#yes this is about aaron samuels

[agenthendersons]

these girls fighting over a boy that looks like he belongs in a good guy box .

ya hate to see it .

[frogsare-friends]

chris briney is so much hotter when he's not playing conrad fisher

[hoe4hotchner]

the team meeting aaron's lawyer!wife who's personality is similar to his + she's the best in her field

Langston & Bell | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Lawyer wife!reader | WC: 1.2k | CW: Not really anything except for a little law jargon and mentions of a case the BAU is working on.

A/N: My brain hurts from looking up law terminology, and I'm not even sure if I used all the words correctly

The glass doors of Langston & Bell opened as Hotch led the rest of his team inside. The air felt heavy—as they entered—from the scent of freshly brewed coffee and a faint lemony aroma.

The firm itself was one of the most prestigious ones in all of Virginia, and its reputation suited it. Everything about the space was designed to impress—shining marble floors in the lobby, towering bookshelves filled with thick leather-bound volumes of law books and journals, and abstract art that screamed of a space aimed to do business with rich and pretentious people.

Emily glanced around, clearly trying to process how they’d ended up here. “Langston & Bell?” she muttered under her breath. “Isn’t this place out of our league?”

“They’re not dealing with criminal justice,” Spencer pointed out. “They specialize in corporate litigation and high-profile estate law. The firm is known for taking on cases that require absolute discretion.” Emily tried her best not to roll her eyes at Spencer's outburst of knowledge but failed.

Hotch didn’t respond, he kept his pace steady as he approached the front desk. His usual stone-faced demeanor was on full display, his features—although set not completely in a frown—were unreadable. He seemed unbothered by the hushed stares they received from the staff as they had entered with their badges held out in front of them.

The receptionist, a young woman with a straight posture and a sharp smile, greeted them. “Good afternoon. How may I assist you?”

Hotch stepped forward, his voice even. “We’re with the FBI. We’re looking for the attorney who handled the probate case for Samuel Larkin.”

The receptionist’s fingers danced quickly over her keyboard, her expression unchanged. “That would be Attorney Hotchner.”

Dead silence.

Emily blinked. “I’m sorry, did you say Hotchner?”

“Yes,” the receptionist replied, unfazed, almost on the brink of annoyance. “Would you like me to see if she’s available?”

“She,” Morgan echoed, his brows furrowing a little as his gaze flipped from the receptionist to Hotch.

Before anyone could recover from their shock, the sound of sharp heal clicks echoed through the lobby.

“Aaron,” came a clear voice from behind. “If this is your idea of surprising me, I’ll admit it’s more creative than flowers. But I have a deposition in thirty minutes.”

The team turned as one, their collective gazes landing on the woman who had just entered the room. You were dressed in a tailored navy suit that emphasized your poised demeanor. Your expression was both curious and faintly amused as your eyes locked on Hotch.

“Counselor,” he greeted smoothly, his tone carrying a subtle warmth that the team rarely heard.

“Counselor?” Rossi asked, a slow grin forming as his gaze flicked between you and Hotch.

Your lips quirked up in a small smile as you approached, your heels clicking against the marble with each step. “I assume this is your team?”

“It is,” Hotch confirmed.

You turned your attention to the group, giving them a brief once-over with an expression that wasn’t unkind but clearly measured. “Well, where are my manners? I’m Y/N Hotchner, senior litigation partner here at Langston & Bell. And yes, I can see the wheels turning in all your heads.”

Morgan crossed his arms, already grinning. “Oh, I’ve got a lot of questions right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Feel free to ask them, Agent Morgan. I’ve been cross-examined by some of the sharpest minds in the country—I’m sure I can handle you.”

JJ stepped forward, clearly trying to keep her surprise in check. “Wait, you’re married?”

You tilted your head toward Hotch, your expression softening just a fraction. “You didn’t tell them?”

“It never came up,” Hotch replied with a shrug, though the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes didn’t escape you.

You shook your head, exhaling a soft laugh. “Aaron’s great at compartmentalizing, isn’t he? Well, to officially answer your question—yes, I’m his wife. And judging by your expressions, this is news to you.”

“Big news,” Emily muttered, still processing.

Hotch cleared his throat, subtly redirecting the conversation. “We need access to the probate records for Samuel Larkin. Anything that might help us build our case.”

Your demeanor shifted instantly, professionalism overtaking the playful edge. “Aaron, you know I can’t just hand over client information without a court order.”

“We’re only asking for publicly available records,” he clarified.

You studied him for a moment, a silent exchange passing between you. Then you turned to your assistant, who stood nearby. “Jane, pull the Larkin docket and bring me all publicly filed documents. Annotate them if you have time, and leave them on my desk before your shift ends.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jane replied, already moving toward the elevator.

“You always find a way around the rules,” Hotch said, his voice was low but carrying a note of fondness.

“And you love that about me,” you shot back with a wink, your eyes glinting with mischief.

Morgan leaned closer to Emily, his voice just loud enough for her to hear. “I don’t know what’s more surprising—the fact that he’s married, the fact that she's a lawyer, or the fact that she might be scarier than him.”

Although Jane hadn't gone through the records yet, she sent you a digital copy as soon as she had found them. You walked the team through them with ease. Every legal term you used was calculated, giving away as little about your client as you could, while still helping your husband and his team. You made sure to translate every dense legal jargon into actionable insights every time you saw one of their faces pull an expression.

“Here,” you said, pointing to a transaction on the financial statement. “These wire transfers are from an offshore account linked to Larkin. It’s not evidence of criminal activity, but it raises enough red flags to warrant further investigation.” If Larkin found out you had helped the feds, you could be in big trouble, you thought as you revealed the account.

Spencer leaned in, his eyes lighting up with understanding. “If we trace the accounts, we might uncover a connection to our unsub.”

“Precisely,” you replied, offering him a small nod of approval.

By the time the team wrapped up, they had everything they needed to move forward. As they gathered their materials, you leaned against the edge of the table, folding your arms as you looked at Hotch.

“Dinner at seven?” you asked, your voice softer, the edge of professionalism giving way to something more personal.

“Seven,” he confirmed, his tone lighter than usual.

You smiled, leaning in just enough to lower your voice. “Try not to scare anyone off before then, okay?”

“No promises,” he replied, his lips twitching upward in the faintest of smiles.

As the team exited the building, Morgan shook his head in disbelief. “She is definitely scarier than Hotch”

Emily grinned. “I think I like her better.”

“I like her too,” Rossi added with a chuckle.

Hotch walked ahead, the faint smile still playing on his lips, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. The team had seen enough to know he’d married his perfect match—an equal who could still challenge him enough to keep him on his toes.

[nubiawrites]

chapter fourteen

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Alcohol. Smut. Squirting.

Summary: One night can change things, for better or for worse, Aaron and Iriye learn as they attend a charity event.

Notes: I lied... I'm probably ending this in the next chapter but never fear, part two of this series is expected to be juicy. The inspo has been pouring in and I'm excited to see it translate to page. Plus, the one shot I have coming up for them... it's gonna wreck ya heart.

MASTERLIST

“What do you think of this?” Iriye said, showing the dress to Nelly and Tamara as they perused their own racks in the upscale store. She had only a few hours to get herself together.

“Nah, too frilly,”  Nelly stated. 

“What about this?” Tamara showed the metallic cocktail dress.

“It's cute, but I feel like some weirdo is going to comment how I look like a cute piece of chocolate wrapped up, and I don’t want to sit through that tonight,” Iriye stated. 

“She’s trying to get unwrapped by her boyfriend,” Nelly teased, and Iriye rolled her eyes.

“Haha. No,” Iriye said. She looked through another rack, trying to find something. Tamara came up beside her. 

“You seem nervous,” Tamara stated.

“Well, when I’m being forced to go to a charity gala to turn down my dream job, you would be annoyed,” Iriye stated.

“You’re turning down working with Samuel Arenas?” Tamara asked. Nelly walked closer with another dress, and Iriye gave it a look with a tilt of her head.

“I am,” Iriye stated. “We’re going to be busy in England with Paradise Lost,” 

“So?” Tamara questioned. “TV writing has been your dream.”

“I know it has, but… things can change,” Iriye said, taking the dress from Nelly.

“And you’re throwing it away… for Aaron,” Tamara whispered. 

“I’m not throwing it away for him. I’m just… taking measured steps in our relationship,” Iriye put the dress up to her own body, and Tamara shook her head. She huffed. “It’s not like that,” Iriye said to Tamara. “With Aaron, I have never felt like this with anyone. We’ve had tough times and stuff but I just really want to be with him. See life from his world,” She explained. 

“And turning down a TV writing job with a legend you admire is what you’re willing to give up?” Tamara questioned. 

“For Aaron… yes,” Iriye stated with a shrug. Tamara was about to open her mouth when Nelly bumped her elbow into her.

“Tamara,” Nelly said with a shake of her head.

“I’m gonna see what the shoes section looks like,” Tamara walked off, and Iriye gave Nelly a small smile. 

“Thank you,” Iriye said, looking at another dress and taking it in.

“You know you could have both. Your career and your love life,” Nelly stated. “I don’t get why it’s even a question for us. A debate for Black women. We can have it all and balance it all,”

“Nelly, I get it, but this is different. I want to be with him because I want to. I have put my career first for the past nine years and want to take some time off. Watch my best friend shepherd the fruits of all our labor come to life. Watch a man I care about bring my work to life. Grow more with him. I want this little slice of happiness for however long I can get it,” Iriye explained.

“Okay,” Nelly stated. “I get it,” Iriye gave her a small mile. Iriye and her shopped through the racks for a little longer when Iriye found a little black dress with some jeweled embellishments.

“What do you think?” Iriye asked. Nelly turned to face Iriye before a small smile came upon her face.

“I think you’re going to be dressed to kill, not only Samuel but Aaron,” Iriye rolled her eyes at Nelly’s words before heading to the dressing room.

Iriye was happy she was on good terms with Tasha, her hairstylist, as she made a quick house call. Tasha helped her install a wig she had yet to take out for a spin. She also cut the hair to ensure it looked good, giving her more layers.

Once the final touches were made to her outfit and she had taken a sufficient number of acceptable pictures, she got into the complimentary luxury Uber that the charity event was providing for everyone.

Iriye tried to relax as she felt the nerves coming upon her, checking the last message she sent Aaron that day. She had been balancing her nerves about shutting down her dream job and possibly attending her first event with Aaron. And it seemed like her nerves were beating her ass. 

Possibly was a strong word for her, as she was sure she and Aaron weren’t sitting together. He had been invited courtesy of Lanterns, and she was one of Samuel Arenas’ guests.

She couldn’t bug Aaron as it seemed he was there for business and she was there for her displeasure.

Her Uber soon pulled into the Warner Brothers gates and dropped her off at the area where the charity event was being held. Her jacket was still around her, and her heels hit the pavement as her driver helped her out, and she thanked him. 

Iriye saw the red carpet and smiled as she realized whose name they were calling. 

“Aaron, one picture over here,”

“Aaron, look here.”

“Pose a little for us,” 

Iriye hadn’t seen Aaron like this often: the performer. She had seen the lover, devoted friend, brother, actor, and everything else. But this was new. He seemed stiff, trying to relax as the lights were blindingly in his face and photographers yelled for his attention.

Iriye began walking closer to the entrance, but she stopped when she saw Samuel Arenas approaching her.

“You were gonna try and skip the red carpet?” Samuel asked.

