#omegavers

For example, you can easily understand when Neil is satisfied or likes something. It is enough to pay attention to his fluffy tail, which, with cunning pleasure, begins to slowly wave the tip, and at the sight of Andrew curls or grasps the owner around his leg.

Minyard, unlike him, controls it quite well and allows himself to let go of emotions only during solitude with Neil. Then his ears gently tighten back, and he begins to gently wave his tail, while Neil's tail wriggles randomly.

Once, out of interest, he probably decided to check how Josten would react to the sudden smell of ozone with a touch of sweetness. Andrew controls himself perfectly, so Neil would definitely not have felt him before, but he would have easily understood that he belongs to Minyard.

Noticing that the calmly lowered tail began to slowly stick to Neil's leg, tapping a little on it with the tip, Andrew would move on to the final part of the experiment, to a kiss. Knocking him onto the bed, hanging over the top and falling to his lips, settling between his legs, was the perfect solution for observation. While their lips collided, greedily crumpling each other, this very tail of Neil randomly beat on the soft surface, while the ears, as if mirroring Andrew, were similarly pressed, and the tart smell of orange hit the nose. Minyard would surely have neatly wrapped his palm around this tail and ran it over it, giving Josten a herd of goosebumps.

Tim’s childhood friend (and first relationship)

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My Head Canon notes and underneath is the full Story

- You know each other since your mothers were pregnant together, being only a few months apart

- You were those weirdly close friends that had there own language

- Your parents had already pland for you to marry since they knew both of your genders, so you grow up expected to be a pair

- When middle school started and you were asked out you only awnsered that you already were with tim amd vice versa

- The two of you had your first everythings together, but after growing up and seing how love is supposed to look and feel like and Tim noticing that he was attracted to guys you agreed that you did love each other and thought to be soulmates but not in a romantic way

- And except for the two of you dating other people (and not doing the nastys) nothing really changed

- You guys still wore each others cloths and gave platonic kisses (sometimes an exited peck on the lips)

- You knew of his and his familys other identity since you knew everything about each other and you helped him in his stalking

- So when he became robin and got adopted after the death of his parents you were the leggage he dragged with him

- What did you expect the two of you are a package deal, so you became a permanent fix in the cave (like steph but not going vigilanting)

- You quiqly learned to be support, help with clouse, search the weeb for info and patching them together

- That also lead to you coming to the Titans, young justice and Justice league and having meet most heros (but not everyone)

- You were the biggest tim x bernad shipper but always on tims side

- Bernad was the first partner eather of you had that did not feel thretand by your friendship and shows of affection

- Let’s say that before Conner could meet you (as best friend no.2) you went away for a study program for 2 years and whenether you could have meet something always stoped it

- Until there was a get together of the Heros in civil at the wayne manour and while standing with the young justice with Bernard at his side you just got back from your last 6 months of the program

- Bernad seeing you sprinting to Tim quickly detangeled himself from his boyfriendy hug and steped back for safety

- Tim looking to him confiused only to here a squiel and high pitched TIMMY~, turning in time to be brutaly takeled by you and hitting the ground together

- With you clinging to him and relantlesly atacing him with a hundread kisses to his face

- Getting a moment of you stopping and grinning down at him he emediatly sat up with you hugging you back and being the one to give the kiss attack now

- Most people amused

- Some asking bernad if he’s ok with this

- Conner confused like , What the hell and who the hell (is this allowed, is that allowed?!)

(I made it Omegavers)

In the rigid hierarchy of secondary genders, the fate of Tim Drake and (Y/N) was sealed before they even drew their first breaths. Their mothers—both high-ranking Omegas from Bristol’s most elite Gotham circles—had lined up their ultrasound photos like blueprints for a perfect dynastic alliance. When nature later confirmed that both children carried the Omega designation, it did nothing to disrupt their parents' grand plans. In a society historically dominated by Alphas and pack politics, a union between two Omegas from wealthy families was seen as a rare, stable bond built on pure protection and mutual comfort.

They grew up functioning as a single, unbreakable unit. (Y/N)’s scatter brain often made her thoughts feel like a massive fireworks display, shooting in fifty different directions at maximum volume. Tim was her anchor. He smelled of old parchment, crisp mint, and that deep, soothing Omega sweetness that only she could perfectly decode. Together, they developed their own secret language—a chaotic mix of sharp exhales, clicks, and micro-hand gestures that left everyone else entirely baffled.

