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sasahuaa · 9 days ago

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Vil Schoenheit as an omega

Riddle - Leona - Azul - Kalim - Idia - Malleus

hello! i finally recovered from my sickness!! and finally finished this, changed subspace to omeganspace bc i didn’t think the previous word had the meaning that i wanted, i wrote a very soft!vil, but i hope you enjoy it!

gn!reader; sfw; warnings: none

Vil is a very desired omega, from men to women, young to old, alphas, betas and omegas utter his name with countless praises. Though he is popular and has many types of people offering their suits to him, he hardly gives them a second thought.

He is too busy with work! He justifies with the partial truth. Vil is somewhat flattered by the confessions, but subtly scrunches his nose when he feels their intentions aren't heartfelt and merely wanting him for his appearance or fame - which, in his opinion, is very common, he is alright if people think of him nicely, but he can count on his fingers who really know him.

It's also a matter of his standards; an mate with great virtue, objective driven, earnest and passionate is hard to find. But he won't ever settle for less, Vil may not have personally seen amazing relationships, yet he understands what people are capable of doing for their loved ones.

His papa works very hard and is still doting towards him, during his breaks, sometimes he reads words of support his fans write for him and he admires the thoughtful gifts he receives during fan meetings.

It's not romantic love, but still is some type of love, if only he could meet his knight in shining armor to show him what passion is like…

Courting

Vil felt he developed a kind of kinship with everyone involved in SDC, not only because everyone was focused on the same objective, but also as a senior and housewarden, he charged himself to guide the entire group to the standards he expected of them. Vil knows potential when he sees one, so he has good intentions when he pushes their limits, though many misinterpret his determination to contempt.

This kinship towards you shook from time to time, he respected how you managed the rest of the boys and your words of support were great incentives to them, you were also generous and elegant, his eyes couldn't help but linger on your form as you helped around the house and during practices, the omega admitted to himself that you were a hard worker and admirable for that.

You sure had many qualities that he approved of, but what truly moved his heart was how heroic you could be, of course he heard of you dealing with overblots before, but you coming to rescue him alongside Rook and Epel was the cherry on top for him.

Vil is not one for romance, he does not open himself up easily, much less give opportunities to others, and yet he became quite infatuated with you. He made an exception out of you, and while he never chased for a relationship before, Vil was committed to be with you.

You miss all the shots you don't take, and he lived by this motto his whole life.

This dorm leader is not ashamed to be the one to pursue, though he would also enjoy being equally pursued. It's a matter of equilibrium for him, as such, he tries to nudge for both. Vil is open about his interest, but he hopes that you would be the one to seal the deal.

And what other better way to have your attention than to use his main prize? Vil knows he is an undisputable beauty, and is not ashamed to flaunt that. He begins to wear your favorite colors, his lips are more glossy, his hair up so he can show off his neck, and when he is in the mood to be a bit more daring, he wears dresses, skirts or mini shorts and puts his long legs to use.

“What do you think?” the omega asked, twirling around himself, the dress fluttering and revealing more of his skin “I made a haul recently, if you come to my room, I can model all of my new clothes just for you”

Clothes don't have gender, he thought so since forever, if it's pretty on him then it's more than fair that he will use it. Bonus points if he can make you gawk while embellishing himself.

He loves to see you flustered, might even be his favorite hobby.

Vil also gives you a lot of things, he says he is not spoiling you, that it's because you did something that made you deserve it, though his standards for this in particular are very low. You eating healthy is already an excuse for him to give you something, be it soaps, clothes, trinkets, homemade smoothies, and mostly items from sponsorships that he does not see a use for himself. Between the gifts, there's a lot of diy stuff, but in this case he likes to do it with you. The omega would invite you to come over and make subtle matches of necklaces and bracelets.

And dates! At first he doesn't call it dates, but his intentions are obvious at what he calls “one on one meetings in which we get to know each other more intimately”. Pomefiore is decorated from top to bottom when he decides it's a good day for a date, candle light dinners and fancy food are perfectly prepared for the night, picnic dates always have the most variety of food and the gardens are trimmed to magnificence. Maybe all of this is corny, and yet he wants to enjoy all the kinds of cliches possible.

Vil knows that people like to talk about their hobbies or preferred topics, and he has dealt countless times with alphas in the past that didn't know how to shut up. Although the dorm leader really hates when people talk over him, he finds it adorable when you get excited over a thing you are passionate about, you could be talking about the cycle of life of beetles and he would stop anything he is doing to listen.

Even when it's a subject he is connoisseur of, Vil's answers keep being “Oh yeah? Tell me more”, it's not like he will pretend he doesn't know about the topic, if you have any questions he will answer, but he won't ever interrupt and will encourage you to talk to him. It very much warms his heart when you are being zealous and intense around him.

All of that just to make you fall in love with him.

He wants so bad to hear you preaching for his name.

And he hopes that one day you will talk about him as ardently as your most dearly passions.

Growling

Self-control is a sacred behavior that everyone should learn, that's what Vil believes and expects from his dorm mates. Growling, in Vil's point of view, is an animalistic form of expression, impolite even when justifiable, and as someone who prizes his own dignity he learned from a very young age to suppress his growls. Nowadays, he barely feels the need to do so, and doubts he ever will when he is in the right state of mind.

Vil scolds his underclassmen if he hears them growling, Epel could tell, as he is a frequent victim of his stern gaze. Pomefiore learned quickly to avoid Vil if they need to put out their frustrations, though very unsuccessfully most of the time, as hardly ever anything escapes the loyal hunter by Vil's side.

If he is not in his right state of mind… it's rare for things like this to happen, but if he is close to his heat and he is not using suppressants to control his hormones, you would be able to hear an almost inaudible growl when Vil reads a proposal to act in another villain role, or when Neige gets more attention than him in an add or post. It's a self-deprecation most of the times, that he deserves better, that he can be better, he will seek to be under your care when this happens, but after he turns back to normal he sees it as another obstacle he needs to surpass.

Purring

Vil is not as against purring as he is about growling, although both are expressions of intense emotion, he sees more use in purring than growling. It’s just that he doesn’t see the reason in growling and expressing his anger, disappointment and upset in a verbal and yet uncommunicative way, it’s stressing to both him and whoever hears it in his opinion. But purring is different, it brings healthy benefits for himself, his alpha and, if he ever has one, future pups.

He also knows that some celebrities use their purr as a form of attracting fans, but he is not comfortable sharing it for the world, seven knows what weirdos would be doing with this kind of audio. Vil does have exceptions though, sometimes, when little pups get lost in events he is part of, he will purr away their frustrations until their guardians find them, but he makes sure that there are no cameras or audio recorders close by.

When he is with you, if you are being especially nice he will reward you with purrs, a good job deserves a exquisite prize after all. But honestly, his concept of “being nice” for him is really simple, taking care of yourself? Purr. Going out of your way to please him? Purr. Finishing your assignments so you have more time for him? Epel got jumpscared by the loud sound.

Nesting

Vil maintains a very neat nest, he changes the blankets, sheets and pillowcases each three days, he color codes and also separates by texture. Anytime he uses his nest he tidies it before he leaves, just like his appearance, not a single rumple is supposed to be seen in his safe haven.

As for the people he permits to go in it, not a single person besides himself and his mate are even allowed to see his nest. It's a very intimate endeavor for him, he can understand that some omegas are more catering towards pups and such, like Kalim and his communal nest, but he simply can't fathom the thought of also doing so.

It's not like anyone else was worthy enough anyway.

Months go by into your relationship before he invites you to his nest, he wants to make sure you are the right person before he does. Though he much prefers doing his daily skincare routine on his vanity, he also adores to make you sit on his nest, pull you to him until your back hits his chest and apply creams to your face, sometimes just sweep the brush on your face without any product, a gentle and slow movement in caress while he kisses softly the top of your head.

In all, he doesn't spend too much time in his nest, he chooses to do so when he feels particularly vulnerable or wants a deeply romantic time.

Marking

Vil likes to take one step at a time, because of that, it would take a while for him to properly mark you. He sees it as a matter of protection and privacy, it's not a secret that fans can be quite overprotective over their idols, and he fears that you would be an easy target, being someone from another world and, therefore, vulnerable.

At first, he would make essential oils, lotions and perfumes of his scent and gift to you, it's a disguisable form of marking and can be deferred as simply your choice of favorite smell and barely conclude that it's related to him, as these kinds of aromas have a superficial fragrance. It's enough for Vil though, at least in that moment of your relationship, enough for his omega purr in possession and chant that you are his, his, his!

Eventually Vil gets greedy, and lipstick marks blossom onto your skin. It's unseen in the start, hidden under your sleeves or collar, subsequently becoming more visible, until a visible kiss mark is placed on your cheek.

When he feels his public is ready or that he can't wait for the next step of your relationship, Vil would be more than honoured to receive and give a bite mark.

Omeganspace

He is not one to indulge very often, and this includes his omega instincts. It feels good when it happens, of course, but he gets quite uncomfortable later on, to be so vulnerable and out of control, he feels the possibility of falling out of perfection anytime he enters his omeganspace.

It would take a lot of trust in you for him to permit himself to strip off his senses. But when he does, he is quite talkative. Naturally, Vil likes to show off, and in situations like this he is no different, stretching out his body and whining for attention.

And if he is demanding being his normal self, he is hundreds times worse in this state, you won't get away from his line of vision, and he won't permit you to stray your gaze, cupping your face and snarling in warning if he sees your eyes tremble.

But, as always, even if his mind is filled with cotton, he promises to make it worth your while, you just need to cherish him, treat him as the queen he is, and Vil will deliver the greatest rewards for his knight.

☽ ☼ ☾

“Thank you for coming today, prefect.” Vil opened the door for you, his slender fingers circled around your wrist, subtly pressing his fingertips on your scent gland, he pulls you into his dorm “Your help is greatly appreciated.”

“It's no problem, what do you ne-” you swallow your words, and Vil feels chills coming up his spine.

You look at him, truly look at him, his skin ignites everywhere your gaze lands upon. For a brief moment, he feels too exposed, thinking that the miniskirt he chose for the day was way too short, but an undeniable thrill began to blossom in his stomach. This is what he wanted all along, for your attention to belong for him alone.

“You look stunning” you settled to look into his eyes, and Vil's heart filled with indescribable warmth, he returned a soft smile.

“As always. You don't look bad yourself” yet, your eyes remained averted from his body, and despite the frustration he felt into the very pit of his soul, he rested easily knowing that your focus was still on him.

The longer he spent with you, nudging the corners of your mind to learn more about you, he came to an understanding that you were afraid of crossing his boundaries and making him uncomfortable. Adorable that you believe it would be disrespectful to admire him, even, but it’s quite bothersome when he dressed with intent.

It's no matter, soon you would come around your behaviour, and it would be impossible for you to notice anything else but him, Vil was sure of that.

Vil pointed to a pile of cushions, rushing you to sit on it. He rounded the room, stopping at his desk and taking many lipsticks with him, then he walked to your side, comfying himself on another pillow.

“I am testing new formulas for my make-up, though I am still uncertain which one is the best,” he started, uncapping the first lipstick “can you help me decide?”

“Mn” but as soon as you went to take one of the lipsticks, he swatted your hand away.

“Transfer proof,” Vil played with the cap between his fingers, coloring his lips with deep red “is the characteristic I am looking for.”

“I don't understand how I can help with that.”

“Stay still,” the omega got closer to you, his scent containing a hint of excitement “you will be the perfect test subject” and then, his lips touched yours.

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 8 months ago

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Emerald Hallow Chapter 1

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on. He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century. But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas. He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.

**plus size reader

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve prided himself on his self control. He was a Beta before the super soldier serum, and when his body went through the transformation so did his classification. Not only did he have to learn how to operate his new body but as a new Alpha he had to learn how to handle the intense emotions and instincts that came with it. He’d been able to work through most of it without endangering any Omegas along the way. Anytime a moment of weakness chipped at his psyche the words of Dr. Erskine would rattle his brain: “…you must promise me that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier. But a good man.” Good men, good Alphas, did not attack or take what they wanted from others. Steve was well aware of the plight of Omegas in the world. If there was one thing that had stayed consistent throughout his long life it was that Omegas were still considered “less” by many, something to be bred and fulfill Alphas’ needs. He didn’t feel this way, but knew many others did.

After returning the Infinity stones he had gone to see Peggy in the past for closure, but did not stay. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t. He loved her, but she was also an Alpha, and same classification couples never worked out. Bucky needed him, and a promise of “’til the end of the line” was a promise. He had helped transition Sam into the Captain America role and quickly retired, only advising on missions rather than taking the lead. He tried to reintegrate back into regular civilian life, finding his next adventure. He wanted to move on from Peggy and find an Omega to settle down and have a family with.

