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Shuffle your "on repeat" Playlist and post ten songs!!

1) Other Side of the Game- Erykah Badu

2) Gabby(feat. Janelle Monae)- The Internet

3) Too Young to Die- Jamiroquai

4) Get it Shawty- Lloyd

5) Beat Goes On- The Internet

6) Crown Royal- Jill Scott

7) Sucka N***a- A Tribe Called Quest

8) Mas Que Nada(feat. The Black Eye Peas)- Sergio Mendes

9) Guide- Steve Lacy

10) Settle Down(feat. Cory Henry & Ravyn Lenae)- Smino

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shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and post ten songs:

I Get Wild/Wild Gravity - 2005 Remaster - Talking Heads

Let's Call the Whole Thing Off - Ella Fitzgerald, Lois Armstrong

Little Red Rooster - Sam Cooke

(Ain't That) Good News - Sam Cooke

Honky Cat - Elton John

Funky Broadway - Wilson Pickett

Way Back Home - Jr. Walker & The All Stars

Are You Lonely For Me? - Freddie Scott

Pride and Joy - Marvin Gaye

Kissing My Love - Bill Withers

...I promise I listen to music that came out in this century, but my on repeat decided that you only get to know about the classics

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Price riding Nik and milking him for everything he has while said Russian whimpers and whines because he’s overstimulated and is not allowed to do anything about it.

Nik has a CRAZY wind up for smacking ass when he and John are home alone. Nuclear shit that makes John Tom and Jerry scream /hj

He sees John bending over to grab something out of a cupboard and he locks in on his target with the focus of a sniper.

If John jumps and hits his head inside of the cabinet then he knows he'll have to buy dinner to win the Enlishman's favor, yet again but he won't regret it.

UGH, John being an aggressive little prick when he’s flustered is so him.

He does things without thinking sometimes, so one day when Nik decides to comment on his freckles he curses the man to the moon and back before leaving with his heart pounding out of his chest.

Nik finds it endearing too, likes to see the man get riled up at his comments and scream at him or get physical, and though Nik is stronger than John and can easily subdue him, giving him the illusion that he’s putting Nik in his place is fun to watch.

One day though, when Nik finally decides that he’s had enough of the sass and the insults, he’ll carry the sergeant all the way to his helicopter in the hangar, sit in the pilot seat, and make John ride his thigh until he’s a whining, whimpering mess.

Obsessing over the idea of AgeGap!NikPrice where Nik(32) meets Price(22) when he’s coming to assist on a mission and sees the sergeant mouthing off to his Captain with little fear and a lot of audacity and saying something about how he “looked like he had a tumor of his nose”(he’d broken it a few days ago), and that he should just “let him lead” because he wouldn’t be able to “see around his second head”(which earns him toilet duty later).

And from that day forward, the criminal pilot was infatuated with the snappy Brit. His confidence, his whit, especially his lack of care for authority. He was headstrong and mouthy, and he definitely had the strength to back it up, and Nikolai could admire that.

He didn’t start to love him until one day when he’d said something that got the sergeant riled up and punched him in the nose. Apparently, commenting on how pretty his eyes were was somewhat of a death wish in John’s world, but Nik soon thought otherwise when he caught the sergeant’s freckled ears turning red and his cheeks a light shade of pink.

..and I can’t bring myself to finish this.. ran out of ideas. Someone help me please!!!! @homosexualgirlandbags any ideas stinker?😓

Never misses, even in style

(Fugitive)Nikolai needing to lay low somewhere so he wouldn’t get captured and brought to the Gulag so he flees to a small town in England where there are small quaint shops on every corner, and if you were to go down just a little further, there’d be a few neighborhoods with beautiful houses/apartments.

Upon arrival, the soldiers who were looking for him had already gotten there first(much to his dismay), and just as they turned a corner he ducked into a flower shop and behind the counter, not even noticing the man standing there.

The soldiers eventually came in and looked around for a bit before asking the man if he’d seen someone come in matching Nik’s description, and to the Russian’s surprise, he said no and told which shops the men could check because they had “good hiding places”.

As they filed out with a brief ‘thanks’ he waited til’ the were far far away before slowly rising to thank the man properly, stopping upon seeing his beautiful features.

The flower shop worker had brown hair and blue eyes that seemed like they’d look ethereal in the sunlight, even as they looked at him with skepticism. He also had a well kept beard and mustache, trimmed to perfection. He wore a white shirt with brown pants that hugged his body in every way(deliciously), and on top was a beige apron with a name tag that read John.

