Captain Price One Shots × Reader

Acceptance

Keeping this one short n sad.. kind of? Idk ♡ REMEMBER SHORT N SAD KINDA

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I feel like Price is actually a troubled man, he seems sweet and tender but has alot of bad habits and I wanted to explore that.

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Love Square (love triangle + 1 LOL) (Wᵢₜₕ 𝓰ₕₒₛₜ)

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Rock and a Hard Place - Bailey Zimmerman (his pov)

We can't be friends - Ariana Grande (y/n pov)

"Go back to her, the one who doesn't love you or accept you?" You were in disgust, being John's mistress wasn't what you saw for yourself when your boyfriend introduced you to his boss.

He was getting dressed after having fucked his anger and despair out on you, and he was leaving, as usual, back to his wife, whom he did nothing but fight with.

"You know how it is, Y/N. I have to go." He dismisses you as he normally does, tucking his shirt back into his jeans.

You stood from the bed, angrily throwing your clothes on ready to chase after him. You didn't understand why you did it really, trying to convince this man why you're the better choice.

You knew it was below you, but you couldn't help it. You felt something together; even if it wasn't love, it was more than you felt with anyone else.

"She doesn't love you, john! I do; she hasn't accepted a single thing you are, and I have! Why do you always have to leave me?" You yell, following him as he walks through your house to gather his hat, shoes and keys.

He always practically ignored you when he'd leave, as if he didn't just spend the last three hours pouring his drunken heart out to you about his broken life.

But hearing her name come out of your mouth made him upset, he knew the marriage was lost but he loved her and always had since high-school. They had kids, but that didn't stop the military from ruining what was once a reliable, sober man to a lying alcoholic who couldn't be trusted with deadlines or dates anymore. I mean, who forgets their own kids birthday?

But that didn't matter to you,
You loved him and accepted all his dark and light parts.

Having two definitions of love trying to be in a relationship was a bad recipe. Your love language was acceptance, allowing the person you love to be who they are; you loved them for what they were not who anyone wanted them to be.

But John's definition of love was protecting the ones you love, pushing them to do better with their self and steer them away from bad habits that could possibly take them out or ruin the life they have.

It always clashed when it came to your relationship with eachother, he couldn't understand why you'd accept such bullshit all in the name of love and you couldn't understand why he wasn't accepted if there was any love.

"She pushes me to be better, Y/N! To stop drinking and to make it to my children's soccer games and talent shows! She gives me reason to be better, a reminder everyday of how equal parts shitty and good I am! What have you done, huh? Given me nothin I can't get anywhere else, darlin we don't mean shit! We're just-" He flew off the handle, his arms out wide as he yelled back but you stood there, fuming with your arms crossed as you stared at him from the other side of the counter in your kitchen.

"We're what, John?" You drawl deeply.

"We're just not meant to be." He drops his arms to his sides, defeat all over his face.