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Tweek always thought omegas were cool. Correction, that his mom made him think omegas were cool. And didn’t much care for how marginalized in society they were, the blond felt like omega’s were discriminated against before he even knew what the word justice meant. Tweek remembers asking for it, asking his mother to teach him how to build a nest; back when he was younger and convinced that he’d grow up to be the kind of alpha that helped omegas with their nest. An alpha in touch with their sensitive side.
The small blond can only imagine God laughing it up when Tweek was presented as an omega. Now what he seen as innocent learning for a good cause was labelled ‘nature’ ‘training’ and fucking ‘preparing for his second gender’.
Omegas were essential breeders, and therefor seen as good for society, an omega in heat would almost always guarantee an heir. But aside from that were the lowest caste in the social hierarchy. Alphas were powerful, leading and dominating. Betas were typically unassuming and independent. Scents were dulled to Betas allowing them to function and work any jobs. Whereas Omegas were submissive, obedient, weak and meek in personality. Had the fewest rights that were hard fought a generation before Tweek was even born. An omega in my mom’s day and age weren’t even allowed to have jobs, assuming more nurturing and household jobs such as childbearing, a male/female housewife that took care of the home or people who build nests.
Unclaimed omegas making nest for others was seen as more provocative than a hooker that worked the street because omegas were highly sexualized? Because many see sex as an inherent nature for omegas due to heats making them wet and scents meant to lure in a potential alpha mate. Tweek was made fun of for even attempting to learn how to make nest at such a young age, discouraged by his father from doing it while kids his age made fun of him for wanting to be an omega and the 6th graders asking if he wanted to be a bed slave. Tweek didn’t know what they meant by that but got mad on behalf of omegas not caring for what foul the older kids spewed.
As Tweek got older it became clear which secondary gender he’d most likely adopt onto his person. As children it was easy to proclaim you’d grow into a strong alpha when distinctions between any child was minimal, so what if you weren’t the tallest? Didn’t matter yet. It was harder to ignore when the first kids in your grade began presenting and their scents were obnoxious, hard time masking any emotion in their scent from just discovering their second gender and lack of inhibition.
Tweek was always made fun of for training to be omega, and from his small frame that struggled to gain muscle mass no matter how much he tried to bulk up from work outs and diets. Tweek supposed he always knew the leers he’d hear of how he must be an omega from his short stature (something he always tried to claim was from the coffee he loved, despite not really believing that himself) to an old list making a resurgence that referenced dick size with Tweek being second to last in their class with only Eric being smaller than him. Eric tried to fight a losing battle for him, if only to help his own cause of being known to have a 1.4-inch dick back in 4th grade.
Kind souls like Kyle and Wendy tried to argue Tweek could always wind up a beta, and to not try stereotype Tweek into a secondary gender. Ignorant to the fact that Tweek’s heart broke at them feeling the need to step in at all and breaking even more when they made it sound like beta was the best he could hope for. Tweek tried his best to tune out the gossip, focus on work and being alone since socializing was way too much pressure for him.
But bullying was inevitable for one Tweek Tweak, his twitching and nervous tics meant getting unwanted attention on the best of days. But he unfortunately had a presence that was hard to ignore when the school’s group of assholes known as Stan’s gang would sometime drag Tweek along on whatever bullshit of the week they were doing. As nice as the companionship was for the usual loner, it also meant getting their rival gang’s attention. They consisted of Craig, Tolkien, Clyde and Jimmy’s attention which while not worse per say… could be just as bad.
Craig Tucker was no Eric Cartman level of school yard bully. But the two were known bullies, just different levels of bullies. Eric would screw over those who screwed him or making someone's life worse because he felt like it. Tweek remembers when he once got a 5th grader sent to rehabilitation when he planted drugs in his locker for simply wiping a booger on the fat man. From that incident alone it was whispered that you best stay on the tub of lards good side no matter how fucking annoying the alpha was.
