life, uh, finds a way

john "hip thrust" price

You always find Simon in the same spot—sitting on his couch with a mug of tea in one hand, the TV on but the volume low, like he’s watching it just for background noise. He barely moves when you come in, just shifts his head a little like he was expecting you, even though you never text to say you're coming.

“And then she rolled her eyes at me,” you say as you drop down next to him, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Like I was the one being unreasonable for asking her to hold the door.”

Simon doesn’t react right away, which isn’t unusual. He lets a second or two pass, like he’s thinking it through, even though he probably made up his mind as soon as he heard your tone. Finally, he hums quietly and says, “She’s not worth your breath,” while reaching over to pat the top of your head in that way he always does.

You don’t even bother hiding how much you like that. You lean into his hand just a little, and for a moment you let the annoyance melt off your face.

It’s always like this between you and Simon. You walk in, already mid-rant about something that annoyed you during training or some dumb argument someone had in the mess, and he just listens. Or, well—he sits there while you go off, mostly quiet, only chiming in with a few words here and there.

But he always makes it clear he’s paying attention. The way his eyes shift to look at you when your voice tightens. The way he’ll hand you a blanket or a snack before you even ask. The way he remembers the tiny details you forget you even told him.

You joke sometimes that you adopted him. That you took in this emotionally unavailable soldier who barely likes people and decided that he’s your best friend now, whether he wanted that or not. He never complains. He never tells you to leave. Even when you steal his cookies or fall asleep on his couch, he just lets you stay.

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╰⪼ poly!alpha!141 x gn!omega!reader

✩⃝ ⃝=͟͟͞ part one (following parts are all linked w/ pt. 1)

╰⪼ alpha!ghoap x fem!omega!reader

✩⃝ ⃝=͟͟͞ part one (following parts are all linked w/ pt. 1)

╰⪼ omega!soap x fat/curvy!fem!alpha!reader

✩⃝ ⃝=͟͟͞ part one (following parts are all linked w/ pt. 1)

╰⪼ bits, pieces, and oneshots

cat nap!

it all takes but one glance at you and johnny doesn't know left from right anymore.

pair that with the captain's introduction of you being his new personal assistant and the 141's secretary and being a bloody alpha and johnny's whole being is in a sudden frenzy.

a female alpha he's rarely met one in his life.

most females serving in the military are betas. female alpha's choose different careers due to the military being a male dominated field, and everyone knows that female and male alphas don't get along most of the time.

or it takes lots of work and, in some cases, lots of fights for dominance to balance out a pack order and the cycle repeats itself until someone is transferred or, in the rarest of cases, someone gets injured.

but you don't look like a typical alpha, certainly don't smell or behave like one.

you look comically tiny next to captain price, his packs alpha, his leader. you look tame, well-mannered, friendly and... warm... soft.

he can barely imagine you in some feral alpha rut, and oh there goes his heart skipping a beat that leaves him straightening his stance, rolling his broad shoulders.

and as a male omega, johnny knows the struggles; he knows how difficult it is to look a certain way, but present another.

he doesn't look like an omega, doesn't behave like one. never has.

"i got that dog in me"

the dog:

he's cockwarming..

I need to bite 🤤

some silly HC of 141 knowing you read x reader stuff lol

Soap would get ridiculously jealous. he'd get all pouty, and would try to distract you from whatever you were reading by nuzzling onto you, taking you in his arms, and touched you all over. Eventually tho, he got curious and read them with you. He wouldn't say that he was much of a reader himself, but the things you read are actually so damn good?? the jealousy of you reading about yourself with someone else was forgotten, as he got intrigued with how well they were written. and before he knew it, he started writing himself. because well- it counts as him getting more of your attention right? and yes, he is taking your requests. win win.

Gaz would tease you about it, maybe make fun of you for a lil bit but that's it. he wasn't really jealous and definitely didn't think that you were ridiculous for reading something like that. If he walked into the room and saw you being focused on whatever you were reading on the screen, he wants in. Taking you in his lap, arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder and read along with you. Fortunately, he read slow (not really, you just read really fast, he said). so every once in a while he would reach out and scroll back up if you didn't ask if he was done before scrolling.

