and in honor of the alpha

In the Pokemon fandom, every once in a while you stumble upon a ‘Pokeballs are $200′ joke. In reference to how Pokeballs cost 200 of the in-game currency:

What a lot of fans, especially more casual ones, don’t seem to realize is that the currency in the Pokemon games it based on the Japanese yen. The symbol for the currency in the games even resembles the yen symbol:

In fact, according to Bulbapedia, the ‘Poke dollar’ symbol was specifically created for the English translations of the games, and the original Japanese versions use the yen symbol.

Now, for perspective, although the exact exchange rate naturally varies, a US dollar is equivalent to about 120 Japanese yen. So, 200 yen is about $1.67. 

A Pokeball in the Pokemon games actually cost less then two bucks. 

There’s a REASON we see so many young kids training Pokemon, especially early in the games. The cost of investing into a Pokeball to try catching their own Pokemon easily falls into the range of a typical kid’s allowance. A Potion for healing after battles is 300 (or about $2.50), but since Pokemon Centers offer their healing services for free, that’s a moot point.

Youngsters in the early game only give within a range from 50-150 of the currency, which is about equivalent to $0.40-$1.25. The first Gym Leader in Hoenn Region, Roxanne, give 1,680 in Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire, equivalent to about $14. Which is about right for the equivalent of a middle or high school honors student. A later Gym Leader, Winona, gives 4,200, or about $35. The Champion, Steven, gives 11600, or $96.67.

The winnings from enemy Trainers varies, but Ace Trainers seem to give out about 1500 or $14 on average, give or take. Swimmers (especially common later in ORAS), award a range from 400-800, or $3.33-$6.67.

Vitamins (such as Calcium, Iron, and HP UP), cost 9,800 or $81.67 each. An Ultra Ball cost 1,200, or $10. A Paralyze Heal costs the same as a Pokeball, while an Awakening is half that. A Revive is 1,500, or $12.50.

What’s the point of doing this? Well, for one, to get a better sense of the in-game economics, which can be hard to grasp if one doesn’t realize the in-game ‘Poke dollars’ are based on the Japanese yen. And a look at said economics reveals some interesting details.

First, it shows basic Pokemon training and raising is well within the affordability of a ten-year old, or older. Which makes sense as Pokemon is aimed at younger kids, and the develops would want them to have the sense that going on a Pokemon journey is something they could do if they somehow ended up in the Pokemon world.

On the other hand, it also shows there’s really not that much money to be made in Pokemon raising and traning, unless you battle frequently and regularly against higher-level opponents regularly and and win. Which is…very much in line with how professional sports work in real-life. Pokemon battling gets compared to a sporting event a lot for a reason. The initial 3-D games were even called Pokemon *Stadium.* Parallels are frequently drawn between the Pokemon League tournaments and the Olympics in the anime. The low money output is probably also why we often see Gym Leaders and the like working other jobs.

Just something interesting I decided to look into. I’m a Pokemon fan first, before any other fandom, and always will be. It’s shocking that I haven’t written any meta on it yet.

Hope you enjoyed!

EDIT:  As pointed out by invenblocker:

The 1000000 price for the bicycle translates to $8259.51, which is the price of a top quality bike for proffesionals.

Excellent catch! Helps explain why the bikes can ride through stuff like snow and sand. They are of excellent make.

And it also helps explain why the bike shop owners are happy to give out their bikes to a prospective Pokemon Trainer for free (whether through a voucher or otherwise). Your average Trainer taking the Gym challenge puts those bikes through the *wringer.* Riding them along mountains, through marshes, and even through snow. But a bike being able to endure that is the kind of thing a professional rider would look for, and desire.

Most Pokemon Trainers will never be able to afford the bikes, but are in one of the best positions to push them to their limits. So giving them out for free is actually a clever marketing move. Imagine a potential buyer seeing a Trainer riding one of those bikes in Lillycove, and said Trainer reveals they rode it from Rustboro (which means they rose it around a mountain, several caves, a few marshes, and possibly other environments I’m not thinking of right now). That’s a hell of an impression to make, and a fast, easy way to sell the buyer on getting the bike themselves, especially if they ride competitively.

Case in point, in Pokemon Gold/Silver and their re-makes, the bike shop even gives you the bike specifically as ‘advertising.’ After you’ve ridden it around long enough, you get a call saying that because of you doing so, their sales have shot through the roof (and happily tell you to keep the bike). And it’s no wonder why.

YOI Fan Rec Friday


Hi everyone! So I got over 100 recommendations this week, so I am not going to be able to put them all here, but I did check out every single recommendation that I got! Thank you!

To narrow down my recommendations for next week, please state that your recommendation is for “Fan Rec Friday!” If you just want to recommend something to me and don’t want it on FRF (Fan Rec Friday), that’s fine too!

Rec’d by anonymous:
a spark in your center by farseersfool, Explicit, 6.2k
This hadn’t been part of the plan. None of this had been part of the plan. Not the kiss, not the public spectacle, and definitely—absolutely, under no circumstances—not the part where he’d fallen in love with Yuri Katsuki.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and @sspectacularlyignorant​:
Dear Mama by Ferrero13, Teen, 30k
In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @sparklingwaterbabie​:
singularity by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), Teen, 10k
Victor Nikiforov, Jedi Knight, does not struggle with attachments. It’s only that Duke Katsuki of Hasetsu is unfairly attractive.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @exile-wrath​:
crust and sugar over by ShanaStoryteller, Teen, 9.6k (WIP)
Yuuri and Yuri become friends and Viktor develops a crush.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Victor Nikiforov May As Well Replace Your Smartphone by toganeshiro, Gen, 2.2k
Yuuri never thought by living with Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, would slowly reduce his need of his smartphone.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @bluelup28
The Clockwork Prince by momolady, Not Rated, 32k (WIP)
Yuuri became an Artisan in hopes of meeting the Figure that captured his heart as a child, the ice dancer Viktor. Yuuri had long given up his dream and opened a small shop. Then one day, his entire life changes when Prince Yuri comes and requests Yuuri to make emergency repairs on his Figure, the one and only Viktor.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
see myself through someone else by maydei, Gen, 1.2k
Victor is a mermaid that washes up on the Atlantic Coast amidst a strong tide. When taking refuge up a small sound, he meets an artist under a bridge.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @phoenixwaller​ and @writingfish​:
Standard Deviations by JustBeHappy, Teen, 82k
Time Travel AU, where Victor landed 4 years into the past, just after Sochi Grand Prix Finals.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Fondue by BastetCG, elenathea, Mature,39k (WIP)
Male dancers are not supposed to dance en pointe. Yuuri knows that. Everyone knows that. But he can’t help but want to. He wants to be graceful and beautiful and float across the stage. And if he can find the confidence to explain that to Viktor, Viktor might just be able to help.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Altschmerz by Liana_Legaspi, Teen, 15k
Yuuri has trouble adjusting to St. Petersburg.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and @rei-drome​:
No Less Unthinkable by rageprufrock, Explicit, 79k
In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @trashbambi
Reverence by thicctor-nikiforov (trashbambi), Teen, 406 words
It was late. The world around them was mostly asleep.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Inconveniences of the Heart by Aristophanium, Explicit, 22k
“Have you thought much about love?” Yuri on Ice season 1, from Victor’s point of view.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Lullaby of Birdland by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities, Teen, 22k (WIP)
After his poor performance at the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri is weary but not broken, and decides to give it one last shot. Victor plays piano three nights a week at a small jazz bar near the Detroit Skating Club, and does his best to get by.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @aeriamamaduck​:
Settling In by TheRavenLady, Explicit, 8.4k
After the Grand Prix Final, Viktor and Yuuri make decisions about their future, which finds Yuuri moving to St. Petersburg with his fiance. Viktor is, of course, all too happy about this- and even happier to tell Yuuri that they have yet to christen his apartment. This is one challenge that Yuuri finds himself happy to accept.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @versaphile​:
Objectively Wonderful by versaphile, Gen, 2k
There was no reason for him to feel anxious about anything, not when when his life was objectively wonderful. He was an international gold medalist and married to Victor Nikiforov, for heaven’s sake. He should never be sad for another moment for the rest of his life. Except he was.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The “real” viktor nikiforov by thishasbeencary, Teen, 3.6k (WIP)
So, fine, maybe Yuuri’s a little bored and lonely when he likes a dating profile claiming to be Viktor Nikiforov. And, maybe, he’s a little pathetic when he gets excited when the account messages him almost immediately after. And, he’s definitely stupid for falling in love with someone pretending to be his idol, but he can’t help it. It’s not like it’s the real Viktor Nikiforov, anyway. He knows someone is catfishing him, but he still falls ridiculously in love.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Showing Results for ‘Katsuki Yuuri’ by Ferrero13, Gen, 3.9k
Victor makes it his goal to get Katsuki Yuuri, figure skater, to the first page of Google results. There is no way he could let such a brilliant skater be overshadowed by Katsuki Yuuri, winner of some stuffy academic medal, who is probably 50 and balding.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
two moons falling by phollie, Teen, 2.7k
Yuuri and Viktor have a late night talk about anxiety and the moon. Set within the first month of living together in Hasetsu.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Rhapsody by LegallyLucifer, Teen, 12k (WIP)
He’s been a star from the beginning. Both of his parents, Yakov, and all those around him, everybody who has seen him skate, knows it. Viktor, however, continues to see himself as nothing but a potential rising star. After all, he’s only sixteen and is just making his senior debut.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife:
Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0, Mature, 14k (WIP)
In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Easy Winners by c0rnfl0wer, Teen, 16k (WIP)
Historical AU set around 1908, the ragtime era. Yuuri is a pianist & composer in ragtime, Viktor is a ballet dancer turned figure skater.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Lessons In Speaking Family by phlintandsteel, Mature, 9.1k
Victor had started it. It was his fault in the end then, though he knew Yuuri took responsibility as well. And he couldn’t even blame it on being so ridiculously, goddamn in love with his husband that he sometimes got the urge to adopt every cute little thing in sight to increase their family.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
A Beast Wakes at Night by yuurikatsuckme, Teen, 6.2k (WIP)
Viktor has lived for more centuries than most living (?) beings have seen, and quite frankly he’s just bored. Yuuri is new to the vampire life, and is having a hard time adjusting to the life with no one to guide him. With his refusal to drink from another human, another side of his new self will rear its head.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Mature, 29k (WIP)
In which Yuuri humiliatingly loses Hot Springs on Ice, Victor goes back to Russia to train Yurio, Yuuri is trapped in Japan with a sadistic replacement, and everyone is miserable—until the night that Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram, and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics which seem to be a reply.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Precocious by EmmyLynna, Gen, 24k (WIP)
Whatever Viktor Nikiforov wanted, he would get. And the moment his eyes locked onto the cute omega, he knew that Yuuri Katsuki would be his. That’s why during recess he marched over, held his hands, and proclaimed, “Yuuri, starting today, I’m your alpha and you’re my mate!” Much to the shock of their classmates and teachers.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
With the Tides by kiaronna, Teen, 5.1k (WIP)
Honorable and soft-hearted Katsuki Yuuri is not particularly good at being a vicious pirate captain. Viktor Nikiforov, decorated top naval officer, is very sure of this fact. Mostly because he is being held both captive and captivated by the other man on his pirate ship, the Hasetsu.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Curious Case of Yuuri Katsuki by athylia, Not Rated, 19k (WIP)
Viktor understood loneliness, maybe not to the amount that the man who was mourning his dead pokemon, but he knew loneliness like an old friend. Being at the top had its disadvantages. The bespectacled man was somewhat similar to him. That is until, he saw the man giving orders to his precious Makkachin and Makkachin actually obeying him. There might be more to Yuuri Katsuki than he thought.

Thank you for all your recs! ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎ 

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I think that if the Warrior Cats movie does anything like what The Guardians of Ga’Hoole did, it’d be perfect. That level of high-def animation with plenty of realistic details and behavioral motions, I’d be in heaven. They were able to come up with fantastic character designs while keeping it super realistic and for that first intro scenic flying scene I had thought for sure that it was a real owl before we got up close to their faces. 