Tim was the only one who noticed when the specific texture of a sweater was making (Y/N)’s skin crawl from sensory overload. He was the one who discreetly swapped her plate if a fancy gala appetizer carried even a hint of that bitter undertone her sharp Omega senses loathed. In return, (Y/N) filtered the chaos of the world for him, reading his micro-expressions and stepping in whenever his analytical genius veered into a paralyzing mental loop.

By middle school, the dynamic was a law of physics. When an ambitious young Alpha from a prominent family asked (Y/N) out on a date, she simply tilted her head and replied with total nonchalance:

"I'm with Tim."

It wasn't a romantic declaration; it was just how the universe worked. Tim gave every girl and every Alpha the exact same answer.

They shared their first hand-holding, their first clumsy kiss, their first heats and every gentle "I love you." But as their teenage years settled in, the fog cleared. Tim realized his biological instincts and eyes locked onto Alphas—specifically guys. (Y/N) realized that while she loved Tim enough to burn the world down for him, the fire was entirely, fiercely platonic.

They sat on the roof of Wayne Manor one freezing night, wrapped together in Tim’s oversized, worn-in hoodie. Their scents—both soft, familiar, and completely devoid of sexual tension—blended seamlessly into the Gotham air.

"We're soulmates, Timmy," (Y/N) whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. "But we're not a couple."

"Never in a romantic way," Tim agreed, smiling with immense relief as he kissed her temple. "But you're still my person."

Nothing changed. They continued to wear each other’s clothes, curled up in the same nest when the world got too loud, and greeted each other with casual, affectionate pecks on the lips or cheeks. For outsiders—especially future partners—it was an absolute nightmare. Jealous Alphas and Betas consistently broke their teeth trying to build a wall between them. But given the choice, Tim and (Y/N) always chose each other.

When Tim deduced that Bruce Wayne was Batman, (Y/N) wasn't a bystander; she was his co-conspirator. While he handled the cold logic, she used her impulsive creativity to scout out unconventional vantage points for his camera. After the tragic loss of Tims parents and his adoption by Bruce, it was a given: (Y/N) was the permanent luggage he brought along.

She flatly refused to put on a mask, but she quickly became a permanent in the Batcave:

She patched Kevlar, combed through the dark web, and organized the family's trainwreck of a schedule.

She knew everyone's sensory triggers. She was the only person alive who could throw a weighted blanket over Jason Todd mid-rage, or hand Dick Grayson his misplaced gear with an affectionate roll of her eyes.

Through Tim, she eventually crossed paths with the Titans, Young Justice, and the Justice League. Every hero respected the brilliant support Omega working behind the scenes. And then came Bernard.

Bernard Dowd was the first Alpha in Tim’s life who wasn’t even remotely threatened by (Y/N). Bernard was smart, grounded, and possessed a quiet, unshakable confidence. He understood that the bond between Tim and (Y/N) didn’t crowd out romantic territory; it was the exact foundation that kept Tim stable enough to be a hero. (Y/N) promptly became the biggest Tim-and-Bernard shipper on the planet, frequently teaming up with Bernard to forcefully drag Tim away from the Batcomputer at three in the morning.

However, before (Y/N) could meet Tim’s other best friend—the notorious clone Alpha, Conner Kent—she left Gotham for a rigorous two-year study program abroad. Whenever she briefly returned, scheduling conflicts and emergency missions meant they missed each other by a hair. Until one specific evening at Wayne Manor.

It was a casual, civilian gathering for the heroes in the grand ballroom of the manor. The atmosphere was laid-back, the scents of dozens of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas mingling into each other. Tim was standing with the Young Justice crowd, Bernard right at his side. Conner Kent—a strikingly handsome, powerful Alpha with piercing blue eyes—was casually holding a cup of juice while chatting with Cassie.

(Y/N) had just stepped off her flight after finishing the final six months of her program. She was exhausted, entirely overstimulated by travel, and her instincts were screaming for her safe space. She entered the ballroom, scanned the crowd, and instantly spotted the familiar, messy dark hair of her best friend.

