm working."

Lindsay's bottom lip jutted out in a playful pout. "But they just want to cuddle with their mommies."

Unable to resist Lindsay's puppy-dog eyes (which were remarkably similar to Maurice and Willow's), Y/n relented, giving in to their furry companions' demands.

As the dogs snuggled close, Y/n reached out to ruffle Lindsay's fiery red hair, her touch gentle and loving. "You and your puppy-dog eyes get me every time, Linds."

Lindsay grinned, her eyes sparkling with affection. "What can I say? It's a gift."

Their cozy moment was interrupted by a loud yawn from Maurice, who promptly nestled himself against Lindsay's side, his eyes drooping sleepily.

As Lindsay playfully closed Y/n's laptop, she flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Come on, baby," she said softly, leaning in close to brush her lips against Y/n's cheek. "You've been working non-stop. We really need to get in bed and get some sleep."

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at Lindsay's playful insistence, her heart swelling with affection for the redhead beside her. "Alright, alright," she relented, unable to resist the allure of Lindsay's soft smile. "But only because you asked so nicely."

With a triumphant grin, Lindsay wrapped her arms around Y/n's neck, pulling her close as Y/n scooped her up into her arms. Maurice and Willow, always eager to be by their mommies' sides, followed closely behind, their tiny paws tapping against the floor with each step.

As they entered the bedroom, Y/n gently laid Lindsay down on the bed, the soft mattress sinking beneath their weight. Maurice and Willow wasted no time in joining them, bounding onto the bed with excited yips and wagging tails.

Y/n chuckled softly as she watched the dogs make themselves comfortable, their furry bodies snuggling close to their owners. "Looks like they're ready for bedtime too."

Lindsay grinned up at Y/n, her eyes shining with affection. "They're just following our lead," she said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Y/n's ear. "We set the best examples, after all."

Before Y/n could respond, Lindsay suddenly pulled her close, her lips meeting Y/n's in a forceful yet tender kiss. Y/n pulled back, her eyes wide with surprise. "What was that for?" she asked, a giggle escaping her lips.

Lindsay simply smiled sweetly, her gaze soft and adoring. "Just because," she murmured, her voice filled with love. "Because I can't help but kiss the most amazing person in the world."

As Lindsay nestled herself into the blankets, she let out a contented sigh, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. Y/n couldn't help but smile at the sight of her girlfriend, her heart swelling with affection.

"Comfy, redhead?" Y/n teased, gently nudging Lindsay with her elbow.

Lindsay let out a sleepy giggle, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mmm, so comfy," she murmured, snuggling closer to Y/n's warmth.

Y/n's heart melted at Lindsay's adorable response. Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on Lindsay's forehead. "You're too cute, you know that?"

Lindsay's response was a gentle, sleepy kiss on Y/n's cheek, her lips warm against her skin. "Just for you, baby," she whispered, her words barely audible.

Lindsay's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing growing steady as sleep began to claim her. But just before she drifted off completely, she stirred slightly, her voice soft and sleepy. "Y/n?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Lindsay's voice. "Yes, love?"

Lindsay's words were barely a whisper, barely coherent in her sleepy state. "Can you... whisper again?"

Confused but intrigued, Y/n leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Lindsay's ear. "Why do you want me to whisper, Linds?"

Lindsay's response was a sleepy murmur, her words filled with affection. "Because... I love it when you tell me... what you love about me."

Y/n's heart swelled at Lindsay's request, the love she felt for her girlfriend overflowing. Gently, she began to whisper, her words a soft caress against Lindsay's skin.

"I love your fiery red hair," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like waves of silk, cascading down your shoulders like a waterfall."

Lindsay let out a contented sigh, her breathing growing slow and steady. Encouraged by her response, Y/n continued, her words a gentle lullaby.

"And your eyes," she whispered, her voice filled with admiration. "They're like the ocean on a stormy day, deep and mysterious, yet filled with endless depths of love."

As Y/n spoke, Lindsay's breathing grew even, her body relaxing against Y/n's. And in that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the incredible woman lying beside her, her heart overflowing with love and tenderness.

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not impressed PT 1

i tried my best... hope you enjoy! quick note: it's in the Mean girls 2024 universe but I like Lindsay Lohan a bit more as Cady Herron so Cady is the 2004 version. pairing: Regina George x Y/N Herron

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Regina George sauntered down the bustling hallway of North Shore High School, flanked by her loyal entourage: Gretchen Wieners and Karen Smith. With each step, heads turned, whispers fluttered, and the air seemed to electrify with her presence. Regina was the epitome of high school royalty, her crown not forged of jewels but of charisma, confidence, and an uncanny ability to strike fear into the hearts of her peers.

As they passed by clusters of students, Regina’s sharp eyes scanned the crowd, always on the lookout for any potential threats to her reign. Karen, her blonde locks bouncing with every step, giggled at something Gretchen whispered, while Regina maintained her regal composure, her icy gaze cutting through the sea of students.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter echoed through the hallway, drawing Regina's attention. A group of jocks clustered near the lockers, their booming voices filled with mockery. Regina's perfectly sculpted brows furrowed as she caught wind of the target of their ridicule.

"It's that Regina chick again!" one of the jocks jeered, earning a chorus of laughter from his comrades.

Regina's lips curled into a disdainful sneer as she approached the group, her entourage trailing behind her like loyal subjects. "What's so funny, sport?" she drawled, her tone dripping with venom as she confronted the ringleader.

The jock, emboldened by the presence of his peers, smirked at Regina. "Just admiring your new hairstyle, George. Did you let a lawnmower loose on your head?"

Gretchen stifled a giggle, while Karen shot a nervous glance at Regina, sensing the impending storm. Regina's nostrils flared with barely contained rage as she took a menacing step closer to the jock, her gaze burning with fury.

"You think you're real clever, don't you?" Regina's voice was low, dangerous. "But let me make one thing crystal clear. You mess with me, you mess with the entire ecosystem of this school. And trust me, you do not want to see what happens when the queen bee gets angry."

The jock's bravado faltered, his cocky smirk wavering as Regina's words sank in. But before the situation could escalate further, a figure collided with Regina, causing her to stumble backward.

Y/N, a quiet girl with an aura of serenity, stood before Regina, her guitar case slung over her shoulder. Her expression remained calm, unaffected by Regina's legendary reputation. She simply blinked, her gaze unwavering.

Regina's eyes narrowed dangerously as she regained her balance, her attention now squarely focused on the newcomer. "Watch where you're going, loser," she snapped, her voice laced with venom as she loomed over Y/N.

Y/N met Regina's glare with a bemused expression, her lips quirking into a small smile. "Oops, my bad," she said casually, shrugging her shoulders before turning to walk away.

Regina's jaw dropped in disbelief. Never before had someone dared to dismiss her with such nonchalance. "You think you can just walk away from me?" she spat, her voice rising with indignation.

But Y/N merely glanced over her shoulder, offering Regina a parting glance that spoke volumes. "I've got better things to do than waste my time with mean girls," she said with a shrug, before disappearing into the crowd.

Regina stood frozen, her mind reeling from the encounter. For the first time in her reign as queen bee, someone had dared to defy her without so much as a tremble. And as she watched Y/N disappear into the throng of students, a seed of curiosity began to take root in Regina's mind. Who was this enigmatic newcomer, and what made her so impervious to Regina's rule?

Regina's fists clenched at her sides as she watched Y/N disappear into the crowd, a surge of frustration coursing through her veins. How dare that insignificant nobody brush her off like a speck of dust? Regina's pride, wounded by the encounter, demanded retribution.

Turning sharply on her heels, Regina fixed her icy gaze on Karen, who was fidgeting nervously beside her. "Who the hell was that?" Regina demanded, her voice sharp as a blade.

Karen glanced around anxiously before responding in a hushed tone. "That's Y/N," she murmured, her eyes darting around to ensure no one overheard. "She's Cady Heron's sister. They transferred here from Africa a while back."

Regina's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Cady Heron was a name that still sent shivers down Regina's spine—a reminder of the chaos and upheaval she had caused in the Plastics' tightly knit circle. And now, it seemed, her sister had emerged from the shadows, ready to challenge Regina's authority once again.

A dangerous smirk twisted Regina's lips as a plan began to form in her mind. If Y/N was anything like her sister, then Regina knew exactly how to make her tremble.

"Karen," Regina purred, her voice dripping with malice. "It's time we paid a visit to our new friend, Y/N."

