Archive of Our Own ^beta

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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.

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Tweek groaned when his mother let herself into his room to draw the blinds and fill the room in a blinding light, she was chipper as she always seemed to be as she told Tweek that breakfast was ready. Tweek curled up into his nest he made from yesterday.

“five more minutes…” Tweek cried out as he always does before burying his head into his pillow. Soaking in those comforting smells as he tried to sleep.

Sleep often alluded Tweek, sleep deprivation being a bitch and messing his sleep schedule something fierce, the twitchy blond would count it a blessing if he even managed an hour before he had to get ready for school. Yesterday was different however, the constant stress let him sleep like he was hibernating.

He was on and off sleep ever since Kenny left, a combination of not wanting to deal with the stress of presenting as an omega whilst also just feeling emotionally exhausted.

Haphazardly throwing on his clothes, not caring how sloppily he messed his buttons up today. No one would notice that his mess was messier than usual anyways. Tweek trekked down his stairs, groggy from oversleeping? Was that a thing? And somehow being tired despite sleeping most of yesterday.

When Tweek joined his parents happily eating their plate of pancakes and eggs, Tweek belatedly realized how much of an outcast he was even in his own home. Richard and Helen tweak, both looked like a loving couple from the 50’s and an eerily calming scent surrounding them. Tweek supposes they could be sending it out to calm Tweek as he was disheartened from his recent presenting as an omega, but when no one paid his panicky movements to sit down any mind- he somehow doubted they cared if he was dreading school today…

Tweek silently took his seat. His jittery hands and awkwardly stiff movements made his silverware clink and clank against his plate as he tried to get his limbs to cooperate with him “Get Tweek his coffee dear” his dad’s calm monotone voice rang out as he heard the coffee mug beside him get filled. Tweek smelt the calming smell of fresh coffee, letting the smell sit in his lungs before breathing out. 

“There’s nothing like a blend of Tweek’s coffee freshly brew- “Tweek groaned “Dad! Don’t advertise at the table please! I don’t want to hear about Tweek bros so early in the morning!” Like Tweek didn’t already live at the coffee house, Tweek was sure his parents cared more for the family business than they did the actual family. His dad if he was offended at Tweek's outburst didn't show it.

“D-Do I have to go to school Mom? Dad?” Tweek questioned as he looked between both of his parents, the desperation in his voice was ignored as they both calmly finished what was in their mouth before finally giving Tweek his answer “Yes. You can’t miss school over nothing” his dad answered before sipping at his coffee, looking like he was about to plug the business again but took another sip of his coffee instead, which Tweek was thankful for.

“B-bu-but everyone’s going to Gah! Know that I’m an omega!” Tweek wanted to use his scent blockers, wanted to run from his problems as he’s so good at. Only for his parents to spend most of yesterday talking him down like he was spooked cattle, listing how he’d get caught up in a lie and his friends wouldn’t care for liars to finally hitting the final nail in the proverbial coffin by stating that they refused to supply his needs in scent blockers if he didn’t use them unless he needed them (days leading up to his heats) as they’re needed to dampen the strong smell enough to get to someplace safe.

Tweek had half a mind to use them anyways, but the terrifying thoughts of having to come home from school without the scent blockers and having God knows what happen to him without them was too much pressure! Tweek hated how predictable he was to convince; his parents didn’t even stick around to hear what conclusion he came to and left with that chilling reality of fending for himself if he used them foolishly…

His anxiety must’ve been easy to pick up as his mother looked over at him with softening features as she simply asked, “You’re not going to live on those scent blockers are you sweetie?” at the question his dad looked over at him too and Tweek had to clench onto the fabric covering his chest in hopes of making it feel less restrictive “Ngh…” he groaned between gritted teeth “Why can’t I use them?” he asked miserably.

“Scent blockers aren’t cheap son” his dad felt the need to remind him “And if you feel so inclined to make life on us harder” he drawled and Tweek could already feel his blood chill at the words, he felt he knew what the other was going to say. Hoping to whatever deity that would listen to him that he’d be wrong like he usually was- but Tweek always had the worst of luck “we could always sell you into slavery” they made it sound so easy to sell someone into slavery. God! What if it was “Gah!”

“Knew you’d see it our way champ” His dad said in a false cheery voice before digging into his food again, his mother pretending Tweek wasn’t having an anxiety attack as she simply reminded him “Eat before your food gets cold dear.”

Tweek was thankful for not having to open the shop today. He hated walking to open alone. His parents content to let an adolescent boy walk the streets alone. The darkened streets a deathly calm that had Tweek wondering what was around each corner. He’d be up before the birds to get the weekly inventory from a pickup truck and forced to talk to some stranger. So nerve wracking… Thankfully the truck driver wasn’t a child napper as he would’ve been long gone by now, and was even a friend somewhat. Tweek made a habit of giving the tired man a free cupcake to maybe make his crappier day better. He hoped...

So now Tweek was walking to school at some ungodly hour, the doors to the school was no doubt still locked as it was only coming onto 6:50AM by the time he came onto school grounds. Tweek was nervous as he usually tended to be when left alone, but he just wanted out of his house and away from his parents.

Plus Tweek wanted to come to school early and hide to maybe mentally prepare himself for the torture to come and on the off chance that coming early meant he’d be left alone he’d take it.

Everyone was going to learn that he was an omega today…

Walking over to Stark Pond as school opens at 7:30AM at the earliest depending on weather the teachers were willing to sit around and wait for the children who almost always took a bus that got them to school at the last possible second. The perks of being a small town meant schedule was easy enough to follow, but it meant an inconvenience to those who liked to go against the norm like Tweek.

Tweek avoided the bus like a plague. Forced onto a small enclosure with a bunch of peers sounded like hell. There were the kids that never brushed in the morning making the whole thing reek of morning breath, the bullies who liked tripping people for shits and giggles and of course South Park’s biggest asshole group that was Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick. They were always up to something and seemed to drag the entirety of South Park into their bullshit one way or another.

Tweek was once their friend back in 4^th grade but was unceremoniously dropped when he wanted nothing to do with their bullshit. That was okay, less stress for him. They'd somehow rope him into things somehow anyways, but left him alone for the most part.

As Tweek walked past people running along their track, and people throwing a football around, Tweek wondered if the doors were open. Checking to make sure and disappointed to find they were indeed still locked. Gym teacher and the coaches of their sports team probably only opening up the gym for the teams... Starks Pond it was.

Passing the graffitied wall of what Tweek assumed was once a public washroom that was destroyed by the 6^th graders who littered the wall with penises. Tweek allowed himself to feel a calm at the crunch of freshly powered snow beneath his shoes. The sun was only just raising painting the sky in a beautiful gradient of light pink, yellows and blues from the night bleeding into morning. It was pretty. Calming.