Nik found himself smitten, cheeks heating up and mouth opening and closing like a fish. That was until the man— sorry— John had grabbed him by the ear and pulled the giant Russian towards him.

“You get me and my shop into any trouble and I’ll cut you like a rose, understand?”

Oh how Nik loved his voice. Loved how deep and rough it was despite having an odd smoothness to it. Like a rose.

He suddenly felt a pair of sharp gardening scissors at his throat and broke out of his daydreams.

“Understand.”

The scissors left his throat(much to his relief).

As John was getting ready to go to another task, Nik looked around himself for a second before turning back to the Brit.

“Uh- where is your nearest.. uh- mini hotel?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your mini hotels.” Nik says again. “Uhm.. like the smaller hotels that are usually on the side of the road?”

It takes John a second before he realizes and stops himself from laughing at the criminal across from him. Hell, he looked as if he’d skin him alive and use him as fish bait.

“You mean a motel?” He asks with a small smirk, continuing to sweep. “It’s a few minutes away from here near the butcher shop and candy store.”

“Ah, a motel, yes.” Nik nods, trying to appear cool and collected as he gathered what little bearings he had before going to the door. “Uh.. thank you..?”

“John, and you?”

“Nikolai.” He replied, his name rolling off his tongue roughly due to nervousness.

“Nikolai.” John says, and Nik damn near falls out at the way his name rolls off the florists tongue(he wondered what it’d sound like when he was being fucked).

After their brief conversation, Nik makes his trek to the motel and gets a room that’s, albeit, a bit nicer than some of the hotels he’s stayed at throughout his years of running.

He lays down for a bit to settle his nerves and goes to shower, thoughts lingering back to the beautiful florist he’d met just minutes prior to coming here and wonders if he could go back to the shop tomorrow to see him again, if he’d even be there.

Shoot, maybe he’d get to know the man. Know his likes and dislikes, what makes him tick, what got him into the gardening business, things of that nature(and maybe more if he’s lucky).

John and Nik try not to make promises to each other that they know they can’t keep, especially if it’s against unfair circumstances or the situation is completely out of their hands, yet for some reason they always promise each other that they’d come back to one another alive. Maybe not in the best condition, but breathing nonetheless.

That was a mistake however, Nik realizes, because now as he’s standing in front of a headstone with the name of a certain Captain with blue eyes that’ll never shine again, he comes to the realization that nothing in this cruel, unfair world was ever guaranteed.

His ability to walk.

His ability to have control over his bird.

His ability to wake up every morning beside his lover.

His ability to get the Captain and his team to safety.

His ability to be able to hold his lover, to keep him warm.

His ability to hold him even when he was already going cold.

None of it was guaranteed, and now Nik has to live with that burning reminder.

Alright guys, bear with me rq but.. trillionaire!Nik and gardener!John.

39 year old Nik, who has tons of money to dump anywhere he pleases and has options upon options of guys he can choose to fuck around with and spend said money on, but chooses to fawn over his gardener all day instead.

28 year old John, who graduated university with all honors and is now working for said Russian to be able to pay off his student debt and buy him time to figure out what he wants to do in life.

John notices the way Nik looks at him when he’s out in his private garden trimming the hedges or repotting a succulent. Notices the way the man’s eyes linger on the sweat slowly sliding down his face, or the way his back has a slight arch to it when he’s down on his knees cleaning up a rose bush. He notices the discreet touches on his shoulder or lower back, and the way Nik’s eyes seem to rove over him when he comes inside the ridiculously large mansion for a break, baby blues light and lovely with energy while his muscles are taut with exertion.

Oh what Nik would give to have his gardener in his bed just once. One chance is all Nik wants, to be able to feel and fiddle with the Brit until he’s putty in his arms. To press his hands down on his lower back to correct the man’s arch when he’s behind him during doggy style. To be able to control the powerful body he’s had the fortune of seeing for months until it’s ruined for any other man.

Because John is Nik’s gardener. His landscaper. He’s had eyes on him for the longest, and he’ll be damned if anyone other than him gets first dibs.

..Hm.

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.

Managed to smuggle a half gallon of sweet tea back into my school without being hounded by that big bitch assistant principal.

Thats one more win in my book. Goober: 100mil/Haters: 0