Karen's eyes widened in alarm, but she knew better than to question Regina's orders. With a resigned nod, she fell into step beside Regina as they made their way through the bustling halls of North Shore High.

Meanwhile, Y/N navigated the sea of students with ease, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Regina George. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having brushed off the queen bee's attempts to intimidate her. But beneath her calm exterior, a flicker of unease lingered—a nagging feeling that Regina would not take kindly to being dismissed so easily.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N rounded a corner and nearly collided with Cady, who was standing in the middle of the hallway, her expression fraught with worry.

"Cady, what's wrong?" Y/N asked, concern etched into her features as she approached her sister.

Cady let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Regina George," she muttered, her voice tinged with bitterness. "She's on the warpath again, and this time, I think she's set her sights on you."

Y/N's eyes widened in alarm as she processed Cady's words. Regina George, the most feared and revered girl in school, was targeting her? The thought sent a chill down Y/N's spine, but she refused to let fear consume her.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N squared her shoulders, her resolve hardening. She may have been quiet and unassuming, but she refused to be intimidated by someone like Regina George. If anything, she would face Regina head-on and prove that she was not to be trifled with.

With a determined glint in her eyes, Y/N turned to Cady. "Thanks for the heads up," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her. "But I can handle Regina George."

As the final bell of the day rang out, signaling the end of classes, Cady caught up with Y/N near the entrance of the school. She wore a concerned expression, her eyes darting around as if expecting Regina George to leap out from the shadows at any moment.

"Y/N, are you sure you're going to be okay?" Cady asked, her voice tinged with worry. "I can wait with you at my car until you're ready to leave."

Y/N offered her sister a reassuring smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Thanks, Cady, but I'll be fine," she said, her voice unwavering. "I can handle Regina George."

With a reluctant nod, Cady watched as Y/N made her way toward the cafeteria, her heart heavy with concern for her sister's safety.

Meanwhile, Regina George prowled the halls like a lioness on the hunt, her eyes ablaze with determination. She had caught wind of Y/N's defiance and was hell-bent on putting the upstart in her place once and for all.

Spotting Y/N walking alone, Regina seized her opportunity, springing into action with the stealth of a predator. With a swift movement, she came from the side, shoving Y/N roughly into the lockers.

Y/N gasped in surprise, her books clattering to the ground as she stumbled backward. Before she could recover, Regina loomed over her, her expression a mask of malice.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Regina taunted, her voice dripping with venom as she towered over Y/N. "Seems like the little mouse has wandered into the lion's den."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at Regina, her gaze unwavering despite the fear gnawing at her insides. She refused to let Regina see her weakness.

Regina's eyes narrowed as she studied Y/N, a flicker of something akin to admiration dancing behind her icy facade. Despite herself, Regina couldn't help but be struck by the girl's beauty—the innocence in her eyes, the sweetness in her smile.

"You know, for someone who's supposed to be so tough, you're surprisingly cute," Regina remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Pity it won't save you from what's coming."

Y/N bristled at Regina's condescending tone, her resolve strengthening with each passing moment. She may have been small, but she refused to be cowed by someone like Regina George.

Before Regina could unleash another barb, Y/N cut her off with a steely glare. "I don't have time for your games, Regina," she said, her voice firm. "Cady's waiting for me, and I'm not about to let you ruin my day."

Regina's lip curled into a sneer, her patience wearing thin. "You'll meet me at my car in ten minutes," she demanded, her voice laced with authority. "Or else."

Y/N met Regina's challenge with a defiant glare of her own. "Fine," she said, her tone brimming with determination. "But don't expect me to be intimidated by you, Regina George."

With that, Y/N gathered her belongings and stormed off toward the cafeteria, leaving Regina seething with frustration in her wake.

Ten minutes later, Regina George leaned against her pink jeep, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for Y/N to arrive. She scanned the bustling parking lot, her eyes narrowed in anticipation. When she spotted Y/N making her way toward her, Regina straightened up, her expression a mix of irritation and curiosity.

Y/N approached Regina with her trademark calm demeanor, her eyes fixed on the queen bee with unwavering resolve. "You wanted to see me, Regina?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tension crackling between them.

Regina's lips curled into a sneer as she studied Y/N, her gaze piercing. "I wanted to know why you're not intimidated by me," she said bluntly, her tone laced with aggression.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, considering her response carefully. "Because I don't think you're just a bully," she said finally, her voice soft but unwavering. "I think there's more to you than meets the eye."

Regina's facade faltered for a brief moment, surprise flickering across her features before she quickly masked it with a haughty smirk. "And what exactly do you think you know about me?" she snapped, her tone defensive.

Y/N met Regina's challenge head-on, her gaze steady. "I think you're more than just a mean girl who thrives on tearing others down," she said, her voice earnest. "I think there's a part of you that's capable of kindness, if you would only let it show."

Regina bristled at Y/N's words, her defenses rising once more. But deep down, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to what Y/N was saying.

Before Regina could respond, a familiar voice rang out from across the parking lot. "Y/N! Are you coming or what?"

Y/N turned to see Cady leaning out of the driver's side window of her car, her expression a mix of impatience and concern.

Regina's jaw clenched at the sight of Cady, her irritation mounting. "I'll bring Y/N home," she snapped, her tone clipped.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at Regina's unexpected offer. She glanced between Regina and Cady, uncertainty flickering in her gaze.

Regina bristled at Y/N's hesitation, her pride wounded by the girl's reluctance to accept her help. "Well, are you coming or not?" she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration.

With a resigned sigh, Y/N nodded, her resolve hardening. "Fine," she said, her voice firm. "But this doesn't mean I'm afraid of you, Regina George."

Regina's lips curled into a smirk as she unlocked the doors of her jeep, gesturing for Y/N to climb in. "We'll see about that," she said cryptically, her mind already racing with plans to unravel the enigma that was Y/N.

As Regina pulled out of the school parking lot, the engine of her pink jeep purring beneath her, she stole a sideways glance at Y/N, who sat quietly beside her, staring out of the window. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheekbones and the scatter of freckles across her nose.

At a stoplight, Regina couldn't help but study Y/N's profile, her gaze lingering on the way the sunlight danced in her hair. "So, do you really think I'm more than just a bully?" she asked softly, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Y/N turned to look at Regina, her expression earnest. "I do," she said, her voice gentle but sincere. "I think you have the potential to be sweet and kind, if you let yourself."

Regina felt a flutter of something unfamiliar stirring in her chest—a mixture of confusion and excitement. She had spent so long cultivating her image as the ruthless queen bee that the idea of being seen as something more was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As they continued down the road, Regina found herself torn between her desire to maintain her reputation as the school's resident mean girl and the growing warmth she felt in Y/N's presence. It was a strange sensation, one that left her feeling both exhilarated and unnerved.

Finally, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Regina cleared her throat, her voice barely above a whisper. "Um, so, I was thinking..." she began, her words hesitant. "Would you maybe want to come over to my house instead? We could, you know, work on homework or something."

Y/N blinked in surprise at Regina's unexpected offer, her lips quirking into a small smile. "Sure, that sounds nice," she said, her voice warm with genuine gratitude.

With a sense of determination, Y/N reached for her phone, dialing Cady's number to let her know of the change in plans. "Hey, Cady, it's me," she said when her sister picked up. "I'm going to Regina's house to work on homework. Can you let Mom know?"

Regina listened in silence as Y/N spoke to her sister, her heart racing with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. She couldn't quite explain it, but there was something about Y/N that drew her in—a magnetic pull that she couldn't resist.

As they pulled up to Regina's sprawling mansion, Regina couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement.

As Regina parked her pink jeep in the driveway of her lavish mansion, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she helped Y/N out of the car. The sun cast a golden glow over the sprawling estate, illuminating the perfectly manicured lawns and the grand facade of the house.

"It's beautiful," Y/N breathed, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the sight of Regina's home.

Regina's chest swelled with pride at Y/N's compliment, a smug smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "I know," she said, her tone dripping with arrogance. "It's kind of my thing."

As they made their way toward the front door, Regina's mother appeared, her warm smile lighting up her face as she greeted Y/N with genuine warmth. "Well, hello there, dear," she said, her voice friendly. "I'm Regina's mom. It's lovely to meet you."

Y/N returned Mrs. George's smile with one of her own, her demeanor sweet and unassuming. "It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. George," she said politely.