So far he had no luck. He had started going by his middle name, Grant, and had grown out his beard and hair again so he wasn’t as recognizable as “Captain America” anymore. The dates he’d gone on had been unsuccessful. Omegas were hard to come by nowadays, and to find one willing to even go on a date was even harder. He felt like he was being a gentleman, not expecting anything from them other than to get to know them and see if it was worth pursuing, but he could feel the anxiety and tension dripping from their scents every time. He couldn’t blame them, but it also made him feel like the magic or allure of a great romance that he was looking for to replace his feelings for Peggy was a pipe dream.

One late Autumn night as he left Bucky’s apartment and headed home he smelled something that made him skid to a stop. Amongst the carved pumpkins and crisp Autumn air was something tantalizing, mouth-watering, and made the hair on the back of his neck raise in anticipation. His body moved towards the smell without him even realizing, his nose held high as he followed the scent down a block and into an old fashioned jazz club. It reminded him of the old dance halls of the 1940s, a live band playing on a stage with tables skirting the walls, making a small circle in the middle for couples to dance. There were vintage Halloween decorations lining the walls and the bar. He made a mental note to tell Bucky about this place as the scent grew stronger and he blindly walked toward the stage.

“My lovelies!” A drag queen’s deep voice boomed into the microphone. She was dressed in an extravagant vampire costume, and as Steve looked around he noticed almost everyone was dressed in some type of Halloween themed costume or vintage clothes. “Thank you for coming to tonight’s Autumn Jazz Fest! Last but certainly not least, is our very own…Emerald Hallow!” The drag queen gave a great flourish with her arm and the curtain behind her opened to reveal the singer. Steve’s heart stuttered as the Alpha in him awoke. She was the scent he followed. An unmated Omega. The singer was short and plus size, her voluptuous curves slightly jiggling as she sauntered up to the vintage looking microphone. She wore a long, flowy, shimmering velvet black dress with sheer lace sleeves that opened wide at her wrists with tassels swaying as she swung her arms, tattoos peeking out from the lace. The neckline plunged down deep between her large breasts, giving the audience quite the view. Her long nails were pointy and painted black, gently twisting the tassels as she adjusted the microphone to her height. She had dyed emerald green hair that was long and finger-waved with two large victory rolls atop. She wore gold earrings that had deep red hearts with what looked like blood dripping from them, black lipstick and sharp cat-eye eyeliner. The black lipstick made her teeth look striking as she smiled seductively when the audience clapped for her. Steve swore under his breath. She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

“Happy almost-Halloween, my pretties!” she greeted them, some people in the audience whooping and hollering for her. Steve could feel a growl rumble in his chest at the attention she was getting from others, and mentally chastised himself for losing his composure. “Would you like to hear some spooky tunes?” Some more clapping and whooping made her smile wider. “Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you…so needy,” she teased the audience, winking at someone off to the side. Steve moved closer to the stage, just off to the side as the band behind her started playing. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening them again as her body started to move to the beat. “They say that I’m a witch, and that I weave a spell. Well…”

Emerald danced with her hips and shoulders like singers of old would. Her scent became heavier to Steve as she did something she obviously loved, and it made his Alpha instincts scream at him to claim her. He sat himself in a chair at one of the nearest tables, needing to hide his growing erection.

She held out the last note, her voice ringing out as the band hit a big chord at the end and she raised her arms. The audience cheered loudly, the couples who had been dancing stopped to join in on the applause. Emerald bowed and acknowledged the band behind her. Steve clapped and watched her closely. He was clocking all the Alphas in the audience, making note of the ones who were unmated and watching her like he was. It made him feel like a creep, but something deep within him was not willing to just walk out and go home. He was stuck to the spot, and would wait all night if he had to just to get a moment with her.

She sang a few more songs then suddenly pulled out a chair from behind the piano. “I’ve got one more for you tonight,” she said. The audience whined loudly. “Aaaww, are you gonna miss me?” she teased, sticking her lip out sadly. She smirked as she set the chair in the middle of the stage and took the microphone out of the stand to freely walk around. “I’m gonna need a big, strong Alpha volunteer,” she said in a low, seductive voice. As her eyes swept the crowd multiple loud voices yelled out, hands raising and Alphas standing up from their chairs. Steve stayed seated, desperately wanting her to choose him but not wanting to come off that way. He decided to let his instincts take over for just a moment and let off a pheromone scent of himself towards her. As her eyes continued to look out at the crowd they subtly widened and her back stiffened as her eyes instantly went to him. Her eyes flashed as she gazed at him, and her smirk deepened. Steve felt like the air between them was buzzing as he held her gaze, not daring to look away.

“You,” she pointed at him and then curled her finger, gesturing to him to come up. Steve slowly got up and followed the stairs up to the stage. There was a chorus of disappointed noises mixed with clapping from the audience as he approached her. “Take a seat, handsome,” she said, patting the top of the chair. Steve sat on the chair and looked up at her, memorizing every feature of her face. “What’s your name?” she asked, standing closer to him and holding the microphone to his face.

“S–Grant,” Steve said, clearing his throat after nearly slipping up on his name.

Emerald eyed him but her smile never faltered. “Grant. Everybody say ‘Hello Grant!’” She held the microphone out to the audience who chanted back at her in greeting him. “And what do you do, Grant?”

“Consulting,” Steve said automatically, a polite smile on his face as he warred with himself not to reach out and touch her.

“How vague…” Emerald said cheekily, raising her eyebrows and making the crowd laugh. “It’s alright, keep your secrets, handsome,” she said as she walked behind him then ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, her chin resting on his opposite shoulder, making them cheek to cheek. “I like a man who is mysterious…”

Steve let out a shuddering breath as the jittery energy he felt from her touching him flowed through his veins. His shoulders and chest felt like they were doused with ice water where she touched him, and his cheek warmed as he blushed with her so close. The Alpha howled at him to take her, right there in front of everyone, making his hands shake as he quickly folded them together and covered his crotch with his entwined fists.

“Can I sing this last song to you, Grant?” she said, her lips slightly grazing his ear, her hot breath making him shiver. Steve didn’t trust his voice so he slightly looked towards her and nodded. “Thank you,” she said, then moved away and turned to the band. “Shall we, lovies?”

“We shall!” the band called back to her, then counted themselves in. The melody started into a song Steve actually recognized from some music Sam had recommended to him.

Emerald walked towards the edge of the stage where Steve had walked up and then turned towards him sharply. “Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes,” she sang, her shoulders keeping the beat. “A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies,” she continued, twirling around and turning towards the bass player behind her, giving her a wink before facing Steve again. “And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow. You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low.” She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his face. “And the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush. You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush!” The band suddenly picked up, the sound swelling around Steve. Emerald smiled widely. “Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?” She quickly closed the distance between them and leaned down, her hand reaching out and cupping his jaw, making him move toward her. Steve’s eyes widened. “Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?” She leaned forward as she held his face and nuzzled her nose against his nose. As the chorus ended she released him and turned, jutting her hips towards him as they rocked to the beat.

“Well I wanna make love to you tonight, I can’t wait til the morning has come,” she sang, looking over her shoulder at him. He shifted in the seat, his pants feeling even more tight. “And I know now the timing is just right and straight into my arms you will run,” she walked behind him again, her hand doing as it had done before but this time running down his arm and squeezing his bicep. “And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you’re never alone.” She walked around him again until she faced him, then sank down into his lap. “There and then all my dreams will come true dear, there and then I will make you my own.” Steve’s hands gripped her hip and her knee to keep her planted on his lap, his hands still shaking at the close proximity and at getting to finally touch her even just a little. She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder to keep herself upright.

“And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside,” her nails gently scraped against the scent gland on his neck, making him gasp and his mouth drop open as he watched her. “And I know how much you want me that,” she winked at him, bringing her face slightly closer to his, “you can’t hide.”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together. He was sure his face was showing nothing but pure desire right now, and couldn’t find it in himself to care. His grip on her tightened and he swallowed thickly.

“Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?” Her fingers moved up and ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing his eyelids to flutter shut at the massage. “Can I just make some more romance with a-you…” she held the note out as she pulled him closer, this time making them nose to nose. The audience was whooping and hollering again, a chant of “Kiss him!” coming through the crowd as the music paused to build tension. She stared Steve down, her eyes flickering to his lips once then back up to his eyes. Steve was breathing heavily, waiting to see what she would do. After a long beat she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth, just out of reach of his lips. The audience was a mix of cheers and disappointed groans as she pulled away and licked her lips as she looked at him again before lifting the microphone back up to her mouth. “My love,” she sang the last line softly, and as the band finished with a jazzy ending she rested her forehead against his forehead as she caught her breath. Steve didn’t want it to end, holding her firmly against him as the music ended and the audience applause nearly deafened him. He didn’t want this bubble to burst, this magical moment to end, and yet his hands slipped away when she shifted to stand from his lap.

Emerald adjusted her dress and stood then took his hand and helped lift him from the chair, holding his hand up in hers high and then gesturing with their joined hands to bow. Steve bowed with her and plastered a polite smile on his face as he watched her smile widen at the crowd. “Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She joked, making everyone laugh again as they continued to clap. “Everybody give it up for our lucky man, Grant!” Another round of applause erupted as Steve nodded, a shy smile pulling at his mouth. She pulled his hand towards her and opened her arms for a hug. Steve happily ducked down to her embrace, his arms resting on her lower back as her free hand gripped his shoulder. Her face slightly twisted and her lips were by his ear again. “Meet me at the back door, ten minutes,” she whispered. Steve nodded minutely before pulling away. She released him and clapped for him as well as he waved a hand and stepped down from the stage.

As the drag queen who hosted came back out and closed the show Steve grabbed a shot at the bar, paid, then left through the front door. He quickly rounded the building, down the alley, until he reached the back of the building. He found the back door and leaned up against the wall next to it to wait. He didn’t know what would happen next, but if she wanted to see him afterwards then the magical moment must have meant something to her, too. Eight minutes went by until the door swung open and his green haired beauty emerged.

Her eyes quickly found him and she smirked. “Grant,” she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Emerald,” Steve greeted her back, pushing himself off the wall. “Though I’m guessing that’s not your name.”

“You guessed right,” she said. “Though it seems we’re both using different names, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes widened and his smile fell. He quickly cleared his throat and looked down. “That obvious, huh?”

“Probably not to the average person,” she said as she took a step toward him. “But most people haven’t had a grandparent that was a huge fan of Captain America like I did, who took me to the Smithsonian any chance he got to educate me about the great Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos. I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she quirked an eyebrow at him. “Though I have to say, I like the longer hair and beard look. Makes you much more ruggedly handsome.”

Steve’s smile returned and he blushed at her compliment. “Ruggedly handsome?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled widely at him. She took another step toward him, making her look up at him. She analyzed his face for a moment before she sighed heavily. “Dirty trick you played in there, using your scent on me,” she said quietly, her smile falling.

Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, um…I’m sorry,” he said quickly, embarrassed that although it worked in getting him noticed and chosen, she was obviously not happy with him about it.

“Hm,” she hummed, looking him over. “I was going to choose you regardless, you know?” she said, reaching a hand out and running her fingers over the lining of his coat. “I scented you from the moment you walked in,” she said, her fingers sliding up towards his collar. “A Manhattan cocktail, with an undertone of sandalwood and amber,” she met his gaze again. “And a hint of petrichor.”

“Petrichor?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers that gripped his collar lightly.

“The smell after a long awaited rain,” she whispered. She pulled him down by his collar and guided his face towards her neck. Steve’s arms wrapped around her like he was hugging her, his grip pulling her flush against him as he nuzzled his nose against her scent gland inhaling deeply. He felt like he was skipping a lot of steps in the process. Scenting another person was extremely personal, and not something done by strangers like this. “You obviously came here for this,” she said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

Steve groaned, getting drunk off the scent that nearly drove him crazy enough to lose control. She gave it up so easily to him. “Fuck…” he whispered as his tongue licked along the gland, nipping lightly at her skin. Her fingers tightened around his coat, a soft whimper falling from her lips. “I couldn’t tell what it was, but…” he sniffed again, his eyes rolling. “Bergamot, rose, and sandalwood. Like the perfumes I used to smell back in the day,” he said as his lips traveled to her jaw and then kissed her cheek softly. “With a hint of ocean air,” he smirked at her as he pulled away to look at her. Her eyes were hooded as she looked back up at him, her mouth open as she breathed heavily. “Your name?” he asked.

She huffed a silent laugh as she smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” Steve repeated it, liking the way it felt on his tongue.

Her smile tightened. “We should slow down.”

“We should,” Steve agreed, but didn’t let go of her.

She pulled away a little, which almost felt like a punch to his gut. Y/N looked up at him and mischievously grinned. “How about you take me out and show me some of that old school charm? And we’ll see where that leads us.”

Steve chuckled at that, his smile widening. “You took the words right out of my mouth. Though it sounds much more smooth coming from you.”

“I can be smooth when I wanna be,” she giggled. She gave him another look over then stepped back, reaching for and holding one of his hands while fishing out her phone from her coat pocket. She unlocked the phone and handed it to him. Steve quickly pulled his phone out and gave it to her as well and they exchanged numbers.

