can't stop thinking about 50-year-old mature era omega!michael who's been living in seclusion for a bit, growing comfortable with his solitude just pruning the bushes and feeding the birds on a quiet sunday morning. all of a sudden, his younger alpha!neighbor from across the street comes knocking on the doors, the gates, the fences trying to get michael's attention with the most elaborate of courting rituals. it's been going for a whole month now; strong alpha arms stuffed with all kinds of gifts—big sunflower bouquets, colorful plushies, and, one time, a whole bottle of orange juice—only if it meant scoring a date with the king of pop. "mr. jackson!" he'd shout, panting and sweaty because he ran all the way there. "mr. jackson, just one chance. please?"
one could fry an egg on michael's face with how hot he flustered, giggly shooing away the young man. "i can never seem to stop you, can't i?" or "didn't i say i was much too old for you, dear?" but nooo, the stubborn alpha won't give out that easily—he's been a huge fan for years! more than that, he has silently witnessed the way michael lived his normal, homebody life; deeply infatuated with the older omega's gentle hands and sunshine warm smile. "just one date, sir" he'd even beg a little. and michael would pretend to think it over hard enough but, oh, he secretly loved the attention. a thrill of excitement coursing through his spine in the face of new beginnings. with the life he lived, nothing much gives a good rush anymore. not this, though. this one is his; kept close to his hopeful heart protectively.
in private, michael's security detail would tease him a little. i mean, they could very well stop that pestering alpha from being as close as a hundred meters from michael. but the omega would go all "nooo, no. he's a nice young man, let him be" in that soft cadence of his, curiously tolerant if not a tad smitten. yeah, the staff knows that look all too well...
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