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you know that feeling when you look at your fav and you just feel the urge to bite
#who can relate#I look at aki and I just start growling like a dog#I wanna bite him so bad#just bite his cheek#nibble on his ear#chomp into his arm#ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr#im a wild animal
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WOWIE HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY TO ME THIS WAS SUCH A NICE GIFT 🥺🥺🥺THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT!!
teehee its my birthday buuuuuut i am here clawing for nikprice on the ground like a chicken. anyway i wonder how would a nikprice drunk confession go. i just love that trope to death lol
It's your birthday? Happy birthday, mate! A small gift...
Price gets a medal and then gets drunk at the after party. Nik is surprised to hear what he has to say. No one else - and I mean, no one else - is.
cw: alcohol, drunken kiss.
"I hate these bloody things," Price mumbled into his scotch, staring bleary-eyed at his own reflection in the mirror behind the bar. His speech had been short, concise, and he had spent the majority of it talking about the bravery and dedication of his Task Force. The rest of 'em had prattled on for ages about themselves, preening their egos with the new metal on their chests.
"It is a party in your honour, captain. You did a brave thing. And," Nik leaned back to pluck a canapé from the tray of a passing waitress, "there is free food." He pulled the honey-soaked sausage off the cocktail stick and chucked it in the air, catching it in his open mouth, much to the consternation of a gaggle of RAF officers nearby.
None of them were brave enough to let Nikolai see or hear what they thought of him, because they had all heard enough whispers of his service record to steer well clear. Even top brass were scared enough of him to overlook his multiple active Interpol arrest warrants so that he could attend.
Price smiled as Nik chewed, clearly pleased with his feat of dexterity, and then proceeded to slosh his scotch all over himself as he leaned his elbow against the bar... but missed said bar by about an inch and a half. "Bollocks," he growled, as expensive alcohol soaked into the equally expensive wool of his number one uniform.
Nik chuckled, snatching up a handful of serviettes from the bar. "I am starting to think you are a lightweight," he said, swivelling around in his bar stool so that his knees bracketed Price's, a folded serviette pressed to Price's chest to soak out some of the scotch.
"'M not," Price... slurred, fuck, maybe he was. "You wearin' cologne?"
"Da, number one majesté impériale."
"Sounds posh," Price said, lifting his scotch for another swig.
"Hm, it is $215,000 a bottle."
Price choked on his drink, spluttering it back into the glass. "You spent nearly four times my salary on some cologne?" He wheezed.
"It is a special occasion."
"Bloody fucking christ, Nik. It's a medal ceremony, not a bloody coronation."
"It is more important to me," Nik said, "because it is you."
Price felt his cheeks and ears warm. It didn't help that Nik's big hands were still on his chest, careful to pluck away the stray fibres of serviette from where it clung to the damp wool. This close, Price couldn't help but stare.
Fuck, he was so... handsome.
Nik had made an effort to look, and smell, his best. In his expensive tailored three-piece, no tie, because... well, who would be brave enough to tell Nikolai to put on a fuckin' tie? The open top button gave Price a really good view of his chest hair peeking through at the top. Oh, fuckin'... Hot, it was hot in here. Damn uniform.
"Careful, captain, you will fall," Nik said softly, palm pressed to the centre of Price's chest. Price had been leaning forward. Leering. Oh, this was embarrassing. He cleared his throat, shuffled back, and beckoned the barman over for a refill.
Two more glasses, one of vodka and another of scotch, and Price chanced a glance over at Nik again. "Thanks... for, uh, coming to this. The boys like the schmoozin', Simon doesn't stay longer than the talks, don't blame him, but, I, uh..."
"You find it hard to navigate the politics because you are honest and they," Nik waved his hand vaguely around the room, "are not."
Price smiled faintly. "Yeah, guess so. Full of compliments today, Nik. Man might get the wrong idea."
"Or... the right idea."
Price froze with the glass halfway up to his mouth. Even through the drunken dog, he managed to parse the meaning behind that. In payment, however, his brain had decided to bury his entire knowledge of the English language, so all he could do was make a small noise in the back of his throat, which he smothered with a large mouthful of scotch.
Nik hadn't turned in his stool, his knees still spread wide either side of Price's, and Price wanted to shuffle a little closer. He wanted those hands back on his chest, and he wanted... Christ, he just wanted. He had wanted for a long fuckin' time.
"Here," Nik said, sliding a plate of sausages over to Price. "It will absorb some of the scotch."
"Urf, naw, can't stomach that shit..."
"Then we shall go elsewhere."
"Wot?"
"Come, captain. The sergeants left for the clubs ten minutes ago."
"They did? Bastards..."
"Da. I will get your coat."
The fresh evening air hit Price like a sledge hammer to the face, and he was pretty sure he would have fallen in the gutter without Nikolai to lean on. He was intimately aware of the strong arm around his waist, one of his hands clinging onto Nik's expensive wool coat as they staggered into the local Maccy D's for a Big Mac and chicken nugget share box.
Nik paid for it, flashing his most charming smile at the young girl behind the counter as he collected the highly decorated SAS captain from where he was clinging onto a nearby condiments bench for support, takeaway bag in hand.
They ended up sat on a bench by the Thames, dressed to the nines, Nik smelling of thousand dollar cologne as he wolfed down over-salted MacDonald's chips at Price's side, and Price couldn't stop staring at him.
Nik could be anywhere else. Anywhere. He could be partying with the wealthiest men and women in the world, walking among the elite, and yet here he was sitting in London eating shitty fast food with a drunk soldier. He chose Price every time. Every time. Price felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. "Nikolai..."
