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i really probably need more protein like i get a little from cream cheese and then most of the rest from the quinoa and beans i have for dinner but other than that i snack on carrots and have bagels with tomato for breakfast and lunch

For the meme prompt 18 with the Tassiter omega?

here ya go beautiful 

Jack couldn’t sleep.

He’d been cuddling Rhys, soothingly kissing up and down the young omega’s neck until he had fallen asleep in Jack’s arms, leaving the alpha awake to keep watch. Still, after all these months, Jack felt more comfortable being alert, in case the unthinkable were to happen. No reassurance that Tassiter was away from the station, meeting with the founders a galaxy away, could soothe Jack enough to get him to slip off into comforting dreams.

He pressed his nose against the back of Rhys’ neck, inhaling deeply. Rhys’ scent had continued to change as time had passed, more heavy and honeyed than it had been when Jack had first discovered him. Jack’s broad hand smoothed from Rhys’ soft hip to the round swell of his stomach, gently rubbing the bare flesh underneath the silky nightgown that had long grown too small for Rhys, but Tassiter had been unwilling to get him a new one. The thought made Jack’s teeth grit—he’d seen a perfect, pale blue sleeping gown in one of the omega boutiques in the Hub that Rhys would look incredible in and that would actually fit him comfortably. Instead, the omega often had to push his current gown up and over his stomach, lest it constrict him.

Something uncomfortable twisted in Jack’s own stomach as he carefully rubbed Rhys’, hot wet tears steadily building in his eyes even as he clenched his teeth together trying to will them back. Something small pushed back against his hand, and his tears spilled over, soaking the pillow beneath his head.

“I…mm….I’m sorry…” Jack hissed, as quietly as he could as he buried his face in the back of Rhys head, inhaling that treacherous honey scent as his palm presses tighter against the omega’s stomach, holding him unbearably closer—so wrapped up in his own defeat, that he does not notice the quiet, tense breath coming from the bright eyed omega in his arms.  

idk what people’s fucking problem is at starbucks lately but like

last tuesday two dudes were fighting in our lobby, wednesday some guy freaked out at a woman and when my shift told him he needed to leave unless he stopped shouted they got into it, saturday i was using the bathroom and some fuck started pounding on the door and yelling at me and my shift that he needed to use it and after just left without fucking buying anything, and yesterday i had to defuse an argument between the register coworker and some guy over the refill policy, and then two customers had issues with the coworker making drinks and had passive aggressive convos about it with the shift

like i’m ready to leave please take me 

I stg I go to this bagel place every day and some people just….they don’t even look at which bagels are available until they get to the register even tho they’re right there in a big case

Like why are people like this

19 for the cuddling prompt!

“Jack, don’t,” Rhys whined, pulling the comforter tighter about his body, pressing the heating pad firmer against his lower belly. He heard Jack snort just above his ear, blowing at some of his limp hair as Rhys buried his face deeper into his pillow. He fussed, jutting his butt back against Jack as the alpha tried to get closer to him.

The preceding week of his heat had been pretty great, as far as his heats usually went, but now he was left with the lingering hormones wreaking havoc on his organs and leaving him with some wicked cramps in his stomach, back, and legs. Nausea and exhaustion swam in his head, because of course he had managed to contract a cold at the exact moment that his immune system was at its weakest.

And still Jack wanted to cuddle.

“C’mon, kitten, it’ll make you feel better….an alpha’s body heat’s much better than any wussy electric blanket,” Jack scoffed, resting his hand on Rhys’ hip with a softness that belied his insistent tone. Rhys uncurled slightly at the whisper of warm breath against the back of his neck, tickling on the sensitive flesh of his bonding site.

“Yeah….and you’ll just get sick…there’s no need for you to get sick too…” Rhys whined, stubbornly glancing over his shoulder with bleary eyes, “Hyperion isn’t going to run itself.”

“Heroes don’t get sick. And yeah, actually, when you have as many body doubles as I do, then it kind of does,” Jack pressed his slightly open lips flush up against the back of Rhys’ neck, sending ripples of warmth down Rhys’ spine that helped push against the cramps and nausea radiating from his core.

“Better…?” Jack purred, stroking down Rhys’ hip as the young man slowly relaxed his hold on the comforter around him. The omega looked back at Jack with a more peaceful smile, less strained with hurt and sickness.

“Actually….yeah,” Rhys sighed, eyelids fluttering as he felt the pull of sleep on him, hoping he could finally get a good nap in, “much better. “

Sorry guys but my fic writing mojo is just a little hit and miss right now. Like every time I think I feel better or productive something happens where I just feel anxious or upset and don’t wanna do anything so I apologize if updates are sporadic :/

“Handsome’s Con-sort”

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“What? You nervous, uh—what’s your name again?” Jack furrowed his brow, eyes falling to the shiny silver bar pinned to Rhys’ lapel when the young man fumbled with his tongue for too long.

“Rhys, oh yeah, Rhys. Not really a star’s name, yanno? You’re like that weird character actor they bring in to try to appeal to the foreign art house market,” Jack scoffed, patting his upper arm. Rhys tried in vain to ignore the way Jack’s sculpted, million dollar pecs were pressing up against his shoulder. And the way his uh, hundred-thousand dollar nipple was brushing through his shirt up against Rhys’ skin.

“Uh…um, thank you, sir?”

“Sir? Aw jeez, kiddo, loosen up a little bit, ‘kay?” Jack smacked his shoulder, pushing off of the young man. He tossed his head in the direction of the door, strands of grey-brown hair scattering against his forehead as he smirked at the flustered handler.

“Cause we’re gonna have us some real fun today.”

6.2k words of a random ass Comic-Con AU that I wrote inspired by a cute comic I saw and from that story about Dameon Clarke getting drunk with his handler trying to keep him out of trouble lol

So yeah, Jack is a famous movie star at a convention, and Rhys is the volunteer who gets assigned to be his handler and gets more than he bargained for…

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