birdie.

sundresses & self-love

[prettybird-ie]

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[ceruleanheaven]

why does everybody hate me [remembers my behaviour and personality] why dont they hate me more

[prettybird-ie]

for my girlies with chronic pain / illness ! <3

you hiss as you wearily push to sit up, linen sheets cooling against the warmth of sleep your body harbored.

"fookin', wha' time 's it?" new sunlight biting at his eyes, johnny mactavishs heavy arm coils tighter around the weight of your torso. gently tugging you back into the inner cocoon of his chest.

"j-johnny," a meek warn slips past your lips. pain he unknowingly sparks stinging through your body. your voice is low, careful of simon riley snoring soft just beside the two of you.

johnnys ears are tuned to your voice.

"fock, m'sorry hen," he doesnt bother with the same respect you do, voice loud and gritty with rest. his arm immediately slinks from around you, scrambling up. sheets kicked off him carelessly. "wha' ye need?"

"wot the fuck."

your smile is faint. looking up at johnny slightly, mohawk tussled wild and eyes still squinted as they adjust to light. "i— i dunno, ice pack please?" he nods, heels quick as he leaves the room.

fingers card through simons loose curls, soft from your conditioner. he growls, brows furrowed as he glares at the ceiling. your own crease as you look at him with heavy guilt.

"im sorry si', i didn—"

"don' apologize luv," he slips from your bed. careful to not knock against you as he moves out from your comfort. "you hungry dovie?"

he tilts his head, thick fingers reaching behind to scratch mindlessly. sunlight paints his bare skin light, gliding chest scars golden under its warm.

"..lil' bit. if youre up to cooking?" he deadpans, sighing out ages of stress.

"no waste in takin' care o' our girl," your face burns hot, arms stubborn in the way the yearn to reach for him, wanting lips peppering him in kisses.

you cant this time, the way your own fights against you. limbs heavy and aching. mind swirling with nausea, a battle for each steady breath that leaves.

"thank you si'," you settle for quiet gratitude this time, knowing you can make up later.

he nods. eerily quiet as he leaves. johnny stomping in just moments after, arms full of a miscellaneous grab of items.

"'ere love! brough' the whole stock," he grins, padding over and stretching his haul over the end of your bed. "pills, cold an' hot pads, snacks, ipad, drinks, blankets, an' other shite." your eyes skim through his collection, already picking out a few things.

"thank you johnny, this means a lot love."

he waves you off, grabbing overly plushy pillows. "ack, ye knen ah would do anythin' bonnie love," hes careful to set them behind you, profuse apologies shared whenever he sees you wince. eyeing every small movement, hands careful. "'appy?"

"perfect."

a/n — a lil self indulgent , havent been feeling the best . i hope anyone with similar struggles starts feeling lighter !

[prettybird-ie]

"johnny what the fuck?" you growl, thunder booming angry in the storm behind you. rain cries loud as it pours heavy against the earth, mini floods covering the sidewalk you had previously stumbled through.

the moment your fist met the peeling paint of his door, it was swung open. johnny mactavish standing in its wake. grey boxers you dared not look at, and an old military tee. last name plastered in yellow on the back.

"aye, ye came."

only because simon wasnt home.

you dont mention that. scarcely acknowledge the only reason you stood in front of johnny was because your boyfriend was off somewhere else in the world. gone last minute for a solo mission.

"hard to ignore you blowing my fucking phone up," you opt for that exscuse instead.

"coulda blocked meh,"

you scowl. hands clenched in the pockets of simons hoodie. swallowing your figure with its thick fabric, an ideal shield from the drama of the nights storm.

"what? what could you possi—" youre cut off by johnny reaching for you. grubby paws grasping at your arms and pulling you into his chest. startled, you freeze with an 'umph!'. chilling wind whispering behind you.

"ah missed ye so much," he whines. rubbing along the fabric of the hoodie. "'s this simons?" its his turn to scowl.

you wiggle from his hold and smack his hands from off of you. clearly angry with the glare you give in reciprocation. "john!"

"wot? the feck you wearin' 'is shite fer?" he pouts, pulling at the loose sleeves before eventually your smacking annoys him. "an' wots wi' the john?" he mimicks your voice. far too airy to be anywhere near accurate.

