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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Armored
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Omegaverse; original character; references to past abuse
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: none
Summary: Sami Callihan and Eugene Jannetty are different from each other, but they both have armor, forged by experience, to deal with the world they were born into.
Note: To use the AO3 relationships parlance -- while this takes place in a continuity where "Sami/OC" is the endgame, this particular piece takes place before "Sami & OC" is even a thing.
Armored
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
Each one comes with its own expectations, its own burdens. In other aspects, a person may change, but the type that one presents as upon maturity... that is immutable. Society has built up assumptions over time, ideas of what each type is like -- forceful Alphas, prone to fits of temper and violence; tractable Omegas, easy to mold and sway, victims of biology and the lust that so easily overtakes them; placid and steady Betas, filling whatever role is needed, from placating Alpha rage to soothing Omega pain.
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
Sami Callihan has done everything he can to turn Beta convention on its head. He will not bend to the demands of the other types, no matter what is expected of him. He hates the cage of their assumptions, hates that those who know his typing are always sketching out a little mental box to keep him in.
There are reams of health forms and legal documents that say it, over and over again: Sami Callihan is a beta male. There are concrete facts attached to that classification. There are physical differences between him and an omega male, and even more between him and an alpha male. There is the reality of the pheromone blockers and heat suppressants he has to take in order to participate in mixed-type athletic competition, where proximity while unmedicated might lead to unexpected or unwanted complication. There are things that hold true no matter how any beta male might wish it otherwise.
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
None of that changes who Sami is, touches the core of his personality. None of that means he has to be a peacemaker. None of that means he has to be nice.
And Sami makes it a point to be mean. His innate tendency toward methodical and analytical becomes critical, disparaging when people don't measure up to his perfectionism. He is blunt to a fault. He delights in seeing others fail to meet his standards, because it means he can pick them apart. Call him wicked, call him cruel... most of all, call him contrary to what it "means" to be a Beta.
He never asked for his typing. He never asked for the assumptions that come with it. Those assumptions make him angry, and he isn't shy about showing that anger or that scorn.
'I am not who you will have me be. I am myself. And you will have to deal with it.'
****
Eugene Jannetty didn't have to be told what Alphas are capable of, not really. He knew it. Whenever he ran to his mama for comfort as a child, whenever he clung to Marty and sobbed out an explanation of what had frightened him or hurt his feelings, Eugene had pressed a cheek to the scars left by his alpha father.
The scars were crescent-shaped rows, marks left by the teeth that had broken into skin over and over, not exactly in the same place. The first one was a mate mark, and acceptable by societal standards -- being bitten that way was a sign of being mated, marked in the throes of a heat. Couples, young ones especially, would sometimes "renew" the marks by leaving a visible bitemark over the scars, but to reopen the wounds was unnecessary.
It was cruel, what Eugene's father did -- asserting over and over again the physical power he had as an Alpha, trying to trap Marty in learned Omega helplessness. Marty fought back, for Eugene, and eventually they both got away...
...though by that point, Eugene had scars of his own.
Eugene's damage was on the inside -- when he'd been able to understand, Mama and Uncle Shawn called it "abusive head trauma". Because of it, Eugene had been slow to achieve developmental milestones, and slow to pick up concepts in school. Because of it, Eugene can't hear a thing with his left ear. And the world makes assumptions because of all of that.
He isn't stupid. It takes him more time to understand things, sometimes, but he gets it eventually. There aren't that many people who are patient enough to explain things the way Eugene needs them to be explained, but he treasures the ones who do that for him. He's only partially deaf, and he hears more than most folks intend for him to -- whispers both pitying and spiteful.
A skilled wrestler, yes. Trained by Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty, so of course he has talent honed into skills. But slow, simple... temperamental like a teenager, like an Alpha -- someone to be watched cautiously, especially when he gets emotional.
Eugene never wanted to present as an Alpha. He stands at six foot four, height inherited from his father; he uses product before going to the ring to tame the wild curls he inherited from his father; he takes all his medications with near obsessive dedication, to keep at bay the typing he inherited from his father. He does his very, very best to be gentle and thoughtful, training himself into it by repetition and routine.
Folks often say he's a sweet thing; compliment and insult in the same breath, as if he wouldn't notice.
He wishes that more people could see him as a person, not so much as a curiosity. But they see what they want to see, when they look at him, and even the friendliest of people put up walls.
****
A place for everything, and everything in its place.
It's almost funny, with how fastidious Sami can be, that he resents so thoroughly what society calls his place. He can't change being a Beta, but he won't be the Beta that they expect. He'll be his own man.
****
A place for everything, and everything in its place.
It's sad, Eugene thinks, how jumbled up he feels. Maybe there isn't a place for an Alpha like him. He's a lot of work, after all, and it wouldn't be fair to ask someone else to take that on. He'll have to be his own man.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Omegaverse; original character; references to past abuse
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: none
Summary: Sami Callihan and Eugene Jannetty are different from each other, but they both have armor, forged by experience, to deal with the world they were born into.
