I Think That Price Has An Unhealthy Addiction To Any Sorting Or Organizing Game.

Hehe, the last part made me giggle🤭

Something something about John telling Nik to pick up some alcohol at the store, something like a bud light and all. Nothing too fancy, something to chase down peanuts during game season.

Nik comes back with a crate of red wine from France. Same day delivery apparently.

John face palms, and wonders if it'll be too late to argue with Nik.

Football night has now turned into a mix of watching the telly and swatting Niks hands away from his tits.

Say if Price got injured and was sent to the ER to get fixed up and the moment he comes out of surgery he’s loopy and muttering nonsense.

His boys come to visit him first, and damn if they don’t take the many advantages that their loopy captain gives them. Johnny draws on his cast, Kyle bribes him for the rest of his sweets in his office, and Simon gets him to sign off on letting him skip recruit-training.

Next is Laswell and her wife Sarah. The two make sure he’s comfortable before teasing him, and John just lets it happen, brain too muddled to come up with his usual sassy retort.

Last is Nikolai.

The man walks in quietly and takes a look at his husband before looking around the room and noticing the little trinkets and things that his boys and their friends had left around the room(as well as the many penises that were on his cast). He then takes a seat beside John and grabs his hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss..

That was until he felt the hand get snatched away and slapped softly across his face.

“Johnathan?” Nik asks with mild surprise, eyes rising to meet a glaring, upset John Price.

“Don’t do that.” The man says with a frown, glaring daggers at Nik. “I have a man, and he’s my husband, and we’re married. ‘M a taken man.”

Oh. The doctors gave him some more pain medicine before he got here. Explains a lot.

“My apologies.” Nik said as he backed off a bit with his hands raised a bit, deciding to feed into his husband’s loopy thought process. “Didn’t know you had a significant other.”

“Yeah I do.” John says with a roll of his eyes. “Bes’ damn husband a man could ask for.”

“Mhm, and how so?”

“He helps me cook, clean, loves me lots n’ lots, always helps with missions, loves my boys like their his own. What more could a person wish for when they have the perfect man by their side?”

“True. But doesn’t he irritate you sometimes?”

“Impossible. He only irritates me when he’s not taking some time for himself like he should be. Military work is hard, y’know?”

“Understandable. And what is your favorite thing about your husband?”

“My favorite thing..” John paused for a bit, sighing softly as he seemed to sink lower into the hospital bed. “His hugs. He’s big and broad, so when he hugs you it’s like a blanket draping itself over you. He makes me feel warm when he does hug me, like everything will be okay.”

The room goes quiet for a bit as Nik contemplates John’s words, melting at the way that his husband seemed to have melted when describing him. Suddenly, John added another comment.

“It makes me want to open his skin and crawl inside of it. Like Venom.”

Nik bursts out laughing at that, happy that he managed to get all of that on video to show the boys and Laswell later.

Hairless cats are underrated. Hairless guinea pigs are also underrated

Thoughts on hairless cats? I think they’re cute, but my sisters think they look like a raw turkey😔

BALD CATS MY BELOVED. Do I think they look like plucked chickens? Yeah, does that make them any less endearing? No.

This is so silly😭❤️

HIIII! I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW ROACH! You made him look so badass! 🤎

OH HI THANKS (but I don't make anything look at him he is just like that by himself I guess??)

Okay ignore the tag where I said “Google is my only friend”, because it’s fucking not. It’s a selfish, backstabbing bitch liar who gives wrong answers to desperate kids who are just trying to make an easy hundred on some fuck ass math assignment.

Since it snowed Tuesday night, my school’s plans to make us go back today were foiled. Unluckily for us, they decided to give us online instruction, as well as a two hour delay tomorrow.

Now I’m sitting here trying to remember how to do a quadratic function and hoping my absence to my first period class won’t be counted.

During the few months that the two get to know each other, (MafiaBoss)Nik begins to notice a few things about (FancyEventSinger)Price.

He notices how he has his own style despite his manager wanting him to wear tighter clothes to gain more attention. He notices how he expertly maintains eye contact with people in the crowd, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He notices how he seems close with three of the bartenders and waitresses there, and he also notices that sometimes, the man can be forgetful when a lot is on his plate.

Kinda like now.

As Nik was waiting at the back entrance after another performance he saw John come out with his usual satchel and in a different, more comfortable outfit, but one thing he noticed he was missing was his jacket, and he didn’t like that because— what the fuck? It’s fifteen degrees and it’ll only get colder from there, so where is this man’s jacket?

“I forgot it at home. Had stuff to do.”

“And you did not think to come to me?”

“What’s the need? My car has heat anyway, I’ll be fine.”

“Then I guess you will also be fine when you turn into— euh, what do you call it..— uh, Frosty the Snowman.”