"because hes my boyfriend! hes my boyfriend john and you need to get over whatever the fuck this is," you stomp slightly. water splashing onto his floor.

"we aren' over."

thunder cracks across the murky abyss behind. your heart restarts with the surge of energy, racing pulse realigning with nature herself.

you freeze. blinking back a disgusted look of shock when it all comes back. you knew the military was hard, but no way he was already losing it.

"..exscuse me?"

"never told me luv," he grins. blues bright with excitment. like he was simply reminding you of mundane tales. "din' agree."

you cant stop yourself from whispering 'what the fuck', absolutely appalled by his..argument? exscuses? begging?

words struggle to string themselves together in a coherent sentence. they clatter around your head too quickly to grab.

"i— johnny.." you stutter. mouth agape as you fight to maintain a semblance of responsibility. "what the actual fuck." he rolls his eyes. head moving with them as he puffs out a blow of air.

"aye, ahm not lyin' mm?"

"are you crazy? simon literally told me youve been sleeping with girls from the bar. nothing about 'us' is together." you gesture between the two of you.

"ah missed ye! ye knen ah wouldn' cheat otherwise,"

"holy shit youve lost it." your mouth drops open, stepping back from him. rain carefully flicks onto your back. freshly done brows fully furrowed as you look at him.

"ah 'ave not! ahm tellin' the truth," he counters. reaching for you again. his grips stronger than the last, pulling you forwards. his neck cranes down towards your face. puppy eyes large. "hen, luv ple—"

your hand blossoms red on its back. pain stinging through your skin, his breath hitches. deep groan barely bitten back as his head is rocked the other way.

his cheek burns in hot pain. weak compared to all elses hes been through.

"get a fucking grip johnny." you growl. yanking his stunned hands from you and storming off into the anger of the night. darkness swallowing you past the lame light that fades from his house.

you walk with the rain, tears blurring with whatever water splashes onto your face. your phone buzzes deep in the hoodie pocket.

Why aren't you home love? 3:16 A.M.

@kkyynnaa @valeriaakv

[prettybird-ie]

Hi! I just wanted to tell you that I love your writing SO much!! The way you describe even the most casual situation makes it 10x more immersive it’s soooooo good😩

I also don’t know if you do it on purpose, but the way you write reader so non-descriptively makes it so inclusive and that’s so hard to come by in the COD fic space. I want to thank you because it’s been a while since I’ve read something and not been apprehensive about eventually being excluded by some descriptor of reader🫶🏾🥹

Please continue writing!!!

ugh thank you ! this really does mean a lot im blushing !!!

i was worried i was beginning to get a lil too immersive, but im glad ive found a good balance that doesnt deter the story. its nice to know im doing good lmao

i do try to keep my descriptions of the reader as vauge as possible ! and im really happy you noticed, thats super sweet☺️ i feel the more detail of reader i include the less it pertains to everyone, which takes away the point of a self insert story.

im really honored you feel so comfortable with my work, literally the highest honor a writer can be given im kicking my feet

[prettybird-ie]

john price gone rouge after the events of MW3. you want to vomit with anxiety, knowing your husband is out there somewhere. presumably on his own.

it isnt until ghost contacts you from a vauge number do you feel your ever thumping heart slow. details you skim over, only reaching for anything that involves your husband.

ghost is twitchy when he sends the evidence of price sleeping with valeria.

the sudden lack of your previous on going word dump tells him what he already knew.

somewhere still in the house, you feel your heart shatter in agonizing sensitivity. pain blooming in your chest as you double over and finally vomit out all the disgusting anxiety.

[prettybird-ie]

"you broke a lot of rules price."

division crackles through the air as the two men stare down one another. vicious in the way they want to claw at eachother and draw blood.

"fucks sake you idiots, kyle your roll." you hiss, tossing the dice past a grinning johnny.

he snorts with a glance thrown at kyle who blinks at him, caught quiet between the mess of you five.

"ghost," john grits out. eyes narrowed as hes sat beside you. fingers in a firm grip around you thigh. "you wan' end up on my property?" he leans over the table with a low grunt.

"watch yer to—"

"what happened to no call signs at home?" you shove john back by his shoulders and toss a glare at simon. "both of you shut the fuck up. kyle, roll."