“I’ll call you,” Steve said as he made sure to save her contact information.

“You better,” Y/N smirked. She pulled him down by his collar again and kissed the side of his mouth, making him growl impatiently. It only made her laugh as she stepped out of his reach. “See you around, Steve,” she said his name in her seductive voice that she used on stage.

Steve sighed heavily and composed himself. “See you soon, Y/N.” She walked to the back door and knocked in a pattern, then the bass player walked out, giving her and Steve a once over and scoffing before walking towards one of the cars parked along the back alley. Y/N waved to Steve then followed the band member, who drove off with her. Steve watched until she was out of sight then laughed to himself. This is going to be interesting.

This is the "dirtiest" fic I've written so far. I'm not usually a #stucky fan, but I thought I'd give a crack at it. Hope y'all like it!

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hedwig221b · 9 months ago

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For the fic recs, anything with babies please? Or just pregnant stiles?

I'm weeping I love kid!fics and mpreg!Stiles...👶

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates…even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it. “Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists. “What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over. “I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

Loving Isaac by QueenOfAngst21

A regular patrol around their land takes a turn for the worse when Derek and Isaac run into a unwanted visitor. Just when Derek thinks they are in the clear, he wakes to find not his beta beside him but a crying blonde haired baby right where he left Isaac. The pack stumbles over themselves as their alpha and emissary navigate this new dynamic and find each other along the way.

Last To Know by Never_Says_Die

Kink meme fill in which every werewolf and shapeshifter in Beacon Hills is aware that Stiles is pregnant before he is. And apparently the first baby!werewolf being born into the pack (their Alpha's, no less) is a big freakin' deal and excuse enough for everyone to lose their damn minds. When Stiles figures out why everyone's been acting so weird around him, he's not amused.

An Alpha's Baby by Dexterous_Sinistrous

It had been more than a year since Stiles had been home to Beacon Hills. Things didn't end well between him and Derek. And now, returning with a baby, Stiles starts to question if he really did the right thing and leave, or if he should have stayed.

Let your unfaithful weaving go by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent. It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Shifts by gryvon

Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

Be Strong by blacktofade

A hunter breaks into Stiles' house and Stiles deals with them.

Safe Place to Land by Green

The Hales have been tracking a group of hunters who've targeted small packs with the help of a magic user. When they finally attack the hunter compound, they aren't expecting to find Stiles, a Spark who's practically a slave, and his young werewolf son. Derek isn't expecting the Spark to be his mate, either.

Wolf Cub by moodwriter

A strange wolf is not supposed to touch another pack’s cub and that’s why, on a rescue mission, it’s Stiles’ job to take care of the wolf cub who’s curious about everything and everyone. Stiles is not used to werewolf children, and the pack is not used to Stiles taking care of a child. Their Alpha gets very confused about this, too.

Karma Is A Bitch by Brego_Mellon_Nin

Ironically, Stiles was just returning to his dorm after failed negotiations about a possible adoption agreement with a local pack, when he saw the fairy. She was cornered and he was unable to curb his protective instincts. The fight was short and Stiles was left with only a blooming bruise on his jaw when the bullies scurried away. As a thank you, the fairy wanted to grant him a wish. Who knew what a bit of fairy fertility magic could do?

Empty by DiscontentedWinter

Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles x derek #eternal sterek #sterek fanfic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek fic rec #teen wolf fic #sterek fanfiction #derek x stiles #hedwig221b replies

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hemonoir · 1 month ago

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Tell me more about hotdog

hhHOh boy, okay, I'm just gonna start this off with a brief recap.

TL;DR: "Hotdog" Aka. Damara Lalonde, or "Mara" for short, is the adoptive daughter of Roxy Lalonde.

She is the same Damara raised by Doc Scratch who would later become The Handmaid, but was spared this fate when Roxy plucked her directly off the meteor using her void powers.

But I take it you're explicitly not here for a tldr so-

LONG AS FUCK EXPLANATION BELOW

Due to the bizarreness of her situation, a lot of the surviving cast post-game had some part in her upbringing. But most prominently were her mom's (Roxy and June), and Dirk, who served as an uncle of sorts. The latter being where she gets all the Stridisms in her design.

Personality wise: She's still extremely crude like Beforus Damara, but it's from a more direct ironic place meant to catch one off guard or to be absurdly overdramatic, rather than attempting to scare people away. A lot more snarky and confident, but not jaded or mean unless given reason to be.

Her interests include: Godzilla and similarly campy kaiju franchises. Practical effects in general, but mostly anything big dumb and explosive. Any Shonen slop Dirk showed her. Parkour and any reckless dangerous physical activity that would nearly give her friends a heart attack seeing her attempt. And starting sudden random indie projects in a medium she never returns to once she's finished.

Mara lives life fast and doesn't take time to dwell, especially as she's well aware of her own lifespan in comparison to her peers and her family. After highschool, she didn't want to bother with anything academic or to pursue some grand project to leave behind in her wake. Aside from flings, she doesn't really want to pursue a committed relationship either, as the last thing she wants is someone else fussing over her being careful, or bemoaning her short life in the last years she has of it.

It's her's, and her's alone. And she intends to live it to the fullest.

As for the concepts behind her character and creation-

In the shortest terms, Mara is a direct foil to the faults in Rose and Dave's upbringing. As well as an optimistic look to who Alpha Roxy and Dirk could have become despite who they were in the Beta Universe.

Both getting a chance to take supportive parental role's in Mara's life, Roxy more directly in being her mother, and Dirk more indirectly as someone Roxy could depend on to look out for her daughter, and who saw himself in another "out of place" kid.

Mara never had to wear the scarf of her dead mom, or mourn the fact they never truly got to know eachother due to her addiction. She had a loving mother who she knew for a fact supported her interests, and didn't keep things from her.

And instead of a shadowy violent figure that made her feel like she was never good enough, and without Cal's influence, she had someone to teach her to protect herself and who felt more like a trusted friend than another parent.

The parallels continue when brought back to her original upbringing under Scratch, a fate she narrowly avoided in this timeline due to Roxy pulling her off the meteor.

The idea for the whole AU actually initially came from the fact that Damara and Rose have a lot of direct parallels:

-Both use Needle-kind.

-While Rose would threaten suicide, Damara has a parental figure that actually would push her to suicide.

-John makes a comment about Rose seeming more "witch-like" in comparison to Jade, being a Seer and Witch respectively. However Damara actually is a Witch of Time when looking at her role in Beforus.

It makes it almost seem like Scratch will directly fit anyone he manipulates into a specific mold, but that's beside the point.

There are also parallels in Hal/AR being a piece that makes up Scratch/English, despite his initial role being one of sacrifice. But instead of knowing a sliver of Dirk that got ultimately corrupted and morphed into something cruel and unrecognizable, she got to know Dirk in full who never mutated into some kind of sick beast.

Lastly, though this is more of a side note:

Initially, I actually planned Mara to be raised by Scratch for a brief period, but taken before she could serve English. I.E. Instead of spawning green boxes, Roxy pulling a girl out of a green box.

I'm still mulling it over, but me and my wife most of the time lean towards her never having to suffer under Scratch bc Roxy with her stupid hotdog baby is nice fluff. But the narrative of a kid narrowly avoiding a grizzly fate and having severe repressed trauma she can't remember despite her currently good life, is a story element I still gravitate to as someone with DiD, who also headcanons Dirk as having DiD.

So it's sort of up in the air at times whether or not, Troll named Hotdog. Ever actually was. Hotdog shaped.

At least under Roxy's care.

#Homestuck #Damara Megido #Roxy Lalonde #Dirk Strider #Doc Scratch #Rose Lalonde #Mom Lalonde #Bro Strider #The Handmaid

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sexyslut033 · 27 days ago

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Student Teaching

Callie had transferred to the school I taught at for her senior year. As soon as she arrived there were rumors swirling about why she'd had to change schools. I tried to avoid that kind of stuff, though. It wouldn't be the first time a pretty girl who was confident in her self got tarred with a sexually explicit brush. Still, there was no avoiding the fact that she didn't act like any of the students I'd had before. There was really no better way to say it than that she was seductive. She seemed almost to want to be sexualized; being the object of public desire and resentment, having people whispering behind her back. It all seemed to make her more powerful. Soon she started amassing her little band of followers. Girls started blowing off lessons like she did, sitting in the back of the class gossiping. Makeup got heavier, outfits got skimpier. The atmosphere in the halls seemed to get more sexual. Soon the boys started changing to meet the girls new desires. The school jocks had always been a tame bunch, more known for being friendly if not enormously bright. As they fell under this new energy, however, they started to feel more like alpha males. Muscles swelled for purely aesthetic reasons. Aggressiveness levels rose. They acted possessive in the halls, arguing and even fighting each other for the attention of one barely legal tart or another.

It was hard to deny that these changes seemed to stem from Callie's arrival. Our school was becoming two, with super foxy girls and alpha male boys gliding above the forgotten rest, who faced increasing scorn. The whole atmosphere felt increasingly toxic, and Callie was right at home in this new world. She manipulated like a master, encouraging girls to worship her and pursue shallow, bitchy femininity, and pushing boys to compete for her attention by clashing with other alphas or bullying betas. Those betas she determined below her notice became the carriers of homework loads for popular students more interested in their own looks. I finally decided to speak to Callie. I knew it was slightly crazy to suspect a student of having so much influence on their peers, and definitely crazy to assume it to be nefarious rather than just a result of popular dynamics amplified by a girl so in control of herself.

Nevertheless, I found myself nervously approaching the clique of slutty brats that surrounded her at all times after a particularly disruptive class where only the first row could even hear me over their loud, bitchy gossiping and giggling. When Callie met my eye, the girls shifted away, reacting subconsciously to the desires of their leader. I could have sworn I even saw the spark of triumph in the girl's eyes. After I started dancing around the subject of changing behaviors at school she just smirked.

"Well I'm glad someone has noticed." My shock at her admission was immediately overtaken by the sudden realization of how sexy this girl was. Her looks had become even more dramatic since her arrival had upended the school culture. Her plump, pouty lips turned every comment into a provocation.

"You mean you admit there's been a change?"

"Well duh. When I got here everyone was totally lame. Now this place is fitting for a queen bee like me."

"What did you do?"

"I just brought out everyone's true selves. It turns out most people enjoy giving in to temptation if you let them." As she said this she came closer to me. I couldn't stop focusing on the curve of her breasts. I knew they would feel so good in my hands. I didn't even really notice stepping forward myself as she continued to talk, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper. "I think you're just jealous, aren't you sir? You think I'm a hot little piece of ass, and you're tired of not being able to say it. I know you're only in teaching for the easy access to hot, easy sluts. A big strong man like you, teaching math? It's a joke. You just use your position to encourage girls to become increasingly vapid, bitchy bimbos, and boys to become alpha studs like you. Anyone who can't measure up doesn't deserve the attention of people like us." As she spoke I felt her acrylic nails caressing my cock through my pants. I could have sworn my cock wasn't that big the last time it got hard, if I could still remember anything before this moment totally clearly. Everything she said made perfect sense though, and totally jelled with the fact that I was about to fuck this girl into oblivion. I love this school.

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seijorhi · 2 months ago

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I'M GNAWING AT THE BARS FOR THIS FIC RHI. There's so many components I love especially with the hyper-aware and insecure MC towards the system and that being her blindspot three alphas' infatuation with her. Even if she is a beta, it's pretty clear that she's entangled in the system even if she doesn't want to. That's one part I always like about outsider MC tropes since they aren't always spared from these hiearchies, which is why I deeply adore the portrayal of a beta MC amongst a sea of omega MCs (no offense to the writers tho!)

I feel like the fic was also a good combination of standout parts from Powder Keg and Means to an End with the Ame/Aya similarity and the climax ending at the hospital. I wonder what other readers' interpretation of Aya would be like especially since Ame got negative reception at her naivety and her blind desire to be with the boy/s. I think they're both buffers in the sense that if they were gone, a lot of the tension would be removed as the boys would have taken a more straightforward and drastic approach.

To me, I feel like Aya's character was very interesting especially since her outright flaws in the fic could be attributed to her omega nature. It's understandable that she would have a tunnel vision to getting a pack. It's also pretty clear in the fic that Aya was willing to walk away as long as MC communicated it to her, which makes MC's discomfort and eventual assault by Ushijima all the more painful. I've made this review solely centered on the girls since they're very complex leading ladies, but the alphas oh my god...

We've already seen a team up with Ushijima and Tendou before, but Semi is such a good addition to the mix. He reminds me of a mixture between Matsukawa and Kuroo through his vibes, and he was really intimidating/pushy at simultaneously luring and taunting MC in their solo convo. Aside from that, Ushijima's scenes were an unexpected part of the fic since he always seeemed composed and cold until he isn't. I just want to look into his head during the match since he was staring at MC so intensely. Also, Tendou's part was interesting since he was just playing Aya at the tips of his fingertips. It's a nice change for him to just manipulate another person so easily for the sake of his goals.

