it's not fair for them to keep teasing us with mentions of it here and there :(

(Zimbits, AU, 3.7K, click “read more” for the whole fic.)


Thanks. You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.”

That had been Jack’s first mistake.

It wasn’t so much the words he said, but rather the fact that he’d said them in French.

However, to Jack’s credit, he had been in the middle of revising a chapter when he’d heard the knock on his door, and the fact that he hadn’t had any caffeine yet due to the broken coffee maker had thrown off his entire morning.

He had been expecting Georgia, the lady he rented the cabin from, to be standing on his door step. However, instead of the landlord, he got a blond guy with wide, brown eyes staring back at him.

There was a sort of gurgle of surprise and a nervous giggle from the other guy for a moment before he blurted, “Hi, I’m your new housekeeper!”

Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything in his confusion. Francine, Georgia’s wife, usually stopped by once every couple of days to tidy up the place, but neither of the two ladies had mentioned anything about a new hire.

Jack must have been lost in thought for a moment too long because the other guy took this as a sign that Jack didn’t speak English. “Uh, you know, cleaning?” He mimed a sweeping action and then pointed at Jack. “Ummm, je… travaille pour Georgia?” he said in a truly horrendous accent.

Jack gave an impatient nod of his head.

Je m’appelle Eric or you can call me Bitty. Actually, je m’appelle Bitty,” he said proudly with his hand out.

There was something about the other guy’s candidness that made Jack pause, or maybe he had been trapped in a cabin for too long, but he reached out and took the handshake.

It’s nice to meet you,” Jack replied in French.

And that had been his second mistake.

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just another coffee shop AU

So this was part of a not!fic challenge but it ended up as more of a fic than a not!fic, so I’m posting it here. The challenge was to put a trope in my inbox and I’d tell you about the story I’d write. (Honestly, I’m tempted to adapt this and try to do it as orig fic, haha) So enjoy.

It’s harder than you think to get a job in a little podunk town that’s mostly home to fishermen. Dex takes what he can get, and what he can get is a job dishing out lattes and scones at the little pretentious coffee house that vacationing yuppies love to frequent on their way to Maine’s outlet malls. It’s barely a living, but Dex doesn’t need much.

He serves coffee one day to the preppiest of the prep – a luxuriously coiffed writer who tells him that the coffee shop has the perfect atmosphere for inspiration. Dex snorts. This is a guy who wears his stubble purposely rough, to achieve some kind of effect. He probably wears “pre-distressed” clothing (although right now his outfit’s actually really sharp, with this vest over a fuzzy, tight-fitting sweater.)

The writer challenges him. “Come on, you have to have a little poetry in your soul?”

“I sold my soul for a three-dollar latte,” Dex replies.

The man laughs, and goddamn, even his teeth are perfect.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 40

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.8k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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I think it’s extremely unfair when people blame two actresses of queerbaiting when they show us some support.

There’s a big difference between saying “Oh, you never know what could happen… Keep watching!” and saying “I know where the shippers are coming from. Once you put a scene out there it will be perceived differently by different people and that’s OK. It’s how this works and all the views are valid even though the writers may not have written this way specifically.”

The first one gives hope, false hope. It makes us believe it will happen eventually even though it might not to. It’s just cruel. You keep watching until the very end… to end up in utter disappointment (also, there’s the teasing aspect of it. They keep selling and promoting it, misleading the fans. A cruel move too. And yes, I’m looking to a certain someone from the Riverdale cast. THAT. THAT’S queerbaiting at its finest, my friends. I’ll mention the cast and production of PP too, they mean well, at least I think they do, but teasing us relentless with Bechloe to promote the movie just to let us down later is kinda wrong).

The second one validates our views as one of the many possibilities and states that they’re all fine, sure it gives you a sparkle of hope too, but it’s honest. It’s not deceiving, you know it’s possible it won’t happen.

At the end of the day, it’s not the actresses fault, you see? It’s not even up to them, they don’t write the shows. They could very well ignore us, pretend we and our ship don’t exist *cough* I say J you say Mo *cough* or… they could see us, interact with us and make us feel supported and loved. Make us feel like we belong and what we see is valid and beautiful.

With that in mind, I believe what Katie Mcgrath is doing with Supercorp is great! She’s doing the right thing and I think other actors should follow her example. She’s being honest with her fans, loving, caring and supportive . Sign fanarts, fanfics and other stuff of the ship doesn’t mean she’s saying “Look, it will happen, just wait and see!!!”, no, she’s saying “I see you guys. I think it’s amazing all the love you have for these two characters”. She chose to embrace her Supercorp fans and for them, for me, this means SO much.

So moving on to Lana now. When the whole cast, the writers, production ignored our existence or treated us badly in general, Lana was the only one who acknowledged us and Swan Queen. She was the only one making a real effort to make us feel like we belonged and a little more safe in a fandom full of hatred. I’m relatively new to the fandom and I know she wasn’t always like this, Lana made a lot of mistakes along the way, but she tried to be better and I believe she’s a good ally now. At least she didn’t avoid us like the plague like her co-star did… *cough* Again, I say J you say Mo *cough*

So to sum this all up… Show support and some love to your queer fan base is NOT queerbaiting. It’s not them fooling their fans into believing the ships will become canon eventually. It’s them saying that we matter!!! When you’re surrounded by toxicity and bigotry all around in your life and in fandom, this support, this validation from your favorite actresses? It’s the only thing you have to keep going. It means a lot and they’re such simple gestures really, so don’t blame people like Lana or Katie… Blame the writers that put innuendos and romantic undertones IN ALL THEIR SCENES, make parallels with other canon couples, coordinate their wardrobe, make them FILL PERFECTLY ALL THE DEFINITIONS OF TRUE LOVE THEY SET UP (sorry, I’m still bitter about it. Fuck you Adam and Eddy!). Blame the actors that act like we’re not here or just plainly use us to promote themselves and their shit show. Don’t blame the only ones trying! Especially when one of them it’s a WOC and already has to deal with this racist, misogynistic, homophobic industry. It’s just not fair to do so.

we're electric

Because I heard this song multiple times at work with nothing to distract me.

AO3

Summary: When you become a Power Ranger, your possible romantic partners become limited.

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“Hear me out” Trini’s pen stilled mid-word over her English homework. Whenever Kimberly used that sentence, trouble was usually not far behind. She had expected a generally low-key study date at her friend’s house since her own was not ideal. 

“Okay, I’m hearing” She carefully lowered her pen to give the pink Ranger her full attention.

