♡:・゚✧: Mornin' Love
prompt; john price helps you out in the garden and gets stung by a pesky wasp ♡
tags; john price x reader, sfw, anon request, soft price, lil short & a lil sweet.
— You were thankful for Price, especially when he was home from work. Even if the two of you never really had a lot of time to spend together, due to said work, you enjoyed every moment you could. This morning he woke you to a nice cup of coffee and some wildflowers he had picked just outside the fence on your shared farm. Of course you two would rather stay in bed the entire day, sadly the garden needed tending today.
So begrudgingly, you two got up to begin the task. The garden was slowly becoming more like a hot spot for weeds than that of a pretty field. And of course, Price just had to make a comment on it.
"I've only been gone a few months love," He starts to say, gesturing to the obstacle before you two. Smirk on his face as he slips on some gloves to help with pulling the weeds out. "What'cha do while I was gone, huh?" The sarcasm very apparent in his gruff voice.
You rolled your eyes, lovingly of course, and shrugged. "I don't know John, count our savin's?" You reply jokingly as you put your own gloves on.
The two of you began your work of removing some of the more stubborn weeds. Things went smoothly for awhile, snarky comment here and there, but suddenly Price was muttering in discomfort. Come to find out, the big oaf was stung by a wasp. You chuckle at the thought of this man getting stung by something as small as a wasp. Even though, wasp's kinda sucked.
"That's what you get for all that sarcasm," You say, making your way to his side. Gently grabbing his arm and turning it ever so slightly to view the sting. It was of course just a little swollen and a lot of red but no stinger in site, which was the most concerning thing at the moment. "C'mon baby, let's go get some ice for that swelling." You kindly speak, leading John by the arm back to the house.
Of course, he replies simply in a grumble. Managing a shake of his head at his predicament. The military man had been through hell and back but it was certainly a wasp that was making him feel the worst.
Once back inside, you adoringly take care of John. Making sure to dress the wound and put it on ice. Listening to him gripe about being taken care of , but you truly wouldn't have it any other way. The morning coffee, the sarcasm, the loving caress, the complaining old man, you wouldn't trade it for the world.
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I watched Midnight Mass --loved it, sobbed at it, hated it, loved it again-- and I'd love if anyone could recommend fics of Pruitt being a little cutie. I need more of that little --actually very fucking tall-- man in my life and I'm struggling to find what I'm looking for.
Greatly appreciated if you can help!!
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I don’t think I’ve posted (excluding reposts) exclusively Kaladin yet and it’s a very poor representation of just like. How much i think about him. Around 80% of my thoughts are about him and that’s not?? Exaggerating. I couldnt be more serious.
I feel like i would post him 100% more if i
1. Figured out how to draw him
2. Had meaningful thoughts abt him. All my thoughts are js. “Ooo that would make a good AU” & “hehe Kaladinnn” & “HFUUSHH *sobs* KALADINNN”
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