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sammrapp · 27 days ago

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R.GEORGE

THE CRUSH

After a year of balancing my two friendships with the Plastics (Regina, Gretchen, Karen and Cady.) And the art freaks, (Janis and Damien) along with my crush about Regina that only Janice, Damien and cady know about; i get a call from Regina one night, her voice sharp and low as she insists I stay over the night at her place. After packing a bag she picks me up in her pink jeep from my place.

The engine hums low as Regina drives, her nails tapping the steering wheel like a ticking clock. The pink Jeep glows under streetlights, cutting through the night like a secret. She hasn’t said much since I climbed in, only offered a quick “seatbelt” and the barest glance in my direction. Her sunglasses are on.. in the darkening evening. That’s how I know something’s wrong.

I study her profile in the half-dark—sharp jaw with that unreadable expression she wears like armor. I want to ask if she’s okay. I want to ask a hundred things. But I know better. Regina George doesn’t do vulnerable, not unless the dam’s already cracked.

The drive to her house feels longer than usual, like the silence is stretching out just to mess with me.

When we pull into her driveway, she doesn’t wait for me to follow. Just strides to the door and unlocks it with the kind of practiced motion that says she’s done this a million times—only this time, she waits for me before stepping inside. That’s not normal.

The house is quiet. Too quiet. Her mom’s usually blasting some early-2000s throwback and offering us mocktails in martini glasses. Tonight? Nothing.

Regina drops her keys on the counter, turns to me, and says, flatly, “You’re staying in my room. No guest room crap.”

I nod, unsure if this is a punishment or a privilege.

Inside her room, it’s like stepping into a dream I’ve had too many times. Pink lighting, perfume still lingering in the air, her mirror cluttered with high-end chaos. She drops onto the bed, still in her boots, and stares at the ceiling like it personally offended her.

“I broke up with Aaron,” she says suddenly.

My breath catches. Before i quick add to cover it up, “What happened?”

She shrugs, but her voice wavers. “He said I was too much. Too intense. That I didn’t let him in.”

A pause. Then she speaks again, “Maybe he’s right.”

I sit beside her slowly, careful not to move too close. “Regina, you scare the hell out of people. That’s your thing. But... that doesn’t mean you’re not worth letting in.”

She turns to look at me then. Really look at me. Her eyes scan my face like they’re searching for something—cracks in the façade, maybe. But I’ve never hidden from her. Despite keeping my crush for her a secret, I never hid my sincerity.

“Everyone wants something from me,” she says, voice lower now, more real. “But you—you’re the only one who’s never tried to beat me or worship me.”

I swallow, heart pounding as i wonder if ive been caught. “That’s because I—”

She cuts me off, eyes narrowing. “Don’t. Not yet.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her, feeling both shocked and confused as I slowly speak out, "What do you mean?"

Regina’s gaze doesn’t leave mine, even as the room feels suddenly too quiet again, like the air is bracing for something. Her voice is softer now, more hesitant than I’ve ever heard it.

“I mean,” she begins, and then swallows hard. “I mean that I don’t know what to do with you.”

That stings—just enough for me to flinch, but I try to keep my face neutral.

She sees it. She knows.

“No—I didn’t mean it like that,” she says quickly, sitting up a little straighter, her voice urgent now. “I mean, you make me feel... different. Not weak, just... like I don’t have to play defense all the time. You see through all my crap, and you don’t run. And that scares the hell out of me, but it also—”

BRRRRZZZ. BRRRRZZZ.

Her phone buzzes violently on the nightstand. Regina closes her eyes, jaw tight.

The name AARON flashes on the screen.

She reaches over, pressing the decline button and just breathes out a sharp sigh and keeps talking.

“It also makes me think there’s something I’ve been ignoring—something I’ve been too scared to say. And maybe it’s too late or maybe it’ll ruin everything, but I—”

BRRRRZZZ. BRRRRZZZ.

She grabs the phone this time, thumbs hovering like she might throw it across the room. She answers it instead, her voice a low growl.

“What?”

I can only hear muffled yelling on the other end. Aaron. His voice sharp, demanding.

“No,” she snaps. “You don’t get to call me ten times in a row and pretend you care now. You said what you said. You broke it. You don’t get to show up at the end of the movie like some romantic hero trying to rewrite the script.”

Another muffled yell. She stands now, pacing.

“I told you I was done. I’m not doing this tonight. Or ever again. Go wallow in your mediocrity somewhere else.”

She hangs up mid-sentence and stares at the screen like it personally offended her. When it lights up with another incoming call—AARON again—she finally loses it.

“Jesus Christ!” she mutters, hits decline, and powers the whole thing off. The silence that follows is immediate and full.

She turns back to me slowly, and the flash of rage is gone, replaced with something quieter. Tired, raw.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice cracking ever so slightly. “I didn’t want tonight to be about him. He always makes everything about him.”

She walks back over and sits beside me again, this time closer. Our knees almost touch. Her voice drops low, like if she says it too loud, it might vanish.

“I was trying to say... I think I like you. And not the way I liked Aaron. Not convenient-like or show-off-like. I mean the kind where you’re stuck in my head all the time. The kind where I catch myself looking for you in every room. And when I saw you texting Janis the other day, I got jealous, which is pathetic, I know, but I did.”

I can barely breathe.

“And when I called you tonight, I didn’t know how to ask. I just knew I needed you here. Not Karen. Not Gretchen. Not Cady. You.”

Her eyes flicker down, like she’s afraid of what she’s just let slip.

“Say something,” she murmurs, barely above a whisper.

I can feel the moment teetering—like it could collapse or bloom, depending on the next word.

The air between us is alive yet tense, humming with something too big for words. I look at her, really look at her, and it’s like my heart’s trying to break out of my ribs. And im terrified she can hear it too.

Her eyes won’t quite meet mine now, like saying all of that stripped her bare, and she’s suddenly unsure if she should’ve handed me the pieces.

Slowly, I reach for her hand where it rests between us, interlockingour fingers together gently. I don’t grab it roughly, I don’t force anything.

“I’m glad you called me,” I say softly. “Even if you didn’t know why yet.”

She glances up, cautious. But she doesn’t pull away.

“I’ve had this stupid, hopeless crush on you for almost a year,” I admit, heart pounding. “Janis told me it was dangerous. Damien told me to write it out of my system. Cady just said... be careful.”

A breathless laugh slips from her, sharp and small. “Sounds about right.”

“But none of them really got it. Because it was never about you being Regina George, Queen Bee, legend, the one everyone is scared of. It was about... you. The real you.”

Her eyes snap to mine now, really locking in.

“The girl who steals my fries when she says she’s not hungry. The girl who pretends she’s not listening but always remembers the tiniest thing I say. The girl who drove across town in the middle of the night just because she didn’t want to be alone.”

She stares at me like she’s bracing for impact. Like she doesn’t know what happens now.

I move my hand, just a little. Giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Her breath hitches.

“You don’t scare me, Regina.”

And then, finally, she moves—turns her palm so it fits into mine, fingers threading like they’ve been waiting to find their match.

For a second, neither of us says anything. There’s just her lamp casting everything in rose-gold glow, and the sound of our breathing, shallow and syncopated.

“God,” she says quietly, “this is terrifying.”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “But not in a bad way.”

Regina leans in just a bit, slow and unsure. Her forehead brushes mine, her breath soft against my skin.

“I don’t want to screw this up,” she murmurs. “I’ve never done this... honestly. Not with anyone.”

I close my eyes, leaning into the space between us.

“Then don’t,” I whisper. “We don’t have to rush. We just... start here.”

A loud thump in my chest.

And then she kisses me—not dramatically, not possessively, but slow, like she’s tasting something she’s only ever imagined before. Like she’s trying to memorize it.

When we finally break apart, her eyes are glassy but steady.

“I’m turning my phone off every time I’m with you,” she says, voice low.

Regina doesn’t move away after the kiss. She stays close, her forehead resting against mine, our breaths syncing like we’ve somehow tuned into the same frequency. Her hand is still in mine, but her thumb starts brushing slowly across the back of it—like she needs that small motion to keep her grounded. To keep this real.

“I’ve wanted to do that,” she whispers, her voice low, almost fragile. “Since—God, I don’t even know when. That night at the bonfire, when you gave me your hoodie... I think that was it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.”

I laugh softly. “You kept it for two weeks.”

“You smelled like lavender and anxiety,” she smirks. “It was weirdly comforting.”

She leans in again—not rushed, not hungry, just... closer. Her nose brushes mine as her other hand comes up, fingertips ghosting over my jaw, my cheekbone. She studies me like I’m a secret she’s finally allowed to learn.

When she kisses me again, it’s deeper. Slower. Like she’s letting herself fall, inch by inch, testing the water before jumping in. Her lips move against mine with an unspoken question in every tilt and pause. I answer with the way I touch her arm, the way my fingers gently slide up to tangle in the ends of her hair.

The kiss softens again before it ends—trails off slowly. She pulls back just slightly, enough to look at me.

Her voice is barely above a whisper. “Can you stay close tonight? I mean—actually close.”

My heart swells.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” I murmur.

She exhales in relief, and then shifts, pulling the covers back. We both crawl in, limbs careful and quiet. Her bed smells like expensive fabric softener and that perfume she always wears—vanilla, sharp florals, something uniquely her.

Regina lies on her side, facing me, her eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. No walls, no games.

I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face.

“You can sleep,” I tell her gently.

“I don’t want to yet,” she whispers. “Not when you’re finally here like this.”

She edges closer, her hand resting lightly against my chest. Our legs tangle under the sheets. For a long time, we just lie like that—quiet, warm, touching in all the ways that say I’m here, I see you, I’m not going anywhere.

And eventually, with her body pressed into mine, her breath steady and safe against my collarbone, Regina George—sharp-tongued, impossible, infamously untouchable—falls asleep wrapped in the quiet safety of me.

And I hold her like she’s the most precious secret I’ve ever been trusted with.

PART TWO HERE

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thatfandomslut · 1 year ago

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Kiss A Friend

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT, MDNI. Regina fingering reader, Reader going down on Regina. Other Trigger Warnings include... secret relationships & getting caught. The fic definitely begins on the smut.