Regina rolled her eyes at her mother's friendliness, her arrogance unshaken. "Come on, Y/N," she said, gesturing for her to follow. "Let's get this homework over with."

Once inside, Regina led Y/N through the opulent halls of her home, her steps echoing against the marble floors. "So, where do you want to do homework?" she asked, her voice laced with arrogance.

Y/N glanced around, taking in the luxurious surroundings before turning to Regina with a smile. "Your bedroom sounds nice," she said, her voice soft but determined.

Regina's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Y/N's unexpected choice, her pride wounded by the girl's audacity. But she quickly masked her shock with a smirk, determined to maintain her dominance.

"Fine," she said, her tone clipped. "But don't expect me to go easy on you."

Y/N merely shrugged, unfazed by Regina's bravado. As they entered Regina's bedroom, Y/N set her guitar and backpack softly on the floor, her eyes scanning the room with curiosity.

Regina couldn't resist the urge to assert her superiority, her smirk widening as she eyed Y/N's guitar. "So, you play guitar, huh?" she said, her tone mocking. "How quaint."

Y/N's lips quirked into a small smile, her gaze steady. "Yeah, I do," she said simply, refusing to be rattled by Regina's sarcasm.

As they settled in to tackle their homework, Regina couldn't shake the feeling that Y/N was unlike anyone she had ever encountered before. There was something about her sweetness and resilience that both intrigued and infuriated Regina, fueling her determination to bring the girl down.

Regina lounged on her queen-sized bed, exuding an air of regal superiority as Y/N stood awkwardly by, unsure of where to sit or what to do. With a haughty tilt of her head, Regina quipped, "Well, don't just stand there like a lost puppy. Take a seat. We've got work to do."

Y/N suppressed a sigh and perched herself on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of Regina's gaze bearing down on her. She pulled out her homework and began to work, determined to ignore Regina's snarky comments.

Regina, meanwhile, opened her history textbook with an air of confidence, only to be met with a sea of incomprehensible dates and names. Frustration crept into her features as she furrowed her brow, unable to make heads or tails of the material.

"What's the point of all this anyway?" Regina muttered under her breath, her irritation growing by the second.

Y/N couldn't help but stifle a giggle at Regina's obvious struggle. "Need a little help there, Regina?" she teased, her tone light-hearted.

Regina shot Y/N a withering glare, her pride wounded by the suggestion that she needed assistance. "I don't need help from a dumb math girl like you," she snapped, her tone sharp.

Undeterred, Y/N chuckled and leaned over to glance at Regina's textbook. "Well, lucky for you, history happens to be my forte," she quipped, her smile playful. "I'm the brains when it comes to historical trivia, and Cady's the math whiz."

Regina's lips twitched into a reluctant smile at Y/N's jest, her irritation momentarily forgotten. Despite herself, she couldn't help but admire Y/N's quick wit and easy charm.

As Y/N delved into explaining the intricate web of Greek mythology surrounding the gods and goddesses, Regina couldn't help but make snarky comments, her skepticism evident in every word. "So, let me get this straight," Regina interjected, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're telling me that Zeus, the big guy with the lightning bolt, was actually married to his sister? Sounds like a soap opera if you ask me."

Y/N giggled at Regina's quip, but quickly composed herself, realizing the importance of focusing on the task at hand. "Well, yes," she said with a chuckle, "but Greek mythology is filled with all sorts of fascinating stories and connections. It's like a giant puzzle waiting to be unraveled."

Regina rolled her eyes, growing increasingly annoyed by Y/N's persistent enthusiasm. "Can't we just get this over with already?" she grumbled, flipping through her textbook with frustration.

But Y/N remained undeterred, her passion for the subject shining through as she continued to explain the intricacies of Greek mythology. She gestured animatedly, her eyes alight with excitement, as she described the epic battles and forbidden romances that filled the ancient tales.

Regina found herself inexplicably drawn to Y/N's enthusiasm, her gaze lingering on the way her eyes sparkled with fervor. Despite herself, Regina couldn't help but admire Y/N's passion and determination.

As Y/N pressed on, Regina found herself growing more and more captivated by her words, her attention drifting away from the textbook and towards the girl sitting beside her. She watched in silence as Y/N spoke, her heart fluttering inexplicably at the sight of her animated gestures and infectious laughter.

And then, without warning, Regina found herself blurting out the words that had been swirling around in her mind since they had first met. "You know, Y/N," she said softly, her voice uncharacteristically tender, "you're really beautiful."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at Regina's unexpected compliment, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to respond, but found herself at a loss for words as Regina's gaze bore into her own.

Regina quickly cleared her throat, her usual bravado returning as she forced herself to look away. "Anyway," she said, her tone casual, "let's get back to work, shall we?"

As Y/N continued to stumble through her explanation of the story of Medusa, her cheeks grew hotter with each passing moment, her words tripping over themselves in her haste. Regina watched with amusement, her smirk widening as she observed Y/N's flustered state. She knew she had the sweet girl right where she wanted her—vulnerable and under her spell.

Leaning in closer, Regina adopted a teasing and seductive tone, her breath brushing against Y/N's ear. "You know, Y/N," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed allure, "I always knew you were beautiful. But seeing you like this... it's kind of adorable."

Y/N's heart fluttered at Regina's unexpected compliment, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at Regina's proximity, despite knowing the danger of getting too close to the queen bee herself.

Summoning her courage, Y/N met Regina's gaze with a determined stare, her own eyes shining with a hint of mischief. "You know, Regina," she said, her voice steady despite the fluttering of her heart, "for someone who's supposed to be so tough, your eyes tell a different story. They say you're actually a soft cutie deep down."

Regina's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's bold declaration, her facade momentarily cracking. She hadn't expected someone to see through her carefully crafted exterior, to glimpse the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface.

Before Regina could respond, Y/N shifted the conversation with unexpected precision, mentioning the bus accident that Cady had been involved in. Regina's defenses immediately went up, her posture stiffening as she braced herself for what was to come.

But to her surprise, Y/N's next words caught her off guard. "I know about the accident," Y/N said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "And I know about the scar on your back."

Regina's eyes widened in shock as she realized that Y/N had seen the massive scar that marred her skin—a painful reminder of the accident that had changed her life forever.

Y/N reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the scar with gentle reverence. "I think it's kind of beautiful," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "It gives you a power look, like you've been through hell and back and come out stronger on the other side."

Regina was speechless, her defenses crumbling in the face of Y/N's unexpected kindness. For the first time in a long time, she felt seen and understood in a way that no one else had ever managed to achieve.

As Y/N looked up at Regina with a soft and earnest expression, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the usually unshakeable queen bee. "Can I see it?" she asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

Regina's facade began to crumble as she realized that Y/N had broken through her carefully constructed walls. With a resigned nod, she slowly lifted the hem of her top, revealing the jagged scar that snaked its way from her neck to her left shoulder and down to her lower back.

Y/N's heart ached at the sight of the scar, a tangible reminder of the pain and trauma Regina had endured. "Can I touch it?" she asked softly, her voice filled with empathy.

Regina hesitated for a moment before nodding, her gaze downcast with shame. Y/N reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing over the scar with gentle reverence.

As Y/N's touch trailed over the scar, Regina couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, the tension melting away from her body. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to lean into Y/N's comforting presence.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for Regina as she brushed her blond hair out of the way to get a better look at the scar. "You look beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Regina's breath caught in her throat at Y/N's unexpected compliment, her heart skipping a beat. And then, to her surprise, Y/N accidentally let slip a term of endearment that made Regina's pulse quicken.

"You're beautiful, princess," Y/N said softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized her slip of the tongue.

Regina froze, her eyes widening in shock at the unexpected nickname. For a moment, she couldn't seem to find her voice, her mind reeling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Regina turned around to face Y/N, her expression guarded as she studied the sweet girl before her. Y/N stammered nervously, her words catching in her throat as she struggled to find the right thing to say.

But before Y/N could finish her sentence, Regina cut her off, her tone sharp and dismissive. "Save it, Y/N," she snapped, her walls going back up in an instant. She hated feeling vulnerable, and she hated even more that Y/N had managed to break through her defenses.

Y/N felt a surge of panic as she watched Regina's demeanor shift once again, her heart sinking at the sight of the queen bee's icy exterior. "I-I'm sorry," she stuttered, her voice small and uncertain.

