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This morning John started his heat. Now, any of the Omegas in the house going into heat already guaranteed the day was going to hell, but it was even more hell than Pezzy ever expected.
Puffer immediately tried to help his fellow Omega, which generally wouldn’t be a problem. The thing was, though, John got overstimulated way easier during his heats, and Puffer was quite literally the definition of overstimulation.
Pezzy was just making breakfast when a whiny Puffer came downstairs.
“What’s wrong, Puff?” Pezzy said tiredly.
The Omega whined. “John started his heat and he pushed me away when I tried to help!”
Pezzy just sighed. “Seriously Puffer? I told you to tell me if John went into heat. I’ll go help him, you stay and finish breakfast.”
“But-“
“Puffer.”
The Omega flinched a bit at the Alpha’s harder tone. Pezzy was generally pretty gentle and friendly, never getting too pushy with any of the others.
“Okay…” Puffer whined, giving in. Once Pezzy was sure he was out of earshot of the Omega, he let out an annoyed sigh. He knew that there was a probably a sticky, sour scent coming off of him unlike his usual sweet soda smell. Trying his best to push down his frustration and make his smell as comforting as possible, Pezzy opened John’s door and was immediately hit by the scent of a distressed Omega.
Alpha instincts kicking in, Pezzy rushed to John’s side.
“Are you okay John? Do you need anything?” Pezzy asked softly. Tear streaks ran down the Omega’s cheeks, sniffling.
“I want my Alpha…” John cried softly. Pezzy mentally cursed.
“I am Alpha,” Pezzy tried. “Your Alpha is right here.”
“No… Alpha… Smitty…” the Omega started crying even harder.
Fuck.
“I’ll get your Alpha, I promise,” Pezzy said quickly, “you just hang on.” Leaving the room, Pezzy padded down to Smitty’s bedroom. Well, if you can even call it a bedroom.
“Smitty!” Pezzy yelled, banging on the door. The smoker slammed it open after a few seconds, clearly annoyed.
“What the fuck do you want?” He snapped. “If you’re trying to get me to eat, there’s no fucking way I’m going downstairs and dealing with fucking Puffer’s whining.”
“John wants you,” Pezzy said coolly, trying not to unleash his current frustration.
“Why the fuck does he want me?” Smitty snapped. “Is he in heat again and that’s why Puffer’s being even more of a whiny little bitch?”
“Yes,” Pezzy said, irritated. “He wants his Alpha.”
“I’m not his fucking Alpha, Pezzy,” Smitty growled.
“Well, try telling that to his Omega,” Pezzy said, his frustration starting to seep into his voice and scent. Smitty seemed to immediately clock the change as his whole demeanor seemed to shift.
“I’m not gonna fucking cuddle him and shit. Just take one of my fucking hoodies and wear it,” Smitty huffed, disappearing into his room for a second before returning with a ratty old hoodie.
“That’s not gonna trick his Omega. In fact, it won’t even trick regular John. He’s autistic, not stupid,” Pezzy glared.
Smitty had a panicked look in his eyes. Pezzy never glared. At anyone.
“This is the best you’re gonna get from me,” Smitty said quickly, shoving the hoodie into Pezzy’s arms. “Now leave.”
The door slammed shut in front of Pezzy’s face. The Alpha growled, looking disgustedly at the hoodie into his arms. It stunk of cigarettes and alcohol.
Your Omega needs you, a voice tugged at the back of his mind.
Fuck.
Pezzy reluctantly pulled the hoodie over his head, gagging slightly at its stench. Nobody knew what Smitty really smelt like, his true scent drowned out by the cigarettes and alcohol.
Why did John love this scent so much? Could he discern what was underneath Smitty’s stench? Pezzy had a pretty good nose, especially considering he was an Alpha, and he still couldn’t get a whiff of what was underneath. Maybe John’s nose was even better than his. But, even so, it didn’t make the cigarette and alcohol smell disappear.
Padding back to John’s room, he opened the door to see the Omega curled in his nest, still crying softly. He perked up to the sound of Pezzy opening the door.
“Alpha?” John whined.
Pezzy just hummed. He didn’t want to give himself away to the Omega, hoping to uphold the illusion. Hopefully he didn’t catch whiff of the Alpha’s soda scent.
Pezzy moved to lay down in John’s nest, silently asking permission to enter before getting in. John immediately buried his face into the hoodie the second the Alpha settled, and happy purrs erupted from the Omega. Pezzy sighed, feeling himself calm slightly.
Maybe nothing else will go wrong today, Pezzy thought to himself stupidly as he relaxed into John. Maybe things will be okay.
Boy, was Pezzy fucking wrong.
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“Pleeeeaaaseeeeeee will you tell Pezzy to let me help John???” Puffer whined, clinging to Droid’s leg.