Request:

Hellloo! Please can I request Regina x reader are secret gf’s, neither are out yet until someone catches them together?

Mean Girls requests are open.

Discord | Roleplay

Regina pulled (Y/n) into a heated kiss as her hand slipped into her skirt. It had been like this for months. The two were the most popular girls in school, along with their friends Karen and Gretchen. However, nobody could expect that the power tension between them from their power dynamic wasn't due to a power struggle. It was sexual tension that was often relieved in the janitor's closet while they participated in quickies or heated make-out sessions. Neither of them was out yet, so times like these, hidden behind the janitor's doors were sacred to them.

(Y/n) moaned out Regina's name as her hand found their way into her hair. Her lips were beginning to swell at how hard Regina was kissing her, and she forgot how to breathe for a moment. She could cum for Regina right then and there in that closet with Regina's hands in her pants, rubbing her clit. Regina always knew how to make her orgasm fast, it was a skill that Regina had honed confidentially. As she helped (Y/n) reach her orgasm, her lips silenced the moans pouring off of (Y/n)'s lips. "Cum for me," she whispered before returning to kissing her deeply. The action caused (Y/n) to moan into Regina's mouth as she came easily onto her fingers.

(Y/n) caught her breath as Regina licked her fingers clean from (Y/n). Moving to her knees, (Y/n) hiked up Regina's mini-skirt and pulled down the girl's panties for access. Regina allowed this as her fingers tangled in (Y/n)'s hair. (Y/n) chose not to comment on how wet Regina was for her as she attached her lips to the blonde's clit, sucking on it in a way that made Regina's knees want to buckle. (Y/n) held onto Regina's thighs as she began to eat Regina ate as if she was her last meal on death row. Regina was living for it and her head fell back and her eyes fluttered close.

A moan left Regina's lips before she bit them to quiet herself down. She found herself already growing closer as (Y/n)'s tongue hit right where it needed to. As she grew closer to her orgasm, she had to force herself to stay standing as her legs shook. (Y/n) knew this was a tale-tell sign that Regina was close, so she sped up in the way Regina enjoyed. Moments later, Regina hit her climax, and (Y/n) used her tongue to clean her up with ease. As she rode out her high, Regina's grip on (Y/n)'s hair remained tight until she relaxed her breathing, though her heartbeat was still racing in her chest.

(Y/n) fixed Regina back up, readjusting Regina's skirt for her. Their lips connected again as their tastes mingled together on each other's lips and their teeth clashed due to how passionate their kisses were. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the door open. Instead, they only heard a gasp and they pulled apart quickly in surprise. Standing there with her jaw slacked was Cady with Janis right behind her with a giant smirk. Regina quickly pushed Cady out of the room before closing the door with a curse. (Y/n) looked over to Regina with her brows furrowed, waiting to see what the blonde had to say.

"It's okay, they're not going to tell anyone," Regina spoke softly, knowing that they wouldn't. Cady was very kind, and Janis would never swing so low to hurt anyone. (Y/n) nodded a bit, running her hands through her tangled hair. She didn't know how to respond at the moment, her head still foggy from her orgasm but running a million miles an hour as she processed the fact that Cady and Janis had caught them.

Swallowing thickly, (Y/n) stood up straight. "If they tell people we were making out, I'll take the fall. I'll say that it wasn't you, but it was a girl. Me coming out will take the pressure off of you. I don't want you to feel like you have to come out just because they know." (Y/n) said, looking over to Regina. She knew Regina always struggled with telling people. They had been in a relationship for six months now, and the only people who knew were the two of them and (Y/n)'s dog (and now Cady and Janis). It kept things simple, and Regina liked simple, even if keeping their secret was complicated.

"I wouldn't ask you to do that," Regina had a new form of confidence forming in her chest. She fixed her hair and then moved to (Y/n), using her thumb to take off the smeared lipstick. (Y/n) knew the drill and did the same for (Y/n). "Can I ask you something? Are you ready to be out?"

(Y/n) nodded sheepishly in response. She had been ready, but she was patient. She didn't want to pressure Regina in any way. Nor did she want to make her feel like she had to come out. "If you're ready, I am, too. And, I wouldn't mind us two coming out together." Regina suggested with a soft smile as she held out her hand. (Y/n) smiled back as she took Regina's offer and the two left the closet together, fingers intertwined. And, automatically, everyone took note of the interaction.

Regina George and (Y/n) (L/n) were the school's new 'it' couple, and that was quickly established as they walked through the halls. Many people were jumping at the opportunity to get pictures or videos. Regina smiled over at (Y/n), who did the same as they made their way through the crowd unbothered. There was a new air around the two that screamed confidence on a higher level than before. Regina was proud to say that she came out with her girlfriend, and she felt relieved to not have to hide it. It was hard with Gretchen's need-to-know personality and the fact that Karen almost caught them several times.

But now, the two girls could officially say that they were free from the pressures of coming out, and they were now conquering the school together.

#mean girls x reader #mean girls #regina george x reader #regina george #regina george smut

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 8 months ago

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Poly!plastics x Drummer!Reader

So Readers is a drummer part of a small band who all go to different schools than the rest of her band, Reader usually keeps to herself but somehow got involved with the plastics, and now she's dating them!? (W rizz fr….😭) she low-key acts/looks like Trent from Daria, piercings, tats, mostly likely smokes, chills 24/7, scary ass looking mf (according to the student body) but the plastics just find her adorable in all honesty

Save the Moment

|| poly!plastics x drummer!fem!reader

|| Warnings; people dont interact with reader (besides the plastics of course), reader & Regina share a cigarette, underage smoking

|| Summary; when reader joins plastics for lunch, Regina discovers her secret tiktok account.

Requests closed!

Started; November 11th

Finished; November 11th

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How it happened, you weren't sure. The plastics just kind of approached you one day and went "you're ours now" and you've been theirs since. Not that you had any problem with that. Three hot girlfriends? You'd be crazy to be upset about it. Considering most people find you intimidating, it honestly surprised you when it first happened. But then again, the plastics hardly feared anyone. They're the plastics, after all.

So now you found yourself sitting with them during lunch. As opposed to on your own. It wasn't like you didn't have any friends before them. You actually had an entire band. But all your band mates went to different schools. It's actually impressive you all managed to find each other to begin with.

You were the drummer and you often did little things that made it pretty obvious. Like at the moment, you were tapping your fork and knife against the table to a beat of a song in your head. Eyes closed and just enjoying the vibe; completely tuned out to everything else around you. Only stopping when you felt a hand on your shoulder, opening your eyes to see Gretchen looking at you.

"That's actually like so impressive. Can you make a beat with anything?" Gretchen asked, eyeing you with curiosity and love in her eyes. Her hand resting under her chin, elbow against the table.

"Uh... yeah. Just need something that I can hit with." You shrugged, it seemed pretty normal to you. Nothing overly impressive. Unlike what Gretchen seemed to think. Even Karen had gotten distracted by your little beat, her full attention on you and your hands. As for Regina, she was on her phone. Not really interested.

Though the blonde's eyes widened when she came across a video of you on tiktok. With your band and over a million views. You didn't say anything about being tiktok viral. "Are you kidding?" Regina suddenly looked up at you, eyes fixed on yours. You turned from Gretchen to look at her, confusion quickly taking over your expression.

"Huh?"

"Were you ever gonna mention being tiktok famous?" Regina showed her phone to you, raising an eyebrow in a kind of 'well?' gesture. You shrugged again.

"Didn't really think about it much." It's true, you kind of just post occasional videos and then close the app. You knew of your success on there, but didn't interact much with it. With school, it could only ever be a hobby right now anyways. You weren't about to give yourself false hope on a career. Regina scoffed at your response and checked out your profile. Finding more than just the one viral video there.

She's surprised more people didn't talk to you with the influencer status you had. Then again, your piercings, tattoos and unapproachable vibe made it pretty hard for people to talk to you. Not that you were scary by any means, you were actually pretty damn chill. But the student body liked to paint their own images of people and judge books by their covers.

You didn't really mind, being pretty used to the lone wolf lifestyle. Until your girlfriends came along and changed up that plan.

The rest of the day was pretty boring, classes being their usual snooze fest. You waited outside in a mostly secluded spot, cigarette in hand between your fingers. Taking your light to it before putting it to your lips. One puff. Two. Just what you needed after a school day. The plastics knew your spot, so it didn't take them long to find you up against the wall. Smoking your cigarette with half lidded eyes. You grinned when you saw them.

"Give." Regina held a hand out to you, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Vapes were more her style, but she didn't mind the occasional smoke sesh with you. You smirked and handed it to her, placing it between her fingers for her before blowing the smoke in her face. She huffed and rolled her eyes, but took a puff and sighed. Smoke falling from her lips. Regina couldn't agree more with you, a smoke is perfect after a long school day.

Gretchen and Karen shared a nervous look, clearly both being worried about being caught. The longer you and Regina took, the higher the chances of it were. Gretchen spoke up," c'mon, let's go to the jeep before someone sees."

"Ugh, fine." Regina grumbled, handing the smoke back to you. You put it out against the school wall. Then held onto it as you all walked away to Regina's jeep. When you passed a public trash can, you tossed it in there.

You were a lot of things, but a litterer wasn't one. Karen couldn't help but smile when she noticed. She thought it was kind of cute, how you took the time to take care of things that most people wouldn't even think twice about. She liked that about you. And it earned you a kiss on the cheek from her.

Your arm wrapped around Karen's waist, pulling her in close to your side almost protectively. She giggled at the gesture and smiled more. Yeah, she loved you. Gretchen looked back at the two of you and smiled softly at the sight. The way your head rested against Karen's as you guys walked together.. it was adorable. Gretchen just had to take a picture to save the moment.

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lucysarah1875 · 3 months ago

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I think one of my favourite parallels in Mounting Spring is the two “tea times” the MC takes part in.

The Trost girls.

Her friends.

For me, each was meant to show two sides of the same coin: Her lack of belonging. Her in-between social status.

Leaving aside whether she’s been claimed or not, both scenes were meant to showcase the deep feelings of abandonment and confusion she was experiencing.