Regina's confusion quickly turned to annoyance as she watched Y/N's flustered attempts to apologize. "Can you just stop with the stuttering already?" she snapped, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

Y/N's panic only grew as Regina's anger intensified, her mind racing with a million thoughts and apologies. But before she could utter another word, Regina cut her off once more, her voice laced with venom.

"Listen, Y/N," Regina said, her tone sharp and unforgiving. "I don't know what game you think you're playing, but let me make one thing clear: I'm not someone you want to mess with."

Y/N's heart sank at Regina's harsh words, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She had never felt so helpless, so out of her depth. But just as she was about to give up hope, something unexpected happened.

In a fit of anger and frustration, Regina closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against Y/N's in a rough and demanding kiss. Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she felt Regina's lips on hers, her mind reeling with confusion and desire.

Regina's kiss was fierce and dominating, a stark contrast to the sweet and gentle girl she had shown moments before. But instead of recoiling in fear, Y/N found herself responding to Regina's kiss with equal fervor, her heart racing with a mixture of adrenaline and excitement.

As they kissed, Regina's threats melted away into the background, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of Y/N's lips on hers. And as their kiss deepened, Regina couldn't help but feel a rush of power and dominance coursing through her veins.

But just as Regina was about to pull away, Y/N broke the kiss with a soft giggle, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, princess," she teased, her voice light and playful, "for someone who claims not to be someone to mess with, you're kind of adorable."

As Regina pulled away from their kiss, a fierce glare returned to her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Y/N. "Listen here, Y/N," she threatened, her tone sharp and commanding. "If you dare breathe a word of what just happened to anyone, I'll make your life a living hell."

Y/N simply looked back at Regina, unfazed by her intimidation tactics. Instead, she let out a light, tinkling giggle that seemed to infuriate Regina even more.

Regina gritted her teeth, hating how soft the sweet girl made her feel. "What's so funny?" she snapped, her voice laced with frustration.

Y/N's laughter only grew as she looked at Regina, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You need a nickname for your scar," she said playfully, completely disregarding Regina's threats. "How about Scarface?"

Regina's lips twisted into a scowl at Y/N's suggestion, but deep down, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement. She hated to admit it, but there was something about Y/N that made her more tolerant than she was with anyone else.

Before Regina could respond, Y/N's phone rang, interrupting the tense moment. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Cady, her sister.

Answering the call, Y/N listened as Cady asked how late she would be home for dinner. Regina seized the opportunity, her voice dripping with faux sweetness as she leaned in closer to Y/N. "Tell her you're sleeping over at my place tonight," she whispered, her tone sly and suggestive.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, knowing that Cady would be concerned if she suddenly changed her plans. But then she looked into Regina's eyes and saw a glimmer of vulnerability that she couldn't ignore.

"Actually, Cady," Y/N said into the phone, her voice confident, "I'm sleeping over at Regina's tonight."

Cady's voice sounded concerned on the other end of the line, her maternal instincts kicking in. "Are you sure, Sis?" she asked, worry evident in her tone.

Y/N smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at Cady's concern. "Don't worry, Cady," she reassured her sister. "Regina's actually really sweet to me."

Regina's eyes narrowed at Y/N's words, her pride stung by the admission. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Y/N," she spat, her tone harsh.

As Y/N listened to her sister's concern over the phone, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for causing her worry. "I promise, Cady," she reassured, her voice soft. "I have vocal lessons in the morning, so I'll be home before lunch tomorrow."

Cady's voice softened with relief on the other end of the line. "Alright, just be careful, okay?" she said, her maternal instincts kicking in once again.

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for her sister's caring nature. "I will, Cady," she promised. "Thanks for looking out for me."

Cady's concern grew, her voice hesitant. "Are you sure you want to stay at Regina's?" she asked, her worry palpable.

Y/N glanced at Regina, who was growing increasingly impatient, and suppressed a giggle. "Yes, Cady," she said, trying to keep her tone light. "I'm sure. Regina's actually really sweet once you get to know her."

Regina rolled her eyes at Y/N's words, her impatience evident. "Alright, princess," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think it's time to end the call now."

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at Regina's needy insistence, finding it both amusing and endearing. "Looks like someone's a little needy for attention," she teased, poking fun at Regina's facade of indifference.

Regina bristled at Y/N's jest, her pride stung by the half-insult. "I am not needy," she retorted, her tone defensive. "I just don't have time for idle chatter."

Y/N rolled her eyes, finding Regina's denial both amusing and predictable. "Sure, Regina," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "I'll say goodnight to Cady now."

With a final farewell to her sister, Y/N ended the call and turned back to Regina, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Looks like it's just you and me tonight, Scarface," she said playfully, unable to resist teasing Regina once more.

Regina's patience was wearing thin as Y/N continued to tease her, her nickname "Scarface" grating on her nerves more than she cared to admit. "I swear, Y/N, if you ever call me Scarface again, you'll regret it," she threatened, her voice sharp with annoyance.

But instead of cowering in fear, Y/N simply let out another giggle, finding Regina's irritation utterly amusing. "Oh, come on, Regina," she teased, unable to resist poking fun at the queen bee. "You know you secretly love it."

Regina's eyes narrowed at Y/N's playful retort, her frustration mounting with each passing moment. "You have no idea how annoying you are, Y/N," she spat, her tone tinged with irritation. "You have this infuriating ability to make me soft, and I hate it."

Y/N couldn't help but grin at Regina's admission, secretly reveling in the power she held over the intimidating mean girl. "Well, what can I say?" she replied cheekily. "I have a way with people, especially with calling you princess."

Regina let out an exasperated groan at the mention of the nickname, her annoyance evident. "Don't call me that," she muttered, her voice strained.

But Y/N could see right through Regina's facade, sensing the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. She knew the effect she had on Regina whenever she called her princess, and she couldn't help but enjoy pushing the queen bee's buttons.

Before Regina could respond, Y/N's stomach let out a loud grumble, breaking the tension between them. Regina smirked triumphantly, seizing the opportunity to regain control of the situation.

"Looks like someone's hungry," she remarked, her tone dripping with dominance. "I guess I'll have to take care of my little baby, won't I?"

As Regina and Y/n made their way to the kitchen, they were met with the warm glow of the George household. Regina's mom greeted them with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and kindness.

"How's the homework going, girls?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest.

Y/n felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the question, suddenly feeling shy under Regina's mother's attentive gaze. Before she could muster a response, Regina interjected with her signature arrogance.

"Oh, you know, just the usual," Regina replied nonchalantly, a smirk playing at her lips. "Y/n's sleeping over tonight."

Regina's mother's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the unexpected announcement, but her gaze softened as she turned her attention to Y/n. "That sounds lovely," she said kindly, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

Y/n shifted uncomfortably under Regina's mother's scrutiny, feeling a bit out of place in the presence of the George matriarch. Regina, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist making a sarcastic comment at Y/n's expense.

"Looks like someone's feeling shy all of a sudden," Regina teased, a smirk dancing on her lips as she observed Y/n's discomfort.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Regina's playful jab, refusing to let herself be intimidated. "Yeah, well, not all of us are used to being in the spotlight," she shot back, her tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Regina's mother chuckled at their banter, finding their dynamic amusing. "I like her," she said to Regina, her eyes twinkling with approval as she looked at Y/n. "She's not afraid to put you in your place."

Regina's annoyance flared at her mother's comment, her pride stung by the implication that Y/n could challenge her authority. "Mom, can we not do this right now?" she muttered under her breath, shooting her mother a warning glare.

Ignoring Regina's irritation, her mother turned her attention back to Y/n. "So, what would you like for dinner, dear?" she asked, her tone warm and inviting.

Before Y/n could respond, Regina interjected once again, her voice taking on a tone of dominance as she addressed Y/n. "Tell us what you want, baby," she said, her words laced with a hint of superiority.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at Regina's assertive tone, but instead of feeling intimidated, she found herself oddly drawn to Regina's commanding presence.

As Regina's mom processed the unexpected exchange between Regina and Y/n, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The nicknames had caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this sudden change in her daughter's demeanor.

Y/n, feeling a wave of shame wash over her, shifted uncomfortably under Regina's mother's curious gaze. She hadn't meant to cause any discomfort with her playful banter, and now she regretted the nickname she had playfully bestowed upon Regina.

Sensing Y/n's discomfort, Regina's expression softened, her usual arrogance replaced by a surprising tenderness. She reached out to gently squeeze Y/n's hand, offering her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, baby," Regina whispered softly, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "Don't worry about it."