"righ' doll, sorry," john pats your thigh softly.

two dice clatter around the board. snake eyes. yet its hardly noticed as john and simon continue to throw low-leveled insults.

"shoul' be feckin' sorry,"

"speak up lieutenant?"

you shove john fully away. simon follows suit on his own. making their way onto their feet besides the new couch. you glare at kyle now, annoyance peaking. "kyle! roll the fucking dice!"

how hard was it to play one board game with them?

kyle stutters as you shout at him, leaving soap the perfect window to swipe a couple $500 bills from the bank. previously simons job.

behind the three of you, john and simon yell at eachother like sisters. fingers pointed and in eachothers faces. you want to rip your hairout.

"will you two grow a fucking pair and man up? god you two annoy me,"

"love, i rolle—"

"johnny! put the shitty railway stations down now!

[prettybird-ie]

dating the 141 means break-ins hardly faze you.

i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.

with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.

youre glad you did.

watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.

"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.

"..ye' love?"

"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving said comment there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.

sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.

alway do they come back home into your arms.

you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town.

so you continue with scrolling through ao3.

paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 

johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.

"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."

kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.

your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.

hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.

you sigh with annoyance, replacing windows was the biggest bitch. but whatever, sukuna is realizing his love for Y/N.

[prettybird-ie]

smut !! p in v sex , public sex , degrading ( ish ) , 3rd party finding yall ! enjoy — <3

taking price and ghost fighting and running with it.

some stupid argument about john not following rules in their little tuesday off base bar games blossoming into two weeks worth of high level pettiness.

snide remarks, shoulder shoving, hell the only time they even looked at each other these days was when they were on the mats. knuckles red and angry as they tore at one another. pride too solid to shake.

which is how you landed beneath simon.

wobbling cries muffled by the thick of his glove. baby doll tee pulled over your swaying tits and showing off a glistening sweaty back to him.

"s-si'! hun—" you hiccup, words slurred beneath the fabric. back stinging with wicked pleasure as he bends you into a mean arch. he watches the fat of your ass ricket with every drive home of his hard pelvis.

"sh, lovie. can' let big man see us 'ere hm?" he grins, balaclava pulled over his nose. he licks a fat wet strip up your nape. groaning at the musky sent of sex that pours over the room. "fuckin, juusstt like tha',"

prices room.

atop prices desk.

without price.

he curves his hand around your right thigh, smacking harshly at the puffy skin of your ass. you squirm, nails digging into the wooden desk. moans only meeting his covering hand.

he dips his hand down to the slick cream mess between you two. stringy connections of cum pull taught each time he drags out all the way to his tip, just to shove all the way back in as he hauls you backwards and shoves his hips forwards. you scream, eyes white as you claw at the hand around your jaw.

he gathers the slick, white ring around his cock creating gummy noises he isnt bothered to muffle.

simon also knows important papers lay just beneath your rocking body. he rubs at your clit messily, juices soppy. you keen, stomach throbbing with the buldge he bullies into you. you smack at his hand, water brimming your tearline.

everything blurs hot for a second. the slamming of a door doesnt register past your clotted ears.

"wot the fuc—" price barges in. face hot with anger before his eyes slot to yours. he watches as shameful lust swirls in them before he flickers down to the wet connection between you and the lieutenant.

you whimper, would be more embarrassed if you hadnt fucked them both before.

simon plows into you feral, blunt covered nails digging into your cheek.

"gon' cum pretty girl? righ' on the old mans shite?" his fingers move from over your mouth to cupping your jaw firmly. moving your head to arch it back. eyes bearily finding him upside down.

he grins, eyes squinted in pure joy.

looking back up to price as he feels you tighten around him the most deliciously. browns burning with complete intention. youre lost, too worried about your impending explosion of a release to truly care as price watches you melt dumb.

he kisses your temple. feeling you muddle over.

babbles leave swollen lips and brows completely furrowed. "there! t-there, please si'! f-fuc—" with his mean pinch on your clit you choke on your moans, blanking as all crashes down on you.

nails dig into simons skin, blood prickling beneath. raspy screaming moan bouncing between both mens ears.

by the time you blink back to current reality, youre carefully laid over johns ruined desk. damp body smudging papers as they stick to your panting chest.

simon dutifully rubs your hips. smiling at john like the asshole he is.