“Well, I wasn’t planning on getting dressed up tonight, but here I am,” Iriye said.

“You look amazing, if that helps,” Samuel stated.

“You haven’t even seen my whole outfit,” Iriye chuckled.

“Don’t need to. You’re a stylish young woman,” Samuel shot back.

“Samuel, if you’re trying to butter me up to take the contract, I've already made my mind up,”

“Iriye, I don’t need to butter you up. You’re going to make the choice you want. I respect that. But that doesn’t mean I like it, especially knowing how talented you are. The potential you have that is untapped,” Samuel explained. “You’re a good writer, but you can be a great writer.”

“You don’t think I’m a great writer?”

“No. But you can be. I invest in the writers I bring into my room. I want this crazy industry to continue to have new blood, and I believe you can be that,” Samuel stated, his assistant coming up to tell him it was time for him to walk the carpet. “You going to go inside or step out into the spotlight?”

Iriye raised an eyebrow at Samuel, thinking about his words. Then she took her jacket off, revealing her dress. She handed her coat and clutch to his assistant. Samuel held his hand out to help Iriye walk up, and she brushed past him, making it to the start of the red carpet. Aaron was in the middle, and she stepped forward to one of the marked spots. Samuel must have told one of the photographers her name because she heard them yelling for Iriye to look their way, wanting to get her shot. 

Iriye posed slightly, aware it was only for charity. She caught Aaron staring at her momentarily, his gaze fixed on her stocking-clad legs, which her short dress accentuated. She gave him a brief smirk, prompting a grin from him. As she noticed Samuel stepping onto the red carpet and the cameras shifting toward him, she moved a bit closer on the carpet toward where Aaron was.

Aaron had finally made it to the end, and Iriye was going to walk further down when Samuell came closer, following her down till they were away from the prying eyes of event photographers.

Iriye smiled brighter when she realized Aaron was waiting for her at the end. 

“Iriye, you look-“ Aaron paused as Samuel approached her.

“Are you ready to find our table, Iriye? I think the others are waiting,” Samuel stated before realizing Aaron was there. “Samuel Arenas,” He held his hand out to Aaron for him to shake.

“Aaron. Aaron Pierre,” Aaron and Samuel shook hands, Iriye hearing the smack from their hands colliding for a shake.

“Aaron is starring in Paradise Lost for the studio,” Iriye said, seeing them pull away from the shake.

“I’ve heard. Congratulations to you both,” Samuel stated.

“More so, her. I’m just along for the ride,” Aaron said. Iriye smiled at his words, trying her best not to be flustered.

“Well, hold on to her coat tails. She’s gonna have a very long and successful career,” Samuel complimented her.

“Samuel, is it okay if you go ahead inside without me? I need to talk to Aaron for a minute,” Iriye mentioned. Samuel nodded before walking inside.

“Can I say you look ravishing?” Aaron asked, a smile on his face as his eyes darted to the top of her cleavage.

“Yes, you can. I might even let you take it off me later tonight,” Iriye said, playfully batting her eyelashes at Aaron. “You look handsome as well.” She moved to pick a piece of lint off his jacket, letting her hand slide down his chest over his suit jacket.

“We don’t have to wait. We’re not far off from my trailer,” He teased, stepping towards her but keeping a respectable distance.

“Down boy,” Iriye joked. “Patience is a virtue, and we still have an event we must be at against our will. And besides, I spent way too much time and money to get all dolled up like this. I gotta get the most out of it,”

“Well, I will make sure whatever you spent on all this will be refunded with interest,” Aaron bit his lip.

“You’re a trip,” Iriye playfully rolled her eyes before looking into the doors to the charity event. “I guess this is where we go our separate ways. I will see you tonight afterwards.”

“Let me at least walk you to your seat,” He said, noticing that many cameras were only outside. 

“Yes, you can,” Iriye said, letting him lead the way inside. Aaron kept things polite, his hand on her back to help guide her to the table she was supposed to be seated at. 

Iriye could see the eyes of other industry folks on them, but more importantly, on Aaron. He was magnetic, and she could understand why. His smile could range from calm to joyful. His tall stature was significant in the room, but not overpowering, and his joy radiated. She is happy to be basking in his light. 

“Iriye, I’m glad you didn’t get lost,” Samuel said as Iriye and Aaron made it over to the table. Of course, the other writers at the table gave their smiles and polite looks as they saw Aaron. One jumped up to introduce themselves quickly to Aaron, and she stepped out of the way. Samuel moved to pull her seat out, allowing her to sit down.

Iriye caught Aaron's small smile on his face from the gesture, but quickly fixed it with a smile towards her.

“Thank you, Aaron, for walking me over,” Iriye said, giving him an appreciative smile.

“Who are you sitting with?” Samuel asked Aaron, and he gave a slight shrug. 

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I think a few other actors and actresses, though I’m sure it won’t be as fun as you all will probably have,” Aaron stated politely. A few chuckled, Iriye smiling at Aaron.

“Let us know and we’ll pull up a chair for you,” Samuel said. “We gotta get a chance to meet. Discuss some TV opportunities in your future.”

“Will do. Have a great night, everyone,” Aaron said before giving one last look at Iriye. She tried her best not to get bashful, sipping her water.

As the night went on, dinner was served and champagne poured as Iriye talked to some of the other writers at the table: some industry veterans, others new, and everything in between. Different people came together to share their experiences and excitement for the TV show and the writer’s room to start. 

Iriye was trying to stay locked in, but she kept glancing over at Aaron’s table. She saw him smiling and laughing occasionally with the other actors and actresses, who were flocking over to him.

“Enjoying yourself?” Samuel asked Iriye.

“I am. You assembled a great group of writers,” Iriye admitted. “I’m kind of mad I won’t be a part of it,”

Samuel raised an eyebrow at her before taking a sip of his drink.

“You’re not going to take the job?” Samuel asked.

“Sadly, no,” Iriye stated.

Samuel remained silent until a few people got up from the table.

“So, who is stopping you from taking the job?” Samuel asked.

“Excuse me,” Iriye stated with a raised eyebrow.

“Boyfriend? Girlfriend? I know how this generation is,” Samuel raised his shoulders. 

“Men. I’m into men,” Iriye said. 

“What man are you sticking beside?”

“You need to get off of TikTok,” Iriye rolled her eyes. 

“My teen daughter says I need to stay in the know,” Samuel chuckled. “But seriously, you’re going to produce Paradise Lost in London, right?”

“I am,” Iriye said.

“I’m guessing your boyfriend will be there too?” Samuel asked.

“I’m not saying no to your offer because of my partner. And a woman doesn’t have to shape her life around love,” Iriye pointed out.

“But you shouldn’t give up your career for it either,” Samuel stated. “Take it from someone who has firsthand experience with that. I wasn’t always the breadwinner that I am now.”

Iriye took a sip of her champagne glass, listening intently.

“My first ex-wife is a cinematographer, and when we first got together, she supported us as much as possible. I was grateful and supportive of her as best as I could be. We had our daughter, and I stayed home. But when things started to pop off for my writing career, we had to choose whose work was the priority. And the arguments began. Resentment grew at times for both of us. By seven years old, my daughter was being handed off between households, and divorce papers were being drawn up,”

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Iriye reached out her hand to touch his to offer sympathy.

“Sometimes, you have to learn lessons the hard way. You can’t make the same mistake twice.” Samuel offered. “I’m not trying to convince you. I don’t want to see your talent wasted. It's not that you would be wasting it, but you should stand firm in your beliefs. And make sure you’re making the best decision for yourself,”

Iriye thought about his words, nodding to herself.

“I appreciate the advice,” Iriye said, finishing her glass of champagne. “I’ll be back,” 

Iriye headed outside, needing to ground herself with some fresh air. She walked further into the light, the moonlight bouncing off the soundstages serving as the light for the area.

Her mind was racing about which was best for her: her career or Aaron. She wanted a moment of peace and needed to think.

“Iriye,” She heard Aaron’s voice, opening her eyes to look at him. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is better now,” Iriye said, walking closer to him. He pulled her closer to him, and she held onto him.

“You know where we are at, right?” Aaron asked her. Iriye looked up at him, seeing the soft smile on his features. “The soundstage where we met,”

Iriye looked towards where the number was for the studio and recognized it easily.

“It is,” Iriye stated. “First time I ever gave you grief,”

“It was good grief to me,” Aaron began moving them in a circle, Iriye following his lead. “Made me want to know more about this little lady who was quick to boss me around,”

“You know there is nothing little about me,” Iriye stated. Aaron chuckled, feeling his hands move to her backside.

“Good thing I can handle all of it,” Aaron stated. “Not just the beautiful body but the heart, the mind, and the creativity. You’re everything, Iriye,”

Iriye felt tears come to her eyes, and she leaned up, kissing him softly.  Aaron’s hand came up to her cheek and stroked it.

“I love you…” Iriye said softly, looking up into his eyes as she pulled away.

“I love you, too,” Aaron said, his eyes darting between hers. 

Iriye kissed Aaron before taking his hand and leading him back to where she knew his trailer was. They walked hand in hand, not fearing if someone saw them.

Aaron unlocked the trailer door and helped her up the steps before following after her. Iriye set the lights low, Aaron watching her as she turned her back to him. 

“You mind helping me get out of this?” Iriye asked. Aaron pushed himself off the counter and went behind her. He pulled her back into him, and she whimpered as she felt how hard Aaron was behind her. He moved her hair to kiss her neck, Iriye moaning softly.

“You smell so good. Bet you even taste good too,” He whispered roughly against her skin. His hand trailed to the zipper of her dress and he pulled it down.

Iriye helped him slip the dress down, the corset bra she wore underneath coming into view, the matching panties, and her garter belt keeping her thigh-high stockings up. She kicked it away, turning so Aaron could see her.

“You like what you see?” Iriye said, a newfound emotion catching in her throat. For once, she felt vulnerable in a different way.

“I love what I see,” Aaron moved closer to Iriye, pulling her in for a deep kiss. His hands slide to her ass and squeezed, Iriye’s hands moving to the front of his pants and grasping at his length through his slacks. “Shit,” he muttered against her lips. 

Iriye pulled back from the kiss, her hands moving to push his jacket off.

“How badly do you want me?” Iriye asked. 

“So fucking bad,” Aaron groaned as she brushed against him. She pulled back before he could get his hands on her.

“Then strip and show me,” Iriye demanded. Aaron looked at her with a curious smirk. Iriye moved to sit on the couch built into his trailer, leaning back and licking her lips.

Aaron kicked his shoes off, moving to pick up her dress and suit jacket. His hands moved to take his turtleneck and chain around his neck. She bit her lip, took in his arm tattoo and chest, and saw the sparse hair.

“You’re gorgeous,” Iriye said aloud. A shy smile took over Aaron’s face. “I mean that. You have to be the most handsome man I have ever seen, and because you want me, I’m so lucky.”

Aaron felt a sense of safety with Iriye. He felt bold enough to be in the moment with her and take her compliments. His eyes devoured her breast as some spilled from the top of her bra. He moved to pull his belt out and dropped it to the counter before unzipping his pants, all while watching Iriye’s hand trail over her breast.

“Who said you could touch?” Aaron asked her, shimmying his pants off

“I’m in charge tonight,” Iriye said. Aaron moved to her, and she looked up at him, perching until she was kneeling. “Keep your eyes on me,” She kissed his abs and treasure trail, her nails dragging lightly against his thighs.