Craig was a troublemaker in the sense that he picked a lot of fights. After Craig first fought Tweek back in forth grade the black-haired boy seemed to pick up boxing oddly enough. Tweek guessed sumo wasn’t Craigs style and didn’t dwell to much on it. He spoke his mind and flipped people off as easily as he told them to fuck off. Tweek also knew that Craig would be an alpha, based off his no fucks attitude he carried himself with- but also from him being the tallest in their grade. The only thing that could potentially make him a beta was that he wasn’t as bulky as Tolkien was and was kind of built like a twig. But when the noirette proudly proclaimed himself as an alpha one day, nobody really questioned it. His group of friends loud in giving their congratulations
Tweek didn’t need a reason to hate Craig, the fight they had was reason enough to stay clear of the other. Despite being set-up Tweek decided to hate the other irrationally, at least it seemed mutual as it seemed like Craig was looking for reasons to put a target on his back. Tweek was somewhat tempted to give the asshole props for never partaking in the usual gossip of his second gender ignoring it with his indifference he was known for. Tweek doubted the other knew how much it made Tweek’s day that while the other hated him, at least he wasn’t grasping at any straw he could grab at and going the extra mile to hate him if that makes sense.
So, fuck Craig, since after he presented as alpha became kind of a dick that joined said omega bashing. In a form of ridicule that Tweek hated most. Hugs. Normal hugs Tweek could live with, fuck he sometimes wanted hugs for the skin ship. But under the context of people stating Tweek was totally going to be an omega and that he should get used to hugging since omegas had a thing for scenting- imagine Tweeks surprise that Craig would join in and hug him in the locker rooms when he least suspected it to laugh when he’d tense up and nearly jump out of his body. His group of friends always laughing like it was the funniest shit.
Going to the principal was pointless, they chalked it up to kids being kids and when his discomfort with the situation was all but hand waved away. He just kind of went with it. Not sparring the effort to even tell the others to fuck off since Tweek doubted that without a fight he’d be heard at all. Kyle always the one to scold the others on his behalf Tweek would just get dressed and suffer through another gym class as he counted down the days to his expected secondary gender reveal and prayed that they wouldn’t be right in calling him an omega.
Knocking on the door went ignored as Tweek let the waterworks fall from his face with no signs of stopping. A ugly pathetic whimper that made his mind scream ‘Omega’ nailing it into subconscious to hate his gender. “Tweek sweetie…” his loving mother called through the door with a sigh. Tweek tried to not hate his status so much if only for his mother’s sake. A part of Tweek wanted to hold the omega status proud as he did as a child, so full of naivety and hope. But after the ridicule and humiliation he suffered though, doubted that he could ever look at it as anything but a curse and blight on his person.
Tweek was being irrational he knew but fuck it if he wasn’t acting like his secondary gender. He was fucking bawling like a bitch in a nest of his own making. A nest built of his belongings, a few of his parents scattered in the mix for comfort. And his mind hatefully reminded himself that he already fit his part and wouldn’t even need to take a course on nest making- he was a fucking pro already. One less class to take he groaned. Taking Tweek’s silence as an invitation in, Tweek buried his head into his nest at the obnoxious spill of fluorescence light invading his sensitive retinas.
His mother laid a calm hand on his hiccupping back “It’s not the end of the world” his mother tried to be reassuring, but Tweek wanted to shout that it was indeed the end of his world. His social life was shit before, but now he had ammunition for his bullies to use against him now. Fan-fucking-tastic. “You have scent blockers” giving this nugget of information out like that changed anything.
Tweek was supposed to be in school right now. He got his omega gender revealed yesterday and was supposed to act like the life altering news didn’t just transpire and go on as normal. But after quite literally crying his way to stay home, his mother offered to stay with him to be denied. Tweek was fighting his very nature at every turn, another omega’s comfort especially from that of family was something newly awakened omegas craved. Tweek hated it. His love for his mother was tainted in doubt now how much affection stemmed from his omega status now? Did it matter? Yes, it did. It suddenly mattered a whole lot because. He. Was. A. Fucking. Omega. His life officially sucked now.