Plus they were so talented at keeping the birds realistic even as they used tools and everything.

Originally posted by hostsamurai

Originally posted by yessorayes

The attention to detail they put into this film was mind blowing. If they can do that with feathers, they can do that with fur.

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

The shots were dramatic, the fighting was breath-taking.

Originally posted by ive-seen-a-witch

You can not look me straight in the eye and tell me that wouldn’t be badass.

Originally posted by superrad-monsterdad

Originally posted by foxface-and-nightlock

THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS ANIMATION. The owls are so true to form and yet they have such a range of expression, I just love them so much and I would love it so intensely if the Warrior Cats movie took some notes when they think about how they’ll portray our childhood fictional cats.

Originally posted by jackolytes

Someone get Animal Logic on their development team stat. PLEASE.

Originally posted by lostchel

Let’s be honest, we all called Guardians of Ga’Hoole “like Warriors, but with owls” so if this style doesn’t speak prophecy and dramatic fights and badass but lovable animals to you, kindly get your eyes checked. 

It would be an honor to call the Warrior Cats movie “Guardians of Ga’Hoole movie, but with cats.”


Hi everyone! So this is part one of the ABO Verse fic I promised to post. I finally got around to writing it and voila! Let me know what you think pretty please? It’s kinda short but every first chapter is right? xxx 

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: The a/b/o verse where Hydra fucked with Bucky’s hormones and temporarily made him a Beta (because they take orders better) as the Winter Soldier, but now that he’s safe at Stark Tower, Tony hires Y/n to help re-orientate him back to his natural-born rank as Alpha.

Tags: Angst, fluff, smut (duh), and everything else I can’t remember right now lol

Tagged Lovlies: @softforseb@mrtinslydia, @wine-and-space-donuts, @aislinsekhem, @creideamhgradochas (lemme know if you wanna be tagged x)

(oh and I did this lazy crappy last minute minimalist cover, but I would love if you guys submitted your own covers :) Sexy, angsty, whatever you want idc but I’d love to see some!!! You guys are way better at graphics than I am lol)


Opia n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel                                      simultaneously invasive and vulnerable

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anonymous asked:

You are the first and only writer I have read for this fandom. I love your work so much, I've re read all your Arrow stories twice (even the Firefly one even though I've never watched it). Do you have any favorite Olicity fics to recommend to keep me from going crazy my first hiatus? (I binged the first 4 seasons last year)

This is awesome!! Thank you! I’m super honored. And do I have recs? Oh yes, I have recs. 

First rec isn’t actually a fic, it’s a resource… @theolicitylibrary. If you want recs, they’ve got ‘em. If you want a specific trope or rating or genre, they’ve got that, too. Have a hankering for a fic where Oliver and Felicity are business rivals? There’s a link for that. Where she’s the vigilante instead? There’s a link for that, too. Where one of them is a werewolf? Yup. They’re an amazing resource and you can lose days (and weeks and months) going through lists of alpha/omega tropes and rockstar AUs and friends-to-lovers fics. 

But more specifically… how about I rec some authors, too? I haven’t been reading much lately - I spend all my time writing - so I’m more comfortable reccing authors I know are amazing and whose works I’m looking forward to catching up on. They’re all consistently excellent. This is by no means an all inclusive list.

@dust2dust34 - My co-writer for FiCoN and personal fav (though I admit to no small amount of bias). If you want smut and you want details and mining a scene for feelings, Bre is your girl. She has plenty of oneshots to choose from as well as some multichapter fics.  

@machawicket - Look, I can’t overstate Danielle’s skills as a writer. My husband doesn’t even read my fic but he likes hers. Her writing is funny, sweet, sexy and heartbreaking in turn but it’ll never leave you unsatisfied. She’s a master. 

@anthfan - Nikki is one of those writers that’s so good she makes you forget you’re reading a story, because it’s just something you’re living. It’s an experience. Her characterization is spot-on and her plots are super engaging. She writes both one-shots and longer stories. They’re all worth your time.

@hannasus - Susannah’s writing is the perfect balance of detailed exposition and tight narrative that lets you feel like you’ve experienced the whole setting in just a few lines. Add to that fully in-character characterization and interesting plots that keep you reading and you really can’t go wrong. I recommend reading her Something Like Fate series ASAP as she’s adapted it into the basis for an original novel (which she’s publishing later this year) and it may not be up on AO3 a whole lot longer. 

@rosietwiggs - I can always tell Rosie’s work in just a few lines. Her narrative voice is so very distinctive and so gripping that it pulls me in effortlessly. I don’t believe she’s writing for Arrow anymore, but even her unfinished works are worth a read. I especially recommend The New Normal, Lengths and How The Mighty Fall In Love.

@supersillyanddorky06 - I’d be surprised if you hadn’t heard around about Matty’s writing because she’s right at the core of the Olicity fandom’s best known fanfics. With good reason. She’s prolific, plotty, smutty and evocative. If you have a weakness for Bratva!Oliver, I’d start here. 

@jsevick - I first met Jaimie after reading her Jurassic Park AU (really!) and being both delighted and amazed that she could make it work. I’m extremely lucky to have had her help as my beta pretty much ever since. If you like my writing, she’s a big part of it (along with @alizziebyanyothername). While she hasn’t posted in a while, her stories are just fun and if you like Gilmore Girls, her Arrow AU for Gilmore Girls is a treat!

@realityisoverrated-fic - I have no idea how you would feel about Smoaking Billionaires, Anon (I personally love it), but I’ve got to very highly recommend her Infinite Love series. At 110 parts and counting, it deals extensively with Oliver, Felicity and Tommy’s family longterm, including their kids. It’s alternately hot, sweet, and heartbreaking. But, most of all, it’s just well-written and interesting. If you’re willing to read them as a triad, I cannot recommend this strongly enough.

@geneeste - I would pay for more of Caught a Long Wind. Quite literally. But, that aside, Genie is a top notch writer. Whether her one-shots, WiPs or brilliant, ongoing epic co-written work with @machawicket, everything she writes should be devoured. 

@juliesioux - Julie uses the setting in a story as another character. There’s so much life to the world she puts her characters in that it practically breathes. Above that, she doesn’t shy away from hard topics. She will rush in head-first and dig deep to explore what her characters are going through. When you read her work, take her warnings seriously, but if you’re looking for a rich story to read that challenges you, she’s the perfect option to turn to.

@thatmasquedgirl - One of the most prolific Olicity fic authors (with 110 fics, including the absolute opus Technical Assistance). She’s consistently excellent, creative and she gives us as a fandom a whole lot to read. You can probably spent a huge chunk of hiatus happily buried in her work.

@entersomethingcleverhere - As a rule, I do not read first person stories. Not even when they’re published books sitting on shelves at my bookstore. I will break that rule for her writing. I like it that much. It’s heartfelt, moving, well-paced, and the connections between her characters are both real and evolving as you go. 

@arrow-through-my-writers-block - Shelby is… well, she’s just fun! She’s a solid writer who never disappoints. She’s got quite a few one-shots and a few ongoing multi-chapters. She’s probably best known for Starstruck, but all of her work is worth reading.  

@wagamiller - I just really love wagamiller’s work. Like a lot. There are very few authors I have on alert, but wagamiller is. Stories that make me laugh out loud are few and far between, but the 35B series surely did (as did @machawicket‘s Unbearable Hotness of Being, btw). Strong, sharp, witty writing that will leave you with a grin on your face.

@callistawolf - When I think of Callie’s work, I think of the fanfic version of sitting down with some hot cocoa and curling up with a warm blanket to watch a Hallmark Christmas special. She’s consistently excellent about finishing her work, which is lovely, and you can pretty much always count on a feel-good romantic ending. 

@hopedreamlovepray - Writing one-shots that stick with your reader is hard. Keeping a story to 1-2k and still being impactful is even harder. She absolutely manages it every time. Hope27 (as she’s known on AO3, so you can find her) has something like a hundred Olicity fics. These are, in my opinion, absolutely perfect if you want to lose yourself in a story on the train to work or during your lunch hour. 

@dettiot - Mel has a lot of great stories (like really great). My favorite is probably the “ink in my pen ran dry” series, but that’s a really tough call. Core Curriculum is super hot. The Felicity Stark series (crossover with Avengers-verse) is brilliant and fun and made me giddy while reading it. Beauty in the Breakdown is excellent. Jerry the EA series features one of the best takes on a relative OC I’ve read in fics. Love is Red made me squeal like a teenager with excitement (I’m not ashamed; it was warranted). And Two Men, Same Name (written with @melsanfo) is one of those that I am absolutely dying for the time to catch up on. While I’m at it, let’s rec Mel Sanfo, too. Her Masquerade is another novel-length fic absolutely worth a read. You really can’t go wrong with either of these ladies. 

@ash818 - Ash is freaking awesome. So, here’s the thing. Her Legacy series is mind-blowingly good. I have to admit, I’ve only read The Man Under The Hood in the series (this is intentional, for a reason you’ll see in a moment, but you need to read all of her work ASAP, okay? You do). This series… you’ve got future, married Olicity with teenage children as they continue their mission. There’s action, plot, heartbreak, angst, love, everything you could want. It’s in first person from their son’s perspective which is something I would probably never have clicked on in the first place had it not come highly recommended, but good lord is it amazing. All of her characters have life. All of them have depth. Her OCs are fully formed and vital to the story without overshadowing characters you already know. I haven’t read the later stories because after I decided to continue on with FiCoN verse, I didn’t want to inadvertently shade my views on Olicity’s growing family and continuing mission with anything she did in her series. If anything I do happens to run parallel to her work, I want to know beyond any doubt that it’s 100% coincidence. But her stories are something I’m absolutely itching to get to read… eventually. Her writing is excellent.  

@tinaday3w - I’m tempted to say “JUST READ IT” but that’s probably not enough… But really, just read it. No one does slow burn like Tina. Victorian era AU with pirate!Oliver? Yes, please. Hello. I’ll take two.

@emmilynestill - She’s just so good. And sooooo hot. I don’t know if you know this, Anon, but writing a good sex scene is hard. You don’t want your reader pulled out of the scene by wondering if a position is actually possible or when underwear came off (or if it did) or how gravity isn’t making them collapse. Like… smut is difficult. But it reads so effortlessly with Emmilyne’s writing. And, beyond that, she weaves it in beautifully with plot that keeps you wondering what’s next and emotion that builds and grows in an organic way. Orgasms and organic feelings. Honestly, what else could anyone really want?

@ruwithmeguys - Jess will gut you and leave you asking her to do it again. Indecent Proposal… just… read the warnings and be ready and read it with a lot of time on your hands and probably in chunks because ouch. But still… read it.

@academyofshipping - Sarah has this dry sense of humor that comes out in her fics that’s as clever as it is fun. Fluffy, funny, smart, cute and rich with feeling, Sarah’s writing is consistently strong. 

@someonesaidcake - Felice is fantastic for completed, multichapter AU fics. She has quite a few and I’m pretty sure every single one included smut at some point (if that’s your thing) as well as plot. 

And… I’ve spent like an hour and a half on this which was a lovely diversion for my day. I know I’m forgetting amazing people but I have to stop here. When in doubt, take the title of a fic you like, google that name in quotes along with “rec list” and find someone’s list where that story was included, then explore the others. Or, check the bookmarks on AO3 of an author you like, that’s a great place to mine for fics, too. And, again, I can’t rec @theolicitylibrary enough. That said… happy reading, Anon! We’ll get through this hiatus together… through fic and sheer force of will. ;-)

The Revered Omega

I am a sucker for the headcanon / AU of a Revered Omega where the Omega is seen as some delgacy and should be treated like royalty.