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dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Oh MY that was Wonderful! I loved your T'Stuckony pregnant verse, its beautiful! This is me totally asking for pregnant sex , for sometime in the future cause that would amazing. I'd love to read that. It would be even cooler if each of them ended up being the father of one pup. I could see Tony's relief, because despite their reassurance his instincts might have worry. Then he sees proof of them fawning over each of the babies and treating them with the same awe and wonder. Proud mama Tony :P

Truth be told there isn’t a lot of porn here. Like at all, but here we go! I added some insecure Tony in here, and some Rhodey/Clint/Sam at the end, too. Hope no one minds!


Continuation of this -

Tony found that, while he absolutely loved his alphas with all his heart, he couldn’t help but want to strangle them every minute of every day for what they had done to him. He was 6 months along in his pregnancy and his stomach looked utterly grotesque. It was oval, poking out from the front, looked deformed and looked disgusting with all the stretch marks and veins sticking out his pale skin.

Logically he knew his alphas weren’t completely responsible, seeing as he was the one who agreed to go through with it, and he couldn’t exactly blame his pups because, well, they were babies and had no say in their cramped mobile home that was Tony’s body. But Tony wasn’t seeing logic. All he was seeing was his once decently toned body looking a shadow of its former self while the three alphas were still fit and gorgeous. It wasn’t fair.

He tried smoothing his large sweatshirt over his stomach, deflating when it did nothing to slim his stomach and creating a mountain on his middle. Lately all he had been wearing were sweaters and jackets and giant shirts and basically anything that could hide his stomach away from innocent eyes. No one needed to see his disfigurement. They didn’t deserve to suffer.

“Sweetheart?”

Tony tensed and instinctively turned his front away and keeping it out of sight. He hadn’t noticed Steve enter their room at all. How long had he been there?

“What are you doing just standing here? Were you looking at how beautiful you are?” Steve gestured to the mirror that Tony had been pointedly ignoring. He didn’t need to see how ugly he looked with his bloated stomach. “We could’ve told you that ourselves.”

Tony mumbled a denial under his breath. These days he was anything but.

“Tony?” The blond alpha pressed his front against Tony’s back, sliding his arms around his expanded belly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“It’s nothing, Steve.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re lying to me?”

“Leave it.” Tony shook the arms off and moved away to stand on the edge of the bed. His back and his legs were aching and all he wanted to do was sit down.

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Sirius x Reader // Worth the world

My writing is slow,

And my word choice pathetic,

Unfollow this blog,

“Alright, up you get, love, I need you in the library.”

“I’m eating, gimme a moment.”

Sirius Black sighs but resolves himself, sitting down in a huff at the Hufflepuff table, watching patiently as Y/N finishes a bowl of soup, using a chunk of baguette to soak up the last vestiges of French onion while he drums his fingers impatiently on her thigh.

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anonymous asked:

Who do you think is responsible for the censorship of sanvers, the writers or the CW? I'm inclined to believe it's the latter. I feel like this is probably standard practice for various networks with "family" shows, but I'm seeing a lot of anger directed towards the writers specifically, and I don't know if it is the most productive thing. Not that the writers shouldn't be criticized for other things.

society?

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resurrectionofdawn  asked:

"whatever she is, isn't human. It's old, it's powerful, and it hates."

guns & rosaries, Darcy/Loki

Now on AO3.

okay, you didn’t ask for a specific pairing so i just went with whatever worked, which turned out to be Darcy/Loki. So this is tasertricks, and a lot longer than I expected it to be. Hope you like it! :)


Darcy didn’t begin to suspect that anything was wrong until the third day on the job. Hunting monsters had never exactly been easy money, but she and Jane had been doing it for so long that Darcy forgot what it was like when a job went truly sideways.

From the start, it seemed like an average contract—strange and scary things started happening in a small town, townspeople freaked out, townspeople found a (mostly) innocent person to scapegoat—and the guy who hired them was too genuinely nice to be pulling some kind of con. And while Jane may have been too entranced by the guy’s abs to make an unbiased evaluation of the situation, Darcy’s bullshit detector had no equal. To be fair to Jane, though, even Darcy had to admit that Thor’s abs were extremely impressive.

All that aside, his concern that his little brother might be wrongly accused and driven out of their community was so palpable that Jane and Darcy accepted the contract on the spot and booked a flight to Norway the next day.

The first night was fine. Jane and Darcy were jet lagged as hell but still able to drag themselves to the only inn in town, where they rented two rooms for the duration of the contract (Jane was attempting to hide her desire to get in Thor’s pants as a sudden and unprecedented need for space, but Darcy wasn’t buying it). Darcy barely took the time to unpack her meager toiletries—she left the silver bullets, holy water, and emergency potions securely tucked away in the false bottom of her luggage—before heading out to join Jane and Thor in the pub for dinner.

When she finally collapsed into bed, exhausted, she had horrible, restless dreams all night. She woke up the next morning, drained, with the ghost of a crushing weight on her chest. Rubbing at the spot, feeling as if a bruise was forming, Darcy attributed the strangeness to lingering jet lag and a desperate need for caffeine. She paused only for a moment at the mirror, looking at the deep, dark bruises under her eyes in mild consternation. Should’ve brought more concealer, Darce.

On her way out the door, Darcy’s eyes caught on the items scattered across the vanity. Hmm, that’s strange—she would’ve sworn that they were in a different order when she laid them out the day before. Shaking her head, Darcy wrote it off as a flight of fancy and went on her way.

The second day and night went much like the first; Jane and Darcy split up to subtly investigate suspicious activity in the town, and Darcy became more and more perturbed by what she heard. Apparently, several people had had heart attacks in the middle of the night over the past few months, a few too many to just be coincidence. At least several more had literally disappeared in the middle of the night, with no clue as to where they had gone. The townsfolk were adamant that they hadn’t left voluntarily—cars, clothes, and belongings were all still at home, and entire families had been left behind without warning.

Suspicion and paranoia were percolating, as they often did in situations like these, swelling into a wave of fear and hate that would find some unlucky sod to target. Apparently, in this case that scapegoat was likely to be Thor’s little brother.

Darcy and Jane would have to move quickly, before irreparable damage was done.

As she headed back to the pub to meet Jane and Thor for dinner, Darcy mused that it did indeed sound like some kind of supernatural creature was wreaking havoc on the town. Unfortunately, she was still at a loss for what kind—the vague descriptions she had gathered from the townspeople could fit any number of monsters she and Jane dealt with on a regular basis, not to mention the ones specific to this area of the world. Hopefully Jane had fared better.