If you don't mind this very long post, I have a few questions to ask since I love the fic and I want a new trend of beta readers to come out in the a/b/o fics 🙏

- What was the three's first impression of the MC when they actually met face-to-face during the game?

- What were Tendou and Aya talking about in their solo conversation?

- What's their endgame? Would they be willing to expand their pack so that other alphas, omegas, and betas can have a taste of MC?

- The three wanted to keep Aya as a back-up, but would there be a line she could never cross or she'd get removed from the arrangement entirely?

- Maybe it's just my ass being delusional since Aya and MC have a close relationship, but did Aya ever think of pursuing things with her romantically even with her status?

ty my love!!

it's funny you bring up ame, because after the backlash with her character in means to an end i tried to make ayako at least slightly more sympathetic?? she's not perfect by any means, but at the end of the day she's just a girl who loves her best friend. she's balancing her biological needs – a veritable ticking clock – against the risk of losing the only person she cares about, and it goes catastrophically wrong

okay onto the questions;

i think ushijima's reaction speaks for itself. if there was any doubt she was it, it pretty much evaporated right then and there.

for semi, it's her first time meeting him, sure, but with the most free time on his hands, he's pretty well acquainted with their little beta.

with tendou, what she attributes to friendly enthusiasm is...well, barely repressed horniness. he wants to bend her over so bad

2. it's mostly smalltalk and funny stores, tendou prying into her life with the reader between anecdotes of his own and aya giggling along. his attention wanes pretty quick without the reader

3. their pack is perfect as is. three alphas and their beta mate. at one point they were willing to potentially include aya in that, but considering ushijima completely lost it over the omega scenting her and semi's own simmering jealousy (which i think comes as a surprise to him as well), those plans were quickly abandoned. they're too possessive to share, even on a limited basis.

4. i think even if they'd gone ahead with the plan, the end result would've been the same, just a slower process. the limits to the levels of contact they'd accept growing smaller and more restrictive day by day.

5. the first draft was very, very gay. like almost overtly. jennifer's body levels of 'gay for your best friend'. i ended up dialling it down to make it more open to interpretation, but i think that ultimately, no matter how you read it, if aya could deal with her heats entirely on her own, she'd be more than happy to live out her days just the two of them.

#at one point i may have indicated that the chocolates contained an ingredient not approved for food production but uhhhh #i decided that was too degen and deleted it ghfjkdjhfjd #rhi answers #fic asks #all in

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loganwritesprobably · 3 months ago

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My bad

Tags/Warnings: Peter/GN!Reader, getting together, fluff, redeemed!Peter, set post Peter's resurrection, not spell checked/beta read

Now that he was back and sane again, it was easy to forget that Peter had ever been the insane Alpha killing people throughout Beacon Hills. Of course, you'd thought he was hot before but then you'd at least felt guilty about it, now that he was back and seemingly whole and done with murder sprees you were struggling to feel that same guilt.

Scott, of course, did not believe that Peter was done with his killing. Most pack members didn't, and truly you didn't blame him. It didn't matter how much you encouraged Scott to use his enhanced hearing to listen to Peter's heartbeat or use his enhanced smell to check Peter's scent - he was resolute. Peter is evil and always will be.

When you asked Stiles to use his dad's computer to check Peter's details, to find his registered age and his birth certificate, he hesitated for a moment on his judgement. Peter was barely older than Derek - just seven years. That made him twenty eight years old. Sure he was absolutely a grown adult but nowhere near as old as they were expecting him to be - and a solid six of those years were spent in a coma. You could smell Stiles' guilt mixing with confusion and frustration, and you assured him that guilt had no role to play as long as everyone was more gentle in future.

At first, Peter was suspicious of you, and you couldn't blame him. You'd approached Derek when he returned because you'd gone to school together and wanted to reconnect after so much time apart - you'd become a werewolf in that time and revealed that reflecting on your time as acquaintances as classmates led you to guess what had truly happened to the Hales. You assured him you'd been looking after the territory as best as you could, but you alone were no match for a rogue Alpha. Your pack was your human parents. You'd helped ultimately kill him, and now you were acting as if he'd been a friend just as much as anyone else.

Though, with werewolf senses and above average intelligence, it took very little time for Peter to realise what exactly promoted you to act so kindly - your attraction to him. He spent time sitting on the information and watched you, and the way you navigated the world, the way you interacted with pack members and how you spoke about him when you weren't aware he was listening. You were his most staunch defender, not defending his actions but the reasoning behind them, and advocating for him having a second chance. He appeared to have changed, and they didn't want him feral again - that last point had been what had gotten him closer to pack members.

Derek was struggling with his new pack mates, and Peter's help was invaluable. As you left the loft one day, you leaned into Derek's ear and softly whispered "you're welcome," and had never followed up on it after that.

Peter had watched the interaction happen, and that was what had told him that he needed to pursue you. He couldn't stand how it felt to see you so close to someone that wasn't him - someone you had history with and was your own age, no less.

You reached the parking garage beneath the loft, and before you could so much as fish your keys from your pocket to unlock your car, you were pushed against a wall. For a moment you were unsure what was happening, until you processed the feeling of a warm, hard body against your own. Bulking muscles pressed against you, electric blue eyes boring into yours, and claws tentatively pressed against your hips to hold you in place without destroying your clothes.

"Peter?" You asked in a whisper, a shiver travelling down your spine as heat gathered in your stomach.

"Mine." He growled in response, and despite his complete lack of niceties or courting or even asking a question, you nodded. You nodded enthusiastically. Then, his lips were on yours, kissing you enthusiastically. His tongue pushed into your mouth to claim it, hands roaming your body to feel you and leave his scent behind. You doubted Scott would notice, but you happily gave into Peter's instincts, your own whining with submission.

You doubted the others would be happy, but that was their business really, not yours.

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#fanfic #writing #reader insert #loganwritesfanfics #peter hale #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #peter hale x reader

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calciumcryptid · 7 months ago

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We Are the Series but Omegaverse Because I Have Opinions™

BEGINNING NOTES:

I haven't read the novel.

This follows my own personal interpretation of the omegaverse.

The characters don't have a scent kink, but the author sure does.

PHUMPEEM

Phum is an omega.

He smells like roses, vanilla, and musk.

Peem is an alpha.

He smells like sea salt, ambrette seeds, and sage (the sea shore).

Phum presented as an omega while he was in another country. Everyone thought he was an alpha like his two older brothers. This delayed his return to Thailand. When he returned home, he crammed his scent under scent blockers. On a typical day, he passes as a beta, and on a good day, he passes as an alpha.

By the start of the series, the only people outside his immediate family who know he is an omega are Toey (who sniffed him out), Beer (who Phum told), and Mick (who wasn't told, but made an educated guess).

By the end of the series, Phum stops using his scent blockers around the group. By graduation, he stops using scent blockers altogether.

As Phum's narrative foil, Peem has no problem with his scent. He was raised in a supportive family and a strong platonic pack.

This may come as a surprise, but their storyline doesn't change until the Volunteer Camp Arc.

Due to PhumPeem's odd mating dance, their biology was very confused about whether or not they were mates. To play it safe, their biology started to view the other as their mate.

Omegas are known for getting territorial (aka, power-boosted) when protecting their packs and mates.

This resulted in Phum nearly throwing hands with Kluen, barely circumvented by TanFang's interference. Fang took Phum aside to calm him down. When Peem heard, he started to freak out about letting his mate feel threatened. This was when their friends realized something more had been going on between them, and they encouraged them to talk it out before someone got hurt.

They are officially dating/courting by the end of camp.

Afterward, Phum takes permanent residence in Peem's lap.

They mated before they got married.

QTOEY

Q is an alpha.

He smells like cedarwood (pencils), oakwood moss, and amber.

Toey is an omega.

He smells like milk, coffee, and sugar (yes, a milk frappe)

Q has a weird relationship with his second gender.

He doesn't hate being an alpha, but people weirdly fixate on it to an uncomfortable extent. Many were displeased when he wanted to pursue art because they thought he should pursue something more alpha-like. Q hates it when he plays into textbook alpha behavior. His friends figured this out, and don't comment on it.

Q was a lone wolf in high school until Peem leaned over during an art elective to ask him a question. Q was (platonically) attracted to Peem's chill vibes, and the rest is history.

Asexual people don't have ruts/heats.

Aromantic people don't have scents.

Aromantic Asexual people don't have either.

However, demiromantic people gain a scent once they are romantically attracted to someone. Demisexual people gain a heat/rut cycle once they are sexually attracted to someone.

Before he started university, Q developed his scent. His friends noticed before he did, and everyone was confused.

Unfortunately, Toey got the worse end of the stick. He went into his first heat late into high school. His omega instincts kicked in and guided him to the nearest omega.

That was Phum.

This is why Toey knows Phum is an omega, and why Phum and Fang protected Toey.

In a twist of fate, scents save the day as QToey started to date earlier than canon because Q connected the scent on the post-it notes to Toey.

They were the first ones to have a pup.

TANFANG

Fang is an alpha.

He smells like amber, vanilla, and musk.

Tan is an alpha.

He smells like mandarin orange, mint, and mugwort.

Instead of punching each other, they got into a full-on brawl.

In high school, Tan was a textbook alpha who was overcompensating. When Pun said he felt unsafe around him he realized he was going off the deep end. The day he left that hangout was the day he saw Fang and Phum.

Fang knew about his affection for Tan; however, he valued his parents' love more. He believed if he entered a relationship with another alpha, he would be considered a failure.

Between high school and university, they both tried dating omegas. It didn't work. They were ruined for anyone else.

When canon rolled around, Fang realized his love for Phum outweighed any love he held for their parents (though he was in the process of letting go), but believed he missed his chance at happiness because he was a coward.

He nearly confessed first when he reunited with Tan.

He nearly cried when Tan confessed his feelings.

Fang keeps his relationship hidden from his parents. He plans for them to find out when their marriage is finalized and they've adopted their second child.

On a side note, I've decided Tan has a lesbian alpha/omega couple as his parents. One is an alpha lawyer, and the other is an omega mechanic. They love Fang dearly, and Fang gets his turn to cry over familial affection.

They're always bathed in each other's scent, to the point people meeting them for the first time get confused on whose scent is whose or what their scents actually are.

Fuck Head Alpha and Head Omega, this pack has two Head Alphas and people get very intimidated about this fact.

CHAINPUN

Chain is a beta.

He smells like mint (toothpaste).

Betas have weaker one-note scents.

Pun is an omega.

He smells like juniper berry, saffron, and seamoss (penguins).

The two had been courting/dating since high school without realizing it. This was a point of suffering for their pack.

Chain: I don't understand why people keep breaking up with me?

Pun, laying next to him in his nest which Chain helped him make: Yeah. I don't know why either. You are a catch. :D

Chain gifted Pun a penguin plushies he keeps in his nest.

Chain: Ah yes, me, my mate, and his six-foot penguin plushie.

They mated before they got married.

Apparently, exhibitionists. Good for them.

They are the second ones to have a pup.

MICKMATT

Mick is an alpha.

He smells like smoked cedar, oud embers, and vetiver.

Matt is a beta.

He smells like fruity cereal.

They met online before they met in-person.

Matt when he learns Toey studied art because of an alpha: That isn't very omega rights of you.

As previously mentioned, Mick guessed Phum was an omega.

Mick: Oh, are you worried about telling Peem you are an omega?

Phum and Beer: You know???

Mick: Yeah. :D

BONUS: BEER

Beer is an alpha.

Fortunately, he doesn't smell like beer (like piss).

He smells like grapefruit, lavender, and silver birch.

He needs a vacation.

#omegaverse #phumpeem #qtoey #tanfang #chainpun #mickmatt #we are #we are series #we are the series

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daichiduskdrop · 2 years ago

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Chapter 06

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: Slight implications of rape

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie

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Pulling you closer to his body the pack alpha started to calmy walk towards the underground parking lot exit. Hearing the locking sound of the door he didn't bother to turn around, instead focusing on you fully.

Your eyes were pretty much completely closed, only fluttering from time to time. With the light too harsh on them you let a soft whine leave you, and grabbed closer on Namjoons t-shirt, burrowing your face in the crook of his neck once again.

„It's okay babypup, just rest for some more now.” He said, his voice calming to your ears, further settling you down. As an omega it was very normal for you to sleep more than any different second genders do. Used to resting for over 11 hours a day you were always sleepy.

While you enjoyed being able to fall asleep so quickly in many scenario's, it was also greatly inconvenient in others. Whenever you had to pull an all-nighter for the final exams at school it was very annoying.

You didn't really like the taste of coffee, plus pretty much any caffeine or even theine was just a terrible thing to drink for any omegas. A light fruit tea was okay, since it doesn't include any of the actual theine, but anything bit stronger like a pure matcha tea could be bit problematic sometimes.

