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imaginedreamwrite · 12 days ago

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Hi! I'm sleep deprived, I'm new to your blog, tried to find your rules (I may have missed it ngl but I wanna ask this now when I still remember it coz I have a memory of a goldfish). Idk if you're up to writing imagines???? But if you are, poly tf141 x reader (I'm leaning towards poly, but you do you) where reader and tf141 (or maybe each one of them if you want solo character x reader) are in a long time committed relationship, and reader found some things where she believed tf141 is cheating on her. She's dead set and has evidence (now you do you, either they were never cheating in the first place, or had, but regretted it. Anyways I just want angst but reader stays on top. )

I got issues lol

Have a great day! Feel free to ignore this, no worries 💙💙💙

In general my rules are very simple: I don’t write non-con/dub-con and I don’t write dd/lg, stepcest. I write spicy content occasionally and smut occasionally but it’s all consensual and if there is bondage included its all safe and in established relationships

I hope you don't mind, I made this a/b/I, I thought it would fit well with Alpha/Omega dynamics

Today was not the day; you were not the one.

You were annoyed, irritated by the standoffish rift in your relationship with your alpha's. Your boys who had been secretive in their conversations with each other, hiding behind excuses of training field exercises or debriefings.

It was hell for you, a torrential irritant that made your mood sour, fuelled by your curiosity to know what in the hell was going on with them. Captain John Price, the oldest of your alpha's, was naturally stoic and had looped in the rest of them into this quietude.

They weren’t outright ignoring you, they would never completely cut you off, not when you were part of this established relationship. However they were guarded, more closed off with whispers lingering between them.

Today was not the day; you were not the one.

It was hell, hectic and crazy in the base hospital after one of the new recruits had miscalculated the range of an explosive. While no one was seriously injured or had lost a limb, there was a large influx of soldiers needing care. You were thrown into it, elbows deep in young soldiers and private’s that were caught in the crossfire.

You were busy, running off your feet with the other nurses and the doctors attending. You were using that busyness as a distraction from the problems in your relationship. You didn’t allow yourself to think of what was going on, of why John, Simon, Gaz & Johnny were distancing themselves from you.

They loved you, you loved them. And yet it seemed as if they were closing in on themselves while you were left wondering what the hell you’d done wrong. You were a secure Omega, or you had tried to be anyway, but when all four of your alpha's were secretive it was impossible to ignore.

You were also a petty Omega and if they wanted to be secretive with you than you were going to give them that energy right back. And you weren't going to be quiet about it either.

When you had earned your first break of the day, after running off your feet like a headless chicken, you had been greeted at the base hospital doors by Gaz. One of your alpha's had shown up to speak to you, or maybe to spend a little time with you now that you had a moment to breathe. But you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you, not when the alpha's wanted to be secretive with each other.

Instead of greeting Gaz with the usual excitement, you had almost entirely brushed past him. Your eyes reflected your annoyance and your tone of voice was kept at neutral when you addressed him.

"I don't have time for you." You brushed him off, the first rejection of your alpha's was met with Kyle's confusion and a y'right? as you moved past him.

Captain Price was the next to be rebuffed, the next of your alpha's that you'd ignored and negated to speak to. He had appeared one of the storage rooms you were in, as you were searching for extra gauze and medical tape. The door opened and shut, and his strong presence lingered behind you.

"You ignored Gaz earlier. Something you wanna talk about?" His voice, which was usually soothing, was grating to your ears and the secrecy between the alpha's had only strengthened your resolve.

"I'm not ignoring Gaz, I'm ignoring all of you." You rebuffed his claim and shrugged off his hand when he tried to touch you, your teeth figuratively bared at your Alpha. "And I'm busy so-"

"We're going to talk about this now." John had tried cornering you, he would try and keep you exactly where you were so the conversation could continue.

"Respectfully get bent, captain." Your voice dripped with sarcasm and distaste, your eyes reflecting your usual veneration for your alpha's was hidden and disguised by your hurt over their secrecy. "I'm busy and I don't have time for you."