  • These AU’s tend to have a low precentage of Omegas in their world.
  • Omegas would never be allowed to go anywehre without a Beta or Alpha accompanying them.
  • They tend to not be allowed jobs unless it’s family related.
  • Being mated to an Omega is an honor!
  • Suiters would shower them with gifts.
  • Parents tend to arrange their Omega child’s marriage.
  • These Omegas are usually not allowed to do any sports.
  • They probably tend private schools or are home schooled.
  • Their life is usually controlled by a parent figure.
  • These Omegas tend to be shy and soft spoken.
  • They can also be undeceive or uncaring of what to decide when given choices. Like, “Why should it matter? You’ll end up making the final decision anyways.”

But, I also like the idea of a Reverd Omega who is outspoken and a handful

  • They would always be running off to go see what is in a shop’s window.
  • Their Beta or Alpha care-taker is always sighing. Their job isn’t boring.
  • These Omega are always making new friends, no matter the dynamic.
  • They don’t like their dynamic stop them from wanting to work or doing activities that make them break a sweat.
  • Totally the type to sneak out of the house with their friends. Then they get grounded for two weeks.
  • They beg their parent’s to go to a public school.
  • They dress themselves, they start trends.
  • Some Alphas or Betas see this Omega as un-mate-able because this Omega is outspoken and not stereotypically submissive.
  • Arranged marriage? They think not!
Random Omegaverse Starters/Prompts

This is my first time doing anything like this. Please if you don’t think any of these are good, feel free to tell me and I will fix them or try again. Thank you loves. <3

  1. - Omega accidentally getting the wrong dry cleaning after trying it on and having to find the Alpha that it belongs too by the information the dry cleaners give them and the scent still left on the clothes. 
  2. - “Hey! You didn’t have to save me ya’know. Just because I’m an Omega doesn’t mean I’m weak! I could handle myself.”
  3. - Alpha asks a friend or a random Omega to be their plus one to a family event so their traditional family doesn’t even them lip for still being single. 
  4. - Alpha is out and about when they catch the scent of an Omega in heat. When they trail it and find the Omega, they’re surrounded by unwanted Alphas. Knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. 
  5. - “I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but my heat is about to start and I could really use some help right now.”
  6. - Omega helping an Alpha pick out clothes at the store for a new outfit. 
  7. - “This is not a place for a tiny Omega to be this late at night.”
  8. - Omega goes to an Alpha, who doesn’t look too menacing, and clings on them to get away from another creepy Alpha/Beta. 
  9. - Beta friend setting up friends on a date. 
  10. - “God, you smell ridiculously good.” 
  11. - “I smelled you from across the room and I gotta say, you have the best scent in the history of scents.”
  12. - Alpha randomly hugging an Omega that doesn’t have a jacket on outside as it starts snowing. 
  13. - Alpha or Omega scenting an Alpha/Omega on the bus or train, stuttering and blushing as soon as they are caught red handed. 
  14. - Drunk one nightstand with accidental bonding or mating marks. 
  15. - Alpha goes into rut and the closest Omega comes to save them before they cause any damage. 
  16. - Omega following the scent of an Alpha unconsciously and snaps out of the daze when he bumps into his or her back. 
  17. - Omega trying to get some heavy things out of their car and Alpha comes to help before they blow out their back. 
  18. - Omega gets a sperm donor and pregnant, and curiously contacts the father/mother to tell them they are welcomed in the pup(s) life(lives). 
  19. - “I’m stressed out, I gotta nest and cuddle. Please come over?” 
  20. - “I tried to recreate that dessert you made that one time, and now I have something that looks like oatmeal and not cake batter. Send help?” 
  21. - Alpha finding an Omega crying and automatically offers to comfort them and fight the reason that they are crying. 
  22. - Alpha bumping into an old Omega crush from school, then stammers as they try to ask them about life. 
  23. - “You’re not like other Omegas, are you?” 
  24. - “I love you, screw an arrange bonding!” 
  25. - “I want you to be the father/mother of my pups, and no one else.” 
  26. - Alpha courting the Omega, but not doing it in a romantic way. So they start gifting the Omega toothpaste and socks. 
  27. - Omega taking it upon themselves to court an available Alpha. Getting the attention of the Alpha with no problem whatsoever. 
  28. - “An actual puppy is just practice for a real pup!”
  29. - Alpha’s parents arrange their bonding to an Omega. 
  30. - Omega asking an Alpha to take them home from a party because they are scared by how many people are there. 
  31. - “I need a heir, I know you will be a wonder mother/father. Please help me make a baby.” 
  32. - Omega is a doctor and Alpha is a nurse. They always get made fun of by their peers, until they find each other sad in the break room. 
  33. - “Why do you have a fake bonding mark?” 
  34. - “My ex-boyfriend is here, please scent me before he tries to do something towards me.” 
  35. - Alpha asks friends out to eat, Beta friend tells everyone to stay home, but the Omega so Alpha/Omega can have an impromptu date. 
  36. - Alpha is a single parent and needs to hire an Omega nanny to help them out with their Omega/Beta child. 
  37. - “You’ll make an amazing mate one day, I know I’d be honored to be bonded to you.”
  38. - Omega trying to flirt with an Alpha, but getting too nervous and run away. Only to have the Alpha chase after them to make sure they are okay. 
  39. - Alpha goes feral for whatever reason, Omega steps in to calm them down before they are tranquilized and taken away. 
  40. Pregnant widowed Omega calls a friend or service to have an Alpha come comfort them since their previous mate is dead. 

Again, tell me if you like these or think if these are dumb. I need to know to fix them and make them less shitty. 

I hope you do like them though. Thank you loves. 

“Broken” (Chapter Two)

Steve brings Bucky home to meet the family. Excited to hear what you guys think of everyone.

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“Easy.” Steve murmured and wrapped an arm around Bucky, who hadn’t stopped shaking since the plane had landed in New York. “I promise everything’s going to be fine, alright? The team can’t wait to meet you. They were all really excited when I called to say I was bringing you home.”

Bucky swallowed nervously and ducked his head, fear,anxiety,nervous bleeding from him, his wings folded as tight to his body as he could get them. “I dunno, Steve.” He whispered. “It wasn’t that long ago that I was trying to kill them, you know? And now you think they’re gonna just welcome me in?”

Steve extended his wings, settling one over Bucky’s hunched shoulders. “Trust me, Buck. If there’s one thing the team is good at, it’s letting the past be the past. You will be fine. Have I ever led you wrong?”

Bucky shrugged beneath the heavy weight of Steve’s feathers. “Stevie, I feel like all of the bad ideas we ever had came from you.”

Steve laughed that off, and tightened his wings around his best friend. “Everyone’s going to love you.” He promised. “We are all Omegas and Betas besides–.” he cleared his throat and Bucky nodded jerkily.


“And that’s just one, alright? I don’t even know if he’s home, but if he is, I’m right here for you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything.”

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Steve/Tony Fic Recs: A/B/O

This one’s for @10th-symphony who asked for stevetony alpha/omgea fics.  I’m a newbie with this trope, so thank you to @chibisquirt for the fic rec help, and do check out @sabrecmc‘s rec list, and @mushroomhobbit‘s rec tag, since I know A/B/O is one of her fave tropes :)

Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc): 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn’t happy about it until he is.

This Is Not a Drill series by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc): “Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.

“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. 

“You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math. “I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started. 

“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.” 

“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”

You’re Not Stubborn (Just Impossible) Verse by Wordsplat (@wordsplat):  Steve’s an alpha, Tony’s an omega. Biology should take care of the rest, right? Except, Tony’s not anything like TV taught Steve omegas were–or like anyone else Steve’s ever met, actually–and Steve should really learn to just keep his mouth shut about that. Also, it doesn’t help that Tony’s not too keen on the idea of alphas. Or Steve. Yeah, this bonding thing looked a whole lot easier on TV.

Never is a Promise by manic_intent: Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.

Finding Pack by Naferty: In a world where pack means everything from status to fame to survival and to family, newly pack-less Tony Stark is trying to survive after those he once trusted betrayed him, and starting over by searching for a new pack to take him in, but with his age and status weighing heavily on his shoulders finding someone to take a chance on him might be easier said than done. (Mpreg fic)

What pack wanted an old infertile omega in their ranks? Certainly not the famous Avengers pack led by the equally famous Captain.

To Shield from the Storm by Politzania (@polizwrites): The Avengers have gone their separate ways after the Battle of New York and Tony Stark is on his own in the Tower. He’s successfully kept his omega status secret from all but a very few for decades; the suppressants have (mostly) done their job, but not for much longer.

Learning to team up with Captain America – possibly the most famous alpha of the 20th century and someone Tony’s already managed to alienate – is going to be just that much more difficult, now, isn’t it?

The Nature of Things series by Winterstar (@winterstar95): He will do anything for Tony in this room. Outside, he’s Captain America/Steve Rogers, inside he’s only omega – Tony’s omega.

The King’s Mate by savedbythenotepad (@saved-by-the-notepad): (WIP) Steve doesn’t believe in rushed marriages and knows that he can find his mate if he’s given the time. The Council disagree, seeing as Steve is a king who needs a worthy partner by his side. Especially when he needs to be married by the age of twenty-five. Steve is twenty-three and running out of time.

Tony has been forced into a betrothal with an alpha who only sees him as a object and a tool. He has fought and protested but no one listens due to his omega status. All Tony wants is to be free and live life the way he wants, free from the restraints of what an omega should be.

Then it all changes when their worlds collide, for the better and for the worst. 

Adopt by greenteeth: Steve’s life is the same as usual. He goes to work, fights super villains, banters with other Avengers and goes home to an empty apartment. Until the son of an old friend shows up asking for help, well sex first, then help. Suddenly Steve is married, fighting super villains, worrying what Obadiah Stane and coming home to Tony most nights of the week. (Mpreg fic)

Neither Independent nor Serious by ChibiSquirt (@chibisquirt): Steve doesn’t think it’s unreasonable of him to be alarmed by Tony’s disclosure, because Tony’s his teammate. 

It isn’t unheard of for a man to switch his dynamic; it mostly happens in cases of high stress, when the hormones produced would instigate either an advance to or a retreat from the extreme ends of the spectrum. Plenty of soldiers he’d known had gone off to battle as Betas and come home Alphas; a few came home Omegas, instead, and back before the days of suppressants, they got an honorable discharge. 

But no one goes straight from Omega to Alpha, or, for that matter, the reverse, which means that Tony has to have changed dynamic not once, but twice. And that is rare.

Howling Commando by AnonEhouse: In this apocalyptic world survival takes precedence over nearly everything. Throw in Alphas, Omegas, soul bonds, and shape-shifting, and it’s a wonder Steve Rogers remains such a level-headed person. Tony Stark is still a specially flaky snowflake, of course. (Warning for slight dub-con. Mpreg fic)

The Other Side of the Door by AnonEhouse: Tony Stark died during the battle for New York, but three months later a Tony Stark from another dimension falls into Steve’s arms. Tony desperately needs Steve’s help in order to survive long enough for his baby to be born. It’s just common decency on Steve’s part. Isn’t it? The fact that he finds Tony attractive has nothing to do with it. After all, he’s not the Steve who Tony married. The Avengers are just… well, you wouldn’t turn away a pregnant man who had no place to go, would you? (Mpreg fic)

Alpha, Beta, Gamma Radiation series by Lumelle: It’s a new world and a new century, and Steve’s still not entirely used to being an alpha. Throw in a developing relationship with Tony (who seems to have replaced the sun at some point, because Steve’s world is busy revolving around him), the murky world of alpha dynamics, beta Bruce’s problems with alpha Hulk, and Clint’s inability to stay out of trouble no matter what his dear mate tries, and he won’t have time to worry much about his beta past.

Birds of a Feather by LoquitorLatinae: Tony only ever wanted to be an Alpha with bright feathers, a huge wingspan, and attitude. But he was an Omega, and while he still has the attitude, his lot in life as dictated by society leaves a lot to be desired. But he was Tony Stark, and he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way—though he wouldn’t necessarily be against the company of a certain Alpha Capsicle.

