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The irony being that yeah, if you did want to be environmentally conscious you WOULD make your coffee at home and NOT patronize a place as wasteful as Starbucks

But that requires using more than one brain cell towards your performative activism

Hello internet is it environmentally woke to rant about wasting plastic and how you should “just make coffee at home” after a barista literally just clarifies the policy to use a new cup for a refill drink since it’s like, their job

of course i come in at 12:30 and there’s two people…..two people??? and it’s not even because someone called out, its schedule this way?? why??

this way NONE of us can do prep that isn’t already done and im sure no prep is done because morning people wont do prep. so great the close is already a wash and i’m guaranteed to be stressed out all evening

i’m so fucking tired of sacrificing my mental and physical well being to this stupid job that gives me stuff in return that really just…almost isnt even worth it now

Any employee, business partner, or rival CEO knew Jack was far from a soft man. The only emotions he wore on his sleeve were greed and rage, and considering the power of his reputation Jack was loathe to poke any holes into it by showing any tenderness apart from those publicity stunts particularly crafted by his publicists.

But—damn.

Though his alpha instincts had helped him cut throats and climb ladders in his time, it stabbed him in the back here as he stood before this trembling omega, half-turned away yet unable to tear his glance completely away from the other man. He could feel prickling up his spine, heated little pinpricks despite the air conditioning humming through the hallway. Those little hitching breaths as the omega tried to recover his composure did nothing to stop that heat, and before it grew unbearable Jack stepped forward, arm extended.

He meant to put his hand on the kid’s shoulder, to help him stop sagging against the wall and looking extra pathetic, but as he got close he caught a whiff of something light and lemon-scented drifting off the omega’s hair, and as he admired the way those silky auburn locks shone in even the dimmer light of the bathroom hallway he found his hand settled against the side of the omega’s head, wavy locks cradled delicately against his palm.

Jack could feel the young man freeze at the touch, stillness traveling up his arm as it locked into place, as if shocked at Jack’s brashness.

The omega’s wide eyes met his own, and for a moment Jack thought he might bolt, composure stretched to a breaking point after not one, but two unsolicited advances by an alpha. Jack’s mind raced, oddly grasping for any reason at all to sway the omega not to run away. His mouth moved, tip of his tongue resting uselessly at the bottom lip as his fingers shifted against the side of the omega’s head.

Jack could feel the contrast of stiffer, gelled strands of hair against the softer locks that’d been jostled loose by the encounter with the other alpha. Briefly, his eyes flitted down to the crisp white shirt pulled out of the kid’s pants and the glint of an undone zipper before they snapped back up. Top-down, Jack, top-down. Best just to pick one spot to start before he saw too much red to focus, and the omega’s hair was as good as any.  

Jack’s brain filed through the items in his pockets—wallet, keys, and phones in his pants, slim glasses clipped on his dress shirt’s dress pockets in case he grew sick of tacky contacts in his eyes—before he opened his blazer, slipping the slim black comb out from within the pouch sewed to the inner lining. Jack flourished it before the omega’s eyes, carefully drawing the hand cradling his head closer as he began to run the comb’s teeth through his ruffled hair.

trying for a modern AU omegaverse drabble…I really hope I can finish this, I’ve finished barely anything lately 😦

the whole ordeal with my stomach last night just has me anxious and upset….I know it was probably aggravated, like all the other things in my body hurting rn, from work and stress linked to that but i don’t have a way to fix it because i need the money to pay for shit and a job search wont guarantee anything

i lived

my stomach doesnt really hurt/burn anymore so if it doesnt come back im just gonna think it was a combo of bad indigestion and acid reflux plus the warmth and pain causing me to nearly pass out