#captain price moodboard

[halfmoth-halfman]

John Price 🖼 pls

here you go, hope you like it!! 💜

[springtyme]

hey babes 💖 congrats on the 2k! you deserve it, i'm literally obsessed with your writing! 🥂 can i request a drabble and moodboard for older hubby price? thank youu <33

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 ♡

Thank you so much, hun! ♡ I hope you like this, it was so enjoyable to make! (like, boy oh boy, what I wouldn't do to have this man be my hubby)

Main Masterlist || John Price Playlist || 141 Masterlist

You can’t help but smile back at your reflection as you stand in front of the full body mirror of your bedroom, applying your lipstick, your favourite little black dress hugging your curves as you gently sways to the smooth, melodic voice of Ella Fitzgerald coming from the speaker on your nightstand. 

You’re just so excited for tonight, the first date night you and John have had in months as he has been away at base. You are so engrossed in the music and the happy anticipation bubbling inside your chest that you don’t even notice as John steps into the room at first, but as the rich scent of his cologne fills the air you catch his gaze in the mirror. He truly is a sight for sore eyes as he stands there, leaning against the door frame as he buttons up his dress shirt, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, the most kissable lips you’ve ever known. 

He watches you for a moment, his blue eyes sparkling with adoration as he takes in the sight of you, before stepping further into the room, walking up behind you with determined steps and wrapping his arms around your waist.  “God, you’re stunning,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. The gentle touch of his lips sends a shiver down your spine. 

“You’re looking pretty handsome yourself,” you reply, turning around in his arms to face him with a smile. His eyes soften as he looks at you, his hand reaching up to adjust your necklace. His fingers trail along your exposed skin, sending goosebumps in their wake as he fingers the pendant hanging from your neck. You can feel the intensity of his gaze as he continues to look at you, his love for you shining through. 

“You’re flattering me, darling,” John says, his voice filled with warmth. “But really, I can’t take my eyes off of you. You take my breath away every time.”

You feel your heart swell with love for this man, this man who never fails to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You reach up to cup his cheek, running your thumb along his jawline as you look into his eyes, the stubbles of his beard gently scratching against your soft fingertips. “You always know what to say to make a girl feel special,” you say with a soft giggle.

“It’s easy when all I have to say is the truth,” he replies, leaning in to capture your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known, inside and out,” he whispers so softly against your lips. 

You melt into the kiss, feeling the love and passion between you two like a warm blanket wrapping around you on a cold winter night. As you finally pull away, you can’t help but smile at the crimson of your lipstick that’s now staining the corner of his mouth. With a giggle, you reach up and gently wipe away the trace of your crime. But before you can finish, John takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, planting a soft kiss at the delicate skin of your pulse point before bringing his lips to the golden band of your wedding ring, pressing a soft kiss to the line of diamonds that is encircling your ring finger.

“And I love you so much,” he murmurs against your skin, his eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration. 

You feel a rush of warmth in your chest, your heart swelling with happiness at his words. “I love you too John, more than words can express,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I’ve missed you so much.”

He pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume. “I’ve missed you too, love,” he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. “But I’m home now, and I’m gonna stay here for a while, I promise.”

You smile against his chest, feeling content and at peace in his arms. The world outside disappears as you revel in the warmth of his embrace, the love that surrounds you both like a cocoon. And as Ella Fitzgerald’s voice continues to serenade you from the speakers you melt into each other, swaying gently to the music, lost in the moment and in each other.

[the-californicationist]

i know chapter 15 of ursa major isnt out yet (working on it... 12k words and counting), but can i offer you a mood board for it in the mean time??

[iris-honey-bee]

Captain price x younger partner mood board

She is ofc of an age that is not iffy, she’s a grown adult!

[stardaiyamondo]

𓉸ྀི ⠀ cod core ▗▬̸̎͞/̄͆̅ ̎ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ι̚━─

[mockerycrow]

photos from my captain price pinterest inspo board pt. 2 !

[rosepinks-world]

when he’s the smoking cigars on a balcony in Italy at night whilst listening to lana del rey kind of fine

[v1x3n]

john price themeboard/moodboard

[mistyheart]

ミ★ MARRIED LIFE WITH JOHN PRICE

entering his late 30s/early 40s, John decides it’s time to create his own little family with the person that gives him a reason to wake up every morning.