Batteries Not Included and sequel by Robin_tCJ (@robintcj): Tony is trying to get through his heat when the batteries in his vibrator die, and he needs new ones. Who will help him?

Joined ‘verse by RurouniHime (@thegertie): “Want a blood test,” Steve manages, because on the third night of their Week, he can think more clearly than he’s been able to for days. Tony’s scent is strong in his nostrils, cloying in a strange, sleek way he yearns after like a tune he nearly recognizes. “If you’re getting sick—”

“God.” Tony shifts bodily up into him, clenching around him. “Yes, Mom.”

Oversight by ShyOwl: It really wasn’t Steve’s fault that no one knew he was an omega.

why stop now by Zekkass: Tony’s an alpha, Steve’s an alpha, they shouldn’t work.

In A Rut by rougewinter (@rouge-winter): “You don’t have to do this, Tony.” Pepper said as she tightened her white knuckled grip on the clipboard in her arms. “I’m sure we can find someone else.”“Yes. I do.” Tony said, surprised that his voice came out steadier than he expected.

Or the one where Steve goes into an Alpha Rut and Tony is the only one who can help.

Howl by shetlandowl (@shetlandowl): (WIP) A baseline human is just as you would expect; just like you and me. A beta is all that and more: the loyalty and devotion of a pack-minded upbringing, the power and healing of the wolf, and none of the fuss of an alpha or omega. They’re handsome and bold, talented and historically the subject of fantastic and heroic tales; all in all, the dream for any human inclined to romance.

Alphas and omegas… that gets a little trickier.

If anyone wants a themed rec list, hit me up in my inbox! Previous rec lists are here

Omega Shiro/Alpha Keith AU

Because someone pointed out the atrocious lack of Omega Shiro

1. Shiro is too big to wear his Alpha’s clothes, so whenever he wants to smell claimed (because someone won’t get the hint he’s taken) he makes Keith wear his shirts until he’s satisfied they smell enough like the alpha.

2. Do not ever imply that Shiro isn’t the ideal proportions for an Omega within Keith’s ear shot. He’s a big believer in the idea that protecting Shiro’s honor is part of his job. Shiro can’t ever find it in himself to be mad at Keith for it.

3. Somehow Keith always knows Shiro is about to go into heat before Shiro does. It’s gotten to the point that Shiro realizes he’s about to go into heat when Keith starts asking him if he wants seconds and offering him snacks constantly.

4. Shiro’s happiest when he’s being held. Doesn’t care if he’s little spoon, using Keith as a pillow, or being snuggled up to his Alpha’s chest. He just wants Keith’s arms wrapped around him.

5. Shiro actually has two mate bites from Keith. His first one was covered by a scar when he was in the arena. When he got back, Keith gave him a new one on a clear patch of skin.

{ ways to make you cry }

pairing: poly!hamilsquad x reader

au: omegaverse

t/w: alcohol

a/n: this is the “car fic”. i think it will be 3-4 parts!  for the next part, i’ll tag whoever likes/reblogs this so you don’t need to ask. hope you guys like it!

also, d/o stands for drink order!

part one

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You heard John call. 

You looked up from your vanity and called out to him.

“I’m in here!” You said. “In the guest bedroom!”

He quickly turned around and walked back in the direction of the guest bedroom. You were curling your hair, already dressed to go out tonight.

You’d chosen a short red dress–one that was tight enough to show a little skin, but still wasn’t too revealing. Your makeup was all done and John looked like he was in a trance when he laid his eyes on you.

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Better This Way (Chapter Five)

The calm before the storm. The sweetness before the angst. God, the feels, THE FEELS!

Loving all the feedback from you guys, it’s all lovely and I love you


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Peter’s heat started three days later, and other than a short text a few days ago from Wade saying that he took an out of town ‘job’,  he hadn’t heard from the Alpha since their conversation on the roof.

So he told himself not to be too emotional about it, gathered all his supplies and engaged the extra locks on all his doors. Windows were bolted shut and curtains closed. He pulled his favorite toy– a long dildo with a big knot at the base– from his dresser and put it on the end table next to several bottles of water and some protein bars. A waterproof liner over his mattress but under his favorite sheets, and all the blankets tossed into the corner of the room. He’d just sweat through them anyway, and no sense adding to the laundry pile.

Peter kept looking at his phone, kept thinking about calling Wade, or even texting him, because at this point just a message from the Alpha would make him feel better. But eventually he tossed the phone into his closet and threw an arm over his head. It was already almost midnight, nearly pitch black in his room and Peter wished he could just sleep, wished he could just pass out for a few hours to make this part go faster.

Pre-heat–the hours of his body temperature slowly rising, of the ache inside him growing steadily worse, of the arousal that started out as a low buzz and then became something like a scream in his head—

He wished he could just sleep through it.
Or have someone to sit with him through it.
But if Wade wanted to be here he would have been here. He wouldn’t have taken a fucking job somewhere. He would have—

Tap tap tap.

Peter frowned, but chalked the noise up to a mouse or something. This apartment was better than the last place he lived, but still kind of a shit-hole. Mice were to be expected.

Tap tap tap.

No, that was definitely his window.

Peter rolled out of bed, slipped into a pair of shorts and pulled the curtains away from the window, peering out into the dark, grateful for his perfect night vision.

“Oh.” his mouth fell open. “Oh.”

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Being pursued by an Alpha was positively flattering and absolutely nerve-wracking at the exact same time. You were an omega. When an Alpha of caliber began to take interest in you, your pheromones yanked you one way while your ever logical mind pulled you in the opposite. You were analytical, calculating, smart; your wits often trumping your instinct when it came to these mating dances that Alphas liked to start.

To most Alpha’s, getting an Omega was a game, a notch in their bed post, a tally mark on their roster. Laying with one they hadn’t marked as theirs was enthralling, exhilarating but ultimately a simple ends to a means. Omegas, however, had a susceptibility to forming emotional attachments to those they laid with during moments of high hormonal exchanges. While it was by no means definite in every encounter, there was a chance and you didn’t want that. Of course, you knew, Alphas and Omegas were individuals. While base biology laid out a framework, personalities, genetic makeup,  culture, individual hormone levels, sexualities, any number of factors could change one’s true selves and how their secondary sex affected them. But still you couldn’t risk it.

Except you wanted to. God you wanted to. For him at least.

Reaper wasn’t like other Alpha’s. You had chastised yourself so many times for thinking that cliched chick flick line. But it was really how you felt. Talon was not lacking in agents that fell along the entire secondary sexual spectrum; Alphas, Betas, Omegas and even the occasional Gamma. Reaper was a Prime Alpha, the top of the top, whose simple aura demanded assent from fellow Alphas and subservience from Betas and Omegas. He had the ability to bed whomever he liked and any who ended up there would thank him for the opportunity. And yet, the man had never flaunted his status. Hell, you had barely seen this man take an interest in anyone around him other than Sombra and Widowmaker, which seem strictly professional if somewhat familial, or the occasional agent who incurred his wrath. Until you. You had initially taken his attention for trouble, assuming you had drawn the ire of the organization’s top mercenary by running your mouth.

You were a field agent, albeit one who didn’t get to see as much high-intensity action as he did. You usually were one of the first in; assessing the area, analyzing weak points, pointing out pitfalls, setting up exit routes and traps before getting out and allowing shock troopers to pour in. It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay on comms to instruct agents on where to go. You had learned very early to grow a thick skin as an omega, more often than not Alphas on the field didn’t want to listen to you. They openly bucked up against your instructions, questioning your decisions and mocking your suggestions. ‘Your life is in my hands and if you want to fucking live you will listen’ had become your motto.

You had said that statement so many times it fell from your lips automatically, so when you had spat it at Reaper you immediately paled. It had been instinctual, Reaper was being cornered by that Soldier: 76 vigilante and he seemed hell bent on pursuing him further into the factory despite the fact the building was being stormed by recalled Overwatch agents. So you yelled your line, let him know that there was a air duct he could mist through several halls back and that if he wanted to make it he would take it. Then silence had hung heavy and terrifying in the comms until Sombra’s entertained laughter crackled through the line. Reaper growled, and the noise had sent every single Omega instinct inside of your reeling, demanding that you apologize while your pride refused to let you. Watching your holo-pad you watched him double back, fingers dancing over the screen as security feed turned into thermal and Reaper made his way back to where the rest of his small team was. Before signing out of your device, ‘RIP’ in bold neon purple lettering popped up across your screen.

Since then, the Reaper had made it a point to seek you out. You were shocked the first time you heard him say your name, a shiver rushing down your spine when the deep timbre of his voice reached your ears. You had frozen, waiting for him to yell at you for bucking out of your position, but it never came. Instead, without saying the exact words, it felt like he gave you a begrudging thank you. He had made it a point to seek you out, a few words the first few days morphing into near daily conversations whenever you both were on the base together. You found yourself seeking him out despite your mind telling your mind telling you to be cautious, your pheromones overwhelming them and building a small bit of hope against the barriers you had set up to protect you from situations just like this.

He made you feel surprisingly comfortable, his biting sarcasm and wit making you laugh and giggle(fucking giggle), and you could feel something building inside of you every time you were around him. He didn’t question your intelligence, he enjoyed listening to you speak about your interests and you in turn the same for him. The both of you were strategical and a mutual respect formed when speaking about battle plans. After missions, he’d come to your quarters with absolutely no false pretenses, he’d just listen to you explain how things had gone on the field and occasionally he’d share how things went on his missions. For someone as guarded as you, allowing an Alpha into your quarters was a huge step, and he recognized that. He granted you his name and you had felt honored, this gift better than any bullshit jewelry or piece of clothing or food some other Alpha had tried to woo you with before. Woo…that’s not what this was supposed to be, although you were doing a poor job of convincing yourself of that.

You raked your fingers through your sweat-soaked hair, releasing a slow, shuddering breath as your tried to center yourself. Reap–no Gabriel, was due to stop by this evening; he was returning from a week-long mission in Egypt and you knew he would be by here soon enough. You tried to calm the excitement that was growing in your stomach, but you truly didn’t know if you wanted to. Your heat had swept in hard and fast, your mind was a confused jumble as you tried to find reason in what you were feeling. You liked him, or at least you thought you did. You piqued your interest, he didn’t question your intelligence, he made you feel wanted. And he wanted you too…right? Or was that your heat-riddled mind reading further into this than what it was.

Shaking your head, you huffed and shook your hands hard as if that would help to shake away those feeling of uncertainty before going back to building your nest. You had already spread all the softest blankets and cushions onto your bedroom floor, your normal nest gear, but now you were hovering in your living room. Comfortable living had always been something you focused on, soft pillows and blanket laid across your small couch. The scent of Gabriel had soaked into them and your heat heightened senses drew you to them like a magnet. But every time you went to pick up one of the pillows or the thin blanket, to drink in his scent, you hesitated. Could you trust these feelings?

Ambivalence hung heavy in your breast as your fingers grazed over the blanket, your hand tightening into the fabric and shivering as his heady scent filled your nostrils. Your fist tightened around the soft fabric, your movements still timid as you pulled the blanket into your arms, hugging the fabric to you. An unconscious keen rose from your throat, a lazy smile tugging across your lips. Smoke and sandalwood and musk intertwined with the normal lighter, sweeter scent of you.

“You look much happier when you give in cariño.”

“Holy fucking shit!”

You practically jumped out of your skin, actually jumping two feet into the air and away from the part man-part wraith, twisting around to see his smirking form. Another perk of getting close to the Alpha was he allowed you to see his unmasked face. Another shred of evidence perhaps? Shaking your head you tried to calm your drumming heart, knowing that your shouldn’t have been too surprised. You and Gabriel had a system involving the decorative magnets on your door; if the cute round barn owl was up, the man could wraith in, if it was down, he had to message you before he entered. You had left it up, unconsciously wanting him to immediately come to you. You couldn’t hide your delight that he had.

