Rain, chapter Twelve.

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Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock, Philip Boyce/Christopher Pike, Amanda Grayson/Sarek Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock Prime, Sarek (Star Trek), Amanda Grayson, Christopher Pike, Philip Boyce, Gaila (Star Trek: Alternate Original Series) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, Tarsus IV, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Threesome - M/M/M, Time is soup Summary:

Star Trek 2009 fix it using Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics to get it done. Follow Spock as he grows up as the only half Vulcan half Human and a rare designation, goes to the Academy and finds where he belongs. Follow Jim Kirk as he deals with his tragic childhood, being orphaned and presenting as something special.

Harry and Draco have something to tell their friends and they’ve chosen the perfect setting: their ten year Hogwarts reunion. It turns out that it’s not such a surprise after all.

This story is a part of “25 Days of Drarry”

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Chapter 1: Draco and Harry go on an outing to Muggle London to “get in the holiday spirit.”

Rating: T

December 1st Prompt: Harrods lit up with Christmas lights. 

A/N:  Thanks to @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ & icarusinflight for the beta! 

Title from the Gossip Girl intro.

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Rain: Chapter Seven.

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As requested by @creampuff307

Cheryl Blossom is trying to be a better person. Trying being the operative word.

Or

The Roomates AU where Cheryl is most(definently) not falling for her roomate from the wrong side of the tracks.

Cheryl Blossom is trying to be a better person. Trying being the operative word. Because being Cheryl blossom comes with a certain…reputation. Hell being a Blossom in general comes with a reputation. After having lived in Riverdale for her first eighteen years of life Cheryl had grown used to the hushed whispers and lingering glances. She had grown used to the judgement and the gossip because she had to.

Every day she walked the halls of Riverdale Hugh with her head held high and her lips pursed into a permanent sarcastic smirk, just daring anyone to challenge her, to question her. Cheryl was a true HBIC, she was Queen Bee, a title she rightfully deserved. Cheryl had worked for her popularity. She was number one in her class all four years, Captain of the River Vixens, and chair of damn near every social club in school.

But make no mistake. Just because Cheryl was popular, didn’t mean Cheryl was liked. Cheryl acted under a strict “I’d rather be feared than loved” policy. Because Cheryl had “loved” and Cheryl had been “loved” (looking back she realized how transactional, how selfish, how overall damaging these relationships had been) and every single time she allowed herself to feel that, to show it. All it did was leave her feeling more empty.

Cheryl was pretty sure she hadn’t felt love since Jason died.

She had friends. She had her cousin Betty, whom she had actually come to tolerate over the years. She had Polly and the twins. She had Veronica, the only person who was brave enough to stand up to Cheryl, to call her on her bullshit. At first she had hated Veronica, wanted to literally claw her eyes out. But there was something about Veronica, a softness. She, apart from Josie, had been the only person to really be there for her when Jason died. Which was alarming because she barely knew the girl. She didn’t owe Cheryl anything and yet she was kind, offering her a shoulder to cry on.

Cheryl had friends.

But those friends had friends and significant others and other priorities. And no one. Not even Veronica, whom she would dare to call one of her best friends. Ultimately not even her beloved JJ, had ever put her first. Had ever loved her the most. And really that was all Cheryl wanted, all she truly craved.

From a young age, Cheryl had always believed herself to be unlovable. An idea driven home many times over by her mother. Cheryl was a force of nature. A wild forest fire engulfing everything in its wake, and so was her mother. And of course putting fire with fire was likely to bring chaos. Cheryl wasn’t sure what had caused the initial rift between her and her mother.. Maybe it was Jason’s death or her fathers betrayal. But at some point Cheryl knew her relationship with her mother couldn’t be salvaged.

When Cheryl got her acceptance letter to Columbia she hadn’t shared more than a “good morning” with her mother in over two years. She didn’t tell her mother about her acceptance until she started packing her things away that summer, barely receiving a dismissive nod from the older woman.

The day she leaves for New York she’s surprised to see Scooby Doo and the Gang milling around Thistlehouse. She knows that their mere presence has mostly to do with Veronica (perhaps a tad bit to do with her Cousin Betty). But nevertheless she accepts their hugs and going away presents. Veronica whispers in her ear about all the fun they’re going to have together, meeting up for lunch dates and mani pedis, once Veronica settles in at NYU. And despite her active avoidance of the singer pretty much the majority of Senior year, Josie hugs her the hardest, squeezing her the tightest. Promising she’ll com visit, bringing up the price of plane tickets and promises of weekly Skype sessions. And Cheryl’s stomach turns violently, her heart hammers in her chest thinking about all she’s done to hurt the other girl. How if Josie knew who she really was, there’s no way in hell she would ever talk to her again. And Cheryl hates it. Hates the guilt and shame that she feels whenever she was around the other girl. Hates how sweet Josie is. How the mere hint of her smile creates a swarm of butterflies in her stomach that she can’t quite push away. She hates it.

She’ll tell her one day. About Chuck and the threats and everything else that had transpired between the two of them. One day she would be strong enough. Brave enough.

Cheryl Blossom was trying to be a better person. But not at the expense of losing one of the most important people in her life.

And that’s how she found herself, with an inheritance large enough to feed an entire continent. Driving down a winding road, the Welcome to Riverdale sign staring back at her in her rearview mirror. Contemplating her future and everything that she knew to be true.

Cheryl Blossom was trying to be a better person, a kinder person, a more open person. Because in a lot of ways this was the starting line. This was her new beginning. And Cheryl knew she had a choice. She could either spend the next four years the same way she spent her last eighteen. Being cold and horrible, actively pushing people away and separating herself. She could be the person that threatened and manipulated things for her own personal gain. She could be a selfish person. Or she could try to be a better person. She could leave her HBIC persona behind. She could find new friends. New interests. See a whole new world.