aroceu's fic[Mark/Eduardo Ex Machina AU. WIP]
“Blegh,” Wei Ying says. “I hate being sick, Lan Zhan… my throat is so sore… why do I talk so much?”
“Stop talking then,” Lan Zhan says.
“You don’t mean that,” Wei Ying says, in his half-asleep daze. “I know you’ll never admit it, Lan Zhan, but you like it when I talk.”
All he can think about right now is Brendon, Brendon, Brendon. Brendon with his dogs and Dot and with him, grinning at him across Ryan’s living room while he kicks Ryan’s ass at Mario Party. Brendon at the front of the stage, singing his lungs out; Brendon next to his mic, singing his half of the twentieth duet they wrote together; Brendon on tour, hogging all the Poptarts or climbing into Ryan’s hotel bed because he “likes his scent” or jerking off in his bunk, bringing in another Omega during his rut…
It’s just a self-indulgent post-divorce omegaverse fic where Ryan goes into heat and Brendon is his soulmate, that’s about it.
or if you wanted a real summary: And it wasn’t like Ryan didn’t need Brendon anymore—except he didn’t. Brendon had been a convenience, a good alpha to keep him company for three days once a month for the first year and a half.
“All your scones?” Eleanor scoffed. “It’s not like you made them.”
“Actually,” said Tahani, who was so tall that Eleanor had to crane her neck to look her in the eye, “I did.”
Eleanor didn’t know what to say to that. “Well—well,” she sputtered. “They’re not that great anyway!” She glanced around the table and picked up the first thing she saw. “I like this pie more!” she said, wrapping it in a napkin and shoving it into her purse just for show.
“I made those too,” Tahani said.
“my best friend got turned into a frog and now i’m being the best wingman/woman/person ever by carrying them around to bars and getting hot people to kiss them in hopes of hooking them up with their true love” AU (x)
Wanting Eduardo in a french maid costume is not feeling too much. It’s wanting Eduardo in a french maid costume.
In which there are naps, bad pancakes, Red Vines for dinner, and Legos. Oh, and Mark magically turns into a five year old for some reason.
When she moved to Riverdale, Veronica never anticipated this. A girl who could match her. A girl who could fit into the places where Veronica is open, make her whole. [drunk!fic]