“I’ll go to school tomorrow mom” Tweek grumbled eventually. When he was starting to take comfort in her back rubs, he hated it, he hated it “Go away, help dad at the shop, just go. Leave me alone” His mother sighed, no doubt sensing his annoyance. Tweek was never good at masking what he felt. Now he had a fucking smell that let others have an insight to his unbridled emotions. Great. Just what he needed, an insight for assholes to sense his weakness and weaponize it against him.
Tweek wanted to cry to become homeschooled, but he knew his parents wouldn’t care about his woes. He wanted to be homeschooled for the simple reason of people thinking he would be an omega and being fucking right, him skipping today will probably all but confirm it for the assholes and no amount of scent blockers would hide his secondary gender from anyone. At least he could console himself in that it’ll help for others to leave him alone and not bug him about his scent.
Scent was going to be an insecurity of his, Tweek was sure. His scent. What if his bullies made fun of his scent? What if the assholes liked it? Both were horrible in his eyes. And his scent would let others know to some extent what he was feeling at any given moment. That didn’t bode well for Tweek’s anxiety and paranoid personality and was a trainwreck waiting to happen.
Left on his own, Tweek’s overactive mind immediately made the situation worst than it was. Taking every news report, he saw as a kid on omega related crimes and amplifying it. Omegas had less rights of all the secondary genders, would Tweek have to live with a collar to not be bound to some random douche? Tweek remembers a case in which a woman was claimed in an essentially hit-and-run incident on her way home before the alpha who claimed her just ditched leaving the poor woman to be seen as undesirable.
Dread.
Trepidation.
Fear.
A lot of negative emotions were swirling in his mind. His mind feeding into the worst case-scenario at any given time.
Anxious.
Afraid.
Paranoid.
Tweek was only brought to the present when he heard a knock on his window. Squeaking quite pathetically at being spooked, Tweek looked out his window to find Kenny smiling at him with his usual shit eating grin. Startled, Tweek debated ignoring the other despite the other having a clear view of him on principal that the asshole climbed up to his room specifically and can suffer the consequence of Tweek not wanting to put up with this bullshit right now, or ever really. Fuck Kenny.
Sighing as he got up to lead filled legs as he reluctantly made his way over to his window. Tweek knew that the other put two and two together when Kenny took in the state of his room. A crying twitchy blond, nesting. It was fucking obvious what secondary gender he had any way you look at it. Tweek only wanted to live his life in peace but that was looking like a pipe dream every fucking second that went without begging the other to never mention it to anyone.
“What the fuck do you want McCormick?” Tweek asked with venom. Tweek almost watched in slow motion as his scent hit the other senses when the other startled backwards. Tweek regretted not popping those damn scent blockers the moment he came home but his fucking parents suggested to let his scent seep into his comfort area (his room) before taking them.
“This why you skip?” the other asked knowingly, taking in Tweek’s no doubt shitty appearance. Tweek kept sniffling to keep the boogers from escaping, to lazy to walk across his hall to get tissue. His eyes no doubt red from crying all morning and his hair messier as Tweek didn’t bother leaving his room.
“I asked, what the fuck did you want?” Tweek sighed as he stepped back to let the other invade his space. His omega nature screaming to not let anyone but family and his mate in such an intimate area, but his omega self can fuck off and die. He’ll let fucking anyone in his safe space and prove it wasn’t safe for shit. Intruders could always break in; potential kidnappers could do what Kenny did and fucking scale the side of his house- nowhere was safe and his omega self can learn that the easy way from his discomfort.
Kenny clearly not expecting the invite, didn’t pass it up as he hopped and flopped on the bare mattress. All his blankets and pillows now in his nest “I was just checking why you skipped. I suppose it should’ve been obvious, but never hurts to make sure” Tweek gritted his teeth at the use of obvious. Of course, Kenny knew he’s presented as omega, everyone at school thought it.