The soothing sound of birds chirping keeping a lonely Tweek company as the twitchy blond came up to the bench that overlooked the now iced covered pond. Tweek made a sound in the back of his throat when he seen a figure on the bench. It could be a homeless person, God Tweek hoped not. The homeless people that lived on South Park’s streets were mean ex-drug addicts… Another option was an adult that had a bender last night, surprisingly common in this town as there wasn’t much to do except drink Tweek supposed.

Tweek made a wailing noise like a dying animal as he approached, no idea why he was feeling so brave as to approach aside from curiosity. An orange clad figure came into view giving Tweek pause. The faux fur lining the hood gave a sense of familiarity that had Tweek walk over with more confidence. It was, Kenny McCormick.

“Kenny?!” He squawked as he didn’t know if he should poke the other awake and ask what the hell, he was doing out here or wake the other up and not pry. Kenny was a mystery. Unlike his asshole group, he always seemed to be up to shit when the others would call it a day and go home like nothing happened. It was no secret that Kenny’s home life was kind of shit, once being taken into custody.

Just as Tweek decided to leave things be, maybe walk the long way around to go on the bench that was on the other side of the pond and maybe draw there. But a groan from the prone figure dashed that dream before it came to fruition as Kenny sat up to wipe at his eyes.

Fuck.

“Tweek? Fuck is that you?” 

“W-What are you doing sleeping here? Are you crazy!”

“Whu-” Kenny sleepily mumbled as he patted the spot next to him, Tweek taking it without much fanfare.

“D-Don-Don’t you know how dangerous it is to sleep out here?! There could be serial killers on the loose, and sleeping in such a secluded place is asking to be murdered and dragged into the woods man! O-Or the homeless could’ve taken your clothes from you and you would’ve been frozen to death!” Was Tweek overreacting? Maybe, he was told he did that often. But somehow Kenny and dying felt like it went together like glove and hand and Tweek was astonished at how careless the other could be.

When the other only laughed, Tweek was about to flip out and just scream when a hand on his shoulder nearly scared him from his skin “Tweekers. I appreciate the concern. But I wasn’t here long” somehow Tweek didn’t believe that, from what was visible of the other it seemed like his skin was adopting a bluer tint. Tweek wasn’t a medical expert but that can’t be a good sign. The fingers he felt seemed to drain what heat Tweek’s body had with cold.

“Good. I came today to make sure you didn’t die from yesterday, would suck if you lived only to die from hyperthermia” Tweek meant it wholeheartedly but when Kenny let out a laugh like the sentiment was wasted kind of stung. Maybe his delivery was too dry and came off sarcastic?

“What time is it? Why are you here so early?” Kenny asked as he threw his hands to rest on the wooden bench, letting his head fall back. Sounding like he was about to sleep again.

Tweek pulled his phone out “7:10” he supplied before putting it away again “And I came to hide before having to deal with the school finding out about me being an omega” Why was Tweek being so honest with Kenny was anyone’s guess. Maybe it’s because Kenny bothered to bother him yesterday when he could’ve easily just left him alone?

Kenny gave a hum, before shocking Tweek as he turned towards him to sniff. Tweek awkwardly looked around, wondering what the other wanted when he hummed again “No scent blockers, kind of expected them. At least you don’t smell as anxious as you did yesterday.” Ah. That was what Kenny was doing. Smelling him again.

“I wanted to use them” Tweek said in one breath as he pulled at the collar of his green shirt “but my parents threatened me about being sold into slavery if I misused them” fuck, Tweek needed to learn when to shut the fuck up. Why was his mouth suddenly deciding to become unfiltered?! Letting out an awkward laugh in hopes of making it seem like a joke he tacked on “They told me to save them for near my heats” was that too much information to give out to an alpha? No, surely Kenny knew right? He seemed like a guy to know just about everything about how things worked.

“I see” Kenny met his long-winded explanation with a short response. Tweek hated that. Made him feel like a fool 'You are a fool'

“Ngh! What are you doing out here?” Tweek asked without really caring in hopes of moving the conversation along, awkward lulls in conversations were one of his biggest anxiety triggers. Wondering if it was his turn to speak and fill the silence was too much.

“My parents” Kenny answered curtly as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pockets. Tweek tried not to gape at how a 5^th grader could get his hands on something like that, fought to not lecture the other on how that poisons your lungs and how big corporations make them intentionally addictive to capitalize off your addiction. And nodded despite the other not even looking at him before giving a “Uh-huh” awkwardly.

“Why were you sleeping on this bench though?” God. That made it seem like Tweek was wondering why he choose this bench to sleep on when there was dozen around town. That was a dumb question.

Kenny sighed as he blew out his smoke “They were fighting over stupid shit. Couldn’t take it.”

Tweek had the opposite problem with his parents, his parents were almost always on the same page it was unnerving. Made Tweek wonder if his parents were in a sort of hive mind. Tweek can’t remember the last time his parents got in a fight verbal or otherwise… But Tweek knew he was better off than Kenny when it came to parents, better to be mentally in anguish as you agonized over the possibility of your parents being apart of some cult than deal with yelling and physical altercations. What do you do in those situations?!

“I needed to get out of there. But I wish I could’ve got Karen out…” Tweek jolted where he was sitting. Tweek forgot Kenny had a younger sibling. Remembers always seeing her at school in the halls, but kind of forgetting that she had a connection to Kenny. Not like he talked much with the McCormick’s in general, but it was chilling to be reminded of what the seemingly sweet little girl had to deal with at home.

Kenny stood up with a glare “But I know that she’d be safer in that hellhole than out here.” The other sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything and Tweek didn’t comment. Not knowing what to do in these kinds of situations. Comforting words felt like empty words, sweeping it under a rug somewhere so you didn’t have to deal with it. Offering help was way out of Tweek’s scope as he can barely get his own shit together.

“Cupcake?” he questioned stupidly making Kenny pause and look over at him. Tweek yelped, he didn’t even know why he asked. Just wanting to do something!

“Why don’t you give her a cupcake as an apology?” he bullshits easily enough before smiling “I could give you one. I work at Tweek bros!” he needlessly explained and mentally face palmed. The coffee shop was named after him, of course he worked there.

“Thanks, but I don’t need charity” Kenny spat like the offer was venom, and Tweek wanted to cringe out of existence for his words being taken so poorly.

“Not charity…” Tweek mumbled “It’ll be free. But not charity…” his mouth kept moving for some god damn reason “I like to practice making art on my cupcakes. Small things” Kenny turned towards him now, giving him a questioning look and Tweek felt cold sweat drip from his temple. Jesus, why did he struggle getting the proper words out?