“Fuck no,” Droid snarled at the Omega. “I’m not doing shit for you. Especially if I have to bother Pezzy. Stop being a whiny little bitch and get over the fact that you just make John’s heats worse.”
Puffer’s scent became even worse, rotting fish filling up Droid’s nose.
“Jeezus fuck, calm down you little shit. I call smell you, and I’m a fucking Beta,” Droid growled at the Omega.
Droid heard feet coming down the stairs, not bothering to turn around when smoke filled his nose.
“Holy fuck,” Drugie groaned. “Puffer is still moping? It smells like shit.”
“What’s up, addict,” Droid growled still not turning. “You don’t see us complaining about how you smell, do you dickhead? Stinking of cigs and beer.”
“What the fuck did you say?” Smitty snarled, and Droid was pulled harshly around by the hoodie so he had to stare at addict dead in the eyes. Droid growled even louder.
“You heard me,” he rumbled out. “Nobody in this house fucking likes you.”
“Says the bitch who can’t stop getting into fights with everyone he makes eye contact with,” Drugie yelled.
“Guys, don’t fight…” Puffer whimpered out, although Droid knew the shit was loving this. But he just had to put up the good boy act to fool Pezzy.
“Oh yeah?” Droid yelled back. “Well, you won’t even help your own fucking Omega while they’re in heat! You fucking pussy!”
“What did you say to me?” Smitty snarled.
“Will you idiots please shut up?!” Matt snapped, standing up from his place in the corner.
“Uhm, guys??” A panicked Grizzy came tumbling through the door. “I accidentally cut my finger and I’m bleeding all over the place…”
“Are we deadass Grizzy??” Droid groaned.
“Quit trying to change the subject here!” Smitty yelled.
There was a crash of glass from the bathroom, and a sheepish Puffer walked out the bathroom door.
“I was just trying to get to the first aid..”
“Smitty, Grizzy is bleeding out to fucking death and all you’re worried about is a stupid fucking argument. This is why I left you in college,” Matt yelled.
“Im getting blood on the floor,” Grizzy squirmed.
Droid couldn’t even hear his own thoughts anymore. He was so fed up with all of his idiot friends. And, apparently, so was Pezzy.
“EVERYONE SHUT UP!!”
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Pezzy was done. He tried to ignore it; he really did. But they kept getting louder and louder and louder. John was starting to get upset by it as well. They’d broken the final fucking straw.
“I’m going fucking down there,” Pezzy grunted, standing up. John jolted up in confusion at the sound of Pezzy’s voice.
“You’re not Smitty…”
“Smitty will be right back!” Pezzy said with fake cheer. The moment he closed the bedroom door, though, he was in full on murder mode. Taking the stairs two steps at a time, ripping of Smitty’s hoodie and throwing it the floor as he went. The sounds of bickering and arguing filled his ears. A crash of glass rang from the house and even more chaos erupted.
Pezzy really tried to keep it all down. Had been holding it in all morning long. But he couldn’t control his rage anymore.
“EVERYONE SHUT UP!!”
Pezzy never used his Alpha voice. He was always, sweet, gentle, friendly. Rarely showed the anger or annoyance that often built up inside him. So when Pezzy screamed at them all, everyone in the room froze, even Smitty. They were all looking at Pezzy with these terrified eyes, unsure of what was happening.
“What… is going on,” Pezzy growled out.
“Smitty, Droid and Matt were fighting, Grizzy cut himself, and I was trying to get the first aid kit but accidentally knocked over Droid’s glass cup he uses to wash his mouth,” Puffer blurted out anxiously.
“Don’t act perfect, Puffer, you were bitching and moaning at us to talk to Pezzy,” Droid snapped.
The house went silent again, waiting for Pezzy to react. The Alpha took a deep breath and said, “everyone go to their fucking rooms. Grizzy, come with me to the bathroom. Then you can go to your room too. I better not hear a fucking word from anyone for the rest of the day.”
Everyone nodded, clambering upstairs, except for Grizzy, who followed Pezzy to the bathroom. Pushing the broken glass away with his foot (he didn’t want to deal with it right now) he grabbed the first aid kit and patched Grizzy up. Then, Grizzy went back up the stairs to his room. There hadn’t been a single noise that entire time. Pezzy took a deep breath, feeling himself finally calm down as he cleaned up the glass on the floor.
“Finally,” Pezzy sighed softly. He closed his eyes and stood there, enjoying the peaceful silence for a moment before heading back to John’s room.
“Where’s Smitty?” The Omega whined.
“He’s busy,” Pezzy said. “But I can stay with you, if you want.”
John nodded and made room for Pezzy, the Alpha settling in and the Omega starting to scent Pezzy.
“I like you too, Pezzy,” John hummed happily, and Pezzy smiled.