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@the-goth-claudia

Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe. Alphas: Typically tall, confident, and strong. They’re natural leaders and most believe they have the pick of the litter when it comes to choosing a partner, especially when it comes to Omegas. They have knots and high sex drives once they reach maturity, it’s not very common that an Alpha won’t settle with a permanent partner by the age of 25. Betas: Average all around, usually hang out with Alphas and have the instinct to look after Omegas. They listen well, but can take charge when it’s needed. Often mate with each other or Alphas, it’s rare to see a BetaxOmega relationship. But it does happen. Omegas: Typically smaller compared to their Alpha/Beta counterparts, most are shy or at least not very assertive, and have feminine features/attributes, regardless of gender. Omegas are naturally drawn to Alphas and tend to form strong friendships between themselves, and are indifferent to Betas. **But there’s always exceptions. Gerard Way isn’t your typical Alpha. Frank Iero isn’t your typical Omega.

What happens when they cross paths? _____________________________________________________________________________

Gerard sighed as he looked over his painting. He just… couldn’t figure out what he didn’t like about it. It was a simple piece, just some gore-filled zombie scene, but there was something off about it. At least he thought so. “Dude, sick.” His friend, Bob, complimented. “I wish I had your talent.” “I don’t like it.” Gerard frowned. “There’s something wrong.” “You’re shitting me right? It looks fine, stop being so hard on yourself.” Bob shook his head. “C’mon man, get some confidence. Be more alpha-y.” “That isn’t a word, Bob.” Gerard replied, ignoring the rest of the sentence as he glanced at the clock. Class was going to be over soon anyway, so he started cleaning up. “Gerard, seriously, you have talent. I don’t even like art, look at this.” He said, pointing to his own painting. It was crude, poorly done drawing of a flower. “This is shit.” “Whatever.” Gerard muttered, causing his friend to roll his eyes and give up. Gerard was always very critical of himself, which was sort of weird for an Alpha- not that he cares. He kinda hates the title, people expect far too much from him from it. ‘Why are are you so nervous? Act more like an alpha, Gerard.’ ‘Why aren’t you taller? Are you sure you’re an alpha?’ and the worst thing he hears, often from his mother, ‘When are you going to find a nice omega to settle with?’ Gerard wasn’t confident, he wasn’t tall and toned, and he didn’t care to be. He’d rather be in his room drawing or reading, rather than flexing and showing off at the gym. He wasn’t interested in sports, or leadership clubs, or any of that stereotypical alpha mumbo jumbo. And he certainly didn’t care for finding someone to ‘settle down’ with. He was still in high school for Christ’s sake. Senior year in fact, and he already had plans for the future, which didn’t involve some doe-eyed omega bugging him every few minutes. He’s seen some of those couples, and it’s gross. Gerard just wanted to graduate and get into art school and move away from here. Away from all of it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Piss. Off.” Frank spat, shoving the alpha that had approached- no, practically pinned him to his locker and asked… well really demanded, for a date. “I said I wasn’t interested, leave me alone.” “What the fuck is wrong with you, omega?” The dude wouldn’t give up, following Frank as he walked down the hallway. “Hey I’m talking to you!” “I have a name, it’s Frank by the way.” He said, not even turning to look at the guy. “And I’m sick of you alphas,” he spat, “thinking that you can just waltz up to me and act like you own me. I’m not interested. I don’t want an alpha, plus, I’m moving anyway. Find someone else to get your dick wet, I’m out of this shitty school.” Frank kept walking, satisfied to hear no more footsteps behind me. He hated this place, his school was filled with alphas, barely any betas, and maybe half much other omegas as the alphas. Which of course meant since the pickings were slim, Alphas were hitting on everything and fighting over who got who. Frank wanted no part of it, he wasn’t like those idiots who sigh and bat their eyelashes at some shit-grin asshole or smirking female alpha. He hated that they tried to make him feel lower than them, inferior. Frank was a proud person, and he wasn’t about to bend over for anyone. He didn’t want an alpha, he just wanted to make music and make something of himself. _____________________________________________________________________

