the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

bad omega

Scott had been waiting all day for his Alpha to come home. He was excited, because Mitch had promised to play with him after he got home from work, and he'd prepared them a tea party with real tea and built a fort for them to play princess in. When he saw that it was getting closer to five o'clock, a wide smile formed on his lips and he rushed out of his playroom and down the hall to the living room, staring intently at the door.

Mitch had had a long day at work. He wanted nothing more than to crawl crawl in bed and take a nap, and that's exactly what he planned on doing. However, as soon as he opened the door, Scott perked up and rushed over to hug him. "Hi, Alpha! I made us a tea party, and after we can play princess, and—"

"Wait, wait. What?" Mitch asked tiredly, genuinely not remembering the promise he'd made to his Omega. Scott's smile faded slightly, but he shook it off and quickly brightened it again. "You promised you would play with me, Alpha," he told him, unable to disguise the hurt despite his efforts. Mitch blinked once, and slowly the memory came back to him. He sighed and shook his head, pulling away from Scott to trudge down the hall to their bedroom. "Not right now, sweetheart," he mumbled, kicking off his shoes and flopping on the bed. Scott frowned and followed him. "But- But Alpha, you said you would."

"I know. Let me take a nap first."

"The tea will be cold by then, Alpha," Scott whimpered, his voice breaking. He was trying his hardest to fight the tears threatening to fall.

"Go play by yourself," Mitch mumbled, closing his eyes. Scott's heart cracked, but he wasn't ready to give up yet. "Alpha, you said you would play with me. You promised." Mitch sighed and buried his face in the pillow, feeling a headache building. "Scott. If you don't leave me alone and let me take a nap, I won't play with you at all. Go play by yourself." Scott flinched and wrapped his arms around himself. "B-But—"

"Leave me alone."

Scott flinched even harder that time, his heart practically shattering. "Yes, Alpha," he whispered barely audibly, turning to go back into his playroom. As soon as he was safely out of Mitch's sight, his tears started to fall, and he pathetically crawled into the fort as he began to sob. Mitch could feel his Omega's sadness, but he was too tired to care, and he soon fell asleep.

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It was three hours later, and Scott was still in his playroom. He'd tried to play tea party by himself, but his heart hurt too much, and he couldn't help but think that Mitch didn't want him anymore. "You're such a bad Omega, Scott," he muttered angrily to himself as he stuffed his stuffies in his bag. "Alpha doesn't want you anymore. Bad Omega. B-B-Bad Omega." He began to cry again, sobbing quietly as he pulled on one of Mitch's sweatshirts and added another to his bag. "Alpha deserves better," he whimpered softly, zipping up the bag with shaking hands and slinging it over his shoulder. He got up and made his way out towards the door, sending one last glance into their old bedroom where Mitch was still sleeping. The sight of his Alpha made him cry harder, and he had to fight the urge to crawl in bed and into Mitch's arms.

Scott stopped by the door and carefully put the note he'd written to Mitch on the floor, a few of his tears falling onto the paper. He read it one last time, his heart aching more.

Alpha,
I'm sorry I'm such a bad Omega. I left because you deserve better. You deserve an Omega who will let you sleep instead of being selfish and wanting you to play. I'm sorry. I love you.
- Scotty

With a soft sob, Scott straightened up again and pulled the sleeves of Mitch's sweatshirt over his hands, shakily reaching for the doorknob.

His hand paused. He didn't want to leave.

Meanwhile, Mitch had started to wake up. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the overwhelming smell of sadness that lingered in the air. His Alpha instincts got the best of his grogginess, and he quickly sat up. "Scotty?" he called. Scott flinched at the sound of his voice and finally managed to grab the doorknob. He should go before Mitch yelled at him for waking him up. Mitch cursed to himself when there was no answer, and as soon as he remembered what he'd done, his eyes widened and he scrambled out of bed, rushing out of the bedroom.

When he saw his beloved Omega with a bag and tears streaming down his cheeks, Mitch's heart broke and he practically ran to him, pulling the boy into his arms. "Hey, no. Where are you going?" he asked worriedly, brushing away his tears. Scott whimpered and tried to pull away, trembling. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I wanted to leave before you woke up." Mitch frowned and held him tighter, refusing to let him go. "Why would you leave?" he murmured, and Scott gave up fighting, allowing himself to lean into Mitch's touch. "Because you don't want me anymore, sir. I'm a bad Omega," he whispered, though he couldn't help but hold onto Mitch's shirt and take in his familiar scent. Mitch's heart ached — Scott only called him sir if he was mad at himself.

"Oh, baby, of course I want you. What made you think I didn't?"

"I'm a bad Omega, sir," Scott repeated. "I'm sorry. I was selfish and kept you awake."

"Honey..." Mitch's heart broke again, and he hugged him tightly. "I do want you, sweetheart. I'm the selfish one, not you. I know I promised I'd play with you, I should've played for a little while." Scott sniffled and buried his face in Mitch's neck, and Mitch rubbed his back to calm him down. "Here. Let's go unpack your bag and then we can play, okay?" he told him gently, and Scott silently allowed Mitch to lead him back to the playroom.

Scott sat beside Mitch with his gaze on his lap as the Alpha unzipped the bag. Mitch's heart broke when he saw that the entirety of Scott's stuff either belonged to Mitch or was given to him by Mitch, and he felt even worse. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry," he murmured, bringing his Omega into his arms again. Scott didn't even say anything that time. He just pushed Mitch down so he was laying on the floor and crawled completely on top of him, burying his face in his neck again. "I- I don't want to play anymore, Alpha," he whispered, and relief washed over Mitch when he didn't call him sir again. "That's okay, angel. We can just cuddle," he murmured, running his hand up and down Scott's back.

And that's what they did. Scott couldn't convince himself to move for a very, very long time, and when he finally did, it was just to go to their bedroom. He curled up on top of him and buried his face in his neck as Mitch pulled the covers over them.

"Did you sleep okay, Alpha?" Scott whispered hoarsely without emerging.

"Yes, sweetheart. I did. Thank you for asking."

"You- You promise you still want me?"

"I promise, kitten. You're the one I'm in love with."

"I love you too, Alpha," Scott whispered, curling up on top of him. Mitch ran his fingers through Scott's hair and closed his eyes, holding him close. "Can I get a kiss?" he murmured, and Scott immediately lifted his head and pressed their lips together. Mitch kissed back gently, cupping his cheek.

When they broke apart, Scott set his head back on Mitch's chest. "Goodnight, Alpha."

"Goodnight, princess."