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authoressofdarkness · 3 years ago

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I saw that you're taking prompts, from the dialogue list. Can I get number 20? “I’ve never had someone taking care of me before.” for starker obviously. I'm excited, I love reading your works. Thank you in advance!

Hi anon! That means so much to me and I’m v glad to be taking this as my first prompt. Thank you 💙

I kinda want to try some new things with some of these prompts, so I’m gonna go at this with omega Tony and alpha Peter and see where it goes. I hope that’s okay with you anon and that everyone likes it 😘

Same age college AU, omegaverse, alpha Peter Parker, omega Tony Stark, some angst and some fluff at the end.

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It’s a well known fact that Tony Stark has a shitty family.

Well, at least to anyone who knows him, it is. They know how he’ll do anything to not be at home when his father is around, to get out of the endless pressures of social events and promotional things and questions of mating and management and all of the things that he hated about being born an omega and being attached to the last name Stark to top it all off—

For years, it was just him. Some flings, mainly to piss his father off, but he never had his attention for longer than the time it took to scold him or order him around, and his mother was never much help, either. He had precious few friends growing up, never really made any real ones until college when he met Rhodey and Pepper — an alpha and a beta respectively that helped him manage things there and that were the first people to truly understand the depths of struggles he had going on at home.

And they were great friends, still are, but there was never anything more there between them. They helped him float through the first year of school, and then—

And then came Peter Parker.

Tony doesn’t hate all alphas on principle, although he is often rather tempted to try to, what with how they were shoved in his face most of his life. They were great for a good fling but most of them were meatheads. As horny as Tony was, he couldn’t allow just anyone to be close to him, nothing too get to serious, because he’s got a lot of responsibility coming down to him and he needs the right partner — alpha or otherwise — to be willing to deal with that. Not that he’s particularly interested in mating right now but he also isn’t going to allow someone close enough to potentially mark him knowing the repercussions of that.

He’s the heir to Stark Industries, sure, but he’s still an omega. An alpha will have significant legal power over him once they’re mated. And he wants to be the one to run SI, to take on his legacy, to build, to create, and to run his business, and he’s not going to let anyone stop him, even if that means flings forever.

(Not that that’s legally going to fly because he can’t take over until he’s considered qualified which implies a certain amount of stability that translates into having an alpha that’s more than just a fuck buddy but—)

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters after he meets Peter.

Peter is a year younger than him in school, technically, but biologically they’re the same age. Peter just started a bit later than most — and for good reasons, as Tony comes to find out.

He’s in one of Tony’s engineering classes and his organic chemistry class and the omega would be lying if he said he wasn’t immediately taken with him.

He can’t help it. Peter is cute, with his overgrown curls and slim form and silky skin and shy little smile and—

The other man is all alpha, there’s no doubt about it. He exudes it without even trying, but there’s a shyness to him, too. He’s not a meathead; he’s a sweetheart. From day one he’s respectful of Tony in class, kind when he sees him around campus, and that makes them the perfect lab partners in chemistry, and after knowing that, it’s just the natural choice for them to partner for the project in engineering and then—

Then things spiral, and Tony doesn’t even care.

He’s seeking the alpha’s attention, and Peter, the innocent, shy thing he is, is happy to give, to dote on Tony in ways that he would resist if they were coming from anyone else.

They’re not even fucking, but it’s intimate, so intimate that he can’t even explain it, and he loves it, scarily so. It both soothes and sets all his instincts on edge at the same time.

By mid semester they both have keys to come and go freely from each other’s rooms. It’s more common to see them together than it is to ever spot one of them out alone. The whole school probably thinks they’re a couple, and even though they’ve never made it official — and he’s never allowed himself to even come close to considering it before — Tony can’t bring himself to mind.

As midterms approach, though, Tony locks himself in to focus on his work. He doesn’t mean to, really; it’s just that hours studying slip into full nights and then he hasn’t eaten and he hasn’t left the room, even missing one of his classes because he doesn’t realize the time.

Peter hasn’t come by in days and except for the occasional check in text, Tony hasn’t heard from him, either. But they’re both busy with midterms so he really isn’t surprised. In fact he barely has time to eat, let alone check his phone, so even if he was texting him regularly Tony probably wouldn’t be answering.

Except mid terms or no, of course Peter notices when Tony misses class. And when his texts go unanswered by the absorbed omega, he doesn’t hesitate to show up and let himself in.

Tony doesn’t even realize anyone is there until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps so hard he nearly knocks the chair back, and when he turns around he sees Peter, stepping back and holding his hands up in the universal “I surrender” gesture, clearly not having meant to startle him.

