scomiche; arranged marriage (omegaverse)

nine.

Trigger Warnings: self-harm!

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Weeks pass and Mitch still remains the same since Maxwell left. He doesn't speak unless he's spoken to, and he doesn't give anyone any sassy remarks like he used to do. He's just not his usual self, and honestly... Scott misses it, even though it drove him crazy when Mitch gave him attitude. He misses when Mitch was happy and talked. Now there's nothing.

"Mitch?" Scott calls as he knocks on Mitch's bedroom door. He waits a moment but gets no response, so he pushes the door open and walks in. He looks around and frowns slightly when he doesn't see Mitch anywhere. He looks over at the bathroom door when he hears noises coming from inside the bathroom. He walks over to the bathroom and knocks on the door. "Mitch, can we talk?"

"G-Go away!" Mitch yells from inside, and Scott swears he hears Mitch sniffing, which means crying.

"Mitch, I wanna talk," Scott tries again. He knocks on the door. He tries to open it, but the doors locked, so he pulls out his keys and finally gets the door open. "Mitch-"

"No, don't come in here!" Mitch yells as he tries to shut the door.

"Mitch, what's going on?" Scott asks as he pushes the door all the way open. He looks up and gasps when he sees blood on the sink, and Mitch desperately trying to clean it up. "Mitch!"

"Stop, it's not what it looks like!" Mitch yells as he looks up at Scott with wide eyes.

"It looks like you've just self-harmed!" Scott yells.

"No, I didn't!" Mitch cries as tears pour out of his eyes.

"Then what is with all the bloo? And why are you trying so desperately to hide it from me?" Scott asks.

"Why do you care?" Mitch yells back at him.

"I told you I cared!" Scott yells, frustratingly. "You don't seem to understand that!"

"You say that and then you send Maxwell over here to fucking change me!" Mitch yells.

"I-I was trying to help you," Scott says quietly.

Mitch scoffs. "Help me? Please. You were doing it for yourself so you wouldn't have to put up with my bullshit anymore. You want me to be the perfect Omega," he snaps.

"Okay, and I'm sorry. I made a mistake, but you shouldn't self-harm," Scott says. "I wanna be able to talk to you and have conversations without yelling at each other. I wanna be a better Alpha. And... maybe, hopefully... one day... we'll be able to fall in love and have children, and raise a family."

Mitch sniffs as he looks up at Scott. "That's what I want?"

"That's what I want," Scott confirms. He hesitates before walking over to Mitch and gently grabbing his arm. "Can I look?" He takes a deep breath as he looks down at Mitch.

Mitch hesitates before slowly nodding. "Y-Yeah," he mumbles.

Scott turns Mitch's wrist over and frowns when he sees three fresh new marks on Mitch's wrists. "God, I'm so sorry. I should have never called Maxwell. I can't believe what he did to you."

"What did you expect was going to happen?" Mitch asks, looking up at Scott.

"Shut up," Scott mumbles. "Let's clean you up."

Scott finally gets the bathroom cleaned up, ignoring Mitch's protests that he should be the one who cleans his mess up. Then he takes Mitch out to his bed, and helps him up on it.

"Um, t-thank you... for h-helping me," Mitch mumbles.

Scott shakes his head, and then he crawls onto the bed and sits down in front of Mitch. "You don't have to thank me. Just... be honest, am I the one who caused you to do this?" He asks.

"Well... not completely," Mitch mumbles. "But... you didn't help."

"I'm really sorry. I never ever meant for things to go this far. It's just... my dad. He's the one who told me Omegas are nothing. They're only there to please their Alphas and be slaves. He drilled it into my head, making sure that's what I thought of Omegas. But... that's not what I think about them. I know that Omegas should have rights but if my dad ever heard me say that... he'd be sure to beat me."

"So, is he the reason why you were always mean to me when we were little?" Mitch asks.

"Not... entirely," Scott blushes and looks down at his hands.

"What do you mean?" Mitch asks, tilting his head slightly.

"I... had a crush on you when we were little. I always thought you were the cutest. You were just so happy and carefree and I was kind of jealous of you so I picked on you a little," Scott says.

"You thought I was cute?" Mitch asks, a smile forming on his face.

"Don't make me regret telling you that," Scott whines.

Mitch giggles. "So, where do we go from here?" He asks.

"We work on communicating. We have to get to know each other. Those are the most important things," Scott says. "And... you know, you've been here for two months. I heard that, um... Marking helps."

"Marking?" Mitch asks. "You don't mean..." He scoots back a little.

"I know what you think about Alphas but it might help. If I Mark you... it might help with us bonding, and we might be able to connect better. Mom told me all about how Markings bring Alphas and Omegas together,"

"I promised myself I would never let an Alpha Mark me," Mitch says as he covers his neck.

"But we're married now, and there's nothing we can do to change that," Scott says.

"We've never even kissed," Mitch adds quickly. "How am I meant to let you Mark me?"

"What will it take to let me Mark you?" Scott asks.

"For starters, you have to show me that you actually care about me. I know you said you care but that doesn't mean anything until you show me," Mitch says. "Markings are special."

"You're right, they are. Um, okay... how about, let me take you on a date?"

"A date?" MItch asks, raising his eyebrows. "You wanna take me on a date?"

"Mhm," Scott nods. "We haven't been anywhere together since you got here and I heard there's a really nice restaurant down the road from us. What do you say?"

"It would be nice to go outside. I mean... we have a big yard and everything but..."

"It's not the same. I know," Scott nods. "Will you let me take you on a date?"

"I..." Mitch bites his lip. "I guess it would help, and it would be nice so... yes."

Scott smiles. "Great! We'll go on a date tomorrow. I'll make reservations," he says.

"And Scott, don't chose a fancy restaurant just because we have money. I'm a simple girl. Just take me somewhere nice with good food," Mitch tells him. "I don't need to be spoiled."

"But I like to spoil," Scott pouts. "Oh fine. I'll make sure to choose somewhere nice with good food."