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i love your Price writing pls never stop

please could you write Price watching his pregnant wife waddle around , maybe Also enjoying the moment she starty fussing over something. waddling wherever idc

if u’re not comfy w it’s totally ok!!

Thank you so much !! 💗 I’ve been giggling over this for the past five minutes. Here is John Price with his beloved pregnant wife 🙂‍↕️

You had just reached 32 weeks and the exhaustion was becoming more frequent, and more noticeable on your features. You walked slower, and waddled. Carrying around a human almost the size of a watermelon inside of you had that effect, but oh, did John love it. Hearts formed in his eyes when you waddled towards him, hand resting on your bump with dark bags under your eyes.

As you slowly settled on the couch after another one of your naps in bed, he’d fluff up the cushions and place one behind you, brushing back your bed hair. He’d kiss your head, rest his hand on your stomach.

“Well rested?” He’d ask gently.

“I never feel well rested lately,” you grumbled. “My muscles are sore, i’ve got no energy.”

An idea popped into his brain, fighting back a smile. “Massage?”

You turn to him, head tilting back against the sofa. “Yes. Yeah, I’d love one,” you murmur, squeaking in surprise when he pulled you onto his lap, his hands softly rubbing over your shoulders. Then moving down, manhandling you to lay down with your feet up as he rubbed your ankles, heels, base of your foot.

Your complaints died down for a while as you closed your eyes, mumbling small praises and words of gratitude as he gave you food and water. Until your brain started working in full gear again.

“What if the baby falls off the sofa and hurts itself?”

“I’m sure that won’t happen, baby. We’ll have our eyes on them at all times.”

“Maybe we should get a thicker carpet just incase.”

“We can if you want,” he reassures.

“And maybe lay some cushions down permanently.”

“On the floor?”

“Mhm.”

“We’ll think about it, yeah?” He was trying to deter you from the idea. “Maybe our baby will be so smart it will know not to fall.”

“It’s a baby, John.”

“Stop worrying, darling. They’ll be safe, I’ve got military vision, remember? Nothing will be missed by me.”

You giggle quietly, nodding your head.

However, over the next few weeks you kept coming up with crazy scenarios that he had to stop you worrying from.

“What if it hits its head on the side of the kitchen counter?”

“What if we accidentally squash it while sleeping when it’s with us?”

“What if a book falls on its head from the bookshelf in the living room?”

Sometimes you’d say some crazy idea while walking around the house and he wouldn’t have a clue what you had said, too focused on the way you waddle so cutely in your pyjamas, or his t-shirt. He’d follow you upstairs of a nighttime, insisting you go last incase you fall… and also so he can watch you waddle up the stairs and then to your bedroom.

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I know nothing about pregnancy so if it’s inaccurate… pretend it isn’t. Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

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141 with reader on their team

You’re a soldier like the rest of them, but know quite a lot about medicine and therefore share the role of both soldier and medic. You’d been with them ever since the task force had been assembled and the rumours flying about on base never really died down.

You, Kyle, Simon and Johnny. Were you friends? Lovers? No one knew. Some swore they’d walked in on you and another kissing, but none of you had ever denied or confirmed that. John didn’t comment on the whispers he heard so frequently, letting his children live peacefully.

Heaven forbid one of them saw John sitting on the sofa alone; because they’d join. If Simon innocently sat down beside him, Kyle would then find him and sit next to him. Then Johnny would find them, dramatically laying across the three of them who had already fallen asleep. Eventually, you’d sniff them out and lounge on top of Johnny, only lightly disturbing him as he rests a hand over your back.

The team worked perfectly together, like a puzzle with all the pieces. A father and his four chaotic children, causing havoc with one another as laughs and giggles filled his office where they lingered after missions.

Even some nights, when Johnny would complain about his sore muscles, he’d always convince one of you to join him in the shower. That’s why peoples opinions were always so mixed on the four of you; how could a group that close not be romantic? Others just suspected friends with benefits and left it at that.

During missions, if any of the boys got injured, you’d be next to them in a heartbeat, staying calm as you patch up a non-fatal bullet wound or force an oxygen mask over their mouth after suffering a concussion or close explosion. You’d kiss their cheek, sometimes with a little too much force, after you knew they were fine and would recover well. Johnny would sometimes ask for one on the lips (and you’d sometimes give it to him).

Gaz would demand massages everywhere after the mission, and Simon (although wouldn’t say directly) appreciated when you sat with him afterwards in silence, and enjoy when you’d yap about random things. It kept him entertained and focused on something other than his negative thoughts. He’d act annoyed when Johnny, Kyle and you would squeeze into his small bed on base and refuse to budge, all lying in the small space, limbs tangled and bodies pressed close together.