On one side, the “common” girls have professions. They might not be scholars, but they have full-time jobs. Yes, they wake up early and—despite their best efforts—their hands are stained with ink from long hours of work. The cuffs of their dresses are worn and dirty. They work, but they can’t afford new clothes. And even though they still need a chaperone to go out, they enjoy a level of economic freedom the MC never even aspired to. The MC doesn’t work, has never worked, and her education likely never aimed to prepare her for a job at all.

The idea that women “didn’t work” is a myth. For generations, women did work—especially lower-class and middle-class single women. It’s true that many stopped working after marriage, but plenty of low-class women worked in factories throughout the 19th century. Even children did. Some middle-class women took on side hustles—like sewing or tailoring from home. Both of my grandmothers worked before getting married.

Sophia, Gretchen, and Lina are kind, “common” girls. Nobody is trying to force them into marriage, because neither their families nor their partners’ families have anything to gain from such a union. In their world, marriage is either for love or because the girl got pregnant and the man is doing “the honourable thing.” They can't even fathom the idea of the MC marrying Levi for any reason other than love, especially since she’s clearly not pregnant. That’s why what rubbed them the wrong way wasn’t the cheap ring—it was the fact that she didn’t seem to know Levi at all.

Yes, Levi is Humanity’s Strongest, probably a good catch in many ways—but he’s not rich. The girls can’t imagine him marrying for convenience. The MC’s empty, endless days of leisure are a “blessing” to these girls, who probably work ten-hour shifts and still have house chores to do.

For the MC, the civilians’ constant reminders that “they must be very in love” only highlight how much she’s pretending. She’s not only putting on an act—she’s utterly lost. She has no idea who Levi really is. She doesn’t know his past, his hobbies, not even his military career. In her family’s eyes, Levi is a subversive jerk who toppled the monarchy. Where others see calmness and rest, she feels madness. She’s spiraling from having nothing to do.

At first, she pushes her food around on the plate, trying not to eat too much—blending in, playing with it to soothe her anxiety. But later, when there’s nowhere left to run, she starts stuffing her mouth just to stop herself from saying the truth out loud.

She’s a fancy doll Levi acquired—one who doesn’t know anything except how to wait for his return.

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With her real friends, the situation is the complete opposite—and yet, somehow, it’s still the same. She’s “invited,” but not part of the conversation. Love and knowing your partner? Not relevant anymore. Now, it’s about status, money, and children. In the first group, she lacked love. In this one, she lacks everything else.

Her friends don’t have stained cuffs or tired hands or long shifts, but they do have households to run, children to raise, and charity events to plan. The MC, once again, has none of that. The ring now matters—the simplicity is no longer charming, and the pressure to “show off” has arrived. She hasn’t been properly claimed, doesn’t have a house or a household staff, and certainly doesn’t have a child on the way. She doesn’t wear elegant dresses or style her hair like a grown woman would. She may be married, but society doesn’t see her as a woman.

They’re all younger—except for one. The Trost girls were all older. One group is already expecting their first or even second child; the second still has “time.”

One group has just one job: behave well enough that their fun doesn’t reach the wrong ears. Who cares if they had a boyfriend or two? A bit too much fun at a party? So what? There are worse things a girl can do.

The other group is handed into marriage before they even get the chance to mess around. But their lives are already sorted. Financial issues won’t be a concern. If they get tired, a nanny will raise their children.

MC can’t afford nice dresses anymore, can’t have a house downtown, can’t employ her own staff or reserve a spot for her future child at some fancy boarding school. She no longer belongs. Her friends’ ideas have shifted with adulthood and the privileges it brings. The revolution the Scouts sparked disrupted the status quo—and like all disruptions, there’s a reaction. Her friends will lean more conservative, desperately clinging to their place in society.

The MC is now an outcast. She never realized how cruel her surroundings truly were—until she no longer fit the mold.

In one group, she’s no longer welcome. In the other, she’s welcome… but doesn’t belong.

Funny enough, to one group, she’s not proud enough of her husband. To the other, she’s married to scum—and should be ashamed.

#mounting spring #levi x reader

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mimasroom2 · 1 year ago

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“But you’re like…. real pretty.” A Mean Girls Ellie au

Mean girls Ellie au but it’s only up until the burn book scene bc I do not wanna be writing the whole ass thing😭 Janice & Damian don’t exist in this au shhh we don’t need them.. we’re focused on Ellie. Also! Don’t worry ab the ages of characters plz LMAO just pretend they’re all in high school unless said otherwise. This took me a long time to write 2 be accurate 2 the movie so pleaseeeee show it some love ! Literally just mean girls but then I take my own route & they fuck😇

C/w: Regina!Ellie & Cady!reader have secret sexy time but that’s later 😋. Ppl are judgmental but it’s mean girls what did you expect. Uhh Ellie curses a lot ig. Strictly lesbian reader. Allusion 2 reader masturbating to Ellie but no details. David is their classmate (still a pedophile) & Ellie breaks his finger😘! Ellie is VERY morally grey. SLOWWWW BURNNNN.

You as Cady

Ellie as Regina

Dina as Gretchen

Jesse as Karen

W/c: 5k

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“Here’s your lunch. I put a dollar in there so that you can get yourself some milk. Ask someone where to do that, okay?”

“Dad, I’m fine. I can find milk by myself.” You roll your eyes playfully at him.

Today was your first day of high school. Well, actually public school in general. You had been living with your parents in Africa until you moved to the US, and that meant no more homeschooling for you.

You wave goodbye to your parents as they drop you off. “Yeah, I’m not worried. High school is gonna be a fucking breeze.” You think to yourself, turning around to walk into the school and you almost run face first into a bus. You look back at your parents and you swear to god your mom almost had a heart attack.

Great start.

“Thank fucking god.” You sighed to yourself. Finally the first few classes were done, and you could eat. You thought it was weird you had to eat on a schedule now, you could practically have lunch whenever you felt like it back in Africa, just like the grazing animals.

You can finally relax, kick up your feet, enjoy some nice quiet you time and-

“Holyyyy shitttttt.” You slowly take your headphones off as you walk into the roaring cafeteria. This is seriously where they expect you to eat? Sounded more like 100 dying elephants to you. You scoff and slowly start walking around, watching all the people at each different table converse with one another. There’s so many different cliques, and it seems like they just get worse as you go deeper into the cafeteria.

You stop in the very center of the cafeteria. You’re in front of a table with three people sitting side by side, not across from each other. There’s an Asian guy counting on his fingers, a girl with her hair in a bun and a really pretty smile, and a girl in the middle. She has her hair in a sort of half up half down style, freckles all over her face, and the cutest fucking nose you’ve ever seen. She looks up at you from her seat in between them, and you two make eye contact. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest. You’re completely mesmerized by her, but unfortunately the beautiful stranger keeps you from looking where you’re walking, and you run right into a guy carrying a lunch tray.

“What the shit-“ he starts, but then looks up at you. “Oh damn. Never seen you before. The names David.” He reaches his hand out to shake yours, and you catch him looking down your low cut shirt. He makes eye contact with you again and smirks, “How bout you pay me back for my lunch that’s now on the ground. Come with me to the tech booth after school.”

Suddenly you hear a voice coming from behind you, “Ew. Fuck off, David. No one wants to hit that.”

You turn around and it’s the girl you had locked eyes with before. You manage to say “Uh, hit what?” worried you’d somehow manage to get into a fight on your first day of school.

“You fuck off, Ellie. I’m just bein’ friendly. Plus, I bet she’d wanna hit. You see the way she’s lookin’ at me?”

You look between the two of them, still trying to figure out what they want you to smack. “Sorry, hit what exactly?”

The girl named Ellie looks you up and down, slowly. You gulp. “Do yah wanna have sex with him? Yes or no.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head ‘no’ vigorously, earning yourself a laugh from the cute brunette defending you.

“Kay, it’s settled. No one wants to sleep with you. Move along, David. Can’t believe you’re in the same grade as us and yet you still somehow manage to be a pedophile.”

He scoffs and walks away. You smile politely at her, and try to wander off to find somewhere to sit. However, you can feel her eyes burning holes into your back, or maybe your ass, and she suddenly calls out to you, “Wait. Sit down. How come I don’t know you?”

You look around, point to yourself and say “Me?” Then mentally slap yourself. Who else could she be talking to?

“Yeah, you. Sit down, babe.” She nods her head at the seat in front of her, the way you’ve seen guys do. You sit down. You’re not going to say no to anyone defending you on your first day of school. And you’re definitely not saying no to the beautiful stranger beckoning you to sit with her.

The other two people at the table don’t smile as you sit down, they just look at Ellie and back at you. Ellie repeats herself, “How come I don’t know a pretty girl like you?”

You’re caught off guard, blinking at her while trying to think of something to say. “Oh, I’m new.” You shift in the uncomfortable plastic seat. “I just moved here from Africa.”

She raises one eyebrow. You notice there’s a scar through it. “Huh?”

“I was homeschooled.”

She grabs the chain she’s wearing around her neck and starts fiddling with it. “Huh?”

Do people not know what that is? You try explaining to her, “My mom taught me at home-“

She interrupts you, putting one hand in the air in a ‘stop’ motion. “No, fuck, I know what homeschooling is, I’m not stupid.” She leans in closer like she’s studying you. “So you’ve.. never been to a real school before?”

You shake your head ‘no’

“Shut the fuck up.” She scoffs and looks between the two people by her side, “Shut the fuck. Up.”

“I didn’t say anything..” You laugh awkwardly.

“Huh. That’s so interesting. But you’re like…. real pretty.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Oh! Uh thank you.” You look down, trying to hide your blush.

“Ahh, so you agree. You think you’re real pretty?” Ellie has this shit eating grin on her face, and for a second you think she’s no better than the guy who was hitting on you.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know-“

“Wow!” Ellie’s eyes suddenly light up. “Love the bracelet you have. Where’d you get it?” She grabs your arm without permission and looks at your wrist. She rests her chin in her palm and looks at you with beautiful twinkling green eyes, waiting for you to reply. Somehow you didn’t notice her tattoo until just now. It’s really nice - ferns and what looks like a moth. Fuck, that’s hot.