"Da, captain."
"I think I love you."
Nik grinned, huffing a soft chuckle. "Mmhm."
"No, no," Price swiped his beret off, which had somehow managed to cling onto his head while they had staggered through the mean streets of Westminster. "I... I'm serious. I... I love you. Have for, uh," he hiccuped, fucking hiccuped, tried to recover by puffing into his clenched fist, "...have for a while," he squeaked. Oh, fuck, was that indigestion?
Nik put his box of chicken nuggets aside and turned, arm draped over the back of the bench. He slid a gloved hand under Price's chin and turned his head up. Seconds later, they were kissing. Fucking... Nik's fucking lips were on Price's and, and...
Price hiccuped again.
Nik chuckled into his mouth, before drawing away to smooth his thumb through Price's beard. "This is not how I imagined it, but it is... somehow, right."
Price's face was bright red, he could feel it burning, and his eyes were wide. "You, uh... You..."
"For many, many years, solnyshko."
"We've... that's a... a long time." Price said softly.
"I am a patient man. And you are worth waiting for."
After that, Price didn't really recall much. The MacDonald's hit the deck and Price climbed Nikolai like a bloody tree. They ended up in his hotel room, with Nik's expensive suit and Price's (honestly, perhaps slightly less) expensive uniform on the floor. It might have gone further than boyish fumbling if Price hadn't fallen asleep face down in the pillows after saying he didn't want to take advantage of Nik in his current state. Nik had chuckled at that and laid down next to him, stroking his hair.
Price woke up in the morning with a sore head and a dry mouth, and found Nik sitting by the open window in a hotel dressing gown. "Nik, did I..."
"Nyet, captain. You were an absolute gentleman." Nik put the newspaper aside and took his glasses off, delivering the waiting pint of water and aspirin to Prices hands. "Do you... remember what you said?"
Price's cheeks reddened. "Yeah, look, I'll understand if--"
He didn't get to finish. Nik kissed him squarely on his stupid mouth, stroking a big palm through his hair. When he drew back, he hummed softly. "Drink that and then we will go to breakfast," he said, walking away. Price couldn't help but stare as the dressing gown slid down his broad back, revealing a full arse framed in black boxers. "And brush your teeth."
Price downed the water and staggered from beneath the duvet. He was ready to head down within ten minutes, desperate for a strong coffee and a greasy sarnie. Unfortunately, the rest of his task force, Los Vaqueros, Chimera, Laswell and a handful of her agents happened to be in the dining room already.
"Eyy, there he is!" Gaz called, toasting his mug of coffee.
Soap looked round, glanced at Nik and then back at Price. "Fuckin' finally."
Laswell rested her chin on her palm. "Bagged your man then, Nik. Well done."
Price blinked, squinting in the bright morning light. "So you all--"
Simon walked past, his plate heaped with bacon and eggs, and shoved a coffee into his captain's hand before patting his shoulder. "Yeah. Everyone did 'cept you."
Price looked at Nik for help, only to receive a shrug and a quirked eyebrow before Nik wandered off to the buffet.
"Bloody bastards," Price muttered, glancing at each triumphant face, thumbs up and smirk, before slumping into a nearby chair. Bloody. Bastards
#oh man this slaps#i deadass check the nikprice tag daily to see if there's new from you rawr#GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR#I LOVE UR WRITING SM YOU HAVE NO IDEA#I ALWAYS REC UR NIKPRICE STUFF TO MY FRIENDS HAHAHAH#nikolai call of duty#captain john price#nikolai cod#call of duty#nikprice#just proccessed this rn because autism go brr but i HAD TO THANK YOU IN MANY WAYS
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one thing I hate (love) abt roddy is that I think I would be exactly like him if I had zero filter zero self control no knowledge on mental health care unmedicated etc. this is why I'm constantly gripping him like a stress toy while simultaneously telling everyone that I can't stand his ass
#smudgy.txt#tf posting#mtmte rodimus#HES SO.... SO...............#I WANT TO BITE HIM AND SHAKE HIM AROUND LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY#GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR#also want him carbally but thats unrelated i just see a guy w a thin waist n lose all sense#actually when i see a guy w a big waist i feel the same way. hmm yknow what im starting to think im a homosexual
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GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Hi. @salmonjaws imagine fl4k zer0
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Please take care of yourself!!
Hii dear anon 💗💗💗
Don't worry, I'm drinking a lot of fluids, eating well, and being medicated properly, this virus won't destroy me!!!
i'll destroy him 🔫
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Ik this happened a bit ago in the series
But
FUCK YOU LEON >:[
YOU MADE RABAN CRY😡😡👹👹
GGRRRrRrRrrrrrRrrr >:[
#dwk#die wilden kerle#dwk animated series#die wilden kerle animated series#die wilden kerle animated#dwk leon#dwk raban#gr
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my favs at Coles, but I’m still annoyed about toilet paper!!!
I was at the shop today to get some stuff with my mum, and as we were going through, I saw the brands of one of my favourite yoghurt brands, but they didn’t have the flavour I liked!!! (which is lemon curd!), but yet, they still don’t have any toilet paper and I am praying for some, because every single time me and mum go there, THEY ARE ALWAYS OUT OF STOCK!!! GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
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I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU I HATE
logically I should be upset at the 'flamboyant gay villain man' trope but. tarn. gives me too much joy for me to be mad at it
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it doesn’t stop
ion wanna post ssng pics but candid juyeon has been looking so delectable lately
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