“The one’s I practice on usually never see the display case. My dad seeing no value in them… But he doesn’t stop me from doing it” He was rambling, someone stop him! “So, I give them to the seniors at the senior center or bring them to the kindergarten for snacks! Gah! My dad always makes me promote our business- but it Ngh. Means I have a lot of leftover cupcakes sometimes… so, letting Karen have one is like… Ngh, no big.”

A delighted smell washed from Kenny, one Tweek was in awe to say was close to Relief? Refreshed? That made him meet the other’s equally awe-struck expression.

“Thank you Tweek” the genuine emotion made Tweek blank on what to do.

“Don’t thank me! It’s not a charity remember?” Tweek all but screamed, stars why couldn’t Tweek just take a thanks without being weird?

Kenny laughed “I didn’t know you were such an altruist” he chuckled and Tweek wondered if screwing around and making stupid snowmen on cupcakes equated being an altruist, but didn't question it “I’m sure she’ll love them. When should I stop by?”

Tweek let out an awkward smile “How about I give them to you when I do my weekly pick ups?” Tweek asked, planning on making it a thing. From what Tweek knew of Karen, he thinks she deserves some nice treats “But for now, how about?” Tweek drawled “Ngh… After school?” Tweek questioned, the end of his question pitching up as he twitched hard enough that his head snapped to the left.

“You’re okay” Kenny gave Tweek’s shoulder a hard pat almost causing the shorter blond to fall while he laughed. Asshole “If someone picks on you for being an omega, I’ll kick their ass” he exclaimed happily like what he said wasn’t terrifying at all.

“You don’t have to” Tweek sighed. Not wanting any special attention. Kenny sticking up for him? That was bound to draw a LOT of attention onto him. Like hell he wanted one part of the asshole quartets to play knight in shining armor to him. Recipe for disaster…

When Kenny said nothing and just walked towards the school Tweek resigned himself to fate.

Tweek awkwardly shuffled into school, the doors finally having opened. Barely anyone was in the halls, except for the nerdy kids who came to school early or the jocks who came early for practice and whatever it was that the athletes did before school.

Thankfully luck was on Tweeks side as they paid him and his scent no mind. Tweek really wishing that he asked Kenny about his smell while he had the chance because now, he was overly self-conscious about it. He didn’t want people to like it but didn’t want others to make fun of how he smelled if it was bad. A dilemma indeed.

Another dilemma caused from his parents were that they fully planned on taking advantage of his omega status “Get a good alpha early son” his father’s calm voice echoed in his head “Maybe a good male alpha… You know how high female alpha standards are” his mothers voice stuck the most because fuck. A male alpha? Yeah right.

When Tweek put his bag into his locker and took out his books for math, he noticed how many students were pilling in. The early bus must’ve come then. Tweek seen Wendy, no doubt she came early for student council. Jimmy was also here early, Tweek knew the guy played an instrument. Maybe he was here for that? Damn, Tweek wanted to try be in band. Maybe next year?

Tweek debated just going to class and inconveniencing his math teacher with his presences just to give him more time to prepare for the onslaught of bullying incoming. Tweek was probably making a big deal over nothing but it just seemed like everyone cared about him being omega? Always acknowledging him as being or about to be one? What if they just stopped caring? Would Tweek find comfort in that?

Tweek sighed, putting in one of his headphones to play some random song he wasn’t paying much attention too. Just trying to keep his mind busy with anything else besides his anxiety.

“Hey” A deep nasally voice spooked him, already knowing who it was before turning as slowly as possible to delay the inevitable.

Craig Fucking Tucker.

What was he doing here so early?! Tweek begrudgingly knew Craig’s schedule if only because his eyes seemed to be drawn to the taller black-haired kid. He hated him yes, but Craig strolling into whatever class was first always 15 minutes late like he didn’t care and flip the teacher off when they commented on his tardiness, it was kind of hard to ignore.

His scent was that of a slight ocean breeze and smelt heavily of petrichor. Tweek didn’t want to admit how much he liked the smell. Soothing, grounding and comforting. His omega side was well pleased with the other’s scent. Much to Tweek’s discomfort.

“Hey?” He asked back, confused why the hell was he even talking to him?!

“You’re in my way” the other supplied, and Tweek let out a sigh of relief. Of course, he was in way of his locker… Somehow relieved, Tweek took a step to the side and scrolled through his music to find something more calming. Heavy metal wasn’t exactly soothing his frayed nerves now.

Just as Tweek was about to leave and head to math “Tweek” God. What did he want now? Didn’t he hate him?

When Tweek turned to ask him what he wanted, arms suddenly wrapped around him, and his brain ceased functioning. Trying to figure out what 1+1 equated to, when he seen more than felt as Kenny coming from seemingly nowhere to rip Craig from him.

Tweek’s mind was still a bit shook, so he heard them arguing without hearing. But in his sights, he seen that the people coming into school and people passing by stopped to watch the whole thing go down. Not wanting to deal with this shit Tweek gently pushed Kenny out of the way.

“It’s fine” he blatantly lied as he without thinking, wrapped his arms around Craig’s neck and fucking. Nuzzled him. Tweek blamed his omega side before abruptly walking away. More than a little embarrassed.

Fuck Kenny for defending him. Fuck Craig for doing that outside the locker room where he was at least expecting that shit. And Fuck Tweek for nuzzling Craig Tucker… If his day wasn’t going to be shit before. It was going to be hell now.

Craig was an alpha. An alpha who would probably take offense to Tweek’s scent clinging to him. He was dead, Tweek was sure.

Now was an important time to question himself.

Did he want open or closed casket? And what  the hell went into a will? 

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Craig Tucker grew up in an alpha-dominating presenting household. His father and his mother were both alphas making their offspring more likely to present as alpha. The Tuckers according to his father were alphas born and raised, it was something his father prided himself in. Uncle Skeeters was an alpha, and his cousin Red recently presented as such herself.

To say Craig felt a lot of pressure over what he’d present as was an understatement. Making matters worse was before he even presented his father treated him as another alpha. Harsh teachings, even harsher critique. It was rough, but Craig didn’t want his father to go easy on him either as that felt like another form of pity, something Craig didn’t need.

It’s why he acted so entitled before he got papers to confirm what his secondary gender was. He was expecting to be an alpha, so he was acting like it.

Craig liked to tinker with his bike. He decided to try dismantling and reassemble the parts without any help. No real reason aside from his dad seemed to think working on stuff was alpha stuff. He talked about Craig one day building his own car so why not start small and work his way up?

And if engineering helped Craig become an alpha. Who was to say? Certainly, wouldn’t hurt his chances.