“Gerard, dude.” Bob greeted, sitting down at their table with their other friend, Ray, right behind him. “Ray has some awesome news!” “Yeah? What it is?” Gerard asked, not even looking at them as he did some reading for his next class. He didn’t want to fall behind, but English wasn’t his greatest subject. “We have a transfer student tomorrow. I’m going to be showing him around.” Ray stated, “They said they’re an omega and since I’m the only Beta on the Student Council, they thought it would be a good idea for me to show him around.” “How exciting.” Gerard mumbled, not really caring. “Gee, I’m trying to tell you that he’d going to be hanging around me the first day, so you know-” “What?” Gerard looked up, frowning. “I’m not gonna try to get in his pants or something, jees. I thought you guys knew me. Just because I’m an alpha doesn’t-” “Okay, stop.” Ray sighed, shaking his head. “I wasn’t saying that, in fact, I wanted you to hang around because well… this guy has a rep.” “A rep?” Gerard repeated, confused. “Whatcha mean, Ray?” Bob asked, equally as confused. “Well, uh, they’re not supposed to tell me this but he’s coming from a high Alpha school…. And apparently he’s had a lot of behavioral problems.” “What, like he’s a slut?” “That’s a rude term, Bob.” Gerard scolded, waiting for Ray to continue. “No I mean…. Like fighting. With the Alphas, apparently he’s gotten physical a few times with them. In the ‘bash-your-face-in’ way.” “An Omega….. Fighting? At all? What?” Bob was a little stunned, clearly, Gerard was just as shocked. Despite not wanting to stereotyped himself, he was a little hypocritical in the fact that for the most part…. He thought Omegas were all the same. Submissive and dainty, annoyingly so in his mind. He’s never heard of one fighting anything, they were never in sports or really….. Aggressive. “Surely there’s a reason for this?” Gerard asked, “Are they sure he wasn’t the one being bullied?” He suggested, knowing that everyone had their breaking point. A Omega being bullied, especially when male, wasn’t unheard of. “Not that I know of, but I just thought maybe seeing an Alpha like you would…..help?” Ray asked, being a little sheepish cause he knew how Gerard got when people treated him like he was weird and different. “I don’t care if you bring him around, but no violence is allowed at this table.” Gerard shrugged, deciding he didn’t care anymore and going back to his book. He figured it would be a one day thing and he’d never have to see this Omega again. Despite what Ray said, Gerard wasn’t expecting him to be much different. No one ever really stood out Gerard, everyone was basically the same. Sure he liked his friends and his family, they were nice to be around and they weren’t bad people but Omegas weren’t really in his ‘social circle’ and he’d prefer to keep it that way. Lord knows his parents would probably take it the wrong way if one was hanging around him. However, his world was about to change.

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I hate hospitals, I hate doctors.... I hate them so much, I don’t want to be here but I’m worried about Ryder. I need to be here for them.  Every time someone walks by in scrubs or lab coats or whatever, I swear they can see it. They can see what’s wrong with me and they’re gonna try to evaluate me and send me away. 

I’m so nervous.

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This is so weird....I really miss Mikey and he's only been gone for like, a day. It's probably cause he's the first person I've been close to in a long time.....but

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I’ve been working none stop these last few days.  I get up, go to the coffee shop, talk with mikey, go home and immediately start painting.  I want to be better, I want to get out of here. I need to get out of here.  Today I woke up with a mind-splitting migraine, I barely remembered to take my medication. I had to call into work and standing made me dizzy so I couldn’t even paint.... I was trying message Pixie, cause she’s been so lovely and helpful but I blacked out. What happened?

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Yesterday was a little terrifying, I have to admit. 

I guess this one regular at the shop had taken interest in me, but I never noticed until they were suddenly asking me out, for my number, wanting to pick me up after work. I tried to politely decline, but we were the only two people in the shop. They backed me into a wall and wouldn’t leave me along, calling me babe and baby, and just being waaaaay to close for comfort. I was scared, terrified really. Cause I didn’t know what they were going to do to me.  Or what I might do to them. I was getting scared and frustrated, and I knew that if it went too far someone was going to end up hurt.  Thank God Mikey showed up when he did, granted he came a little later than usual, but I don’t blame him for anything. He seemed really concerned, but I put on a smile and told him I was alright. He didn’t believe me, made me sit down and actually made his own coffee and some for me. Which really is probably some violation of the rules at work, but apparently there’s no stopping him.  He offered to walk me home, but when I tried to direct us on where to go, he insisted we go the opposite way? It was odd, but we ended up near a fair and went in. 

I say it was a successful day.  Mikey Way, my hero.

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Maybe we are not lovers but we are more than friends.

mine (via hillkittiwake)

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Benjamin Griss

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My boss is a little weird...... Like who leaves a brand new employee alone? Maybe no one else really works here. Explains why the shop is always so dead. I should start bringing a sketchbook.

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Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*

My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC

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Apparently I just don't attract people :/

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Dual personalities.  Yeah....cause that’s what it is. Don’t talk about my disorder if you can’t bother to do a little research.

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    my wings may be b r o k e n —

                          but DAMN IT ALL,              I will make them fly again

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I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

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I’m here for girls that are all fucked up inside. I am here for girls who drink too much, and do drugs to mask the pain. I’m here for girls who are promiscuous to fill the void. I’m here for girls with “daddy issues”. I’m here for girls whose bodies have been beaten and violated. I’m here for girls who are so depressed they can’t clean their house or themselves properly. I’m here for girls who are drop-outs. I’m here for mentally ill girls. Disabled girls. Sick girls. I’m here for every damn girl that doesn’t feel like life is worth living. even though we’re fucked up we’re still valid and important as fuck ok

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