“Iriye, someone is going to notice we’re missing,” Aaron said, moaning as he felt her nails move to the waistband of his boxer briefs. 

“Let them notice. All I want is you right now,” Iriye said, pulling down his briefs. She was met with his hardening length, and she licked the tip playfully. She teased the head slowly before sucking it into her mouth, her eyes connecting with his.

Aaron’s hand came to her cheek, grasping it but letting Iriye remain in control. It was what she wanted. 

“Oh my god,” Aaron groaned, and she smiled around it before holding it at the base and letting him go deeper in her mouth. She could hear him trying to catch his breath, every groan and moan along with curse words intermingling as she bobbed her mouth on his length.

Iriye’s hand joined the mix as she went to his balls, rolling them softly in her hand, tasting his precum on her tongue.

“Iriye, baby,” His hand was trying to pull her off of him, but she worked her mouth to keep up. 

Iriye looked up to see his brows knitted together, the vein in his neck straining, and his hand holding her cheek, trying to control himself.

“I’m c-close,��� He groaned. With that, Iriye pulled away. 

“We don’t have much time, remember,” Iriye teased. She licked her lips, and Aaron looked down at her. He lifted her face to his lips and kissed her deeply. 

“I need you out of these, now,” He said, his hand moving to the back of her bra, trying to unclip it. Iriye swatted his hands away and unclipped the front of the corset, letting her breast spill out. He helped her get it off before kissing her deeply again. He crawled over her, his hands moving to unclip the garters on her thigh highs. She was just about to kick her heels off when he stopped her. “Nah, leave them on.”

“Yes, sir,” Iriye teased, helping him pull her panties down. He kissed each of her ankles after he pulled them off, throwing them to the side. Aaron got up to shuffle his briefs off before grabbing a condom from his wallet.

Once Aaron had the condom on, he moved back between her legs, looking down at Iriye.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said, and Iriye felt her cheeks warming. He leaned down to kiss her again, their tongues tangling as Iriye wrapped her arms around her neck. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” She said, rolling her hips towards him. “I need you,”

Aaron pulled back, placing her legs over his shoulders as he leaned on his knees. Iriye took a deep breath as he pushed his length into her, still feeling him stretching her out.

“Iriye,” Aaron breathed as he allowed himself to get settled over her. Even when he was above her and inside of her, she needed him closer. She moved to pull his shoulder down, and he folded her until her knees were on his shoulders, and he was going deeper.

“Oh god,” She cried as he was so deep inside of her. Aaron pulled his hips back and slid inside of her again, Iriye’s hands moving to find purchase on his shoulders.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Aaron groaned, trying to remain in control, but the way she felt warm through the condom was messing his head up.

“No, you’re so good. So deep,” Iriye whined, her walls fluttering around as she relaxed into him being deep inside of her. He began a pace that had Iriye moaning out with every thrust inside of her.

“Shit Iriye,” Aaron rolled into her, his hips coldding with her backside as he had her folded up. His body was over hers, and Iriye was in heaven as Aaron wrecked her.

Wet slaps of skin colliding echoed through the trailer as Iriye lets out pathetic little moans. It was different. She was in love with Aaron, imagining the rest of their days together. They were making love, and she was excited that they would be together in London.

“You feel so good baby,” Iriye cried out, her nails dragging against Aaron’s skin as he would thrust forward and catch her clit against his pelvis.

“You too. So fucking warm and wet,” Aaron thrust harder for good measure, the sound of his condom covered cock sliding deeper in her. “You get this wet for me?”

“Oh fuck I do,” Iriye moaned. He began thrusting harder into her, having no where to go as he held her by the back of her knees and plowed her pussy.

“Good. Fucking love you for that,” He groaned. Aaron leaned down to kiss her, Iriye whimpering against his lips. He lost his rhythm for a second as their tongues collided, Iriye’s pussy clenching around him. “Shit Iriye,”

Iriye giggled as she clenched her walls around Aaron again.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” He said, pulling her roughly by her ass into him.  She was allgiggles until she felt him lean down with her ankles on her shoulders and Aaron began fucking her for dear life.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Iriye gasped, her hands trying to find purchase against the couch. She felt the stretch of being folded over, having to take every thrust from Aaron and his cock. “A-Aaron! Fuck,” Her hands went to grasp his biceps, every last brain cell leaving her head.

“Nah, take it. I know you can,” Aaron demanded. And he was right, she could. But it was so intense, and she could see his eyes so bright with lust.

“You’re fucking m-me too good,” Iriye cried, her hands moving down his back, nails digging and grasping where they could. “W-Why you fucking me like this?”

Iriye was desperate, tears coming to the corner of her eyes as she looked at Aaron, seeing a little bit of wickedness in them. It was the same look he had given her when he told her she needed him.

“Because you let me. Because you want me to,” Aaron said, his hips speeding up and finding her g-spot. He focused on hitting that fleshy spot inside of her, and Iriye’s moans turned to sobs as he didn’t let up. “You want me to. Right, Iriye?”

“Y-Yes,” Iriye whimpered, her hand trying to slip between them to slow him down.

“Fucking move that hand away,” Aaron groaned. Iriye tried catching her breath and pulled the hand away, hearing the slaps of this cock inside of her growing wetter, the pressure building more.

“A-Aaron,” The feeling of being fucked this way was beginning to be too Intense for Iriye and she was losing her mind.

“Just breathe. I go you,” Aaron reminded her, kissing her again before biting her lip. “Give in to it. Don’t hold back. Okay?”

“O-Okay,” Iriye nodded before Aaron began moving his hips faster, his cock hitting her g spot and the pressure intensifying. Words became a struggle, and Iriye could only moan and whimper out.

Iriye was going to cum and shatter hard, not even caring if she was getting louder. She was focused on the feeling of Aaron fucking her, her cries and the length inside of her. Her eyes shut tightly as she felt it; her orgasm shattered over her to a point that she squirted. Her vision spotted as she was still folded up and Aaron was still fucking her. It was intense, each stream of wet cum gushing out to the point Aaron’s length couldn’t stay in fully. Iriye felt like she couldn’t even say anything, just grasping onto him.

Aaron pulled back to let her legs go beside him, brushing his length against her clit.

“Don’t stop,” Iriye breathed out, and she cried out as Aaron slipped his length back inside of her, rolling his hips. Iriye kissed him deeply, rocking her hips against him. 

“God, Iriye,” Aaron could feel how needy she was for him. And he wasn’t afraid to show that to her as well. His hands trailed to hers and intertwined with them as he rolled his hips harder into her. 

“You feel so good. I wanna make you feel good,” Iriye whined, rolling her hips against him. “I love you,”

Aaron moved to kiss her deeply, his hips thrusting into her with a quickness as he chased his high. He groaned into her mouth, having to pull away and bury his face into her neck as he cried out, his orgasm shooting into the condom.

Iriye stroked his back, the sweat pooling on their bodies as they came down. Her lips found his neck and shoulders, leaving sweet kisses on them. Aaron turned to kiss her, and she hummed softly against his lips.

“I love you,” He whispered to her.

“I know,” Iriye chuckled. “I love you, too.” 

After a while, Aaron and Iriye fixed themselves up, hating that they had to return to the event. 

“We could just hide in here,” Iriye reasoned as Aaron helped her zip her dress.

“We could. But I’m sure my manager would be mad if I didn’t at least try to ham it up with a few more people,” Aaron rolled his eyes.

“That’s my bit,” Iriye said as she looked at him through the mirror they stood in front of.

“You’re rubbing off on me in more ways than one,” He reasoned.

“I know I am,” She chuckled before gasoing as she felt a sharp slap to her ass. Iriye moved to turn his head so they could share a kiss over her shoulder.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” Aaron joked, even if he pecked her lips again.

“I’ll write you a get-out-of-jail email. Say we needed to discuss the script,” Iriye turned in his arms and kissed him properly. “You’ll stay over tonight?”

“Of course I will,” Aaron said. He leaned in for another kiss when he felt his phone buzz. “Cue the mood killer,”

Iriye captured his lips again before he pulled away. He handed her the key to the trailer. 

“Lock up when you’re done,” He said. He kissed her hand after she took the key. “I love you,”

“I love you, too,” Iriye watched as he pulled away, leaving the trailer. She saw how much of a mess she looked, trying to fix her makeup as best as possible.

Aaron had returned to the charity event, trying to text his manager that he was on his way inside. Just as he was about to enter the party, he saw Samuel Arenas step outside, jacket on and phone in his hand. He nearly ran into Aaron before he caught himself.

“My bad,” Samuel stated to Aaron.

“No problem at all,” Aaron stated, sending off one final text.

“I am a fan of your work. I wish I had gotten you on this TV show before you got Paradise Lost. I’m losing out big time this year—a great actor. A great writer,” Samuel shrugged.

“A great writer?” Aaron asked.

“Paradise Lost. Iriye turned us down for the film. The studio was willing to let her work on both, with the film getting priority. I even heard they were considering offering her a first look deal, depending on the work she did for the show,” Samuel mentioned. “I probably said too much.”

“No, I’m glad to hear how much others value her work,” Aaron said, feeling like water had been dumped on his head. I’m lucky, I suppose,” Aaron said as he caught Iriye walking up towards the event.

“That you are,” Samuel said, seeing Iriye as well. “It was nice meeting you. If you ever want to talk, here’s my number,” Samuel handed Aaron a business card. “There’s good money in TV,”

Aaron took the card and shook Samuel’s hand before he left. Iriye had stopped to mingle with a producer who had caught her, and Aaron watched on. She looked perfect and right where she belonged, mingling with the powers that be. And somehow, Aaron felt like he was still in the way, even from afar.

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[quillydraws]

Site-STAR’s Official Dossier

…

…

…

Where was it?

…

No, not there…

Aha!

Alexander Hamilton had been combing through his correspondence, searching for a specific piece of information — he had a place to be, and he’d be in a terribly sorry state if he didn’t find it soon! Though, find it he did; so at least that wasn’t going to screw him over today…

From: florian_ev3rgreen@scp.net

To: hamilton-alexander@scp.net

CC: Dr. Burr / Agent [Elizabeth] Schuyler

Subject: Welcome to Site-STAR! 

That was an oddly enthusiastic subject line for something quite this serious, Alexander thought privately. Deeper in his head was the thought that he had never heard a word about this “Evergreen” fellow before, but that was pushed aside as well, in favor of reading on. 

To the new researcher, ALEXANDER HAMILTON,

Tally ho! As written earlier, welcome to Site-STAR, of the SCP Foundation — I do hope they’ve prepared you. 

Presently, Alexander nearly found this insulting — of course he was prepared, goddamnit, he had written extensively for years about what he was getting into! Well, until the Foundation learned of his knowledge of the anomalous and took him into questioning — but that point of origin didn’t matter. He was going to do official research there now, yes? Yes. Alexander was, thank you very much.

Now, Site-STAR, as I am sure you have gathered, contains anomalies of all classes — a given, as I hope you’d know. You have been granted access to most Safe and certain Euclid anomalies contained in Site-STAR, and you are pending assignment to a specific SCP. [Good luck, seriously.]

…Anyways, as for location: Site-STAR are located within New York City — maintaining the facility “Star and Cosmo Planetarium” to the civilian population. Site-STAR does indeed function as an observatory, maintained by select Level 1 personnel. [Well, and researchers who have been removed from higher tasks due to misdeeds. Not the worst punishment, really.]