“My uh-“ You swear you can’t speak. You’ve never had a stuttering problem and yet here you are tripping over yourself in front of the most enchanting girl you’ve ever seen. “My mom made it for me.”

“Ohmygod it’s just like mine!” The girl to the side of her finally speaks up, then giggles cutely, “That is soooo fetch.”

Ellie suddenly frowns. She turns to her side to face the girl and scoffs. “What the fuck is fetch.”

“It’s like slang! Uhm from Jackson.” She looks down, away from Ellie like she’s ashamed of what she just said.

“So if you’re from Africa….. why are you white??” The one guy of the group suddenly says, staring at you, almost like he’s disgusted.

“Holy fuck, Jesse. You can’t just ask people why they’re white.” The other girl scolds him.

“Let me talk to Dina n Jesse privately for like one second, would yah, dollface?” You swear she actually winks at you.

You gulp, and nod, looking around trying to avoid making any more eye contact with Ellie. She whispers briefly to the girl, who’s Dina, and then to the boy, who’s Jesse.

She turns back to you, “Alright, jus’ to let yah know, we don’t do this very often. So consider this a big deal, alright?” Ellie grins at you. You just nod.

“We’re inviting you to have lunch with us every day for the rest of the week.” Dina chimes in, smiling widely.

You put your hands up, “Oh you don’t have to-“

“Fuck yeah. So I’ll see yah tomorrow.” Ellie interrupts you again. You really should get used to that if you’re going to spend more time with them.

“On Wednesdays we wear pink.” Jesse winks at you and gives you a big thumbs up.

The next day you enter the cafeteria and Ellie immediately flags you over, making a ‘cmere’ motion with two fingers. “There she is.” She grins. She’s wearing a low cut tank top, a little pink cardigan and leather pants. The tank top has writing that says ‘a little bit dramatic.’ You smile to yourself, somehow it makes no sense and fits her perfectly at the same time. You look down at your own clothes, a simple button up pink shirt you borrowed from your mom and jeans. Suddenly you feel way less cool, even though you’re somehow sitting with the most popular kids in school.

This time, you’re sitting next to Jesse, with Ellie and Dina across from you.

“Yknow how many calories are in this? Doesn’t say.” Ellie hands you some sort of bar and you look at the numbers on the wrapper. 48/120.

“Yeah, that should be 40%.” You hand it back to her, but your fingers touch hers accidentally. There’s butterflies in your stomach again, you realize they’re the same ones from yesterday. You thought it was just first day jitters.

She stares at you and keeps her hand there a moment too long, before clearing her throat and saying, “Fuck it. I’m getting cheese fries.” She pulls her hand away and stands up swiftly.

Dina watches her walk away then turns back toward you. “So. Are there any boys you think are cute?”

You try to think of the first girl your mind remembers that’s not Ellie. “Well, there’s this girl in my calculus class-“

“Who is it?” Jesse interrupts you, and Dina’s eyes widen.

You clear your throat, “Her names Cat.”

“No!” They both shout in unison, and it actually makes you jump a little.

Dina actually fans herself as if she’s going to faint. You swear you’ve only seen that in movies. “Ohmygod you can’t like Cat! That’s Ellie’s ex girlfriend.”

“They went out for a year. She gave her the tattoo on her arm.” Jesse chimes in.

You try to hide the confused yet pleased look on your face when you find out Ellie likes girls too.

Dina continues, “Listen, any exes are off limits to friends. That’s just like, the rules… everywhere.” She crosses her arms and Jesse nods. “Oh, but don’t worry. I won’t tell Ellie what you said. It’ll be our little secret.” She smiles at you.

At the end of the day, you’re walking back to the parking lot, just thinking to yourself. Jesse seems probably the nicest, but he’s basically got no head on his shoulders. At least from what you could tell. Dina’s nice too, but there’s something off about her. Maybe because she’s closer to Ellie than Jesse? You felt like you couldn’t trust her entirely. And Ellie. Fuck man, she’s absolutely gorgeous. You can’t get her out of your mind no matter what you do, you stayed up later than usual last night thinking about her… but that doesn’t matter right now.

Suddenly, you hear a car beep from behind you. You turn around to see all three of them in a classy convertible, with Ellie driving. “Get in, fuckface, we’re going shopping.” you hear her say, and well, you can’t really say no.

Ellie’s like.. a hot masc bratz doll. You never had any dolls. Especially not bratz. Your mom hated them. She’d probably hate Ellie too, thinking about it.

You four end up walking through a mall, and there’s actually a lot of people from your school there. The three of them are just.. passing by all these cool looking stores. You haven’t had the chance to actually shop yet since you’ve moved, and you don’t want to feel any more alien than you already do, so you don’t ask Ellie to stop by any of them. You’re all walking side by side, but Ellie’s the farthest away from you. She points at a shop labeled ‘Spencer’s’ and whispers something to Dina. Dina laughs and has to hold onto Ellie’s arm so she doesn’t fall over. You feel your face grow red, and you’re surprised to see that you actually feel jealous. Whatever she said must’ve been really hilarious.

Suddenly, Ellie stops walking and holds out her hand. “What. The. Fuck.”

You look across the way and see the guy who was hitting on you yesterday talking to a girl who looks about 14.

“Holy shit! Is that David?” Jesse steps forward.

“Yeah. It fucking is.” Ellie crosses her arms and scoffs. “And look who he’s talking to.”

This time, Dina steps up, her jaw dropped. “You’ve gotta be fucking shitting my dick.” Even from knowing her only two days, you can tell she never cursed like that, so it must be serious.

“Dina, who is that?” You ask her.

She answers you, but doesn’t look at you. She just keeps staring at the scene playing out in front of her. “That’s one of the damn kids I babysit. Practically my own sister. And fucking pedo David is talking to her.”

“Wait, what makes him a pedophile?” You ask, looking between the three of them.

“He’s been caught talking to girls who are reallyyyy young. Like, even though he’s 17, that’s still fucked up.” Dina answers. “Not just normal talking too. Like, full on crazy shit. Keeps telling them they’re special.”

You shudder and turn to look at him again.

“Yknow. I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be a cannibal too.” Jesse states and looks at you.

Ellie huffs, unfolding her arms, “Follow me.”

You three speed walk behind Ellie as she makes a beeline straight towards David and the little girl. Dina and Jesse are muttering about how they don’t think this is a good idea, which makes you curious as to what the hell Ellie’s going to do to him.

“Who’re you talkin’ to, David?” Ellie asks in a sing song voice, which actually makes her sound way scarier.

He turns around and throws his arms up, immediately annoyed at Ellie for ruining his creepy actions yet again. “What the fuck do you want, Ellie.”

She puts her hands on her hips, “Don’t make me repeat myself. Who the fuck are you talking to?”

Shit.. you really shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, but that was really hot. You glance at the girl and she looks visibly relieved she’s not talking to him anymore, which says a lot. Ellie and David continue arguing while Dina comforts the girl and tries to pull her away from the situation.

“Ohhhoho shit.” Jesse says and points to Ellie slowly taking a few steps back from David while she’s still talking to him, which makes him follow her.

“What’s going on?” You ask him.

He shakes his head, “Just watch.”

“Cmere, David. Pretty boy like you got nothin’ to lose.” Your blood would boil at what she said, but it’s pretty obvious she’s faking it. Well, obvious to everyone but him.

She beckons him to follow her into a small hallway which nobody’s paying attention to. If there was one thing about Ellie, it’s that she could get anyone to do whatever she wanted.

You and Jesse subtly walk closer to them so you can listen. David’s so entranced by Ellie he’s not paying attention to anything else.

Ellie twirls a lock of her hair around her fingers, looking up at him, trying to appear cute and innocent. “Yknow I thought they were all just rumors.. but, I guess it’s true.” She looks him up and down, and makes it obvious she’s looking at his crotch.

He smiles at her, “What?”

She pretends to think, and gently holds his hand with both of hers, “Hmmm..” She looks away bashfully. You almost laugh at how oblivious he is. “Oh, I shouldn’t say..” she eggs him on.

“Nah, quit playin’. Just tell me.” He’s actually grinning so wide, he looks like he’s in a candy store. Does he really think people are raving about his dick that much?

Ellie’s face falls flat in a second, “I guess it’s true that you’re a fucking pedophile.” And she swiftly twists his hand in one motion, and you hear a crack.

Your eyes grow wide and he yells and curses at her, falling to his knees on the floor. She just taps her foot impatiently, waiting for him to shut up so she can talk.

“You’re gonna go and tell that little girl’s parents what you were doing. Everyone saw you, and now everyone can hear you screaming in pain.” She actually laughs. “There’s no hiding now, David.”

He looks up at her and yells, “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL THEM!??”

“Tell them that Ellie is the girl who broke your fucking finger.”

And then she walks away.

Ellie drives the four of you to her house to hangout, you try texting your parents you’ll be home for dinner, but you’re honestly not sure. And it’s only Wednesday. As soon as you get there your jaw drops, this place looks like it’s out of a damn movie.

“Wow, Ellie. Your house is really nice.” You say, not looking away from it.

“I know right.” She smirks at you.

Dina leans in and whispers to you, “Make sure you check out her dad. Damn, he’s hot.”

You guys walk in and her dad immediately greats you. He’s holding a small chihuahua and it’s almost comical considering how big and muscular he is.

“Hey, Mr. Miller. This is Cady.” Dina motions towards you. He shoots you a little finger gun and puts the dog down.

“Jus’ wanna tell yah.. if yah need anythin’ don’t be shy, okay? No rules in this house. I’m not like a regular dad. I’m a cool dad.” He winks and turns toward Ellie, “Right, baby girl?”

She’s leaning against the counter. Her face is completely blank as she shuts him down immediately, “Please stop talking.”

Ellie leads you all upstairs to her massive ass room. You thought the outside was impressive, but this is crazy.

“This is your room?” You spin around.

Ellie sits down to take off her shoes. “Mhmm. It was Joel’s room… but I made him trade me.”

You take off your shoes too and look around. There’s pillows, posters, and pictures everywhere that are just adorable. You can see a selfie printed out of the three of them that Dina took.

“Hey, someone put on Take On Me.” Ellie says.

Ellie takes off her little pink cardigan. You don’t mean to stare, but how could you not? Her bare arms are so toned and defined..

