Strange New Omegaverse
Well, let's go by lines because I think it's easier to explain.
First we have: Does not Matter
They are fully aware of their classification, they don't hide it from others but they aren't exactly worried about occupying stereotypes or what they are expected to do because they are an Alpha/Beta/Omega.
Then we have: Proud
As the name suggests, they are proud of their classification and will make sure you know about it. Whether talking about all the time or allowing their pheromones to take over the rooms where they are.
Finally we have: It's not of your business
They wear suppressors and talk as little about assignments as possible. Some because they are hiding their true nature and others because they believe that their private life is of no interest or is someone else's business.
A special hello to my alpha dilfs Sam Kirk and Joseph M'Benga
They are right up there with Pike in the category of goofy alpha who isn't ashamed of being alpha but doesn't talk about it all the time.
If it's a headcanon that interests you or if you want to hear my thoughts on a specific character, feel free to shout at me in the asks or reblogs of the post. Love, Lance ‹3
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So.
When I ran my last pike thirst hours you put in the tags that you were thinking of #like Gym Trainer Pike? and girl
What if he volunteers to lead gym classes at the community centre you do admin work for
What if you had a bad experience one night locking up
What if he offers to teach you a private self-defence class?
I am JUST ASKING.
Elen I'm so so SO sorry that this took me so long to reply to but also yes i LOVE IT
"You don't have to keep doing this, you know."
You offer it guardedly as you shift your bag on your shoulder. You don't dare look at him—you can't fathom his expression. Christopher has been walking you to your car every night for the last two weeks. That creep hasn't shown his face since Christopher nearly broke his wrist for trying to follow you to your car, and you don't want Christopher to feel like he'll have to do this forever.
"I don't mind," Christopher insists. "Besides, you've been parking closer to the front, it's not as long a walk."
"If you say so." You come to a stop beside the door, shooting him a smile and offering, "Well, goodnight."
"Before you go—"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering..." He trails off, and you can see a small wrinkle forming between his brow. Oh—God. Is he going to ask you out? You'll say yes, of course—you've had the worst crush on him since he started teaching classes at the community center—but why does he look...Worried about asking you?
"Chris, whatever it is, you can just say it," You insist softly.
"I wanted to know—"
Yes, yes you'll go out with him—
"If you'd like some help with your self-defense technique."
Your mouth is half-open with a yes, but your brain is sort of...Stalled. He wants to help you with what?
"Uh..." You manage, "I...My technique is a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think? I mean, it's nonexistent."
He smiles. "For now, maybe. But if you like, we can change that. We could do it here," He nods over his shoulder, "After hours. Wouldn't interfere with programming or your schedule."
Well someone's thought this all through.
"You don't have to do that—As much as you don't have to do this," You wave between him and the door.
"I'd like to, if you'd be interested."
It's a sweet offer from a sweet man...And it's the smart thing to do. You nod a little.
"I'd appreciate that."
He smiles, bright and beautiful, and you know immediately that saying yes was the right decision—both for your safety, and the sight of his immediate joy...Though, maybe it's relief. If he feels like you can defend yourself, he won't have to shuttle you back and forth every night, or feel like he has to.
Anyway—it couldn't hurt.
--
"...I can't do that."
"Yes, you can."
"No, Chris, I can't—" You shake your head, waving your hand at his body. "I can't just toss you."
"At the right angle, with the right leverage, I promise you, you can. Here."
You watch him turn his back to you, and you bite the inside of your cheek, letting your eyes openly wander the way his shirt clings to his back, and his biceps—
"Come closer," He urges, snapping you out of your reverie. You step closer and find yourself glancing around, as if you're afraid someone will see you. It's a ridiculous concern. Everyone else has gone home for the night. You stop just a step away, stomach flipping as he takes hold of your hand, raising it to wrap around his shoulders.
"I'm going to show you the set up," He says, "And then you can try it."
You do your best to hone in on his voice, even as your body presses flush against his, his hands raising to wrap around your arm.
"Here's what you're going to do. Widen your stance." He shifts against you, "Keep your grip firm, and hinge," He leans forward, and you shriek as your feet lift off the ground. He chuckles, straightening up and easing you back onto the ground.
"It's that simple."
"Might be that simple because you know how to do it," You grumble.
"Just give it a try." Christoper steps around you, and you brace yourself as you feel the heat of him grow close again. "I'm going to put my arm around you, alright?"
"Alright."
You swallow thickly as he curls his arm around your shoulders. Can't the lesson just end right here?
"Put your hands on my arm—one near my elbow, one near my wrist...Good. Now, bend your legs, and throw the shoulder nearest to my elbow forward."
You hesitate before you crouch, lean...And nothing.
"...I feel like this isn't right," You grumbled. Christopher's soft laugh pushes against your ear as he leans away, guiding the two of you to straighten up.
"Alright," He gently shifts the two of you. "Try it again—faster. Bend your knees, lean forward, throw your shoulder."
There's no way that this is going to work—but you squeeze your eyes shut, and you try—and shriek again as Christopher practically flies over your shoulder, onto the mat.
"Oh my god!" You press your hands over your mouth as your eyes pop open, landing on where Christopher is flat on his back on the mat. But he's...Laughing? "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," He swears as he stands. "Let's do it again."
"Once wasn't enough?"
"The more we drill it, the more likely it is that the response will become second nature. Just—a few more times. And then we can throw it on the list to just review next time."
Next time. How many times are the two of you going to do this? But you let Christopher crowd up behind you again, loop his arm around your shoulders, and throw him.
--
By the time Christopher has run you through the remainder of the drills (breaking out of throat grabs, wrist locks, headlocks), you're sweaty and sore. And despite what he's taught you, Christopher still lingers, waiting for you to finish locking up the gym.
"Thank you again for all of your help," You tuck your hands into your pockets, slowly drifting with him toward your car. "This was...Informative."
"I hope so. If you have any other methods that you're curious about, let me know, we can give them a try next week."
Next week. What's that going to be like? How many times are you going to do this? Is this all that you were going to ever do with Christopher? But you smile all the same, because in the end, if this is all the two of you do, he's still a sweetheart for offering you help without you asking him to.
"I'll keep an eye out." You stop beside your car. "Thank you."
"Sure. Get home safe."
"Yeah, you, too."
You nod, turning toward your car. You can hear Christopher's footsteps getting further away, and you scrounge up your courage, turning to face him.
"Christopher?"
He turns back to you expectantly, brows raised. You close the gap hurriedly, leaning in and pressing a quick peck to his cheek.
"Goodnight," You manage, and only just catch sight of the palpable surprise on his face. You don't make it far before Christopher catches hold of your hand, just enough to still you. You don't have the chance to turn to face him as he crowds close behind you again, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek and murmurs,
"Goodnight."
You let your eyes slide closed for a split second, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before you let go, walking back to your car. You get in, giving Christopher a quick wave as he drives off before you lean back in your car, letting out a short, excited scream.
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