Regina's mother watched the interaction between her daughter and Y/n with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. She had never seen Regina display such tenderness before, especially not towards someone outside of their inner circle.

Whispering to herself, Regina's mom couldn't help but voice her confusion aloud. "What's gotten into her?" she murmured, her tone tinged with bewilderment.

Meanwhile, Y/n couldn't help but feel touched by Regina's unexpected show of kindness. Despite her initial embarrassment, she found herself drawn to Regina's softer side, a side she hadn't known existed until now.

When Regina's mom asked what they would like for dinner, Y/n felt a surge of shyness once again. "You can choose, Regina," she said quietly, feeling unsure of herself.

Regina's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. "Pizza it is then," she declared, pulling out her phone to order their meal.

As Regina scrolled through the pizza options on her phone, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to treat Y/n to something she enjoyed. "What kind of pizza do you like, baby?" she asked, handing her phone to Y/n to make the selection.

Y/n's heart fluttered at the affectionate nickname, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at Regina's gesture. She quickly chose her favorite toppings, a smile playing at her lips as she handed the phone back to Regina.

But just as Regina was about to finalize the order, her mother interjected with a curious question. "Regina, what's gotten into you?" she asked, her confusion evident in her voice.

Regina's patience wore thin at her mother's interruption, her annoyance bubbling to the surface. "Mom, can you just let me do this without questioning everything?" she snapped, her frustration evident in her tone.

As they awaited the arrival of the pizza, Y/n reached into her pocket to retrieve her wallet, fully intending to pay Regina back for their meal. However, before she could even pull it out, Regina swiftly slapped the wallet out of her hand, causing it to skid halfway across the kitchen floor.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock at Regina's abrupt action, her heart pounding with surprise. She couldn't believe Regina's audacity in dismissing her attempt to repay the favor.

Regina, standing tall and confident, looked down at Y/n with a smirk playing on her lips. "You don't need to worry about that, Y/n," she declared dominantly, her voice oozing with arrogance. "I spoil my baby like I want to."

Y/n was taken aback by Regina's assertive tone, her shock quickly turning to disbelief. "Since when am I your baby?" she blurted out stupidly, her mind reeling with confusion.

Regina, unfazed by Y/n's question, simply shrugged. "Since now," she replied casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion as she processed Regina's words. "Like, in a girlfriend way?" she asked dumbly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her own boldness.

Regina's annoyance flared at Y/n's question, her eyes narrowing as she shot her a withering glare. "Wow, Y/n, way to ruin the moment," she quipped sarcastically, her tone dripping with disdain. "Let's just focus on getting our pizza, shall we?"

Y/n couldn't help but giggle nervously at Regina's dismissive response, her embarrassment tempered by a hint of amusement. Despite Regina's tough exterior, there was something endearing about her brashness.

Summoning her courage, Y/n leaned in and pressed a shy kiss to Regina's cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. "Thank you," she murmured softly, her cheeks flushing with warmth.

Regina felt her own cheeks heat up at Y/n's unexpected display of affection, a blush creeping across her face. She struggled to maintain her confident facade, but inwardly, she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that danced in her chest.

Meanwhile, Regina's mother observed the exchange with a mixture of confusion and amusement, her eyebrows raised in bewilderment. "What the hell is happening?" she muttered to herself, unable to make sense of the sudden shift in dynamics between her daughter and Y/n.

As the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their pizzas, Y/n perked up in anticipation, knowing that their delicious dinner was finally here. Regina, ever efficient, wasted no time in grabbing her wallet and striding confidently to the door.

As Regina swung open the door, the delivery guy's eyes widened in recognition at the sight of Regina George standing before him. He stumbled over his words, his voice cracking as he tried to speak. "Uh, h-here's your p-pizza," he stammered, holding out the boxes with shaky hands.

Regina raised an eyebrow at the delivery guy's nervousness, her patience wearing thin. "Are you dumb or something?" she retorted, her tone sharp and biting. "It's just a pizza delivery, not brain surgery."

The delivery guy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at Regina's insult, but he couldn't help but blurt out, "You're hot."

Regina rolled her eyes at the delivery guy's clumsy attempt at flirting. "Yeah, well, I have a girlfriend," she replied coolly, snatching the pizzas from his grasp.

As she closed the door behind her, Regina made a snarky comment under her breath. "Like he stood a chance," she muttered sarcastically, her lips curling into a smirk.

Y/n stifled a laugh at Regina's remark, finding amusement in her brashness. "Did he ask for your number?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Regina shot Y/n a withering glare, unamused by her jest. "Please, like I would ever give him the time of day," she scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain.

But then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, Regina's expression softened as she turned to face Y/n. "Besides," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I already have a girlfriend."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at Regina's words, a rush of warmth flooding through her veins. Despite Regina's tough exterior, there was something undeniably sweet about the way she referred to Y/n as her girlfriend. It was a side of Regina that few people ever got to see—a side that Y/n couldn't help but feel privileged to witness.

As Regina retrieved some plates for the pizzas, Y/n couldn't help but admire the way she effortlessly commanded the room. "You look beautiful," Y/n complimented softly, a genuine smile tugging at her lips.

Regina, ever the queen bee, couldn't resist a bit of playful banter. "Oh, is that the fourth time you've said that since you got here?" she joked arrogantly, her smirk evident.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully at Regina's teasing. "Maybe I just can't help but speak the truth," she shot back, her tone laced with amusement.

Regina couldn't help but chuckle at Y/n's response, finding herself oddly charmed by the sweet girl's unwavering sincerity. She knew deep down that only Y/n had the power to make her feel this soft, this vulnerable.

Handing a plate of pizza to Y/n, Regina watched as Y/n eagerly grabbed a slice, her eyes lighting up with excitement. As Y/n took her first bite, she couldn't help but eat it a little messily, the melted cheese and sauce smearing across her lips.

Regina chuckled softly at the sight, finding Y/n's enthusiasm endearing. "You've got a little something on your face," she teased gently, gesturing to Y/n's messy eater.

Y/n grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, do I?" she replied coyly, her tone dripping with playful flirtation.

Regina felt her heart race at Y/n's boldness, her cheeks flushing with surprise. She wasn't used to someone challenging her dominance in such a playful yet seductive manner.

Unable to resist the temptation, Y/n leaned in closer to Regina, her gaze locking with hers in a moment of heated intensity. "Maybe you'd like to help me clean it up?" she suggested, her voice laced with undeniable allure.

Regina's breath caught in her throat at Y/n's bold proposition, her mind racing with possibilities. She was surprised by Y/n's audacity, but deep down, she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins.

In that moment, Regina realized that Y/n had the power to push her boundaries in ways she had never imagined. And as she leaned in to wipe the sauce from Y/n's lips, she knew that this was only the beginning of their electrifying dynamic.

As Regina's fingertips brushed against Y/n's lips, a jolt of electricity seemed to surge between them, igniting a fire that neither could ignore. Y/n's breath hitched at the intimate touch, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Regina's touch was surprisingly gentle, her fingers lingering on Y/n's lips for a moment longer than necessary. She couldn't help but be drawn to the sweet girl's undeniable charm, her resolve weakening with each passing second.

Y/n's eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty as Regina leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. The air between them crackled with tension, the anticipation almost palpable.

Just as their lips were about to meet in a heated kiss, the sound of Regina's mother clearing her throat broke the spell, causing them to jump apart in surprise.

Regina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she quickly composed herself, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Um, sorry about that," she muttered, her voice tinged with unease.

Y/n couldn't help but giggle nervously at the sudden interruption, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "No worries," she replied, trying to mask her own disappointment.

Regina's mother chuckled softly at the exchange, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'll leave you two to enjoy your pizza," she said with a knowing smile, before disappearing back into the other room.

As they sat in awkward silence, Regina and Y/n exchanged nervous glances, both unsure of what to say next. Despite the interruption, the spark between them still lingered, begging to be reignited.

Regina cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "So, um, pizza?" she suggested lamely, gesturing towards the untouched slices on the plate.

Y/n nodded eagerly, grateful for the change of subject. "Yeah, pizza sounds great," she replied with a forced cheerfulness, eager to move past the awkwardness.

As they dug into their pizza, the tension slowly began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared understanding. And although their moment had been interrupted, both Regina and Y/n knew that this was only the beginning of something truly special.