The man stood before you, sans his normal trench coat, gauntlet and body armor. Just those impossibly tight black cargo pants, his black combat boots and a black t-shirt that you swore had to be painted on over the succulent muscles of his chest shoulders and arms. His dark skin had that impossibly cool gray undertone, your fingers itching to drag over the scars and keloided wounds, to learn the stories behind them. You wondered how his thick black curls would feel between your hands, clenched between your fists as you pulled him to you and begged–oh god you were tumbling down that rabbit hole hard.

You gulped hard, trying to temper your body’s volatile reaction to him. Pleasure instantly began to pool in between your legs, your thighs squeezing tight together, your face flushing in desire as you tried to form words. No, this wasn’t right. You couldn’t do this. But god did you want this, wanted him. Your eyes were big as you stared at him, gaze frantic as you looked at the man, trying to calm the sea of emotion that churned in your mind. Gabriel took a half step forward, his hand reaching out to rest on your cheek confidently. His touch was cooler than you imagined, small tendrils of black smoke curling off of his dark skin, your body unconsciously melting into his contact. His thumb brushed right under you eyes, your gaze jumping up to meet his sanguine orbs; the calmness he exuded beginning to penetrate your frenzied mind.

“Why are you resisting your nature?”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, your mouth open and closing several times before you were able to form anything comprehensible.

“I-I want…n-no need… I… fuck… I-I’m confused”, you stuttered, before your words melted into a soft purr as he awarded you with an affectionate stroke of the cheek for sharing. You couldn’t see, but your pupils were already dilated, more black than iris in your gaze, a tell-tale sign you were beginning to tiptoe further into your heat.  “I-I th-think I want you….I-I re-really do b-but I can’t! I-I can’t…”

“Why can’t you querida”, he asked, turning your face in his hand, no judgement behind his eyes. He simply wanted your answer. “Resisting your nature is only going to make it worst. I can smell it on you. You want this, you want me to make you mine. Hell, I want it too, Y/N. So what are you fighting for?”

“What if it’s just the heat”, you exclaimed, your hands pushing the blanket tighter against your chest. You took a half step back, immediately missing his touch as you left his range. He allowed you to move away but you could see that he was not going to leave, not that you would ask him to. You fidgeted with the blanket, wanting to tear your eyes away but you couldn’t. Your body was practically swaying, the sudden rush of body heat making you dizzy. But you were determined to get your point across. You didn’t want to blow this with him, you didn’t want to possibly lose him. “I feel like I want you but I don’t want…don’t want to second guess it. Can't… Can’t you fuck me without claiming me? Please?”

You fidgeted, trying to force down the keen that was in your throat as you looked at him, unconsciously pouring charm in waves towards the Alpha. Gabriel gave you a small half-nod, your eyes growing round in surprised excitement, the excited noise that left your throat making the Alpha chuckle.

“We can take this as slow or fast as you’d like cariño”, he answered, opening his arms up for you to move into. He was allowing for it to be your call, no pressure, no intimidation. Your eyes dropped to his chest then back up to his face before you surged forward, the blanket still held tight to you.

The self control that the Prime Alpha had been exerting was lost when you threw yourself at him, one of your arms looping around his neck as you pressed your lips hard to his. He growled ravenously against your lips, his arms looping around your waist, crushing your body hard against his. You shuddered, your body on fire as his hands finally had their chance to explore, running up and down your spine and sides, drawing desperate mewls from your mouth. His tongue swept at your bottom lip demanding entrance, your lips parting to oblige, moaning desperately as you tasted him for the first time. He tasted like smoke and spice and just–right.

“N-nest pl-please”, you begged, pulling away from his lips as you tried to pull air into your lungs. Your mind was beginning to go, you were turning into nothing more than a bundle of nerve and instincts and you needed to be in your nest with him. You barely heard his growled ‘where’ as your kiss swollen lips found his again, stuttering softly against his own. “B-b-bedroom!”

You gasped in surprise as Gabe hoisted you up by your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walked through your small apartment. Your nails dug into his shoulders, his head dipping into your neck and nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin at the crux of your shoulder. Your legs tightened around his waist, pressing you more firmly against his covered length, your head leaning against his when he finally made it into your room. He was ridiculously careful when he put you into the bundle of blankets, a shiver rolling down your spine as he hovered over you. He licked his lips, a slow smirk crawling onto his features, a predatory gaze taking over his features. Still he waited for a tick, his eyes drifting up and down your body, his hands hovering but not exactly touching yet. Testing, making sure.

“Please”, you begged, back arching up and off of the soft cushions, your eyes growing misty. He was not your Alpha, but in this moment there was nothing, no one else but you two. “I’m burning up, please Gabriel…”

“Shh”, he ordered, straddling your waist, his cool hands moving under your shirt and pushing the fabric up and off. The tears in your eyes rolled down your cheeks, your body arching towards his touch. “Quiet now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gabriel’s hands made quick work at removing the rest of your clothes, a soft sigh falling from your lips in absolute relief as the cooler air of the room caressed your skin. He sat back, admiring your body, a low rumble of appreciation in his chest. Your entire body was flushed, a light sheen of sweat covering you from head to toe. Your thighs and nethers were covered in slick, your nipples hard, your lips parted and your eyes half shaded as you stared up at him, hair fanned like a halo around your face. You were the perfect image of desire and he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

His shirt came off and his shoes had been toed off before he entered your nest, his lips finding your nipples and pulling them into your mouth. He groaned around the hard bud, your hands tightening into his hair. His tongue flicked and circled the hard bud, sucking hard until your back arched off of the nest once more. His hand dove between your legs, a scream torn from your lips as soon as his finger touched your heated sex. He wasted no time, slipping between your sopping lips and finding your clitoris, an orgasm tearing through your body. Your thighs clamped around his hand and trapped it, or at least they tried. He was stronger than you on a regular day. When you were in heat, pushing your thighs back open was effortless, his fingers circling around your hypersensitive bud.

“No no amorcita”, he practically purred to you, pulling away from your breast with a pop. Your face burned even brighter now, your body on fire with the need to feel him, to have him inside of you. “You’re burning up right? You need it right? I’m not small, querida. You gotta be nice and relaxed…”

You nodded at each of his questions, whining desperately, taking his lack of immediate action as a no.

“P-p-please”, you begged, your hand dragging down from his hair and to the side of his neck. Your fingertip traced over the sensitive areas that a mating mark would go, an extremely erogenous zone as you begged. You could see the shudder roll through him, the bare chested man releasing a low, warning growl as he looked down at you. “Please please….I need….please?”

He pulled back, tears actually flowing from your eyes as he sat completely back on his feet, a petulant sob leaving your lips. He shook his head at you, a chastising look at trying to coerce him into fucking him before you were ready. Gabriel kept his fingers on your soaked cunt, his other hand moving to rest gently on your hips to keep you in place and prevent you from sitting up. His fingers dragged down from your swollen clit before two of his thick digits were pressed inside of you, your hips rocking to try and gain more traction. Your walls were molten hot, Gabriel biting his bottom lip at how tightly you were squeezing his fingers. Gabriel moved slow, scissoring his fingers inside of your carefully as he stretched you out. It wasn’t enough, your hips trying to rock and twist to take more of him inside of you. A third joined the first two, more slick spilling over his fingers and hands, a choked keen of need rising from your chest. Still, the Alpha kept up his work, winding your body up and stretching you until he made an approving sound in the back of his throat.

When Gabriel pulled away from you completely, you felt as if you might fall completely apart, reaching out for him. He unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other smoothing over your forehead, quietly shushing you, comforting you as he pushed his pants away and down. You drank in his touch, turning your face and nuzzling desperately against him, keening your need to him wordlessly. His cooler body temperature was heaven against your burning skin, and the physical contact calmed the raving need in your mind.

His other hand came to your face, making you focus in on him as his forehead came to touch yours. Your eyes were round and watery, his gaze heated and primal, his thumbs stroking either side of your face as he pressed several gentle kisses to your pleasure swollen lips. Soft, happy mewls met each his, your hands moving to gently hold his wrists in place, not wanting to lose his touch as he stabilized himself on his elbows.

“Spread your legs a little more”, he orders between tender kisses, your body obliging the Alpha as you tried to keep up with him. “Now relax cariño…”

His kisses got longer, deeper, hungrier as you felt him began to push himself forward, his lips capturing your moan as his head pressed against your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat, gaze finally tearing from his as he pushed inside of you, eyes shutting tight. Your own kisses stuttered against his as he pushed himself in half way before pulling out, a wanting sob wrested at the emptiness you felt. Gabriel stole the whine away, his lips crashing into yours as his thickness pressed into you again, your hips arching to meet him needily. He pulled back though, sending a clear message that he was in control and in charge of your pleasure, his hips rolling to push further into you and graze against the bundle of nerves inside of you. You sobbed and writhed beneath him, your body overwhelmed by every single sensation you were feeling.

Your lips and tongue were his, nips and kisses making them even more sensitive.  Your hands could only claw at his forearms and shoulders and neck and back, completely lost at what to do with your hands, unable to ground yourself as you floated in pleasure. Every single stroke he drove inside of you sent slick dribbling, your thighs and calves and lower stomach twitching in pleasure. You were enraptured, you could die like this if it meant experiencing pleasure like this for your final moments. With him. God, this was all you could ask for, wasn’t it?


One of Gabe’s hand dragged away from your face, forcing itself between your bodies and finding your clit. No, this is how you would die. You jerked against him but his thrusts and touch were firm, his thumb circling your clit in tandem with a thrust against your g-spot. Every muscle in your body went stiff before you began to quake as your first true orgasm of your heat slammed through you, white taking over your vision as you arched into him. He didn’t let up, his thumb remaining dimly pressed against your clit as he continued to fill you up, your cries melting away into mewling, surprised breaths, another orgasm burning through you. Your vision went pleasantly fuzzy, your head lolling to the side as you were overcome with yet another orgasm. Gabriel’s dropped his face into the crux of your neck, kissing and nipping but pulling back just short of biting or claiming you, your body shivering as his brutal pace slowed, his cock still inside of you.

“Don’t worry”, he said, marking his words with a gentle kiss. “I’ve got you as long as you’ll have me.”

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Phillipa was born in 2202 and attended Starfleet from 2220-2224 and at some point received the “Legion of Honor Medal” (among other things that got cut off it appears).

Michael was born in 2226, attended the Vulcan Science Academy from 2245-2249 and has received (or joined?) the “Vulcan Scientific Legion of Honor.”

anonymous asked:

hey!! do you have any recommended a/b/o stony fics? thank u in advance!! (also please don't shy way from mpreg it's my guilty pleasure)

A/B/O can definitely be an interesting trope, I’ve discovered. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, and here we are!  Here are some I’ve enjoyed, though please note that these tend not to be particularly of the fluffy variety.  Due to the nature of A/B/O, make sure to check the warnings.

Also check out the recs from @mushroomhobbit who has a great list.


Never Is a Promise by manic_intent:  Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.

To Shield From the Storm by @polizwrites (WiP):  The Avengers have gone their separate ways after the Battle of New York and Tony Stark is on his own in the Tower. He’s successfully kept his omega status secret from all but a very few for decades; the suppressants have (mostly) done their job, but not for much longer.
Learning to team up with Captain America – possibly the most famous alpha of the 20th century and someone Tony’s already managed to alienate – is going to be just that much more difficult, now, isn’t it?

While We Pretend to Sleep by Typo66:  Tony pretends to be an alpha. Then he forgets he had been pretending. One thing he remembers is Steve. Steve tries to help out in his old fashioned, ethically strict way. Tony likes making big gestures. He has never been subtle.

Cornered by Goda:  For the prompt: A/B/O AU (but where Alphas/Betas/Omegas have equal rights and there is no obvious prejudice). Tony is Steve’s Omega. Newly mated pairs experience feelings of possessiveness, protectiveness and horniness. But the serum enhances it. Cue Steve trying to keep Tony locked up in his room protected by his shield while being embarrassed about the whole situation, and Tony being amused by it.