Jane had not, in fact, fared any better. That was patently clear from the fact that Darcy’s best friend was currently engaged in a rousing sing-off with her fair-haired beau, which seemed well on its way to…yep, definitely ending in a drunken makeout.

Rolling her eyes fondly at the pair, Darcy moved to claim a table at the edge of the crowd. As she sat, Darcy felt the press of someone’s gaze and sat up to her full (modest) height. Taking her time, she nonchalantly cast her eyes about this room, searching for her unknown spectator.

As soon as her eyes landed on the man lounging in a chair by the fire, Darcy wondered how she ever could have missed him. He certainly wasn’t going out of his way to hide the direction of his gaze, and he smirked at her when their eyes met. With dark hair and a disdainful tilt of his chin, he looked nothing like the rest of the townspeople she had met so far.

Because of the distance and the reflection of the flames dancing in his eyes, she couldn’t tell if they were green or blue. There was no disguising the smug tilt of his mouth, though, especially as it was directed straight at her in a blatant challenge. Darcy allowed herself a smug look in return, and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair in response. She had a moment to wonder if he would abandon the distance between them and approach her, but then Jane was at the table, slightly drunk and glowing.

Swaying as she sat down, Jane leaned too close and shouted, “Thor’s getting us drinks!”

Darcy chuckled and leaned back in her seat, eardrums already aching from Jane’s lack of volume control. “That’s great, Janie, thanks. Did you find out anything good today?”

Jane shakes her head, then nods vigorously, then see-saws her hand in a so-so motion. “Umm—”

Snorting at her best friend, Darcy takes a different approach. Best to keep it simple. “Any word on how Thor’s brother is holding up under all the suspicion?”

Jane looked at her, wide-eyed and puzzled. “You were the one just having intense eye sex with him, Darcy, so you tell me. I thought you’d already ‘met,’ the way you were looking at each other.” She waggled her eyebrows outrageously, drawing a laugh out of Darcy.

“You’re the only one getting any action on this trip, Janie,” Darcy teased. Humming thoughtfully, she added, “I could see why he’d be the one everyone blames around here, though. He doesn’t exactly…fit in.”

Jane nodded sagely in agreement. “It’s always the outsiders who get blamed, isn’t it?” She and Darcy exchanged a glance, empathetic to Loki’s plight; they’d been on the receiving end of townspeople’s misplaced blame more than once in the past, and it was always unpleasant. Darcy turned back to where he was sitting, but Loki was gone.

Thor came back with their mead at that moment and conversation turned to lighter topics. Darcy let go of thoughts about his brother, but every now and then she swore she could feel eyes on her, watching and assessing.

That night passed much like the one before, and Darcy began to suspect that her nightmares possibly had something to do with whatever was haunting the town. She suffered no other effects than lingering exhaustion and a lingering heaviness in her chest, though, so she continued on with her day, planning to look into it later.

In hindsight, perhaps Jane and Darcy should have questioned the details of the supernatural goings-on a bit more extensively before making the trip. That way, Darcy might have been slightly more prepared to wake up to a ghoulish creature perched on her chest in the middle of the night.

As it was, Darcy was not prepared in the least. She woke abruptly, limbs paralyzed and pressed to the bed. Her mouth still worked, though, and she let out an earsplitting shriek, loud enough to bring the inn down around her ears. The vaguely woman-like creature bore down on her, glowing red eyes moving so close they drowned everything else out.

Whatever she was, she wasn’t human. She was old, powerful, and clearly hated Darcy with a fiery passion.

Darcy had just enough time to reflect on the embarrassment of dying in bed in a foreign country, alone, before her ears were filled with a thunderous clanging. The ghoul screamed in pain and frustration and clambered off of her, scrambling to the far corner of the room.

Limbs mobile again, Darcy propped herself up on her elbows just in time to see the creature turn itself to mist. A silver knife flew past, embedding itself directly into the wood where the creature had stood half a second earlier.

Loki stood in the doorway, one hand gripping some kind of bell while the other was still outstretched from throwing the knife.

Darcy blinked, and then he was rushing toward her. He grabbed her hand, dragging her the rest of the way out of bed, and they fled the bedroom at a run.

Well, Darcy thought to herself, this job just got a whole lot more interesting.


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What Are Friends For?

Anon prompt: The reader kisses Archie at a party expecting him to be very cool and chilled about it since he does a lot of kissing but he falls for her and tries to hide his feelings and then Betty and Veronica intervene to get them together somehow but it doesn’t go as planned?

A/N: Oooooooooooooooooooh, Archie out here kissing everyone !!

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: underage drinking, partying, kissing

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It was a well-known fact that Cheryl blossom threw the best parties Riverdale High had the pleasure of seeing.
Everyone left drunk and they were talked about for weeks until someone tried, and failed, to throw a better one.

Cheryl answers the door, looking Betty, Veronica, and myself up and down.

“Alcohol is in the kitchen, don’t touch anything that’s valuable.” She doesn’t smile as she pushes the door open wider for us to enter.

We enter and head towards the kitchen, we pass Kevin and Joaquin; Kevin is introducing Joaquin to the Pussycats.
Archie and Jughead are in the kitchen, opening new cans of beer and drinking from them.

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She’s leaving, Dean.

Pairing: Sam x Trisha (oc), Sam x Reader, Dean, Crowley
Word count: 19,583
Warnings
: Swearing, angry Sam, smut, NSFW gifs
Co-authored with: @reigningqueenofwords
A/N: So, this is us just screwing around. We’re winging it.  Also, we tried to keep things as close to their personalities as possible, and if a power isn’t in the show…just go with it haha- Brittiny
Original post date :
April 4th, 2016

Chapeter 1 of She’s Leaving, Dean.



“Sammy?” You called out, walking in the door. You’d been out on a solo hunt for a few days, and missed your best friend. You adored him, and would have jumped at the chance to be with him…but you didn’t think he felt the same way. Dean knew about your crush. It wasn’t like you did a good job of hiding it.

Figuring that he was in his room, you dropped your bag off on your bed before walking to his. You debated on knocking or not. Normally it didn’t matter, so you shrugged it off. Opening the door, you hadn’t expected to see another person with him.

You cursed under your breath and quietly shut the door hoping they hadn’t seen you. Once the door was shut, you leaned on it for a second, took a deep breath and went to your room.

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Sweet Talker

For @svu-stories! Because we all need some Rafael at the end of a long day…

“What’s all this?”