You didn't always struggle with the different foods and drinks that could potentionally be harmful for you, but from time to time you really didn't check what was included out of laziness and ended up terribly sick. It was just a curse that came with your second gender.

You were used to having long hours at school, getting up to be there by 8 and leaving some time during the afternoon, sometimes you had to stay behind to finish your work up. So if you were still really sleepy in the morning, it was quite normal for you to eat something to replenish your energy at least slightly.

The university you went to wasn't very quiet since all second genders were allowed to study in it, so you weren't really able to relax there most of the time.

You loved the school in a way but it also brought great troubles for you. Whenever you told anyone about the school you frequently visited, they usually looked down at you from then on.

You of course understood very well that art is less important to people and humanity than doctors and nurses, lawyers or even teachers, but there was just something about it that always called for your name since you were young.

You used to draw for fun when you were small, while you were still a part of your old pack. Your family supported you when you were still young, but as you got older and your relationship with art didn't fade they would start to get more upset.

Yea, you were an omega which often had hard times getting into more serious industries like education and health services, management or even office and administrave support. For those a lot of the time only betas and sometimes even only alphas were allowed to work at.

So with only a few different options for your future, you decided to pursue your early dreams even when it brough a great disappointment for your pack.

It was quite welcomed to have omegas not work at all in the more traditional packs, and if you were in a modern one it was often that the omegas worked as librarians or maybe personal shoppers too if they didn't mind the crowds and loudness the malls often carried. It was usual to work as a babysitter too.

If you were an omega that wanted to work these were the well welcomed options, easy to maintain and keep track of, so the pack always knew about theirs omegas well-being.

Even if the pack was very modern thinking regarding the set rules, there was absolutely no way any alpha in their right mind would allow their pack's omega out of sight and not know about their plans and whereabouts.

Some people were just dangerous, and so letting your omega go somewhere on their own, even if they wanted to do so very badly was a very risky act noone wanted to fully admit to.

It was often times other alphas that brought the biggest dangers, usually after being rejected by the lowest second genders that didn't accept their packbound.

Feeling sour they just start to hate them more and more and if any omega comes in sight without being protected by their pack it happens sometimes that they let their anger out. Doesn't matter which is the way for them to do it.

For such reasons it's more than normal for anyone of the pack to be with their omega most of the time. You are going to try on that dress now? Okay, I will wait next to the changing rooms. You want to refill your cup? Here, I'll do it for you, you just wait with the others.

With how rare it is for omegas to fully accept a forming bond and become a part of it, the packs are more than ready to cherish them like the finest gems.

Namjoon too was very keen and felt a deep satisfaction in keeping you close around. His pack was a more modern one with how there were no betas around, but suddenly, he felt very on edge with all the different people passing by.

Holding the doors open with his foot, he waited for the rest of his pack to go through before he closed it. One palm over your head he held it close and snuggled up against his scent gland.

He realised how you needed any rest you could finally get. With how unscented you were, even before arriving to their home, he knew there was most likely noone in your life to properly have you as a part of a pack.

So it was only natural for you to feel the need to rest even more than usual, after being able to let go of any worries and let your guard down for once.

They were more than ready to do that for you, keeping you well and safe at all costs. His whole pack was very important to him and came first under any scenarios, but now that they had you they were interested in, you were quick to become one of the highest priorities for each of the alphas.

It was very normal for omegas or even betas to take liking to a new pack they just discovered, getting attached quickly and easily.

So if both of the parties were interested, there was no harm in slight rushing. It wasn't considered that in the modern society, absolutely typical and usual since it happened oh so very often.

Stepping up the few stairs that led to the mall entrance, the pack walked close together. Their steps rang out in the quiet concrete corridors, the piping on the ceiling left uncovered. A few graffiti tags were here and there but the light was bright and there was noone around, so there wasn't anything to worry about.

Entering already inside of the roudy building, Namjoon slowly lowered you to the tiled floors. Your eyes opened up again, but it wasn't long until you were once again reaching for his neck, your small fingers latching on the t-shirt he had under the dark coat.

„It's okay, princess. You can sleep more later, yeah? Let's get some food in your stomach. What would you like to have? There is a big food court on the second floor; should we go look?” Jimin was quick to step in; he could notice how the pack alpha's facade was going down and how his eyes went soft again.

They would never mind carrying you, in public or not; it was very normal to do so with omegas, but since you weren't necessarily theirs yet, they didn't want to cross any boundaries you had.

With how sleepy you still were, they didn't want you to feel embarrassed later on. And so to avoid having that happen, Taehyung and Jin both took one of your palms in theirs and started leading you towards the escalators.

You didn't come to this mall often—pretty much never at all. It was quite far from your home and was in a more noisy area since it was usual for tourists to come in here.

Still, the alphas led you with ease, with Jimin at the front and Namjoon walking behind you, keeping everyone in sight. Walking alongside a big grocery store, a café, and a stationary shop, you felt many scents that were new to you.

Reminding yourself, you remember the thing that got you into this place at first: the medication prescription you didn't get. Looking up at Jin's face, you thought about asking them for help at that moment, but with how much distress you must have caused them already, you just decided to let it be for now.

The eldest went first on the lifting stairs, pulling you behind him and stepping to the left. You stayed on the step after him, and with Tae doing the same, the three of you were left in a small row.

The hanging banners above you were advertising new burgers, a makeup collaboration with an idol, and a new clothing collection in one of the many boutiques in this mall.

After you all piled out from the stairs, you walked towards the big food court right in front of you. There were many sitting spots; some were kept in enclosed booths, and other small tables were left in the open. Some of them were left occupied by customers, but most of them were still empty.

There was a big selection of different fast foods and restaurants you could get your food from, many of whose names you didn't recognise. There was a big McDonald's that you, of course, were familiar with, but the other restaurants like Shake Shack or Cushara were ones you never really heard of.

Letting yourself be tagged along, you allowed Jimin to select an enclosed booth that had dark maroon sofa-like seats. The space was definitely large enough for the whole pack to fit in, so the alpha chose well.

Jin sat down first, followed closely by you and Tae. Namjoon, looking at the different options, turned away slightly from you. You noticed Jimin typing on his phone; he was leaning against the side of the short, built-up walls. He looked up when the pack alpha eventually turned back towards all of you, though.

„What would you guys like to get? I'm thinking Panda Express might be a good choice, but we can go for something else if you want to. What would you like to have for lunch cub?" Looking at you, he watched your face, noting the small facial expression changes.

„Yoongi just texted me that they are on the bottom floor, so they should be here in a minute or so.” Jimin mumbled, his eyes glued back to the screen as he typed again.

„Alright, let's wait for what they want to order then.” Answered Namjoon once again before he slid into the seat next to Jin. On the booth table, there was laminated paper that had a list of the most popular foods from each dining place available at the spot. Picking it up, Tae held it up so you could see too.

„Let's look together, babycheeks. Here, they even have an omega-safe food list; that's really clever. Let's see..” Reading over the list closely, the man looked for the foods with the small label next to the names, marking them as fully safe because they were mild in spices, not too high in sugar, and usually not fried either.

Leaning in to look yourself, you hesitantly pointed towards the 'orange chicken' listed next to the small panda express label. You never had it but since you were a big tangerine lover, you felt like it could be quite tasty.

„Could I get that please?“ You mumbled, looking up at Taehyung's face for a bare second. Sitting up slightly, he went over the contents of the meal.

„I'm not sure babycheeks. How about we get you something else instead. Do you want chicken and rice? Here, there is a 'grilled teriyaki chicken' listed, does that sound good, sweet baby? We can get you some rice with it too; the brown steamed rice here is extra tasty.”

Lightly trying to steer you towards a different decision, you looked back at the menu, and he was right. Next to the options he just told you about was the tiny symbol you had to look for constantly.

„But I wanted the orange chicken, please,” you said, looking into Taehyung's eyes. He couldn't bring himself to hold your gaze for much longer. He could feel his heart practically break with how he had to tell you no, even after you asked so nicely.

He was proud of you for telling him what you wanted, even if it was a simple meal from a restaurant. He knew more than well how that could be so tricky sometimes.

„Baby I know, but it could really be bad for your tummy. I don't want you to get sick. Come here, let's look at the other options together.” His voice was softer than usual, and even when he spoke with a deep tone, he always tried to soften it up for your ears.

With one of his arms going around your left, he lightly pulled you closer to him so your thighs were touching. Leaving his palm at your shoulder, he occasionally rubbed your shoulder blade in small circles.

When you could smell the light scent of rain and the forest's smell of citrus and flowers, you looked up almost immediately. The three alphas were walking around the tables, careful not to bump into anyone or anything as they walked in your direction.

You were glad to see them after a few hours of their absence, so you were quick to climb out of the booth before you took the few last steps in their direction. Jungkook walked first, and that meant he was the first to have his hands on you, pulling you to his chest.

Breathing in the soft aroma he brought, you smiled lightly, feeling content. With how dependable omegas often get, it was more than healthy for you to be around the whole pack at once.

„Did you miss me, baby? I missed you lots and lots.” The man mumbled lightly, his face hidden behind the face mask. Lightly patting the back of your head, he wanted to hold you for longer, but unfortunately, the situation wasn't ideal.

„Yah, Kook-ah, let me have her for a minute too. Stop hogging her up!” Hobi's voice was loud, just as it usually is. Pulling away from you slightly, before the other alpha had time to react, you were quickly snatched away. It wasn't Hoseok who took you; it was Yoongi.

Sneaking around the other table, he didn't bother to wait for you. Instead, the alpha didn't waste any time before his arms pulled you to his chest once more. Lightly rubbing his chin over the top of your head, he felt content with you around.

„My kitty. How are you? Did you have a nice time at the shops? Should we go buy some more stuff later?” Feeling shy, you let him pull away to watch your face.

„Yea, Tae and Jimin bought me a lot of stuff. I'm very thankful.” You whispered softly, still feeling a bit overwhelmed with how quick they were to spend so much money on you. They didn't hesitate.

„..That's good, that's really good, I still think-” Cutting his elder with no problems, Hobi snaked his arms around your waist, also hugging you. You looked up at his face and were greeted by the biggest smile ever.

„Little cub, I'm so glad to see you. You looked so nice in the clothes. Here, sunshine, let's go eat now, yea?” Pulling at your hand, he let you take a seat before he himself sat down. This time, you had Jungkook and Hobi keeping you company.

With the other pack members greeting themselves, Namjoon didn't waste much time before he handed them the menu. Most of them were getting ramen noodles and settled on sharing theirs with you.

You were getting the grilled teriyaki chicken Taehyung recommended, but you really didn't feel like getting brown rice, so you stuck with the usual white one.

Standing up, most of the alphas left to go order and pay for the food, but when you tried to stand up, you were quick to be pulled back to your seat by the youngest.

„No babybun, stay here with me for now. Tell me about today, hm?” It was very easy for the whole pack to finally allow their second gender to fully control them and take over. There was just something so deeply satisfying for them about having you to constantly care for and having someone fully depend on them for once.

It was a breath of fresh air; they didn't even realise how much they had actually pushed off their wants the whole time before you came about.

BigHit did offer the chance of hired packomegas, which were usually there for the ruts the alphas went through twice a year. They never worked well for the pack, though; oftentimes they tended to get along great with one but argue so much with the other. So after their earlier years, which arrived after their fresh debut, they just stopped letting the company look for packomegas completely.

„But the food? There is a lot; I should help." Your voice was worried as you looked in the direction they left.

„Babybun, it's alright really. They can do it well, okay? Just stay with me right now. Tell me about where you guys went?” Jungkook knew that they were more than capable of carrying all the foods and was just the slightest bit worried about you spilling something; the possibility of you getting burnt just didn't sit well with him.

„Okay.. if you are sure.. We went to Dior; I tried on a bunch of stuff too." You murmured, finally looking at Jungkook. His eyes were wide and bright, fully set on your form.

Talking about the trip you took with the packmates, you skipped over the whole buying ordeal; you didn't feel like worrying the youngest alpha too.

„What were you doing?” You hesitated to ask, still very shy around them. You could see how he smiled widely at your question. He couldn't help himself though; you were just too cute.

„I was at the studio; I was finishing up my part of the song with Yoongi, and Hobi was there to work on a part of one dance. We had some stuff to sign, too. It's very boring stuff, my baby; don't worry about it, okay?”

Only nodding lightly, you looked at your lap. You could hear him lightly giggle next to you; the laugh was airy and sweet. Cooing at you, he brushed your cheek softly, making you look back at him.

„How about you tell me more about yourself now? What about your pack?”

It was sudden, you could feel dread start to consume you, and from the bottom of your toes, you felt your muscles tighten. Gulping, you looked away.

You didn't have a nice past; with how your pack abandoned you, it was easy to know so. Usually left alone, you lived a very sad life. Still, sometimes you feel joy come from small things. Those moments did help from time to time.

Even if you tried to cover up the sudden change of mood, the alpha was quick to notice. It was one of his second gender's charms—the ability to quickly notice any atmosphere changes.