“Why do I have to help you make a nest? I’m going to be an alpha” Craig said with certainty as Tricia made him hand her things for her nest. Blankets, shirts from their parent’s wardrobe and pillows from the living room cluttering her floor as Craig passed his sister random items. Craig had a feeling his dad would be upset that he was helping with this at all, but he could always blame his sister. His father always had a soft spot for the youngest Tucker.

"Because why not?" Tricia retorted back "You like to build stuff. Nest building is like that?" Craig scoffed, they both knew how wrong that statement was. Tricia flipped him off in response but didn't defend her claim.

“Shut up. Girls love an alpha who help make a nest.” Tricia recently developed a strange habit of practicing her nest building, a habit our mother encouraged as any female was expected to make nests regardless of secondary gender. Craig silently recalled how a twitchy blonde also had that habit and was bullied relentless for it. But kept his mouth shut, men and nests were a can of worms Craig didn’t want any part of. He wasn’t a social justice warrior, and he wasn’t going to act like one.

“Girls love an alpha who help make a nest” echoed in Craig’s mind. when an idea stuck and occupied his mind. Was that why Tweek practiced nest building? To help his mate make one? Suddenly, the idea didn’t seem so foolish, but once again Craig was reminded of harsh reality. Tweek still painted that target on his back by foolishly and openly practicing nest building. Craig still remembers seeing the spaz making one out in the school yard during lunch, a tiny one that only consisted of his winter coat he's outgrown and the hoodie he wore that day leaving him in his signature misbuttoned shirt to freeze in the winter weather. Nobodys things thrown in the mix as he was already dubbed the freaky-twitchy kid. 

Craig wouldn't lie and say he wasn't curious what went into nest building and what made a nest so great though. Watching his bitch of a little sister meticulously weave blankets and shirts together, pillows lining the rim of the nest and fusing over fluffing the base, it felt like an artform Craig wasn't privy too. He did maybe want to try making one, if only to have a nice place to chill... Would it be strange if he asked Tweek to make one with him? That seemed overly intimate for Craig's liking, but fuck if a soon-to-be-alpha could dream. 

“You should give me something of yours Craig” Tricia broke him from his thoughts as he hummed at her. She huffed “Your stuff. Nests are supposed to have comforting smells of both family and friends” Tricia explained like she had to for a toddler, Craig flipped her off but went to get some of the old shit in his closet anyways. Grabbing a faded shirt of a Rocketship he hasn’t worn since 2nd grade and handed it to her.

Friends huh? So nests didn't consist of just the mate's things huh? Craig supposed it should've been obvious- Tricia hasn't even presented yet and was making a nest. Although it got confusing when you added practice into the mess. Would Tweek see Craig asking for his help of making a nest together as a invitation for friendship? Or would it be seen as weird? 

Tricia rolled her eyes at him but accepted his shirt with a huffed “Only one?” before Craig handed her the rest of the shirts and blankets his sister gathered in silence.

When Craig presented as an alpha, it didn’t change much of his habitual nature. His dad before he even presented showed him the ropes, already assuming his secondary gender. Craig was fine with it now, but at the time where he was uncertain- It scared the shit out of him. what if he presented beta? Would his dad be disappointed? Worst yet, what if he was the outlier and presented as omega? Would his father still love him? 

If Craig were being honest, he’d have rather been a beta. At least then he’d have less societal expectations thrusted upon him and less having to deal with the popularity that came prepacked for simply being an alpha. Craig wasn’t as popular as many believed him to be, remembering the list that ranked boys from cute to ugly back in 4th grade came to mind. Craig recalls being at least lower than 10. But didn’t care enough to remember exactly what number he came in at, only caring that he beat that fat piece of shit Eric Cartman.

Although strangely enough Craig remembers Tweek coming in at number 8. 

The morning he went to school after presenting was a swamp of scents. Girls wanting a chance at a date despite not giving him the time of day before, people wanting to be friends for some god damn reason despite Craig not speaking to them before. It was exhausting to say the least. And more than a little insulting that Craig needed to be at the top of the social hierarchy for them to glance his way.

But it was whatever.

Tweek ignored him, no fake congratulations on account of being an alpha now. Craig was thankful for that at least. It was expected that he wouldn’t be acknowledged though, the spaz seemed to want to fade into the background despite sticking out like a sore thumb without trying. His twitches catch your eye in a room of people holding still while listening to boring lectures, his tics of “Gah!” and “Ngh!” in the dead silence of taking the weekly quizes was bound to turn some heads.

And of course, there was the talk of secondary genders. People stereotyping him into a box labelled ‘omega’ and teasing the twitchy fuck about it to make the poor kid’s life miserable. Was Craig sorry for him? Yeah. Tweek was okay in Craig’s book despite their first real interaction starting with a fight orchestrated by Stan’s group.

Craig scoffed at the memory of how stupid it all was. Craig getting offended that Tweek said something about his beloved guinea pig Strip #3. Maybe Craig was still offended on the rodent’s behalf. Back when Craig was still unpresented his father hated his pet. Saying how an alpha doesn’t have such a cutesy pet. Like what pet you had played a major role in what secondary gender you got. Craig of back then believed it, because why would his father steer him wrong?

It was kind of funny to recall though. The fight itself was better than he thought it would be. Both he and Tweek admitting that they haven’t fought prior and ending up hospitalized? They even fought again IN the hospital; his father was so proud of him.

Craig from that point on stuck to fighting. He took up boxing since Tweek had some killer hooks he wanted to replicate. Maybe hoping Tweek would still be taking lessons to maybe talk to him? Craig kind of sucked at making friends outside his social circle. It’s why he was stuck with an obnoxious Clyde Donovan, someone who was his friend since kindergarten. And Tolkien took a liking to Craig for some unknown reason after he befriended Clyde, Craig was kind of thankful for that as Craig thought Tolkien was cool.

Jimmy invited himself into their mix and fit right in. His offensive humor was unexpected but nice. It made Craig laugh and he was nice enough. Perhaps a little to girl crazy for his liking, but that’s why Clyde was there. To save him from those kind of talks as he tuned them out.

All was right with the world and the fact that almost all his friends were alpha didn’t cause any problems. His father taught them ways to work out their alpha aggression with rough housing. Friendly, competitive and taught them to fight. What wasn’t to love? Craig hated it, but if it meant he got his territorial urges under control he’ll deal with it.

“You smell of coffee” his pestering sister commented one day while Craig was watching Red Racer. He was tempted to just ignore her until she went away but decided to flip her off instead. Not needing to look over to find her finger raised as well.

“Is it that Tweeker kid?” She questioned because it seemed like she was only good at being nosy. Craig sighed. He wasn’t proud to admit he had a bit of a problem. A problem involving Tweek.

