me to my husband: AO3 is down again [explains outage]
My husband: someone should write a spicy fanfic about the two database engineers locked in the server room trying to fix it
my husband, smug: there was only one spreadsheet
an omega designing sex toys is in desperate need for a tester for their new line for alphas.
they put out a call and the only one desperate enough to believe it is a college aged alpha, in need of extra cash.
they're expecting this to be a thinly veiled attempt at getting +
"scientists don't want you know" is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know