Moving quickly, his warm hands went around your shoulders before he pulled you closer, your tights touching.

„Baby, it's okay; we don't have to do that if you don't want to talk yet. It's alright, babybun, don't worry, yeah?" His eyes were desperately looking for yours, but with no success. Tears sprung up suddenly too, furthering the sudden despair he felt.

Desperate to make you feel better, to calm you back down. You were doing so well today, and he didn't want it to go wrong for you so suddenly.

When the first tear fell and he could start to really smell the sadness in your naturally soft and sweet aroma, he knew something was seriously wrong.

He didn't waste any more time before he pulled you to his chest, fully squishing you against him. Your soft sobs followed soon too, only furthering his worry. In the corner of his eye, he could see all of his packmates coming back towards him, their pace urgent.

„Sh,sh, shh, babybun, don't cry; it will be okay. We are here now, cub. Come here, and let me hold you for now. You'll be okay.” Lightly hiccuping, you let the alpha sway you from side to side slowly, his scent worried and heavy.

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disaster-writer · 7 months ago

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Poison (Part 2/4)

Pairing: Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!Reader

Summary: You loved love, but it wasn’t made for you… but maybe a certain Alpha could change your mind

Word Count: 7.7k

AU: Omegaverse

Part 1

(L/N) Ami was many things.

A desirable and beautiful Omega. Playful and fun with a sharp cutting wit. She’s masterfully gotten Alphas to bend to her own commands in the past, including her father and brothers.

But above all else, she was a meddler. Or what she preferred to be called: A Matchmaker.

Both her older twin brothers were mated before high school even ended. For her youngest sister however, she was still working on it.

But you? You were always the most difficult and not because you refused to play your part. You did it beautifully in fact all throughout high school and the beginning of college. She convinced you to confess to many people she thought would be good for you and you never shied from the challenge, something she greatly envied herself as she was much too timid to ever put herself out there.

But no one ever wanted you, and after each and every rejection, she watched as your drive and confidence diminished little by little.

Until you gave up completely.

The night still haunts her whenever she’d look back on it.

You were twenty years old when you came back home from class one evening. You and your sisters all shared a room so when they saw you were in tears upon entering they were both on high alert.

You told them you had run into an old high school acquaintance. A high school acquaintance that you had a bit of a crush on back then. You figured you’d shoot your shot as he was the only guy you liked that had always intimidated you too much to try and ask out.

The great Ushiwaka.

He rejected you.

And of all the people that had ever rejected you, you told them that he was the meanest.

Everyone was well aware that Ushijima Wakatoshi was very blunt with his words and lacked any eloquence. You knew that but what he had told you that day made you want to never pursue another relationship with an Alpha or an Omega again.

You weren’t and would never be compatible with any other presentation that wasn’t another Beta.

You didn’t even have any friends other than your sisters she came to realize. But it made sense in that the schools your parents always pushed you in were always elite and top notch, the students that attended those schools always seemed to come from traditionalist families.

Apparently a Beta had no ranking among society now that they made up such a small portion of the worlds population.

After seeing the pain you were in she decided to hang up the apron of matchmaking and instead devoting her life to hearing your cries of woe concerning love, no matter how pathetic it seemed.

She thought things would get better once you started your career… and at least she thinks they did. But you never spoke about the people you worked with. Whenever it came to work talk you only told them about your job and nothing else.

So after this revelation, smelling you bathed in an Alphas scent and receiving gifts…

She was taking the apron off its hook again.

She had cried all night over sappy romance movies with you, gone to your Pilates class, and went out to dinner with you all while the cogs in her head were turning.

Once you were fast asleep she snuck into your room to confirm her suspicions.

She went to your closet and dug through it, and sure enough nearly all of your work attire in some way or another smelled like the very same Alpha.

After that she had snuck back downstairs and into the guest room to search the internet. Typing in Bokuto msby black jackals and pulled up images.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the screen, the light from her laptop illuminating her entire face within the dark room.

”What the fuck (Y/N)?” She muttered softly, scrolling through photos of Bokuto with his teammates, on court, interview screenshots. Pictures of him shirtless and playing beach volleyball with his teammates. Other pictures with him dripping with sweat and his hair fallen down after particularly intense games.

She looked up his stats.

Height: 6’2.9”

Weight: 192lbs

Power: 5; Jumping: 4; Stamina: 5; Game sense: 3; Technique: 5; Speed: 4

“You hit the fucking jackpot you bitch!” She quietly cheered.

After her little late night detective work, Ami couldn’t go back to sleep. She was too excited. If she was going to get you mated once and for all she knew what she had to do.

Just like any case before, she had to make contact. Her technique would have to be different for this one however. Back in high school, first contact was always talking you up and getting the guy to even think of you as a possibility. So for Bokuto, contact meant she was going to have to coach him into mating you. It was probably going to prove difficult though. Your self worth isn’t where it used to be so he’s going to have to pull his weight in getting you to take him seriously as a dating option. Especially since strong Alphas always seemed out of your potential suitor criteria.

But to do that she was going to actually have to meet him.

And to do that…

Ami had pounced on you the second your alarm went off at 7am.

”Take me to work with you today!”

You groaned tiredly, “Noooo.”

”Please!”

”No. Don’t wanna… and get off,” you weakly wiggled, trying to get her off you.

”Not until you agree to take me to work with you!”

You sighed and groaned once more. Waking up more and more with each loud yell.

“Why would you even want to go? It’s gonna be boring for you.”

”I’d be more bored stuck here all day!”

”I’m not forcing you to stay inside idiot.”

”Yeah but you love your job and I want to see where you work!”

You finally opened your eyes, blinking away the sleep as the raspiness in your voice began to even out just slightly.

”I can’t just bring people to work whenever I want, what do you think this is?”

”You told me a while ago that sometimes one of their mates will come watch practice. So that means I can come and watch!”

You glared at her, “You’re gonna make me look bad.”

”I’ll make you look great!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down on you in excitement and rattling the whole bed, “Alphas love me!”

You rolled your eyes, finally sitting up and pushing her off you. She tumbled down onto the ground with a thud.

Mochi who had been on the ground, probably because she had shaken the whole bed when she first jumped on you, stuck her nose out to sniff her.

“No. I have a reputation there. A reputation that you have no business ruining.”

”And what reputation is that? Did you trick everyone into thinking you’re this serious work lady like you did in high school so they wouldn’t know how big of a baby you actually are?”

You scoffed, getting to your knees and looking down over the bed at her, “Baby!? You’re the baby!”

”Adults don’t have a bunch of anime dolls!” She exclaimed, accusingly pointing to your shelves of anime figures you had on display.

”Plenty of adults have those—“

“And what about when you threw a tantrum yesterday because I stole one bite of your dessert!”

“Shut up you loser!” You leapt off the bed and onto her, “It was mine anyway!” You exclaimed as she began wrestling back and tugging on your hair, making you yelp. You yanked her hair back and the two of you immediately stopped with the others hair in a tight grip.

”Take me!” She exclaimed, pulling your hair and causing you to yelp in pain again.

So you yanked hers back, causing her to let out a pained sound as well, “Never! You’re forbidden to step foot into my workplace!”

“You owe me!”

”How do I owe you!?”

“For all the times I’ve had to console you at like 5 am cause you were crying over a fucking movie!”

”You agreed to that!”

”I’ve also spent every Valentines Day with you for the past ten years just cause you didn’t want to feel lonely!”

The two of you fell silent, keeping each other in the others death grip.

Finally you caved, “God, FINE!”

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You stared out the window across from where you were seated on the train, glaring at the bright and sunny day. It’s as if it were mocking you as your sister tagged along with you happily seated next to you.

You could see it almost being comical to an onlooker to see you with the metaphorical storm cloud hanging over your head while your sister rocked side to side in joy and excitement with her usual giant grin.

And you knew people were looking… they were just looking at her though.

Because as usual your cute omega sister got dressed up in her usual attire consisting of a pretty blouse and skirt, paired with cute high heeled boots despite the fact that she’d just be sitting in a gym all day.

While you, in all your Beta glory, sat in your regular MSBY Black Jackals tracksuit. The uniform you wore when you’d be attending practice and not doing office work.

So it was no wonder your sister stole the show, even on a monotonous train ride to work.

The train had come to a stop and she had happily followed you off the train.

The moment the gymnasium had come into view you began laying down some ground rules.

”No embarrassing me, no fighting with me, you’re not allowed to just pounce on me out of no where because I will kill you. Stay away from the team, the coach, and the athletic trainers. You’re to stay by my side the entire time,” you shoved the door open, stepping foot into the hallway which lead to the gym, “These are my co-workers so no flirting—“

”Okay, okay. I got it mom. Sheesh, it’s like you forgot that I’m the older sister.” She rolled her eyes, trailing after you.

You stopped short right before the giant double doors, turning hastily towards her, “I’m serious Ami. These guys respect me, and I swear if you do anything to screw that up I’m locking you in the guest room until you die.”

She narrowed her eyes at you and the two of you stared at each other challengingly.

”…You have coffee breath,” she deadpanned.

You gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, “You are such a bitch!” You hissed, pushing the gym door open and shoving her through it before furiously looking through your bag for a breath mint.

The team must have still been in the locker room since no one was out yet besides the coach when you arrived.

”Ah, good morning Samson-san,” you greeted.

”Good morning!” He called back from the bench, looking at your sister in curiosity, “And who’s this?”

”This,” you gestured towards your sister, stopping beside the bench, “Is my sister Ami. She’s staying with me for a couple weeks and she was interested in watching practice— I hope this isn’t imposing on—“

”No, no, of course not,” he waved you off, “It’s nice to meet you Ami, are you a volleyball fan?”

”Thank you! You too!” She grinned cheerfully, “And of course! With all my sisters games I had to attend back in high school it’s kind of hard not to be,” she laughed.

Samson raised an eyebrow at this and looked at you, “I didn’t realize you used to play (Y/N).

Your eyes widened slightly, “Oh yeah— I only ever played casually though,” you tried to wave off.

”Casually!?” She exclaimed, glancing at you before looking back at Samson, “She bawled her eyes out when she found out she wouldn’t be going pro— Ouch!”

You stomped on her foot.

You laughed awkwardly and gripped your sisters wrist, “Don’t mind her. She doesn’t know half the things that come out her mouth.” You then tugged her along towards the bleachers.

Samson eyed the two of you curiously before looking down at his clipboard, “Interesting,” he muttered under his breath.

”What did I just tell you?” You seethed.

Ami rolled her eyes, yanking her wrist out of your hand, “So-rry for thinking the coach would have known the manager used to play volleyball.” She muttered sarcastically.

”And you don’t know the first thing about volleyball you liar.”

”That’s not true! I know um… I know libero!”

”You only know that word because that was my position,” you deadpanned.

”Whatever I still know it—“

She cut herself off as the men’s locker room door had swung open and the team started filing out into the gym.

You glanced at them before looking back at Ami, “Sit down,” you said, pushing her onto the bleachers, “And remember this is my job—“

”HEY, HEY, HEYYY.”

Your stomach dropped, “Oh come on.”

And just like that, one second you were looking at your sister and the next your feet were off the ground in one of Bokuto’s bone crushing hugs.

”Beta-chan! Are you staying for practice today!?”

“Yes, Bokuto-san. That’s why I’m in my tracksuit—“

Your sister’s eyes glowed as she stared at this interaction, completely blind to the group of Alphas staring and whispering about her instead.

”—Now put me down,” you ordered the large Alpha. To which he did with a frown. “Thirty push ups. Go. You know I’ve told you time and time again that you’re not allowed to ambush me like that.”

He was about to respond when the scent of an Omega reached his nose and… honestly you don’t think it ever took someone that long not to realize your sister was there.

”Who’s this?” He looked down at your sister with big, curious eyes.

“This is—“

”I’m Ami!” She exclaimed, jumping to her feet, “(Y/N)‘s sister!”

“Sister?” He grinned, “I didn’t know Miss Manager had a sister!”

She smiled at you teasingly, “Yeah, my little sister loves to keep her secrets. But you must be Bokuto-san, (Y/N) has told me so much about you!”

Bokuto’s eyes instantly lit up, ”She has!?”

”HAH!?” You yelled in shock, “I’m sorry, but I need a moment alone with Ami— go do your push ups.”

You gripped your sister’s wrist and dragged her outside the gym, the entire team watching the scene in shock.

“Whoa,” Hinata said in wonder, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Miss Manager so flustered.”

”Her sister has no bond mark!” Atsumu exclaimed, starting to run to the gym doors but being held back by Sakusa’s grip on the collar of his shirt.

”Leave her alone you stupid Alpha,” Sakusa muttered.

* * * *

After yelling at your sister and putting her in her place, things finally seemed to have returned to normal.

Your sister sat on the bleachers quietly while you helped Samson run practice and kept notes. You did your other usual tasks of providing water bottles, handing out towels, and providing encouragement throughout the day. Especially Bokuto as he always seemed to actively search out the praise more than the others.