[prettybird-ie]

alright well my heart cant take the 141 not being together thanks A LOT to whoeva wrote that into the plot😾

[prettybird-ie]

"si' love? could you get the door?"

mistake number one. you really shouldve just gone and answered it yourself. wouldnt be stuck in the middle of whatever shitshow this was.

"ye just feckin' left me! like ah was... a shite pair of underwear!"

simon riley stood solid infront of you, blocking you from the tantrum of the other man. his mean mug uncovered by the lack of his familar mask. blonde curls completely askew as he squinted away sleep, trying to reel together johnnys hooten and hollerin'. blonde brows furrowed completely, blinking slow.

johnny continued to point and proclaim. accusations that he probably created when blackout drunk, then decided to simply run with. he paced around your living room, pitiful as he whined and—

holy hell was he crying?

"mate, wot the fuck are ye talkin' 'bout?" johnny stopped. whipping around to face the both of you. sniffling as he glared at simon. yeah he had definitely been crying.

"[+] dumped me fer ye! like— like ah—" you pinched the bridge of your nose, glancing at simon. grey sweats hung low on his hips. youd deal with that later.

"johnny! i did not dump you! you completely forgot we were dating," you hissed. popping out around your big boyfriend and stomping closer to johnny. "and for the record, i met simon months later!"

"ah did nae! ye stopped reachin' eut!"

"the phone goes both ways you fucking idiot." his pout worsened, blues watery with dramatic tears as he fell to his knees and grabbed at your legs. howling like a man lost.

"what the hell are you doing? get up!" you shove at his head, growling curses as attemps to peel him away go unnoticed.

"...you two dated?" simons low voice rings through the wails of johnny. air shifts as you suck in a sharp breath. johnny stops from shaking your legs and you take the moment to rip away before your eyes settle on simon. chest hurling, taking a breath to recollect yourself.

you werent overly thrilled to be talking about exes with him, especially under circumstances where said ex was clawing at you desperately. nontheless however. "..i— yes, simon. this is my ex johnn—"

"you didn' fuckin' tell me when i was sitting straight 'cross from you?"

what?

johnny pales, hold on your legs constricting on instinct. he stutters, weary of looking his best friend in the eye.

"what? simon, no we broke up seven months before i ever met you," your voice tinges as a desperate plea, silence in the room static as you think his anger is directed at you. telling him of your past relationships didnt seem like something hed want to know.

but alas, simon riley was a man of paranoia. "i didnt know youd want to know an—"

johnny unslinks his hold around you. moving his head away with your shoving hand. he sighs, falling back on his heels. "lad means me, hen."

brows furrow as you glance between them. stepping back when you feel the tension brewing inbetween. feeling as if you were in the middle of their breakup.

"ah din say, because ah didn' knen how," the air electricifies.

"johnny," simon barks. lieutenant voice booming in your ears. both you and the scott go ridgid, fear turning your stomachs. "get the fuck up."

warbled groans leave your ex as he stands back on his feet. frown still evident, a twist at a usually grinning face. he glances with guilt weighed eyes. huffing as he tears them away from simons.

"ah just.. shite. ah didn' know what tae say wi' the breakup," he grits out, words forced out of his throat and laid bare before you both.

"an' ah didn agree.." he hisses. you scowl in offense.

you stand quiet. watching as the scott flexes his left hand anxiously. always did when you were onto him for stealing your favorite body scrub.

simons breathing is quiet. staring at johnny in astonishment, never did he believe johnny would keep as big of a secret as he did. never with the likes of you involved.

simon confied in johnny the most after the big reveal. johnny was the first to know the true depths his heart went for you. heard it first; simons plans to first say 'i love you'.

not once did johnny say a word.

"si', ahm really serry."

you almost feel bad for johnny, you knew he was close with his teammates. probably kept your past relations a secret in hopes to not disrupt things between you and simon himself. ghost was a loyal thing. simon would understand his position.

"out johnny." or not.

eyes widen and stare at simon. johnny hiccups, looking ready to cry all over again. you want to speak up, tell them both to shut the fuck up and truly understand eachother.

johnnys out the door before you get the courage. it slams in his temper, leaving you with damage control.