Really sticking to a theme, Alexander noted wryly. Noted also was the idea of… a mundane job being a sort of punishment. Alexander did see that to be a logical choice— for his racing mind, observatory work would be hell for him in its stagnancy. 

I can practically hear you pondering “who do I need to know?”—

Decidedly, Alexander did not voice such a thing aloud. 

So, let’s see. Here’s the document on the key personnel, linked here. [You better read this, mate.]

There is one [1] file attached.

+ Display attached file? 

- File displayed!

Position: Director of Site-STAR

Name, title: Dir. George Washington, “Site-STAR Director”.

Clearance Level: Level 4

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Dir. Washington’s official photograph.]

Position: Agent of the Ethics Committee

Name, title: Dr. Samuel Seabury, “Ethics Agent” / “Doctor”; the latter used as an honorific frequently.

Clearance Level: Variable; 2-3, with specific access to certain Level 4 documentation per the Ethics Committee.

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Dr. Seabury being photographed. He holds a document, presumably speaking on behalf of the Ethics Committee.]

Position: Head of the Department of ‘Pataphysics

Name, title: Head Researcher Aaron Burr, “‘Pataphysics Director”

Clearance Level: Level 3 — added clearance for Project [•••••]

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Researcher Aaron Burr. He holds SCP-[REDACTED] behind his back.]

…

Commit that last one to memory, HAMILTON; BURR has been assigned to orient you as you begin to understand Site-STAR. Best not to get his name wrong, yes?

Another matter — though she is not listed in the key personnel file [the reasoning escapes me, really], the other member of staff that will guide you is Agent ELIZABETH SCHUYLER. 

Alexander blinked, stopping to clean his glasses. Alright, I suppose I’ll have a… mentor of sorts. That’s new. The up-and-coming researcher stared ahead at his brightly-lit monitor, contemplating over the bit of information presented to him. 

Alexander Hamilton, truly, had never had significant help with his anomalous research prior to this — he prided himself on being a wunderkind unassisted, of course! Be that as it may… perhaps this was due. Yes, perhaps company wouldn’t be terrible. Certainly not for Alexander’s prospects of making a name for himself, in any case.

Their emails are as such:

Dr. Aaron Burr: adotburr@scp.net

Agent Elizabeth Schuyler: eliza_schuyler@scp.net

I do believe this is all you shall need! With that being said — good luck, reader[s]. 

Secure — Contain — Protect

Your fellow researcher,

—Dr.

That was odd. There wasn’t a name at the end — of course, Alexander knew the sender’s name from the email address — though he still found it slightly peculiar. Why wasn’t there a name at the end…?

Perhaps he realized that this was a notion only he would ponder, for Alexander puts it to rest. For now. 

[Wow. The first Site-STAR writing :> I hope ya’ll like it!! im not the best writer — like have you SEEN what the scp wiki / wanderer’s library cook up?? — but still! hooray!!]

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[Your friend,]

[—Florian Evergreen]

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 3 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 4

"So, have you heard of the new girl?" Regina asked, twirling a lock of hair on her finger.

You were still sitting on the couch several hours later. It was beginning to get dark.

"Caty Heron or something?"

"Cady, yes. What do you think of her?" Regina bit her bottom lip, sucking it and chewing at it in her mouth. Back when you were younger, her mom would've chastised her. Mrs George was lax about a lot of things, but she could not stand fidgeting. Nowadays, though, you doubted she had the heart to say anything negative to her daughter.

"I..." You tilted your head, thinking. "I don't really think of her. We're in the same calc class and she seems smart. Talks to Aaron a lot."

"Does she?" Regina narrowed her eyes and huffed. "I thought so."

"What? Don't tell me you're still hung up on Aaron Samuels. C'mon." You scoffed. "That dude, pretty as he is-" You knocked at your head. "All fluff, no substance. Hollow."

"Oh, because you would know so much about guys." Regina crossed her arms and stared at you petulantly.

"Yes, I would. I'm practically one of them." You shrugged nonchalantly. "By the way, shouldn't you get home?"

Regina didn't answer and just looked at you. You looked back, unsure of what she was thinking. You glanced around, wondering if you'd missed something.

"You're still- I mean, you're... A lesbian." She said slowly as if it were a curse word.

You laughed before answering. "Yes, Regina, I am still a lesbian. Just like I told you I was back then." You frowned. "Is there, like, a problem?"

"No." She said simply, but it didn't seem particularly truthful. "You don't know about what happened with Janis, then?"

"No, I just know she had to switch schools. Why, was it something you did?"

"No." Again, didn't seem too truthful. "I don't have a problem with you being a lesbian."

Clearly, she was uncomfortable talking about it. Still, something was off. You were almost certain Regina had had something to do with Janis leaving. She was probably lying to you.

"You're not going home for dinner then." Better to drop it for now. It wouldn't do either of you any good to push her. "Will your dad be mad?"

"As if he even notices I'm gone," She rolled her eyes, settling more comfortably on the couch. "He's always on the phone."

"I have frozen pizzas we could pop in the oven."

"I'm not eating that processed shit. We're ordering in."

"Reg, I can't order takeout 'til dad sends me more money."

"I'm paying, dummy, don't even worry about it." She pushed off the couch and walked to the kitchen. You trailed after her. "Where are the menus?"

"There should be some in the cabinet over there."

The evening turned to night with you two on the couch, chatting and eating pizza. The TV was turned on eventually. Adult Swim was playing some anime about cowboys in space, but neither of you was really watching.

You'd missed her so much. You didn't like thinking about it much, but that was the truth. You'd missed her for even longer than the two years you'd been officially cut off from her life. She'd started pulling away long before the silent treatment began. You didn't like thinking about how much it had hurt, how you'd felt your world go bleak when she rejected you. You'd never been one for confrontation, that was Regina's job, so talking to her about the why and how of it all had never felt like an option.

You'd eventually gotten the hint. And now, after all this time, after she had left you so easily, you were letting her back in just as easily. As if you were back in that time, sitting in the sandbox peacefully making castles when she came up behind you, pulled at one of your pigtails, and demanded you share your buckets and shovel. You were helpless against her force.

There was probably something deeply unhealthy about your friendship. She was probably only coming back because it was convenient for her. She wasn't interested in making amends- hell, she probably didn't even think there was anything to amend, in the first place.

This had been the way you two had been since forever. Her ploughing through anybody in her way, you clinging to her as she went, just as much of a victim and a perpetrator.

The Regina you missed was the impression of a girl, braces on her teeth, grass stains on her sundress, and laughter on her lips. The Regina that perhaps, maybe, probably was still hidden somewhere in her, but at the same time was just not her. Who she was now, who you were now, were so utterly different from back then.

Watching her face, illuminated blueish by the light from the TV, so much older but still soft and young, framed by naturally blonde hair but bleached a lighter shade, you made your peace. You were probably being way too dramatic about all this, but it felt like a big moment in your half-baked teenage brain. You would take her back every time. You would let her leave every time. You would stay in place while she explored the world, and if she deigned to come back, you'd be waiting.

"Hey, Reg," You said, quiet but not exactly a whisper.

"What?" She looked up at you, just bent over the coffee table grabbing another slice of pizza.

"I missed you." You said, so earnestly it sounded jarring to even your ears.

She scrunched up her nose. "'Cause I bought you pizza?"

"Yeah," You laughed. "That too."

If you hadn't been looking so closely, you might've missed the brief lapse in her armour. It was in the softening at the corners of her eyes, in the slackening of her face, the give in her spine. Something like affection, like she'd missed you too.

"You're a weirdo."

You only laughed more.

The moment passed and you continued eating and talking and watching TV. You must've fallen asleep at some point after Regina went to remove her makeup. Eventually, you couldn't tell when, you woke up to the sun shining through the blinds right into your eyes.

Shit. It was Monday. You pawed around yourself for your phone, flipped it open, and checked the time. Shit, indeed. You nudged Regina with your toe.

"Reg..." She didn't even stir. "Reg!" You pushed harder, causing her to groan and whine.

"What? Five... M're mins..." She mumbled into the cushion, curling up tighter.

"We're late for school, Reggie, c'mon we gotta go." You momentarily contemplated if it was worth even going in. Your dad would be busting a lung at the missed calc class anyway. But did you want to give him more reasons to yell at you? No, not really.

"I gotta go, c'mon." You moved towards her and really shook her.

"What?" She grumped at you. To be honest, it was really cute. She had dust around her eyes, sleep still lingering in her limbs. You'd touched her shoulder, covered by the knit blanket you'd given her last night, but you could feel how warm she was.

"School. It's Monday morning, sleepyhead."

It took no more than that for the reality to set in for her. Cursing up a storm and running around like a headless chicken, Regina tried gathering all her things that'd somehow ended up scattered around the night before. Her perfume was in the alcove by the front, her charger in the kitchen, hairbrush in the bathroom.

"Do you want a ride?" You asked before heading upstairs to change. Couldn't go to school in just Spiderman boxers.

"I have nothing to wear!" She screeched, glaring at you as if you'd caused this. She was the one who wanted to stay the night, jeez.

You held up your hands in surrender. "You can borrow some of my stuff."

"As if you have anything remotely fitting. You dress like a hobo." She said all that while climbing up the stairs past you, heading for your room. "A hobo with a liking to grunge music, nonetheless."

You walked after her, listening but not feeling the need to add anything. Once she got to your door and you went to follow, she whirled around.

"Uh, I'm gonna change." She sassed, though the intimidation was made less effective by the bareness of her face and the messiness of her hair. You smiled and gestured for her to go on.

"Be my guest." As if she needed the invitation.

To her credit, it didn't take long for her to pick something to wear, wash her face, and do her hair. In the meantime, you used the hallway bathroom to freshen up yourself. She stepped out wearing the same white tank top as the night before, over it a short-sleeve button-down in a glossy, satin black, and a black skirt she'd probably found at the very back of your closet. The button-down was neatly cinched around her waist and the skirt discreetly rolled up to be shorter than it really was.

The shirt was probably the nicest thing you owned. Something a relative had gotten you for your birthday. Versace or something like that.

"I'm going to have to go to school in sneakers, jorts." She pointed at you accusingly, leaning over threateningly where you sat on the floor. You looked up at her and just shrugged. What could you do?

She rolled her eyes and waved you away. You took the cue that it was your turn. You didn't bother closing the door behind you. Some wash jeans from the back of your desk seemed clean enough. You sniffed them just in case. Not too funky, but definitely not fresh. They'd have to do. You chucked the hoodie, sprayed on some deodorant, and replaced it with a short-sleeve flannel. You looked into the mirror and checked your hair was okay before grabbing your backpack.

"Okay, let's go." You turned to see Regina staring at you incredulously.

"That's it? That's your morning routine?" Leaning against the doorway, you couldn't help but notice she looked fantastic. It was a real talent of hers, looking so good all the time.

"Usually, I'd eat breakfast." You herded her out of the door. "Do you need to get your things?" She probably didn't have any of her school stuff.

"No, I didn't unpack my purse before coming here." She said, checking said bag as she did. "I'll do my makeup in the car, drive sensibly."

"Psh, as if you need to tell me. You're the speed demon, from what I've heard."

"There's nothing wrong with the way I drive, grandma."

"Until you get your license revoked, speedster."

