Aimless Fluff Tonight Because Im Feeling It. John Price X Reader

aimless fluff tonight because im feeling it. john price x reader

“mm…hello?”

“there’s my girl.”

“john?”

he can see you with clarity when he closes his eyes. you’re rolling onto your belly, readjusting yourself between the soft cotton sheets and the early morning pitch. rubbing your eyes, stifling a yawn, settling back into a lullaby consciousness and a blissful ignorance to hour on the clock.

when he opens them, the image is gone, but your voice remains.

“everything okay?”

he hums.

“jus’missed hearin’ your voice.”

and what a sound it is. even through the tinfoil connection- softness breaks and mends with your deep breaths on the other line. like the spinning of yarn. he fidgets with the frayed ends of the mittens you made him before he left.

your giggle is a drug- intoxicates him until he’s leaning into the cement, trying to keep his inebriation a secret from simon, who is pretending to be asleep for both of their sakes.

“since when did you become such a sap?”

he chuckle is low. “always been that way, m’fraid. jus took marryin’ you to bring it outta me.”

your laugh is tired, and he hears your response before you say it. makes his heart twist.

“im missing you, john.”

“I know,” he closes his eyes again, trying to conjure the image of you, but it’s hazier now, distant, “couple more days.”

“you better…” you’re sniffling now, and john closes his fist around the soft gloves and pictures you in the living room, perched in your chair and hiding their beginnings from him because it was ‘a surprise’, “you better come home.”

“of course I will darlin’,” he smiles, “always do, don’t I?”

that seems to satisfy you, if only enough to lull you back into your sheets. he rolls his shoulders, allowing himself to listen to your breath pattern. memorizes it, and if he plugs his ears, he can pretend you’re sleeping next to him.

pretend that you belong where it’s grimy.

“promise me, john?”

thrifted chair. oak desk. office calls and paperwork. that’s what you voice sounds like- the temptation to never make another promise he cannot keep.

maybe he is getting to old for this.

“promise.”

Vague MWIII Spoilers:

They really waited for the worst moment to reveal that Ghost has massive honkers.

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jnsmeyv

9 months ago

when someone doesn’t wanna tell me what i did wrong and suddenly i’m 8 years old wondering what i did to make my mom mad again

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jnsmeyv

1 month ago

"si."

"doll."

"what's this flower called?"

simon looked at the billionth flower you showed in just twenty minutes, sighing. "im a soldier love, not a gardener." though he took the pink colored flower from your hands, and placed it in the small box you bringed, just to turn them into a sticker later and put it in your notebook.

"makes sense," you murmured. "though i thought you'd knew since you guys are always on the forests or mountains."

"we don't really have time to search which flower is which doll." he said softly, moving everything that was sharp in front of you, in the small forest you two discovered in your hike. you liked getting lost in nature walks with your husband, who was as useful as a swiss army knife in your eyes.

"shame." you murmured, holding his hand when you felt like you were stumbling. though you liked to be a little dramatic sometimes. as you both continued to hike, and pick flowers, you occasionally liked to touch big tree's. "how fast you can climb this?" you asked curiously, looking up at the big oak tree.

"three minutes, max." he said with a casual confidence that made you remember why you falled for this man. he could do anything, and it was impressing you embaressingly enough.

"wanna test it out?" you asked with a mischief smirk on your face. simon mirrored.

"what do i get in return?"

"a big kiss."

he started climbing that moment, finding bumps to step on or using his big knife to help him climb, going all in for a kiss. you chuckled as he sat on one of the sticks, looking at the time. "two minutes and a half, lieutenant!"

as if it was nothing, he jumped down from that tree, landing on his feet with a loud thud. "my reward." his hands immediatly reached out and you happily hugged his neck, giving him the biggest smooch.

the next time he returns from a deployment, he has a bunch of squished mountain flowers on his gear pocket, a few of them losing their leaves but it mattered to you nonetheless. because he thought the weird and rare flowers would look great on your little notebook, and you felt special that he remembered that while fighting for his life.

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jnsmeyv

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