Ghost could never understand why you would read those stuffs when he's right there. would definitely try to distract you by fucking you stupid until your phone slipped out of your hand. Yup, every time he found you getting lost in the story, he would immediately be on you. gripping your jaw, turning your head to the side so he could kiss you until you were breathless. rough hand went down your pants and toyed with your sex- no, he wasn't jealous of some fictional characters.. why would he?

Price didn't understand either, but he'd let you enjoy things. if he found you reading, he'd lean closer and squint his eyes as he tried to read some of the sentences himself. would give you his thoughts on the section you were reading like it was Shakespeare literature and not omegaverse lactation kink fanfiction (what's the difference, rly-). What you didn't know is.. when you weren't looking, he would secretly use your phone and send the link to himself to read later.. not because he was interested himself, well.. not quite. he just wanted to know what you're into at the moment, and would definitely put it into practice in the bedroom.

Gaz scrolling back is genuinely so funny to me tho?-

pretty privilege has its limit :/ id be mad at him smh u_u)/

Bro ik I would let him read and just mess with him the entire time he's catching up

at some point id just let him read it to me out loud

BRO THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY THO

Not even looking at the phone straddling his lap facing him staring up at him while he reads it to us

Maybe his eyes flit down to look at us and he fucks up the next sentence

It becomes an inside joke

yeahhh

and we reading smut, so Kyle, you have to moan the dialogue out :/

Look how fluffy his hair is!!!!

Imagine running your fingers in it 🫠

You know how Soap finally got you and Simon together? By dying. Yeah, you read that right. The bastard was that extra.

You always knew he was dramatic, but this? This was a whole new level. He used to say you and Simon belonged together, and you used to tell him to shove it. Simon was insufferable, and you were pretty sure he thought the same about you. Every interaction you had was an argument waiting to happen. Soap, though? He saw something else. Maybe he saw more than what was there, or maybe he just wanted to be right. Either way, he was relentless.

“You two are gonna name your firstborn after me, just you wait,” he’d say, grinning ear to ear.

“I’m gonna name my dog after you,” you’d shoot back. “And it’s gonna be the ugliest, stinkiest mutt I can find.”

Soap loved that. He loved poking the bear—which, in this case, was both you and Simon. He was your best friend, but he was also Simon’s best friend. Somehow, he got away with it. No one else could push Simon’s buttons like he did, and no one else could push yours either.

You look back at 141 during backshots: mdni

Gaz: Grabs your face and kisses you.

Price: Flips you over into a mating press because you're too pretty not to look at.

Soap: Recording with his phone to watch again for later.

Ghost: Pulls your hair and tugs your head back so you can't break eye contact all while a cigarette dangles from his mouth.

You look back at 141 during backshots: mdni

Gaz: Grabs your face and kisses you.

Price: Flips you over into a mating press because you're too pretty not to look at.

Soap: Recording with his phone to watch again for later.

Ghost: Pulls your hair and tugs your head back so you can't break eye contact all while a cigarette dangles from his mouth.

You don’t see Simon for the rest of the night.

Not for lack of trying—he’s just gone. Vanished like a ghost. Granted, this is kind of his whole thing, but you can’t help but feel like he’s actively avoiding you.

The others eventually settle down after rinsing every last drop of entertainment out of the situation. Soap keeps making exaggerated heart eyes at you across the room until Gaz tells him to shut up. The whole thing feels like a joke to them. Just another way to get under Simon’s skin. But you…

You don’t know what to do with it.

Because it was a lie.

Or—no, it wasn’t, that’s the whole point. It was the truth. And Simon, who never gives anything away, who never lets his guard down, got caught. And now, he’s gone.

You find him outside later, standing near the edge of the base, smoking. His back is to you, but you know he hears you coming. He always does.