Truth be told, practice had seemed to go by even better than usual… but you were also pretty sure they were all just trying to show off to the unmated Omega in the back.

You stared down at your clipboard, making sure you jotted down all the notes that Samson gave you during practice. Absentmindedly taking off your jacket and putting it beside you on the bench, you flipped over the page, eyes continuing to dance over the page.

Then your phone rang.

You picked it up and looked at the collar ID.

”Shit,” it was a sponsor. You looked over to Samson watching the team on the sidelines, “I have to take this, I’ll be right back.” You said, getting up and heading out of the gym while he just waved in acknowledgment.

Your sister watched curiously as you ran out of the gym, wondering if she should follow you.

However, after about two minutes, Samson called a lunch break.

You still hadn’t come back, so Ami continued to sit there in confusion as some of the others shuffled off into the locker room or went to their water bottles.

She found her eyes gravitating toward Bokuto as he not so subtly inched his way to the bench as he pretended to drink from his water bottle nonchalantly.

She narrowed her eyes as she watched him knick the jacket of your tracksuit and run off under the bleachers. Following his movements, she peeked through the rows of the bleachers. The view was obstructed but he very clearly was scenting the jacket.

That was when Ami knew that the Alpha courting you was hot… but also may not be the sharpest tool in the shed….

He was perfect for you.

Ami happily walked down the bleachers so she could go and confront the Alpha.

And just like she had been spying on him, Atsumu had been spying on her and found himself following from behind as she went under the bleachers as well.

She grinned deviously as she continued to watch Bokuto crouching down on the floor and furiously rubbing his wrists against the fabric of your jacket.

Aw, he’s even considerate. She thought to herself. Alphas typically would rub their faces and neck against a piece of fabric to scent it, but because he was covered in sweat from practice he only used his wrists.

He was so focused on scenting it that he didn’t even notice Ami until she jumped right in front of him.

She stood proudly, an accusing finger pointed his way as he looked up like a deer caught in the headlights.

”You!” She boldly exclaimed… almost a little too boldly for an Omega, “Are courting my sister!”

If Bokuto was any other Alpha he may have looked away in shame and embarrassment after having been caught doing something like this so blatantly… but this was Bokuto and shame and embarrassment weren’t exactly words that were in his dictionary.

”Has she noticed yet!?”

“…Huh?” She dropped her hand… he really didn’t seem to be shy about this whatsoever.

”Has (Y/N)-chan noticed I’ve been courting her!?” He reiterated. “She has right? I made sure to scent her other jacket a lot last week.”

She blinked dumbfounded, as he smiled so proudly of himself. “Well not exactly, but I was certainly able to smell it yesterday,” she crossed her arms, raising a brow, “Her entire closet damn well smells like you.”

Bokuto’s eyes only shined brighter and she could smell the certain notes in his scent smell even better as the news only made him happier.

“Don’t you understand that she’s a Beta?” She asked flatly, not being able to understand why he was trying to court you like an Omega. “She can’t smell you. She just thinks her jacket smells like a man.”

”That’s progress!”

”Progress?… How long have you been courting her?”

He looked to be counting on his fingers before he stated, “Nine months.”

”Nine months!” She hissed, Alphas tended to give up after a month when their courting efforts either went unnoticed or unreciprocated.

How in the hell did you manage to get an Alpha like this to fall head over fucking heels for you to try and court you for nine months and be more than happy with the fact that you’re only sort of noticing a scent lingering on you at this point.

”I don’t understand Bokuto-san, why haven’t you just asked out my sister yet?”

”That’s what I’ve been tellin’ him this whole fuckin’ time!”

Ami and Bokuto looked over to find Atsumu hiding by the entrance of the bleachers.

”She’s starting to notice though!” Bokuto called back as Atsumu finally made his way over to the two of them.

”Ya always say that but she’s never noticed!”

”He’s right,” Ami nodded, “She was completely drenched in your scent yesterday and she had no idea— and how did you even do that by only scenting her clothes?”

”To be fair he hugs her like every five seconds. She gives him penalties every time and he still does it,” he sweatdropped.

”And it’s worth it every time,” Bokuto beamed, now shoving his nose into the collar of your jacket.

”Do you have any shame Bokkun!” Atsumu snapped as he watched the Alpha do this openly in front of your sister.

”She smells good!”

Atsumu sweat dropped once more.

Ami rolled her eyes at their back and forth, “Okay, whatever,” she shook her head, “Forget everything your Alpha instincts have told you to do so far because I’m going to help you properly court a Beta.”

”And what do ya know about courtin’ Betas?” Atsumu asked challengingly.

”She’s my sister dumbass,” she deadpanned. “Now here,” Ami handed her phone to him, “Put your number in and I’ll text you a time and place for us to meet tonight. I’m going to tell you everything it is that you need to know about my sister so that you can properly woo her.”

Bokuto took the phone, staring at Ami in wonder as he digested each and every single word.

He’s been trying to find out more about you ever since he became interested and here Ami is willingly giving him everything he’s wanted and more.

”Kamisama?”

”No, but I’m not opposed to being called that,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Atsumu stared down at her, eyes glowing, “Ya have a mate?”

”Nope. And I’m not interested,” she replied sassily as she stalked out from under the bleachers but not before grabbing her phone from Bokuto.

Atsumu narrowed his eyes as she left, “Ohhh, I’m so goin’ to make her my mate.”

”And I’m gonna make her sister mine!”

* * * *

“Why are you staring at me?” You asked your sister.

You were in the middle of making dinner for the two of you tonight while she sat crouched in the corner of the kitchen, going from staring at you intently to furiously typing out things on her phone.

”Oh, no reason~” she lilted.

”Mhm,” you hummed, unconvinced. “And who are you texting?”

”A friend.”

You hummed again, “What vegetables do you want in the stir fry?”

”Oh, I’m not eating here.”

You snapped towards her, “What!? I’ve been cooking this whole time and you didn’t think to say anything sooner?”

She just shrugged, texting whatever to whoever.

”Where are you even going? You’re not from around here.”

She shrugged once more, “So!? I’m a girl with secrets. Let me live. I thought you had volleyball practice tonight anyway.”

You rolled your eyes. Seems like you’d have leftovers for tomorrow night. “It got cancelled,” you muttered, stirring your ingredients for your stir fry on the stove. You had taken up doing volleyball on a local women’s team. It was extremely casual, you guessed it was because they were all Omegas. Back in high school the team you were on had an impressive amount of female Alphas, despite the fact that they were pretty rare. So the team you were on now was no where near as fun but at least you still got to play. “Captain went into heat,” you muttered.

”Ugh,” your sister shivered, “Don’t remind me, my heat’s supposed to be coming up soon.” You snickered at her. “By the way, what does the team have to do for ruts?” She asked, still typing away.

”They’re all on a scheduled medication that suppresses their ruts.”

”But I thought that was dangerous?”

”It is. That’s why on the off season they all go off of it— I’ve overheard some horror stories about it from them.”

”That’s crazy! What does it do to them!?”

You shrugged, tasting the dish you were preparing. “I don’t really know the details. I just know that they’ll go through a longer rut period and apparently it’s like really fucking violent.”

”Whoa… like more than it’s supposed to be?”

You turned back around to face her, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter. You wore a tank top that rode up slightly, so you could feel the cool countertop dig into your skin.

You sighed, inhaling the savory scent of your cooking, “I think? It’s pretty scary to think— they’re all so big and really fucking strong.”

”Yeah like Bokuto!” She yelped, finding her opening to talk about him and taking it.

“I was actually thinking more about Joffe— y’know that guy is fucking 7’2”—“

”Yeah but what about Bokuto—?”

”You like Bokuto or something?” You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to pin her with your stare. You weren’t stupid, you knew what she was trying to do. But if you gave her an inch she’d take a mile.

”No, you dummy!”

You waved her off, “Yeah, whatever, like Bokuto.” You turned back to the stove, “When are you leaving?”

She looked down at her phone, “Oh crap! I was supposed to leave like ten minutes ago!” She jumped to her feet.

You watched her scramble and trip over her own feet as she got ready and then ran out the door without so much as a goodbye.

You rolled your eyes.

”Omegas.”

* * * *

Bokuto sat in the dim, tight booth. It was quite the comedic sight to see such a large man squeezing himself in such a tight space… what was even funnier was the fact he was even squished between two other professional athletes as Atsumu and Hinata sat on either side of him.

Sakusa was invited to join as well but after finding out what it was for he nearly rolled his eyes so far back into his skull he almost had to go to the hospital.

“Will ya stop fidgeting!” Atsumu barked.

”Is she here yet!?” Bokuto yelled, trying to lean past Atsumu to look out the window of the bar.

”Like the last ten times ya asked, no!”

”Do you think her sister’s gonna come to practice tomorrow too?” Hinata asked.

”I already called dibs!” Atsumu snapped.

Just then the little bell above the door rang, and the three Alphas were suddenly all leaning in one direction to see who it was.

”She’s here!” Hinata exclaimed.

And sure enough there was the cute little Omega they had all met earlier that day.

Bokuto and Atsumu tried standing up so fast they banged their knees against the table from underneath, causing a loud bang and the other patrons of the restaurant to stare at them.

Ami paid it no mind and slid into the other side of the booth across from them.

“Hello stupid little Alphas!”

”Little!?” Hinata yelped.

”Stupid!?” Atsumu echoed.

”Why are they here?” Ami asked Bokuto, pointing at Hinata and Atsumu.

”They’re my wingmen!”

”Wingmen?” Ami asked, scandalized, “What do you need them for? You already have me!”

”He needs an Alpha’s opinion,” Atsumu boldly claimed.

”Why? Cause you guys have helped him so much these past nine months?” She asked sarcastically.

”Hey, they would already be poppin’ out babies if Bokkun just listened to me.”

Ami rolled her eyes, “Uh-huh, anywaysss. Nine months, really?” She questioned looking straight at Bokuto. “I love my sister, I really do. But I’ve never met an Alpha that spent more that two months at the most before giving up on a courtship. And those were with Omegas. So…” She paused, “Why exactly do you like her so much?”

Atsumu scoffed, “We’ve been tryin’ to get that outta him for months now— he won’t tell us.”

”It’s between me and (Y/N),” Bokuto grinned.

Ami furrowed her eyebrows, “Did something happen between you guys?”

”Yes—“

”No,” Atsumu finished, he looked at Bokuto, “Ya keep sayin’ that but ya’ve never been alone with her. How did somethin’ happen without the rest of the team knowin’ then?”

”Okay, I’m asking the questions,” Ami muttered annoyed, “And I’m not asking you Atsumu, I’m asking Bokuto.” She looked at Bokuto, “Now, what happened?”

”I can’t say,” he answered, “It’s only between me and (Y/N).”

Ami stared him down for a moment as she thought. Now if she knew her sister she knew that she’d be the first person she’d tell if you had any sort of romantic event happen to you.

“Are you sure? Cause I don’t even think she knows there’s something between you two.”

”If I say then it’s not special anymore,” he said with a frown now. “And of course she knows— it was very intimate.”

If Ami had been drinking something at that moment she knew it would have been all over the Alphas at that moment.

”Intimate? Are we talking about the same woman?” Then it dawned on her, “Bokuto. She’s a Beta, she doesn’t understand the same intimacies between Alphas and Omegas. Now what happened? I need to know if I’m gonna get you two together.”

Bokuto sunk into his seat, staring down at the table. Clearly upset at the fact that he may have misinterpreted what he thought was an intimate moment— but he knew it had to be.

”Alright,” He finally relented. “Last game of last season.”

Both Atsumu and Hinata screwed up their faces in thought, “Last game…?” Hinata started, “Wait it wasn’t when—“

“Bokuto!” Atsumu suddenly hissed, the name slightly foreign as he never called his friend by his last name anymore.

”What!? What happened!?” Ami yelped. Now she had to know.

”Coach has (Y/N) bring some of her t-shirts to games—“

”Cause of the whole calmin’ thing Betas have—“

”Let Bokuto speak,” Ami hissed at him, making him shut his mouth.

”Yeah, cause of that. When games are getting really rough we’ll be sent out and (Y/N) will give us a t-shirt to scent to cool our heads and during our last game I wasn’t doing so well and we already lost a set— the spiker on the other side kept taunting me too so Coach sent me off the court. I was getting a bit worked up—”

Atsumu scoffed, “A bit? You almost went feral.”

Ami ignored Atsumu and watched Bokuto curiously as his cheeks started to tinge pink, “Anyway, I went into the locker room and waited for her to drop off a shirt or jacket or something but she ended up walking in instead. She said she forgot the bag she usually brings and she didn’t have anything on her that she could give me so…”

Understanding seemed to flood Ami’s features, “You scented her.”