Needless to say, Regina was not impressed by your 2001 Corolla. And though she complained the whole way to school, she still sat in the front seat, doing her makeup, there was no heat behind her words. You arrived in the middle of the third period. Nobody was out and about, much to Regina's relief. You parted ways with a wiggle of her fingers and a finger salute from you. You sat in the car for a moment, just breathing and thinking.

She didn't say thank you, didn't say she had a good time, didn't even bother pretending she'd enjoyed your company. It seemed like a relief she was finally getting away from you. Was that how she felt?

Now that your friendship had progressed beyond small talk while you worked and pleasantries over dinner, being ignored at school felt a lot more hurtful.

It was sobering, how she could goss and laugh with you on your couch and then act as if being seen with you in public was social suicide.

What made it feel even worse was that it was true. If Regina was seen hanging around you, god knows what the piranhas that were the student body would do. It would end with either or both of you ostracized or worse. Regina could bend minds and shift opinions like it was a superpower, but even she had her limits.

You got out of the car, locked it, and ambled towards Spanish class.

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not to be a raging queer but i love how

Okay.

Mean Girls 2004.

Cady's POV.

We're shown Cady's crush on Aaron Samuels in a few ways. Lingering close ups, like she's memorizing his features. The camera follows him throughout his day to day life, as though she's watching him closely and appreciating the little moments where he's simply doing his thing and being himself. I really appreciate how we're shown the romantic attraction there, and that it's not just taken for granted.

I appreciate even more that the same thing goes for Regina George but dialed up to eleven.

In addition, Cady talks even more about how she wants to appeal to Regina more than she wants to appeal to Aaron. She has a crush on Aaron, Cady does, absofreakinglutely, but he's almost there as a by-product of Regina.

I'll never get over how we're shown Cady watching Regina George and the camera goes into slow motion and captures every little moment and refuses to falter even when Regina blows a kiss. Yes it's a good way to demonstrate Regina's superiority in the school and single her out - iirc she might actually be the only one who gets a slow-mo shot from Cady's POV - but because it's singling Regina out from Cady's POV, it effectively romanticizes her IN Cady's POV as well.

I'll never get over this shot/reverse shot. Get you a girl who looks at you the way Cady Heron looks at Regina George.

It's the same face with which she checks out Aaron for the first time too btw. The only difference is the softer indoor light.

Mean Girls was a milestone moment for 00s era queers just with Damian's existence and how he was portrayed alone. He has a big personality, he's at the forefront for all of it and has amazing lines, his gayness is brought up several times both textually ("too gay to function") and metatextually (him singing Beautiful by Christina Aguilera, him owning a pink shirt - in 2004 him having that was a declaration in and of itself). He is not anywhere NEAR the closet except for his clothes. And he's also accepted. He goofs off with his fellow art geeks at the art geek table - it's not just Janis who's laughing at his class clown antics. Hell, Janis is the one who rags on him the most FOR being gay, and we're meant to understand that she gets a pass and her openly stating it is effectively an act of solidarity and acceptance even if she is kinda a dick about it.

But for me, the ability to read sapphism into it so freaking easily also qualifies it as that. It's not textual. It was 2004. Damian is the only 'framed as a good person battling the evils of highschool dictatorships' protagonist who isn't shown smooching a love interest by the end of the movie. Hell, he kisses Janis instead as they get caught up in the atmosphere, even though they both immediately curdle in disgust and "No, no, nope" it. So Cady and Regina can't be TOLD to have that kind of tension.

But we're SHOWN it. Oh BOY are we shown it. It even practically ends on it. In the final 'the class barriers have been broken down' scene, we're not shown Cady giving a long look at Aaron as he walks by with his team mates and smiles at her, giving her a nod in camaraderie to show that they've both made it into this new beginning and they can put the fights of the past behind them. He's literally not even there.

Who's in that scenario instead? Cady, yes.

And Regina Motherfucking George.

also please note that the final breaking point for Regina, the one that sent her flying home in a screaming and flushed rage, the one who made her voice tremble, was CADY. It was Cady's betrayal. Cady singular. Not The Plastics as a unit, no, it was Cady and her Kalteen bars. It's not The Plastics as a unit whose picture she butchers for the Burn Book. Just a picture of her and Cady, arm in arm, smiling for the camera.

One of the most common 'couple breaks up' tropes btw, next to eating ice cream, is cutting up pictures to literally cut the ex out of the POV character's life. Just saying.

Further, Regina won't hesitate to weaponize herself and throw herself under the bus (lol) to get her way. It's part of what makes her such a formidable opponent and villain. It can also tie into this inextricably if you think about it.

Mean Girls, above all, is about 'girl politics' and the way girls, especially teenage girls, flounder and struggle and assert themselves in a patriarchal society. It's about how girls are and aren't allowed to act, behave, think, even what they're allowed to look like and who they're allowed to hang out with. About what they are and aren't allowed to BE. And so it isn't only the platonic feminine bonds that suffer in this. It's everything else, too. After all, it was accusations of lesbianism, the notion that Janis was in love with Regina, that excommunicated Janis from Regina's kingdom.

But it was also Regina who brought it up, and who demanded the performance of compulsive heterosexuality in the first place.

[boggledmind]

Sonic Characters in Hamilton the Musical

this au is literally going no where I just had to get this out into the world so I can stop thinking about it anyway-

Hamilton- Sonic (because duh/main character energy/he could be smart if he wanted to be/this is my au so he's cool like that)

Aaron Burr- Shadow (also because duh)

Eliza- Amy Rose (for all the sonamy shippers out there love ya to death; also just makes most sense in my brain)

Washington- Vector (idk he's older, Vector as president is cool to me)

Laurens/Philip- Tails (yes he dies twice, yes you will suffer, yes I will laugh)

Lafeyette/Jefferson- Silver (I think he and Sonic could hardcore beef and I'm here for it, Cabinet Battle 1 and 2 who???)

Mulligan/Madison- KNUCKLES (bc who else bro this is too perfect)

Angelica- Blaze (she and Amy could give crazy sister energy and she could probably spit bars lets be so fr)

Peggy/Maria- Sally Acorn (idk much about this specific character besides maybe reading like one or two archie comics so sorry to all the Sally lovers out there this is just based on the vibe for me)

King George III- Eggman (lol, he would whine like this fr)

Other Characters just bc I wanna throw them in:

Charles Lee- Jet the Hawk (bc he would totally bail to save his own skin, also just fits the vibe I feel, not sure why he's beefing with Vector tho)

George Eaker- Charmy Bee (Tails is fucked dude, Charmy bout to go crazy, ultimate Sonic hater now)

Samuel Seabury- Espio (not that he would lose an argument that badly, but because he's so pretentious and I think it's funny)

[sleepi-toasti]

Meet bailey!

bailey (14) lived in a 2d weirdcore world with color kingdoms. she was the princess of the cyan kingdom. one day, bailey fell into a portal that goes to the real world. since bailey lived in a 2d world, she is 2d also. and the real world is 3d, so she's like a piece of paper the size and shape of a human lol

bailey now lives in Houston, but she tries to get back to her original world. she lives with the Mitchell family: Mr Samuel Mitchell (48), Mrs Lauren Mitchell (47), Amy Rodriguez (26, and she's married), Nathaniel Mitchell (17), Madison Mitchell (14), and Aaron Mitchell (9).

also, bailey originally has solid black hair when she lived in her world, but after being introduced to twenty one pilots music, she dyed the bottom of her hair red (to match josh dun)

(another thing: she genderfluid)

(here's bailey in her princess outfit lol)

I'll make the Mitchell family soon, but here's info abt them

Samuel:

he works a 7-5 job and doesn't like it bc it doesn't pay as good as it should be (his boss is stealing money out of the worker's paychecks)

he wants to work a higher paying job (specifically the job Lauren works at)

Lauren:

the family actually does good bc her job pays a good amount

she's the real household leader (she's a tough love kind of mom)

great at cooking

works as a school teacher (the school is a good school and pays more)

Amy:

she lives in San Antonio and works as a pediatrician

when she visits, she helps her mom cook

her husband, will, is actually a really cool dude

Nathaniel:

goes by "nate"

he's actually a closeted gay person, and despite the fact that he's never told anyone, madison knows

the boy he likes is Matthew Anderson, the captain of the schools basketball team

he's also on the basketball team

Madison:

she's a twenty one pilots fan

she's the one who got bailey to listen to twenty one pilots music

she actually never has been to a concert, until her mom bought two tickets (one for Madison and one for bailey) to the Clancy world tour show

she knows abt nate's sexuality because she read his journal, which had entires (like diary entries) that talked abt how much nate liked matthew, pictures of nate and matthew hanging out together, and drawings of matthew (it's all about matthew with you HUH NATHANIEL?)

she yaps about her obsessions a lot lol

Aaron:

he's a silly goober

likes playing Minecraft with nate and matthew (yes matthew comes over sometimes, mainly to do school projects with nate)

has a teddy bear with a red bowtie named Fuzzy

he brings Fuzzy everywhere he goes (yes, even school. he keeps Fuzzy in his backpack)

[james-town]

Refined my Les mis daemons ideas… this time featuring name, gender, and specific species of the dæmon (yes this is a worldbuilding post for something I’m working on for barricade week, why do you ask)

Javert- Édouard the male bloodhound

- Javert has a hard time doing things that do not involve following the law, either of France or of God. In this way, he can be considered “obedient.” Specifically, the bloodhound is a French dog known for its ability to track human scent over long distances.

Gavroche- Danièle, unsettled, female

- Gavroche is between 10-12, so his dæmon would not have settled yet. Her name is Danièle in reference to 2012 Les mis Gavroche’s actor.

Valjean- Hugo the male grey wolf

- In Les Mis, criminals are allegorically compared to wolves, and Javert is said to be a “dog son of a wolf” (further tying Javert to a dog dæmon). In his dark materials, wolf daemons signify bravery. Hugo is the French form of Hugh, as in Hugh Jackman, and also the last name of the author of Les Mis, Victor Hugo.

Cosette- Amand the male Eurasian skylark

- Cosette is compared to a lark, because she is up singing and working before the dawn when she works for the Thenardiers. When spoken of generally, larks are usually referring to the Eurasian skylark. Amand is the masculine French form of Amanda, the name of Cosette’s actress in the 2012 film.

Enjolras- Aaron the male lion

- Lions are brave, natural leaders, and powerful. They also tie into the sun imagery surrounding Enjolras. Aaron is given in honor of Aaron Tveit.

Grantaire- Georges the male sable ferret

- Ferrets are crafty and intelligent, and domesticated, which I felt suited Grantaire well. The ferret is sable because grantaire is usually depicted with black hair. Georges is the French form of George, as in George Blagden.

Eponine- Samuel the male carrion crow

- Carrion crows are crafty and observant, and omens of death, along with having drab, dark plumage. Samuel is the male form of Samantha, the actress’s name.

Fantine- Jeannot the male imperial moth

- It felt appropriate to me that Fantine’s dæmon be relatively fragile. Imperial moths are tarnished golden and brown, reflecting Fantine’s hair color in the book and the degradation of her beauty.

Marius- Anne the female European turtledove

- Turtledoves are a classic symbol of love, as they mate for life. The turtledove also has quite the mournful tune, which felt appropriate for Marius.

Thenardier- Sacha the female bushy-tailed woodrat

- Bushy-tailed woodrats are rats, and Thenardier is a rat. Also, bushy-tailed woodrats are very status oriented and conniving. Sacha is given in honor of the actor, Sacha Baron Cohen.