Your rebuffing of the oldest Alpha was felt throughout your little pack. First it was Gaz and then it was Price, the Sergeant and the captain feeling the first strike of your temporary rejection. However your rebuffing of the two was not going to stop Johnny from attempting to get you to crack.

The devilishly charming Scotsman had cornered you in the mess hall, sidling up to you with a tray full of food--hopeful that maybe you were just hungry and stressed. And like the good Alpha he tried to be, he had provided you with your favourite food, or at least all that was available on base.

"There's the little Omega, grumpy today aren't you?" His attempt at charming you into submission was vexing, and it had only soured your mood further. They wanted to be riddled in secrecy, they wanted to whisper among themselves and then try and butter you up when you gave them the same treatment? It was pissing you off.

"Fuck you," you snapped at him, shoving the tray back across the table toward him, that hurt driving you an emotional high that presented itself as guarded.

"Calm down, bon! I'm trying to keep ya fed-" You stood from the table you were at and left Johnny behind, no longer wanting to be around him or any of the other alpha's that you'd given yourself to.

You might have been a pack but at the moment you felt like the outsider. It pissed you off but even more than that, it stung you deeply. It had cut you deeper than you anticipated it to, it left you feeling insecure and vulnerable. The feeling of being on the outside made you want to find them, to yell and scream and demand they tell you what the hell was going on.

But you weren't going to give them the satisfaction. No, you were going to rebuff them just as you'd felt they'd done to you.

And after rejecting Gaz, Price and Johnny, there was only one Alpha you hadn't seen that day. You were holding out hope that you wouldn't see Simon, that you wouldn't come across Ghost, just to save you the headache.

You had almost thought you succeeded in avoiding him entirely, you had been busy working with the nurses in the base hospital. You were focused on dealing with the soldier's who required care after the training incident, grateful for the distraction. Of course any luck you'd felt while avoiding the other three had ended with a bang--quite literally--when Simon Riley had nearly bashed the doors of the hospital off it's hinged.

"You." He gave you no chance to run, to try and hide from your alpha's wrath, that you fully expected to be unleashed. Any attempt to run was immediately shut down when Simon grabbed the front of your scrubs and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He said nothing, nothing but you in greeting and then carted you out of the base hospital like it was his God given right.

You squirmed, you hissed and cursed him out, dragging his name through every muddied curse word you could vocalise. You had fought to get yourself down from his shoulder and had swiftly received a smack on the ass as a warning. Only when Simon had returned to his room and you were deposited on his bed had you been addressed again.

"You've been in a piss poor mood all day. Speak." Simon slammed the door behind you both, locking it and closing off your means for escape. "Now, darlin'. I'm not waiting all night-"

"You're a bunch of assholes, you know that?" You sat up on his bed, your eyes narrowed and jaw ticking as you ground your teeth together. "You are all a bunch of dicks."

"And?" Simon's eyebrow raised in question, arms crossed over his chest as he stared you down. "What else is new, Omega?"

"You're being a dick and going behind my back, being all secretive and shut. How do you think that makes me feel?" You grabbed his pillow from behind you and threw it with as much force as you could muster, speaking through gritted teeth. "So fuck you and fuck-"

"Fuck me, Y/N!" Simon growled under his breath and rolled his eyes, starting to pace back and forth in front of the door. "Is that why you're all pissy?"

"God you're such an asshole!" You reached for another pillow, your fingers clenching against the cotton. "I'm feeling ignored-"

"Would you shut up for a moment?" He stopped pacing and turned to face you, his beautiful and cold eyes boring into you. "I love you darling, but you can be incredibly daft."

"Oh fuck-"

"Did you forget your birthday was next week, hmm?" Simon cut you off, speaking over you. His tone of voice shifted from irritated to surprisingly amused, a deep and husky chuckle falling from his lips.

"What?" Your eyes zeroed in on him, your defensiveness climbing while listening to him speaking, to him laughing at you. "What does-"

"Your birthday," Simon grinned, something you'd only seen in privacy within the pack and by yourself, "is next week. The reason we're all quiet around you is because we're planning something for you."

