#Preheat

[themurderrose]

What is Preheat Syndrome and do I have it?

What is preheat syndrome (PHS)? 

PHS is a recurring pattern of emotional, physical and behavioral changes in the days before your period that impact your daily life. These include but are not limited to headaches, exhaustion, bleeding, cramping, touch avoidance, back pain, joint or muscle aches, and sleeping or digestive issues.

PHS can also be experienced through euphoric symptoms including but not limited to increased body euphoria, higher motivation, quicker thinking, and hyperactivity.

What's the difference between PHS and regular preheat symptoms?

The most specific difference is that PHS symptoms impact your daily life. Many of us experience preheat exhaustion, but if your exhaustion means that you are unable to go to work then it would classify as a PHS symptom.

Many omegas find being touched in advance of their heat annoying, but if being touched - and we mean even casually here, a hand on your shoulder, holding hands, scenting chastely, etc - if this physically hurts you then you should see a doctor about this as it may be a symptom of PHS and in many cases can be treated with a topical cream.

It is normal to experience spotting before your heats, however if this spotting becomes heavy bleeding, lasts for more than two days, or causes pain, please see a medical professional.

Track your symptoms

Use a heat tracking app to track your preheat symptoms. Most good apps will have options for mild-moderate-severe levels of tracking for the most common symptoms and options to add your own if yours are not there. [See our linked post for our top ten heat tracking apps!]

Heat tracking apps will usually then give you an alert that your preheat is due and the better apps will include tips to mitigate your common symptoms.

This is good for you: you can see what symptoms you get with what regularity, and notice if it's a pattern or if it's a once off

This is good for your medical provider: they can see if your symptom patterns match with common PHS patterns, and if they do they can pass you on for further diagnoses. If they don't they can still recommend ways to allieviate symptoms that are causing you undue bother.

Not everybody experiences PHS.

While the media portrayal of preheat often includes dehabilitating symptoms of preheat - and indeed heat - it is not true that every one of us who experiences a heat will experience a preheat.

Some of us will have a preheat that we do not notice but our mates or packmates do notice, for example. Some of us will not have a preheat at all, merely drop immediately into heat.

Dealing with preheat symptoms does not necessarily equate to PHS. Preheat syndrome is a medical diagnosis that can severely affect a person’s life, while preheat symptoms can feel uncomfortable but mild.

It’s important to understand the difference and know your body. Tracking your symptoms will help you learn more about your own unique experience — rather than the generalized behaviors of all people who experience heats.

[sapphireginger]

Title: Little Omega

Pairing: Pre-Staura/Gen Fic [Stiles Stilinski + Laura Hale]

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: None

Summary:

Mr. Hale squatted down in front of the boy and smiled warmly. "Hello, Stiles."

The boy tilted his head, his small hand clinging to Laura's as he nodded, shyly whispering, "Hi, Laura papa."

A/N: 

Enjoy!! 

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Created For: @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square Filled: First Heat

Laura called her papa when she discovered the reason why Stiles had gone to the nurse, missing lunch in the process. Her hands shook as she texted her papa, calling him as well. He’d know what to do. As an alpha Laura knew some things but her papa was an omega. He would know how to help Stiles. 

Thankfully, the nurse didn’t make Laura leave. Laura did overhear the nurse's cursing under her breath when the sheriff didn’t answer after a third call. So, when Laura said she called her papa, an omega and they’d look after Stiles, the nurse was more than willing to let the young alpha stay with Stiles. It was a relief for Nurse Jacklyn to have someone looking after and caring about the young omega. While she worked, she talked with them about school. It was a good way to pass the time while they waited for Mr. Hale to arrive. 

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When he finally pulled up in front of the school, Laura was waiting out front with Stiles who had her hand clasped tightly in his much smaller one. “Papa, this is Stiles.” 

Mr. Hale squatted down in front of the boy and smiled warmly. “Hello, Stiles.” 

The boy tilted his head, his small hand clinging to Laura’s as he nodded, shyly whispering, “Hi, Laura papa.”

Laura smiled but she was full of nerves. It bothered her that Stiles didn’t seem to know what was happening to him. The boy was too young to start having heats, right? Laura was certain Stiles’s dad hadn't talked to him about them yet or he wouldn’t be so clueless as to what was going on.

Stiles smiled at Laura’s papa and giggled. “Omega!” 

Laura giggled at his excitement as Stiles nuzzled into the man’s arms without letting go of her hand. The purr he let out was adorable and made Laura coo. “Mega,” Stiles said with a happy squeal and a purr. 

Mr. Hale chuckled and nodded, his hand brushing up and down the boy’s back. “That’s right. Are you an omega too?” 

Stiles nodded and let out a happy rumble. “Uh huh. I is omega. Just wike my mommy was...” 