Bernard, whose sharp Alpha senses picked up the sudden shift in the room's scent first, saw (Y/N) sprinting toward them at full velocity. Without a word, he smoothly untangled himself from his boyfriend’s loose embrace and took three deliberate steps backward—a tactical safety maneuver.

Tim looked at Bernard, utterly confused. "What are you—?"

He never got to finish the sentence. A piercing, joyful shout of"TIMMYYYYY!~" echoed across the elegant ballroom.

Tim turned around just in time to catch (Y/N) as she launched herself at him like a heat-seeking missile. The sheer force of the impact knocked the air right out of his lungs. With a loud thud, they went down together, hitting the expensive Persian rug and skidding a few inches.

"Oh my god, you smell like coffee and peanut butter, I missed you so much!" (Y/N) squeaked, clinging to him like a koala. She sat straddled over his waist, pinning his face with both hands, and bombarded him with a hundred rapid-fire kisses—on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin, and a loud, smacking peck right on his lips.

It took Tim exactly two seconds to turn his breathless wheeze into a booming laugh. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, flipped their positions so he was hovering over her, and immediately launched a counter-offensive. "You monster! Why didn't you call me?!" he yelled, returning the chaotic kiss-attack all over her face while (Y/N) laughed hysterically, trying and failing to block him.

Around them, the room's reaction was a mix of fond amusement. Dick Grayson cheered loudly from the food bar, while Bruce Wayne stood in the corner, taking a slow, pained sip of his champagne.

Cassie nudged Bernard with her elbow, her eyes wide. "Uh... Bernard? Are you really okay with this? I mean... they're practically devouring each other."

Bernard just shrugged, a peaceful smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. "Totally fine. When (Y/N) is around, Tim actually remembers to breathe. Trust me, it's just pure, platonic Omega chaos. I'm completely secure."

A few feet away, however, the axis of the earth had completely shattered.

Conner Kent stood frozen to the spot. His cup was tilting dangerously in his hand, and his Alpha instincts were flashing red. His super-hearing and smell registered their scents perfectly—yes, they smelled incredibly close, almost like siblings—but they were currently rolling around on the floor with a level of physical intimacy that made Conner's brain short-circuit.

What the hell is happening right now?! Conner thought, his gaze darting frantically from the two laughing Omegas on the floor to a perfectly relaxed Bernard. Is this allowed?! Is this an Omega thing? Why is she kissing Tim's lips? Why is HE kissing her lips? Why isn't Bernard burning the mansion down?! Who is this girl, and why did Tim never tell me he had a hyperactive, leech?!

"Conner, close your mouth, you're catching flies," Bart joked, shoving a fistful of chips into his mouth at super-speed.

Conner just kept staring, entirely overwhelmed by the reality that Tim Drake's absolute favorite person on earth was currently pinning him to the floor, messing up his hair, and Bernard Dowd looked like he had just adopted a puppy.

Bernard looked at Conner, then back at the pile of best friends currently debating who missed who more.

"Oh, that’s just (Y/N)," Bernard said simply. "I’ve learned that if I try to get between them when she first gets home, I’ll probably break a rib. Besides," he added with a soft smile, "Tim’s been moping for months. I'm just glad the 'Package' is finally complete again."

(Y/N) hopped off Tim, finally noticing the audience. She spotted Bernard and her face lit up even brighter.

"BERNIE!" She lunged at him next, giving him a massive, bone-crushing hug. "Did you take care of him? Did he sleep? If you tell me he stayed up for seventy-two hours straight again, I’m grounding both of you!"

Bernard laughed, hugging her back. "He was mostly good. Welcome home, (Y/N)."

The Package Deal was back.

Conner leaned over to Bart, his eyes wide with existential confusion. "I don't understand Gotham. I will never understand Gotham."

(Y/N) finally turned her gaze to the rest of the group, her eyes landing on the tall, dark-haired boy in the black t-shirt.

The moment (Y/N) looked at Conner Kent, the lightning-fast processing of her brain simply… stalled. It was like a computer trying to run a high-def video with a fried motherboard. To her, Conner wasn't just a boy; he was a statue carved from moonlight and sheer, stubborn muscle. His jawline could have cut glass, and his eyes had a depth that made her feel like she was falling into a summer sky.