Mme Thenardier- Bonhomme the male Maltese

- Malteses are little crusty white dogs. They have been a popular companion animal since antiquity. Also, they are very loud. Unlike a working dog, I think a companion dog signifies a desire to be pampered. Bonhomme, meaning “good man,” is the French version of the Bonham in Helena Bonham Carter.

Courfeyrac- Francis the male seal point mitted cat

- Cats are curious, intelligent creatures, who live in large groups. Francis is colorpoint and mitted because that is the pattern of the Birman, a French cat breed. Francis is in honor of Fra Fee, the actor from the 2012 film.

Combeferre- Killian the male black squirrel monkey

- Monkey daemons signify intelligence, wit, eloquence, and strategy. Only the craftiest of people have monkey daemons. Squirrel monkeys are some of the smallest primates, and black squirrel monkeys the smallest among them. This seemed more conducive to revolutionary work. Killian is in honor of Killian Donnelly, the actor in the 2012 film. Don’t ask how Combeferre knows about a monkey native to Venezuela. Maybe he read about it in a book.

Bahorel- Jean the male Eurasian brown bear

- It just feels very fitting that Bahorel would have a bear. The only bear native to France is the Eurasian brown bear. The name Jean is given because most characters in Les mis are named Jean, and also in honor of Iwan Lewis, the actor from the 2012 film.

Jean “Jehan” Prouvaire- Alexandre the male common nightingale

- Jehan is a poet, so a nightingale is fitting. Alexandre is given in honor of the actor’s name, Alistair.

Feuilly- Gabriel the male chocolate Labrador retriever

- Labrador retrievers are working dogs, and Feuilly is a working man. Also, in most interpretations, he’s brunette, so his dæmon is as well. Gabriel is the name of the actor.

Joly- Hughette the female blue cat

- Cats are very intelligent and fastidious about staying clean. Hughette is blue in reference to another French cat breed, the chartreux. The name Hughette is the female French version of Hugh, which is the actor’s name in the 2012 film.

Bossuet “Laigle” Lesgle- Hélène the female bald Eagle

- Obviously, Bossuet has an Eagle dæmon. She is a bald Eagle despite the lack of bald eagles in France because I wanted to joke about Bossuet being bald, and also because freedom.

[itzsparklingruby]

Forbidden Love

Summary: While drunk, Michael tells Samuel a secret that he shouldn't have. As for Andrés, they are hiding something.

Notes: “Andrés” and “Aaron” are the same person, just different personalities. Michael will sometimes speak in Irish while Samuel and Andrés will sometimes speak in Spanish.

Friday, August 1st, 1862

Eleven in the night

St. Victoria, Niwabing, Alexandria

At Samuel's house:

It's a starry night in St. Victoria. Two friends, Michael and Samuel are staying at the latter’s house, drinking alcohol and talking about life in general.

“And that was the moment I decided to move to Alexandria. It was a difficult choice having to leave Arabella behind, but there was nothing that I could do. She deserved to rest in her hometown, not in an unfamiliar place.” Samuel mentions sadly.

“But despite all that, you're happier now, are you not?” Michael says, slightly drunk.

“A little, yes. But it is true that I miss my life back in Etinilia, mainly because Arabella is gone.” Samuel says sadly. “I have moved on from her death, but I still miss her deeply,” he adds.

“I understand what you mean. I lost my sister to that stupid mill fire. The only family member I have -hic- left here in St. Victoria is Avery, but we barely speak to each other.” Michael mentions sadly, and is still drunk.

He drinks another glass of alcohol.

“That… that is why I feel so close to you, closer than anyone I-I ever met. Because I relate to -hic- you a lot. Losing a loved one, society hating us for… for being immigrants, shit like that.” he says, being slightly more drunk than before. “A man like you deserves someone special, someone that can understand and care about you. Someone that will forever be by your side until the day that you die.” he adds.

Samuel blushes after hearing those words.

“I also think that you are very handsome. Your eyes are beautiful to… to stare at.” Michael compliments his friend. “You mean everything to me, I cannot bear the thought of losing you,” he adds.

Samuel blushes even more.

“You are acting weirdly. Is it because you drank seven glasses in less than two and a half hours?” he asks.

“Perhaps, but without them, I would never have gotten the courage to tell you all of this.” Michael responds. “I will be forever grateful that you came into my life. Being by your side feels like home.” he adds with a smile on his face.

Samuel blushes even more and drinks directly from the bottle.

“You will get… you will get sick if you keep drinking that.” Michael says.

“I can handle more glasses drinks than you ever will.” Samuel says, being slightly annoyed. “You should go to sleep, you are acting even stranger than you normally do.” he adds in a more stern tone as he puts the bottle on the table in front of him.

“I am not acting -hic- strange, I am just telling you the truth.” Michael mentions. “I don't want to lose you, that is… that is the truth.” he adds.

“Please stop, you are giving me false hope for something that will never happen.” Samuel says in a slightly annoyed yet sad tone.

“I cannot comprehend what you… what you mean.” Michael says, still drunk. “I genuinely care about you, and I would -hic- do anything for you,” he adds.

“Stop it.” Samuel says annoyed and slightly angry.

“I am fully aware that I will regret telling you this tomorrow, but right now, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, with all my heart. Loving you for ten years and not saying anything hurt my soul. But after all this time, I finally said those words.” Michael says happily. “I know that you don't feel the same way, and I know that you will report me to the authorities and get me killed, but that does not matter to me, not right now.” he adds in a slightly sad voice as he tries to touch Samuel's face.

The latter stays still, blushing hard but trying to hide it.

“Tell me Sam, do you love me too?” Michael asks nervously.

“I…” Samuel starts nervously.

He takes a deep breath before answering.

“How about we talk about all of this tomorrow? It is better if we talk about this once both of us are sober and well rested.” he adds, trying to keep his composure.

Michael lets out a yawn.

“Of course, that sounds -hic- like a good idea.” he says tiredly, but with some obvious disappointment in his voice.

He lets out another yawn.

“Oíche mhaith Sam.” he says tiredly.

“Buenas noches Micah.” Samuel says, trying to act normally as he gets up and walks away.

Michael, still disappointed, grabs the pillow and blanket that are on the small table besides him, lays down on the couch and goes to sleep.

…

Samuel goes upstairs to the balcony.

“Ten years, that is a long time. He has seen me when I was at my worst, and yet, he loves me.” he thinks. “I never expected this outcome, but I love it. I should tell him that I love him back, and then we will see how we will handle this situation.” he thinks.

He looks up to the starry sky above him, and admires it.

“Sometimes I wonder what you would think about all of this, Arabella. I know you told me to move on, and I did, but I don't think any of us could have expected me to fall for Micah.” he thinks. “But, I think you would have accepted it. You said that you wouldn't care for who I loved, only my happiness.” he thinks.

“Papá, what are you doing here? I thought you were with Michael.” a voice says from behind.

Samuel turns around and sees his teenage kid, Andrés, standing behind him.

“Andrés, why are you awake? It is almost midnight.” Samuel says, slightly worried.

“Why are you awake at this hour? It is late, is it not?” Aaron responds in a sassy and slightly mocking tone.

“I am an adult, I can sleep later than you. You on the other hand are a teenager, and teenagers need to get good sleep if they want to become healthier and stronger when they grow up.” Samuel answers, slightly scolding his kid. “Besides, you are my son and I care about you. That is why I want to know.” he adds in a calmer voice.

“Why do I hate the word “son” so much? I could care less when Papá called me that before. But now, I hate it when he says it.” Aaron thinks.

“Fine. I understood your point.” they say, annoyed. “I was reading a book before going to sleep. I thought it was interesting, so I finished it. I answered your question, are you happy now?” they add in an annoyed tone.

Samuel sighs of disappointment.

“It's fine, at least you told did not lie to me,” he says.

“I was actually spending time with Sławek, but I was not going to tell you that. Besides, you never check my room at nighttime, so you never would have realized when I arrived anyway.” Aaron thinks.

“And what about you? You were with Michael before, weren't you?” he asks.

“He was tired and drunk, so I told him that he needed to sleep.” Samuel answers. “I just came here to let him rest and take some fresh air,” he adds.

He turns around and stares at the stars. Andrés stands besides him.

“Andrés, my son, if I were to find someone special that I loved, what would you think?” Samuel asks.

“As long as she treats us with respect, it's fine. That includes Michael, he is part of this family. At least, that's how I feel.” Andrés replies.

Samuel smiles slightly.

“And she must also treat Sławek with respect! He is my best friend and I care about him a lot.” Andrés softly mentions. “That's normal, isn't it?” they ask with a bit of hesitation in his voice.

“Of course, it is natural to care a lot about your friends, just like how I care about Micah.” Samuel answers.

They both stare at the starry sky in silence before Samuel breaks it.

“I am curious, are you in love with anyone?” he asks.

“I…” Andrés starts. “Yes, I love Joanne. Her smile makes my heart flutter, her eyes are a beauty and her blonde hair is quite soft. Her company makes me feel loved. Just thinking about her makes me delighted!” they add, being slightly nervous.

“And do you wish to tell her how you feel?” he asks.

“I am slightly unsure, what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she hates me after finding out? Even worse! What if she tries to hurt me in one way or another after I confess to her?!” Andrés replies, slightly panicked.

“And why would she want to hurt you?” Samuel asks.

“Because…” Andrés starts. “Because it's wrong! Both of us are from different countries and she might think it's bizarre and scandalous! That is the truth, and it terrifies me.” he adds, slightly nervous. “As much as I want to tell her, I won't, I don't want to ruin our friendship, and I don't want her to hate me either.” he adds.

Samuel puts his hand on Andrés shoulder as a sign of comfort.

“I understand how you feel. I was also terrified when I fell in love with your mother. A rich girl with a poor immigrant boy, that was scandalous. I never expected her to love me back, but she did.” the former mentions. “I know you're scared, and that's perfectly fine. Whether you tell her or not is your choice, and I will respect your decision, no matter what. As long as you are happy with someone that treats you right, I will respect your relationship with that person.” he adds in a calming tone.

“Even if it's wrong? Like with Joanne?” Andrés asks nervously.

“Yes, even if it's wrong.” Samuel reassures his kid.

“I…” Andrés starts nervously. “I-I will go to sleep now. Buenas noches Papá.” they end up saying nervously as they walk away.

Samuel stays on the balcony, looking at his kid, a little confused. Once his kid leaves, he looks back at the starry sky.

…

Andrés goes to his room, closes the door, lays on his bed and covers himself with blankets.

“Should I tell him? He said he would accept my relationship with anyone even if it's wrong. But I told him that I loved Joanne, which was true, but Sławek is much kinder and prettier than her in every way.” he thinks with a smile on his face that quickly fades away. “Still, Papá fell in love with my Mama, and it was wrong because of their social status and their nationalities. But my love for Sławek is forbidden because a man cannot date another man.” he thinks.

They then realize something.

“But… I am not a man, I look like one, but I don't feel like one. Weirdly enough, I don't feel like a boy or a girl. So, is it forbidden in that case? Doesn't matter, society will still hate me, and Papá might hate me too.” he thinks sadly.

They stare blankly at the ceiling

“I wish I could tell Sławek how I feel towards him. Trying to ignore these feelings and suppress them is painful.” they think.

Andrés thinks of Sławoj’s smile, his icy blue eyes, his soft blonde hair, his energetic and delightful personality, all of that before he stops himself.