After finishing their pizza, Regina and Y/n made their way back to Regina's room. Regina immediately flopped onto her bed, pulling out her phone and becoming engrossed in whatever was on the screen. Meanwhile, Y/n settled at Regina's desk, diligently finishing up her homework.

As Y/n concentrated on her work, she couldn't help but notice Regina's distraction with her phone. With a mischievous grin, Y/n decided to playfully interrupt Regina's digital world. With a sudden burst of energy, she leaped onto Regina's bed, landing right beside her and causing Regina to startle.

Regina's initial reaction was one of annoyance, and she was quick to voice it. "What the heck, Y/n?!" she exclaimed, her tone sharp with irritation. But as she realized it was just Y/n being playful, she calmed down, albeit begrudgingly.

Y/n, undeterred by Regina's initial reaction, scooted closer and wrapped her arms around Regina, pulling her into a warm cuddle. "Just cuddling with my new girlfriend," Y/n said softly, her tone teasing yet affectionate.

Regina couldn't help but giggle at Y/n's playful declaration, her annoyance melting away at the sweet gesture. "New girlfriend, huh?" she replied, her lips curling into a smirk. "Well, I guess I can live with that."

As they lay there in comfortable silence, Y/n hesitated before speaking up again. "Um, Regina, I, uh, don't have any sleepwear with me," she admitted sheepishly, feeling a flush of embarrassment color her cheeks.

Regina, always quick with a witty remark, couldn't resist teasing Y/n. "Oh, do you really need clothes to sleep in?" she quipped sarcastically, a playful glint in her eyes.

Y/n chuckled at Regina's response, shaking her head. "Yes, I do," she replied, her tone laced with amusement. "I'm not exactly comfortable sleeping in my underwear."

With a dramatic sigh, Regina reluctantly got up from the bed and made her way to her closet. "Fine, fine," she muttered, pretending to be put out by the request. "Let's see what I have that'll fit you."

As Regina rummaged through her closet, she found a set of silk shorts and a matching top that she thought would fit Y/n perfectly. With a smirk, she tossed them over to Y/n, who caught them with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Regina," Y/n said appreciatively, admiring the soft material of the pajamas.

Regina, never one to miss an opportunity to show off, decided to change into her own silk pajamas. She emerged from the closet wearing a pair of silk pink shorts that showed off just enough of her toned legs, along with a matching silk top that hugged her curves in all the right places. As she sauntered over to the bed, she couldn't help but notice the way Y/n's eyes lingered on her, almost drooling.

"Close your mouth, Y/n," Regina teased seductively, a smirk playing on her lips as she caught Y/n staring. "You'll catch flies."

Y/n quickly snapped out of her trance, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught ogling Regina. "Sorry," she mumbled sheepishly, trying to regain her composure.

As Y/n slipped into her new pajamas, she couldn't help but notice the scar on Regina's bare shoulder once again. It was a stark reminder of the vulnerability that lay beneath Regina's tough exterior, and Y/n found herself inexplicably drawn to it.

Regina, unaware of Y/n's thoughts, casually asked, "So, what do you want to do before bed?" Her voice was light and carefree, as if she hadn't just caught Y/n practically drooling over her.

Y/n, feeling bold yet flustered, muttered under her breath, "I want to do you," before quickly correcting herself. "I mean, I want to watch a movie."

Regina's eyebrow arched in amusement at Y/n's slip-up, but she chose to play it cool. "Sure, we can watch a movie," she replied casually, pretending not to have heard Y/n's slip of the tongue. But deep down, Regina couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins at Y/n's unintentionally bold statement.

Regina raised an eyebrow at Y/n's choice, clearly unimpressed. "A Marvel movie, really?" she remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. "I was thinking more along the lines of a classic rom-com or something."

Y/n pouted playfully, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I love Marvel movies," she protested, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "They're so action-packed and exciting!"

Regina sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes at Y/n's nerdy excitement. "Fine, whatever," she conceded reluctantly. "But just this once. I don't want to make a habit out of watching superheroes in spandex."

Y/n's face lit up with excitement as she scrambled to find the remote. "Yes! Thank you, Regina!" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

As the movie started playing, Y/n couldn't help but gush about her favorite characters and plot points, her eyes glued to the screen with rapt attention. Regina watched Y/n's animated expressions with amusement, finding herself unable to resist the infectious enthusiasm radiating from the sweet girl beside her.

Despite her initial reluctance, Regina couldn't deny that there was something endearing about Y/n's nerdy passion for the Marvel universe. As the movie unfolded, Regina found herself getting drawn into the story, secretly enjoying the thrilling action sequences and witty banter between the characters.

But of course, Regina would never admit to finding Y/n's nerdy obsession cute. Instead, she maintained her cool and composed exterior, refusing to let her guard down even for a moment.

As the credits rolled and the movie came to an end, Y/n turned to Regina with a wide grin. "Wasn't that amazing?" she asked eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement.

Regina shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play it cool. "Eh, it was alright," she replied casually, masking her own enjoyment of the film. "I've seen better."

But deep down, Regina couldn't deny that she had actually enjoyed watching the movie with Y/n. And as Y/n snuggled closer to her, Regina couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of spending more time with the sweet, nerdy girl who had unexpectedly stolen her heart.

Y/n's question hung in the air, leaving Regina momentarily speechless. Regina shifted uncomfortably under Y/n's gaze, her facade of indifference beginning to crack.

After a moment of tense silence, Regina finally mustered the courage to speak. "I... I wanted to meet you because..." she trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes softened as she waited for Regina to continue, sensing the vulnerability behind her tough exterior. "Because?" she prompted gently, encouraging Regina to open up.

Regina took a deep breath, steeling herself to admit the truth. "Because I've had feelings for you since that one time in Sports," she confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at Regina's admission, her own feelings suddenly laid bare. "I... I've had feelings for you too," she admitted softly, her cheeks tinged with pink.

Regina's eyes widened in surprise, her walls crumbling as she realized that Y/n's lack of intimidation had been due to mutual attraction all along. "Really?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

Y/n nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, really," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Regina's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and joy at Y/n's confession. But even in her moment of vulnerability, she couldn't help but revert to her usual cold demeanor. "But if you dare to tell anyone about this..." she warned sternly, her tone icy.

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at Regina's threat, finding it both amusing and endearing. Without hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly against Regina's, silencing her with a tender kiss.

Regina froze for a moment, surprised by Y/n's boldness. But as she melted into the kiss, her heart soared with happiness. In that moment, she knew that despite the challenges they might face, their newfound connection was worth fighting for.

As they pulled away, their eyes met in silent understanding. And in that moment, Regina realized that Y/n was more than just the quiet girl she had initially dismissed—she was someone who could see past her facade and love her for who she truly was. And as they leaned in for another kiss, Regina knew that she had finally found someone who made her feel truly alive.

hi!! first off, i LOVE your regina fanfics, they’re so well written! i was wondering if you could do a regina x fem!reader fic where the reader is known as like the really sweet quiet girl in school and regina takes an interest to her bc the reader is like the only person not intimidated by her? even better if the reader is already friends with either gretchen or karen except she’s just never spoken to regina 🤍

Hi! I’m so happy you love them!!! Glad you enjoy it and YEEEESSS it is a must! Give me some time and you shall receive ❤️

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Petite love

Here you go :), hope this is okay!

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Rachel Zegler was many things: talented, charismatic, and undeniably petite. Her girlfriend, Y/N, however, was something else entirely. Towering over Rachel by a couple of heads, Y/N was a gentle giant, a contrast to Rachel's vivacious energy. But amidst their differences, they found a unique harmony in their relationship.

One sunny afternoon, Rachel found herself in the kitchen, on a mission to retrieve a bag of flour from the top shelf of the pantry. She stood on tiptoes, stretching her arms as far as they could go, but the elusive bag remained out of reach.

"Y/N!" Rachel called out, her voice tinged with frustration. "Can you please come help me? I can't reach the flour again!"

Y/N chuckled from the living room, where she was engrossed in a book. "Sure thing, shorty. Just give me a sec."

Rachel huffed, crossing her arms as she waited impatiently. Finally, Y/N sauntered into the kitchen, grinning mischievously at Rachel's exasperated expression.

"Having trouble, love?" Y/N teased, leaning against the doorway.

Rachel shot her a playful glare. "Very funny. Now, could you please grab that bag of flour for me?"