“I’m sorry, I knocked but you didn’t answer so I let myself in. I just— you weren’t in class, and I was worried… are you okay? When was the last time you ate?” It takes all of two seconds for Peter’s sheepishness to melt into concern, and he steps forward again, closing the distance between them to tilt Tony’s chin up, looking at the shadow stretching across his jaw where he hasn’t shaved in a few days. “You’ve lost weight,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over Tony’s cheekbone tenderly — which, yeah, is definitely more prominent than it was at the beginning of the week.

Tony’s eyes flutter and he leans into the touch for a moment before refocusing and shaking it off. “I’m fine. This is normal, Peter. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?” Peter raises an eyebrow. “Do you even know what day it is?”

“It’s Saturday—“

“It’s Monday, Tony. 1pm on Monday, at that. You missed engineering this morning and you haven’t answered my texts all weekend.” Surprise flits across Tony’s face at that, because — yeah, last time he checked it was Saturday, and he had no new texts from Peter, so— “When was the last time you ate?” Peter continues to prod, voice gentle but insistent.

Both aspects only serve to spark irritation in him, though. Tony bats Peter’s hand away from his face, frowning. He doesn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. “I ate a little while ago. I’m fine.”

“You don’t even know what day it is—“

“It all kind of blurs together when you’re not doing anything besides working, okay—“

“Two days is a lot of blur, Tony—“

“And just because I need a shave doesn’t mean I haven’t left my desk or that this isn’t totally normal for midterms—“

“You’re the one saying you haven’t left your desk, not me—“

“That’s not what I meant! I’m just saying—“

“I’m just saying you need to take a short break, it’s not that big of a deal—“

“I don’t need a break, I know my limits—“

“Tony, I really don’t think—“

“Jesus fucking— You’re not my alpha, Parker, would you fuck off?”

The words come out before he can stop them, and he flinched himself at the hurt on Peter’s face, the way the alpha physically recoils, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’m not— god, I know that, okay? I’m just trying to help you, Tony. Please, this isn’t sustainable. You need to eat. Just— let me find you something, and then I’ll leave, okay?”

Leave? No, he doesn’t want him to leave. But the only thing that comes out is a quiet “whatever,” and he watches Peter escape to the kitchen with a ball of guilt growing in his chest.

Peter is just trying to help. He likes Peter and he doesn’t want him to leave, he just— he panics, and then he snaps.

Because what if Peter wants more? What if he really likes him? And Tony is a fuck up that does shit like this when he feels emotions and has so much baggage attached to being with him and—

And Peter knows that, at least some of it. It’s been a few months of seeing each other nearly every day, now, and his family situation was never a secret.

So why is he still here? Oh god, did Tony just ruin it?

The thought, for reasons that he’s refusing to immediately think about, is almost too much to bear. He stands up, fumbling his way out of the chair and into the kitchen.

The smell hits him almost as soon as he enters, and he sucks in a deep breath. His traitorous stomach growls, loud and demanding.

Soup bubbles on the stove as Peter works at the counter, chopping up some fruits and vegetables. He’s already managed to put a few little storage containers of food together for him, and something in Tony’s gut feels warm at the sight. But it also drops — preparing premade meals most certainly means that Peter isn’t intending to come back.

He looks up when Tony enters, expression wary. “The soup was the quickest thing you had, and since I had to be here for as long as it takes to boil anyway I thought I would just—“

“Peter.” His own voice sounds remarkable calm for how shaky he suddenly feels, lurching towards the alpha at the countertop. “It’s okay. I… thank you, for this. I’m sorry.”

Peter looks taken aback by the apology. “Tony, you don’t have to apologize. You’re right; I’m not your alpha and it’s not my place to give you orders. I just… I care about you, okay? I just want to help. I know you don’t think about me that way, and I’m sorry I overstepped, but—“

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” The words draw Peter up short.

Tony takes a breath, looking down. He focuses on the alpha’s hands, watching him chop instead of looking at his face. It’s easier. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t think of you that way. The problem is… that I do. And I… I’m not used to this. I’ve never had someone take care of me before. Not really, not in any way that mattered. And what I feel for you… it scares me.” He takes a little breath again, looking down at his own hands. “I want you to be my alpha, Peter. But I’m not really a good omega, and I just have so much shit that comes along with being with me. The thought of asking you to do that… what that could do to us… I just don’t think I could handle that.”

He hears the knife ting against the countertop as Peter sets it down, and the pitter patter of footsteps as the alpha crosses the room. He’s suddenly being drawn into a pair of lanky but surprisingly strong arms, surrounded by the musky, relaxing scent of alpha, and he practically melts into it, nestling his nose into the spot between the collar of Peter’s sweatshirt and his throat almost automatically.