For Your Eyes Only by @sarah-has-blue-eyes:  Every soldier looks forward to mail call. But Alpha Steve Rogers gets a big surprise with the letter his Omega, Tony Stark, has sent him.

Howling Commando by AnonEhouse: In this apocalyptic world survival takes precedence over nearly everything. Throw in Alphas, Omegas, soul bonds, and shape-shifting, and it’s a wonder Steve Rogers remains such a level-headed person. Tony Stark is still a specially flaky snowflake, of course.(The non-con is one scene at the beginning & is more accurately described as dubious consent. He consented beforehand, on the fuck or die principle, when he was capable of giving consent.)

Inkling by @theactualcluegirl:  "Enough!“ The doctor snapped, no trace of chummy comfort left in his voice as he shoved the hypospray at another of the nurses. “We have orders! MPs, get topside, now. Hooper, get another fifty of Xyladine into the Captain. Dacy and Roccio, prep the gurney. Seames, wipe your goddamned face off and prep for blood draw.”“But Major, the muster-"Steve felt the cuff on his right arm begin to tear, blood slicking his wrist against the metal’s bite.
The doctor rounded on his aide, teeth bared. "Did. I. Stutter?"Another one tried, "Sir, the alphas will need-”“The alphas will fight, Corporal,” The doctor snatched the hypospray back. “Rut haze or no, they’ll fight. That’s what we keep them around for, now get that man unconscious, or I will-”

White Lace, Red Ribbons and Gold Rings by Agent C:  It’s a few days before Tony’s heat. Steve took time off early to prepare the house for his omega’s on-coming heat. However, Tony seems to have other plans for them.(Or: pre-heat sex on the dining room table because of reasons + Tony with a corset piercing)

Batteries Not Included by @robintcj:   Tony is trying to get through his heat when the batteries in his vibrator die, and he needs new ones. Who will help him?

The Other Side of the Door by AnonEhouse: While a few major character deaths are mentioned, they are either off-stage, or in the past, with no details. Other versions of the characters are alive and well in this story. I decided a warning tag would be misleading, but I wanted to give readers a heads up in case even that much would be upsetting.Tony Stark died during the battle for New York, but three months later a Tony Stark from another dimension falls into Steve’s arms. Tony desperately needs Steve’s help in order to survive long enough for his baby to be born. It’s just common decency on Steve’s part. Isn’t it? The fact that he finds Tony attractive has nothing to do with it. After all, he’s not the Steve who Tony married. The Avengers are just… well, you wouldn’t turn away a pregnant man who had no place to go, would you?

In a rut by @rouge-winter :  “You don’t have to do this, Tony.” Pepper said as she tightened her white knuckled grip on the clipboard in her arms. “I’m sure we can find someone else.”“Yes. I do.” Tony said, surprised that his voice came out steadier than he expected.Or the one where Steve goes into an Alpha Rut and Tony is the only one who can help.

Neither Independent nor Serious by @chibisquirt:  Steve doesn’t think it’s unreasonable of him to be alarmed by Tony’s disclosure, because Tony’s his teammate.It isn’t unheard of for a man to switch his dynamic; it mostly happens in cases of high stress, when the hormones produced would instigate either an advance to or a retreat from the extreme ends of the spectrum. Plenty of soldiers he’d known had gone off to battle as Betas and come home Alphas; a few came home Omegas, instead, and back before the days of suppressants, they got an honorable discharge.But no one goes straight from Omega to Alpha, or, for that matter, the reverse, which means that Tony has to have changed dynamic not once, but twice. And that is rare.

Breaking Tony by @awesomeavocadolove:  In a world where everyone is born beta, leaders chosen by newly founded packs become alpha. Omegas are not born or made, they are broken.Steve wants Tony to become the Avenger’s omega.

An Alpha for Christmas by @captainneverever:   Lonely Steve spends the days before Christmas pining for Tony.

Our Dual Nature by @winterstar95:  He will do anything for Tony in this room. Outside, he’s Captain America/Steve Rogers, inside he’s only omega – Tony’s omega.

You Kiss Me So Sweetly by romanoff:  The usual story: Tony’s an omega, Steve’s an alpha. Drug induced heat, and then they’re at it like rabbits.Or, the one where Tony has a fucking awful birthday, but then Steve makes it okay.

Closer (I need you so much closer) by downuptime: Tony Stark was pretty sure he was the luckiest man in the whole wide world. First, his dad. Then Afghanistan. Obi. Then the palladium poisoning thing. Pepper breaking up with him.And now, he was stuck under a building with Captain America of all people. His childhood crush, who thought he was an immature, reckless idiot with no regard for anyone except himself.To be exact, they were four levels underground in the garage of a building ninety stories high. Which had collapsed.Oh, and he was going into heat.Perfect.

In Tandem by RurouniHime: “Want a blood test,” Steve manages, because on the third night of their Week, he can think more clearly than he’s been able to for days. Tony’s scent is strong in his nostrils, cloying in a strange, sleek way he yearns after like a tune he nearly recognizes. “If you’re getting sick—”“God.” Tony shifts bodily up into him, clenching around him. “Yes, Mom.”

You’re Not Stubborn (Just Impossible) by @wordsplat:   Steve’s an alpha, Tony’s an omega. Biology should take care of the rest, right? Except, Tony’s not anything like TV taught Steve omegas were–or like anyone else Steve’s ever met, actually–and Steve should really learn to just keep his mouth shut about that. Also, it doesn’t help that Tony’s not too keen on the idea of alphas. Or Steve. Yeah, this bonding thing looked a whole lot easier on TV.

Fall In Ecstasy by @51st:   There were…things on the internet. Most of them, well, made Steve realize that though people today seemed to be more accepting of differences, being an Omega or an Alpha wasn’t something you talked about unless you started up a website and made people give you their credit card number first.

Hahaha, yes, thanks Anon!  ETA, I also have written a couple of A/B/O fics!

Celestial Navigation and assorted ficlets:  18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn’t happy about it until he is.

This Is Not a Drill and This Is Not a Drill: Honeymoon Edition:  “Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math.“I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started.“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.”“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”

{ ways to make you cry }

au: omegaverse

t/w: none

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a/n: thanks for reading guys!! to anyone i made cry, please forgive me i love u

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part four

Alex took your hand, squeezed it gently. “I missed hearing your voice.” 

You nodded, smiling a little. He shot you a glare.


You raised your eyebrows in a curious expression. What? What’s wrong? Your face seemed to say. Your smile was coy and playful, but Alex wasn’t having it. Alex shoved you, almost knocking you off of the couch. 

“Okay! Okay!” You giggled. “Here, I’m talking. I’m talking.”

“Don’t even joke like that.” Alex nuzzled his face against your neck. You wrapped your arms around him tightly as you cuddled on the couch. He had wiggled his way into your lap but you weren’t complaining. “You’re so good, you know.” 

“Hmm? What do you mean?” You frowned a little, resting your chin on his head.

“You could have given them hell.” Alex chuckled a little, looking up at you.

“Yeah,” You whispered, rubbing little circles into his back. “Maybe. I-It’s just -” You bit your lip and Alex sat up a little straighter, watching you carefully. “We’ve been together for years, Alex. And that bond…It would hurt so much to sever.” You looked down, nervously. Alex intertwined your hands, squeezed it gently. 

“You know what it is? You’re just too impulsive.” You chuckled. “You would have had a bag already packed.” 

“Probably.” He mumbled before he laughed a little. “It would have been a lot messier.” 

It was quiet between the two of you. Alex was finished talking and you were lost in thought. 

If you didn’t have such a tight bond, would you have severed it? Would you have really said goodbye to your alphas? Was the depth of your relationship the only thing stopping you? 

The TV played in the background, but neither of you are watching it. You buried your face into Alex’s hair, playing with the ends of it. You closed your eyes, found comfort in his scent as you thought. 

Alphas. Your alphas. Laf and Herc had been with you for years and even before you were their omega, they were nothing but kind to you. Was it naive for you to hope that they’d be good forever? Was it stupid for you to hold onto that part of them? Even if it wasn’t guaranteed? What if something like this happened again? What if all the promises they made to you were just to make you stay?

What if they weren’t really sorry?

“I can hear you thinking.” Alex mumbled against you. “What’s wrong?” He pulled away a little, looked into your eyes. 

You gave him a half truth. “Worried about reconnecting with the alphas,” You whispered. “I don’t know where to start.” 

“Little steps.” He said. “You know what they need and you know what you need.” 

You nodded, gave him a little smile. Alex always seemed to put things in perspective for you.

“And no matter what, me and John are here for you.” He kissed your cheek. When he pulled away, he took a good look at you. “You look tired.”

“Wow, thanks, Alex. You really know how to charm an omega.” 

“That’s not what I meant! I mean -” He laughed a little, knowing whatever he said next would probably make things worse. “Why don’t you take a nap or something? Everyone else will be home by the time you wake up.” 

You reluctantly do so. Alex got up from the couch and stretched a little. He got you a blanket and draped it over you before disappearing from your view. You sprawled out along the couch before falling asleep. 

You woke up and opened your eyes groggily. You blinked up, feeling yourself being moved. You looked up to see that it was Herc. He was walking with you upstairs, holding you close to his chest. 

It felt familiar. You could remember the nights where you’d collapse on the couch and Herc would be there to take you upstairs. The nights were he just held you to his chest making you feel like everything was right in the world. You missed that. You missed him. You missed your alpha. 

“H-Herc?” You whispered, voice low and full of sleep. 

“Hi, baby.” He said softly, giving you a comforting smile. “Figured you wanted to be in the bed.” 

“Oh.” You blinked. You nuzzled your face into Herc’s chest, picking up the faint scent of his pheromones. “Thank you.” You said softly, closing your eyes. 

He smiled at you. The victory was small but to see you snuggling up to him made him smile. 

“It’s no problem.” Herc walked into the bedroom with you. He gently set you down on the bed, got you tucked under the sheets. He gave you a little smile and started to walk outside. Alex’s words echoed in your head. 

Little steps. 


He quickly turned, standing in the doorway. “Yes, honey?” 

“Can you stay with me?” You spoke up a little. “I-If you’re not busy, that is.” 

Herc felt his heart race a little, felt a smile creep onto his face. A surge of warmth filled him, making him feel relieved after the fight you had. Now, he was wanted. Now, he felt needed. 

“Yeah.” He smiled and he crawled into bed with you. He too got under the covers, propped up his elbow as he looked down at you. “You’re going to be up late, aren’t you?” 

“Probably, yeah.” You laughed a little, knowing he was right. “But, I’m awake now. Figured I could spend some time with you.” You looked up at him, biting your lip. 

“I’d love to.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, came closer to you. “This okay?” 

You nodded, feeling all your worries melt away. He kissed your head, pulled you closer to his chest. 

“How was work?” You said softly, tracing little circles along his arm. He readjusted himself as you rested your head on his chest. He couldn’t help but smile. He missed holding you like this. He missed having you here. 

He nosed at your neck, smiling when it smelled so familiar. You smelled like honey and hibiscus. He tried to control himself, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. He didn’t want to hurt you again.

“Work was good.” He said softly. “It’s nice being able to do what you love. Not everybody gets to say that.” 

You smiled as he spoke, noticing how his expression lit up at the mention of what he was working on. His newest collection was almost ready for production. 

“Got some new designs that I’m finalizing. Maybe you could model them for me?” 

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “I-I’d really like that. Your stuff is amazing, Herc. It’d be an honor.” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him in for a hug. You nosed at his scent, burrowing yourself deeper into his hold. He smelled like sandalwood and vanilla and his pheromones comforted you. 

“I’ll bring you in once they’re all finished. Even if I can’t get you fitted in one, you can see the stuff I’ve been working on.”

“You rarely ever bring stuff home anymore.” You pouted a little. “Everything’s a secret with you.” 

“Not true.” He chuckled. “And I do it so I can spend time with you, Alex, and John.”