Jingles jumped up first as you struggled in the doorway with a tray of fried chicken. Any love that might have been meant for you disappeared as she stretched up and pawed the tin foil. Your arms ached, your legs felt worse as you pushed the tray towards your husband and stumbled back to the hallway for two white paper bags.

“You could have called from the street,” he said. “I would have helped.”

“Like I was in any position to grab my phone.”

“What about the cabbie?” he asked as he tried to give you a quick kiss.

“That would mean a bigger tip and as it is we’re about to be down an entire income!”

It came out sharper than you intended and you lazily patted his arm as you kicked off your shoes and sank to the couch.

“Do I not want to know?” he asked.

“Just leave me here for five minutes to die.”

“Okay. But if you’re still breathing in five minutes and one second, we are going to have a proper conversation.”

For now, he left you in silence, rummaging through your cursed cargo as Jingles kept circling his feet.

“Sort of makes me wish I hadn’t already eaten,” he mumbled.

“It’s not time yet!” you cried out with one hand over your eyes.

“I was addressing the cat,” he shot back. “And it’s a compliment to the chef.”

“I wouldn’t know what that sounds like.”

Peering through your fingers, you saw his eyebrows stretch towards his hairline as he plopped a lime-flavored potato croquette into his mouth.

“You could eat at a time like this,” you said.

“Far be it from me to turn down a free meal.”

“Perish the thought.”

“Are you going to keep me in suspense or what?” Rafael asked.

“Ninety more seconds.”

“Fair enough.” Rafael pet Jingles as you stared up at the ceiling, sighing heavily as the day you’d rather forget flashed before your eyes in unwanted waves.

“Time’s up,” he said. Looking at him again, you noticed a chicken leg conquered and a piece of sweet corn pudding half gone.

“Were you a competitive eater in another life?” you quipped.

“Well from the sounds of it I am going to need a second job.” He laughed lightly as he sat by your side, bringing your feet to his lap as he massaged them tenderly and waited for you to share the rest of the story.

“We had to audition today.”

“Are you turning actress on me? I can see that. A touch of Bette Davis in her Warner Brothers days.”

“Someone’s been watching TCM when he should be going over his legal briefs.”

“I can multi-task, mi amor,” he said as he kissed your toes. “And you can do anything that you put your mind to.”

“Hardly.” His hands moved up your legs until for your fingers were in his grasp. You liked the look of it, but the image started to blur as your eyes hazed over.

“The client wanted a tasting.”

“You can do that with both hands tied behind your back.”

“Tell that to a certain Wall Street banker… or should I say his fiancée by way of Georgia.

“You less than perfection?” he asked as he nuzzled your neck.

“She criticized every dish we put in front of her.”

His face turned somber as he caressed your ankles, hitching up your black pleated skirt to peck your knees.

“I should call Rollins to see if she has outstanding parking tickets or something,” he teased. His free hand found its way to your hair, stroking the strands that had been your French braid many minutes and blocks ago.

“It wouldn’t matter.”

“What made tonight different?”

“Tonight, there were five other caterers waiting and watching in the mix,” you said. “I felt like was on a fucking reality show.”

“Now if someone has ruined your love for MasterChef forget whatever Rollins might dig up. We’re pressing charges right here in Manhattan.”

He started to rub your back when you hung your head, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“It was horrible,” you sobbed. “Some of them were people that I trained under. Or took passes on. And to have to stand there while that bleached blonde bimbo put me down…”

“No accounting for taste,” he soothed. “But it’s not the end of the world. So you didn’t land one little job.”

“Um… did I mention that I turned my pineapple upside-down cake right side up? In the Southern Belle’s lap?”

“Oh,” he said as he released your hand.

“I know, I know. It was a dumb thing to do. But I was just so angry and…”

“So in between my new career as a competitive eater, I’m going to have to rescue you from an assault conviction.”

“I hope it won’t come to that,” you said as you slipped back to the cushions. “What is current the precedent for attacks by pastry?”

“I don’t know.”

“A legal fact not on the tip of your tongue, darling?”

“I’ll do some research,” he assured you. “Worse comes to worse I bet I can plea you out for a batch of brownies at no charge.”

“You’re not listening. My food is a bust.”

“A little melodramatic, no?” Rafael brushed a lock of hair behind your ears, his lips nearly on yours as you shrugged way from him. Your speech came slowly as your stared at your hands that used to be able to do no wrong, that you had counted on from the instant you learned to boil water and prepare the perfect plate of pasta.

“What if I’ve plateaued?” you finally asked. “What if I’m never going to do anything amazing ever again?”

“Come on now.”

“It might be true. And it’s coming at the worst time. Now that we… that we want to start a…”

You swallowed the word family back and felt your legs trembling.

“Who would give a baby to a screw up like me?”

He turned you to face him, his stare hardening as he fondled your arms.

“One Georgia Peach who should probably stick with the drive thru does not mean that you should throw in the towel.”

“That was mean,” you giggled.

“And bleached blonde bimbo was charitable?” he challenged.

“Point taken.”

“And you forget,” he continued. “You’re going to be the most amazing mother the world has ever known. So no more talk about being past your prime or whatever this is. Mi amor, you are about set the gold standard for the second time.”

“When was the first?” you asked.

“When you made a short lawyer with a big mouth the luckiest man in the world.”

He folded you into his arms. Any and all lingering tension melted away in his embrace, and you took a deep breath as you looked into his eyes.

“Better?” he asked.

“That big mouth of yours… when I need it most….”

“I can keep it up all night,” he said with a wink.

“Such a sweet talker. But I think there’s a much better use for said mouth.”

He smiled knowingly as he lifted you into his arms. You squealed as he started to carry you towards the bedroom when a rustle from the counter claimed your attention.

“Oh no!”

Jingles was there, picking at the fried chicken. You disentangled yourself from Rafael’s hold to put the kibosh on her unexpected feast.

“It’ll make you sick, sweetheart,” you gently scolded. The anguish was writ large on her feline face as she sulked back to her tiny pink bowl, her dinner gone as she batted the ceramic before flopping on the floor.

“Sometimes she’s so fresh,” you muttered as you started to load the refrigerator, only to look back to see Rafael polishing off the corn pudding and feeding Jingles by hand.

“Seriously?” you asked with your hands on your hips.

“What? If it makes her happy. And I think I need to work up an appetite for… what you have in mind.”

You sighed as you kissed his beautiful mouth, his taste sweet and sure as you winded your arm in his.

“Guess I’m going to have to be the disciplinarian in the family,” you teased, the word coming out easier as he hugged you close.