Bokuto nodded, face and neck a bright pink now as he recollected the memory. He stared down at the table, fingertips tracing the swirls in the wood. “Her scent was different that close. Like the rest of the guys, I just thought of her as our manager and that was it— but when she was that close I could smell every single note of her scent and every fluctuation. It was subtle but I couldn’t get enough— it was unlike any Omega I had ever scented before.” he suddenly slammed his hand down on the table, looking Ami straight in the eye. “That was when I decided I’d make her my mate.”

Ami stared at him in wonder. Bokuto seemed so determined and so passionate about you it even made her own heart flutter. She also realized you must have been so fucking dense to not have noticed Bokuto nearly drooling over you every day.

She grinned. “When I’m done working my magic, she definitely will become your mate.”

”How could ya not have told any of us that ya actually scented our manager?” Atsumu rhetorically asked as he tried to mentally work through how Bokuto, who was the worst at keeping things to himself, actually managed to keep something this big. But regardless, Atsumu looked back at Ami again, “So how are ya plannin’ on gettin’ them together? No offense, but yer sister is the most oblivious person I’ve ever met— and that’s really saying somethin’— Ow!” He hissed, grabbing the back of his head as Bokuto just smacked him.

Ami ignored their antics, “Easy! Basically Bokuto’s been going about this the entirely wrong way. Your instincts keep telling you to court (Y/N) as if she was an Omega. Honestly just by changing a few things and courting her properly as a Beta, you’ll see she’s going to be very receptive.”

”How are ya so sure? Bokkun doesn’t exactly seem like her type—“ Atsumu suddenly caught Bokuto’s hand from smacking him again, “Will ya stop hittin’ me! I’m just tellin’ the truth!”

”What do you mean?”

”Well (Y/N) is very… professional. And Bokkun isn’t a very serious person.”

”Do you really know nothing about her? She’s been working with you guys for a while hasn’t she?”

”Yeah! But she never comes to our parties or dinners— she never even goes to the team bondings. She doesn’t exist on social media and all she does is talk about work— we didn’t even know she had a sister! Especially an Omega sister!” Hinata exclaimed.

Atsumu nodded in agreement, “We thought her entire family would be Beta’s.”

Ami scoffed out a laugh, “You guys got it all wrong. We come from an extremely traditional family.”

”How traditional?” Bokuto asked, realizing he was about to learn more about you than he was ever able to from you. He leaned forward excitedly.

”Our mom is an Omega, dad an Alpha. We have two older twin brothers who are Alpha’s, then it’s me, then her, and we have a younger Omega sister in college right now.”

”I’m a twin.”

Ami rolled her eyes and ignored Atsumu. “So it was a pretty big deal when she presented as Beta.”

”What happened when she presented?” Bokuto asked, eyes shining.

”Well…” She trailed off, thinking back to the day and the months after you had presented. At the time you were thirteen and she was fourteen and had already presented as an Omega. “She kind of isolated herself from everyone,” Bokuto’s face immediately fell at that, “She used to be pretty popular and had a lot of friends. Mom, dad, and the twin’s doted on her like crazy— they doted on me and our younger sister a lot too. But when she presented everyone kinda… pulled back.” Ami’s gaze was trained on the table now, “None of us expected it and we didn’t really know how to treat her, the Alpha’s in the family didn’t think she’d need the protection anymore so they focused more on me and our youngest sister. I never really thought about it but I think she was in a lot of pain around that time. She lost all her friends and barely spoke to us but I think we all figured it was just cause she was a teenager, and I was already dealing with my own problems.” Ami looked back up, meeting Bokuto’s crestfallen gaze.

”Is that why she never hangs out or talks to us outside of work?” Bokuto asked sadly.

”I guess so. She did the same thing in high school and college, I just hoped she would learn to connect more with people now that she had her career,” a soft smile caressed her lips, “But that’s okay because things are gonna change now, thanks to you!”

And just like that Bokuto lit up again.

”Now,” Ami leaned forward, hands flat on the table, “The first thing you need to know about (Y/N) is that the front that she has put up is a total lie.” The three Alpha’s listened with rapt attention, “She’s very good and professional when it comes to work but she is much more playful and fun than she let’s on, and also she is the biggest hopeless romantic that I have ever met.”

”REALLY!?” Bokuto jumped in his seat.

”Hah?” Both Atsumu and Hinata gasped, dripping in disbelief.

But Ami only nodded enthusiastically, “Yup! She’s in love with love. I’m pretty sure she’s watched a romantic comedy every single day of her life. She’s totally addicted to it. That’s probably why she took the Beta thing so hard— she’s convinced she’s gonna die alone,” she simply shrugged.

”Die alone!?” Bokuto looked taken aback, “But (Y/N)-chan is amazing! And she’s so beautiful! There had to be one person that liked her.”

”Nope,” Ami said, popping the ‘p’, “I tried setting her up many times but no one was ever interested. They all said she was just a boring Beta. She’s probably been rejected over 30 times… then there was that last time of course and she completely gave up on dating.”

A silence fell between the group as Ami watched Bokuto digest this new information.

Hearing the truth of how hopeless you seemed to be in love and the fact that it was something you dreamed about, hurt him. Truthfully, Bokuto looked up to you as the team’s strong and determined manager— nothing ever seemed to get in your way when you wanted to get something done. To hear how much you were hurting inside just because of your presentation which you couldn’t change, only made him want to be your Alpha that much more. That way he could protect you and take care of you the way you secretly wanted to be cared for.

Atsumu leaned his face against his hand, elbow pressed against the table as he digested the new information as well. “What kind of Alpha?”

“He was a pretty scary guy, honestly,” Ami muttered thinking back to high school, “You guys might know him— he’s a pro volleyball player too. Have you heard of Ushiwaka?”

Hinata almost fell out of his seat while Atsumu’s arm nearly slipped off the table as all three pairs of their eyes widened in unison, “Ushijima!?” Bokuto exclaimed, “Well I’m better than him!”

”She got rejected by Ushijima Wakatoshi— that asshole?” Atsumu said.

”I didn’t know miss manager knew Ushiwaka?” Hinata said.

”Oh you do know him then!”

”Well yeah,” Atsumu hissed.

”She went to Shiratorizawa?” Bokuto now asked.

”Yeah, my whole family did. Our parents are real hard-asses y’know? We could only go to the best of the best—“

”Fukurodani is better,” Bokuto muttered, now wondering how things might have went if you went there instead of Shiratorizawa.

”Yeah she actually looked there, but not only were Shiratorizawa’s academics a bit better their girl’s volleyball team was much more renowned than Fukurodani’s.”

”(Y/N) PLAYS VOLLEYBALL!!??” The three men yelled loudly, once again drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

”Yes,” Ami hissed in annoyance, “And can you two keep it down— anyway, she was one of the top female libero’s in Japan, she had dreams about going pro but all the pro volleyball leagues always choose Alpha’s. So when that dream got crushed she studied business and sport’s management so she could still be involved with volleyball.“ She tapped her chin and looked up, wracking her brain for any other useful facts about you, “Oh— she’s also pretty into fitness. Takes Pilates classes almost everyday,” she snorted, “She’s also on a local women’s volleyball team and she also likes taking pole dancing classes—“

”(Y/N) is a stripper!?” Atsumu exclaimed.

Ami scowled, “No, idiot. She does it for exercise, she even had a pole installed in her room.”

Atsumu looked to Bokuto, “I’m suddenly not judging your taste in women anymore.”

Bokuto’s eyes sparkled in admiration— he could practically feel himself falling for you harder the more Ami divulged things about you.

Bokuto suddenly slapped a hand down on the table, “How do I court her!?”

Ami smiled gleefully at the question, “Right. Let’s get into that now. Now Bokuto, as long as you listen to every word I say, I bet you’ll have (Y/N) wrapped around your finger by the end of the week—“

Atsumu scoffed, “It can’t be that easy—“

”Oh yes it can,” she had a devious look on her face, “Betas, as I’m sure you can tell, can’t pick up on Alpha or Omega courting cues. It goes right over their heads. And I know this because I spent many late nights on dating forums about both Alphas and Omegas who had tried courting a Beta in their life. It’s strange but they literally cannot pick up your intentions when you give them the typical courting gifts— I’m assuming you’ve been sticking with practical things such as socks or toothbrushes, or like full meals or whatever?”

He nodded quickly, “Yes, she’s accepted 54 of my gifts and rejected 45– are you sure she isn’t starting to pick up on my hints?” He asked eagerly, leaning forward in his seat.

”Hints?” Atsumu asked with a roll of his eyes, “More like flashing, neon signs.”

Ami sweat dropped, “Oh you are so very weird Bokuto— thank you for coming into my sister’s life. But no, she has no idea— well she might have an inkling now since I told her you were courting her.”

”You did!? What did she say!?”

”Wellll, she doesn’t really believe me and told me to drop the subject but she did get flustered so it looks like you have a very good shot.” She answered, “But anyway. On a biological level, Alphas give those gifts to Omegas to signal that they want to provide and take care of that Omega. But Betas don’t need to be taken care of in the same way. Alphas also give meals to Omegas because they subconsciously want them to have energy for heats and ruts that are spent together but once again, heats and ruts aren’t coded into Beta instincts—“

”I thought Beta’s didn’t have instincts?” Atsumu asked.

”No they do. They’re just different but I’ll get into that later. First let’s talk about the kinds of gifts that you should be giving her.”

Bokuto hung onto every single word that fell from her lips, leaning in even more, making the table dig into his pecs.

”Betas are big on their interests and hobbies, if you want to actually connect with one, you need to show an interest in the things they like. That shows that you’re interested in them and actually care about the things they care about.

”And as I said she’s big into fitness and women’s volleyball, she loves watching rom coms, she’s a big anime fan, what else… Oh! She’s obsessed with her cat ‘Mochi’— oh that’s another thing!” She exclaimed, “Beta’s have major sweet tooth’s, so instead of giving her lunches or dinners give her sweets. And if you give her homemade sweets she will literally be putty in your hands.”

”That’s if she even accepts it,” Atsumu remarked.

”Oh she will. I have never seen that girl not accept a sweet. Trust me, her sweet tooth will even trump her professionalism. I’ll text you a list of more specific things she likes as well as her favorite sweets.” She said, pulling out her phone and beginning to type out a list, “Spend some time thinking about the gifts, thoughtful gifts of something she likes is a sure sign for her to realize you’re into her.”

Ami sent the list, “I’ll send you more later tonight as I think of things. I think the last thing you need to know is she’s really receptive to acts of service. Now she will refuse at first and insist that she’s got whatever it is covered, but she’s lying. She’s very independent but she likes to feel like she’s being thought of or taken care of. Even if you just start with offering your help in any way, I’m sure that’ll be fine. Ya got all that?”

Bokuto nodded eagerly, “When do I scent her?”

Hinata, Atsumu, and Ami all groaned in frustration.

”Bokuto,” Ami hissed, “Scenting. Is. Not. Courting.” She said slowly. “Scenting her is completely one sided in this relationship, understand?”

Bokuto frowned, “…Yes… but all those other things will let her know I’m courting her?”

“One hundred percent,” she grinned, “Oh and don’t give her these things in front of a crowd. She’s a very private person, if you want to see her professional side crumble then give her these gifts in private.”

”Okay!” Bokuto nodded eagerly.

”Aw,” Atsumu whined, “I was hopin’ I’d get a front row seat to this fiasco— how’s he even gonna know it’s workin’?”

”Oh he’ll know!” She yelled, “Getting her speechless and flustered is a great sign, especially because she prides herself on her professionalism. But that leads me into her instincts I mentioned before.”

Bokuto leaned in even more— and Atsumu did as well, both interested in hearing what a Beta’s instincts were.

”Beta’s are known to be calm and collected however when they’re around friends and family that they are close to they’ll be a lot more playful. It might take some time but you’ll know you’re close when she starts to try play fighting you or getting nippy.”

”Nippy?” Bokuto asked.

”Uh-huh,” she nodded, “Do you tackle her like you did earlier today often?”

”Everyday,” Atsumu groaned.

”Good! She probably likes that— though I’m sure she’d never admit it. So that can stay the same— honestly that was probably the only thing you were getting right.”

”So I did do something right!”

”Yup! And now one final piece of advice,” Bokuto leaned in even more, “I hate to admit it but Atsumu was right. Just come out and tell her that you have been courting her and you’d like to be in a relationship with her. She can be very dense so if you do that on top of everything I told you, she’ll be yours. Now I think that’s all the wisdom I can impart for now,” she finally said, standing up from her seat. “Do you guys have practice tomorrow?”

”Yes-!”

”Are you coming again!?” Hinata quickly cut Bokuto off, climbing to his feet as well.

”I think so! Just to make sure Bokuto doesn’t screw anything up.”

”Hey!”

”I’ll walk ya back home— it’s dangerous this time of night!” Atsumu exclaimed, scrambling from the booth and pulling Ami along with him.

”I can walk you too!” Hinata chirped and ran after the two, leaving Bokuto alone in the booth.

Bokuto’s smile never left his face, not even when their waiter had given him the check that he had to pay himself.

He had some planning… and baking to do that night.

* * * *

Part 3

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