He started hugging the twitchy spaz. Why? Hell, if he knew, people were speculating Tweek of being an omega and hugging him so he figured he might as well do it too. Since he was an alpha, it might be expected of him. The day after he presented and left the kid alone, Eric strolled on over to him asking if Craig thought he was a better alpha than him. Craig did think he was better than Eric but kept it to himself and asked what he was talking about instead.

“You won’t win points by playing the virtuous alpha you know?” and instantly Craig knew what the other was getting at. But paused at the implication. Was Eric stating he wouldn’t get points with Tweek? Or the general public? Why was it confusing to start with? Fuck.

“So, I’ll just hug him?” He questioned, because why the fuck would he? He didn’t even hug his family who he had blood ties with. The last time he was hugged was when he was five and got into a bad wipeout on his bike and even that hug barely lasted before it was over.

“Yeah. It’s fucking funny watching the spaz jump” Eric said like it was obvious. And how could one argue with such sound logic?

So, when he hugged Tweek, he laughed. Because it seemed like Tweek had his same problem of having no hugs growing up. The spaz honest to God nearly jumped out of his skin. Clyde laughed along with him, Jimmy having a good chuckle while Tolkien gave a sigh.

And Craig noticed the coffee smell lingering onto his clothes. It wasn’t Tweek’s scent, although it could be from how often the twitchy blonde drank the stuff. But Tweek hasn’t presented yet although he was likely due in some time. Nothing else in his house smelt of coffee. Thomas Tucker despite claiming coffee was a man’s drink, didn’t touch the stuff. Sticking to beers and water and nothing in between. Laura Tucker stuck to milk and juices, her alpha pride showing as she refused to drink anything other than what she provided her family. A nice gesture, and something Craig used to remind himself that they were still family despite sticking to their rooms whenever they could.

Craig’s inner alpha took pride in a smell that could easily be somebody’s scent lingering onto his person. Some alpha’s took pride in their scent having nothing mixed in, clearly that wasn’t Craig. As he was already fully intending on making hugging Tweek a thing, regardless of how uncomfortable it made the other.

Was it a dick move? Yeah. Would Tweek hate him for it? Most likely. But Craig was already looking forward to the coffee scent sticking to his clothes to stop. He even used his sisters meddling to smell it again, ignoring her “Ugh!” as he turned his attention back to Red Racer.

It’s not like Tweek and him were friends. The spaz could think he was making fun of him for all Craig cared. Sure, he wanted to try and befriend the loner ever since their fight but that wasn’t exactly panning out so Craig would settle for the next best thing.

Bullying him.

That was something he knew how to do. Making friends was hard.

“Craig?” His mother called out, Craig jumped a little and was more shocked at his reaction than his mother’s soft voice. When he looked at her questioning stare, he realized he fell asleep while he still had his hoodie covering his nose with a slight flush. Craig knew it wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t even Tweek’s scent, but it was still embarrassing.

Not alpha behavior he chided himself.

“Yeah?” He asked, hoping she wouldn’t mention it and was glad when his mother just told him that he should go up to his room and work on homework while she got started on dinner, never happier for the out given to him, he all but leap up the stairs and found solace in Stripe #4 soft fur.

When Tweek didn’t show up to school one day, Craig was mildly concerned but didn’t let it show. He didn’t know why he was bothering with hiding it, wasn’t like anyone would link his worry to that spaz’s absence anyways. But it never hurt to be sure. And faking indifference was one of his strong suits.

The school day carried on uninteresting, nothing to look forward to when gym rolled around and ending uneventfully.

Although when Craig got home, Jimmy messaged their group chat something interesting regarding Tweek and his absence from school. Turns out the boy was at home. And that Kenny was seen falling from his window? Craig thought Jimmy was fucking with them, but a blurry snap of Kenny McCormick walking with presumably a limp from the proclaimed fall out of Tweek Tweak’s window, the evidence was there.

What the fuck?

Craig tried not to think about it too much, what the spaz did in his spare time with who wasn’t his concern. But Craig had to silently judge his choice of company as Kenny was a notoriously awful alpha. He’d submit easily enough if he didn’t want to put up a fight, his father called that a disgraceful display as an alpha, and Craig was inclined to agree.

The day after Craig was surprised to see the spaz at school early, he probably shouldn’t be as it was honestly more surprising that Craig himself was early. He had a bit of a reputation of being late. Him and Kenny having an unspoken battle on who would wind up with the worst attendance record. Craig regretted having to leave the house early because his sister loved making his life miserable and having him walk her to school early so she could scout the music room out, wanting to join band her next year and wanting to scope out the many choices available.

“I don’t know why your bothering Trish. You won’t join” Craig was confident in that. Tricia for all she claimed otherwise, cared about the public opinion. And joining band for some reason, was seen as uncool.

“I’ll join to spite you dick” Tricia maturely retorted making Craig snort.

He met Jimmy just outside as he stayed in the cold a bit longer, needing to wake up fully in order to deal with the day and its bullshit to come before he headed into the school.

Tweek was at his locker, the locker besides his.

Tweek looked to just be finished putting his things away, keeping his math book in his arm as he plugged a headphone into one of his ear. What sounded to be like heavy metal blasting through the bud loud enough that Craig didn’t even need to be standing next to the twitchy blonde to be able to tell.

He walked until he stood behind the other, surprised when the other didn’t seem to notice him standing there. Craig was often told how strong his scent could be and he never bothered to smother it any. He tried coughing in hopes of getting the others attention and when he was still given nothing was when he finally said screw it.

“Hey” his voice rang out, Tweek took his time in turning around. It was almost comical.

“Hey?” Tweek questioned the greeting back, looking on guard. And Craig could only imagine why. Craig was essentially bullying the kid, made sense. Didn’t make it sting any less though.

“You’re in front of my locker” he stated, watching as the others tensed up shoulders laxed at that. And that’s when he smelt him. A sweet and spicy scent. Hazelnut and cinnamon, an interesting combination that was anything but boring. Wendy’s was Lavender and rain, a nice if not boring smell in his opinion. Craig much preferred Tweek’s scent. But he’d take that to his grave…

Tweek stepped off to the side but didn’t leave yet. Craig happy to get the chance to smell his scent a little while longer. Omega his mind supplied for him despite not needing too. Should he congratulate him? No matter how he went about it Tweek would think he was making fun of him though… But the smell was so interesting that a congratulation felt in order? Was that weird? Probably to a jumpy omega like Tweek…

Ugh. This was why Craig didn’t talk with omegas, felt so awkward.

Tweek was suddenly leaving. Shit.

“Tweek” he called out, not planning much past that and cursing when the other was turning to face him. When he all but panicked and brought the other in for a hug Craig was aware he royally fucked himself here 'Hugging?'Really' his mind taunted his screw up. Craig inwardly cursed, knowing that hugging was a bad move. Tweek was going to flip. But then he jolted and seemed to pause. No doubt surprised at the action.

