Thoughts about omega!reader during their heat cycle but I have some type of brain-eating amoeba that only makes fluff
(can be interpreted as romantic OR platonic so go wild)
Being an omega in the task force 141, which before you came along was an all alpha team, sounded VERY intimidating. At first it was awkward. You felt that way because it was unclear what their opinions were exactly. All you knew was that you were surrounded by scary men who looked like they could easily hide a body under any circumstance. You just avoided them when possible and said the bare minimum in every situation where you had to make conversation.
Not until a while after getting comfortable with them, you realized they were just as hesitant around you. They were so afraid to mess up or offend you, not only because you were new but also because you were an omega. Completely new concept to them within the team dynamics.
They got pretty close to you and never treated you any different, unlike everyone else on base. To them, you were just another person on the team who pulled everything together to make the total pack dynamic. It always slipped their mind that you were an omega. You never performed in any way that would make them see you differently.
Until that cold morning in early December.
You should have known something was wrong. You felt warmer than usual, no, you felt hot. It felt like your skin was on fire, sweat beading at your forehead even in the bitterly cold wind. And then came the pain, the need. It was disgusting, you wanted to throw up.
So you did what any omega would do. You made a nest in your room and hid away. Nothing mattered in that moment, not the weights left unattended, not the training you had to attend, and DEFINITELY not the meeting scheduled with the team later that day.
The strong smell spread fast. Deep, craving, and unfortunately full of pain and despair. You wanted your team but also growled at the thought. The comfort sounded great, but alphas could be vile when it came to finding an omega in such a state. You wanted to believe they weren't like that, but deep down you knew no one could go against their urges.
Which is why you were almost brought to tears when you found yourself surrounded on your bed by all of them. Instead of their eyes being lustful and predatory, they were gentle and empathetic.
Instead of wandering hands, you got calming touches soothing your stomach, brushing through your hair, gently holding your hands, and wiping a cool cloth on your reddening face.
When it all became hot and too overwhelming to sit in bed, you all moved to the bathroom. Gentle arms carrying you to the bath to cool you down. You looked for wandering eyes, scared of what you would see in them. But all you found was compassion as they helped you wash off all the sweat. No lust, no craving stares. Just warmth.
You loved being independent, as most did. You wanted to be treated as though you were just like them, an alpha. But you had to admit, the care you got as an omega was nice.
Nothing but cuddles all day, getting to always watch the shows YOU want, getting your favorite meals made and even feeding you when it became too hard to do, picking out whatever clothes you want to wear from their closets or to put in the nest, and so much more.
And even when your heat had finally passed, you still got gentle touches just to remind you that they were always there whenever you wanted to tap into your omega counterpart and let go.
(Should I do more with omega!reader and soft alphas!141?)