"Is he real?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the party. "Tim, tell me I didn't accidentally inhale some of Scarecrow's fear gas and this isn't a hallucination of my literal dream guy."

Conner wasn't doing much better. He had faced down Doomsday and stared into the cold eyes of Darkseid, but this girl—this tiny, vibrating ball of energy who had just tackled the Boy Wonder—was currently blinding him. To Conner, she was the sun. She was bright, warm, and slightly dangerous if you stared too long. But more than that, she had the energy of a hyperactive golden retriever puppy that had just discovered caffeine. She was cute in a way that made his stomach do backflips.

"Hi," Conner managed, his voice dropping an octave in a way that made (Y/N)’s knees weak.

"Hi," she squeaked back, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled the "S" on his chest.

They stood there, trapped in a bubble of mutual infatuation not being able to get away from the other in fear of losing the intoxicating smell of their pheromones, while the rest of the world faded into a blur. Tim and Bernard shared a knowing look. Tim didn't even mind that (Y/N) was death-gripping his hand, her knuckles white as she anchored herself to reality while staring at the Boy of Steel.

For the next four hours, they were inseparable. They didn't even move from their spot by the buffet. (Y/N) talked—oh, did she talk. She told him about her study program, the texture of the specific silk that made her feel like floating in a warm stream and laying on a fluffy cloud, and exactly why she thought the way the Justice League organized their files was "criminally inefficient." Conner listened like every word was a divine revelation. He didn't care about the over exiting tangents or the way she skipped over words; he just wanted to hear her voice.

When the night finally had to end, it was a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions.

"Conner, we're leaving," Clark Kent said, placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder.

"No," Conner said, his voice flat and determined. He was literally vibrating with the effort of not using his tactile telekinesis to glue himself to the floor.

It took Clark actually lifting Conner off the ground, tucking the struggling teenager under his arm like a very muscular sack of potatoes, to get him toward the Zeta-Tube. "She’s the one, Clark! Don't separate us! She understands me in such a deep way! SHE’S MY SOULMATE!"

On the other side of the room, (Y/N) was leaning her entire weight against Tim as he dragged her toward the stairs. "Timmy, nooooo! You're a monster! You're tearing apart the greatest love story of our generation! Look at him! He’s so dreamy! I can still smell his heavenly pheromones!"

Tim just sighed, hoisting her up. "You’ve known him for four hours, (Y/N). You’re exhausted, you’re overstimulated, and you’re going to sleep."

He ended up carrying her all the way to his wing of the manor. True to their "package deal" nature, (Y/N) didn't go to a guest room. She tumbled into the middle of Tim’s oversized bed, sandwiched firmly between Tim and a very amused Bernard. As she drifted off, she was still mumbling, "He's so tall... like a mountain... a very handsome mountain..."

Their first official date was organized by Tim and Bernard, mostly because if left to their own devices, Conner and (Y/N) would have just stared at each other until they starved.

Tim had scouted a small, quiet Italian place and a menu that was entirely full of dishes (Y/N) loved. Conner arrived thirty minutes early, wearing a leather jacket and holding a bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked from three different continents.

When (Y/N) arrived, wearing one of her prettiest outfits—normal, comfortable clothes, completely devoid of the suffocating stiff fabrics—Conner’s heart nearly stopped.

"You look... wow," he said, his super-breath hitching.

"You have a motorcycle," she replied, her eyes widening as she saw his bike. "Can I touch it? Is the vibration loud? I like loud vibrations but only if they're consistent, otherwise it’s like a bee in my brain."

Conner laughed, a deep, rich sound that (Y/N) decided was her new favorite song. "Touch whatever you want. It’s consistent, I promise."

The date was a chaotic, beautiful mess. (Y/N) explained the intricacies of Bat-tech while Conner told her what it felt like to fly through a cloud (wet and cold, mostly). When the food arrived, Conner watched with fascination as to how much she could eat.

Without a word, Conner gave her some of his garlic bread to her. It was a small gesture, but to (Y/N), it was better than a diamond ring.

By the end of the night, they were sitting on the roof of a Gotham skyscraper, watching the gargoyles. (Y/N) was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder. His skin was warm—so much warmer than a normal human's—and the steady, powerful thrum of his heart acted like a weighted blanket for her restless mind.

