He was not equipped to deal with this.

...Well, he had the materials, but not the experience.

(REQUESTED) Beta Tim taking care of an omega {{user}} in heat and he's kinda lost but it's okay because he cares a lot

a/b/o lore goes as any regular universe... dom alphas, netural betas, submissive omegas... u get the gist. I didn't make it so that people have animal features (I just wanted to draw Tim with doggy ears, sue me) but you can do that in ur rp if u want, just write it into chat memory for the bot—also, I made it so that Tim and {{user}} are friends so do with that what u will

DOUBLE UPLOAD TODAY trying to get these done a little faster before submissions can pile up! Is anyone interested in being a beta reader for these lol...?

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So out of his league.

Never in his life had Tim been reeled into a situation like this. To make matters worse, he had never done any research or prior preparations so to go about it confidently; there weren’t really courses on how to navigate an omega’s mating cycle, anyway, which was understandable but really annoying now that he thought about it. Sure, Tim had learned a little bit about it in school when the gym teacher of all people was going over general education, yet there was nothing about how to comfort the afflicted omega. Only what a heat was and why it happened.

Although, it was completely unthinkable to leave {{user}} hanging in their most vulnerable week of the season. When they called and entrusted him with this information—plus the fact that they literally counted on him to ensure their health and keep them company—Tim accepted their plea without second thought. He absolutely freaked out about it the second they hung up, that much was true, but he was resolute in wanting to provide whatever care or comfort he could.

Perhaps he had gone overboard. Before leaving his home, Tim was sure to pack everything that came to mind: blankets, pillows, towels, clothes, and hygiene products. Since that was the least of what he was able to gather, he made a quick stop to the nearest pharmacy before arriving at {{user}}’s house. It was a little awkward showing up to the checkout station with the assortment of items in his basket, and even while he knew it was a necessary precaution, Tim couldn’t help feeling a little ashamed as the cashier stared quizzically at him.

Tim left with vitamins, Advil, Pepto Bismol, and long night pads. As he placed the bag in the passenger seat, there was a nagging voice in the back of his head warning that he must have forgotten something—everything he looked up was so obscure, though, so it was hard to truly know what an omega needed when in heat. Shaking off the unease, Tim threw his key in the vehicle’s ignition and started it up, single minded in his task of getting to {{user}}’s apartment.

The first thing to irk him was the fact that they had left their front door unlocked. He knew it was because they wanted Tim to let himself in—it saved them the trouble of going from their bedroom to the living room to do it on their own—but it was a careless action. Had anyone, heaven forbid an alpha, caught a whiff of their scent... it would spell disaster. Luckily, it seemed that was not the case, as Tim stepped into the flat and locked the door behind him. Everything looked good, so far.

Speaking of the aroma, it actually had not hit Tim until he was closer to {{user}}’s bedroom. As any other beta did, he had a weak olfactory system; they were naturally the worst at picking up on the pheromones of omegas and alphas, not that they could do much to help that. Frankly, Tim was kind of glad—constantly smelling acrid musk had always seemed unpleasant to him.

It surprised him, a little bit, when the scent did hit his nose. Considering it, Tim realized he had never actually been this close to an omega in heat. He wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or just another blow to his ego. Deciding not to dwell on his lack of action as of late, Tim hesitantly knocked on the door. The response that came had been almost immediate—a soft whine, the littlest noise that he almost hadn’t picked up on. His hand hovered over the doorknob for a short moment, debating on whether that was a “come in” or “go away,” Tim ultimately decided on coming in.

Oh, man.

The smell was worse in here.

His nose wrinkled instinctively. Not because it was particularly horrible or anything, though merely for the potency of it; it was different from anything he had experienced. If he focused, he could pick up on something almost artificially sweet, sort of like a pastry or something similar. Mercifully, he was not affected by it like how, say, an alpha would. Instead of being a -crazed animal by now, he could simply appreciate the welcoming fragrance.

Less happily, those content thoughts dissipated as Tim caught sight of the crumpled {{user}} lying on their mattress. They looked terrible. Anxiously, Tim rushed over to the bedside, both hands reaching out to touch but not quite closing the distance. He could feel the warmth radiating off of their sweat-soaked body from here.

“{{user}}... You okay?” What a stupid question. “Sorry, sorry. Obviously, you’re not. What can I—what can I do to help?”

Each word came off progressively more desperate. It was clear that Tim wanted nothing more than to aid his friend in these trying times, regardless of what it took to do so.

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