Peter’s hand running up and down his back is soothing, relaxing him the rest of the way, and the press of the alpha’s chin against his head is just the perfect weight to be comfortable, reassuring.

“Tony… I’m not an idiot,” he says gently. “I know who you are. What you’ve done, where you came from, what’s expected of you — and yeah, I’m sure there’s more that you haven’t told me and that’s not public, but— I get why this is a struggle for you, and why you feel the need to put so much pressure on yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you for that and it is most definitely not your own fault that you’re not used to being taken care of. And you’ve no idea how badly or how long I’ve wanted to be your alpha.” He pulls back a little to look down at him, fingers scratching Tony’s scalp gently as he works his fingers through his hair. “But that doesn’t mean that this kind of behavior — towards yourself or others — is good or acceptable. It’s okay to let me take care of you — at least in small ways. I know you’re scared of losing your independence, but that’s not what I want for you, either. I just want to help.”

“Help,” Tony echoes, eyes drifting to the pan on the stove and then back to Peter. “I… I think I’d like that.” He bites his lip, looking up at him. They’re about the same size and height, but this close, wrapped in the alpha’s arms and scent, with his steady gaze on him, he can’t help but feel small by comparison. “You really want to be my alpha?”

“Only if you want me to be, but…” Peter looks down at him and cracks his shy little smile. “I’d like to try, if you’d let me.”

“I’d like that,” Tony admits. He shifts to press up against him, putting a hand on his chest. “I’d also really like it if you’d kiss me.”

Peter looks a little surprised, but not unpleasantly. Still, he shakes his head, giving him a little push back. “Tony, you didn’t even know what day it was. God knows when the last time you brushed your teeth is. No offense, but… ew.”

Tony just laughs a little, unable to help himself. “If I brush my teeth…?”

“Maybe. If you eat your food as well.” Peter moves back to the counter, finishing up the container he was working on. “We can’t be doing anything that’s going to burn you extra calories when you don’t have enough to begin with, hm?”

Tony finds himself grinning. “That’s an argument I can get behind. Literally and metaphorically.”

Peter flashes a grin in return, voice back to that gentle but insistent tone that he knows so well when he says, “Go, Tony.”

And for once, Tony is all too happy to obey.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #prompting #my prompts #my writing #kris talks #kris answers #omega tony stark #alpha peter parker #starker omegaverse #fluff

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rofics · 8 years ago

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Hidden Omega (Part 40)

Fandom: Bts (Got7 + Big Bang + B.A.P + Monsta X + Seventeen + Block B+Vixx+TVXQ+Exo) Who doesn’t love a good ensemb Pairing: Namjoon x Everybody Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst Au: Canon / Omegaverse au Length: 3.7k Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39

Summary:

And this is why Yugyeom should maybe not be allowed near Jungkook

To say that Namjoon was confused about what was going on was to put it mildly. He had no idea what he had actually signed up for. He had somehow gotten caught up in hiding Jaebum’s planner with BamBam without even knowing how he got here.

The most realistic answer would probably be that he was just in general weak for BamBam and he never really had much control over what he was doing when it came to the younger omega. The real question was why the two Got7 omegas were acting like this, it made no sense to Namjoon. It was like there was something going on that he didn’t know about.

Luckily Jinyoung ended up pulling him to the side only a few hours into the ‘game’. Namjoon was worried that he had failed his fellow omegas and had given them away. But mostly Jinyoung just looked like he wanted to sigh. “Do you know what a half is?”

Namjoon felt Jinyoung was being a little insulting of his intelligence and put on his best posh voice. “A half is an equal dividend something, 50 percent, what you have after you cut something over in the middle.”

Jinyoung ended up actually sighing at that point. “I know that, I know you aren’t in first grade, I mean a half heat?”

The taller of the two frowned a little trying to search through his memories to find any mention of half heats, but he came up blank. “No I don’t think so.”

“Don’t feel to bad about it, very few omegas still get them, and especially in kpop groups where there is in general more beta and alphas than omegas. A long long time ago half heats were a biological trait that helped omegas get the attention of alphas and betas even when they weren’t in heat. It was to help them stay more competitive to who would be bred during a heat.” Jinyoung explained with a light smile and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing when he saw Namjoon’s features scowl up at the word ‘bred’. “I know, bad word choice, but that is what BamBam is having at the moment.”

That lead Namjoon to be even more confused. “But you said that it was about attention from both alphas and betas why are they leaving you guys out then?” He started to feel bad, betas were important to!