Mr. Hale looked at Laura questioningly. He kept his voice soft so as not to disturb the omega’s attempts to scent him. His gaze was fixed on his daughter, his eyebrow quirking up in the signature Hale way. “It seems to me that he is having a preheat. However, it also appears he isn’t aware of what’s happening and I’m certain he is too young to be entering one outside of certain circumstances.”

Stiles blinked owlishly at them, almost scent drunk and scrunches his nose. “Preheat? I do dat to the oven when I make suppers for my daddy.” 

Mr. Hale gaped at the omega’s statement. Granted cooking was definitely in the realm of omega duties so to speak but Stiles was not even double digits yet. In fact, if Mr. Hale remembered correctly the boy was probably only five or six years old. 

They ended up taking Stiles to the station after Mr. Hale pulled them both out of school for the day. Being the mate of the mayor made the process much smoother. 

The Sheriff was busy with work, and Mr. Hale was glad he didn’t let the boy come inside. It would’ve hurt him to see how easily his dad pawned him off on someone else. He didn’t even let Mr. Hale explain what had happened. Well, Arthur Hale would be bringing this to his wife’s attention. 

It wasn’t okay for the sheriff to be so uncaring. It would be his downfall. After all, on the way to the sheriff’s station both Laura and her papa learned that Stiles took care of the house as if he were a kept omega and not a child. He cooked, cleaned and did everything without any gratitude. The boy seemed to believe it was his job, was expected of him and that wasn’t how the Hales treated or viewed omegas. 

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Talia was in the kitchen when they got back to the Hale House and while Arthur took care of Stiles, Talia sat her daughter down for an explanation of the day’s events. 

“Your father will take care of the boy.”

“Stiles,” Laura said. “His name is Stiles.”

Talia smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Stiles. Now, why don’t you tell me what's going on?”

“Mama, he’s so little. How can he have a preheat already?” 

Talia tilted her head in thought and shrugged one shoulder. “Well, sometimes omegas bloom early. Tell me, when did you realize he was in preheat?” 

Laura pondered the question for a moment. “Well, I went to the nurse because I was worried about him. He was fine after I hugged him and dropped him off at his classroom. He always seeks me out before school to get his hug. When I didn’t see him before lunch, I was worried. So, I got a pass from my teacher and went to check the nurse’s office. When I got there, he was there talking but I don’t know who he was talking to. He looked at me and—” She stopped suddenly, her eyes going wide. 

Talia chuckled knowingly. “Did he flash his eyes at you?”  

Laura nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “He flashed them, and they were a beautiful turquoise color.” 

“Did you flash your eyes back at him in return?” Talia asked, already knowing exactly what it all meant. 

Laura nodded again and looked at her mom with an awed expression.  She smiled softly and a rumble sounded in her chest. “He’s, my omega?” She asked and looked towards the stairs. 

“Yes, but he might not yet understand, Laura. Be patient with him. Yes?” 

Laura huffed but nodded, already feeling her instincts flare up with the need to look after her omega. “I’ll try.”

Talia nodded. “Good girl. Come help me in the kitchen. Your father will bring him back shortly and we’ll go from there. Okay?”

“Okay, mama.” Laura glanced once more at the stairs smiling when she heard the omega—her omega—rambling excitedly to Laura’s papa. She giggled softly and sighed happily when she heard the boy squeal at the pajamas he was put into. 

Knowing her papa was looking after her mate, allowed some tension to bleed from Laura’s shoulders. Stiles would be okay. The Hales would make sure of it.

[howdoesone]

How does one train their toaster to make toast that's not either burnt to a crisp or barely toasted at all?

Toasting bread is a simple task that we often take for granted, but getting it just right can be a challenge. Many of us have experienced the frustration of burnt toast or bread that’s barely toasted at all, and it’s not uncommon to blame the toaster. However, with a few simple tips, you can train your toaster to make toast that’s not either burnt to a crisp or barely toasted at all. Continue…

[wrongweaponsdrawn]

Green detective as internet slice

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“Preheat your oven to 1,000,000°F”

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[onceaponatimetherewasafool]

do you see my platonic mallyuu vision

[shuploc]

Hey, uhh... what if I told you I kinda miss Miguel... what would you do

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🎶: feather by sabrina carpenter

[deserthusbands]

obi-wan, comming cody: did you preheat the oven like i asked you to?

cody: yes, cyare.

obi-wan: at what temperature?

cody: 535.

obi-wan: cody, dear, that's the clock.

cody:

obi-wan:

cody, frowning: 536.

[lsunstreakerl]

using this hellsite for its intended purpose (posting smut on main)

this is technically two ficlets, but I'll be posting the second one later. for now, I gift u all 1.7k words of omegaverse, and it's actually max and esteban, omega/omega (I cannot believe I'm writing these words I am going to hell). hi yes hello mature content here. not violent just horny.