John lets out an amused chuckle, and Nik feels his cheeks getting hotter.

“My point is,” he clears his throat. “you need a jacket.”

“And where will I get that from?”

Suddenly, he feels the weight of a long leather jacket on his shoulders, and John feels it for a second before looking over to Nik.

“This is expensive leather.” He huffs, brows furrowing as he begins to take the jacket off. “I can’t wear that.”

“And why not?” Nik asks as he stops him and pulls it tighter around his body.

John looks at him before huffing again, brows furrowing deeper as he looks Nik over.

“And what will you wear? It’s 15 degrees just like you said.”

“I am used to cold temperatures, like- uh, yes, Elsa. The cold never bothered me anyway .”

John let out a genuine laugh at that, and suddenly Nik found himself wanting. Wanting to have the opportunity to see him smile, hear him laugh at his jokes. Wanting to be near his endearing personality more often than just seeing him whenever he performs. Wanting to be a constant in his the singer’s life because— once you’ve found the sun, why go back to a match?

Nik walks John to his car per usual, and John hands Nik back his coat despite the Russian’s pleas of wanting him to keep it(it felt good when John had something of his, smelt of him).

“Stay warm Nikolai.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

John just rolls his eyes and gets ready to close his door but stops, brows furrowing just a tad.

He then gets out and comes up to Nik before giving him a light kiss on the cheek, stepping back to watch the way the Russian’s cheeks heat up despite his own ears burning hot.

“Felt wrong to leave without giving you something.” John muttered, watching Nik’s eyes light up.

“Right.” Nik said, unable to peel his gaze away from the Brit even as he went back to his car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

At the Russian’s continuing stares, John rolled down his window just to yell at him.

“Get back inside! It’s cold out!”

“Right!” Nik shouts as he walks backwards to the door, damn near tripping over his own feet.

(And if wishing for more kisses in the future was criminal, then lock the both of them up.)

You’re good at this “Let’s make Goober cry today” thing, keep it up stinker👍🏾

On another note though, it’s refreshing to see someone write about the ups and (crashing) downs of aging and the troubles that come with it, especially how bad it is for those who’ve served or been through something traumatic.

Some would’ve never thought they’d see the day where big, strong, capable Captain Price would be reduced to a fragile old man, and yet here we are. I think it shows that life is as unpredictable as it is unfair, and anything can happen to anyone, even the strongest of people.

It’ll break you down like that, and yet the world keeps spinning.

There's a certain kind of pain from watching your loved one rot away in front of your eyes.

Watching the man you've spent 50 years together with grow old and waste away, bits and parts of his brain eventually devoured by age, whilst you stay immortal, standing still in the sands of time, your skin flawless and perfect.

How could you grief a man that's still alive anyways? How could you celebrate life when the man you've sworn to heaven and hell is actively degrading in front of you? Sitting in a wheelchair with a ventilator following him around?

The pain seems bone wrecking when Nik stands in front of Price, and watches the man's milky eyes take him in fully first before finally recognising him. The way John stutters over his name, how his chest heaves with even the most simplest of words. (Like muttering a loved one's name) He watches as John stays quiet, allowing Nik to push him around the garden, occasionally stopping down to watch the flowers and ducks.

John's time on Earth was most definitely limited. Unlike Nik, who had seen the face of several wars and great empires rise and fall, John will soon vanish with time, left as another body for Nik to mourn six feet under dirt. His body will eventually decompose, and serve as fertilizer for the land around him.

Nik watches as John slowly gets up, only to nearly damn collapse from the lack of use of his muscles, saved by Nik hastily holding him. It reminds him of how little time he has left, how eventually he would have to remember John's face from a photo instead, how he already needs videos to remember how John had sounded.

The next time he visits, John takes a little more time to recognise the face of his lover, still never questioning how Nik looked no older. He stays for the whole day, wheeling John around before letting him walk around with a walker.

The next time he sees John, it was in the picture of a younger face smiling at him, etched in stone. Bundles of snowdrops flower (the favourite flowers of a man he'll never see again) spread around his grave.

Holy shit, I need to get back into writing😥

Also, not that anybody cares, but HI Y’ALL!! Sorry I’ve been gone this entire week and then some. Spring Break just started for me, so the entire week before has been filled with tests and exams and work Work WORK.

But I’m free now, so tibbits will hopefully be up soon(as soon as I get the ideas for them).

Imagining Nik having a habit of coming up behind John and wrapping his arms around his waist while John leans into him.

It happens anywhere really. In fact, that small action of affection is how the boys found out about the two(or at least put their theories to rest).

listen i just want to see Price a sobbing crying mess, whether that be by emotional/physical pain or by getting his brains fucked out by Nik, doesn't matter. i just think he'd look pretty crying