#abodynamics

Softness is not safety.

A velvet coat, a trembling fawn, and a wolf who waits in shadow.

Touch is a language. Scent is a snare.

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“Kira doesn't care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I'm well aware. It doesn't change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I'd like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”

Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”

“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink. 

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Some hella cute RPing I did with a stranger on Omegle tonight! Sorry if it's hard to read!

☯ THERE'S PRATICALLY NONE SO IM GONNA DO IT MYSELF

☯OOOK, so

☯My hcs for Beta's are that they have a way better sense of smell than Alphas and Omegas, and actually have much more self control

☯and they don't have the sweet smell of omegas or the dominance of alphas, but they have this smell that is calm and strong and pretty much works like supressants.

☯but they are teached that they cant do it all the time, because it can have latter effects

☯in my hcs, beta, omegas and alphas are starting to have a more accepting society, so its pretty common to see a AxB couple, BxO and couples like that

☯betas cant mark other people, and because of that they are very jealous of their partner. So, if a beta is dating, dont matter the dynamic, dont flirt with their partner or you really gonna regret yourself

☯betas are really friends with everyone, and dont get angry easy

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Derek and Stiles never had sex outside of their respective Heats. After all, it wasn't like they were actually together; Stiles just hated the way the Omega suppressants made him feel, and so Derek was helping him out. That was all it was.

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“So, I uh, managed to get myself pregnant.” 

“You what?!” 

“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“ 

“Stiles.” 

“Hosting a parasite, harboring a fugitive-“