If Price Were An Insect, I’d Think He’d Be A Moth Of Some Sort. Like, The Fluffy Ones With The Big

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).

UGH, this so was scrumptious I had to come back a second time to enjoy it😩😚

Nikolai takes Price out to every match, or musical, or meeting, every concert, or conference, or convention, that he can find.

Because he didn’t get the chance to go out, where he was before. He didn’t get to experience the world around him. Nikolai didn’t get to leave the bubble he grew up in, because it’s hard to go anywhere at all with nothing to your name.

Price, if he’s honest, hates it. The next time he gets dragged out to some drag show he doesn’t give two shits about, or a five-hour lecture about some old Latin bullshit, he swears that he’ll kill someone.

That is, until he glances up at Nikolai on the train home. The way he’s smiling, mostly to himself, before looking away and out the window.

From that night onwards, Price shows up when he asks without hesitation. Whether abroad, or local, he goes to Nikolai’s side.

Because as much as he may hate spending hours in sweaty convention halls, watching his back, he hates Nikolai being sad more.

Whoever created words and English can fuck themselves, because what the fuck do you mean there’s a G in lasagna and it just stays silent?

As a matter of fact, who thought it was a good idea to add silent letters to English??

Long story short, English is dumb, and I’m an essay behind.

Back on my Gardner Price bullshit BUT!

I think Price has mad succulents. Like, I’m talking the prickly ones, the short stubby ones, the long ones, the ones that you don’t even know what is. And sure he likes a pretty flower once in a while, but if you were to step in his apartment you’d see vases upon vases of different exotic plants placed near windows where the sun shined just right for them to grow.

He even has books and journals on which plants are which and what plant needs what to survive.

Nik helps him water them every morning, filling the watering can and spray bottle and spritzing the leaves before watering the soil. On a good summer of spring day they’ll set them outside to catch some proper sun, and maybe Price’ll repot a few while he’s out there.

(Nik’s favorite activity is watching his husband talk to each plant as he cares for them, making sure to be extra gentle with their leaves or stems. They’re his babies!)

So you just gonna shoot me 57 times huh? Alright, that’s cool.

The day Mac dies, John doesn't lose it like everyone expects of him. He gets the call, it was a car accident that killed him, MacMillan died on impact and he didn't suffer. There were no flashing memories in his mind, no thoughts of those he'd leave, he had no time to think about the end of his life before it met him.

John doesn't drink, he doesn't scream and he doesn't pick a fight. He continues on about his day as usual. He isn't detached, he's fully present and he continues on as his day was planned because people die every day. Mac isn't special, nor would he wish to be treated like he was.

He's fine, it's shitty but he's fine.

And then three days after the call he nips into Tesco, needs to buy some cat food and find a pack of cheap lighters because he lost his last week. That's when he sees them, standing in the biscuit aisle, he looks at a packet of Tunnock's Caramel Wafers and something in his crumbles. Because those were Mac's biscuit of choice.

The Scotsman would have one every day when it was possible and he'd offer John one every day despite the fact that John has never liked them and Mac knew that. he just did it to be an arse.

Those were Mac's biscuits but Mac is dead and suddenly years of John's life seem meaningless as he stands there in an aisle in Tesco because the man whose face featured so often in his memories is one of a man whose body is now in a casket.

John wonders briefly if grief is a being that he can not see because he can feel the hand that cracks his ribcage to reach into his chest and maul at his heart.

*Chef’s kiss*

Pole dancing Price with 'a little bit harder now' by she wants revenge.

Ok, ok so, Price decides to just, loosen up a little on a Friday night with the other drag queens, yk? Drink a little of those hyper sweet alcoholic drinks that contain far too much alcohol, maybe get a little high off of weed with his boyfriend...

Maybe agree to do a pole dance in the next Saturday show...

Well, ok, one of these things is not like the others, but Price did let loose of being an occasional body model when he was younger, ends up lifting his shirt to show off his gains, maybe let them apply some makeup on him, and maybe he did agree to fill in the spot of a sick queen for next week. It's his problem yk? It's his problem that he got fucking bricked up and swayed from being surrounded by men his size, men who could bend him backside... all equally beautiful, sweaty... Hairy... Happy trails all around... He was almost tempted to reach out and touch some of them.