This close Craig’s nose scrunched, a familiar scent wafting. Distracting Craig as he knew that smell on Tweek’s shoulder. Kenny McCormick’s smell. Ugh, the other alpha’s scent was tainting an otherwise lovely scent.

Almost like smelling his scent summoned the man himself he was yanked unceremoniously away from the newly presented omega by none other than Kenny. Craig didn’t bother to hide his snarl; he always hated the guy.

“What do you think you’re doing Tucker?” and that was an excellent question that Craig didn’t have an answer for.

Deflection “What do you want McCormick?” he questioned back, feeling no need to justify his action to the other and sure as hell not feeling the need to explain himself to the other alpha either.

“I want to know why the fuck you’re hugging Tweek like that” he said in a hushed whisper, no doubt trying to keep things as private as he could in a school hallway. The sentiment was appreciated as Craig sure as hell didn’t want to deal with the backlash of hugging an omega in the middle of a fucking hallway. Craig clearly crossed Tweek’s boundaries as he seemed to be in a middle of a malfunction.

Tweek surprised both the alphas when he gently pushed Kenny aside and made his way over to Craig “It’s fine” he stated almost robotically, the blunt way Tweek spoke felt odd, so monotone for the usually high-strung omega.

Time seemed to slow, but that notion was ridiculous though, wasn’t it? When Craig felt more than seen as the smaller blonde wrapped his arms around his neck. Suddenly the many eyes on them felt irrelevant when Tweek, nuzzled him. Into his neck and holy shit. Why did Craig like that?

Before he could even relish the feeling, it was gone as abruptly, Tweek stomping off as Craig was hit with his scent mixed with heavy embarrassment and dread. Craig found the smell interesting yet again, Tweek seemed to never run out of emotions to share with the world.

Fuck. 

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Kenny has no idea what he bared witness to. Craig hugging Tweek? And Tweek hugging back and nuzzling the guy? It felt like a feverdream, like it was something Kenny conjured up despite the very real crowd of people breaking out to murmurs sharing Kenny’s confusion on what the fuck just happened.

Kenny had access to the latest drama about to run rampant in the school. He could perhaps talk and comfort the omega into sharing his side of everything. Kenny doubts he’d have much regarding why it was happening, but his perspective of it all was bound to be interesting regardless. Tweek was known to freak out and had a paranoid personality; Kenny recalling the other’s insistence on the existence of gnomes.

Kenny could also confront Craig, ask him what the fuck he planned on doing by making Tweek confused. Maybe beat the other alpha up if he was taking the whole bully Tweek thing too far (as was probably the case) Craig Tucker was an asshole.

Because Kenny liked drama a bit too much he figured he’d see Tweek first, tease the fuck out of Craig with whatever he found out depending on Tweek’s response and watch the chaos unfold. Kenny had a feeling something was going to happen today. He wanted front row seats.

“Kenny?” a voice brought Kenny from his thoughts.

“Hey Butters” He greeted easily enough. Having a good inside chuckle that he thought of chaos and the professors alter ego happened to show up.

“Gosh, do you know what happened just now?” His bubbly voice questioned as the two stared off down the hall of where one Tweek Tweak escaped to.

“Who knows with these two?” Kenny shrugged, he wanted to know himself, but he couldn’t drag Butters into this mess. Kenny was going undercover, hoping to keep his friends in the dark about his inclusion if he can. He could claim he stepped up for Tweek as a spur of the moment, not like his friends would care much anyways besides maybe Cartman as he always felt the need to pry.

Tweek hadn’t meant to come hide out in the bathroom stalls. It just kind of happened, Tweek fully intended on hiding out in class. Hiding in plain sight. But his thoughts became too loud, and Tweek opted for the security that came from rocking back and forth on the toilet seat to that of the classroom desk. Yes, this is exactly where Tweek wanted to be. A second away from a full on anxiety attack, alone with the smell of urine.

Tweek yelped when he heard the door open, praying that if he kept quiet that he’d be ignored despite knowing someone could probably smell that he was here, no doubts his smell of shame and embarrassment were clouding the entire bathroom if his scent was affected by his fucking emotions.

“Tweekers”

Tweek relaxed, the familiar voice making Tweek feel at ease.

“What?!” Tweek squawked.

“Do you know what happened back there?” Tweek supposed it was a good question. One Tweek wanted answers too as well, everything was so confusing.

Tweek suddenly throws open the stall, almost slamming it into Kenny’s face if he didn’t take a step back when he seen his shoes near the door. Tweek’s tears fell from his face, rolling down slightly chubby cheeks since he haven’t lost all his baby fat yet.

Tweek hugs Kenny, and Kenny wonders if Tweek was naturally clingy? First Craig, now Kenny. The taller blonde was going to say something, but the sheer sadness that clung to Tweek’s scent had him wrapping arms around the distressed omega. Releasing a comforting scent to hopefully help the other calm down before he entered hysterics.

“I hugged Craig!” Tweek bawled, taking in heaving breaths as he tried to calm himself, Kenny nearly headbutting Tweek when he attempted to stop the panicked omega from nuzzling him too.

“I know it’s a sensitive topic…” Kenny cursed his lack of tact as he was just going to be blunt “But you’re trying to scent me.” Normally it wouldn’t matter, and Kenny would allow any omega to scent him should they so please, hell even Kyle scented with him platonically. Omegas really did like scenting.

Kenny tried not to curse when Tweek intentionally fell away from him, head banging against the stall as if Tweek couldn’t be away from the alpha fast enough. Damn Tweekers really had a scenting phobia? Was that even a thing? Everyone Kenny knew liked it, even the fat ass acted embarrassed when his mother made him scent her before he left the house (his scent says he enjoys it, but everyone left it alone.)

Suddenly the gravity of the situation hit Kenny. Tweek spewing in self-loathing, scenting his supposed safe space in negative emotions like dread, panic, distress and even hated. The self-destructing behavior of going against his nature as an omega to invite a stranger into his safe space to how badly the scenting pranks seemed to have taken its mental toll on the recently presented omega.

Kenny was really going to have to confront Craig now.

“Ngh! I thought he only hugged me in the locker room! Gah!!” Tweek nearly screamed, Kenny glad they were the only ones in here “If Craig fucking hugs me in the locker rooms again… Ngh!” Tweek sounded frustrated, overtly so. Kenny couldn’t blame him “I’ll beat the s-shit out of him! I’m tired of being pushed around. If I get kicked from school, I’ll always have my job at my family’s business. I won’t become homeless!”