[prettybird-ie]

because them fighting makes NO sense im gonna pretend theyre fighting over me 💜

[prettybird-ie]

Literally doing for more of Simon and the girl who used to go out with Johnny!

Does she see him again? Does Johnny tell Simon????

(Also love your blog :)

hehehe i have a couple plans as for how itll end, im aiming for peak drama. im talking fists flying, crashing sounds, and cats hissing level.

thank you ! i really appreciate it !

[prettybird-ie]

"'toru, cmon! its gonna rain soon," you giggle. tugging satoru gojo by his loose t shirt that you had woken up in early that morning.

"rain hasnt ever hurt anyone sweets," his grin is wide, pretty lips pulled in a flaunt of joy. his long strides easily eat up the gap you previously created between you two. "shit, you have it right?"

you freeze, hair twirling into your face with the turn of your head. wind pushes it back behind you with a small cooling breeze. "satoru." you hiss, brows creasing before a pout softens them. "you didnt forget the lock, did you?" with a small curse, you step closer and looking around his pockets.

he holds a high hand, intricate padlock swinging far above brick pathway and your head. "nah, just kidding!" he laughs obnoxiously as you shove him, teasing smile annoying your further.

the downtown bridge was nothing particularly special, aside from the fact its walkway beside the streets where lined with locks. family, friends, relations of all kinds symbolized in locks that hung from the fence. the adjacent river rocked as small boats moved about, waters blue and calm.

"here?" by luck was there a spot not so crowded. he slinks over, humming in overflowing thought.

"i dunno, seems kinda lame. doesnt it?"

"uh huh. and where do you think is a better spot?"

in a beat does his finger point up, your neck straining to follow his direction.

...

"satoru, youre a fucking idiot. im not putting it on the very top of the bridge!"

back and forth do you two bicker, rolling clouds thickening with the echo of incoming thunder. drowned out by infectious laughs that bounce around you two. honey sweet words full of malice tossed to and from.

after a passing miracle, you settle on a spot. ( the one you previously chose, of course )

with a click! its settled. the heart shaped lock shines an iridescent blue beneath the wavering sun. symbolized amoung countless others was another physical act of devotion and care.

you smile happily whilst your fingers brush over it. content in a million different ways.

gojo, for once, is silent. quiet in the way he admires you. chest heavy as his heart swells, threatening to burst with a kind of joy thats wrapped in gooey love. young and stupid you two absolutely were, he knew with this was a solid finality. swearing himself to you silently.

youd come to know it loudly one day.

"oooo! your cheeks are just sooo squishy!" he pinches the skin carefully. molding your cheeks to squish up before stretching in silly faces. with even more bursting laughs, you reach up towards his face. hair pushed up by the solid black sunglasses he insists he has.

droplets sprinkle patiently, landing on uncovered skin. with understood warning, you pull away. one last glance at the locket. "we better get goin', its gonna poor any moment," his face frowns, not yet done as he tugs on your arm.

"butt honey yummy gummy bummy bear! just a lil' longer?"

"satoru bro, its about to pou—" the sound of pouring rain silences you. immediately, are you two drenched in chilling water. instinctively you scream, whipping around on your heel. ready to leave your boyfriend to fend for himself against the sky.

"where you going?" he smirks, tugging you back against his chest. wet fabric sticky on eachother as he plants his feet.

waving arms and bubbly laugh filled yells dont deter him. water weighs his hair, sticking to his forehead whilst you blink raindrops from your eyes.

"satoru gojo!" you shriek, weak in your attemps to stop him. he twirls you both the other way, further from the car.

rain bounces off the two of you, encapsuling lovers who laugh with one another endlessly.

[prettybird-ie]

"no fucking— youre a malewife?"

sukuna ryomen was the pinnacle of power. waltzing through streets unceremoniously, people naturally parting around him like waves. deep voice echoed across rooms. never questions, just commands. he alone rumored across tokyo to be the most disgusting blood bashing fighter there is.

sukuna did not fight to survive, he fought to entertain.

except.. if the delinquents of japan saw him currently, may the image crumble before them.

itadori couldnt help his obnoxious laughter if he even tried. which he had, desperately. he knew his fate was sealed the moment he puffed out a breath and sukunas eyes locked on him.

yuji hunched over your apartment counters with a clutch on blue-tile countertops so apparent knuckles grew white. his greasy fingetips smudging the freshly cleaned tiles.

sukuna felt his brow twitch, grimace deeping over his face. frilly light green apron tight against his chest, low breaths of warning pushing against thin fabric.

