Gallavitch Oneshots

You Can't Always Get What You Want

Original Author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Chat_Noir12/pseuds/Chat_Noir
Summary: It's week five of quarantine and Mickey hasn't had his heat suppressors in weeks. All he wants is to keep to himself and hopefully avoid any alpha pheromones that might propel him into an unwanted heat. But that annoying red-headed alpha from downstairs is making it damn near impossible to avoid the inevitable.

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Chapter 1: But If You Try Sometimes
Fuck.

Mickey purses his lips into a thin line and takes a ragged breath in through his nose. That fucking alpha from the second floor, stinking up the goddamn laundry room—again!

Goddammit!

Mickey squeezes his eyes shut tight, trying to push away what's about to happen through sheer force of will, but he can feel himself getting wet, unable to control his body's reaction to the warm, spicy smell of the giant, ginger asshole who lives in the apartment just below his.

Fucking quarantine. Fucking 'Rona.

The virus had truly upended the world. There were shortages of everything, from toilet paper to pork, but the pharmaceutical industry had been hit especially hard, being that most medications sold in the US were produced and imported from China. Prices and supply chains had already been affected by that orange menace in the White House—all his idiotic foreign trade bullshit—but now five weeks into lockdown and some things are damn near impossible to find. Mickey doesn't give a shit about not being able to get bread or meat or hand sanitizer. What he cares about most, and which are now in short supply, are heat suppressors. He needs them and he needs them now.

Mickey knows his heat is coming. He hasn't had any suppressants in nearly two weeks after staving off his cycle for almost two years—about six months longer than is recommended. Since then he has been avoiding other people more vigilantly than ever—not because he's such an upstanding citizen and trying to maintain proper social distancing, but because he doesn't need any jacked up knothead catching a whiff of his pheromones and getting any bright ideas. He also doesn't want to be exposed to anyone else's stink and accidentally get activated, causing him to go into a heat before all this isolation shit can end. That would mean having to deal with it alone. The few alphas he knows who he could maybe tolerate for the duration of his heat are fuck knows where—on lockdown just like everyone else, waiting for this modern bullshit plague to pass. So unless he gets some more suppressants soon...Shit is gonna fucking suck.

And then there is that big redheaded alpha on the second floor, leaving a trail of his stink behind him everywhere he goes, making it impossible for Mickey to stick to his plan of avoiding alpha pheromones. And it seems like he is always around. Christ, he's so annoying. So smiley and friendly.

And fucking hot. Fuck him for being so fucking hot.

Mickey doesn't think any of his neighbors know he's an omega, including Hot Howdy Doody. Mickey's natural surliness has mostly kept him from having to interact up close and personal with anyone in his building, even before all this "at least six feet apart" bullshit happened. Not to mention up until recently it had been relatively easy for Mickey to hide his scent with the suppressors and a few other little tricks.

It isn't that he's ashamed of being an omega. He isn't trying to fool anyone, exactly, but he also isn't looking to attract anyone—isn't looking to mate. So as far as Mickey is concerned it's easier to just suppress his pheromones rather than deal with all the drama that inevitably comes attached to other people and human relationships. And mating.

But that dumbass, freckle-faced ginger...

He's always waving and smiling and saying "hi" with a big dopey grin on his stupid, gorgeous face. It puts Mickey on edge and makes him feel like a little bitch every time he ducks and all but runs from the guy. But he isn't looking to invite any complications into his life—even if in this case the complication would be six feet of walking, talking sex.