“Want to start practicing with me?”

“Not another audition,” you moaned.

“Please. You already have the part. Your hands alone are worthy of awards.”

“Either you’re psychic or I’m in love,” you said.

“Let it be the latter,” he whispered.

“You’ll soon find out.”

You led him to the sheets, adoring the idea of everything you would do to him… how marvelous he had already… how he always made you feel…

““I love the way you never give up, mi amor.” 

…and the way he always said the right thing.

WARNING FOR LONG POST!

I really want Tucker to be friends with Thel'Vadam and Rtas'Vadum.

But I think it’d be really fun if Thel saw the Project Freelancer Faux-Spartan armor as a hereditary thing. My headcannon is that Sangheili design their armor after their clan or family and blue team unwittingly followed this tradition when making Junior’s armor with Tucker (and Doc’s) paint/scrap so as far as the Arbiter knows Tucker is the immediate family of a spartan or a spartan-in-training and has continued the family-armor-aesthetic with his own sangheili son.

Anyway, Thel knows that Spartans are rare and few in number so Tucker must be part of this prized warrior pedigree if he’s wearing the unmistakably Spartan armor, right? But who’s kin could he be? Those that Thel knows are either old or part of the newer generations, but in the Sangheili tradition armor color is important to denote bloodlines with more respected family members in darker, richer colors and younger ones in lighter, brighter colors. Tucker is bright as fuck blue-ish green! And he’s in solid color, no accents or anything so maybe Tucker’s only interested in claiming relation to his green family. Who is the only Spartan who wears dark green armor without accents? Who is old enough to possibly be an uncle if not his father?

Master Chief. John-117. SIERRA MIST OF DEATH HIMSELF. And Thel has stated in canon that Chief is his friend and ally. So when Tucker shows up on Sangheilios to be an ambassador and learn about his son’s people Thel just speculates that this Little Spartan (Tucker’s 5'10" in my headcannon which is short for a Spartan as Chief is canonically 6'7"-6'8" out of armor) is related to his friend in some way and should be treated well. But he mentions it in passing to Rtas'Vadum and maybe some others and it turns out the Sangheili are lousy gossips! If it isn’t classified it’s fair game.

And then Tucker’s being avoided/catered to because Old Ones help them if the Demon finds out his kin has been mistreated while visiting their planet. Peace with the humans is a fragile thing!

Tucker didn’t even want to be an ambassador! He just wanted to learn the language and culture for his son because he’s trying to be a good dad. The rumor took off though, and now the Demon’s kin is here- Little Demon and Little Demon the Second Coming of Lavernius! And then the warriors all want Junior to like their clans so when he’s older he petitions for membership because who DOESN’T want the infamous Demon’s bloodline to merge with theirs?! So Junior gets an army of friends his age as the adults push their offspring into potentially beneficial bonds but its okay because the kids are actually nice and Junior’s cool and his dad’s sword is cool and he knows the Arbiter and Rtas and the Swords of Sangheilios and he’s got the best stories about silly warrior humans.

When the UNSC gets word, oh hey we can totally use this to better interspecies relations! Wham bam thank you Ambassador Tucker. Which only adds to the problem as he has Rank and Title so if he is the Demon’s kin well now he’s coming into his own! The human Master Chief and the Arbiter are friends so of course the Demon would entrust his family with securing the peace.

Thel learns the truth from Tucker who is tired of this wishy-washy too-in-my-face and then not-helping-me-at-all behavior the sangheili keep switching between due to respect and fear for a man who Tucker doesn’t know and isn’t even related to. But it’s gotten out of hand so they need Tucker to just go with it.

As an apology, Thel helps him learn the language and how to use his key-sword while teaching him the history about the ancient Sangheili. Rtas shows up one day while they’re training and no Arbiter the bet way to kill a Brute in tight quarters is like THIS- and soon enough the Swords of Sangeilios, warriors hand-picked by the Arbiter, are putting Tucker through his paces. BAMF!Competent!Tucker is best Tucker.

Then they learn that the Covenant is investigating a temple in the desert supposedly built by the ancients which means Tucker’s sword can probably access it so then send him and a mixed squad of humans and sangheili. They die getting Tucker into the Temple to protect it and he manages to call the nearest Red base where Donut is so he joins him and later goes looking for help and we all know the rest.

On the Hand of Merope Tucker calls Rtas to catch him up but also inform the sangheili embassy of his impending arrival but holy shit the ship crashed. Later on Chorus, Rtas personally comes looking for Tucker only to find out his mentee/annoying friend has been stabbed and betrayed but uncovered a conspiracy and who else but the Demon’s kin would be put through such a trial (maybe he knows the truth but still likes to tease Tucker about it) and come out alive. Tucker regains consciousness enough to ask for the Sword’s help in liberating Chorus and of course the sangheili leap at the opportunity.The beam that’s been pulling down ships doesn’t target sangheili-built ships so Rtas and his men bypass it repeatedly in order to bring in troops and weapons and food. Damn this’ll look good for interspecies relations! and they’ll reclaim ancient sangheili ruins as well so win-win. Rtas struggles to speak english due to his severed mandibles so Tucker’s practically glued to his side translating sangheili like a pro. But then the warriors see that Tucker’s got a bunch of adolescent humans wearing his color on their armor so the Little Demon has been protecting the clan younglings and thats why he not yet returned! And of course this means that Tucker’s team must all be related to the Demon too, and more sangheili come and eventually there’s so many that individual members of Tucker’s “family” have eight foot tall alien guards following them around (mostly protecting them from Jensen’s driving). If Palomo thought Tucker was cool before you need a new word for the kind of admiration he feels for the captain now.

Carolina doesn’t like the Elites and certainly doesn’t trust them but haha, the only adult human female in Tucker’s colors must be his mate or kin and they say that she has nothing to worry about they’ll protect her hatchlings with their lives and they mean it to appease her but it just makes her angry and she chases Tucker down because she thinks he’s spreading rumors about them being together. He’s not because he likes his blood to stay inside of his body and has to spend a whole week explaining sangheili armor color family relations. She doesn’t end up hating it all that much because being mistaken for Tucker’s family/wife means that the sangheili obey her commands second only to Rtas, like Tucker. She does hate being called ‘brood-mother’ and the constant updates on the state of her and Tucker’s “hatchlings”- and does she approve of Palomo’s intended female from the red clans?- but the sangheili presence means that the army is running like a proper military outfit so she tolerates it. (she does like that the closest english translation of “brood-mother” is “Matriarch” so the english speaking aliens call her Matriarch Carolina). Epsilon fears she will go mad with power. The sangheili think Tucker has good instincts choosing the strongest, smartest, deadliest female for his mate and by the Old Ones she must be fertile for Tucker’s brood is plentiful and strong. And if the younglings are weak it is only because Matriarch Carolina is so strong her offspring can afford to be weak. What a luxury. And if they try to sell her up to Kimball because they can smell the mutual interest and think she’s just nervous and needs the help- which she doesnt but okay- then they are more than happy in securing the Demon clan another powerful female.