She snaps you out of your trance, “Cady, do you even know who sings this?”

“Umm.. Weezer?”

She looks you up and down slowly. She sure loves doing that. “Ugh I love her. She’s like a martian.” She says to Dina.

Jesse walks over to a bookshelf and picks up a hot pink book. It’s the size of a photo album. “Holy shit, I forgot about this.” He laughs.

Ellie glances over to look at what he’s holding. “Damn. Haven’t touched that thing in forever.”

“Look at this, Cady. It’s our burn book.” Dina motions you over to look at it. “See, we would cut out pictures from the yearbook and write little comments.”

Jesse starts reading, “Abby Anderson has sex in boats.”

“Still true.” Ellie chimes in.

“Owen Moore is a fat virgin.” Dina reads.

Ellie snorts. “Still half true.”

She sighs and looks at you. You’re immersed in the burn book and yet, you can immediately feel her eyes on your skin. You look up at her. She has a completely different look in her eyes. Her stance isn’t as strong, she’s fidgeting with her fingers, and her eyes are glossy. She looks almost.. vulnerable.

You keep looking at her, puzzled, when she walks over to you and takes your arm. She’s gentle this time, opposed to when she did the same thing to look at your bracelet when you first met her. She leads you over to her ginormous closet. Dina and Jesse are still giggling at the burn book, they don’t even notice you two left. She steps closer to you.

“We need to get you some new clothes.” Ellie says. But her voice is lower and not as loud as when she usually talks. You try your best to control your breathing, you swear you could get off on just her voice alone.

It’s that weird stage or moment in time. Where you’re not entirely sure if the other person is feeling and thinking the same things as you. It makes you nervous, especially because you haven’t done this kind of thing a lot before. And especially because it’s Ellie fucking Williams.

She steps even closer to you. “Fuck. Needa help you out with clothes.” She mutters. You can barely hear her, she may as well be talking to herself.

She calls Jesse and Dina over with a few snaps of her fingers. “Can you two go make the four of us some drinks. Virgin margaritas.” She turns towards you. You’re just inches away from her face. You’re way too close. “Cady, what do you like?” She asks, making direct eye contact with you. “Lemon lime?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows almost like she’s pouting, before you can answer her.

Jesse nods and heads out of the room. Dina gives Ellie a weird look, but pulls out her phone to look up recipes and follows Jesse downstairs.

You wait a few moments before you stop hearing footsteps on the stairs, then attempt to ask Ellie what’s going on, “Ellie, why-“

She cuts you off before you can finish, like how she always does. Usually it annoys you, but right now it’s different. Right now it means that she’s really the one in charge. She reaches up and fiddles with the collar of your shirt.

“Cmere, baby. I like you.. okay? You’re cute.” You weren’t sure if she was talking about you platonically or romantically. Her tone was so casual, like she was talking about what to have for dinner, and yet the way she was caressing you made your knees weak. Well, you weren’t sure until she pulls you in by the shirt and smashes her lips against yours.

You immediately gasp and whimper at the action, and become embarrassed at how inexperienced you are. But she fucking loves it, kissing you deeper and unbuttoning a few buttons at the top of your shirt. When she uses her tongue, it’s over. You moan into her mouth and your hands desperately grab at her. She laughs and you can feel the same shit eating grin she gave you when you first met her.

You break away, suddenly remembering that Dina and Jesse are downstairs and could be back any minute. “You sure they’re gonna be gone long enough?” You didn’t know how far she wanted to go… but you could guess.

She nods. “I’m sure. Between the two of them, yeah. Jesse doesn’t know how to make anything and Dina’s gonna spend at least 15 minutes making it perfect after she finds a recipe. Plus they’ll probably both spend another 7 or so minutes arguing wether they should really make it virgin or not. And my dads playing one of his shooter games. Trust me, having a big house comes in handy.” She leans in closer to you, “In any case, with how good I’m gonna make you feel, you won’t be lasting very long.”

And with that she immediately starts making out with you again. It’s sloppy and desperate and not something you would expect from Ellie. But this vulnerable side just seems so much more like her. You pull at her hair, and she fucking moans, the slutty sound sending heat straight down to your pussy.

You pull away again, and she looks up at you like she’s about to cry if she doesn’t touch you. You shakily nod and she bites your neck hard. Thank god you’re wearing a high collar button up.

“Fuck, Ellie.” You yelp, a little too loud, so she shuts you up by soothing the bite marks with her wet tongue. You whine for more, trying any way you can to pull her closer.

She hits a particularly sensitive spot, you gasp and open your eyes. You remember where you are, and look around in her closet. It’s a decent sized walk-in one. Everything’s sorted by color and style. Gorgeous shoes are on racks on the side. A nice fancy chaise is in the middle. You see a few name brand purses throughout. Between Ellie’s teeth and your envy for her life, you feel on fire.

“You always get what you want.” You seethe through your teeth.

“Shut your fucking mouth. Right now is about you.” She pulls away from your neck and reaches straight down to your jeans. She pauses, looking at you to ask for permission. You gulp, nodding to tell her you want her to. She unbuttons your pants and lets them fall down your legs just a little bit, to give herself better access to your panties.

She pulls those down too, and places two fingers to where you’re wet. She gasps, and you cover your face with your hands. “Shit, no.” She pulls down your arms with her non dominant hand, and quickly places a kiss on your cheek. “You’re not gonna hide from me, baby.”

You nod, swallowing. You can feel her making circles around you, wanting to push in. “Please, Ellie.” You beg. You’ve never sounded more desperate in your life.

With one swift motion she pushes two fingers inside you, and pushes you back so that you land against the wall. You gasp and are about to retort, but you accidentally cut yourself off with a moan as Ellie starts pumping her fingers in and out of you. Her other hand is up against the wall above you. You whimper as she picks up pace, this kind of stuff only happens in fiction. You don’t want to cover your face again, so you try turning away from her. She immediately grabs your chin with her spare hand and forces you to face her. “You better look at me when I’m fucking you.” She stares directly into your eyes.

You moan at how rough and fucking gentle she is at the same time. You don’t know why you’re surprised, but you can tell she wants you to enjoy this. Thinking about it, this actually doesn’t benefit her in any way. She’s not the one getting off. In fact, she’d be in major shit if anyone walked into the room.

With each passing second, she’s getting faster. Picking up her pace and making no attempt to be quiet, grunting in your ear. You look down and see her tattoo flexing as she uses her whole arm to fuck you.

“Yeah, you’re gonna fucking cum onto my fingers like you know what’s good for yah. Making a fucking mess on me, shit. So wet, dollface.” She mutters through her teeth. You knew she loved to talk, but she especially loves to talk when she’s making you feel so good.

Just a few more sentences and you’re coming undone, your legs shake and she has to hold your hip to keep you in place.

“Uuugh.. mm. ‘M gonna cum, Ellie.”

“Fucking give it to me.” She huffs out and curls her fingers up into you. Immediately white hot pleasure takes over you. You’re cumming on her fingers just how she wanted. She’s still holding onto you, making sure you don’t fall as she fucks you through your orgasm. She’s fucking magical, making your orgasm last as long as she can, until your eyes are rolling back and you’re whining that it’s too much.

You’re finally able to slow down your breathing and take in what just happened. God, that was good. So much better than when you fucked yourself to the thought of her.

Ellie brings the two fingers she used on you up to her mouth and sucks on them. She even makes eye contact with you until she’s done cleaning them. Your jaw was already on the floor. Now it’s 6 feet below.

You hear Jesse say “Fuck” from downstairs, so you quickly pull your pants back up and button up your shirt in a mirror. Ellie fixes her hair and walks out of the closet, meeting Jesse and Dina as they come into the room.

“She spilled one.” Jesse says, nodding towards Dina who’s holding a tray of now three margaritas.

“Are they actually virgin?” Ellie crosses her arms.

“For once, yeah.” Dina says. “So. Who’s not getting one?”

You practically march out of the closet, “I want it. I’m fucking thirsty.” You greedily grab the drink from off the tray and take a large sip. All three of your friends are staring at you, and you bring it down from your lips. “What! Trying on clothes gets tiring okay?” You whine.

“Fuck it. ‘S my house. I’m getting one.” Ellie says.

“And I’m not the one who spilled it.” Jesse sticks his tongue out at Dina, who rolls her eyes.

The four of you sit down on the couch in Ellie’s room. You’re sitting next to Ellie, she crosses her legs and puts her arm around you.

Dina and Jesse give her a look, but she handles it so smoothly, you swear she’s prepared for anything. “Fuck it, you’re officially part of our group now. Gon’ stay by my side longer than just the rest of the week.” She announces, lightly punching you in the arm.

Jesse holds up his drink, “To Cady?” He prompts, looking between you and Ellie.

She nods, holding hers out to meet Jesse’s. You bring yours up too. “To Cady!” All four of you say, and Dina squeals and claps her hands.

You look over to Ellie. She’s still holding you in her arm, she smiles softly, grabs your side and brings you in a little closer.

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noooooooop-e · 1 year ago

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My *nsfw* Meangirls head cannons no one asked for ;)

x Fem! Reader

Characters: Janis Imi’ike, Regina George, Cady Heron, Karen Shetty, Gretchen Weiners.

Janis: Wants so badly to be a top cause she’s “such a bad ass” but is really a power bottom/pillow princess. (still a badass though). She will carry that to her grave. Low key (high key) likes to act like a brat. Will try to gain control but ultimately fold the moment a hand is placed on her waist. Enjoys being treated rough but would never admit it, you could put a gun to her head and she’d just shrug. Degrading kink. Deeply appreciates affectionate aftercare. *cough* masochist *cough* Pet names for her: Love, Hun, Butterfly, Cutie Pie*to annoy her*, shortie *cause of her height not ShAwTy*

Regina: Switch leaning bottom. Has a thing for punishment (wow so surprising). Will challenge and egg her partner on just so she can get the outcome she hopes for. Pet names for her: Reggie, Princess, Darling, Love, Bitch(an inside joke that became real)

Cady: Low key switch *leaning top when paired with janis or regina cause we know*. People pleaser. Can and will use her puppy eyes to get what she wants. Pet names for her: Love, Cutie, Honey, Bee.