This is not any less embarrassing than Max had expected it to be, standing at Esteban's door at five in the morning. He hadn't even sent a heads up text, he'd just shown up.

He's not even sure if Ocon's in the country.

He hopes he's in the country- Max is kind of fucked otherwise, because then he's just standing in front of the door for nothing, and he's pretty sure this is preheat, but he doesn't fucking know.

His heat crisis at the airport hadn't been sexual at all. His cresting heat in his own flat in Monaco had been brutal, but tame compared to what's to come, and Max doesn't exactly have other omegas to ask.

It's not that he's scared, he just-

Well.

There's footsteps on the other side of the door, and then quiet for a moment- Esteban must be checking to see who it is.

Sure enough, the door swings open a few seconds later.

"Verstappen, what the fuck- oh shit."

Esteban smells good, is one of the things Max notes as he's being dragging inside, door shut behind him. He has a big fluffy nest on the floor of his living room, and there's an action movie paused on the screen, and-

Max is pretty sure he's talking to him.

"-aaaaaax. Hey, earth to Verstappen-"

Max blinks rapidly, and then he tips forward and buries his nose in Esteban's neck, pressed right against his scent gland.

"Ah!"

Esteban yanks him back by the collar of his shirt, and Max whines, because he smelled good and he wants more, and it's making him feel better being next to it.

"Why did you do this. Why the fuck- why did you come to me, how long have you even been an omega, what the fuck-"

Max feels a whine building in his chest, because that's a thing omegas do, and he's rapidly realizing he's going to need to get comfortable with a lot of uncomfortable things about his designation soon.

"Christ, okay- okay, come on."

Esteban is leading him into the living room, and Max hopes they're going to the nest, because Esteban's looks so good, better than anything Max has ever been able to build.

Esteban bats at his hands, gently nudging the side of Max's foot.

"Shoes, please."

Max toes them off, and then Esteban tugs him down into the nest, and it's so soft, soft and perfect, and Esteban's got this omega thing on lock.

Max immediately shifts towards Esteban, because he wants snuggles, wants the warm heat of someone else, and Esteban's scent is so nice, even if he smells concerned and bewildered at the moment.

"Right, preheat, okay. Maybe the Dutch do it differently."

Max almost wants to laugh. He has no idea how Dutch omegas nest or heat. He's never been allowed near other omegas.

Esteban sighs, and there's a begrudging type of fondness in his eyes for a moment.

"I'm doing this because I'm a good person, Max, so remember that next time you want to shove me, yes? Good. Come on, shirt off."

Esteban tugs his own shirt over his head, and Max's brain isn't quite moving at its normal pace, but he's compliant as Esteban bats at his hands, pulling Max's shirt off over his arms and shoulders before tossing it to the side somewhere.

Max just wants to snuggle.

Esteban pulls him in, letting Max settle his nose right above his scent gland, chest to chest in the nest as he pulls a blanket over them.

"You have no idea what you're doing."

Max makes a weak whimper, distracted by pressing his nose in until his brain is just a looping mantra of Esteban, Esteban, Esteban-

"Right."

Esteban kicks up a purr, and Max melts on top of him, loose muscles and head fuzzy. His throat hitches, but he can't quite make it go- still doesn't know how.

There's a nose in Max's hair, and one of Esteban's hands comes up by his neck, long fingers running down the side.

Max feels like there's a weighted blanket on his brain, making everything slow and syrupy.

He loses track of time- he's pretty sure Esteban starts his movie back up, based on the explosion noises.

Max barely even registers that he's softly grinding his hips over Esteban's thigh, only notices because Esteban's scent sweetens under his nose, and his purr gets louder.

"Max."

It's gentle, and Max makes a responding hum. His eyes are half open, not really seeing anything.

"Max, you are supposed to heat partner with an alpha."

Duh. Max would've done that, if he was out and trusted any of the alphas to handle him right- his first choice was Daniel, but he's out of the country with Scotty, and Max didn't want to interrupt their trip.

He can't exactly go to Seb.

Asking any of the garage members violates probably a million FIA policies and also the law in a few countries. Lando and George are omegas, but they're new and Max doesn't know either of them, which leaves him with Esteban. He'd shown up on a whim, even though he isn't part of the pack, because he knows he can't handle it alone.

An older, more experienced omega was the logical choice.

He doesn't realize he's whining until Esteban noses at his hair, scent wrapping around him.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me- it is okay, Max. I will help you."

Esteban hitches his thigh up and Max gasps, lightning bolts going through him at the change in angle. Long fingers run down the side of his neck before pressing down on his scent gland, and Max ruts forward, nose back in Esteban's neck. It feels good, and it smells good, and if things could stay slow and hot and nice just like this, Max might be okay with heats.

Esteban breaks that fantasy.

"Go on Max, get a good one in before your heat really hits."