“Stop it, this is wrong and he just sees me as a friend, nothing more” they sadly think.

While he stares at the ceiling, he feels like something's stroking his hair in an attempt to calm him down.

“Mama? Is that you? No, it cannot be get, Heaven doesn't exist, does it?” they ask themselves. “It's fine, I am probably feeling things that aren't real, again.” they answer in their head.

After a while, he turns sideways, closes his eyes and manages to fall asleep.

…

The next day, Michael wakes up with a headache on the sofa. He gets up slowly.

“How much did I drink last night? Ten glasses? I feel awful!” he thinks.

Slowly, blurry memories of the night before come back to his mind.

“I did all of that?! But, why does it seem like he didn't mind at all?” he thinks. “I need to talk to him about this.” he thinks as he gets up and walks slowly towards the stairs.

He arrives in front of Samuel's room, and knocks on the door.

“You can enter!” Samuel says loudly.

Micheal opens the door and closes it. He then sees his friend standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair.

“Sam, could you tell me what happened last night?” Michael asks nervously.

“Well, you were drunk and you said that you loved me.” Samuel responds as he brushes his hair.

“And what did you say? What do you think about it?” Michael asks nervously.

Samuel puts his hairbrush on the desk.

“I told you that we could talk about it once we were sober,” he answers. “As for what I think, I… I also love you, a lot. I was surprised that you felt the same way, I mean, both of us are men, and it's wrong, but that never stopped me from loving you.” he adds softly.

Michael blushes, hard.

“How long have you been in love with me?” he asks curiously.

“I cannot remember, but I did notice them around eight years ago.” Samuel replies. “I was already over Arabella, so perhaps that is why I noticed my feelings at that moment in time and not earlier.” he adds.

They both stay quiet for a bit. Samuel then approaches Michael and touches his face.

“I love you Micah, I love you so much.” Samuel says softly.

Michael brushes a stand of Samuel's hair out of his face and touches it.

“I love you too.” Michael says softly.

They both stare at each other's lips and slowly kiss each other. The kiss warms both of their bodies, and makes their hearts flutter. They then slowly pull away and hug each other.

“But, what about Andrés? When are you going to tell him about this?” Michael asks.

“Not for now. I just want to know how our relationship will progress, and once it gets more serious, then I will tell him.” Samuel answers.

“So we have to hide our relationship around him for now?” Michael asks.

“Yes, but I don't think it will be for long. After all, he is my son, and if I explain this to him, he will understand.” Samuel answers.

Michael smiles slightly and rests his head on Samuel’s shoulder.

“If we ever drink again, please remind me to not drink more than three glasses, I feel awful!” Michael says tiredly.

Samuel chuckles a bit and hugs his lover.

“I told you not to drink so much.” Samuel says in a bit of a teasing tone.

Michael looks at him, with a slight annoyed face.

“Cibé rud.” he replies, with an annoyed tone in his voice as he looks away.

Samuel just looks softly at his lovert.

“How about you rest on my bed? You can sleep there.” he mentions with a softer tone.

Michael nods. Samuel helps his lover lay on the bed.

“Try to sleep, alright? You'll feel better once you wake up.” Samuel says softly.

“Is breá liom tú, Sam.” Michael says tiredly as he closes his eyes to sleep.

Samuel smiles lightly as his lover and kisses him on the forehead.

“Yo también te amo, Micah.” Samuel whispers.

He then exits the room, closes the door, and goes to the kitchen.

…

Once in the kitchen, he starts making breakfast.

After around twenty minutes, Samuel finishes breakfast. At that moment, Andrés arrives at the kitchen, all dressed in regular clothes and not pajamas.

“Buenos días Papá.” they say.

“Buenos días Andrés, would you mind setting up the table for the two of us?” Samuel asks his kid.

“Michael is weak from drinking so much last night? Not surprising, he does have low tolerance to alcohol, doesn't he?” Aaron mentions in a slight mocking and rude tone.

“He does, yes, but you should really stop talking in that tone, it is a little rude.” Samuel scolds his kid.

Aaron rolls his eyes and starts setting up the table. Once they're done, Samuel brings the pancakes to the table. They both sit down and start eating their food.

Shortly after they're done, someone knocks on the door.

“I'll go get it.” Andrés mentions.

They open it and see Sławoj standing there.

“Sławek! How are you doing?” Andrés happily asks.

“Everything's good, what about you?” Sławoj asks, also being a little happy.

“A little tired, but otherwise everything's fine,” Andrés replies.

“Uh huh.” Sławoj says. “Raven, if you are not so tired, would you like to go to the city plaza with me?” he asks with a bit of nervousness in his voice.

“Most certainly, my dearest friend.” Aaron replies in a confident tone.

Sławoj laughs a bit.

“Raven, what are you? A fancy poet from ancient times?” he says with amusement in his voice.

“Maybe I am.” Aaron responds, still in the same confident tone. “Should we go out now?” he asks.

Sławoj nods.

“Papá! I will be at the plaza with Sławek!” Andrés shouts so that their dad can hear them.

“Just come back before supper!” Samuel responds loudly.

Andrés smiles and quickly puts on his shoes to go out.

“See you in a few hours Papá!” they say loudly.

They close the door and check three times they it's locked, and once they're done, they walk away with Sławoj.

…

After Andrés leaves with Sławoj, Samuel heads to his room. He enters discreetly, grabs a book from his bookshelf and sits down on his bed, trying to be as quiet as possible in order not to wake Michael up.

“He looks pretty when he's asleep.” Samuel thinks with a smile on his face.

He reads a little and keeps reading for a bit before he eventually gets tired and decides to sleep, next to his lover.

The End

[bookaddict05]

The tales of Tessa

hey lovely's, this was requested by the one and only @ladmarkinnit

this is a one shot POV from the point of view of tessa in their 'Anyone but her' series (y/n x Janis). In this story i will be referring to y/n as milo

at the mean time this will only remain as a one shot however maybe in the future it could become a series.

anywho on to the story

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I'm home alone when I get a text from my cousin saying she is outside and needs my help.

I walk down the black spray painted metal spiral staircase that connects my room that's in the loft to the 2nd floor of the house. I rush down the 2nd set of stairs and unlock the door, Regina comes crashing through the door in a frantic pace.

"Whoa, you okay? what's happening?" I ask concerned

"What's going on with milo and Janis? Are they dating or not?" she asks agitated

"Erm, I'm not sure if they are dating however I know they both have feelings for each other, why? "

She paces back and forth having an internal conflict debating weather to tell me what's on her mind or not

"I think .."

"I -"

"OH MY GOD SPIT IT OUT ALREADY" I exclaim

"Ihaveacrushonmilo" she says

"YOU WHAT!?"

" I KNOW I KNOW"

"BUT YOUR WITH AARON"

"I KNOW, PLEASE DONT SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE, ITS THE COUSINS RULE"

As I am about to say something, my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and see that it is Cady, and I show Regina and she gives me a nod to answer.

"Hey girl, what's up?" I ask

"You will never guess what... JANIS AND MILO ARE DATING!" she screams down the phone that I have to pull it away from my ear.

oh no I thought to myself, I whipped my head and looked at Regina and the look on her face told me she heard it. Face like thunder she grabs her things and storms through the front door and before I could stop her she slams the door in my face.

"You had to say that loud didn't you" I hung up the phone and run out the door and see Regina getting in her car. I quickly run over and open the passenger door.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Never been better" she says with a devilish smile, obviously concocting one of her devious plans.

"hey, Gina, don't do anything you will regret at the end of it okay" knowing what I won't stop her but hopefully will make her think about it.

"Don't worry I won't" she says still grinning and leaning across the passenger side to shut the door and drives away.

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I am running around on the pitch practicing my tackles when I see a familiar face walking towards the bench. Aaron Samuels, every time I look at him my heart skips a beat, and I know it so wrong to feel this way about my best friend's brother and my cousins boyfriend, but it just feels so right. I walk up to him and grab my water off the bench and look up at him and I notice his beautiful ocean eyes are red and puffy.

"hey are you alright?" I ask softly as we both go to sit on the bench.

"Regina just broke up with me" he says heartbroken.

"oh Aaron I am so sorry, do you want to talk about it ?"

"No not really just needed to see a kind face right now, and I remembered that you have rugby practice and well my feet did the rest"

He lifts his head and looked me in the eyes and I gave him an encouraging smile.

That's when an idea popped into my head, and I bent down to take off my boots and put my trainers back on. I stand up and take his hands into mine and pull him off the bench.

"Come on, we are going to the beach" I say with a smile.

Before I moved away when I was younger, me, Milo and Aaron would always run to the beach at every chance we got, it became our place, a place where we could find escapism and just breath and let go of the pressure of the world. Yes I know its hard to think that we had troubles at a young age but if you have met my cousin you would know that she has been Queen Bee since she left the womb, well in my world she has been. Always the favourite, the prettiest out of the both of us, while I just got forgotten about. This is why I loved our beach days because no matter what when we were there it was just us and together and no one got forgotten about.

When me and Aaron arrive at the beach I could tell that his face started to light up a bit, a slight smile starting to crack through his stone like features. I jump out of the car and run over to the passenger side and dragged him out. We ran down the little sandy path towards the sound of crashing waves.

"The last one there is a rotten egg" I say giggling while running.

"Hey no fair you got a head start"

"I don't make the rules" I say sticking out my tongue in a playful way.

As I am running I kick off my shoes and take off my socks. Aaron follows my lead just before I go to jump into the water, I take off my sports crop top, leaving me in my sports bra and sport shorts. Just as I am about to splash my feet in the brisk sea water, when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my stomach and lift me off the floor, swinging me in a circle.

He carries me in to the water with him, him making first contact with the water.

"Hey no fair I was here first" he loosened his grip so I was able to turn and face him. His hands grazing against my skin when doing so sent butterflies throughout my whole body.

Still in his grip he says "I don't make the rules" with a grin spread across his face.

"There's the Aaron I know and love, don't you ever let yourself cry over a girl who doesn't know what she had right in front of her, even if she was my cousin"

we stare in to each others eyes the space between us becoming less and less. As he still holds me by the waist we float in the water, on of his hands leave my waist and brushes the hair out of my face, looking deep into my eyes as he leans in and places a soft kiss on to my lips.

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now head on over to @ladmarkinnit's page to read the full story.

I hope you liked Tessa's POV :)

[william-laurens]

intro :)

Hello, friends!! I’m William Laurens!

And yes, I am related to John Laurens!! He’s my older cousin and everyday I strive to be just like him!! But currently, I am a small writer, just trying to keep up my good writing skills.

//okii hello :) it’s @half-eaten-baguetteee I decided that I wanted to join the chaos squad so here i am ig-

About me!!:

age: 22

i ship John and his “friend” Alexander :D

birthday: April 1st

funny(at least tries to be)

crazy at times

nervous wreck

nerd

I dislike bigots, incest and ped0ph!les

My best friend is @c-hendrixx

anyways, I hope you enjoy my blog!! have a wonderful day :)

//info about joining the infamous chaos squad under the cut!!