Jinyoung again just laughed under his breath leaning up to pat Namjoon softly on the hair. “You are really just a softie aren’t you? They aren’t leaving us out. Youngjae joined them many times in the game and I have straight up made it known that I want no part in this. Since I can’t stand when my things go missing and I am not whipped enough that I will let them get away with it. I do love them all I really do, but I am not so weak and I will not let them get away with anything with cute puppy eyes like certain alphas.”

Namjoon just stood there for a second thinking over all the information he had just been told trying to digest it. “Mark can’t be having his half heat as well, it is way too early, he just had his heat.”

“Mark doesn’t get half heats, but since it is no longer about competing to get bred it has more or less turned into a game of getting all the attention. Mark joins in sometimes, neither him nor Youngjae joins in every time. Both of them need time for themselves sometimes. BamBam is probably happy that you are here now so you can hopefully join him since Mark seems to feel it as well.” Jinyoung had gone back to chopping vegetables, and while Namjoon wanted to help he knew that he would probably just do more damage than he would help so he just looked at the beta while he did it.

“Is it really okay that I join them?” He kinda… liked the idea a little. He had no idea why, he never before saw himself as somebody who craved people’s attention on him.

Then he thought over what Doctor Choi had said to him, he was making up for 4 years of his needs not being met. Maybe it was normal for him to like the idea of having people attention on him! Maybe he didn’t have to feel bad about it, maybe he could accept it and be happy about it. Jinyoung seemed to agree with him as he put the knife down to stand in front of Namjoon.

While Namjoon didn’t tower over him like he did people, such as Jackson, there was clearly still a decent height difference between them. It didn’t stop Jinyoung from reaching up and squishing Namjoon’s cheeks together the best he could.

So okay with Namjoon still being under weight it wasn’t extremely successful, but it still kinda had an effect making Namjoon look cutely confused. “Of course it is okay for you to join them Namjoon, you are an omega and at this point of this time you are spending here is to see if you fit into the pack here, and this is one of the things you will have to live with. So I am actually happy that you are going to join them, it lets you test if it is actually something you really want.”

“Aren’t you supposed to try to and only show me the brightest points to convince me to join?” Namjoon’s voice was a little slurred since Jinyoung was still pressing his cheeks together. It was meant as a joke, but Jinyoung’s facial expression turned very serious.

“Please don’t ever think that, we all have… Every pack that is courting you, agreed that we are going to show you the reality of being in our pack and not sugar coat it. While we all want you to join us, we also want you to be happy. If we only showed you what we found to be the best point of our pack and then 2 years in you saw what it really was and wanted to leave… that would hurt all of us including you and we could have avoided that hurt if we had all told you the truth.”

Namjoon had never thought about the fact that they had all talked about this without him, it made sense of course. He just never thought himself as an interesting enough topic for them to talk about. He also… He was thankful for how much they all seemed to care for him, it was so hard to explain. They all seemed to care more about him than he cared about himself, which that was a new feeling for Namjoon. He did the only thing he could he pulled Jinyoung close in a hug letting the betas calming scent fall over him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Jinyoung mumbled into the taller boy’s shoulder, not really sure what was going on.

“For caring even when I myself struggle to do it.” It was the first time Namjoon had admitted out loud that his mind wasn’t always fighting for him. While Jinyoung of course knew of Namjoon’s struggles, he hoped that admitting it like this out would be a turning point for them, that it meant that he was ready to get better.

Both males lost track of how long they were actually spending there hugging until, Jinyoung had to go back to making dinner with Namjoon sitting on the counter getting fed different pieces of vegetables. Vegetables didn’t matter right? Those were healthy? So it didn’t count! At least that was what Namjoon told himself.

After that he was more onboard with BamBam”s and Mark’s game. Their first target seemed to be Jaebum, which involved leaving pictures of the ‘bounce’ all over his personal stuff, hiding his snack bag (Don’t get between Jaebum and food! This was something Namjoon learned. The alpha almost looked like he was starved when he got home from practice that day.) Bounce was also played all over the house at weird times, even if that one seemed to make Jinyoung feel like the target more than anything.

Then after that it was time to swap to Yugyeom, which made Namjoon feel a little mean as the baby alpha pouted when he found out that his dance practice was moved from his favorite practice room to his least favorite.

That was how he ended up with a not so smol alpha in his lap poking his dimple he couldn’t keep from deepening as he laughed. “You still love me right hyung?”

Yugyeom was way too cute pouting and sticking his tongue half out. “Always, is something wrong?”

That lead Yugyeom to hide his face in the place where Namjoon’s shoulder and neck met and his scent gland was and whined out like a 5 year old. “They are teasing me! They bound my laces together while I sitting down so I fell on my face! Right in front of Suzy-noona!”