“Not a lot of alphas are at home as much as you and Laf.” You whispered. You thought about your friends. Their alphas were rarely ever home hence why they went out so much. You started to wonder if it was really how their relationship worked or perhaps it was their way of rebelling. Either way, you found yourself a little more grateful that your alphas made time for you.

You looked up at him. “We appreciate it. I appreciate it.” 

“You’re my mate.” He said softly. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Show me what you’re working on then.” You grinned, nuzzling his nose against yours. 

“Alright, alright. You can come with me tomorrow.” Herc kissed your head. You smiled, his lips on your skin making you feel at ease.

You relaxed into his embrace. You closed your eyes, sunk back into his hold. You could do little steps. 

You tapped Laf’s shoulder, clearing your throat softly. 

“What do you need, love?” He looked at you, albeit it a little surprised. It wasn’t that you were ignoring him. It was just that moments with you were rare. You were warming up to Hercules. He figured it was only a matter of time until you warmed up to him. 

He wondered if this is where you were starting.

“It’s just us two tonight.” You said softly. Herc had taken Alex out on a date; John was working late at his job. You were the only two in the house. It felt daunting at first, but you could do this. Laf didn’t have to be a stranger to you. 

“Thought I could make you dinner or something.” 

“How about I make you dinner?” He countered, a little glint in his eye. 

“We can do it together.” You offered, leaning over the couch so you could look at him better. “Yeah?” 

Laf’s smile told you that meant yes. 

Little steps. You thought. Little steps.

You timidly leaned forward and kissed his temple. His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly relaxed. He closed his eyes, relished the feeling of your lips on his, and let out a little sigh.

“Might have to go to the store.” You mumbled and quickly headed into your kitchen. Laf heard you go, your footsteps padding along the floor of the house.

You took one look inside your almost empty fridge and burst into laughter. Laf peeked in just behind you, wondering what was so funny. When he joined you and saw what you were looking at, he too cracked a smile. 

“I guess I’ll have to go to the store.” Laf chuckled, eyeing the few ingredients in the fridge. It certainly wasn’t enough to make a meal.

“I’ll come with you.”

“You’ll want to get a jacket,” Laf whispered as he shut the refrigerator door. “It’s cold out, ma chérie.”

“Okay, alpha.” You said nonchalantly, already rushing upstairs. Laf sort of smiled, felt his heart beat a little faster. Another little victory, another piece of you brought back to him. You were calling him alpha again.

After you had gotten a jacket from your closet, you rushed back down to meet him. You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your purse. Once you were ready to go, Laf and you headed to the store. 

You naturally stayed close to Laf as you walked through the store. You felt something twitch inside you, found yourself staring at Laf for longer than you should have. If he noticed it, he didn’t mention it. 

Eventually, you worked up the courage to reach for his hand. Very slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his and leaned into his side as you stood in the middle of the produce section. 

He looked down at you with a little smile. “Hi.” He said quietly. 

“Hi.” You whispered back, eyes sparkling a little.

He gently kissed the back of your hand and walked with you up and down the aisles. 

“Nothing fancy tonight,” You laughed a little, helping him check off things on the list. “I’m hungry.” 

He grinned, holding a basket in his other hand. “Don’t worry. It won’t take too long.” 

Your eyes flickered over to the section just ahead. You let go of Laf’s hand and quickly ran towards the end of the aisle. “Do you remember eating these?” You waved the packets of ramen to Laf’s view, a big smile on your face. 

“How could I forget?” Laf chuckled, coming closer to you. “John and Alex would eat these all the time before they met you. Even after.” He took one, flipping it over with a fond little smile. “Despite them having very little nutritional value,” He stressed, making you laugh. “We can have some tonight. If you’d like.”

“But the rest of the stuff.” You looked down at the list.

“I’ll come back tomorrow. Let’s get some of these and get home.” 

When you stepped back inside your place, you felt at ease. You didn’t feel like you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t feel like you were trapped in a home that wasn’t your own. You felt like you were at home.

Laf wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood at the stove. You stirred the noodles, watching as the block of noodles softened and filled the pot of warm water.

“Five star dining.” You laughed a little, adding in the seasoning. 

“Something like that,” Laf kissed your cheek and rubbed your side. “I remember how Herc showed you how to use chopsticks last time we had this. Feels like it was forever ago.” 

“We ate this after you and Herc marked me.” You whispered. “We were exhausted but it’s all you had time to make.” 

The two of you laughed. Laf rubbed your lower back. “Herc and I, ah, did not plan that heat well.” He smiled and he watched you as you stirred the noodles. “Seems this meal is more special than we thought.” 

You sat at the table together until it started to feel familiar. You sat beside Laf until you started to feel a little more like yourself, felt a little more like an omega just sitting with your alpha. Felt like you hadn’t fought. Felt like nothing was wrong. 

You blinked up at him, eyes growing heavy. You pulled him down by his sleeve, until his forehead was resting against yours. Maybe it was the warmth of the ramen or maybe the wine Laf insisted on pulling out, but Laf smelled so good. You just wanted him close. 

“Alpha,” You said softly, cupping his face. 

“Yes, my love?” He looked down at you with a little smile. “Think you had too much wine.” 

You shook your head fervently and he chuckled. For the third time that night, you surprised him. You crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulders. 

Laf tensed for a moment. He took a deep breath, relaxed as he felt you nuzzle closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, stroked your hair. 

John came home first and when he saw the two of you, just sitting in the dining room, holding onto each other, he can’t help but feel relieved. The entire time he’d been telling himself and you and Alex that everything would be alright. In that moment, he finally started to believe it.

Within a week or two, you were getting used to interacting with your alphas. It was hard, but you did learn how to love them again. You remembered how kind they were to you, how thoughtful they truly were, and how before you had your fight, how much they cherished you.

They took little steps too. They made you dinner, helped you wash your hair, put a blanket over you if you had fallen asleep in some random place, kept you company when you had to run errands. All these acts of kindness reminded you that these were the alphas you had loved. These were your alphas.

You would ask them for help more often than you pushed them away. You might trust them to make small decisions for you, but they’d let you make big ones on your own.

Alex was especially happy to see you rekindling your relationship with them. The tension slowly slipped out of the house and you started to feel like a pack again. 

It was little things like holding Herc’s hand when you were out together in public or asking Laf to help you order something. They made him feel helpful and needed. As a result, you too felt cared for. That was enough for the three of you.

Despite Laf’s words occasionally echoing in your head, you didn’t stay stuck in that mindset. You felt yourself grow more at ease around him. You welcomed his hugs and kisses, weren’t afraid to cling to him when you were scared or unsure, weren’t afraid to share your heart with him. If anything, this situation brought you closer. 

On one night in particular, the three of you sat in the guest bedroom to talk. You leaned against the bed frame, you in between your alphas as you spoke. 

“I just need you to trust me,” You told them quietly. “Can you do that? And if not, can we agree to talk about certain things? Even if they’re awkward and uncomfortable?” You weakly laughed. 

Both of your alphas nodded. 

“Okay, well, I wanted to get dinner with Connor. I have for a while, but I kept pushing it back with everything that happened.” You said, looking up at the two of them. “Is that okay? My friend Adrian–oh, he’s a beta–will be there too.” 

Your alphas shifted a little so you started to expect the worst. Instead, you felt Laf lean down and kiss your head.

“Ready to hear something you probably knew already?” He prompted, giving you a little smile.


“Laf and I felt threatened by Connor for a while.” Herc said, rubbing your side. 

“Really?” You looked down at your feet, pulling your knees to your chest. “You don’t need to.” You mumbled. “I love you guys a lot more than I love him. I’ve just known Connor for a really long time. We’re good friends. That’s all.” 

“That’s good to hear.” Laf whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Didn’t seem important.” Herc laughed, but his laughter was quiet. Almost nervous. 

“Anything that bothers you is important to me.” You looked at him right away. “I wish you told me sooner.” 

“It wasn’t a big deal.” Herc kissed your cheek. “Now we know that we have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m bonded to you.” You laughed a little. “There was never anything to worry about in the first place.” 

“Well, you see, our instincts take over and we stop thinking logically.” Herc caressed your cheek, cracking a little smile. “All we see is potential threats and our first thought is how to get rid of them.

“Is that what happened on the night of his party?” You asked quietly. “Was that all instincts?” 

Laf and Herc felt guilty as they looked down at you. They shared a look. 

“Perhaps,” Laf cleared his throat a little. “But, it is still no excuse. We are still responsible for our actions.” 

“So I can go to dinner with them? And you won’t get upset?” You bit your lip a little, looking up at the two of your alphas. 

“We trust you.” Herc smiled and rubbed your shoulder. “And we love you. We want you to know that.” He pulled you into his side, kissed your head. Laf too gave you a kiss to your cheek, making your eyes water a little at their gestures. 

Your scent changed slightly. Laf and Herc retreated, looking at you in concern.

“Are you alright?” Laf asked, taking your hand. “What is it?” 

You bit your lip and shook your head. You closed your eyes, trying to keep the tears in, but you weren’t doing a very good job. It was too hard to try and withhold your scent.

“Honey,” Herc said softly. “Are you okay?” 

You cleared your throat, took a deep breath. “I was talking with Alex and for a moment, I thought about severing our bond.” You bit your lip, looking down. 

They didn’t know what to say. They couldn’t speak. Both of your alphas felt their hearts break at the fact that you even considered breaking your bond. 

Their scents changed to a putrid scent. They were sad, heartbroken even. As a result, your head pounded and your heart ached. You felt sick to your stomach and it was enough to make you speak up again.

“I-I don’t feel the same way now, of course, but being here…with you two just makes me glad I didn’t.” 

Laf quickly pulled you into his chest, startling you for a moment. You let out a little laugh and slowly wrapped your arms around him. You gently played with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He let out a shaky sigh. For a moment, you were comforting him. 

“M-My sweet omega,” Laf said softly, letting out a shaky breath. “I could not even imagine my life without you.” 

“You don’t have to, alpha.” You reassured him. 

You let him take in your scent, knowing that it would help him relax. You looked back at Herc and pulled him closer to you too. You could smell the anxiety on him. You lifted your neck a little so he could nose near your mark. You kissed his cheek, cupping the side of his face. You rested your forehead against his, feeling him slowly calm down. 

“I’m here. I’m not going to break our bond.” You said softly. You felt Herc nod against you. “You’re my alpha.” You said shakily, your eyes filling with tears. You gave him a smile, both of your eyes a little glassy. “You’re both my alphas and I’m your omega.” 

You timidly leaned forward and brought Herc into a kiss. You cupped his face, feeling the stubble along his jaw. It’s slow, tentative and sweet, like you’re taking your very first steps into the pool. You pulled away from Herc, hearing a soft growl rumble in his chest. You smiled a little, gave him one more peck to his lips to satisfy him. 

You turned to kiss Laf. You’re not as scared. It feels like you’re picking up a dance that you had forgotten, relearning the steps, but once you begin to move, it all comes back to you. You held him close for a moment before you pulled away. The two boxed you in, held you close. 

There was nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Have fun at dinner.” Laf said with a little hum. He kissed your cheek as you came downstairs in your heels and your dress. He wrapped you up into a hug and held you tight. “You look so beautiful, my darling.”

“All thanks to Herc.” You grinned, kissing him back.

“I always liked that dress on you.”

“Me too.” You rested your head against his chest, taking in his scent. He took the time to imprint his scent on you, letting his pheromones seep through the air. You didn’t mind one bit as you held him tighter.

“Sweetheart?” Herc said softly, coming down the stairs. “Don’t want you to forget this.”

He handed you your phone. You gave him a big kiss as thanks, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed your cheek and held you tight, rubbing your back. 

“Thanks, Herc.” You let him imprint his scent onto you too. You nosed at his neck before pulling away from him. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.” You promised, giving your alphas a little smile. You quickly rushed back to kiss Alex and John who were on the couch before heading out the door. “Bye! I love you!”