"I think I like you more than sugar," she confessed and continued with "I know I like you more than being right." Conner kissed the top of her head.

By the time Spring Break rolled around, they were "official." (Y/N) was invited to the Kent farm in Smallville, and she arrived with a suitcase too big for just a week, bursting with all kinds of outfits, sensory comforts, different kinds of bedding and a lot of random stuff for the possible “what if’s…”.

She brought a nervous energy that could have powered the entire state of Kansas.

The Kents fell in love with her instantly. Martha loved her enthusiasm for the garden, especially since (Y/N) was not afraid to get her hands dirty. Jonathan Kent was thoroughly charmed by her ability to completely reorganize the barn's tool shed in a single afternoon because her hyper-focus kicked in like a freight train.

However, Clark Kent quickly realized he had a problem.

As young hormonal Alpha and Omega, Conner and (Y/N) were like two highly charged magnets. If they were in the same room, they were touching. If they were outside, they were leaning against each other, their scents—his heavy, ozone-and-sunshine Alpha pheromones and her soft, sweet Omega warmth—blending into an intoxicating haze. It wasn't even necessarily sexual at first; it was just a constant, overwhelming need for absolute physical proximity.

The problem was, that innocent proximity tended to turn intensely charged and deeply physical really fast.

The air in the room would suddenly grow thick, Conner's pupils would dilate, and (Y/N)'s breathing would hitch as their natural instincts took over.

"Conner, maybe you could help me with the tractor while (Y/N) helps Martha with the pie?" Clark suggested for the fifth time one afternoon, clearing his throat loudly to break up a particularly intense staring contest across the kitchen table.

"But Dad, I can hold the bowl while she stirs," Conner argued. His thick, muscular arm was wrapped firmly around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling her flush against his side. (Y/N) was supposedly trying to read a pie recipe from an old cookbook, but it was a losing battle; between the Alpha’s sunny smell and Conner's fingers tracing burning circles into her hip, she was far too distracted to actually remember a single word she just read.

"Clark, let them be," Martha whispered, swatting her son’s arm with a dish towel. Though even Martha couldn't help but giggle a few minutes later when Clark had to physically step between the young couple in the kitchen. They were "sharing" a glass of water, but it involved an ungodly amount of deep, heavy eye contact, Conner's throat bobbing as he swallowed, and (Y/N)'s fingers tangled tightly in the hem of his t-shirt. Clark's overprotective dad instincts were practically short-circuiting.

The real star of the week, however, was Jon. The younger Super-son absolutely adored (Y/N). Her playful, energetic nature made her the ultimate companion, and she played games with him without an ounce of hesitation. Since she didn't possess super-strength, she used her quick wit and vast imagination to invent massive, complex sci-fi roleplaying games out in the cornfields, making Jon laugh so hard he almost hovered off the ground.

One evening, after Jon had finally gone to bed and the adults had retired to their room—leaving a very stern, telepathic warning from Clark hanging in the air—Conner and (Y/N) slipped out onto the porch swing.

The Kansas night was crisp, but Conner was a living furnace. (Y/N) crawled directly onto his lap, burying her face into the crook of his neck where his scent was the strongest. Her mind went completely, blissfully silent.

"Your heart is so loud," she murmured, tracing the edge of his jaw with her thumb. "It's the only thing I can hear."

Last fanfic you read: cyclical (Stranger Things, Steddie) by cuips_not_cute

Last fanfic you bookmarked: Howdy, Handsome Stranger (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth) by twoseas. [I am the literal worst at bookmarking fics. Because A) I was a guest user for so many years and B) and I would use the favourite function with Chrome desktop version]

Last fanfic you printed/downloaded: No One Like You (Stranger Things, Harringrove) by blaynerachelle & Lovedinsecret [the last fic I printed has been scrubbed and was in 2007. It was a Avenged Sevenfold fic and the reason I remember it so clearly is because I printed out together with a project for college, on a college library printer. The printer glitched and it got printed out twice, something I did know until a college wide email was sent out about inappropriate use of college property]

A fic that made you laugh: Dumb as Rocks (The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins/Throin Oakenshield) by hchollym [as the title suggests this is a dumb one shot in which the dwarvs think Bilbo just has gass instead of being pregnant]

