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reblog this and put in the tags something you watched that terrified you as a child. i was so scared of the hot sauce in spongebob that i refused to be in the room when it was on

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mood

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👁👁

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sorry I can't make it, my mutual is spam texting me about their oc. yeah actually not sorry, this is very important to me.

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The type shit I’m on😈🙏🏾

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Price and Simon stand either side of the kitchen counter and stare at the bouquet of flowers between them. They're in identical poses; palms flat on the surface, spread wide as they lean forward.

"You panicked, didn't ya?" Price asks, eyebrow rising.

"Yeah," Simon responds. "Thought if I turned up wiv nothin', you'd be offended. S'the done thing, innit?"

"An' your go to was daisies?"

"They're chrysanthemums."

"Wot?"

"Chrysanthemums," Simon repeats. "Says it on the label."

"Huh. Right, yeah." Price's fingers tap on the countertop. "Guess I, uh... should put 'em in some water."

Simon watches his captain - and date for that evening - rummage through his kitchen cupboards, eventually coming up with a pint glass that he fills with water. He grabs the bouquet and slides it inside, tugging gingerly at the plastic wrapping.

"There," Price says, presenting the still-wrapped chrysanthemums with open palms. They stand in silence for a moment longer, both with an itching anxiety under their skin.

Eventually, Price sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. He looks at Simon, who appears to be paralysed by uncertainty. In the field, Simon's looming figure is suitably intimidating for his role; he understands every part of it, and holds himself confidently.

Surrounded by domesticity, he looks every bit the awkward, introverted man he actually is at heart, unsure how to navigate the social requirements of a damned date he wants so desperately to go well. This is difficult for him. He's doing his best.

"Hey Simon. What do you call a flower that runs on electricity?"

Simon looks up, blond eyebrows tilting up and out.

"A power plant."

Simon snorts and Price watches the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. "You're pollen my leg."

Price chuckles, resting his hand over the top of Simon's on the countertop. "C'mon, s'just a pint and a curry. We've done it a hundred times before."

"Yeah." Simon rises to his full height and follows Price to the door. "I'd... uh, appreciate it if ya didn' mention the flowers t' anyone." He meant Johnny.

"S'olrigh', I'll tell 'em you rose to the occasion."

"Fuckin' 'ell..." Price can hear the grin in Simon's tone, and brushes the backs of their fingers together as he locks his front door behind them.

Before Price can walk away, Simon hooks a forefinger around his and pulls him back, tugging down the scarf around his chin. He kisses Price tenderly, lingering against his lower lip and bumping their foreheads together before he draws back.

"Kiss is meant to be at the end of night as ya walk me t' my door, an' only if you woo me well enough," Price says, smiling softly.

Simon shrugs. "I'll woo ya. Reckon we should try it our way rather 'an anyone else's from now on."

"Reckon you might be right."

The date goes well. Price doesn't mention the flowers to anyone, but he keeps them watered 'til they die a few days later.

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mutuals please do this to me

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but i can’t let go of whats in front of me here

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getting to know my mutuals and followers: if you had to sing karaoke on the spot RIGHT NOW what would your go to song be reply in the tags

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nice character you got there. have you considered dialing up the body fat percentage

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brain hairball about nik and price and long distance shit

cw: alcohol, unedited with an abrupt ending

nikolai is, at his core, someone who enjoys solving problems. it's what pushed him to get his pilot's license- lots of problems go away when you're thousands of feet in the air, soaring over mountaintops and away from the source(s) of your strife. he likes that he can do that for people, that his ability to fix damn near anything has made him indispensable to powerful people.

people like s.a.s. captain john price.

but now the captain has come to him with something he has no fix for- a family matter, one that john is reluctant to speak about. serious shit, clearly, based on the way he decided he needed to drown his liver about it. none of nikolai's skills or connections or tools are appropriate here, and he's completely at a loss, floundering when it feels like so much is on the line.

"sorry about the hour, nik." price says over the phone, still obviously drunk. nikolai can't help but smile fondly to himself. he can see the captain in his mind's eye- hair disheveled, moustache wet with whiskey, cheeks and nose flushed pink.

