the outsiders oneshots [DISCONTINUED.]

stevepop - omegaverse

Just as a clarification, Kat decided to not get involved in this book other than the sole fact of editing it, so I will be writing it by myself. -Tommy

Steve- Omega
Sodapop- Alpha
Johhny- Beta
Dallas- Alpha
Ponyboy- Omega
Darry- Alpha
Two-Bit- Alpha

I'm sorry if they seem OOC. 😅

STEVE'S POV:

This had to be some kind of fucking joke, no way was this real. This was another one of Two-Bit's dumb pranks or I had the flu again like last month.

There was no way that I presenting as an Omega. No fucking way.

I watched as Darry started yelling at Sodapop to grab suppressants as Ponyboy watched the entire exchange from the couch, a copy of 'Gone with the Wind' in his hands.

I should probably start at the beginning.

ONE HOUR AGO:

"Hey, Steve buddy, are you feelin' alright?" Soda asked me. I nodded, wiping my forehead with a shaky hand.

"Just hot out here, it's not exactly nice an' cool underneath a car, Soda." I laughed, setting down my cloth onto the hood of the car so that I could punch Soda gently. He pushed my back playfully.

Sodapop had presented as an Alpha two months ago, a couple of days after his birthday. His rut was apparently ruthless, and didn't stop for a whole week. I still hadn't presented, sadly. Hopefully I soon would, seeing as my birthday is coming up next week. Everyone believed that I was going to be an Alpha, including myself. I'd probably choke myself to death if I was anything other than that. Hell, even my deadbeat old man thought that I would be an Alpha, not a 'filthy old Omega' in his words.

The only Omega that I personally knew was Ponyboy. He was gentle and kind, and mostly kept to himself, as an Omega normally would do. We all knew that he would be an Omega anyways. He showed traits of being one even before he presented last month.

I blinked and shook my head as Soda ruffled my hair, grinning as he ruined my neatly combed curls. I scowled and shoved him off, I was way too warm and all of that fooling around with Sodapop must've given me cramps.

"Screw off, man. I'm not feeling too hot right now." I said as I weakly brushed my hair back into place. Soda frowned.

"You feeling okay?" He asked, putting his wrench down onto the hood next to my cloth. I shrugged.

"It's just really hot here, I-I think I need a break." I mumbled, wiping the sweat off my forehead. Soda stared at me, a concerned look on his face.

"S-Steve?" Soda gasped. I blinked.

"Yeah?" I responded, sitting down onto a chair closet to the garage door. Sodapop wrinkled his nose.

"You smell funny.." He said, inching closer to me. I tended up instinctively.

"Like what? I'm sweaty, 'Pop." I said, furrowing my brows and he leaned down and sniffed my neck.

"Steve, I- I don't think that you're overheated..." Soda whispered, pulling himself away from me. I titled my head in confusion.

"What-" I gasped as the chair underneath me suddenly became uncomfortably wet. I whimpered in discomfort. Sodapop's eyes widened.

"Oh shit, man, you're- you're presenting as an Omega- oh my fucking God..." Sodapop panicked. I froze.

"No- I cant, that's impossible! I'm not like Ponyboy!" I breathed out, Soda ran his hands through his hair.

"Fuck, I've gotta call, Darry. Follow me, I can't leave you alone..." He trailed off, plugging his nose. I winced.

"Do I really smell that bad?" I asked, shakily standing up to follow the brunette. Sodapop shook his head.

"No, you smell too damn good, I don't wanna end up doing something to you that I'll regret. Now come on, I don't want anyone else touching you." Soda hissed, grabbing my wrist.

PRESENT TIME:

"Ponyboy, I need you to make sure that no one else from the gang comes in here, okay?" Darry ordered Ponyboy. He nodded and set his book down. I curled into myself tighter.

"I-I can go home, Darry. I'm basically ruining your couch.." I panted. Darry growled.

"And let that son of a bitch beat you up? Hell no, Steve, you're more important than the couch," he grumbled. "SODAPOP, GET OUT HERE WITH THE SUPPRESSANTS!" Darry yelled.

Soda ran into the living room almost immediately and started pulling pills out of containers. He grabbed the glass of water that he had set down on the coffee table and held it up to me.

"I hate this." I whimpered. Sodapop nodded sorrowfully and handed me the water. I gulped it and quickly put the pills into my mouth before swallowing.

"Good boy, Steve.." Sodapop said, brushing my hair out of my face. I leaned into his touch, panting heavily as more slick came. My face turned red.

"Hey, Steve-" Darry turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder before Soda bat it off aggressively.

"Don't touch him." He snarled. I shoved my face into his shoulder as Darry flinched back.

"Someone's got a crush on Steve..." Ponyboy sang from the front door. I huffed and squeezed my eyes shut.

"It hurts-"

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone else touch you." Sodapop pulled me into his lap possessively and pet my head. I flushed red.

"I was right, all along, and none of you believed me! Of course they would be mates!" Ponyboy whispered underneath his breath.

Yeah, I guess that Pony was right after all.

Fin.

Kinda bad but I assure you that the next one will be better.
-Tommy