I Think John Gets Irritated During The Spring Because Of Those Damn Bees And Their Damn Pollen.

I need to see a thing about John getting bent over his own desk and fucked dumb by Nik until he’s babbling nonsense and his legs are shaking while Nik whispers dirty degrading things in his ear.

Imagine Nikolai and Price visiting America and being blown away at how much a lot of the resident yanks hate their own country. Like sure Laswell shit talks it a lot but half of the population? What a shocker.

What would be a bigger shock is the fact that most of the government’s “slip-ups” aren’t even new to Americans. Government raised taxes? Interesting. They’re slowly spiraling into another Great Depression? Survival of the fittest I guess. Government managed to lose another nuke? Must have been the wind.

“What a chaotic country.” Nikolai mutters as he reads the local newspaper.

“Well, America was never known for having a good government.” Price says as he gorges on a hotdog he got from an old street vendor. “Just freedom and good food.”

“Cheers to that.” Laswell says as she munches on her own hotdog.

Do y’all think that John likes those iceberg videos and documentaries and shit like that? Because I do.

He’s got to be a big fan of murder or missing person’s cases, or weird shit like the man people have “seen” in their dreams videos.

Do you think Nik gets creeped out by it sometimes, or would he be interested as well? The boys definitely are(except for Gaz maybe, he seems like a documentary kinda guy) and sometimes they’ll catch him in his office during his down time watching it on his computer.

Either way, John’s a creepy critter enjoyer and nobody can change my mind.

As much as Nikolai loves himself a feral, bossy John, he also loves to see the more domesticated John too. The John that doesn’t stay up doing paperwork til’ Christmas or check over his shoulder every now and again because, frankly, anything could happen. The John that checks on everyone ten times a day to make sure they’re alright and that they’ve eaten a filling meal even though he’s had two sticks of gum and three whole pots of coffee.

When they’re at John’s or his(many) flats, he loves to watch a softer, more rounded version of his husband patter around doing simple tasks like laundry or going to get the paper. He loves watching him read a long, boring novel while smoking a cigar(even as mundane as it is). He loves these kinds of things because he knows that his husband is at peace. And the fact that he knows he can have it whenever Nik is around makes it tens times sweeter.

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).

I can imagine (Omega)Sergeant Price dealing with his heat for the first time and not knowing what to do because he’s been on heat suppressors since he was fourteen and never thought that one day they could just stop doing their fucking job.

He goes damn near the entire day acting as if everything is normal and gracefully ignores the hungry stares he’s getting from his colleagues before getting dragged into MacMillan’s office by- hm- Mac his damn self, and sat down across from his captain.

“What the fuck son?” Mac questions, the alpha covering his nose with a mask. “You smell like fuckin’ fresh wood and coffee. You off your suppressors?”

John wants to sink into the floor.

“No. They just stopped working.” He says with a frown, lifting an arm to smell himself. “You sayin’ I stink?”

Mac throws a book at him.

“No, I’m saying that you’re walkin’ around here like a turkey who has no idea it’s about to become a Thanksgiving dinner!”

John frowns and shrugs. “So what do I do? Take another pill? Hide out in my room?”

“Taking another will damage something—.. if it hasn’t already.” Mac grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Just put some scent blockers on and disappear for a while. I’m sure that-”

Before he could say anything else, Nikolai walks in looking dirty and rugged, but handsome nonetheless. John’s omega purrs at that.

“Johnathan!” Nikolai grins, moving to give him a hug before stopping and looking at him. “You are off of your suppressors?”

“The stupid things stopped working.” The sergeant grumbles for the last time, trying his best not to pay too much attention to the way Nikolai is hungrily eyeing him. “And I ran out of fuckin’ scent blockers too.”

“Shame.” Nikolai says gruffly, and John has to glance back at the man for a second before dragging his attention back to his captain, ears burning red.

“Fuck it, I’ll just deal.” John says as he gets up, and Mac shakes his head at the boy but doesn’t stop him, knowing he won’t see reason. “I’m goin’ to do paperwork. Wanna come Nik?”

Nikolai, who’s been quiet and respectfully eyeing John, nods almost immediately and follows him out, damn near slamming the door as he follows the sergeant to his quarters.

Maybe inviting the alpha was a good bad idea, because just as they hit the five minute mark clothes were being pulled off, beds were creaking, and loud moans filled the space.

John hadn’t intended for this to happen. No, he was truly, honestly trying to do his paperwork. But with the way Nik was eyeing him(and with the way the pilot’s musky scent was filling the air), he just simply couldn’t help himself and was scent into heat right then and there, and Nik had no issues with taking care of it for him.

Mmmmm, poetic.

Ghost hiding his face? Ghost hiding Simon.

..might delete this later idk. Seems kinda rushed to me but I had the idea so I gotta get it out🤷🏾‍♀️

Imagining Price and Nik lying on the floor of Nik’s bird and sharing a cigarette during a mission gone to hell.

The team’s dead. First it was Johnny who took a bullet to the temple, and then Ghost and Gaz followed soon after. Price can still recall the sergeant’s dull brown eyes staring at him across the field, and he wishes to burn that memory out of his mind forever. Luckily for him, forever seemed to be right around the corner as a grenade went off just a few inches away from their “hideout”, rattling it a bit and fucking up the tail’s blades.

As bullets cracked at the windows and bounced off the interior, Price looks over at Nik and passes him the cigarette, to which the Russian gingerly plucks it from his hand and takes a long drag, eyes closing for a split second before opening again as he passed off the dwindling cancer stick back to the Captain.

“I’m sorry.” John says after a long beat of silence, not daring at glance in Nik’s direction as the man looked over at him. “Just thought you should know that.”

Nik eyes John for a bit before looking back up at the crumbling roof of his helicopter.

“I do.” He mutters. “Yet I do not know what for.”

John huffs a humorless chuckle and finishes the cigarette before stamping out the butt and flicking it away. “Course’ you don’t.”

The two lay there for a good few minutes after, unspoken words passing between them as the gunfire continues. Suddenly, a grenade is tossed into the broken window of the helicopter and the two look at it before looking at each other.

“Johnathan.” Nik muttered, grasping his hand tightly as he stared into those bright blue eyes. “We will meet again. I will find you, and we will be happy.”

John just stared at Nik helplessly before nodding, a small smile gracing his lips as he held Nik’s hand tighter. “Oka-”

In a flash, the bird erupted into flames and smoke, chunks of metals and bodies and papers flying everywhere until all that was left was the burning aftermath.

I feel like Nik’s music taste is everywhere.

If you asked him who his favorite artist was, he’d give you a whole scroll that could reach the ends of the Earth and then some.

If you said he could only pick one, he’d give you the most disgusted look a peaceful man like himself could muster and turn his nose up at you simply because,— who has just one favorite music artist?

If he ever met that person, he’d make them listen to all the music artists the world has to offer until they apologized and saw reason.

Seeing John mad gets Nik all hot and bothered. He likes seeing those baby blues turn furious and narrowed, and he especially loves when his lips move faster than his brain and he says whatever’s on his mind to whoever he wants.

It takes him back to when they were younger and John was nothing but a quick-witted, smart-mouthed Sergeant who had no regard for authority or the President himself.

His favorite thing, however, is when John directs his anger at Nik, because then he can break him down from that anger and take his sweet time building him back up into a pliant puddle of mush in their bed(or whatever surface they crashed onto).