However, when they all went home, you’d never mention anything about what you were doing, if you were meeting anyone, seeing family. You were always quieter on the plane ride back to England, more distant and lost in your own head. They knew where you lived, on the outskirts of London, but wanted to know more. One day when Kyle asked if you’d be seeing family, you shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno,” was all you responded with.

So John invited you round his house. Then Johnny found out, claiming his apartment was too far away and convincing John to let him stay round his house as well. Then Johnny forced Simon to stay with them (he didn’t need much convincing); and when they arrived at the airport Kyle somehow ended up in Johns car as well (influenced by you).

At Johns house, the four of you ended up falling asleep over one another on his sofa as he cleaned up the mess of the food you’d nicked from his cupboards. Johnnys snoring woke you up multiple times, but he made up for it in his own ways.

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this was a random idea I had that I needed to get down 🙂‍↕️. Interpret it how you want, they could be just friends or they could all be secret lovers. Who knows? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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It’s sooo cool that you’re a fellow shifter! How’s your journey going? 🤍

Thank you for asking! 🫶🏻 I’m doing my best rn to get there 🙂‍↕️ I have yet to fully shift but I feel it coming 😼

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John Price didn’t realise how much of a fidgety and fussy sleeper you were until you moved in with him. Most nights, he would awaken with very little room for himself, your limbs outstretched in all directions. Luckily, he was strong enough to manhandle you back into a normal sleeping position so he had half the bed again. However, he’d be woken again a few hours later at your own fidgeting, turning to see you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes.

He’d outstretch an arm, rubbing your back as he ushered you to lay down again. “Sleep, baby.”

“I’m hot,” you whine.

He’d pull back the covers and then force you to lay back down again, letting your hands roam up and down his chest for a few seconds before wrapping around him and settling back to sleep.

He wanted to help you, but your little sleep habits were so random. You mentioned not feeling comfortable in bed before and joked about wanting to sleep in a nest instead. He had laughed at the joke, but took it more seriously than you would have thought.

So one day, you come home from work, wondering where John had gone until you heard heavy footsteps from upstairs. You followed them to the bedroom and saw your bed as a… nest.

John noticed you, kissing you gently and resting a hand on your waist. “You like it?”

There were blankets built up along the edge, creating a wall-like structure and cushions and pillows for extra enforcement around the edges. You lean against John, smiling softly as you take it all in. “I love it; It’s like a nest.”

“Mhm.”

Later that night, he watches as you climb into bed, shimmering under the covers and snuggling up close to him, and for the first time in years, you slept soundly without any disturbances.

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John Price with his girlfriend who loves crystals !!

When the two of you first moved in together, he noticed the occasional crystal appearing here and there, and after coming back from a mission he finally spotted your whole collection. A few wooden plates, adorned with different coloured stones on each.

He asked about them one night, and a flush came across your cheeks, thinking he’d judge. You briefly explained the different crystals, different properties and how you used them. John took an interest in them, and whenever he ended up on your side of the bed, he’d lean over to your bedside table and take a random one, asking what it was.

Then, he started gifting them to you. When deployed, he’d search through the little town where he was staying and if he found a crystal shop, he’d go straight in, buying a small stone that he recognised the name of or one that he liked the look of. He’d get both raw or tumbled ones, keeping them safe in the little bag they came in before handing it to you once home with a kiss on your cheek.

He’d wear matching bracelets with you of the small tumbled stones and whenever he had to leave on a mission, he’d kiss your lips and then the bracelet, mumbling words of love as he reached the front door.

little extra note: guess who finally found out how to change text colour and make it smaller 💪🏻 also thank you for 1000 followers ! 💓 If you don’t like crystals then don’t read this, just scroll and don’t judge, ty 🙂‍↕️

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John Price and his wife who live on the back of a wood with multiple animals coming into their garden in the night and early morning.

One evening, you were lounging on John as he relaxed on his recliner chair, nursing a bottle of beer as he watched the TV. You turned your head and caught a glimpse of something in the garden. Peering up, you saw a little fox by the back door.

You gasp, grabbing onto John excitedly. “John! Look! It’s a fox. Aww, isn’t it so cute?” You push up onto your knees and block the view of the TV accidentally.

He hums, keeping a hand on your lower back as he takes a quick glance at the wild animal. “Oh yeah.”

After a few minutes when you still haven’t sat back down again, he taps your behind. “You’re blocking my view, angel.”

“Oh, sorry,” you say, moving off the chair.

At this, he frowns. He meant sit down, not get off him. “Where you going?” He asks.

“To watch it… oh, it jogged away.”

“Shame,” John mumbles under his breath. “Come sit back down then.”

“Wait, I think it’s coming back.”