With the sangheili there in force, the army finds the second key-sword which is supposed to go to Wash because he has knife/blade experience but Palomo grabs it on accident and oh it must be a sign that the best of Tucker’s brood is a holder of the key! Rtas laughs in Tucker’s face. But this gets some of them to try and wing-man Palomo to Jensen because he’s Meant for Greatness and aaaahhhhhh its adorable. Eight foot saurian aliens delivering flowers (and fresh-meat) to Red Team Patriarch Colonel Sarge (its difficult to tell the different red shades apart and Simmons isn’t exactly authoritive) for Jensen, and listening to Palomo’s bad poetry and giving advice like you should emphasize her strong legs and uniquely dappled skin and her metal fangs! (she’s faster than him, freckles, and braces respectively). They especially like her metal fangs- maybe their hatchlings will get them!

The army chases Charon forces off planet and we get the epic sword fight between Tucker and Felix that we deserved, and the Swords of Sangheilios put the fear of god in Locus for daring challenge Matriarch Carolina. When Hargrove arrives the Swords and RedsandBlues fight his Mantis mechs and storm the Staff of Charon and Tucker doesn’t need a fancy suit in order to be awesome. They arrest him and finally lay ALL of Project Freelancer’s loose ends to rest.

Tucker takes Blue Team and Palomo to sangheilios and reunites with Junior and Junior tells him about teaching his friends how to play basketball and is it true you’re a hero dad? and its great.

BAMF!Competent!GoodDad!Tucker for the all the money.

uuhh cant you tell this got away from me? i love tuckington but i think i would make this gen.

Tangerines

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When he saw her foraging in the Florida forest he thought there should be tangerines for her to somewhat rectify their accommodations and surroundings. Here was a person who had just survived the dark clutches of a monster and he had just led her to another. She maintained that she thoroughly exercised the right to make her own choices so she didn’t blame him for her cancer. Nonetheless, Mulder couldn’t see past his guilt. She deserved better, and definitely a viable source of Vitamin C instead of mystery berries. If he considered starting an intimate relationship with Scully, and yes he had contemplated this many times, he knew that she deserved better than dingy motel rooms, cheap wine, and him.

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Evening At The Gala

Anon Ask: Hii! May i request dick grayson x reader scenario whereby the reader is the daughter of Tony stark and they met at a gala. While Bruce and Tony didn’t get along, their children do. I hope that don’t mind a crossover! I love your writing so much and I’m glad your so box is open. Please take care of yourself too!”

Warnings: N/A 

Word Count: 1377

Genre: Fluff/Cute, Crossover AU

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader


The luminescent lighting gleamed off ostentatious Calacatta ‘gold’ marble flooring, which echoed a soft tune with every step you took in your designer stilettos. You glided through the natural flow of the crowd with years of practiced ease; no one the wiser as to who you were, thanks to taking after your mother’s appearance more so than your father’s. You could hear your father’s honeyed voice fade as you made your way to an abandoned court yard that would no doubt be filled later in the evening as the drinks flowed and inhibitions lowered. Your eyes scanned past the tall cocktail tables and your smile lit up when you found what you had been on the hunt for. A lone bench secluded in a small garden away from the false laughter and praises, but more importantly, a place to get off your feet. You plopped down in a huff, smile widening as the ache in your feet lessened. You bent over, pulling off the offensive formal wear, pausing to enjoy the relief you felt from being fully freed from their confines.

“Already looking to escape for the night Miss Stark?” A smooth voice startled you out of your daze and you glanced up to see a champagne glass in front of you. Fresh strawberries bobbed around in the sparkling concoction and you peered up to meet the man offering it. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t quiet put your finger on who he was.

“I’m terribly sorry, but you have me at a disadvantage Mr.-“

“Grayson. Dick Grayson. Apologies, I forgot you probably don’t recognize me like this.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, giving a genuine laugh. Your eyes lit up in recognition before a sly grin made its way to your face. You realize you have heard that laugh before and finally seeing the blue eyes hidden behind his usual mask, was a nice change.

“OH. Well ‘boy wonder’, I didn’t realize you and your pops were in New York. What brings you up from Gotham?” The atmosphere shifts drastically, but out in the secluded garden, no one is the wiser to you or your newfound companion.

“Will anyone ever drop the ‘boy wonder’ moniker?” He pouts while joining you on the bench. His legs are spread in a power stance and one arm drapes behind you on the bench while the other holds his nearly empty champagne glass.

“Never in a million years. I’ll make sure of it.” You tease and drink a little from your glass, eyeing the night sky with a sigh. “But you still didn’t answer my questions Mr. Grayson.” His name feels odd to say as you had only ever met him as ‘Nightwing’. Seeing each other out of uniform and not during worldwide destruction was odd. Especially since the Justice League and Avengers didn’t do too many joint missions and you had barely ever spoken to each other.

“Sorry, sorry. Force of habit when at these parties. My father reluctantly needs to speak with your father, and since your father has been blatantly ignoring him…he decided to come here.” His smirk widened and his head rolled slightly in your direction, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Though I tagged along in hopes you would be here.” His forward confession floors and you laugh abashedly, no one had ever wanted to talk with you unless it was for money or status…but Grayson was on an even playing field with you. His family fortune in Wayne Enterprises rivaled yours in Stark Industries. You both had status famously and infamously in your superhero counterparts. He seemed to read your confusion as you looked up to see his grin had widened and he was chuckling happily.

“Relax, I am not here for any official business. I actually…” He shifted in his seat, sitting up a little straighter and twisting fully on the bench to face you, empty champagne glass long forgotten off the side. “That last joint mission we did. The one in Bialya. When we were fighting the militia there, you had some pretty amazing tech with you-“ His hands were animated as he explained himself with fervor before your own genuine laugh roared from your lips. Perhaps not the most lady like thing to some of the snobs at the party, but for once you were having a blast. He paused to look at you, his cheeks turning just the slightest pink. You had been amazed by his acrobat and tactician skills, but weren’t prepared for him to be enamored by your tech.