The young alpha sounded so embarrassed. Namjoon petted his hair and stared down Mark who looked a little embarrassed in the doorframe. Namjoon had actually talked them out of that prank that morning. As another way to tall person he knew falling over your own legs was really not funny and he had been afraid that they would actually hurt the younger.

“Is anywhere hurting?” He was feeling up Yugyeom’s arms to make sure that the younger didn't have any injuries.

Yugyeom whined again. “Only my pride! What if this is what she is going to think of me? I am just going to be that guy who fell over his own legs when he met her! Namjoon I need to swap my name and move I can’t live with this!”

Good to see that Jackson and BamBam weren’t the only over dramatic members of this pack. “It is going to be fine I promise, at least she is going to be able to remember you which is something isn’t it?”

Yugyeom seemed to keep with his idea of being a giant baby as he just whined again hugging Namjoon closer. The older omega was at that point actually starting to lose the feeling in his thighs as if Yugyeom was a giant dog who still thought they was a tiny puppy and didn’t always think about just how big he was.

“What about we go out? I have to turn in some lyrics at the studio and I promise to go out and eat ice cream with Daesung-hyung?” Yugyeom perked up at that.

“Are you sure that is okay? I don’t want to interrupt something.”

Namjoon sent a quick text to Daesung.

To Daesung-hyung: Is it okay I bring Yugyeom? BamBam is in half heat and is a terrorizing him.

The response came almost instant. From Daesung-hyung: Ofc!!!! (✿◠‿◠) I am finishing up at the gym now! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ I need Ice cream so badly >-<

One thing he had learned from all this time spent texting Daesung is that the older seemed to have a never ending supply of smilies, which was kinda adorable. Another good thing with bringing Yugyeom with him was that this being the first first time that he had to meet Daesung by himself after the hospital. Hopefully Yugyeom would be just as shy as him which would either make it much more awkward or not… hopefully the later.

“He is okay with it. I am leaving soon you might want to change first, before we leave?” Yugyeom was still in his training clothes, which made the younger instantly jump of running towards where he kept his clothes in an almost panic.

Namjoon felt soft hands in his hair and instantly recognized the scent as Jaebum and he let himself close his eyes and enjoy the soft movement for a movement. “Even if you don’t pick us, we might need to hire you as a babysitter.”

Leaning his head back over the back of the couch so he could look Jaebum in the eyes no more words were exchanged just a light laughter and soft smiles. BamBam whom they met in the hallway did pout a little as Yugyeom stuck his tongue out at him and Namjoon bowed down a little to kiss his hair at the same time whispering so only the younger omega could hear it. “I told you not to go too far, you really made him sad.”

That made BamBam look embarrassed, it was clear that he had never meant to actually hurt anybody. But as Namjoon had figured out BamBam wasn’t capable of thinking completely clear during this half heat and his instincts just took over.

“Yugyeom?” BamBam called after them when they left, causing the baby alpha to look back at the omega who was shyly looking down on the ground. “I love you.”

That seemed to be everything Yugyeom needed to send a giant smile back at the omega in the doorframe. “I love you too Bammie! See you later!”

The trip out actually went surprisingly well, both Namjoon and Yugyeom were wearing big hoodies and snapbacks so nobody hopefully could recognize them or at least that was what they were going for as they hand in hand walked through the town towards the BigHit building.

It was nice. It had been a long while since either had enjoyed some real air spending most of their time in stuffy practice room or recording booths. They made soft small talk while walking through a park a shortcut towards the BigHit buildings, keeping their voice down so nobody would catch on to who they actually were.

That was what lead to something awkward, Yugyeom chose to stay in the lobby while Namjoon went to turn in some lyrics to Slow Rabbit PD-nim. Namjoon should never have done that, because when he came back to the lobby two tall alphas were staring each other down.

The heavy scent of aggression in alphas was thick in the air and Namjoon didn’t know what to do. He knew what had happened between them from Yugyeom, but he also knew that Yugyeom was ware of what Jungkook had done to him. Even if what Jungkook had done hadn’t been on purpose or to try and hurt Namjoon, Namjoon also knew that nobody seemed to believe him in that.

It was the first time he had smelled two alphas almost going at it on each other. Namjoon had expected Yugyeom to be the one to back down, but Yugyeom didn’t. Namjoon remembered that even though Yugyeom had traits of a soft alpha he wasn’t actually a soft alpha and he just stared down Jungkook.

Namjoon could see how Jungkook was struggling, he had read that it could take weeks if not months for the excess hormones to slowly bleed out of Jungkook, and he clearly wanted to put Yugyeom in his place, but he was also holding himself back his hand tightly fisted and his nails trying to draw blood.