He leans up and quickly grabs the back of your sweater, pulling you back to the chair and onto his lap again. You giggle as he wordlessly makes you comfortable and continues watching the TV. What an impatient man.

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I CANNOT WAIT to buy my own house in my dr and renovate and decorate it however I want and then whenever I buy something that needs building I’ll just make John do it and watch him as he builds it (shirtless) (because i’ll make him wear no shirt) (for entertainment purposes) (and so I can enjoy the view better)

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I know for a fact that John Price doesn’t talk in the morning, he grumbles. He’ll push out the word “morning” and the rest of his speech is just unintelligible mumbling.

He pulls you close to him one morning, kissing your cheek and greeting you with a “good morning, sweet.” You giggle quietly in the early morning sun, until he whips out the most confusing sentence ever.

You stare at him confused, thinking that he’d fallen asleep again. “John?” You question, leaning towards him.

“Hm?”

“Oh.” A pause. “I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

“Hm.”

You look around the room, frazzled. Is he sleep talking? You push yourself up onto one elbow and lean over him, resting on his chest, peering down at his face. His eyes opened when he felt you above him, squinting from the sun glaring through the blinds behind you.

“It sounds like you’re sleep talking,” you giggle.

“Hmm,” is all he replied with, a light smile touching his features. He moved his hand up to rest on your back, tracing around to rub your waist under his t-shirt that you had stolen. “M’, loo’ so pri’ in his ligh’,” he mumbled, not pronouncing a single letter t… and a lot of other letters.

You slapped his chest lightly with a giggle. “John, I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Hm.”

“You’re just doing it to bother me now.”

“Hm.”

“I’m just talking to myself.”

“Hm,” he said one last time with a smirk, laughing at your pouty expression.

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You loved living with John, you really did. He was perfect to live with, always calm and helpful and affectionate.

However, there was one area which he lacked in, and that was decorating. His bed was so comfy, but not that appealing on the eye. So one day, you decided to bring up the suggestion of changing a few things.

“John?” You said quietly as you snuggled up next to him on the sofa.

“Hm?”

“I have a question. Have you ever considered… maybe adding some decor to the bedroom?”

He looked down at you and ran a rough hand down the smooth skin of your back. A small, amused smile touched his features. “You want to redecorate?”

“I never said that,” you corrected quickly with a tint of pink on your cheeks, knowing he’d caught your idea immediately.

“Mhm,” he murmured. “You can redecorate if you want, sweetheart. What are you thinking? Pink?”

It both infuriated and flustered you how well he knew you. He could see right through you. “Maybe,” you grumbled. He merely laughed.

But when he next got deployed, you got busy on revamping the bedroom. Actually, most of your attention was focused on the bed and the black sheets, matching the grey bed frame. Boring. You bought a new frame, hung thin, see through curtains from the top frame piece and little fairy lights. You swapped the black covers for pink, and added cushions galore in front of the pillows. It looked like a bed for a princess.

And you were beaming with pride looking at your finished product.

You just hoped John would approve. So when he came home, you covered his eyes as he walked up the stairs, almost tripping over from your lack of instructions on where to step. When you uncovered them, he stood there silently, taking in the view. Then, after an excruciating amount of time, he nodded his head and gave a small chuckle.

“It’s very nice… very pink.”

“Do you like it?” You asked nervously.

“Of course I do, angel. It reminds me of you.”

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blah blah blah john price being a gentlemen (i’m obsessed with this man💔)

As you pull on your boots or heels, he’s already on one knee patting his thigh for you to place your foot there so he can zip them up. He runs his hand up your calf a few times before kissing your knee and letting you go.

Whenever you go in his car, he’s walking you to the passenger door and opening the door for you before buckling up your seatbelt. He’ll make sure any loose material is out of the way, such as your large collection of cardigans and then give you a peck on the lips before closing the door.

At a busy event? He’s got one hand on you at all times and you know it’s not going to leave for even a second. When close enough, he’s got both arms wrapped around you to avoid people unnecessarily bumping into you or bothering you. It makes your heart swoon.

In private, he’ll tuck you in nice and snug in the cold winters, peppering some kisses on your cheek as you giggled under the covers. He’d get in behind you and hold you tight and securely, fingers rubbing slowly along your skin.

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Bear Hybrid Price AU Part 5

finally wrote another part ! here we go 🙂‍↕️ @chocolate1721

John Price clipped the leash onto the harness strapped around your upper body. Was it extreme? Potentially. But you had taken a liking for running off lately. He blamed it on your high levels of curiosity, but he didn’t want to lose you.

And when you finally arrived at the empty park near his house, he made sure all the gates were shut before finally unclipping said leash. You were bouncing with life, crashing down the slides and shouting orders as you tried to climb the monkey bars. “Don’t let me fall,” you repeated numerous times.