“Honestly I was impressed with you also. Those baton skills were amazing…but…I was thinking…” He quirked a brow as you chewed on your lip in thought. “It wouldn’t require much alteration, and the maintenance would be easy…but have you ever thought of upgrading them to have an electric charge?” You couldn’t help yourself. You were a Stark. Starks are notorious for tinkering and those beautiful batons were looking for an upgrade. His eyebrows shot up before a wicked grin took place.

“Dang, why didn’t I think of that?” He chuckled and ran a hand through his ebony hair, disturbing it’s once perfect style. Your heart thrummed in happiness, enjoying the praise in his eyes. You never cared what people thought of you…but that smile made you feel downright giddy.

“Because I am obviously a genius.” You winked playfully and downed the last of your champagne before pulling your feet up and turning to him fully.

“Not to mention humble.” He teased, turning to glance at the few people that were now making their way into the courtyard, occupying various cocktail tables.

“But seriously. Before you head back to Gotham, let me do it for you.” Your voice got softer, not wanting to chance being overheard by anyone.

“You don’t have to tell me twice. I’ll be there. I can always show you a few moves for a fair trade, if you would be up for it?” You nodded while biting your lip, each enjoying the moment before another shrill laugh from another attendee broke the tension. You both became aware that the garden was no longer private and you casually put your death trap shoes back on and exchanged numbers, before making your way back inside in search of your fathers; who were most likely together somewhere quiet, going over whatever it was Bruce needed to talk about. You wound through the crowd together, heat rising to your cheeks as his hand found your lower back, intent on not losing you in the busy room. It wasn’t long before the noise died away and the halls you traveled became quiet, just before you began to hear to muffled voices arguing past a set of mahogany doors.

“Stark you need to keep us in the loop when you pull something like that!” You could hear Bruce losing his patience and thanked multiple deities that they were far from the gala and in no fear of being overheard. While your father and yourself were publicly known as superheroes, Bruce and Dick preferred to remain secret about it, a choice you were respectful of.

“Look tall-dark-and-brooding, I needed-“

“I don’t care what you needed, you could have asked-“

“Uh, dad?”

“Bruce?”

Both you and Dick stood in the doorway, eyeing the two billionaires who were practically fuming at each other. They pulled back from each other and adjusted their suits, while failing to wipe the disdain for each other off their faces. Bruce stormed toward the door, grabbing Dick’s arm and pausing just long enough to turn a sneer back at Tony.

“For the last time Stark, stop hacking into the Watchtower!” Without another word he stormed off, pulling a bemused Dick Grayson along with him. Dick caught your eye before winking and waving with his phone. Hinting that you would be hearing from him later, most likely out of ear shot of his father.

“See princess, this is what happens when you live in a cave. No manners.” Tony sassed while falling instep next to you. You rolled your eyes as he continued to make petty jabs before leading you out to the car where Happy was waiting. Thankfully Happy kept your father entertained, agreeing with all he had to say about the rival billionaire ‘Bruce Wayne’, leaving you to read your newest text with a smile.

So, when can I see my humble genius again?’

Ever After

“You must be, like, crazy smart”. Her tone is just a shade too peppy, and he’s ninety percent sure she just wants him to write her essay for her because there’s no way she’s actually flirting with him. 

He remembers when he was excited for college. To go to a place where no one knew him, where he could start over, make a new Danny.  Of course, Tucker and Sam had insisted on going to the same college as him, but they weren’t around all the time. Campus was large and it was times like this when he could meet new people, make new friends… Except it didn’t exactly work out the way he’d imagined.

He smiles, though, and laughs, shrugging. “Not really. I’m eighteen. Just small.”

“Oh, sorry…” There’s an awkward silence as she tries to subtly give him a once over, like it’ll change her first impression, but, nope, he’s still short, still small.
Still fourteen.

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Liar Liar

Summary: Alexander Hamilton is an Omega, but no one else knows this. No one else can know this. Even in this day and age, Omegas are still treated as little more than slaves. No rights, no protections, nothing. Alex has to hide his rank from the world for this reason. John Laurens is an Alpha, but like Alexander, he is hiding his rank, ashamed of the Alpha he was born as. Lies stack upon lies upon more lies. How long before they all come crashing down?


Chapter 3


“Yo, Earth to Hamilton, you still with us buddy?” It was John’s voice that pulled him from the memory and he looked up, his face flushing red at the cheeks.

“Hey, welcome back space man. Did you hear anything of what I said?” John asked and Alex smiled sheepishly.

“No?” he said and John rolled his eyes, smiling.

“I asked how your work is coming along. What was it you were writing on again? I think you told me in passing the other day” John asked and Alex hummed.

“Ah, yeah. It’s about this poor omega kid from Michigan. I was doing some research and apparently he was roofied at a party and raped by three of his classmates. He had been passing as a Beta but he found out he was pregnant and now hes being sued because the rapists want him to have the kid and he wanted to abort. Not only that he’s also being sued by his school for ‘endangerment of children’ because he lied about being an Omega. Its pretty sad..” he sighed and John shook his head.

“People say its always the Omega’s fault. But if parents would teach their kids not treat other human beings as fuck toys, things like this wouldn’t be so common..ugh. God that pisses me off so much..” John said and Laf patted his shoulder.

“Not all of the Alpha’s are like this..but sadly still the ones that are out number those who aren’t. Herc, thankfully, is in the minority” He said with a small smile and Alex chuckled.

“Alright loverboy. Spill. Whats going on with you two thats got those hearts in your eyes?” Alex asked and Laf grinned.

“He’s taking me on a vacation to Paris! We’ve been saving  for a while and we finally have enough to go for the week. I’m just. Ah, I’m so excited. I’ve missed my home for so long and I told him how homesick I have been recently and he just” he paused to let out a happy sound, making Alex laugh.

“You’ve got it bad for him man. I guess it’s good, though. Alphas like Hercules give me hope for the world” he said and he hummed when he saw said man walk into the cafe.

“Well speak of the devil. We were just talking about you” Alex said and Hercules laughed.

“Anything interesting?” he teased, kissing Laf’s cheek and handing him a bag. Ah, he was just bringing Laf his lunch. Cute.

“Only the bad things” John joked and Laf swatted his arm.

“Both of you stop” he chuckled and Herc pulled a chair over to the table, taking a seat.

“So what’s the latest gossip around the workplace today?” he asked and Alex rolled his eyes some, smiling.