Namjoon almost felt he was grounded to the floor. Like he wanted to either run away or present his neck, but he couldn’t! He wasn’t going to! He was Jungkook’s leader, he was not going to let the younger get into drama he didn’t need. He breathed out heavily focused on finding his higher brain function instead of giving into the scent and giving into his instinct of letting the alphas fight it out.

He knew Jungkook had spent time with his trainer, the younger wanting to look his best for their new tour in Japan. Each step towards Jungkook was harder, but as he finally reached him raising his arm to guide Jungkook out of the lobby to the gym. Jungkook snarled at him. “Don’t touch me!”

The way he ripped his arm from Namjoon’s grip was harsh enough to make it unstable and caused underweight Namjoon to tumble to the ground. Which… That was what really started the shit storm as Yugyeom growled a sound that Namjoon had never heard before. That was sweet and soft cinnamon roll Yugyeom who just growled loud enough to make Jungkook step backwards a few steps.

“Why do you always hurt people Jungkook? Go! You have done enough damage already! To everybody!” Yugyeom couldn’t really control the words coming out of his mouth, all the feelings of disdain he had for Jungkook after that night so long ago were all building up in him, and Jungkook had just hurt Namjoon… AGAIN! While he respected Namjoon, and he knew that the older could protect himself, but he was blind when it came to BTS and especially Jungkook and Yoongi. He just wanted Jungkook to hurt like he had hurt both Yugyeom and Namjoon.

“This is what your kind of alphas do! You just destroy people around you, this is why omegas are scared of you! The only way you can keep omegas is by brainwashing them into believing that you aren’t a monster! You are one, and you know it!” The thing was that Yugyeom and Jungkook had been friends almost since they debuted. Yugyeom knew Jungkook better than most people, he knew how to hurt him, and he was now using that power for evil.

Jungkook stumbled a few more steps back his eyes almost comically large. Namjoon reached out for Jungkook his instinct both as an omega and just as Namjoon was to make Jungkook feel better. He needed to do it, but without Namjoon even managing to reach him he flinched like he had been burned, and then he seemed to do the most BTS thing to do, since nobody in that pack liked to ever actually talk about things, he turned around and ran.

Yugyeom was breathing heavily and looked a little scared. Namjoon had to admit he was a little shaken as well, but he also was worried about Yugyeom he had never seen the younger act like that before.

He did the first thing that came to his mind, he wrapped the younger up in tight hug. “Are you okay?”

Yugyeom just shook his head. “I didn’t mean to do that… But he hurt you… and he hurt me… I just wanted him to hurt like I did?” He looked down at Namjoon with teary eyes. “Does that make me bad?”

Namjoon rested his forehead against Yugyeom trying to guide his breathing. “No you could never be bad, you know that Yeom. I promise you it is going to be okay.”

“Kookie looked really sad, I really hurt him.” Yugyeom mumbled, and that was such a Yugyeom thing, even though he had thought Jungkook deserved it, he still felt sorry for Jungkook and didn’t actually want to hurt him. This was why Yugyeom was too good for this world.

Namjoon smiled a little. “I will text some people who will make him feel better, now let's go and get some ice cream in you to make you feel better.” Yugyeom smiled a little at that before nodding.

As the walked the rest of the way to the ice cream parlor Namjoon sent a quick text to Hakyeon about what happened. Deciding that Hakyeon was probably the person who could deal with it the best. Since Wonshik did seem to have adopted Jungkook more or less and might be a little over protective over him. Also he might not be the best person in the world to manage the sea of ‘other people’s emotions’

Daesung was already sitting in the corner snapback abandoned on the table as he was very eagerly devouring the ice cream. The older omega had clearly rushed here after the gym, his hair still wet from the shower and his skin still a little red from where the warm water had hit him. His face was completely bare of makeup where both of the younger idols were wearing BB cream wanting to look their best, since they were meeting a bloody Big Bang member.

The spoon was still in his mouth as he looked up at the two younger idols just staring at him with big eyes. “Is something wrong?” His words were kinda weird with the spoon yet to be removed from his mouth.

He then seemed to realize what was the problem was he pointed towards his ice cream. “Sorry… Preheat… four alphas and no other omega means 3 weeks of preheat and me just constantly being hungry.” He grinned a little. “Thanks for joining me though. I am supposed to eat healthy so nobody wants to go out and get ice cream with me other than Seungri, and he can’t keep his mouth shut.”