Laf’s heart softened a little once it was clear. Herc’s did too as the door shut behind you.

“She loves us.” Laf said dreamily, whole body filling up with warmth.

“I missed hearing her say that.” Herc mused. 

“Mm. I did too.”

Herc pulled Laf into a hug and they shared a tender kiss before Alex peeked into the kitchen.


“What is it, baby?” Herc turned right away, pulling away from Laf. Laf whined a little, leaned down to kiss Herc’s neck and his jaw while his attention was off of him. Herc gave Alex a sweet smile despite what Laf was doing to him. “What do you need?” 

“John wants to watch a scary movie and I’m gonna need all the protection I can get.” He said in one breath. 

“It’s not that scary, Lex!” John called from the living room, laughing a little.

“Don’t lie to me, Jack!” Alex snapped back before looking back up at his alphas. 

Laf smiled, lifted his head from Herc’s neck. He looked down at Alex and beckoned him closer. Alex eagerly came forward, slipped in between the two alphas. He hugged Hercules, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s torso.

“You can sit with me then.” Laf kissed the top of his head and ran a comforting hand through his hair. Alex smiled up at Laf. He quickly took both of their hands and dragged them over to the couch.

You made sure to text your alphas when you were on your way back home. You were coming back later than planned. 

When you finally arrived, John and Alex were asleep on the couch, curled up to one another as they were squished in between Laf and Herc. Your alphas were awake still, eyes on the TV. Reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air play in the background, but they looked up when they hear you come in.

“Hey, princess.” Herc smiled.

“Hi.” You lowered your voice as you kicked off your heels. You set your keys and your purse on the dining room table before you headed towards the living room. Your alphas’ scents hit you and you felt your body begin to relax. You sighed happily. “I really missed you.”

“Mm, what was that?” Laf teased, as you crawled over to sit in Herc’s lap. Laf smirked. He couldn’t move much with Alex leaning on him, but him wiggling his eyebrows was enough to make you laugh.

“I missed you, okay?” You ducked your head down a little, but smiled against Herc’s skin. You nosed at his neck, taking in his earthy scent. You hummed, kissing his cheek repeatedly.

“Mhmm.” Herc chuckled at how affectionate you were being. “Just glad you got home safe.”

“Me too.” You whispered. You wrapped your arms around Herc’s neck, letting out a gentle purr.

It’s enough for Alex to stir from where he leans on Laf. He weakly opened his eyes, but they grew heavy after a moment. He’s awake enough to realize the significance of this.

They hadn’t heard you purr in weeks. It sounded like music to his ears and to your alphas’. He couldn’t help, but smile in his sleep because you were finally happy. He snuggled back closer to Laf, feeling the alpha rub little circles onto his back

“I brought home some cheesecake.” You whispered, suddenly remembering. 

“We can eat it tomorrow.” Herc rubbed your side. “Gotta get these two upstairs.” He nodded in the direction of John and Alex. 

“Don’t go.” You pouted a little. “Need you for a minute.” You leaned into Herc, tightening your hold on him. 

He smiled, brushing a loose curl out of your eyes. “You don’t need to ask, love.”

“You too.” You wanted to pull Laf closer, but with Alex and John between the two of you, you realized this wouldn’t work. 

“Nest, please?” You blinked up at them.

They have you go wash up while they get Alex and John. They put them in the bed and John grinned when Laf told him the bed was theirs for the night. The first thing John does is pin Alex gently to the bed and catch him in a kiss. The two of them are practically inseparable. 

You’re in somebody else’s shirt. Maybe John’s, maybe Alex’s–you’re too tired to tell. You sat up with Herc, talking to him quietly before laying down next to him. Laf slipped in beside you in the nest, cuddled you from your other side.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your head as Herc draped an arm around your middle as well. You nosed at both of your alphas necks until you were sure you had their scents memorized. You relaxed, intertwining your fingers with Herc’s and managed to fall asleep.

When John woke up, he dragged Alex out of the bed with him. The two of them peeked into the guest bedroom to see you, Laf, and Herc in the nest, curled up and entangled within one another. You look so small compared to them, but most of all you look happy.

Hussie appreciation post. (he needs it.)

It will be the last time we’ll get an upd8, the story of the young man standing in his bedroom will be over and here is a list of things that Hussie put in his comic when almost nobody else did 7 years ago (feel free to add more if I missed something):

· Aracial characters, allowing the readers to picture them in any skin color. (and even so, he was accused of racism just because in trickster mode made them caucasian because that’s how the kids felt, but /just/ in trickster mode.) so yeah, absolutly nobody can tell you that you can’t draw them black because they are white, the truth is that they are aracial so they could be anything (and keep it that way, don’t preassure him to give them a race.)

· Homosexual, lesbian and straigh relationships. (Even so he was accused of being homophobic)

· Lots of characters for us to like.

· Realistic characters. With flaws, fears and feelings.
· Give us a plus size character, Jane.

·The character’s beauty has never been important to the comic, besides Calliope who already learn to love herself and the kids accepted her the way she is and looks.

·He showed that you din’t needed complex art to make a great story.

· He made not one, or two, but ALL his female characters not afraid of fighting and strong. (yet he was accused of misogynist.)

· He give an enterely new way of shipping, giving us 4 quadrants
·When the money he earned to make a game was used to make another one (that wasn’t even his) he din’t asked the fans for more money, he turn whatpumpkin into a game studio.

· Through the hemospectrum, he show us that even if we are equal on the outside, society will still finds reason to hate and discriminate.

· And made us see how bad that hate can be, and even more if someone who posseses that hate gets to rule.

· When the cite reach it’s limit and crashed he immediatly tried to fix it.

· Because of all of this: He fucking made us feel like we belong somewhere.

· First official tear drinker.

That’s Andrew Hussie people, and in honor of the 413, the end of Homestuck, I made this post of the things I remember he put in his comic, by himself since he had the freedom to do anything he wished because his characters din’t needed to be anyone’s role model, and he choosed to put and GIVE US all that.

Some General Rules for Good Beta Boys

This means going beyond the letter of what he says & getting to the spirit of it. Any slave can follow orders. You should expect more from yourself. At times, that may even include…

One big difference between a beta & a slave is that a beta is expected to think for himself. That means you’ll have questions sometimes. Ask away. If he doesn’t feel like explaining it, he’ll say so. If your question bugs you, he may punish you for asking. If he tells you to just shut up & do it, you will. But always keep yourself open to him, including staying intellectually bright & available. One important caveat to this is how you behave in public. In front of others there should be no questioning of what he says. This is because…

He shouldn’t have to come up with elaborate rules to display your submission to him. It should be clear at all times, though it may be casual & unobtrusive, that you respect & surrender to his superior masculinity. However, without a set of rules to govern every situation…

You’ve spent the last couple weeks hanging out with him like a buddy? That doesn’t mean that tonight he isn’t gonna suddenly get off on embarrassing & humiliating you, or rough you up a little & tell you to just take it, or do whatever the hell else he wants. Variety is the spice of life. Be ready to be his buddy, bitch, lover, partner, servant, or wingman as the situation and his mood dictate. And no matter what position you’re in at the moment…

He’s put work into developing you the way he likes you. It’s taken some thought & planning on his part to figure out how you can best meet his needs. Be proud of him for the work he’s put in, and remember to…

You get to be part of something bigger than yourself & he deserves thanks for letting you in on it. You can express your thanks through affection, gifts, maintenance, praise, & service. Be creative. Surprise him. Make him smile. But while you enjoy your bond with him…

There will never be reason for him to be jealous because your sexuality will be decided by him. But there should never be a reason for you to be jealous either. The whole point is him enjoying his masculinity, which means as long as he’s having fun, it doesn’t matter if it’s with you or someone else. So long as he’s developing some part of you for his enjoyment, it doesn’t have to be the sexual part of you.

You’ll probably learn new things about yourself as you serve your Alpha. He may help you develop skills you’d have never explored on your own. There are, of course, the basics he shouldn’t have to worry about…

A sick beta is a burden. Eat right, exercise, get enough sleep (except on those occasions when he doesn’t let you- then make up for it later.) You wanna keep it in good shape because…

Every inch of you is his and should be available to him anytime. He deserves the best. That may or may not mean that everyone else (or anyone else) knows about it because…

Once initial expectations have been set, don’t go whining for more than he has for you. If he’s married to someone else, you’re never gonna get treated like his spouse. If it’s understood that he dates other people, he may fall in love with them. It’s up to him whether or not the other people in his life know about you or not, & whether they know about your service to him or not. Alphas have a lot of people who want to be around them. It’s up to him to balance who can best meet his needs & desires, which comes down to…

Of course he should have the ability to find out where you are & what you are doing when he wants to, but he has more important things to do than to supervise you 24 hours a day, 7 day a week. Be a man. Think for yourself. Make him proud. Make his day. Love, honor & obey. All glory to the Alpha. 

(adapted from

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Help me see myself through your eyes by Amatour424 (4/? | 40,094 | NC17)

Stiles is an omega with a status complex and is the son of an honorable beta, John Stilinski. He never imagined that he would have a mate, and he never wanted anyone to be tied to him though such a cruel act of fate. He isn’t mate-material, he can’t satisfy anyone’s needs – at least this is what he wholeheartedly believes. Stiles did what he thought the only solution to his problem was, and ran away from his unknown mate.

Derek is an alpha who is well known and the prestigious son of Talia Hale, a highly respected alpha – he is also the mate that fate chose for Stiles. He’s a co-manager of a private detective agency, and his next job is to find his mate, who has been running for months after disappearing on the day of their mating ceremony.

How can I assure him that he is the perfect mate for me? – is Derek’s main question.

Why can’t he accept that the only thing he would get from me is shame? – is the most relevant question for Stiles.

A Place in the Pack by TuckerPuppy (HarleyD) (5/? | 9,528 | R)

Derek has his little pack and Stiles has been hanging around the fringes, but Derek realizes that he needs to bring him fully in to the pack to protect him. Scott doesn’t like the way things are going, but everyone else seems on board. Isaac is thrilled. Derek doesn’t want to turn Stiles into a wolf, not that he needs to, Stiles already smells like pack. Stiles already smells like *his*. He just needs to do something about it.

This takes place season 2ish… it will not follow canon. And why dont we just say for this story they are seniors and 18, and in this world Derek has just been successfully running his pack for a few years.

Pack feels, especially with Isaac and Stiles bonding. Not at all canon compliant. Also, use of the term ‘omega’ different than in the show, here we will use it for low pack member and not rogue wolf. Also, gonna get slashy up in here :D And read the tags people, it makes it pretty clear what kind of story it is. Dont like, dont read. :D

You Don’t Always Get What You Want by deadly_nightshade, Nerdy_fangirl_57 (8/? | 63,806 | R)

Stiles doesn’t understand what he could have done to deserve this. Not only has the entire student body been out to get him since he first stepped foot into Beacon Hills High, but now he has to endure the constant bullying without his best friend Scott by his side. All in all school is survivable, even with all the harassment. That is until he finds out that Derek Hale, basketball superstar and Stiles’ most persistent bully, is apparently his soulmate. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Derek can’t believe this. It has to be a joke, it has to, because there is no way in hell that a freak like Stilinski could ever be his soulmate. He despises him more than anyone in the universe. So what if Derek thinks he has a cute nose, no one needs to know. Besides it doesn’t matter anyway, he still hates Stilinski with every fiber of his being, his cute nose doesn’t change a thing.

(Inspired by Blue Monday written by ExpectNothingGainEverything)

The Nerdy Cheerleader by angel_baby (6/? | 10,655 | R)

Stiles Stilinski is a boy who has an extreme health condition of ADHD and the school’s nerd who’s in every AP class you can think of. He’s also the co-captain of the Beacon Hills High School Cheer-leading team.

Everything seems to be running smoothly in high school for Stiles except when he gets paired up with the most popular stud and 'oh so wonderful’ jock of the school: Derek Hale.

What a ride this nerdy cheerleader is in for.