Your anger had risen and immediately deflated, your shoulders dropping when his words sunk into you. Your birthday was next week and your Alpha's were planning something. Your birthday, that you'd completely forgotten about, that you'd not even acknowledged, was the reason for all the secrecy.

"Oh." The sound was soft, your lips forming the oh as you repeated yourself again. "Well shit..."

Silence fell between you, and then you leaned back against the wall. You sighed with a mix of relief and exhaustion, finding the day's anger that was aimed at your Alpha's incredibly draining. But now that you knew the truth, you felt that weight being lifted from you.

"I guess I owe Gaz, Price and Johnny an apology." You tilted your head, watching Simon slowly walk toward you as if he was a predator stalking you.

"Not so fast, love. You're starting your apology here." Simon's smirk was incredibly indicative of what would happen in the next few hours--a physical bonding reinforced by him, and then the rest of your alpha's.

#Alpha!John Price x Omega!Reader #alpha!Simon Riley x Omega!Reader #Alpha!Kyle Gaz Garrick x Omega!Reader #Alpha!John MacTavish x Omega!Reader #tf 141 x reader #poly 141 x reader #poly 141 #miscommunication Monday #miscommunication modays

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imaginedreamwrite · 12 days ago

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Miscommunication Monday: bookish omega finding a ring in Kyle’s drawer and she thinks it’s for someone else because the ring didn’t fit, but he just needed it resized

It was an accident. An accident that shattered your perception of your relationship with Gaz. You didn’t mean to find it, you were just putting clothes away and stumbled on the box. It was hidden well, shoved deep into the dresser and you’d almost missed it entirely.

But when you were putting things away you’d felt the velvet box and flipped out, thinking you’d just touched a furry spider. After initially calming down, your attention returned to the object in his drawer—the ring box that was sitting among jeans.

While finding it was an accident, your curiosity would not falter. You cracked open the box and pulled the ring from inside, your mind racing while your heart pounded. You tried to slip the ring on your finger, hopeful that this might have been for you, yet…

Your heart nearly broke in two when the ring didn’t fit. It was too small, wouldn’t slip down without getting stuck. That initial hopefulness had turned to ash and dust, and your heart ached beyond all reason. You shoved the ring back into the box and tossed the box back into the drawer. You must’ve slammed the drawer with too much force, because the sound had drawn Gaz from the living room.

And the sight of you crying had made him worry.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” His hands found your shoulders, his brown eyes boring into you as you tried to shrug him off. Your throat burned and you wanted to yell at him not to touch you, not to look at you or speak to you—not while your heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces.

“Love, talk to me-“

“You have a ring.” You mumbled, anger turning to deep hurt that rattled you. “And it doesn’t fit.”

Gaz stared at you, his brown eyes boring into your own before he had looked back at the drawer. The corner of his lips twitched, a smile threatening to form on his lips, though he had kept himself temporarily neutral. At least he had until you made a sound akin to a wounded animal, and then he reacted.

“No, no don’t cry.” His arms wrapped around your back as he pulled you into his chest, surrounding you with his scent. “It’s for you, sweetheart. I need to get it resized, Y/N.”

“What?” You pulled back, staring up at him with your blurry eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks. “It’s what?”

“It’s for you, silly omega.” A grin broke on Gaz’s face, wide and bright and charming. “It’s for you, I need to get it resized. I got it while I was gone, and I didn’t have time to resize it before I got back.”

Gaz had reached for the dresser, yanking open the drawer to pull out the ring box. He had opened the lid and reached for the ring, his fingers holding the delicate band before slipping it as far as it would go on your finger. It sat there, too small, yet it was a sign—the intention behind it had brought a new swell of tears rolling down your eyes.

“Yes.” You lean into him, giving him an answer to the question he didn’t even have to ask. “Yes, a thousand times yes.”

“Good.” Gaz turned your head and kissed you softly, sweetly capturing your heart with every second your lips met. “I’ll have it resized soon, I promise.”

#alpha!Kyle Gaz Garrick x omega!Reader #alpha!Gaz Garrick x omega!reader #alpha!Gaz #miscommunication modays #miscommunication monday

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