"you don't even know what time it is here, captain." nikolai teases.

"yes i do- and fucks sake, how long we have t'know each other before you finally call me john?" grouses the captain, and nikolai exhales a laugh.

"at least another week, as always." nikolai volleys. this, he knows how to do. light banter, easy jokes- this is his wheelhouse. the serious stuff- not so much. he can listen, sure, but he isn't one for advice or comforting words. he's a hard man- same as price, which makes it even tougher to feel like he's fulfilling his role as a good friend.

price doesn't reply right away, and it makes nikolai's fingers itch. it's difficult, having this conversation over the phone. he's a fairly tactile person- he'd rather the captain was here, in his arms, letting nikolai hold him close and rub his back.

"captain?" nikolai asks when the silence drags on uncomfortably long.

"'m fine, nik, just- thinkin'."

"anything you would like to share?" it's all he can do from here, and yet, it feels woefully inadequate. nikolai has flown into war zones for price, dodged missiles for him, performed some extremely illegal acts on his behalf- offering to just listen to a man talk about his troubles feels pitiful in comparison. it makes nikolai want to gnash his teeth and pull out his hair, this impotent, helpless feeling. he wants to do something, to fix this so price feels better- but he just can't.

"no, no- not right now. i'm just glad to talk with you." price says, words slurring a bit. nikolai can hear him wander through his flat over the line, cupboards opening and closing, water being poured, soft footsteps on wooden floors.

"of course, my friend. anytime." nikolai glances out the window, watching the purple-grey light of morning crest over the kastovian mountain range. "i just wish there was more i could do."

"nothin' t'be done, nik. not by me or you, much as i bloody hate it." price sighs heavily. "s'late. i should get some sleep."

"you won't." nikolai knows that price is still too fresh off a mission to have any semblance of a normal sleep schedule yet. nikolai's brain is full of small tidbits and trivia about the captain- and through these bits and pieces, he would reckon that he knows the man as well as any of his other colleagues do.

maybe more.

"no, i won't." the captain huffs a laugh. "but i should let you go, at least. it must be sunrise f'you right about now."

oh, he did know the time. interesting.

"mm. it's lovely, i wish you could see it." nikolai affirms with a grin, glancing out at the golden rays that are just starting to peek over snowy mountains, heralding in a new day.

there's a pause, and nikolai can practically hear the gears turning in the captains head. phone pressed to his ear, nikolai grabs some spare sheets and saunters down the hall to make up a spare bed that he already knows will go unused.

he won't ask now, but later on, after he's gone home to see his mother and face head-on whatever family troubles he's been dancing around tonight, price will head down to kastovia for a week or so. he won't call, he won't text, he'll just show up with a rucksack and dark circles under his eyes, using nik's spare room and cot as a place to hole up while he works things out.

"describe it for me, nik?" price asks, sounding bleary. it makes nikolai huff out a laugh.

"what?"

"tell me what it looks like, your sunrise."

if anyone else called nikolai at 5am and asked him to not only speak english, but describe a sunrise, he'd reach through the phone like an american cartoon and shoot them dead.

but this is the captain, and for the captain? he'll do anything.

"it's- you know the mountains outside my window?" price hums in the affirmative. "they look purple in the light. the sun is coming up behind them, and it has the snow glittering like a gold- what's the word? the hat for angels?"

"halo?"

"that's the one. it looks like that. grey-purple and gold everywhere. very pretty. hold on-" nikolai snaps a photo and sends it off to the captain, who hums in appreciation when he gets it. the photo isn't quite as stunning as the real thing, but it will have to do.

"s'lovely, nik." price pauses. "thank you, nik. f'pickin' up when i called."

"of course, john. anytime."

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wip Nikolai's orthodox gay guilt

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my dumb little gerbil who i accidentally fed rocks to once

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I just found a doc w almost 1k words of a fic, that I wrote at the beginning of this month - but I have absolutely no fucking idea what the plot is?? Like?? What was my intention with this fic??? Was it gonna be sweet, dark, sad???