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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.

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)

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 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?”

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.

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.”

“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.”

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.

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.

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

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

Idk whether to create a shifting blog or just post shifting stuff on here 😔😔

Shopping with John Price and while you’re the one grabbing stuff off the shelf and adding it to the trolley, he’s the one pushing it and adding all the items together to keep an eye on the price.

Not that it matters to him. No, no, he’d let you buy 5 new cars using his card, but you insist on sticking to a limit so you don’t go overboard and accidentally waste food or money. His glasses occasionally slip down from his nose before he’s pushing them back up, his phone in one hand as he adds up the price on his calculator app. However, when you notice before him, you take the opportunity to push the frames up for him at the bridge, giving him a quick kiss during.

A small smile rests on his face for a few seconds afterwards as he trails along behind you, his hand grazing along your ass and giving it a slight squeeze.

I’m so excited to shift and really want to post about my singer dr

I imagine John Price is always warm during winter. It’s probably because he knows how to wrap up correctly, and knows how to layer clothing to keep warm.

But honestly, you don’t care how he does it, all you care about is the warmth he provides. Coming home from a tiring day at work, changing into some thick pyjamas and a knitted jumper only to still be cold. The heating is on, you’re covered in a thick fluffy blanket and yet you’re still shivering.

Hey guys… long time no see 😄 oops.

Simon Riley who’s just come back from a long, tiring mission and has a good few months off. He plans on just relaxing the whole time, watching TV, eating good food.

Except, when he walks up to his front door, there’s a small kitten sat off to the side, sheltered under a broken plant pot that’s been flipped upside down. He crouches down, tapping the ground in front of him to try and encourage it out. Its little nose touches his large finger as it leans out, and he carefully and quickly scoops it up and takes it inside to warm up, giving it some food and drying it with a towel.