"are you fuckin' done runt?" he crosses heavy arms, bright cleaning yellow gloves creasing loudly as they met.

loud enough that itadori hears through his giggles, and wheezes harder. clutching his stomach in support.

itadori glances up at sukuna again, fighting to regin in his hysteric laughs. one teary squint towards sukuna leading him to burst out laughing all again

whether it was the apron, gloves, or hair band keeping his messy hair from his brothers face, who the hell knows.

sukuna yanks itadoris collar, dragging him back towards the door. "get the fuck out," he hisses. foot steps heavy in anger. "disrespecting me in my fuckin' house,"

with a lazy toss, yujis out the door. hardly dazed by the throw. "jeez ryo', didnt know you were so sensitive."

he glares harder. "she works all day, cant be like your gross ass and let her walk into a shitshow," the door frame nearly splinters under his hold. it feeling the anger for yuji instead. "no wonder you dont have a fucking girl,"

itadori gasps and clutches his imaginary pearls. "hey now that has nothi—" the door slams and clicks as the lock is turned.

"like hell..." sukuna grumbles. stomping back towards the mop and cleaner. "stupid piece of.."

floors werent gonna shine themselves.

[prettybird-ie]

"steamin', you got yerself a bird LT?" kyle peers over ghost. liquor burning his throat so vividly he images he might be seeing things. simon riley, with a woman of all things? the man who falls asleep to the sound of gunfire?

as if.

the man of the hour pauses, annoyed by his sergeants snooping. its expected from soap, yet kyle? hes typically the more reserved nosey type.

ghost flips his phone face down towards the oak finish table top. side eye burning with annoyance, wishing kyle had gone into the mime industry instead. soap and price pause with wicked reaction time, the former nearly choking on his bourbon.

"a lassie LT?" he perks up, head tilting like a dogs. "i knen ye 'ad it in ya," he claps simon on his back like a proud father. canines pearly as he smiles. he feels himself radiating with excitement, buzzing in his seat.

with everything ghost didnt share, it was exciting knowing this much about him. even if it was little to go off of. a man of more mystery than detail. and a hint of a woman? this, this was a biggg deal.

price downs his scotch, grimacing as it floods his taste buds in a sizzling warmth. "so," he tuts, ready to open the million dollar question. "whose the lucky girl?" simon rolls his shoudlers with a sigh that weighed as much as the world.

"fuckin' dammit garrick," fingers wrap around the neck of the beer bottle. phone still face down despite the text that comes through. "she works in accountin'," johnny pauses.

..didnt you work in accounting? he doesnt think so, doesnt sound like you. plus, theres a sure plethora of accountants in the area.

"civvie girl hm? a soft lady," kyle grins. sharing a look with his captain. knowing he had just won a twenty dollar bet despite all odds.

"and?" price ignores kyle. like hell hed give up his hard earned cash.

"an' she lives out in brooksland. 'appy?" wait, now johnny knows you lived in brooksland. his phone still auto-routed to your apartment when he landed back in the country.

less, its a large city that spand miles. universe had a weird way of lining coincidences. what were the odds? so excitment kept his heart alive. adrenaline rushing his viens.

"cmon LT, kyle saw the pretty thing. put a face tae the name fer yer boys?"

"fucks sake," he grumbles. "you lot gon' shut yer shite up?" nods move in rapid tandem.

reaching for his phone and scrolling past photos till he found one without his face, less he wants to embarrass himself to the lads. simon couldnt stop a vibrancy of red flares across his face when he was with you. trust, he had tried multiple ways to end that little quirk.

with a few scrolls he lands content on one, flipping his phone around. showing off his favorite photo of you smiling towards the camera. cheeks warmed and eyes bright as you hold simons big head close to your own. his balaclava brushes against your jaw, skull print faded.

silence falls over the boys, for a second ghost thinks the photo mightve clicked off.