Yugyeom stood there like a fish opening and closing his mouth a little. Even though he knew that they were meeting Daesung here, it was still a little overwhelming. Namjoon, however, was happy. He didn’t know what he had expected, but he had been worried that it had been different meeting Daesung in real life than constant texting with him and talking, but Daesung was the same person anyway.

Daesung then looked at Yugyeom. “You are the maknae right? From Got7?” Yugyeom nodded like an obedient puppy. Then again Daesung could probably believe that he was the lead singer of Twice and Yugyeom wouldn’t have it in him to say that he was wrong. But then the older just laughed. “You can’t tell that to Seungri, he is having some mental issues with every maknae being way-way to tall.”

That was when Namjoon realized something, Daesung was short! At least a lot shorter than he was supposed to be, but that could probably be explained by the fact that he was wearing converse that had no option for insoles in. “Are you guys just going to watch me eat, because I am starting to feel like you are judging me.”

The rest of the stay was actually really good. Namjoon managed to get out of eating ice cream saying he was lactose sensitive, instead of digging into some fruit instead while Yugyeom just as eagerly as Daesung dug into the ice cream.

Namjoon couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Little did he know that this was the most peace he was going to get for a while… After all, they hadn’t even started messing with Jackson yet, and he only had one lock left on his puzzle box to open, and did he ever find Seungri’s gift? For now… He would just relax, he deserved it.

Authors note: Easter is over! Back to schedule which is: Monday - Hidden Omega Wednesday - Hidden Omega Friday - Request Friday Sunday - Idea Sunday

Also! I have decided that I am going to spread their storyline over time instead of one big smack at the same time... So... Here is the poll and you vote which BTS member gets their solo chapter first! POLL!

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#Bts #Bangtan #bts scenario #Namjoon #namjoon scenario #bangtan scenarios #Kim Namjoon #Rap Monster #Got7 #Yugyeom #gotbangtan

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19 Days Omegaverse Chapter 3

*Totally forgot to mention they are aged up, probably in high school au*

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

After school He Tian hurried to wait at the front gates, narrowly avoiding running into the overenthusiastic omegas that usually suffocated him. He also wanted to ensure the reluctant omega didn’t escape without him, it wouldn’t be the first time he tried pulling a stunt like that.

He finally spotted the redhead shuffling through the crowd, his usual scowl on his face. He made a beeline for the omega and threw his arm around his shoulder once he reached him, pulling him toward the exit.

“What the fuck, get your gross ass arm off me!”

“I have to make sure you don’t escape, I need my beef stew tonight. I think if I eat out one more time I might be sick”

“Good! Then maybe you could die while you’re at it”

“Aww, you wouldn’t want that, who would pay you for your invaluable services”

“…You could just hire a real maid” Mo Guan Shan mumbled. But the truth was, he was desperate for the cash ever since his mother had to support them on her own, funds have been hard to come by.

“What was that?” He Tian leaned in closer.

“Nothing, get out of my space, you’re gonna get your disgusting scent on me”

“Heh, you should consider yourself lucky, you know how many omegas would kill for that” He Tian continued to pull Guan Shan in the direction of his apartment.

Guan Shan scoffed, “Not like I care”.

They stopped when they hit the grocery store to pick up ingredients since He Tian almost never had any at home unless Guan Shan brought them. They wandered the aisles, He Tian pushing the cart while Guan Shan grabbed what they needed. This often felt like the only time they managed to do something together without getting at each other’s throats.

“Don’t you want to try something new, you always ask for beef stew. I can make other things too you know” Mo Guan Shan said while eying some chicken legs at the poultry section. He was getting pretty tired of making the same thing every time They had been doing this for about a month now, Guan Shan coming over a couple times a week to cook, so far it’s just been beef stew.

“Oh really, I didn’t know that” He Tian said flatly, “If you want to make something different go ahead, you’re the chef after all”

“You sure….I mean, you are the one paying me to do this”

“Yeah, go ahead”

Mo Guan Shan threw some chicken into the cart and decided to make chicken wonton noodles instead. They continued to shop for the remaining ingredients, Guan Shan occasionally asking if He Tian had some of the things at home already. Most of the time his answer was somewhere along the lines of “How would I know?”, though this should have been no surprise seeing as Guan Shan was the only one who cooked, let alone used his kitchen.

Occasionally he reached past He Tian for something on the shelf behind him, everytime he did he caught a whiff of the alpha’s admittedly nice scent, reminding him of the cigarettes he always smoked. He Tian didn’t say anything but Guan Shan noticed his smirk every time he got near. After He Tian paid for the groceries they continued on their way to the high rise building where He Tian lived.