Kenny almost laughed at the kid’s imagination, Tweek wouldn't get expulsion with a single fight. Craig got in plenty, and he was somehow still here. Tweek had nothing to worry about. And although Kenny knew he shouldn’t be throwing gasoline on a fire, Kenny figures Craig would deserve what’s coming to him and would consider it a win to watch Craig get his ass handed to him should Tweek win.

“Fuck him up Tweek.”

After Kenny convinced Tweek to leave the bathroom, Kenny escorted him to math class. Opting to lean against the door as he waited for a certain chullo wearing guy. When the bell rang, Kenny made no move. Knowing the bastard might’ve skipped, he still hung around outside the doors.

Hoping to not have to track the fucker down, when he seen the boy was walking over. Craig looked moody. Kenny wondered how to approach this. If he tried to come off as nonchalant the other was certain to walk right past him. If he was too confrontational a fight could break out, Kenny didn’t feel like dealing with alpha bullshit and didn’t feel like fighting over alpha dominance.

Kenny pushed away from the wall, hand on Craig’s shoulder to prevent the other (who flipped him off) from blowing past him and sighed “We need to talk” in a seriousness that startled even Kenny, he was going for 'serious-enough-to-not-be-ignored'. That came off as more of a 'this-is-world-ending-serious'. Not his intention, but it made Craig stop trying to shove past him.

“About what? You’re the last person I want to talk with” Craig admitted with a grunt. But didn’t protest and followed behind Kenny who was leading him to where the Goths usually hung out.

“I know. Trust me, the feelings mutual” Kenny usually didn’t mind Craig, fuck half the time he was chill with the other alpha despite his bullshit hypermasculine alpha bullshit. Kenny knew the guy's dad, of course Craig acted like being an alpha was all that. But this shit was getting out of hand.

When they stepped into the chilly air of South Park, Kenny tried to bask in the refreshing atmosphere for Craig to huff “Out with-it McCormick.”

Kenny chuckled, leave it to Craig to cut the bullshit “Leave Tweek alone” he stated bluntly. Tweek deserved better than to be subjugated to omega bullying. Fuck Butters was a better candidate for that shit since at least Butters didn’t loath being an omega like Tweek seemed too. Even Kyle, despite having an alpha’s personality and pride didn’t hate the fact that he presented as an omega.

“Why are you acting like his keeper?” Craig asked critically, almost judgemental. Kenny let it slide off him easily enough.

“Because alphas are supposed to act like an omegas keeper” Kenny personally didn’t subscribe to such old-fashioned ways of thinking, but Kenny didn’t say it because he believed it- he knew that the other wouldn’t deny it. 

“And you’re being a dick dude. Tweek doesn’t deserve that” And Kenny meant it. Tweek despite his awkward and outlandish personality was kind and genuine in a way that made Kenny want to protect him, not because of status- but because he saw a bit of Karen in him. Odd since Karen wasn’t nearly as jittery as the other. But once the connection had formed, it had been cemented that Tweek deserved nice things.

“Fuck off” Craig swore, but Kenny noticed his look of resign. How his eyes avoided him, and wondered if Craig shared Kenny’s sentiment?

Now Kenny was interested in that. Why the hell was Craig picking on Tweek specifically when he didn’t seem to hold malice towards the twitchy blonde?

“Was that all you wanted to talk about?” Craig asked, finally shooting Kenny a glare.

"Just wanted to give you a heads up. You may be an insufferable asshole. But Tweek says if you hug him in gym today, he’ll kick your ass.”

Craig hmphed “I’d like to see the spaz try.” Ah. So, Craig instead of doing the logical thing and backing off was doubling down? Why raise the stakes if he didn’t have a motive, a reason to raise the stakes? Kenny knew better than to try get answers from the other alpha. Craig was a secretive asshole.

He couldn’t wait for gym.

The bell chimed, the two having officially skipped out on math without meaning too. Kenny smirked over at a furious looking Craig. With math over, meant it was now officially gym.

Showtime.

“My bet’s on Tweek” he gave a hard pat on Craig's shoulder before making his way inside.

“Quit fucking with me Craig!” Shoving his way out of the mocking hug to twirl and face the other Tweek glared, hoping to look intimidating at least a little before barking “Keep hugging me and I’ll fucking fight you man!” Tweek doesn’t know why he was so angry this time around. Craig didn’t even seem to be doing it because he was an omega this time. No laughs were shared. Maybe it had to do with Tweek fucking nuzzling Craig this morning but something about this was pissing the omega off.

“What’s your problem spaz?” Craig met Tweek’s with a more intimidating glare, enough to almost make Tweek regret standing up for himself and to simply beg for forgiveness. Tweek noted the lack of surprise at his outburst, it seemed like the other was almost expecting it? Was Craig screwing around with him to see how long he could endure it for!? Asshole!!

“Let’s all calm down” Kenny was the one to insert himself between the two who were locked in a heated glare staring contest that both refused to break “Tweek I’m sure he wasn’t mocking you for being an omega” Kenny pointed out what Tweek already figured.

But this was hell. Everyone was looking at him. This was a fucking joke, right? Craig was being an asshole.

Why else would he hug him after presenting as an omega? They had a joke he wasn’t privy to. They must think this fucking hilarious, Clyde and Tolkien and hell even Jimmy must’ve been giggling amongst themselves someplace Tweek couldn’t see.

Anger.

Frustration.

Betrayal.

“Why the hell is he hugging me then man!” Tweek clenched his fist, his anger no doubt filling the room at this point. Kenny after inserting himself into this argument seemed to fuck off, maybe deciding it was too much for him to handle? Or general disinterest? Tweek wasn't sure but cursed the taller blonde anyways.

“Craig’s hugged you before twitch” Clyde pointed out, glaring at the omega “Why are you freaking out over nothing?” Tweek almost saw red from that stupid comment. Freaking out over unwanted scents on his person was to be expected right?! Now Tweek was able to smell that asshole’s scent on his back. It made Tweek feel on edge and Tweek had to fight the urge to turn around and see if another Craig was standing behind him. But if it was true to him, surely Craig smelt his scent on him as well… He was right to be mad. But so was Tweek damnit.

“Shut up Clyde” Craig was the one to speak, Clyde gave his friend a quick look of betrayal before stepping back.

“I’m not making fun of you” Craig tried to reassure poorly, it didn’t convince Tweek one bit, however.

“Gah! Then Ngh… Why the fuck do you only hug me?” that was the million-dollar question. Tweek could smell how unadulterated Craig's scent was, alarming Tweek and off-putting him at once. No scent that could indicate it could be coming from his family, just a smell that smelt of Craig and now a bit of what Tweek could only imagine as his own scent coming off the other.

Everyone’s attention went to Craig at the observation, like it changed everything. A tense silence as Tweek huffed.