“Top secret. Wait until the paper comes out and read it for yourself” he said and finished off his coffee.

“That’s no fair. You know I rarely read those.” Herc huffed holding Lafayettes hand after the Frenchman rested his head on Hercules’ shoulder.

“I’m trying to get you in the habit” Alex said pointedly and John chuckled.

“I got a little gossip. I got some friends who know people in DC and I heard word that the first real Omega rights bill might pass. It’s just a rumor, but I’m really hopeful. Its to prevent omega’s from being turned away at stores and restaurants if they’re without an Alpha or Beta. It’s a small step, but they just gotta get a foot in the door.” John said and the conversation went off from there.

“There’s a rally this saturday, me and Alex are going to. You guys wanna join. We could use some muscle this time around” John said, blatantly ignoring Alex’s comment of ‘Alex and I’, with a laugh. They had told the story about the lase rally a few times now over the month, so Herc knew what he meant.

“Sure. I’m off on weekends. Honestly with us all there it’ll look less like me watching out for you guys and more like us being Al’s bodyguards” Herc said, snickering. Alex huffed.

“Yeah yeah I get it. I’m short. My bad that I have an Alpha friend and two Alpha looking Beta friends who over shadow me and my shortness” Alex muttered with a pout and John laughed.

“Oh my god don’t pout its too cute.” John snickered and Alex blinked, his heart jumping a bit.

“Again, not something I can help. I’m short and cute as hell by nature” he retorted and Laf nudged him, looking at him suggestively.

And Alex stepped on his foot under the table in retaliation.

Lunch time came and went and Alex and John had places they had to be. Walking out of the Cafe to leave the couple at their table to being all grossly cute, John stretched.

“Why are you always wearing that scarf man? Its warm out today, aren’t you hot?” John asked as Alex was fixing it after it had started to slip.

“I have a scar on my neck from a few years ago. Its really not flattering. I don’t like people looking at it” He said simply. It wasn’t a lie, at least.. John hummed and nodded.

“Fair enough. If it makes you uncomfortable then you do whatever you need to” he said hands shoved into his pants pockets. Alex smiled some and nodded.

“Thanks for understanding man”


The week came and went and Laf had cleared his schedule to join his lover and friends at the Omega’s Rights rally. Laf had only been to one with Alex before and he had been really anxious because it had been really..hectic, that first time.

“Laf c’mon you’re about to go and see him, stop texting Herc and help me get these waters in my bag. Oh and  toss me my suppressants I need to take one for today” he said as he got his sign Laf had helped him make. It was simple with the most recent phrase for the movement, but he liked it. It was just a white sign that said ‘I Stand For Freedom!   OmegaRights2k17’.

“Of course of course. Ah…here we are” Laf hummed as he walked from the other room.

“Thanks Laf. You almost ready to go?” he asked as he popped a pill into his hand and took it with some water.

“Mm. Herc said he’s picking up John first then swinging by to get us. Apparently there’s talk that some..less than pleasant people there. He doesn’t want to risk us all walking there to meet up” Laf murmured as he got a water for himself to sip on.

“Hm..Well if anything goes down I can hold my own pretty well and John sure as hell can too.” he hummed, adjusting the scarf around his neck. Laf snickered.

“Well..John might be able to, but you can sure run circles around them and confuse them until John can get them” he said with a laugh and Alex huffed.

“Does this give you an ego boost. Picking on an Omega. Because I’ll have you know sir-” he was cut off at the knock at the door and he got up from the floor, hiding his suppressants in his bag before going to the door. Opening it, he was met with the faces of his two friends.

“Hey guys. Thank god youre here Herc if I heard Laf say another word about missing you I might have chucked myself out the nearest window” he teased as he looked back at his friend over his shoulder, who rolled his eyes at Alex’s words.

“Well I’ll have him off your hands soon enough” Herc laughed as Alex let them inside. Ah, that was right. Laf was moving out soon and moving in with Herc. Ugh that would be great. Not. He’d have to look for another roommate to keep up with the rent.

“Great, take him. I can live without his makeup spread all over the bathroom” he snickered, but Laf knew Alex wasn’t taking the move great. They were really close, so Alex would have to adjust with someone else living with him. Not to mention he would have to start hiding his rank again..his name was on the lease and that was a big illegal no-no for Omega’s.

“I’m offended” Laf said in mock hurt and Alex snickered.

“You have to admit you have a lot of stuff in that bathroom. I have one bottle of 2 in one shampoo and conditioner and a brush for my hair. Everything else in there is all you man” he laughed as Laf opened a mouth to protest, then closed it in defeat.

“Thats what I thought. He, you okay, John? You’re awfully quiet.” Alex hummed as he sat back on the floor with his signs and bag.

“Yeah..just..did Laf tell you about the rumors going around about the rally?..” John finally spoke, leaning against a wall, looking anxious. Alex looked confused, shaking his head.

“No, he didn’t. Whats up?” Alex asked, looking at Laf and then back to John.

“Theres this..Alpha group coming to protest the rally..and..they’re bringing their Omega’s to ‘set an example’” John said, sounding disgusted. Alex froze. Thats why Laf didn’t tell him..shit.

“Jesus..” he muttered and John nodded.


“Yeah. If I get arrested, promise you’ll bust me out” John said, trying to joke and Alex tried to force a smile.

“No promises. I could act as your illegal lawyer who still isnt out of law school. If that fails then I’ll rally the guys at work to break you out” he hummed, sipping on his water.

“I’ll hold you to that man. Because if I see something like that I’m gonna go down for manslaughter” he sighed and Alex managed to smile.

“Actually they’d probably get you for murder 1 at the least.” he said and John hummed.

“I can live with that. They cant prove it was premeditated if y’all don’t snitch on me” he laughed softly and the others laughed as well. Against his better judgement, Alex tried to keep positive that everything would be okay.

Holding Rivers – Chapter 6

Eliza explained it as the Brand, a unique mark that could only be shared with one other person. It would etch itself onto your skin the first time you touched your destined partner. Soulmate, Eliza had said, the person whose life was meant to be intertwined with yours.

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A/N: Consistent chapter lengths? Never heard of it.

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Rose Garden (Ruby X Oscar): A Question

Post series, post Salem, post main story line. Rated F for fluff.

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“Keep them closed. We’re almost there” The elevator doors slowly slid open, and Ruby stepped forward hesitantly as Oscar kept his hands over her eyes as they walked.

“I hope so” she giggled “Walking around this much without seeing anything makes me nervous.”

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