Karen: Pillow princess, nothing else makes sense to me. Proud of it too. Very possessive but in a cute way. *like if someone flirts with her girl she will smile then kiss her partners cheek before gushing how much she loves her* Begs all the time even during the most inappropriate times. *She would definitely try to drag her partner away mid conversation* Touch starved. Pet Names for her: Pretty Girl, Karebear, Bub, Love, Sweetie, Princess.

Gretchen: Switch leaning bottom. Also touch starved. Loses it when being held by the waist or sitting in partners lap. Her cute smile and puppy eyes makes her partner fold. Pet names for her: Bebe*wink wink*, Love, Cutie, Babes, Darling, Amor.

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fireside-fanfics · 5 months ago

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Pancakes & Pillow Talk

The Sunday after Valentine’s Day had a different kind of magic. The pressure of grand gestures had faded, leaving behind something softer—something that felt more like them. No fancy dinner reservations, no overpriced roses, no desperate search for the perfect gift. Just the two of them, waking up slow, with nowhere to be.

The sound of rain tapping against the window was the first thing Gretchen registered as she stirred beneath the covers. The second was the warmth of Benny’s arm draped over her waist, his body pressed against her back, solid and steady. His breathing was slow, deep, still lost in sleep. She smiled to herself, fingers tracing idle shapes over his forearm.

She shifted slightly, intending to slip out of bed, but the moment she moved, Benny let out a low, sleepy groan and tightened his hold.

“Not yet,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Benny,” Gretchen bit back a laugh, “it’s almost ten.”

“Mm.” His face burrowed into the pillow beside her, hair a mess of waves against the sheets. “Don’t care. Sunday rules: no alarms, no rushing.”

“That’s not a rule.”

“It is now.”

She huffed a soft laugh and let herself relax again, letting the quiet stretch between them, her fingers lazily stroking the back of his hand. This was what she loved most about Sundays with him—the way they could just be. No obligations, no expectations. Just warmth and sleepy conversation and the steady comfort of knowing neither of them wanted to be anywhere else.

Benny shifted, finally blinking open his eyes, hazy with sleep but still managing to fix her with that lazy, lopsided smile that always made her heart flip.

“If we’re staying in bed all day, I get to pick the playlist,” she murmured.

Benny groaned and pulled her even closer as he mumbled, “Only if you don’t pick that one moody indie band you play every time it rains.”

“That’s perfect rainy day music!” Gretchen gasped softly punching him in the ribs.

“It’s sleep music.”

“You were just trying to keep sleeping, you dork!”

“Touché.” He smirked, eyes slipping shut again.

For a while, they stayed like that—wrapped up in each other, the rain drumming against the windows, the world outside moving on while they remained suspended in something slower, softer.

Eventually, Gretchen managed to wiggle free from his grasp, despite his dramatic protests. She padded into the kitchen, pulling out the coffee beans and setting the kettle to boil. A few minutes later, she heard the familiar creak of the bedroom door, followed by the soft shuffle of Benny’s footsteps.

“What’s for breakfast?” He leaned against the counter, rubbing the sleep from his face.

She glanced over her shoulder, a soft smile etched on her face as she asked, “French toast or pancakes?”

Benny hummed in consideration, crossing his arms. “I feel like French toast makes sense after a week of romantic nonsense. Classy. Decadent. A little dramatic.”

“And pancakes aren’t romantic?” Gretchen smirked.

“Not the way I make ‘em,” Benny grinned. “They’re a mess. But our kind of mess.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Messy pancakes with Benny were better than any fancy brunch reservation. They moved through the kitchen together, easy and familiar—Benny whisking eggs while she measured flour, shoulders bumping as they worked in sync. He stole a few strawberries from the bowl on the counter, dodging her playful swat. She flicked a little flour at him in revenge, only for him to smear a bit of batter on the tip of her nose in retaliation.

By the time the pancakes were stacked high and the coffee had brewed, the rain had softened into a quiet drizzle, misting against the windows. They settled onto the couch with their plates, legs tangled beneath the throw blanket, Benny’s arm draped lazily over the back of the sofa.

Gretchen stabbed a piece of pancake with her fork, sighing happily. “Not bad, Miller.”

Benny smirked, biting into his own. “High praise coming from the pancake snob herself.”

She elbowed him lightly. He caught her hand before she could pull away, bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. Gretchen felt warmth spread through her chest, the kind that had nothing to do with coffee or pancakes or the way he was looking at her like she was the only thing in the world worth focusing on. She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as they ate in comfortable silence, watching the rain drizzle against the windowpane.

This was what love felt like—not just the big moments, but the quiet ones. Lazy Sundays and stolen kisses in the kitchen. Messy pancakes and warm coffee. Hands finding each other under the blankets. Not just Valentine’s Day, but every day after. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

#triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier x reader #ben miller #benny miller imagine #benny miller x reader #benny miller fanfiction #garrett hedlund

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batboyblog · 1 year ago

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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #11

March 22-29 2024

The Administration, with Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg in the lead responded to the collapse of the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore. Working with Governor Wes Moore and Mayor Brandon Scott (both Democrats) The Department of Transportation promises to clear the harbor and rebuild the bride. DoT has already released $60 million in emergency funds as a "down payment" and President Biden is expected to seek $1 billion from Congress.

Vice President Harris announced a number of actions and investments designed to improve the quality of life of the peoples of northern central America. driven by poverty, lack of economic opportunities, and out of control crime people in Guatemala, El Salvador, and Honduras are taking great risks and trusting criminal human traffickers to try to reach the US. The Administration is working to improve conditions in the Northern Triangle so that is no longer necessary. Vice President Harris announced $1 billion dollars in new investments as part of the Central America Forward public-private partnership, since 2021 it has invested $5.2 billion in the region. Harris also announced $175 million dollars of direct aid from the US to Guatemala at a meeting with Guatemalan President Bernardo Arévalo.

The Department of Energy announced a $1.5 billion dollar loan to help restart the Palisades Nuclear Plant. This would mark the first time a nuclear power plant was brought back online after being decommissioned. The hope is keep the plant running till 2051, this 100% green power source is projected to prevent 111 million tons of CO2 emissions in its new life time, the same as taking 100,000 cars off the road. Michigan Governor Gretchen Whitmer touted it as key for her state reaching its goal of 100% clean energy by 2040.

Vice President Harris launched a social media push to inform the public about the Biden-Harris Administration's SAVE Plan. The Saving on a Valuable Education (SAVE) Plan was launched last year as part of President Biden's efforts to bring student loan forgiveness to millions of borrowers. Currently 7.7 million people are enrolled in SAVE, under which anyone making $16 a hour or less has a monthly payment of $0 on their student loans. 4.5 million SAVE enrollees are making $0 a month payments and another 1 million pay less than $100 a month on their loan repayment, over 150,000 people so far have had their loans totally forgiven. Republicans are suing to try to shut down the SAVE Plan

President Biden took keep steps to ensure quality healthcare this week. Biden extended the window for low-income Americans to apply for Obamacare. The original deadline of July 31st has been pushed back to November 30th. Biden also rolled back Trump era rules that allowed subsidies for "Junk Health insurance" These plans offer very little coverage and often mislead consumers into believing they have insurance when they aren't covered. These short term plans also don't have meet Obamacare standards and can refuse coverage for preexisting conditions.

The EPA announced new regulations aimed at "turbocharging" the number of electric trucks on the road. The new rules aim to have 25% of new long-haul trucks, the heaviest often diesel trucks on the road, and 40% of medium-size trucks (box trucks and landscaping vehicles) be nonpolluting by 2032, currently just 2% are. The regulation would apply to more than 100 types of vehicles including tractor-trailers, ambulances, R.V.s, garbage trucks and moving vans. The new tailpipe limits are expected to prevent about a billion tons of greenhouse gas emissions by 2055.

the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services announced that thanks to President Biden's Inflation Reduction Act, 41 different drugs will coast those on Medicare Part B less money than it did last year. An estimated 763,700 people on Medicare use at least one of these drugs every year. Some enrollees will save as much as $3,575 per dose.

The Department of Energy announced $6 billion for an effort to decarbonize energy-intensive industries. The investment in 33 projects across 20 states will eliminate 14 million metric tons of CO2 emissions each year when finished. Each project is meant to be highly replicable and serve as a blueprint for future private sector ventures.

President Biden signed an Executive Order to Strengthen the Recognition of Women’s History. The Order will launch a review of all historic sites run by the National Parks Service to determine ways to better highlight the role of women, from all backgrounds, in American History.

The Senate Confirmed President Biden's nominees, Ernesto Gonzalez, and Leon Schydlower to federal judgeships in Texas. This brings the total number of federal judges appointed by President Biden to 190.

#Thanks Biden #Joe Biden #Democrats #politics #US politics #student loans #climate change #health care #immigration #bridge collapse

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sevrd-belle · 3 months ago

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How all the Severance ships connect + how the Severance barrier effects them (nature vs. nurture):

The Severance barrier doesn’t affect innate traits, and innate traits are what contribute to the characters’ ability to transcend Severance.

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Burt and Irving: Love of art that exists through the Severance barrier. Both innocent and pure on the inside, even though they’ve killed people on the outside. This purity endures even though they’re working on opposite sides of the story. (Anti-Lumon vs. Pro-Lumon.) But as their most innocent selves, they find a true connection.

Connection: Love of art and beauty.

Innate Traits: High sensitivity to aesthetics or emotion, strong imaginative or introspective tendencies.

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Mark and Helena: Very similar to Burt and Irving. Rather than loving art, it’s their sense of humour that connects them. Especially dark humour to cope with trauma. Both are good people with baggage. Both have daddy issues. (Mark’s father making him drink whiskey since he was a kid, and Helena’s father stripping her of her autonomy and independence.) Both are rebellious.

Connection: Humour and rebellion.

Innate Traits: High intelligence, high autonomy, low agreeableness, openness to new experiences, high sensitivity to injustice.

Example:

“You should meet him sometime.”

“Taking me home to dad, already?”

“Yeah, I think it’s finally time.”

“Alright, let’s do it.”

(Joking while demonstrating a high openness to new experiences i.e. humour and rebellion.)