Note: To use the AO3 relationships parlance -- while this takes place in a continuity where "Sami/OC" is the endgame, this particular piece takes place before "Sami & OC" is even a thing.
Armored
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
Each one comes with its own expectations, its own burdens. In other aspects, a person may change, but the type that one presents as upon maturity... that is immutable. Society has built up assumptions over time, ideas of what each type is like -- forceful Alphas, prone to fits of temper and violence; tractable Omegas, easy to mold and sway, victims of biology and the lust that so easily overtakes them; placid and steady Betas, filling whatever role is needed, from placating Alpha rage to soothing Omega pain.
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
Sami Callihan has done everything he can to turn Beta convention on its head. He will not bend to the demands of the other types, no matter what is expected of him. He hates the cage of their assumptions, hates that those who know his typing are always sketching out a little mental box to keep him in.
There are reams of health forms and legal documents that say it, over and over again: Sami Callihan is a beta male. There are concrete facts attached to that classification. There are physical differences between him and an omega male, and even more between him and an alpha male. There is the reality of the pheromone blockers and heat suppressants he has to take in order to participate in mixed-type athletic competition, where proximity while unmedicated might lead to unexpected or unwanted complication. There are things that hold true no matter how any beta male might wish it otherwise.
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
None of that changes who Sami is, touches the core of his personality. None of that means he has to be a peacemaker. None of that means he has to be nice.
And Sami makes it a point to be mean. His innate tendency toward methodical and analytical becomes critical, disparaging when people don't measure up to his perfectionism. He is blunt to a fault. He delights in seeing others fail to meet his standards, because it means he can pick them apart. Call him wicked, call him cruel... most of all, call him contrary to what it "means" to be a Beta.
He never asked for his typing. He never asked for the assumptions that come with it. Those assumptions make him angry, and he isn't shy about showing that anger or that scorn.
'I am not who you will have me be. I am myself. And you will have to deal with it.'
****
Eugene Jannetty didn't have to be told what Alphas are capable of, not really. He knew it. Whenever he ran to his mama for comfort as a child, whenever he clung to Marty and sobbed out an explanation of what had frightened him or hurt his feelings, Eugene had pressed a cheek to the scars left by his alpha father.
The scars were crescent-shaped rows, marks left by the teeth that had broken into skin over and over, not exactly in the same place. The first one was a mate mark, and acceptable by societal standards -- being bitten that way was a sign of being mated, marked in the throes of a heat. Couples, young ones especially, would sometimes "renew" the marks by leaving a visible bitemark over the scars, but to reopen the wounds was unnecessary.
It was cruel, what Eugene's father did -- asserting over and over again the physical power he had as an Alpha, trying to trap Marty in learned Omega helplessness. Marty fought back, for Eugene, and eventually they both got away...
...though by that point, Eugene had scars of his own.
Eugene's damage was on the inside -- when he'd been able to understand, Mama and Uncle Shawn called it "abusive head trauma". Because of it, Eugene had been slow to achieve developmental milestones, and slow to pick up concepts in school. Because of it, Eugene can't hear a thing with his left ear. And the world makes assumptions because of all of that.
He isn't stupid. It takes him more time to understand things, sometimes, but he gets it eventually. There aren't that many people who are patient enough to explain things the way Eugene needs them to be explained, but he treasures the ones who do that for him. He's only partially deaf, and he hears more than most folks intend for him to -- whispers both pitying and spiteful.
A skilled wrestler, yes. Trained by Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty, so of course he has talent honed into skills. But slow, simple... temperamental like a teenager, like an Alpha -- someone to be watched cautiously, especially when he gets emotional.
Eugene never wanted to present as an Alpha. He stands at six foot four, height inherited from his father; he uses product before going to the ring to tame the wild curls he inherited from his father; he takes all his medications with near obsessive dedication, to keep at bay the typing he inherited from his father. He does his very, very best to be gentle and thoughtful, training himself into it by repetition and routine.
Folks often say he's a sweet thing; compliment and insult in the same breath, as if he wouldn't notice.
He wishes that more people could see him as a person, not so much as a curiosity. But they see what they want to see, when they look at him, and even the friendliest of people put up walls.
****
A place for everything, and everything in its place.
It's almost funny, with how fastidious Sami can be, that he resents so thoroughly what society calls his place. He can't change being a Beta, but he won't be the Beta that they expect. He'll be his own man.
****
A place for everything, and everything in its place.
It's sad, Eugene thinks, how jumbled up he feels. Maybe there isn't a place for an Alpha like him. He's a lot of work, after all, and it wouldn't be fair to ask someone else to take that on. He'll have to be his own man.
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