“Oh, I won’t sweetheart,” he’d say after every time. “I’ve got ya.”

Whenever you walked close to the gate his heart would jump. You gave him happiness in his life but also high blood pressure- an old man like him didn’t know if he was able to cope with this new parent stress.

Luckily, he managed to steer you away each time and now he was pushing you on the swings. Correction- had been pushing you on the swings for the past 20 minutes and his arms were getting tired, but your little giggles of excitement were keeping him going.

When you both arrived home, he thought that taking you to the park was a great idea. You were completely zonked, lightly snoring in his nest that was now messy and wrinkled from your fidgeting. He had the evening to relax, nurse a bottle of beer, and watch a football game. But every day that followed, he was asked the same question.

“John, go park?”

“Can we play on swings?”

“Monkey-bars?”

“Da, park?”

He would take you daily, until his arms started aching incredulously in the evenings. His elbows were stiff from pushing you on the swings, the past experiences from the military making the simple exercise even harder. He had to find a different thing to do with you.

But he couldn’t deny those little bear eyes.

So he called Johnny.

And Simon.

And Kyle.

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“You lied to me,” you protest with a frown.

“I didn’t lie to you, Angel. I’d never lie to you,” John replies, hands resting on your hips.

“You said my curls looked nice, well they’re barely even curls. This new heatless curling method did nothing.”

He watched you from behind in the mirror as you fiddled with your hair. “Well your hair always looks lovely to me.”

You rolled your eyes in exasperation as you finally decided to just brush the curls out. “Whatever,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be mad, baby. Genuinely, I thought they looked nice.” He pressed a kiss against your cheek affectionately, watching as you tried to bite back a smile. “Next time you should let me help wash it.” He kissed the side of your neck. “But you ban me from showering with you during your everything showers.”

“For good reason; I’m busy in there getting clean. I don’t need you distracting me.”

“Whatever you say, angel.”

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Hey feel free to ignore, but I adore your bear hybrid! John x bear hybrid! Child reader. I really hope to see more, like if they go to a park, or he introduces reader to the rest of the team.

AH THANK YOU SMM 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i will continue it definitely 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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The cold morning air was nipping at your skin, cheeks red from the low temperature even though you were wrapped up quite securely.

Suddenly, your husband, John Price, pulled open the back door and stepped out into the winter morning. His pyjamas hung low on his hips and the black sleeveless top he had on hugged his muscles. “You must be freezing, angel,” he says, stepping closer to you in his worn out slippers.

“A little,” you lie. “But you’ll get hypothermia out here dressed like that.” You reached over and pulled him forward, wrapping your arms around him. One of his hands raked through your hair slowly as the other rested on your lower back.

“I’m fine,” was all he replied back with. “What are you doing anyway? Apart from making me worry about you… and leaving me alone in bed.” He kissed your cheek affectionately.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a herd of deer that come into the garden.” Your house backed up into the woods, so you wouldn’t be surprised. “I wanted to see them… and maybe feed them.” You showed him the cut up apple that you’d shoved in your pocket.

“Well, I hope they know I’m being left with a cold, empty bed in the morning. Come on, lovie. Come back to bed, I’m sure they’ll still be here later in the morning.”

You huffed and scattered the apple pieces along the grass before letting John guide you back inside again. Your cheeks and nose were red, and your fingers felt extremely numb.

“You’re a silly one,” John mumbles, carrying you back to the bedroom and tucking you into his chest again.

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John Price with a health obsessed wife. She always wants to make sure his health is at its best.

So it’s how John finds himself getting lectured at 6am because he’s drinking coffee. He couldn’t sleep, the poor fella, but you insist that a glass of water wakes you up more than caffeine.

“Water’s way healthier, caffeine can give you an irregular heartbeat.”

“Mhm, I’ll keep that in mind darling,” he mumbles from behind, his fingertips tracing over the waistband of your pyjamas. He plants a kiss on the back of your shoulder and gently nips it. “But I wouldn’t want to waste my coffee.” He picks it up again and quickly finishes it before you can protest. However, it doesn’t stop the cute, annoyed expression on your face.

“You take such good care of me, love.”

“Well you never listen to me anyway so I don’t know why I bother,” you replied saltily, brushing past him after leaving a glass of water on the side in front of him.

He grumbles as he picks up the glass and drinks it. Never would he want to ignore his wife so he obediently does what he’s told before reaching to grab you back and chuck you over his shoulder. “Back to bed, angel.”

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Nevermind guys I had two dreams about my dr last night and I’m twirling around like a fairy right now in joy

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does anyone else feel an undeniable wave of rage whenever they go to shift because it’s like i’ve been doing this for 5 years and i’m still fucking here

I need help with this issue