"shit," kyle whistles. laughing to himself with a lazy shake of his head. his brown eyes scan your face, a little jealous he hadnt picked you up first.

prices eyes widened. in all honesty he assumed you were an AI chatbot or something. guess its still an option, but fuck. hed fall for it too.

he swirls his scotch, equally as jealous as kyle.

as quick as he presented the photo simon took it away. phone clicking off and soon shoved into his one of many pant pockets.

"good man simon,"

"real pretty. aint she johnny?" kyle muses, head flicking towards soap.

"..johnny?"

soap downs the rest of his drink, its familiar burn is numb. weak even. he prays the alcohol fuzzes his brain as quickly as it can, smash him with a headbanging hangover so he forgets this whole thing.

glass clinking as he sets it down. palms suddenly wet with sweat and sticky as he wipes them on his jeans. pale blues jumping across the bar, desperate in his search to say something normal.

not like he could tell simon; "i used to date— fuck. i mean fuck her, ended up forgetting about her and somewhat ditched. didnt even see her reaction." because what kinda chaos would that bring?

"shes uh, shes cute," his poor deflect is tossed into the air. tussling his mohawk as he shrugs lamely. they startle at the sudden shift, never seeing johnny so... nervous? disinterested? "yeah.. yeah shes nice lookin',"

the boys squint at him, simons eyes eerily cutting over johnnys rash behavior.

"nice?" price parrots. "shes a right fuckin' doll,"

"youd bang a wall soap. fucks wrong wit 'er?" kyles joke swirls around ghost and price. soap doesnt hear it, centeral focused on the problem part.

what was wrong?

maybe it was how you were so quick to accept? or how you didnt bat an eye when you threw his things to the donation boxes? couldve been how he sort of saw forever with you.

no, no those just annoyed him.

it was that he knew for a straight fucking fact simon treated you better.

@anjalan @tcpeaches — hope u enjoyed !

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you could never quite place where the shift in your chest erupted.

where the chemistry in your brain rewired itself, impacting the ways in which you viewed your boyfriend. nothing on his side had changed, least not to what you acknowledged. no new developments that impacted your relationship substantially.

you simply woke up one day. airy morning hardwired into daily routine. going about everything just like the day before. teeth, hair, breakfast.

except this time, this time you decided not to text him a loving goodmorning. odd it was how you made up your mind. figuring hed simply text you first and that would be that. just a small little experiment that would be nothing more than a forgotten act come evening.

his text never came. by lunch all you had were emails from zillow updating you on new apartments in the area.

it dulled your sunny day just a little bit. hurt he failed to take initiative like you always did. but who were you to jump to conclusions? chalk it up to a rushing morning. he was a busy man, running drills and representing the one-forty-one.

yet the patient woman you were, you continued to wait. unbothered to count the seconds of silence that flew by. moving through your life with the expectation he would reach out come the afternoon.

you hadnt seen john mactavish in over a week. hadnt heard anything either. shockingly, did not an ounce of care brew within the pot of your emotions.

disregardeding his lack of communication for, well. for nothing really.

moved through life as he slowly faded away. his cologne fizzled out, clothes were soon moved to the very back of your closet. each passing day brought another streak of silence.

it wasnt till a solid month later did he finally, finally say something.

Bonnie 4:36 P.M.

Everytning ok love? 4:38 P.M.

you blinked, having nearly forgotten you were waiting on him to begin with.

hi johnny😸 yeah why? 4:54 P.M.

Havent haerd form ye bon misded ya💔 5:13 P.M.

ironic, you thought. it was him you hadnt heard from.

sorry☹️ you stopped reaching out 5:14 P.M.

Ach srry lovie 5:32 P.M.

Ye knwo ahm busy 5:33 P.M.

Dinner @ bolioviis tmr????🥺🥺🥺 5:47 P.M.

dinner at your favorite italian restaurant never came. he never properly picked the date despite proposing the arrangement.

you remaind unsurprised. hadnt even marked the potential date as something of interest, brushing it off like you did with all his other things.

it was nearing seven months since you last saw the scott. everything of his purged from your apartment. you were fine with the change in reality, happy with it actually.

after all, the guy you had met at the bar last weekend had already established a proper date between you two.

what was his name? simon— was it?