A fic that made you cry: Broken glass (Stranger Things, Steddie) by Thecricketsarecalling [Steve gets put though so much trauma and doesn't catch a break]

A fic where you had to take a break and walk away from the screen for a while for some reason (also share the reason): Unspoken (How To Train Your Dragon, Dagur the Deranged/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III) by evilwriter37 [some of the graphic torture Viggo puts Hiccup through were hard to stomach on the first read through I needed to take a step back. This definitely made me uncomfortable]

A fic that made you discover something about yourself (+optional: what that thing was): [disclaimer; this fic was first published on either Adultfanfiiction.com or fanfiction.net before 2010 and long before she outed herself as a terf] Where Others Fear To Tread (Harry Potter, Snarry) by riffraff84 [this and two other HP fanfics lost to time were my first forays into to dark fiction and that I really enjoy it]

Favorite fic version of a side character of your choice: Maybe 10% Better (Stranger Things, Steddie) by BilbosMom [Tommy is a good bro and just looking out for Steve] You’re Extra Special, Something Else (Stranger Things, Harringrove) by @jellyfishloveletterghosts [Tommy & Carol being good friends to Steve]

A fic with a plot you really like: To Sleep, Perchance (Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens, Hux/Kylo Ren) by GallifreyanOmnishambles [the world building is so good. They took the ridged black and white lore of the Force, made a third grey option, and ran with it]

A fic that you learned something from: Walking the Tightrope (Gundam Wing, 1×2×3 Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy) by Asuka Kureru (Askerian) [that polyamory and polygamy are two vastly different types of relationship between multiple people. Polygamy is roted is misogyny and patriarchal religions while polyamory is based on mutual trust, respect and love between all parties]

A fic that gave you a new headcanon:

A really good sentence you read in a fic lately (plus what fanfic it's from): I can not find the fic it was from or the full sentence but it was from a Hannigram fic in which Will tells Hannibal that while he knowingly and consents to eating human flesh, the baby inside of him doesn't and that he will be a vegetarian until it's born.

Your favorite written version of your favorite character: You're stronger than you know (Teen Wolf, Sterk) by Littleredridinghunter

A really good gen fic: A Bedtime Story for June (Stranger Things, Steddie) @ficsforfundota You Never Can Tell (Stranger Things, Harringrove) @shieldofiron

A WIP where you are patiently waiting for an update because the fic is just so good: Silk ( Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Zuko ) by Traxits [the first chapter got uploaded on 13-03-2013, 12 years and periodically it gets updated and when it does I get so excited!] Sands of Time (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth) by @coffeequill

A fic that inspired you to create something: Licking our Wounds (Stranger Things, Metalsandwich) @ficsforfundota [not so much the fic, all though that definitely helped, but more the author is the reason I felt comfortable to actually start writing my own fics instead of providing plots and being a sounding board for others]

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Some good smut (if you read that): Locked Up, Bitched Down (Stranger Things, Steddie) @lexirosewrites ; Sugar Me Sweet (Stranger Things, genderbent Harringrove) by xoxoLadyAz; The Missing Piece (Stranger Things, Metalsandwich) by Sarah3333

Bonus rec (+ reason!): all of the above tbh, just picking one fic for a special shout out is hard. How to Pretend (Stranger Things, Harringrove) by VirusZeref [sadly a wip but I go to back to often. Everyoneneeds to read about Steve getting Poison Ivy's powers tbh]; Baby Bending (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Zuko) by TheARTboss [mpreg is not for everyone I know, but the character growth especially Zuko goes through is so good but also Sokka's growing into his own and more than just the spunky sidekick];

"Aran… how do I ask Sunarin out?"

osamu could be so normal about this conversation even if he was a jumble of nerves.

aran always knew what he was doing! his relationship with kita was enviable.

"How do ya think he'd want to be asked out?"

osamu thought on it as they headed down the sidewalk, no clear direction in mind.

he just told aran he wanted to talk about something after school.

"… Nothing embarrassing… or overly grand… or like, weird."

osamu feels like rintaro would hate him if he asked right in their classroom. or during practice. or in the middle of lunch.

"Mmmm… I think he's the kinda guy to accept anything from ya, but keeping it low key might be fer the best."

"Anything…?"

osamu blinks over at aran who looks so confident, so cool, so big brother.

