This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.
The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.
Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester
Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post
Sam Winchester always followed the rules. It stemmed from growing up with a policeman and former Marine for a father. Sam was neat, organized, precise and always on time. He excelled in school and knew at a young age that he wanted to be a lawyer. His perfect grades and stellar test scores practically guaranteed a free ride to an ivy league school.
Then two things happened that altered the course of his life forever: he presented as an Alpha and his mother was killed in a car crash. Sam went wild with grief. By this time his father was the police commissioner of New York City, and his brother Dean was training to become a mechanic.
Fueled by rage and hormones, he worked his way through most of the unmated Omegas in the city. It was only when he met a pretty blond Omega named Jessica Moore did he finally find peace.
They dated for several years, and Sam eventually did become a lawyer, but the relationship ran its course over time. Sam and Jess parted as friends and he threw himself into his work. Fifteen hour days became commonplace.
Dean’s girlfriend Jo Harvelle made it her mission to find him a mate but so far she hadn’t succeeded. Sam doubted she ever would. He began to think he was meant to be alone.
Looking at Infinity Figures in Toys R Us (because I’m a 28-year-old who still trolls around toy stores…sue me) and thinking goddamn do we need 2016 Ghostbuster figures like these. Can you imagine? Just sit with me for a minute. All four girls (and Kevin) suited up and in dynamic poses.
Holtz with her twin pistols, one raised to lick, the other front and center.
Abby with her proton fist or her gun raised across her chest, clutched in her hands, smirk in place.
Patty, with her multi-colored hair, standing proud and tall with her gun resting on her shoulder, big grin splitting her face
Erin looking fierce and focused in a ready stance with her proton gun drawn or standing contrapposto with her gun resting on her hip
Kevin with his jumpsuit around his hips looking proud of himself
Abby in her sweater outfit with a copy of “Ghost from Our Pasts” clutched against her chest, grinning widely.
Patty in her MTA uniform
Holtz wearing her green crop top and paint-spattered overalls, goggles on her head
Erin in her tweed Columbia outfit giving a faint, shy smile
Kevin scratching his eye through the lenses of his glasses
Real talk, if I had the ability to sculpt anything in Maya, I’d be 3D printing these babies and pimping them out on Etsy. Sony’s made it plain they won’t give us any more merch for these girls, so we gotta make it ourselves
The Westboro Baptist Church is going to picket Ed Sheeran's concert on the 29th. :/
Yeah, a few of them show up for every concert at the Sprint Center. They’ve picketed Ed’s events there before. They only stay for a few minutes to try to rile people up, and then they leave.
Here’s the thing to remember about this hate group: They do these “protests” to make money. They make money by trying to get you to lose your temper and do something they can sue you for. That’s literally all this scam is. The entire group is made up of members of the same family - there’s about 70 of them in all - and it was founded by a lawyer (who was disbarred for lack of ethics) who went on to convince 11 of his children to become lawyers as well. They apply for protest permits, and if a city refuses, they sue. If the police refuse to protect them, they sue. If you get mad and punch one of them, they sue. If you attack them verbally, they sue. And they win thousands of dollars off of these civil cases every year, enough to pay the whole family to keep doing it. And since they’ve labeled themselves a religious group, they’re classified as non-profit and get tax breaks like real churches. It’s a sick way of playing the system, but they don’t actually believe the stuff they’re saying; they just say it because using offensive slurs and telling you that God hates you is statistically the best nonviolent way to get you to attack them, and then they can take your money by claiming their first amendment rights.
The best thing we as citizens can do about these people is make it unprofitable for them to continue what they’re doing, which means ignore the shit out of them. If you attend an event they’re picketing, walk by and don’t even look at them. If you call out to them or try to make them mad by flaunting whatever it is they’re protesting against at the time (usually it’s homosexuality, but sometimes it’s patriotism or support of the military or some other hot-button issue), it’s not really going to bother them because they don’t actually care about the things they protest – they just do it because they know YOU care – and you may end up causing a scene in which someone could end up getting sued. Which just benefits them. In fact, it’s better not to even talk about the fact that these people are going to show up somewhere, because if people know they’re going to show up, they might try to plan some way to piss them off, and that’s just falling for the scam. That’s why Westboro posts their picket schedule online. They want you to know where they’ll be, and they want you to get upset over it because then you’re more likely to react in a way that could make them some money. They’re just playing you. They’re real life trolls.
I will tell you one thing about them that’s kind of amusing, though… A couple of years ago, they called Ed a “baby-faced pimp.” How funny is that? Baby-faced pimp! I can’t think about that without grinning. xD
For the anon who wanted the reader dressed as a French maid to help Theo relieve his stress. It’s like a year late but I got it! It’s probably really bad but I got a rush of inspo.
Your husband walked into the house and let out a small chuckle at the sight before him. You were bent over, dusting some fixture; your lace thong visible beneath the nonexistent skirt of the costume you were wearing.
“Monsieur Raeken, you’re home early,” you said standing up and turning to him.
I wasn’t going to make a post, but decided I needed to so babes realize the dangers of sugar dating if they don’t already.
Friday night I had a date with a POT. We had been texting, and even skyped for a few days. He was verified on SA, and just seemed like a total gentleman. I met up with him at a fine restaurant on Friday night. He was so polite, and seemed very nice. His personality matched with mine, and his wallet was loaded. After we ate our first meal he asked if I wanted desert. I said no, but he insisted, so I stayed. He ordered this cheesecake thing, and once the waitress left to get our order he said, “So, let’s cut to the chase. You want to make fast cash, right?” Uh, rude first of all. Don’t bring up allowance, or any money on the first date. I figured he was just going to ask me to go home with him, but I was wrong. I looked at him like he was a fucking idiot. He said, “Look, I can take care of you, don’t worry. I can have you making $5,000 a night for 5 men.” OH. Now I get it. He wants to pimp me out! I told him no, and just about threw my drink on him. I was insulted, and now extremely paranoid. We’ve all heard about sex trafficking. This was my immediate thought. I got up, and started walking towards the door. I looked back and he was walking the other way. I have no clue where he was going, but I was so scared that I actually got the manager and asked him to walk me to my car. I backed out and left as quickly as I could. I didn’t want him to see my license plate, or the direction I was going.
Nothing we said in our texts, emails, or skype calls let me think that he was a pimp. I had no idea. After I left I was so scared that he was going to look for me or something. I immediately told my other POT’s to text me from a text free app (of course they didn’t know it was an app) I told them I got a new phone and changed my number. I blocked and reported that guy on SA, too. I just kept thinking about what could have happened if this guy decided I wasn’t going to leave without him. No one knew where I was, or what I was doing. I wonder if he ever convinced other babes to work for him.
My tips for this is to ALWAYS carry some sort of weapon. I have pepper spray in my car and purse, along with pocket knives. I lied to this POT and told him I had just moved to the same city as him, when really I live about 2 hours away. NEVER give your real name, where you work, or where you go to school. Wait until they are your official daddy, and you are comfortable. Still, then you don’t even have to if you’re sneaky enough. I am extremely paranoid about these kinds of things, so I’ve decided to tell my best girlfriend about what I really do. She has an idea of it already, but I want to make sure she knows so I can tell her when I go on a date, and tell him if I don’t call her by X amount of time, call the police.
Stay safe babes, just because someone looks legit, he’s not always. Some of the bad people look like every other ordinary guy/girl.