“If that’s all then you can fuck off?” Tweek questioned despite his commanding tone. Kenny was another alpha, challenging him wasn’t smart. But Kenny wasn’t your average alpha either, his laid-back attitude and no care in the world outlook on life meant he felt more like a beta than anything. But Tweek would be damned if he didn’t defend his castle. His castle may be built of shit, but it was still his damnit.
Kenny didn’t look bothered by the hostility as he hummed like he was debating weather he’d listen to it or not and Tweek was seconds from calling the fucking cops when Kenny sighed and look over at Tweek “I know it’s stressful for you” that was an understatement Tweek never voiced aloud “But maybe dial your scent down? I may not care that you challenge me but have this much hostility to literally anyone else and it spells trouble for you.” Tweek scoffed, like anyone was chummy with him before this whole shitshow started.
“It’s my life. I’ll self destruct if I want to” Tweek offered up, Kenny looked like he respected the notion for whatever his approval was worth as he laid back on his bed looking to make himself comfortable. “Ngh” Tweek twitched to his right. He was dying to ask what the other thought of his scent. Insecurity be damned, curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back. He’d die on this hill and live with the consequences “Since you’re here” Tweek started, making the taller male peak an eye open to look over at him
“How’s… my… smell?” Tweek full body cringed. Kenny made a production out of inhaling his scent, Tweek self consciously hugging his arm waiting like he was next on the chopping block. Kenny blew the inhaled air out as he let his head fall back “Being honest?” and Tweek gripped his misbuttoned shirt anxiously. “I smell shit” Kenny unaware to how those words sliced Tweek up, his fears realized “Fuck you reek of even more shit… Look Tweekers, it’s not your scent that’s shit. It’s all the negative emotions you’re feeling. The smell is so overpowering that I can almost feel your anxiety and paranoia about it all.” Kenny reassured more than he probably realized, but since he was an open book Tweek watched in real time how the other seemed to sense he relaxed as Kenny turned more towards him to smell again. Shameless.
“There” He stated as he sniffed again “That’s a more pleasant smell Tweeky”
“Never call me Tweeky again” Tweek’s mood immediately soured, and Kenny’s nose scrunched as he let out a blunt “noted.”
“When you relax your smell is more pleasant. I can almost smell the real you under all that negativity” Kenny went on to explain as he closed his eyes. “Gah! You can small negativity? What the fuck does that smell like?!” Tweek was told that others would be able to smell his emotions, but somehow hearing about it from someone he knew made it that much worse.
“Hard to say right now. I’m smelling all the resentment and fear you’ve been spewing in for the I don’t know, hours you were locked up in here? At school it’s hard to say how much you’ll reek of the stuff. Depends on how deeply you feel it I suppose” Kenny dropped a bomb on him and didn’t seem to care. Tweek tugged at his hair with a quite “Oh, god.”
“I’d tell you to relax, but I know how that often seems to have a opposite effect on you” Kenny had the nerve to smile at that “And I know you overthink, so telling you to not think about it seems counter productive” he went on letting out a chuckle like he was telling jokes. Fuck Kenny “And- “
“I get it. You’re an asshole” Tweek bite back, none to pleased when Kenny cracked up at that.
“Being an omega is only hell if you let it be Tweek. Scent blockers will dampen your strong scent, sucks you have to use them since your natural scent from what I can smell, smells just fine. But do what you gotta do to make the hellhole that’s school less problematic.” Kenny shrugged as he got up from his bed, making his way to his window and opening it to climb out, pausing with one leg out the window.
“Y-You won’t tell?” Tweek hated how he basically whispered it. Kenny looked over at him to regard him before nodding “I may be an asshole, but even I have lines I won’t cross.”
“At least you’re aware you’re an asshole” Kenny laughed at Tweek’s cheek. Tweek nearly screaming when the other fell from his window.
“Fuck man are you alright?!” Tweek panicked, debating running out in his bare feet to check if the other died in his fucking front yard when he heard a groan and stuck his head out of his window once more. “I’ll live” the other stated as he sat up “Make sure I don’t die by coming to school tomorrow.”
Tweek laughed at this, going back to school was always in his card. But it was nice knowing someone was looking forward to his return.