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Dylan and Gretchen: Although we’ve seen less of them than the more central ships, Gretchen connects to iDylan because she sees a version of her husband that used to exist a long time ago, before life has worn him down. Luckily for her, oDylan is showing signs of still having iDylan qualities inside of him.

Such as him reaching out to iDylan and seeking to heal parts of himself, as well as complimenting him (thus complimenting himself.)

Connection: Nostalgia.

Innate Traits: Emotional sensitivity, strong imagination.

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Mark and Gemma: Different from the other pairings so far, since the other pairings seem to connect over intrinsic / innate things like art, kindness or humour. These two connected over knowledge. Especially advanced knowledge they both learned as adults. This knowledge is completely lost to the Severance barrier, since it’s not innate. It was learned later in life.

Connection: Knowledge.

Innate Traits: High intelligence and possible curiosity.

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Footnote:

Innate traits that lead to the love of art —

• High sensitivity to aesthetics or emotion

• High openness to experience

• Strong imaginative or introspective tendencies

Innate traits that fuel rebellion —

• High autonomy

• Low agreeableness (some people are naturally more skeptical, questioning, and less likely to conform.)

• High openness to experience (these people crave new experiences and tend to question rules or traditions.)

• High sensitivity to injustice.

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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE VACATION ERROR

CHAPTER SIX HERE

WARNING: ⛔️ SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER 🔞

The following few months pass in a blur, Aaron had charges pressed against him, showing on his permanent record. He was suspended for a month and when he returned he didn't talk to anyone, only his jock friends. He hasn't attempt to contact any of us, let alone look at us since he's been back from suspension.

Mean while, Rehina, me, Cady, Gretchen and karen, including Janis and Damien; we all plan a Christmas vacation together as a spa hotel. We plan out so me and Regina get a room, Gretchen and Karen get a room, Janis and Cady room together while Damien gets his own room. Regina gets the penthouse suite for me and her so we can have completely privacy together. We all skip the last day of school before winter break (three weeks off) to pack and meet up at reginas. I packed the night before to spend the night with Regina and help her pack today. I help her organize different suitcases and help her fold clothes while we chat, making the most of our time alone before the group starts to show up. Regina tosses another silky top into one of the open suitcases, then flops onto the bed with a sigh, her perfectly manicured nails trailing along the hem of her hoodie. “If I have to fold one more towel, I might combust.”

“You didn’t even fold the first one,” I say, grinning as I tuck the last of her swimsuits into a side compartment.

She props herself up on one elbow, smirking. “Delegation is a skill.”

I laugh, zipping the suitcase and sitting on the edge of the bed. There’s a beat of silence before Regina reaches out, wrapping her fingers around mine. Her voice is softer now. “You sure you’re okay? With... everything that happened?”

It takes me a second to realize she’s talking about Aaron. About the tension, the aftermath, the weird silence that’s lingered in the halls ever since he came back.

“Yeah,” I say quietly. “It’s weird, but... it feels like the right kind of distance.”

Regina nods once, decisively. “Good. He doesn’t get to be part of this chapter.”

There’s a knock at the front door downstairs—quick and chaotic, which can only mean Karen or Damien. Regina sighs dramatically. “And here comes the chaos.”

We make our way downstairs, hand in hand, just as Damien barges in with a faux-fur suitcase that’s almost bigger than he is.

“Ladies, queens, besties,” he greets, spinning theatrically. “I have arrived with spa energy and a playlist so good it might get us arrested for emotional whiplash.”

Karen’s right behind him, carrying three bags and already wearing earmuffs. The house fills quickly—Janis with her signature deadpan sarcasm, Cady with travel-sized lotions she’ll pretend isn’t color-coded, Gretchen balancing a box of holiday cookies she insists are gluten-free even though no one asked. By the time everyone’s bags are stacked in Regina’s foyer, the vibe is exciting—like something between a teenage dream and the beginning of a feel-good movie. Regina calls for attention, standing at the base of the stairs like she’s about to make a public address. “Alright, bitches. Everyone got your passports, your skincare, and your emotional baggage?”

A chorus of laughs, a few sarcastic nods. She turns to me with a private smile, voice dropping low enough that only I can hear:

“We get a penthouse. Fireplace. For you and me.”

I blush, which of course she notices, because she leans in and adds, “I even packed that red set you like.”

Chaos explodes behind us again as someone drops a bag, and Janis yells at Damien for packing a disco ball. "Damien why the fuck did you pack a disco ball?!" She yells as she pulls it out of a bag and glares at Damien, "heavy ass thing almost broke my foot" she adds before Damien clutches the disco ball protectively against his chest like it's a newborn puppy. “First of all, Janis, ambiance is important. Second, you're welcome in advance for the magical lighting I’m bringing to the table. Third, it's hollow. Light as my emotional availability.”

Janis rolls her eyes so hard it's almost audible. “I’m throwing it out the window first chance I get.”

“You cant, i'm with Gretchen and Cady on the road trip”

Regina claps sharply. “Alright, psychos. Final bathroom breaks, snacks, and whatever emotional support items you need—let’s load up.”

The house erupts into movement, people grabbing coats and water bottles and arguing over aux cord rights. Regina tosses me the keys to her car—a sleek pink jeep that looks like it could be driven by barbie.

“You're not actually driving,” she says, breezing past me with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. “I just needed you to feel useful.”

“Fiesty.”

We pile into two cars—Regina’s in the lead. She takes the wheel, of course, sunglasses already on like we’re escaping paparazzi. I ride shotgun, curled up with a travel blanket and the aux in my hand, queueing up a playlist that's half pop bangers, half cozy road trip songs. In the backseat: Karen, already filming TikToks, and Janis, looking like she regrets everything but still buckled in. Behind us, Gretchen’s bright pink Suv, which barbie could also be driving in, pulls out of the driveway. She’s driving with impressive confidence for someone who’s never parallel parked successfully. In her car: Cady riding up front, Damien in the back, windows already down as he shouts something about needing drive-thru coffee and “a spa energy pre-game.”

-THREE HOURS LATER-

We finally arrive; The drive winds through snowy landscapes and sleepy towns before finally leading us into a picturesque winter destination—an upscale resort town tucked against snow-capped hills. The hotel itself looks like it was pulled out of a luxury magazine: all glass, cedarwood, and fairy lights. Bellboys in burgundy coats come out the moment we pull up. Regina parks with perfect precision, stepping out like she owns the entire building. I follow, stretching out from the long drive, while Karen and Janis emerge behind us—Karen humming a holiday song, Janis muttering about her foot being asleep. Gretchen’s Suv pulls in right after, slightly crooked but intact. Damien stumbles out dramatically. “My legs! I forgot they existed. Someone wheelbarrow me.”

We’re laughing, gathering bags and handing keys off to the valet—when suddenly, the laughter freezes in my throat. Across the grand entrance, near the sparkling lobby fireplace, stands Aaron. His hair’s a little longer, like he’s trying to look older, sharper—but the moment his eyes catch ours, there’s a flash of recognition and something colder behind it. He’s standing beside his parents, both of whom look rich, aloof, and entirely unaware of the tension that just crashed into the room like a wrecking ball. Regina’s hand slides into mine immediately, her posture stiffening beside me. Karen leans in and mutters, “Are we seriously being haunted?”

Janis crosses her arms. “Wrong lobby, jackass.”

Cady frowns but stays silent, her eyes flicking from Aaron to the rest of us. Gretchen blinks, then squares her shoulders like she's in a perfume commercial. “Wow. We get better looking every time he sees us.”

Aaron doesn’t say a word. He just glares—part confusion, part bitterness—and then looks away, mumbling something to his mom, who’s too busy talking to a concierge to notice. Regina doesn’t give him another second of her attention. “Let’s go,” she says smoothly, already leading the way toward the front desk. We follow, every one of us ignoring Aaron like he’s a stain on otherwise perfect marble flooring. The desk clerk smiles brightly. “Welcome to Silverpine Resort. Penthouse Suite, and five other rooms under Miss George?”

“That’s me,” Regina says coolly, sliding her sunglasses down her nose.

The clerk hands out keys, luggage is swept away by bellhops, and we start splitting off. Regina tugs my hand as we head to the elevator. “Forget him. We have a fireplace and room service waiting.”

As the doors slide shut on our way to the top floor, I catch one last glimpse of Aaron over Regina’s shoulder—standing stiff, surrounded by his perfect family, completely and totally alone.

I don't feel sorry. Not one bit.

The elevator dings open to a private vestibule, and Regina pulls me gently out into the penthouse like we’re entering some secret world she curated just for us. Which, let’s be real—she kind of did. The suite is gorgeous. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathe the room in amber light as the sun starts to dip behind the mountains. The fireplace is already glowing. There’s a plush velvet couch facing it, a king-sized bed with crisp linen sheets, and a balcony dusted in fresh snow. Regina kicks off her boots immediately, letting out a soft sigh. “Ugh. Finally. No screaming. No drama. No Damien.”

I smirk, dropping our overnight suitcases by the wall. “We’ll get, what, an hour before someone starts a group chat war?”

“Let them try,” she says, walking toward the windows, pulling her hoodie off and revealing the tank top beneath. “I’m on vacation. I’ve mentally muted everyone but you.”

I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. The scent of her shampoo and snow and something floral hits me all at once, and I don’t even care that we’ve only been here five minutes—I already feel lighter.

“Wanna stay in tonight?” I murmur.

Regina turns in my arms and looks up at me, her expression soft but unreadable. “Obviously. Spa’s tomorrow. Tonight’s for…” She leans in. “Us.”

I lean in too, but she pulls back at the last second with a teasing grin. “After you start the fire properly. The real one.” She gestures toward the bedroom, where there’s a second, smaller fireplace.

“I feel like I’m being tricked into manual labor.”

“I’m giving you rustic romance. You’re welcome.”

The fire crackles to life after a few failed attempts, a lot of exaggerated sighing on my end, and Regina sitting nearby pretending to be unimpressed while secretly enjoying the whole thing. She’s curled up on the velvet chair in short-shorts and a hoodie now—mine, I smile at the sight, both in love and shocked by her beauty, even in just a plain black hoodie. Her legs are folded beneath her, one eyebrow raised, she watches me like a hawk, eyeing me up and down.