Max whines softly, and Esteban sighs, hand slipping down Max's spine to settle on his lower back, helping him with the drag and slide of it all, the push-pull. Max's brain is liquid, a soft loop of sensation and feeling good.

It's not a rough orgasm by any means- it's gentle compared to others Max has had, washes through him in a way that's slow and overwhelming, leaves him collapsed against Esteban's chest, slick cooling between his thighs.

Esteban noses at him again- he's scenting him, gently pushing the side of their heads together. Max hasn't been scented by a member of the pack before- Daniel scented him regularly before he left, and Nico had done it frequently as well, but they're both gone now, and it's been a minute since anyone outside of Redbull bothered.

"You are okay with fingers? Toys? Mouth?"

Max's hips jerk again at the thought, face heating up. He nods against Esteban's neck, keeping his face hidden.

"Okay. Max, I am not set up for a heat at the moment- I need my alpha to come by with groceries, is that going to be alright?"

Esteban has an alpha? That can't be right- Max has his nose on top of Esteban's scent gland right now, there's definitely no mark here.

He noses at it pointedly, enjoying the spike is Esteban's scent at the sensation, his soft gasp.

"Don't be archaic Verstappen. I can have an alpha without having a bite. I have two, thank you very much."

Okay- Max knows the alphas of the pack significantly outnumber the omegas, but two is just greedy. His scent must change, because Esteban snorts.

"I didn't think you wanted Pierre or Charles, but if you want to share for your heat we can do that."

Max pauses for a moment. He's... actually not sure. He hasn't been with an alpha before, but if Esteban is here- if they listen to him-

Max isn't stupid. He knows his first proper heat is going to be bad, that's his consequence for being on suppressants for so long. Toys aren't going to cut it. They'll keep him from Red Heating, sure, but that's about where that ends.

He's going to be begging Esteban for something he can't give him.

Pierre isn't terrible. He's not close with the rest of the garage, and Max is pretty sure he's somehow managed to entirely miss the memo that Max is the pack omega- probably hasn't picked up on Redbull being a pack at all.

In his defense, there hasn't been a garage pack on the grid since before Max was born.

Charles- Max isn't sure how desperate a heat is going to make him, but if he ends up begging Charles to fuck him he's going to jump out the window when it's over.

Weird cresting heat induced insanity aside, Max has not once wanted anything to do with Charles. He's annoying and entitled, and Max still doesn't believe that he's actually an alpha.

He seems like the kind of guy to want to be a gentleman to an omega, which-

Charles has not once ever been gentle to Max, it's practically the foundation of their relationship, and Max isn't sure if he's going to want kindness and consideration for his heat.

He's not freaking out about it, he just-

He doesn't know.

He's whining into Esteban's neck again, a slow need starting to build deep inside of him. He wants them, he doesn't want them, he cares, he doesn't care- everything is so difficult.

Esteban rattles out another purr, scent heavy in the room. Max settles, nose full of fresh snow and eucalyptus.

He nods his head, a tiny shift, and Esteban's scent takes on a pleased note, sweet and satisfied.

"They will be good, I promise. I'll kick them out if they aren't."

Max is fairly confident that's not how that works, but maybe the French are different. Esteban slides one hand to tap at his phone as the other shifts from Max's back to the front of his hips.

"Okay?"

Max nods, and he's sure his own scent is all over the place, canting his hips up for Esteban to slide his hand down under his waistband, long fingers cool against his overheated skin.

His scent spikes again and Esteban purrs, nosing gently at him.

"It's okay, Max. It's alright, you're okay."

Everything is-

It's a lot.

Max is whining, a soft noise as Esteban works his fingers inside of him, and they're so different from Max's, feel alien inside him, but they feel good too, and Max-

Max wants to be good, wants to show Esteban that he knows how to be an omega, a good omega, even if the pack doesn't want him.

He knows it's not his strongest area- he's poured all his time and effort into racing, doesn't know what to do with himself outside of it, but this- Esteban's fingers inside him, Max's nose pressed into his neck, a slow build- this feels good. It feels right.

[breadfacednerd]

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Elain's Cookie Exchange

Here is a recipe for a type of cookie sandwich that I bake often! My familia calls them "jam cookies". It's a fun recipe because the fruit and the filling are interchangeable with other flavors. I have made a biscochitos-with-maple-butter version, a strawberry version, as well as a cardamom-with-orange-marmalade version. I recently saved this specific one from @razykitchen because this year we'll try raspberry 🩷

I adore this idea @elainarcheronweek, I am saving all the recipes ✨

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

previously decided that I wasn't gonna make those pillsbury sugar cookies until I decorated my place for Maximum Vibes. but if I don't eat one right now I genuinely think I might die.

[littlewitchbee]

terminal “think of kissing wife” disease

[shadoedseptmbr]

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