uuuuuuuuughhhhhhh anon YEAH OKAY
Like, omega punk Bones takes no shit from anybody, and is good with biology and science and whips up something to almost completely mask his smell, so because of how he argues and flips people off and growls, people just assume he’s an alpha.
And alpha nerd Jim, who’s sunshiney and smiley and seems to try and shrink into his sweater vests sometimes and did he just blush? Alphas don’t blush. But his scent is barely there, shrunk down like the rest of him seems to do sometimes, content to just hide away in the library sometimes, so of course he must be an omega.
But then they meet, and Bones has his chin up defiantly and his voice is a low, threatening growl, and his glare is just damn impressive and he only minutely leans away from Jim.
Because Jim, blue eyes wide and flipping beaming, is leaning so easily into his personal space, and suddenly his hardly-there presence is huge, and fuck goddamn is this man an alpha. Even as he smiles bright and welcoming, tucking a pen back into the protector in his sweater vest, the omega can’t help but actual shiver as the feels electricity across his skin as Jim brushes their fingers together, feel a bit dizzy at the man’s now almost overwhelming scent, deep and rich in a way that makes the punk want to keen.
And the alpha leans closer to the crook of his neck, murmuring, Mmm, you smell so good, because Jim can smell him, under all the chemistry Bones tried to hide it under; it’s there and it’s bright and sweet and singing to the blonde, because Bones is his.
And Bones just stares, wide eyed, as the nerd links their hands together, so close with his body heat and alpha scent spilling everywhere, and Bones can’t even manage a growl, or a snarl, just something akin to a whimper as he says, You smell good too.
And Jim smiles, his smell signalling want and delight, and for fuck’s sake Bones is blushing now, but he’s never encountered a scent like that and part of him wants to just smother himself with it until he smells like it too and he thinks he has a problem now.
And it doesn’t help when he sees little hearts with their names together in Jim’s textbooks or the letters he receives that says he’s had stars named after him or bouquets of blue flowers that make the blonde sneeze but he brings them anyway, every week, and Bones has never been courted like this before.
And when they’re walking together at sunset in the park, not yet holding hands, but Bones is letting Jim touch and pet at his fingers, and someone, some alpha walks by and hisses under his breath, Nerd, Bones doesn’t even think twice in turning around and snarling at the alpha who’s confused and startled by the mix of scents but the punk just growls deep and he mumbles a Sorry before scurrying away.
The goddamn supernova in Jim’s smile afterwards lets Bones know just how big of a problem Jim Kirk is, but he can’t help but grab the alpha’s hand and drag him further along the path anyway, blushing furiously.