“See?” I say, dramatically dusting off my hands. “Flames. Warmth. Ambiance. You’re welcome.”

Regina stretches like a cat, standing and padding barefoot across the plush rug toward me. “Alright, my cavewoman. You win. Fire good.”

I catch her around the waist as she reaches me, spinning us a little so we land together on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. She lets out a surprised laugh, landing with her chest against my chest, both of us now tangled on the floor in a heap of limbs and smugness. Outside, snow falls in lazy spirals beyond the balcony windows, and inside, everything feels golden and quiet. The only sound is the pop of the fire and our breathing. Regina settles against me, letting her head rest on my shoulder. “This is surprisingly cozy,” she murmurs.

I wrap my arms around her, resting my cheek against her shoulder. “That’s the plan. Maximum coziness. Zero interruptions. And maybe a little bit flirting, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

She snorts softly. “I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

“Technically.”

She tilts her face up toward mine. “Are you saying that because you think I forgot, or because you’re fishing for reassurance?”

“Maybe both.”

Her lips graze the corner of my mouth, barely a whisper of a kiss. “consider yourself reassured then, darling.”

We stay like that for a while, not speaking—just warmth and comfort and the kind of quiet you only get when the world feels far away. Regina’s fingers toy with mine lazily, her eyes half-closed, her cheek pressed to my collarbone. Eventually, she says, voice low and thoughtful, “Did you see the way he looked at us?”

I know exactly who she means. “Yeah.”

“Like we ruined his life.” She snorts.

“We probably did.” I say quickly, neutral.

She hums. “Good.”

I smile against her hair. “Still thinking about him?”

“No,” she says immediately, then after a sigh, “Okay. A little. But only because it’s satisfying that he lost.”

There’s a long pause before she adds, more quietly, “I used to care what he thought of me. A lot.”

“I know.” I say gently.

She exhales, and it sounds like she’s letting go of something heavy. “Not anymore.”

“Good,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Because he doesn’t matter.”

She twists in my arms to face me, her hand coming up to trace my jawline. “But you do.”

The shift is subtle, but immediately makes my heartrace. Her touch lingers longer. The firelight flickers across her skin, highlighting the curve of her mouth, the softness in her eyes that only I ever get to see. She leans in again, slower this time, and kisses me. Eventually, we pull back, breathless but not separating. Her forehead rests against mine. “Bed?” she whispers.

“Thought you’d never ask.” I murmur with a smirk.

We leave the fire burning, climbing into the massive bed like it’s a cloud built just for us. Regina pulls the duvet up around us, snuggling in close, our limbs tangling naturally. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and she smiles sleepily.

“Do you think everyone else is already in chaos mode?” I ask.

“Almost definitely. But I muted the group chat, so if someone falls into a snowbank, it’s not our problem.”

I laugh softly and I lean in to press a kiss on her cheek which causes her to tilt her head instead, causing our lips meet instead. The kiss is slow and gentle for a moment before it slowly starts to become heated, our hands starting to roam each other's bodies as I shift to lay ontop of her, in-between her legs as we deepen the kiss. Regina’s breath catches beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair as our mouths move together, slow and deep, like we’re both discovering something new. Her thighs part just slightly more to cradle me closer, her body arching into mine in silent invitation. My hands move up her thighs, sliding up under the soft fabric of her shorts, fingertips grazing the warm skin beneath. She shivers, a soft sound escaping her lips that sends a sharp pull low in my stomach. I pull back just enough to look at her, our noses brushing, lips tingling from the kiss.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, voice unsteady, but tender.

She nods, eyes fluttering open—dark, dilated, and entirely focused on me. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Just… don’t stop.”

I smile against her mouth, and this time the kiss is slower, more intentional. My hips press gently into hers as her hands slide along my back, grounding me. Every movement, every shared breath between us feels deliberate—like we’re writing something sacred in silence. When I trail my lips to her jaw, then lower to the soft curve of her neck, her breath hitches again, and her fingers tighten against me. I pause there, savoring the sound, the feel of her beneath me, the pulse of something deeper than lust blooming between us. I press a lingering kiss to her neck, feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath my lips. Regina’s hands roam restlessly now, sliding beneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips tracing the bare skin of my back, fidgeting with my bra. Her touch is warm and tentative, but it sends sparks through me—like every inch of me is waking up under her hands.

“You feel incredible,” she whispers, almost as if the words surprise her.

I smile, brushing my lips along the curve of her collarbone, slowly kissing lower. “So do you.”

Her breath stutters as I kiss lower, just above the edge of her tank top. She shifts beneath me, her hips rising slightly, her thighs tightening around my waist, drawing me even closer. Our bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. I lift my gaze to hers again, needing to see her. There’s a vulnerability in her expression—open, and completely unguarded. It makes my chest ache. I cup her cheek, my thumb brushing gently over her flushed skin. “We can slow down, if you want.”

Regina shakes her head, her voice steadier now. “I don’t want slow,” she murmurs, her eyes holding mine. “Not with you.”

The honesty in her voice sends a rush of heat through me. I lean down, capturing her lips again, this time with more need, more hunger. She meets me eagerly, her hands rising to pull at the hem of my shirt, and I let her, lifting just enough for her to pull it over my head. Her hands move to explore—tentatively at first, then more confidently—palms mapping my back, tracing my bra and then the curves of my ribs, the lines of my waist. I do the same, first slipping off her tank top so we're both in our bra; then sliding one hand down the outside of her thigh, feeling the way her breath hitches with each new touch, I slowly inch my hand up your thigh, pausing just before your core, "Are you sure? Do you want to do this?"

She chuckles softly and cups my face into her hands, "I love your need for consent but please.. touch me."

Her words hit me like a spark—soft, teasing that makes my heart pound harder. I search her eyes one last time, not for permission now, but to hold onto the truth we’re stepping into together. I nod, then lean down to kiss her again, slow and reverent, my fingers tracing the path up her thigh until they slip beneath the edge of her shorts, just above her underwear now. She gasps into my mouth as I touch her, her hips rising to meet my hand, and the sound—fragile and desperate—sends a rush of heat through my entire body. Her skin is hot beneath my touch, her breath growing uneven as I explore gently, learning what makes her shiver, what draws that soft moan from her lips. Regina’s hands move restlessly across my body, gripping, sliding, guiding—her need pouring out in every motion. I press kisses along her jaw, down her neck, lingering at the sensitive hollow of her throat. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur, barely above a whisper.

She arches into me in response, her fingers tangled in my hair, her thighs tightening as my touch deepens, slipping past soft cotton and into the heat of her. She gasps again, her breath stuttering against my shoulder, and I feel her hands clench on my back like she’s holding on to something sacred.

Her eyes flutter open, glassy and wide. “please…”

I continue my movement against her sensitive bud, slipping my fingers deeper before they slowly move in and out. I kiss up her neck and jaw, making sure to praise her in whispers into her ear:

"You sound so pretty"

"you're doing so well for me my love"

Her nails start to dig into my shoulders as she grasps onto them desperately, her moans and whines growing louder as i continue my movements in her. Before I know it close to coming undone. My fingers move with a gentle rhythm, in tune with her breath, her sounds, her need. She clings to me, whimpering my name like a prayer between each kiss we steal.

When she finally finishes beneath me — soft and trembling, her body arching as she lets go, And I hold her through it, my lips brushing her temple and my fingers continue gentle movements in her until orgasm reaches an end. She's panting heavily as she gazes up at me with half lidded eyes and a smile. It’s intimate. Powerful. Like something deeper has cracked open between us. I slowly remove my fingers, my free hand moving to cup her cheek as her breath slows and she sinks back into the bed, boneless and glowing.

“I’ve never felt that way before,” she murmurs, her voice thick with wonder as she catches her breath slowly. I smile in return and peck her lips, "good. I strive to give you nothing but the best."

We lie there for a long moment in the quiet, the only sound the soft crackle of the fireplace and the hum of our breath still syncing back to something steady. Regina’s skin is warm against mine, her legs still tangled with mine beneath the duvet, and I can feel the aftershocks of what we just shared in the way she keeps her hand curled at the base of my back like she doesn’t want to let go.

She shifts slightly, brushing her nose against mine in a barely-there gesture that feels more intimate than anything. “You always make it feel like... easy... so- real,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy and raw. “Like it actually means something.”

I press my lips to her forehead, lingering there. “Because it does. Every time. With you, it always means everything, no matter what we're doing.”

Her breath hitches again—not from arousal now, but from emotion, and when she opens her eyes, I see it: the vulnerability, the love she’s still learning how to show, even when her guard wants to rise. “You’re going to ruin me for anyone else, you know that?”

“Good,” I whisper, smiling softly. “That’s kind of the plan.”

She laughs—a quiet, disbelieving sound—as she buries her face in the crook of my neck. We shift under the covers, wrapping ourselves around each other like we’re trying to disappear into the warmth and safety of this little world we've carved out tonight. I reach for the bedside lamp and dim it, letting the golden firelight paint the room in a soft, flickering glow. Regina sighs contentedly as I stroke her hair, her body relaxing completely against mine. We talk in low murmurs for a while—about nothing and everything. Stupid in-jokes, half-hearted plans for breakfast, what color we’d paint the walls if this were actually our place. She tells me she used to think love was something that had to hurt to feel real. I tell her she was lied to. She believes me. Eventually, she yawns, blinking sleepily up at me. “If I fall asleep and drool on you, you’re not allowed to break up with me.”

“Deal,” I say, brushing my fingers through her hair. “But only if you return the favor when I inevitably hog the blankets.”

“You already are hogging the blankets,” she mumbles, though she snuggles closer, tucking herself against me like I’m her personal heater. “But you’re warm, so I’ll allow it.”

I kiss her temple again, my heart full in a way that doesn’t feel like it’ll fade. “Sleep, Regina. We have all night.”

Her fingers lace with mine under the covers, our legs tangled, the world outside forgotten. “Good,” she whispers. “I want it all.”

And eventually, sleep takes us—wrapped in warmth and each other, with the fire burning low and soft, and snow still falling gently outside.

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