Hey, he's only human, and he is entitled to his own opinions and feelings, ok?

Well, anyways, he panics the next day, and this was when Nik finds out that his boyfriend already knew how to pole dance (he mentally adds it to his list of videos to find of Price). And being the sweet sweet boyfriend he is, he preps him up, makes sure he doesn't break a joint or something, lends some of his clothes to John (which might be an excuse to just see John in a bodysuit).

Nik joins in that night, and maybe because he's a bitch who likes to show off, invites the rest of the 141 with him, just so they could watch the show together. I mean, would you not want to show off your boyfriend if it was John Price??

It's been a little over an hour now, and the crowd was still going strong. Nik shifts in his seat, eyeing the time. It is getting closer to John's appearance now, and he is tempted to check on him real quick, just to calm his poor lovers nerves down. He almost doesn't notice Price already standing on stage until he hears Gaz mutter a curse under his breath.

Holy fuck, he was beautiful.

Nik almost thinks he's in heaven from how Price looks, how the light hits his face just correctly to highlight the small dimple popping out on his cheek. How he could see fucking piercings on Price tits, barely poking out, how the glittering bodysuit makes him look more akin to a prize. He must have really pleased the sky daddy up there to live long and see this. He watches him do a little crowd work, yk, introducing himself, teasing the crowd the same way he sees Nik does it, lets one of the audience members touch his tits for the fleeting moment. How he was wearing a skirt that covers almost nothing...

He damn near loses his mind when the lights turn off and only a silhouette of Price could be seen from behind the curtains. He did lose his mind when the show starts, and even though Price was behind a curtain, he could damn well see every move he makes, how Price moves so fucking shamelessly now when behind a curtain, how even the crowd seem buzzing with some sort of energy, probabaly thinking of things that Nik was, maybe more.

The song choice did no favours to Nik's mind, only supplying him with more and more scenarios of Price on his knees, Price bending backwards... Price tied up... Damnit, he had always been a deviant, but this was only pushing his limits of imagination.

Christ, was Price always able to move like this? He fucking missed out on this, shit. His mouth went dry as he watched the silhouette of Price drop down, twirling around the pole...

Nik moves in his seat, watching his boyfriend fucking dance for strangers. He makes a note to install a pole in his apartment in the future, maybe sign up for a class himsel-

The curtain drops.

The curtain fucking drops.

Price reveals himself to the crowd, having apparently changed his clothes in the middle of his performance, cheeky grin on his face as he twirls on the pole a little more, dropping down on the ground with a cheeky wink before continuing on. Damnit, what a tease. The rhinestones and diamonds shimmered against the black bodysuit, the light reflecting off of his suit, demanding for the crowd attention on him.

End of the show, and the stage was covered in bills as Price thanks them, slow, provocative, teasing as he bends down, revealing how his bodysuit was made out of lace, leaving everything except for the grand prize showing...

A man could only take so much teasing, really. And Nik couldn't really care that the lieutenant and sergeant were missing, or that Gaz was fucking flushed. He watches as Price heads back stage, deliberately bending down once just to give them a different kind of show...

That night, under the neon lights of the bar and the buzzing electricity of the crowd, no one notices Price bent over one of the backstage prop doors, exactly like how he did on stage after his performance. And Simon keeps quiet about the filthy cock drunk moans he could hear whilst on his way back from the bathroom with Johnny.

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.

John being in a toxic relationship with someone and ranting to Nik about it one late night in his office while they were sharing a drink.

Nik taking a video of John an hour later bent over his own desk and moaning out Nik’s name like he was a deity to be praised. (Nik also answering the phone when said S/O calls to chew John out so they can hear their boyfriend more clearly.)

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.)

I think that Nik may have a TOUCH of eczema on his body. Maybe on the backs of his hands or in the crook of his arms and neck.

Either way, it’s a pain in the ass when Summer and Winter roll around and he runs out of his medicated cream because his skin gets all dry and cracks or it flares and he ends up with gashes in those areas from scratching it so much.

Luckily for him, John is always there to help!

He’ll make sure he always has his cream when he can, and if he starts to scratch at those areas he’ll move his hand and rub gently at the spot to soothe it. If Nik manages to scratch a gash however, he’ll run it under cold or warm water. (Nik likes scolding hot water but knows that the other two options are best for him.)