#regina geoge story

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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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https://youtu.be/g8I5KQKMaGQ

This 5 min segment with Tom Welling tells a lot about the kind of pressure he was as a lead.

Also is curious how he mentiones that the main character doesn't get as many lines because the story revolves around them.

And the studio really had him drive to work every day 😧

I remember Tom talked about the pressure of being a lead in earlier IOY interviews and how stressed out and unhappy he was and end up isolating himself.

When Rachel McAdams lost the lead role in Mean Girls to Lindsay Loham, she consoled herself that Regina Geoge has more lines than Cady. Tom Hanks won an Oscar for a role he barely spoke in the first half of Philadelphia. Writers usually don't want protagonists talking too much or else it may make them too predictable/uninteresting and take the mystery out of the story.

Yeah, it boggles my mind that WB made their lead actors drive themselves. SPN pilot being filmed in LA may have required that J2 have drivers, which was grandfathered in when they were relocated to Vancouver.

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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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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.

[simpforfandom231]

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]

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.