✨Wanna be apart of the roleplay? Now you can!✨

Taken characters: Alexander 📒(Already here lol) Highschool ver (@ask-chubby-hamilton-hs-au)

Lafayette ⚔️ (@ouioui-lafayettes-askblog), Highschool ver (@highschool-lafayettes-askblog)

Thomas 🔉 (@ask-thomas-jefferson-1) , Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-thomas-jefferson)

James Madison🔇 (@ask-james-madison-stuff), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-james-madison)

Washington 🪖 (@ask-general-washington)

John 🪦 (@ask-john-laruens), Highschool ver (@ask-hs-john-laurens)

Hercules 💪( @askh3rculesmu11igan), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-h3rcul3s-mu11igan)

Aaron Burr 📚 (@ask-aaron-burr1)

Theodosia jr 🎀 (@ask-theodosia-blog)

Maria ❤️‍🔥 (@mreynolds-ask-blog), Highschool ver (@mreynolds-hs-ask-blog)

James R. 🖕 (@jreynolds-ask-blog-1), Highschool/ College ver (@jreynolds-college-ask-blog)

Susan Reynolds 🌼 (@ask-susan-reynolds)

Eliza 🩵(@e-schuyler-ask-blog )

Angelica 🩷(@angelicashuylersaskblog)

Peggy 💛 (@peggy-schuylers-ask-blog)

Samuel 📜(@samuel-seaburys-askblog), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-samuel-seabury)

Phillip and Eacker💖 (@that-876girl474)

Martha Manning-Laurens 🌹(@martha-manning-laurens-ask-blog)

Deborah Sampson 🤭 @ask-deborah-sampson

Open characters: literally everyone else that's not listed already

(also ocs are TOTALLY RECOMMENDED, i love seeing peoples ocs ☺️)

OCS: Caroline Jefferson 🌸, Arthur Hamilton 📕, Josephine Payne 💥(@umi-teardrop)

William Laurens ⭐ (@william-laurens/@half-eaten-baguetteee),

Clementine Schuyler 🌻 (@ask-clementine-schuyler)

✨Rules✨

1. Don't be rude unless it's a part of the character

2. Please be friendly

3. Please turn on anonymous asks :3 (That's the point of an ask blog. To be asked stuff :])

4. Be respectful ( be respectful of race, gender etc. or else)

✨Thats all, but there may be more rules to come✨

Also, some characters have no lore/ Backstory, so if you want, you can make them a Backstory!

have fun everyone!!! <333

[deniable-masterpiece]

...i mean i did know you liked that since im a #loyalanon and also...maybe...perhaps but thats not fair since im a whore for wally anyways...

i cant wait to read the charlie fic since you're about to describe his ass like its a magical work of art which it is

and yes that video is so hot...like both of them...no because imagine being their like pathetic little ball catcher and you know theyll fuck you in the showers after but youll have to deal with their "casual" gas as they let them rip as they hit the ball and grunt or as they walk past you to "waft" it near you i WISH i saw people use gas as a dumbification or hornification or any ication tool like reader has no sexual urges but then when someone like charlie farts they just wanna be bred by the man... whatever whatever i lost the plot a bit - bow bow

wally is straight porn, everything about him is something I need to be slutted to. im serious when I say EVERYTHINGGGGG and maybe some conversion therapy will have to take placeeee

gahhh hopefully it'll be out tonight, it mayyyy hit the shelf tomorrow because I came back to my dorm and im sooo tired, and I agreed to see companion with my roommates tonight. also I wanted to add that im from the us so idk a damn thing about squash so it probably will be inaccurate😭

and yessss that's so hot, I just need them to be a leaky tank of farts, like no effort is needed to push them out and anytime they step or even slightly move they let one out just gahhhh using the racket to waft it to you

and no fr that's actually so hot, I love stuff like that so muchhhhh. as if Charlie isn't hot enough to get that anyways but I love the dubcon aspect and how he can make you totally into him and his bitch like THAT. like no prep, no date, you just suddenly get overwhelmed with the urge to fuck him and he just farts in your face for weeks until your mind doesn't know anything but his stink and that you love him and that hes you daddy- i

the plot was lost but it ate. give me like every man every doing that to me now. TOM PETER PARKER USING IT ON A POPULAR BOY (whose friends with all the girls, hence tom!peter calling us a girl the whole time) THAT DOESN'T totally like him back, like maybe we just see him as a friend and potential crush if there's like. no other men on earth. so he uses spiderman to "save us" and force proximity to fart on us (picturing dark!Peter who webs us up and does it without the precursor of saving us) orrrr he does it in class. sits in front of us and shamelessly rips ass and when we get all prissy and grossed out by it, hes just smirking the whole time, knowing how we're about to be on him, like Regina George to Aaron Samuels (speaking of, I need Aaron Samuels in my bed this valentines day)

okay I lost the plot even more I fear

[opalescence-wolph]

Greetings everyone here on Tumblr. My name is Opalescence Wolph, but you may call me Opal if you so desire. I am a...tragically cursed angel who was forced to fall due to said curse. I will not be disclosing who cursed me as I do not wish to talk about it.

Ahem...little about me: I was a kaiju slayer in my youth...well, technically I'm still young given I died when I was 20 and that happened 4 years ago now so I am now 24. Yes, I am technically dead, tragic I know.

I go by he/him pronouns and I am bisexual

'Tags':

Posts: messenger scrolls

Reblogs: angel blessings

Favorites: wing feathers

Interactions with other 'RP' blogs: benevolent spirits

Interactions with Popcross fans: dove wings

Answers to 'Asks': angel's wisdom

[OOC tags: ooc posts, popcross rp, mvt rp, rp blog]

I was informed that there are blogs similar to my own that I will try to list out, if I miss anyone by mistake, please notify me. Ahem...

Professor Dresden Oakland @prof-d-oakland

Sir Jackson Bright @sir-bright

Their son Samuel Sparks...or Bright? Oakland? @thelaststarstriker

Samuel's boyfriend Jackie Blaze @rockandfire

Charlie the Biomech @charlie-the-biomech

Ylthar the dragon overseer @yltharthedragon

Harold the Herald...quite the interesting title @stickyhandscowboy

Alexis Jones the Reaper @thenewreaper

The last survivor of dimension B133 Dilwyn...does he have a last name? @dilwynlives

Clayton Costas the demon hunter @beefyglowstick

Jasper Morgan the cowboy @foundations-cowboy

His boss James Aaron Siegel @founders-faith

And...quite a few "archons" as they're called

Eldrorrok the horror archon @eldrorrok

Fantorrel the fantasy archon @fantorreli

Psychoperdelicth the psychological thriller archon who is...apparently dead? @psychoperdelicth

And apparently the child of Romillacect the romance archon is on here, her daughter Amara @amarathemoth

I believe that is everyone but let me know if I missed anyone...my my, there's a lot of people to keep track of on this site.

Anyways, feel free to ask me any questions, and I'll answer them as honestly as possible. Thank you reading, and have a good day or night

[randomheadcanons]

When Aaron and Mona meet, 1810.

Aaron liked Forsaken Bluff. It was a mostly sleepy little town that suited Aaron just fine. Additionally, because the town catered to supernatural folk, they often had warm blood on hand. That always made his journey back from the California territory of Mexico easier. It wouldn’t be long before it became a state territory, Aaron reasoned; it had too much value as a resource haven for the Union not to take notice and ultimately grab it for itself.

His time in California was good; he and Bruce always had a good time. He also took the opportunity to get to know the other vampires in the area; one never knew when it would come in handy, and Aaron liked to keep tabs.

But it was time to head home. He had some affairs to attend to back in Jamestown. He needed to check on his younger brother, Samual. Though younger was a relative term at this point; Samual would be about 45 now, Aaron mused. Far older than Aaron himself would ever get. And “checking in” as Aaron saw it, was probably far more unsettling to a human than a vampire. Aaron loitered around his family’s farm, of which Samuel was now the owner. He would hang around for a couple days, watching his brother, before leaving a monetary gift on the doorstep before disappearing. Aaron never left a note, nor did he stick around to see Samuel find the envelope. He simply left, trusting that Samuel would do what he needed to do with the money.

Hopefully invest, Aaron thought to himself with a snort before entering the saloon. While the stock market was less than 20 years old, Aaron sensed that it was going to be quite popular, especially as his contacts in New York were involved in the original market in Holland.

“What will you have?” The bartender asked. She was tall and tan. Her blonde hair was bound at the nape of her neck, the scar on her lip bending with her smile.

“A glass of A-” Aaron smiled, taking a seat at the bar.

The bartender grimaced. “Sorry darling,” She apologized. “I’ve got AB+ and O-“.

“O is fine,” Aaron assured, waving his hand.

The woman nodded. “Want anything in that?”

“Uh,” Aaron mused, “Bourbon, if you don’t mind.”

“Make that two,” said a new voice to Aaron’s right. He looked over and smiled.

Vampires, generally, were beautiful; it was a natural part of their arsenal to catch prey. When turned, a human’s most attractive attributes were heightened, to better draw in their next meal. Aaron was used to seeing beautiful vampires.

But this woman was something else entirely.

Her deep, rich, dark hair was coiled elegantly on top of her head, with wind whipped strands framing her face. Her equally dark eyes drew Aaron in immediately, and he knew that those eyes had seen centuries of life already. Her lips…her lips were a soft pink and would no doubt gain some color with the blood cocktail that was placed in front of her and Aaron.

She was alluring.

“Hope you don’t mind that I swooped in,” she said, picking up her drink.

Aaron blinked, “No, of course not,” he assured, putting 2 half dollars on the counter. “My treat,”

She smiled, craning her head over to a quiet table in the back. “That’s kind of you,” She said softly. “Care to join me?”

Had Aaron had a heartbeat, it would’ve skipped several beats.

He picked up his own drink before following her to the table. He beat her to it and pulled her chair out for her, which she took, tucking the seat of her dress underneath her as she sat.

The other nice thing about Forsaken Bluff, Aaron mused, was that he could move as freely and quickly as he desired without fear of repercussions.

“What brings you to Forsaken Bluff?” the woman asked, taking a slow sip.

“Passing through,” Aaron supplied, “Coming from California, and you?”

“Heading to,” she said with a smile. ”meeting some acquaintances there,”

“Are you traveling alone?” Aaron asked, some concern in his voice.

She laughed. “Yes.” She paused, taking another sip. “It’s 1810, after all. And I can take care of myself,”

”Of that I have no doubt,” Aaron agreed. “Where is home?”

“Italy,” she said, glancing out the window, “have you been?”

“Not yet,” he admitted. “There’s so much to explore here,” he said, gesturing around, then grinned. “But I have time.”

She nodded. “Plenty of time.” She agreed, finishing her drink and offering her hand. “I’m Desdemona de Leon,” she introduced herself. “And you?”

“Aaron Shepard,” he replied, taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back of her hand. Her eyebrows rose in bemusement.

“A true American then,” she mused.

Aaron nodded. “Yes ma’am, born 15 years before the War, turned in 1781.”

“Oh very young,” Desdemona commented.

Aaron shrugged and smiled easily, “Plenty of time to explore,” he agreed. She smiled back. It was like the sunrise Aaron hadn’t hadn’t seen in 30 years.

“Well, Mr. Shepard,” She said, standing up. Aaron aimed to follow before she lifted up her hand, “Please, no need to rise on my accord.” She said, holding up a half dollar up. She smiled. “Your next drink is on me. Thank you for your company.”

Aaron nodded with a smile. “Will we meet again?” He asked, eyes meeting hers.

Her dark eyes met his and a smile played on her lips. She opened his palm and lightly placed the coin in it before curling her fingers over his to close around it.

“I’ll make sure of it.” She promised.

And then she was gone. And Aaron was out of breath.