Y/N stepped forward, effortlessly reaching up to pluck the bag from the shelf. She held it just out of Rachel's reach, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Here you go, little one," Y/N said, dangling the bag tantalizingly. "But first, you have to admit that you need me."

Rachel rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Fine, fine. I need you, okay? Now, give me the flour before I start throwing things at you."

With a laugh, Y/N handed over the bag, pulling Rachel into a warm embrace. Despite their height difference, they fit together perfectly, each finding solace in the other's arms.

As they cuddled in the kitchen, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at Rachel's small stature. She loved how she could easily wrap her arms around her, feeling like she was protecting something precious.

"Hey, Rach?" Y/N murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Rachel's forehead.

"Yeah?" Rachel replied, looking up at Y/N with a fond smile.

"I love how small you are," Y/N confessed, brushing a lock of hair away from Rachel's face. "It makes me feel like I'm your knight in shining armor, here to rescue you from tall shelves and any other perils."

Rachel giggled, burying her face in Y/N's chest. "You're such a dork, but I love you."

Y/N grinned, holding Rachel close. "I love you too, shorty."

The following week, amidst the laughter and shared moments, an argument brewed between Y/N and Rachel. It started innocently enough, with playful banter over who would do the dishes, but soon escalated into a heated exchange.

"You know, Rachel," Y/N teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "if you were just a few inches taller, maybe you wouldn't need me to rescue you from every high shelf in the house."

Rachel's laughter faltered, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. "Ha-ha, very funny, Y/N. You know I can't help my height."

Y/N's grin widened, enjoying Rachel's reaction. "Hey, I'm just stating the obvious, short stuff."

Rachel crossed her arms, trying to hide her growing irritation behind a smile. "Okay, okay, let's drop it. I get it, I'm vertically challenged. Can we move on now?"

Y/N's expression softened as she realized she might have pushed Rachel too far. "Sorry, babe, I was just joking. You know I love every inch of you, even if there aren't many."

Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at the cheesy remark, her annoyance melting away. "Smooth recovery, Y/N. But seriously, can we just forget about it?"

Y/N nodded, reaching out to pull Rachel into a hug. "Of course, love. I'm sorry if I upset you."

Just as Rachel began to relax into Y/N's embrace, she felt herself being lifted off the ground. Before she could protest, Y/N threw her over her shoulder, carrying her effortlessly towards the bedroom.

"Y/N, what are you doing? Put me down!" Rachel protested, her voice a mixture of laughter and protest.

Y/N chuckled, depositing Rachel onto the bed with a playful thud. "Consider this your punishment for being so cute when you're mad."

Rachel's heart raced as she watched Y/N hover over her, a playful smirk on her lips. But as Y/N's expression shifted from playful to something more sultry, Rachel's breath caught in her throat.

"Y/N, what are you..." Rachel began, her words trailing off as Y/N leaned in closer, her eyes dark with desire.

"Shh, just relax, Rachel," Y/N whispered, her voice sending shivers down Rachel's spine. "Let me take care of you."

With that, Y/N's lips crashed against Rachel's, igniting a firestorm of passion between them. Rachel melted into the kiss, her body responding eagerly to Y/N's touch.

Y/N's hands roamed freely over Rachel's body, her touch firm and possessive. Rachel's mind spun with desire as Y/N trailed kisses down her neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As the intensity between them grew, Rachel found herself unable to form coherent sentences, reduced to a stuttering mess of moans and gasps.

As the heat between Rachel and Y/N intensified, Rachel found herself unable to contain her desire. Each touch from Y/N sent sparks flying through her veins, leaving her trembling with need. She tried to form words, but all that came out were soft, desperate pleas.

"Y-Y/N," Rachel stuttered, her voice barely a whisper as she arched into Y/N's touch. "M-More, please..."

Y/N's lips curled into a wicked grin as she reveled in Rachel's surrender. "That's it, princess," she purred, her voice dripping with dominance. "Beg for me."

Rachel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins drowned out any sense of shame. "I w-want it... against the w-wall," she managed to stutter out, her heart racing with anticipation.

Y/N paused for a moment, taken aback by Rachel's boldness. But the challenge only fueled her desire, igniting a firestorm of passion within her. With a predatory glint in her eyes, Y/N hoisted Rachel up, carrying her effortlessly towards the nearest wall.

Rachel wrapped her legs around Y/N's waist, clinging to her like a lifeline as Y/N pressed her against the wall with a hunger that left Rachel breathless. Y/N's hands roamed freely over Rachel's body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Y/N's dominance was intoxicating, igniting a primal need within Rachel that she couldn't ignore. She surrendered herself completely to Y/N's touch, reveling in the raw passion that consumed them both.

With each thrust, Rachel's moans grew louder, her body aching for release. Y/N's possessiveness only fueled her desire, sending her spiraling towards ecstasy with every touch.

In that moment, with Y/N's lips on hers and her body pressed against the wall, Rachel felt truly alive.

As Y/N's hands skillfully undressed Rachel, peeling away each layer of fabric with purposeful intent, Rachel's breath hitched in anticipation. She squirmed under Y/N's touch, her body alive with need, craving the raw intensity only Y/N could provide.

"Y/N, please," Rachel begged, her voice coming out in desperate whispers as she arched into Y/N's touch. "I need you... all of you."

Y/N's lips curved into a predatory smile as she leaned in close, her breath hot against Rachel's ear. "You want it raw, princess?" she growled, her voice low and husky with desire.

Rachel nodded eagerly, her inhibitions melting away as she surrendered herself completely to Y/N's touch. "Yes, Y/N... please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with need.

But Rachel's desires didn't end there. As Y/N continued to ravish her with a passion that left her breathless, Rachel found herself craving something more, something primal and forbidden.

"Y/N," Rachel gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she looked up at Y/N with pleading eyes. "Talk... talk dirty to me."

Y/N's eyes darkened with desire as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Rachel's ear. "You want me to talk dirty, princess?" she murmured, her voice sending shivers down Rachel's spine.

Rachel nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yes, Y/N... please," she begged, her body trembling with need.

With a wicked grin, Y/N obliged, whispering a string of sinful words that sent Rachel reeling with pleasure. Each filthy utterance fueled the fire between them, driving Rachel to the brink of madness with desire.

But Y/N wasn't finished yet. With a sudden burst of strength, she lifted Rachel effortlessly, throwing her onto the bed with her ass in the air, a silent command for Rachel to surrender herself completely to Y/N's dominance.

Rachel obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation as she waited for Y/N to claim her once more.

As Y/N's fingers explored the depths of Rachel's desire, Rachel gasped in pleasure, her body arching instinctively towards Y/N's touch. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, leaving her trembling with need.

"Y-Y/N," Rachel moaned, her voice a breathless whimper as she surrendered herself completely to Y/N's dominance. "Oh, god... more..."

Y/N's eyes glinted with mischief as she pushed Rachel's back down, pressing her into the mattress with a force that left Rachel breathless. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against Rachel's ear as she whispered words of praise and degradation, driving Rachel to the brink of madness with desire.

"You like that, princess?" Y/N growled, her voice low and husky with desire. "You like it when I take control, when I make you scream for more?"

Rachel nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Y/N," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she surrendered herself completely to Y/N's dominance. "Please... don't stop..."

But Y/N had no intention of stopping. With a sudden burst of intensity, she plunged deeper into Rachel's depths, eliciting a scream of pleasure that echoed throughout the room.

Rachel's screams only spurred Y/N on, driving her to push Rachel further than she had ever gone before. With each thrust, she praised and degraded Rachel in equal measure, fueling the fire between them with a passion that knew no bounds.

As Y/N continued to ravish Rachel with a fierce intensity, she couldn't help but revel in the sight of Rachel's petite figure being completely consumed by their passion. With each thrust, Rachel's body contorted with pleasure, her petite frame surrendering to Y/N's dominance in the most intoxicating way.

"You're so beautiful like this, Rachel," Y/N murmured, her voice thick with desire as she watched Rachel squirm beneath her. "So small and delicate, yet so eager for me to ruin you."

Rachel's breath hitched at Y/N's words, a flush spreading across her cheeks as she spread her legs wider, inviting Y/N to take her completely. She yearned for more, craving the sweet release only Y/N could provide.

"Please, Y/N," Rachel begged, her voice a desperate plea as she rocked her hips against Y/N's, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "I need... more."

Y/N's lips curved into a wicked grin as she leaned in close, her breath hot against Rachel's ear. "You want more, princess?" she growled, her voice sending shivers down Rachel's spine. "You want me to ruin you completely?"