"He hangs on yer every word, don't think he pays attention to anyone else on the team like he does ya.. except Shinsuke."

that just has osamu feeling warm all over and his alpha rumbles about needing omega.

"So… yer sure that he likes me back? He'd be okay with me courting him?"

there's a smile that stretch across aran's lips as he firmly nods like an alpha who knows everything in the universe.

"Ya, can't get enough of ya… think he's waiting on ya to do something about it."

/omega wants, please omega, court omega/

"Low key.. like what? I don't know how this romance stuff works."

"Make him something, yer good a cook. Get him some flowers if ya want, give him something to keep in his nest."

osamu could do exactly that. easy.

"Be straightforward when ya ask… I tried the poetic route with Shin and it flew over his head."

there's a fond smile on his lips with that one.

"… Sunarin would be into that I think, he likes that stuff…"

"Then do that, whatever makes him happy."

making his omega happy… osamu could definitely do that. it was easy to make him smile and laugh.

"I think I have an idea…"

"Oh yeah?"

osamu cannot let his nerves win. he's an alpha. he's in charge. the world is at his feet.

…

osamu rings the doorbell, flowers in hand with a lil powder blue gift bag on his wrist.

the door opens and… he has to look down because this person is much shorter than rin.

"All that for me?"

mayu smiles sweetly, she's like rintaro if he was a girl and more gremlin coded.

"I'm here fer yer brother."

she frowns and groans.

"RIN-NIIIII YOUR BOYFRIEND IS AT THE DOOR."

she walks off to go back to whatever she was doing and osamu is trying not to die on the spot.

rintaro comes down the stairs and ohhh, his eyes land on the flowers.

"What's all this? Apologizing for stealing my karaage?"

"No! I mean… if you want me too, but it's not about that. I uh…"

osamu just thrusts out the flowers and rintaro looks very amused as he takes them.

"I have something else for you too…"

osamu scoured the internet for cute bento recipes and proper courting gifts… that a 17yr old could afford.

the bento was wrapped up in a fabric that had kuromis printed all over it.

(rins fave sanrio)

"I… wanna do fer ya everyday if you'll let me. Make all yer meals and provide fer ya like a good alpha and-"

"Hoooold on, pause right there."

oh god did osamu fuck up already?

rintaro beckons him inside and up the stairs to his room.

"Go on."

rintaro sets the bento on his desk, but he's still holding onto the small bouquet of flowers.

"I had something prepared, but I kinda forgot it all… I like ya, I can't stop thinking of ya, every time I do ya make my heart just wanna leap out of my chest."

"Yer the only omega my alpha yearns fer… whenever I see ya it just won't shut the fuck up and um… I agree with it, I wanna do everything with ya, Rintaro… if you'll have me."

osamu's cheeks were a bright pink as rintaro seemed to consider his babbling.

he then came over to press a chaste kiss on osamu's lips. the flowers were between them as osamu immediately chased his lips for more.

/omega approve?/

"… I like you too, I was waiting on you to court me."

osamu is sure he's ascending to the heavens right now.

"I wrote you something."

osamu blurts out, "or I tried to…"

osamu digs into the gift bag to pull out a blanket first, it's wrapped and sealed with his scent all over it.

then there's an envelope with his confession letter.

by the end of it, rintaro was the one all blushy and trying to hide his face behind his pillow, but osamu wasn't having that!!!

"I'll treat ya good, Rintaro, I'll never make ya cry."

another kiss was shared and now his alpha was screaming about biting rin.

aran rly had the best advice…

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"Liar."

"What did I do?"

osamu had his day off today and here comes his wife into the garage.

he had an older car that turned into a pet project so he was all greasy and hot and you know.

"Said you'd never make me cry and now look at me!"

osamu took the paper shoved in his face and raised an eyebrow, then he instantly recognized it as his old confession… ah…

"I didn't tell ya to read it again."

rintaro can't help laughing at that, but there's still a hint of tears in his eyes.

osamu comes over to hug his very pregnant wife and kisses his cheeks.

"Fine, I'll make ya cry fer all the good reasons."

that satisfies his lover.

"You were so nervous then, I almost expected you to throw up on me."

"If I let myself think for longer than two seconds, I would have 😞."

"I still would have said yes."

"Of course, ya loooved me."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61970206