“I don’t just hug you” Craig sounded defensive as he quickly reached behind him and gave Clyde a quick side hug before shoving him away again, Tweek following the action before glaring at Craig again. Not buying the half assed lie.

Kyle tried to change topics, stating they should really get ready for gym, typical banter followed as Cartman piped up telling the Jew to shut the fuck up and telling him not to be a bitch. Tweek and Craig both ignored the outburst before Butters put a hand on Tweek’s shoulder telling him to forget it. But Tweek quickly knocked his hand from him as Craig continued to glare at him. Tweek would be damned if he ever backed down from this prick.

“You think I want your scent on me spaz?” the other asked incredulously, making Tweek’s eyes widen a bit. No, he didn’t think the asshole wanted his scent on him, never thought about why the other would bother hugging him at all. He thought it was simply a form of bullying.

“Dude, calm down” Tolkien tried to pull Craig away from the mounting tension, probably sensing that something would happen without an intervention “Let’s just go” he tried to reason for Craig to shrug his hand from him.

“It’s nothing special.”

Indignation.

Upset.

Loathing.

“Come on man” Clyde stood before Craig shoving at his friend’s shoulder, but Craig stood firmly staring right at Tweek with almost emotionless eyes “Not like it smells good” and that made the other shoe drop.

Tweek calmly walked over to the other, a smile on his face as he pushed a confused Clyde aside before sweeping at Craigs legs with enough force to make the other fall to his back, guaranteeing it with a hand planted onto the other’s forehead to nearly slam the other down. Knowing he couldn't back down Tweek wasted no time in straddling the other’s abdomen to punch him in the jaw.

Craig seemed shocked at the first punch, enough force to snap his head to the side. No doubt having not seen it coming Tweek gave another punch to the other’s face with a snarl before the other pushed him off.

Cheers erupted from the crowd as a fight broke off “Tweek vs Craig part two!” Eric exclaimed obnoxiously. Kyle elbowing the fat ass with a hissed "Shut up, stop encouraging this!"

“Fucking asshole!” Craig growled as he slammed Tweek’s face into the gym lockers by his hair. The impact making Tweek’s face go numb before pain flooded his senses.

“You’re the fucking asshole, dick!” Tweek retorted slamming the back of his head into the other’s chin when Craig held him firmly into the cold metal and elbowing the alpha in the stomach as he broke away from him. Seizing the other up and watching carefully on what the asshole would do next.

Craig spat some blood from his mouth, rubbing at his chin glaring at Tweek all the while. Appearing to seize what Tweek would do next as well. Tweek fought the urge to roll his eye, wiping at his nose that he knew was bleeding now.

Was this a fucking stand-off? Tweek wondered bitterly as they once again stared each other down. All that was needed was the cliché of walking a mini circle around each other. Tweek decided to just jump at the other, grabbing the asshole’s chullo strings to pull it over the other’s eyes before wrapping his arms around the other’s neck and dragging him down into his knee.

“Fuck him up Tweek!” Tweek hears Stan cheering for him before being charged at by Craig, the other running into him with enough force to take the wind from his lungs and slamming him to the ground. Butters was the one to gasp, the two having fallen close to the bystanders watching. 

Tweek without thinking brought his arms up to guard his head, Craig’s punches meeting his block. Panicked Tweek lifted his foot to try and find purchase on the other’s stomach, Craig sounding out of breath above him as Tweek kicked the other off him the first chance he could, making sure to dig his heel in before kicking him off as far as he could to get onto wobbly legs.

“Take the twitchy fuck down Craig!” Clyde hollered bumping into Jimmy and Tolkien who gave their own cheers to Craig as well. Tolkien looking like he wanted to do better things with his time than cheer for children fighting.

“If you have such a fucking problem with me…” Tweek yelled breathily, almost falling from how much his legs felt like noodles for how much they shook “Then just leave me alone shithead!” Tweek yelled louder, hating to point out the obvious.

Craig’s eyebrows furrowed at that; he opened his mouth to respond before promptly shutting it. Craig stomped over and snatched Tweek by the collar of his shirt, dragging him up and making the shorter of the two stand on his tiptoes to be more or less eyelevel, Tweek glared at the other. Craig was again about to open his mouth when the gym teachers voice boomed “Everyone out!”

Tweek looked over, noticed Kenny give a wave before turning to leave. Making a mental note to give the other blonde two cupcakes for the save. Tweek wouldn't admit that he needed it. Disappointed murmurs of the students as they hastily walked past the fuming teacher, The gym teacher shooting a warning glare at Eric who let out a "Fucking bullshit!" as he walked out. Craig flipped the teacher off before shoving Tweek away, Tweek huffed a “Fuck you!” from the floor.

“What is the meaning of this? Tucker, Tweak!” The red-faced sweatsuit wearing teacher questioned as he looked between the two.

“This fucking spaz attacked me” Craig answered sounded bored, apathy in place once more.

“Only because this stupid sack of shit keeps hugging me!” Tweek hopes he doesn’t have to explain it. The teacher looked confused and Tweek sighed “He’s bullying me. Making fun of me being an omega!” Tweek yelled as he got to his feet once more.

“Am not” the other childishly replied.

“Office” the gym teacher rubbed the bridge of his nose, sounding utterly exhausted.

Tweek and Craig shared a glare, Tweek shoving his way past Craig to walk out the door. The other following at a leisurely pace. Longer strides making Tweek’s hurried steps make no progress in leaving the asshole behind.

“This is Gah! All your fault! Why do I have to be punished?”

“You’re the one that overreacts” Craig pointed out with a calmness that Tweek felt was misplaced, they just finished fighting and he sounded like he was commenting on the weather. Unbelievable.

“You hate my smell and I hate having your smell on me. I am NOT overreacting.”

Tweek expected a petty argument to last the entire walk to the office, but Craig said nothing.

Silence.

After a stern talking to, their punishment was to be forced together. Tweek was sure the entire school had it out for him now because that sounded like a horrible decision. One that would likely lead to more fights on the accounts that they couldn’t stand each other. When Tweek tried telling the principal as much, he was once again ignored in a hand-wavy kind of way and was tempted to ask if PC principal has something against omegas but held his tongue. Not wanting PC principal to explain 100 reasons why he was pro-omega or something.

If they had classes, they were to be seated next to one another. Work on the same group projects. Tweek kind of zoned out for the rest of the lecture, figuring that hell sounded pretty good about now.

PC principal made it clear that they were to get used to each other. Seeing their fight as nothing more than fighting over differences rather than general malice.

Tweek didn’t say anything, content to let Craig voice his complaints.

“You can’t force us to work together.”

“Oh, but I can Craig. I already notified all the teachers you two share. It’ll be effective immediately and should you have more physical altercations we’ll be forced to phone your parents.”

Craig thinks he probably should've just skipped today.