Rachel nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Y/N," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she surrendered herself completely to Y/N's dominance. "Please... I need it."

With a feral hunger burning in her eyes, Y/N wasted no time in granting Rachel's request. With each thrust, she praised Rachel's submission, her words a symphony of pleasure that drove Rachel to the brink of madness.

As Rachel reached the peak of ecstasy, her body convulsed with pleasure, waves of bliss washing over her in a tidal wave of sensation. She cried out Y/N's name, her voice a breathless symphony of pleasure as she surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy that consumed her.

But Y/N wasn't finished yet. With a feral hunger burning in her eyes, she continued to thrust into Rachel, her pace relentless and unforgiving. "I'm not done with you yet, princess," Y/N growled, her voice low and husky with desire.

With a sudden burst of intensity, Y/N pushed Rachel's face into the pillow, muffling her cries of pleasure as she drove her deeper into the realm of ecstasy. Rachel's moans grew louder, her body trembling with need as she surrendered herself completely to Y/N's dominance.

But Y/N wasn't content to let Rachel simply lay there. With a swift movement, she flipped Rachel onto her back, her eyes devouring Rachel's petite frame with a hunger that left Rachel breathless. As Rachel arched her back in pleasure, Y/N's hands worshipped every inch of her, tracing the curves of her body with reverence.

"You're so beautiful, Rachel," Y/N murmured, her voice thick with desire as she trailed kisses along Rachel's skin. "So small and delicate, yet so incredibly powerful."

Rachel's heart swelled with love as she gazed up at Y/N, her eyes filled with adoration. She loved how Y/N could be both dominant and sweet, how she could push her to the brink of madness with desire and yet still make her feel cherished and adored.

With a wicked grin, Y/N leaned in close, her breath hot against Rachel's skin. "Are you ready for more, princess?" she whispered, her voice sending shivers down Rachel's spine.

Rachel nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Y/N," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she surrendered herself completely to Y/N's touch. "I'm ready for anything you want to give me."

With that, Y/N lowered her head between Rachel's legs, her tongue tracing slow circles along her most intimate places. Rachel cried out in pleasure, her body trembling with need as she surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy that consumed her.

As Rachel reached the pinnacle of pleasure, her body trembled with overwhelming sensation, her senses flooded with ecstasy. But as the intensity peaked, so did Rachel's sensitivity, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

"Y/N, I-I can't take it anymore," Rachel gasped, her voice a desperate plea as she squirmed beneath Y/N's touch. "I'm too sensitive, please..."

Y/N's eyes softened with understanding as she realized Rachel's distress. With gentle hands, she eased off, her touch becoming feather-light as she soothed Rachel's overstimulated senses.

"It's okay, love," Y/N whispered, her voice a gentle murmur as she pulled Rachel into her arms, holding her close. "I've got you."

Rachel melted into Y/N's embrace, her body relaxing against the warmth of Y/N's tall frame. She buried her face in Y/N's chest, seeking solace in the safety of her arms.

Y/N held Rachel tenderly, her touch a comforting balm against the storm of sensation that raged within Rachel's body. She whispered words of reassurance and love, her voice a soothing melody that washed over Rachel like a gentle wave.

In that moment, as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion, Rachel and Y/N found solace in each other's arms. Despite their differences in height, they fit together perfectly, each finding a sense of belonging in the other's embrace.

Y/N pressed a tender kiss to the top of Rachel's head, her heart swelling with love as she gazed down at the small figure snuggled in her arms. She couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly Rachel fit against her, how her petite frame seemed to mold to Y/N's every curve.

"I love you, Rachel," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with adoration as she held her girlfriend close. "I love every inch of you, just the way you are."

Rachel smiled up at Y/N, her heart overflowing with love. "I love you too, Y/N," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper. "Thank you for always being there for me."

And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, Rachel and Y/N knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with, a bond that would withstand any challenge that came their way.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from a fitful sleep, her brow furrowed with the remnants of a nightmare that lingered in the recesses of her mind. She blinked groggily, trying to shake off the remnants of the unsettling dream.

Beside her, Rachel lay curled up, still lost in the embrace of sleep. Y/N's heart swelled with affection as she gazed at her peacefully slumbering girlfriend, her worries momentarily forgotten in the warmth of their shared bed.

But as Y/N tried to push the lingering shadows of her nightmare from her mind, a sudden movement caught her eye. Rachel, sensing Y/N's restlessness, had stirred awake, blinking blearily as she stretched her arms above her head.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Rachel mumbled, her voice thick with sleep as she yawned and stretched.

Y/N managed a weak smile, trying to push aside the lingering unease that clung to her thoughts. "Morning, Rach," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion.

But Rachel, still half-asleep and oblivious to Y/N's distress, had other plans. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she clambered on top of Y/N, wrapping her arms around her in a koala-like embrace.

"What are you doing, Rach?" Y/N chuckled, taken aback by Rachel's sudden display of affection.

Rachel grinned sleepily, nuzzling into Y/N's neck. "Just giving my tall girl some morning cuddles," she teased, her voice muffled against Y/N's skin.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Rachel's antics, her worries momentarily forgotten in the warmth of their shared moment. But as Rachel nestled closer, her playful teasing took an unexpected turn.

"Hey, watch it, short stuff," Y/N teased, poking fun at Rachel's height with a playful smirk.

Rachel's eyes flashed with mock indignation as she playfully swatted at Y/N. "Hey, I'll have you know that being vertically challenged has its advantages," she retorted, her voice tinged with laughter.

But as Rachel's hand connected with Y/N's arm, the playful banter took a sudden turn. Y/N's laughter faded, replaced by a pained expression as she recoiled from Rachel's touch, her eyes clouded with distress.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Rachel asked, concern evident in her voice as she reached out to touch Y/N's arm.

Y/N flinched at Rachel's touch, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to compose herself. "I-I'm fine, Rach," she murmured, her voice unsteady as she tried to push aside the memories of her nightmare.

But Rachel wasn't convinced. Sensing Y/N's distress, she reached out to pull Y/N into a comforting embrace, her heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend's turmoil.

"Tell me what's wrong, Y/N," Rachel whispered, her voice filled with concern as she held Y/N close.

And as Y/N buried her face in Rachel's embrace, the weight of her nightmares lifted, replaced by the warmth of Rachel's love.

As Rachel sat up on Y/N's chest, concern etched on her features, she gently brushed Y/N's hair away from her face. "What's wrong, love? You seemed really shaken up."

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes still haunted by the remnants of her nightmare. "I had a nightmare," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It felt so real... I thought I was back there, alone and scared."

Rachel's heart clenched at the vulnerability in Y/N's voice. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around her tall girlfriend in a tight bear hug, offering comfort and solace in the warmth of their shared embrace.

"I'm here, Y/N," Rachel whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're not alone anymore. I'll always be here to chase away the nightmares."

Feeling Rachel's comforting embrace, Y/N's tense muscles began to relax, the lingering fear slowly dissipating into the morning light. She leaned into Rachel's embrace, finding solace in the safety of her arms.

Rachel glanced at the clock on the bedside table, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What time is it?" she asked, realizing that they had slept in later than usual.

Y/N glanced at the clock as well, a small smile tugging at her lips. "It's late," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "But we can sleep in as long as you want."

Rachel grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Sounds like a plan," she declared, reaching over to pull the blankets up over them both. "But I'm going to sleep on top of you, just like a koala."

Y/N chuckled, the tension of her nightmare melting away in the warmth of Rachel's playful spirit. "As long as you don't crush me," she teased, her eyes dancing with affection.

With a contented sigh, Rachel settled into the crook of Y/N's arm, her head resting against Y/N's chest. She wrapped her arms around Y/N in a snug embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

As Rachel drifted off to sleep in the safety of Y/N's arms, Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling the weight of her nightmares lift in the warmth of Rachel's love. In that moment, they knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always find solace in each other's embrace, their love a sanctuary in a world filled with uncertainty.

Hiii ☺️ If this one’s too bold or specific ask you can just ignore it so don’t worry too much!

I’d like to know if you’d do a Rachel x fem! Reader smut where the reader is a really y’know big tall strong lady — I’m a size difference lover and I know Rachel is teensy tiny!

Preferably with dom reader and sub Rachel if that’s okay too ^v^

Hey!! Yes i will see what i can do! Gimme some time tho😉