I Think That John Absolutely Despises The Winter Season. And Don’t Get Him Wrong— He Loves The Holidays.

What if one day Nik is helping John with his garden out back and it gets really hot so he ties up his hair into a man bun before lifting two heavy bags of soil, one under his arm and the other over his shoulder.

John sees this and drags that man back inside for a few minutes before they come back out to finish planting the Marigold seeds.

no back to ur Greek god thing w price and nik.. bonus points if they are in a lovers position that once held each other now separate far apart..

This.. is a different perspective that I haven’t thought about(and I love it.)

In my mind I was thinking they’d kind of be like The Creation of Adam and instead of their fingers touching they’d be reaching out with full force, one trying to protect the other from whatever wicked curse Zeus was about to cast on them. But now I really wanna scrap that original image and replace it with this one:

Before they were cursed they held onto each other feverishly, Nik holding John to his chest and cradling the back of his head while John wrapped his strong arms around Nik, one hand splayed across his back trying to keep him close while the other gripped his hair in a gentle yet powerful hold.

When they’re found, it takes every bit of mortal strength to pry the two off each other and put them in different locations, but eventually it was done and now the two are so close yet so far from being together.

..Price being told to kill Nikolai because he’s being suspected of giving away info and having connections to Makarov, as well as helping him get more weapons.

..Price being devastated because— what? Nik wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he’s known since he joined the military wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he’s spent countless nights with telling his deepest, darkest secrets to wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he shared his first kiss with, who he gave his heart and soul to, wouldn’t do that.

…The Nik that he’s let around his boys, that he’s let into his life, wouldn’t do that.

..he has until Friday to do it, to put a bullet in his lover’s skull. If he fails, then they’ll get Nik and him for suspicion of cover up. Hell, maybe they’ll beat Nik bloody in front of him(or vice versa), who knows?

John’s at a loss on what to do, so he calls his old captain for advice. At the end of the conversation, he’s left with two choices: Play by the kings, or Play by the sword.

I think the choice is obvious.

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.)

Price is a plant guy and nobody can change my mind. He probably has all sorts of plants, and not flowers or anything, but succulents and stuff, and damn if they aren’t the healthiest plants you’ve ever seen. I think he’d even have names for them, like Ronald or Mite.

His biggest mistake was letting Nik name one of them though, because now he’s got a Venus Flytrap named Pest Controller 3000 and is reminded of that name whenever he goes to feed it a fly.

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).

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Alright, so where the shit is my package..

Sometimes I think that when Nik and Price are lying in bed together and Nik has his shirt off, Price will begin to knead his stomach and make “biscuits” because he “finds it therapeutic”.

However, when Nik goes on a diet for.. idk, medical reasons?, and loses his stomach, Price pouts and tries everything in his will to get his man to fatten back up(though his attempts are fruitless).

Remember seeing that in class once(as well as the autopsy), and goodness gracious it was something.

If someone can find a blamy with just as much fire power then us Americans might actually be able to recreate it without it being a hoax or an organized accident.

Did you see that Elon Musk did a Nazi salute TWICE durning trumps inauguration??!?!!,! Yeah, I’m only fuming a little. Totally unrelated, how would literally any character kill a man? Violence is on the table.

(For legal reasons, this is not me looking for ways to kill Elon Musk. This is me being angry :) )

Oh, I fucking saw. That Nazi, built like a deep breath looking motherfucker.

God, do you remember Dallas, November 22nd 1963?

Fine weather that day, I think Musk should go and I trust America to recreate the exact circumstances that took place that day.