[bubuslutty]

the bear in the witch's hut

fantasy au where captain price is a soldier, fighting to protect his country from invasion while war rages on throughout the continents. Despite all the chaos, he somehow falls head over heels with a witch.

[live-love-be-unique]

pov: you’re dating Price and scrolling through his gallery

[ghxstprinxess]

You're too sweet for me

[springtyme]

𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ♡

John Price x reader || Main masterlist || John playlist

summary: You're feeling under the weather, so your husband takes care of you.

word count: 680

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒) 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝

You slowly open your eyes, the dim light filtering through the curtains making your head throb faintly. The soft cushions of the couch under you feel inviting yet suffocating as a wave of grogginess washes over you as you gain your senses back as you slowly get pulled out of your sleep. 

Your body is wrapped in a blanket, but it hardly warms the chill that has settled deep within you. The dull throb in your head makes it hard to concentrate on anything, and the grey clouds outside match your mood perfectly. With a soft sigh, you reach for your phone, but you already know there’s no urgent message waiting for you. All you want is to feel better.

You hear the gentle clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. The aroma of simmering food drifts through the air, weaving itself into the cosy cocoon you’ve made for yourself in the living room. It’s a comforting scent that momentarily distracts you from your discomfort. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the smell envelop you before you pull yourself together and decide to investigate the source of the lovely aroma. 

Rising from the couch feels like a monumental task, but the prospect of something warm and hearty is enough motivation to coax you to your feet.

As you shuffle into the kitchen, the scene before you makes you smile—John is standing at the stove, his broad back turned to you as he stirs a pot with a wooden spoon. You shuffle up behind him 

and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back. The familiar warmth of his body feels like a shield against the chill that has seeped into your bones.

“Hey love,” he says softly, glancing back at you with a gentle smile that lights up his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

You reply with a weak smile, “You know… I’m surviving.”

“Just surviving? That’s not good enough.” He turns off the heat and sets the wooden spoon down before turning to face you fully. “Come here.” He opens his arms, and you step into his embrace, relishing the warmth and safety it provides.

“What are you making?” you ask, curiosity piqued as you shift slightly in his arms, looking up at him.

“Scouse, to warm you up,” he replies, his hands resting tenderly on your back. “It was what I used to get as a boy when I was feeling under the weather. Thought it might do the trick for you too.”

You can’t help but smile, picturing John as a little boy in a cosy, bustling kitchen, the smell of hearty stew filling the air as his mother busily prepared him something comforting. The image brings a sense of nostalgia that softens the dull ache in your head. “That sounds perfect,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

John’s expression brightens, as though you’ve just given him the greatest gift.

“Did I ever tell you about how my mum used to make scouse?” he asks as he gently runs a hand over your back in a soothing pattern. “She always said the secret is to let it cook slowly, so all the flavours blend together perfectly.”

You chuckle softly, feeling the easy affection in his stories. “And eat it when you’re sick?”

“Exactly. It’s the best remedy. Add a little love, and it’ll cure anything.” He leans back against the counter, pulling you a little closer against his chest. “Well, almost anything.” 

As you watch him, a wave of comfort washes over you. It’s the way he moves around the kitchen, the way he takes the time to make something special for you, even when you don’t feel your best. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“You deserve it.”

His words wrap around, filling you with warmth and affection. In that moment, the world outside fades away—the grey clouds, the biting cold, even the dull throbbing in your head becomes a little more tolerable, eclipsed by the soothing presence of your husband.

[priceseyes]

John Price. | Vault Dweller - Vault 111. | Devoted Husband to Athena 'Birdie' Kallis.

fallout au tag.

[danielcatart]

COD.CAT and Captain John Price 💙🩶

this is My first time making a moodboard :3

#CODCAT #CAPTAINPRICE #CAPCAT

[the-californicationist]

He always did that. He’d come in like it was his house, putting his shoes by the door in the place they belonged, dropping his pack next to yours like it fit there, and it did. He’d hang that filthy boonie hat on its peg by the door, the one meant for your keys, but they never hung there. You had come home one night to a wooden bowl in the entryway, perched on a gorgeous end table, petrified wood with turquoise inlay, and two of his favorite cigars had been placed in it, saving them for later. You put your keys in the bowl now, because it was as if the peg had been for his hat all along. As his hat hung there now, the warmth from him and the heat from the kitchen swirled and swelled all around you, blending together until they smeared like wet paint on a canvas, mixed and inseparable...

from Gunslinger