They entered the large, mostly empty apartment and placed the groceries on the kitchen counter to use. Once upon a time, He Tian hated this place, always lonely and cold, the only sign of living in the entire apartment being his unmade bed. Now, Guanshan would come over, cook, clean, and eat with him, making the cold room smell like the spices of his cooking that his scent resembled and occasionally leaving behind his sweet omega scent as well.

Being that He Tian was the only one who has ever stepped foot in this apartment, it was a nice change.

Guan Shan got to work right away while He Tian stood by his bed to change his shirt. While Guan Shan rummaged through the refrigerator he looked up when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. His eyes drawn to He Tian’s broad bare chested figure while searching his wardrobe for another shirt. He found his eyes helplessly drawn to the strong figure, his muscles rippling under his skin as he moved. Once He Tian had pulled his shirt over his head Guan Shan jerked his gaze away, prying his fingers off the fridge handle where he had tightened them unconsciously. He silently damned his omega hormones before hastily continuing his work, trying to calm the rising heat in his body.

“Hope you’re not thinking of trying to poison me Mountain” He Tian made his way over to where Guan Shan was working in the kitchen, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as he leaned on the counter beside him.

“…If you’re here go chop some vegetables or something”, He Tian always stood over Mo Guan Shan when he cooked, but never assisted and rarely commented on his actions. He wasn’t even sure he was watching the food, but that wasn’t really something he wanted to think about.

“You didn’t deny it”

“If I was going to I would have done it by now”

He Tian hummed in response while taking a long drag of his cigarette, taking notice of how Mo Guan Shan hadn’t looked his way since they entered the apartment. And how the back of his neck seemed a little redder than usual.

“What the hell!!!”, Guan Shan nearly knocked over the pot of water he was tending to when he felt He Tian’s large hand on the back of his neck.

“You’re not gonna go into heat are you?” He Tian asked, moving a little closer to make a show of sniffing the air.

“HUH?!” Mo Guan Shan jumped and quickly backed away, “N-no-I’m not!” He brought his arm up in a half-hearted attempt to hide the blush he felt climbing up his face.

“You better not be lying to me” He Tian narrowed his eyes down at Guan Shan, he stepped closer to where flustered omega had relocated himself a small smirk playing at his lips. He was enjoying this, he didn’t think he would ever tire of messing with the hot tempered omega.

“W-what, y-you would be able to tell if I was, bastard” Guan Shan continued to back away until he hit the kitchen wall. He Tian towered over him and placed his hands on either side of the omega’s head. Mo Guan Shan suddenly felt overwhelmed by the alpha’s scent, it smelled rich and intoxicating, like the cigarettes he so often smoked with slightly metallic hints. He began to feel his head swim. While he still had his wits about him he violently pushed He Tian off him and stormed off back to his station by the stove. “I said I’m not, you jackass! Besides it’s none of your chicken dick business anyways”

“Yes it is, I’m paying you and I can’t have you crying out for me when you are supposed to be cooking my dinner, now can I?” He Tian smirked, amusement showing through crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Whatever tension that charged the air a moment ago seemed to vanish.

Mo Guan Shan turned to He Tian with wide startled eyes before his face rearranged itself into rage and repugnance, “Asshole” he yelled before he threw his fist at He Tian’s face, nearly moving fast enough to land. He Tian narrowly dodged the attack.

“Quit being so disgusting! Who would ever-even if I was, I would never want you!!” Guan Shan sputtered, going even redder than before, almost the color of his hair, He Tian mused.

He Tian chuckled at the flustered omega, “Oh yeah, wanna bet?” he teased.

“Fuck no, just leave me alone or I’m leaving!”, he nearly yelled as he turned back to his work, hunching over slightly as though to shield himself against whatever attack He Tian might use next.

He did in fact not leave him alone, but he stood silently watching Guan Shan as he finished up the meal. He really was hungry so he let the irritable omega finish cooking in relative peace.

Once he finished they each served themselves and sat at the bar stools set in front of the island counter. Mo Guan Shan ate quickly then stored away the rest of the food, finishing up the dishes as He Tian added his to the sink. “That was good Mountain, you should make other things more often”

“I would have, but you always asked for the same thing”

“Well, your beef stew is still my favorite”

Guan Shan turned to look at the alpha, regretting it immediately when he saw the soft expression on his face. He quickly turned back and grabbed the dry dishes to store in the china cabinet, relieved when he wasn’t followed. Once that was done Mo Guan Shan collected his usual payment and wasted no time in making his hasty exit, eager to get away from the inscrutable alpha and the unwelcome emotions that he seemed to cause.

#19 days #omegaverse #tianshan #zhanyi #he tian #mo guan shan #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #myfanfic #fanfic

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