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would you look at that? it looks like OLIVER STARK was finally brought in. oh, no that’s just IAKOV “JAKE” KORENOV who is 27 and is rumored to be a member of THE ORDER. word on the block is that they’re in for MULTIPLE MURDERS. rough, right? might want to avoid them if they really are CALLOUS and CHARMING and that’s on a good day. on a bad they’re said to be SAVAGE and REMORSELESS.
Oliver Stark in 9-1-1 (1.01)
nikolaj-rzeznik:
Nikolaj wondered what Jake’s thoughts were about his relationship with Xander, if he thought about it at all. He didn’t want to pry into what had happened between the other and Colton, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about it. When it was happening, he’d gotten some details, but nothing too in-depth. When Jake suggested pinning the lasagna on the Captain, he laughed and nodded happily. “Oh my god, we have to do that,” he mused, wrinkling his nose a little. He loved that Jake was just as mischievous as he was. This was what made them The Russians at work, and the thought made him giddy all over again. Being with Jake felt right. They still had a lot to figure out about the wedding itself, but they could talk about that later.
“No takesies backsies, you’re stuck with me now, Sunshine,” he teased, holding up his hand and wiggling his ring finger playfully. Niko smiled when Jake approached him. “But I will earn that forgiveness regardless,” he purred, bringing his hands up to slowly help Jake out of the sling, and then back out of the shirt, careful not to put too much strain on Jake’s arm or shoulder. He loved the way his fiance towered over him. Once he was free, Niko wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in to kiss him in a soft, chase kiss before pulling away and stepping into the shower. The water was perfect, and he let out a quiet moan. “Fuck… that feels so good,” he murmured. “C’mere,” he said, making room for Jake.
“The Russians strike again,” Jake muses lightly, pulling the other in close to him so that they can kiss again. He can’t get enough of this, enough of him. He never could, and now he has his entire life, their entire lives to get enough. “I’ll never get enough of you,” Jake murmurs, voicing his thoughts briefly against Niko’s lips. “Sixty years won’t be enough, it’ll never be enough to get all of you,” he mutters, slipping his hand into his hair to kiss him again. He’s already finding it hard to breath, the binding on his chest for his ribs not helping in the slightest in expanding his air capacity.
“Am I though?” Jake wonders, contradicting his previous confession. As Niko works, he supports his arm, and soon enough even the binding on his ribs is on the ground. “Can we uh.... can you string up my arm after the shower so I can wash that harness? It’s smelling pretty foul, I think it needs to go through the wash two or three times with lots and lots of soap.” The soft kiss is nice, but Jake wants more. He breathes in deep, ribs protesting loudly within him, but at least it’s a deeper breath, he can handle the pain. Stepping into the shower, Jake ducks his head under the shower head, cutting off the water from hitting Niko. “So... we never talked about it, but do you want a wedding? Like a big event and the church and all that?”
ok oliver, i see u
nikolaj-rzeznik:
Niko remembered when Jake first revealed that he had been doing all he could to get his shifts to line up with his. It was without a doubt one of the sweetest if not THE sweetest thing anyone had done, in his opinion. His mind and his heart were more than set on marrying Jake. They worked on so many levels, and he knew that Jake would do anything for him. Likewise, he would do anything for Jake.
“Oh my god, yeah… Can you imagine? Baby, they are gonna freak,” he mused, laughing along with Jake and kissing his chin. “I can already see it.” He had thought about taking Jake’s name, but he never realized that maybe Jake would want to take his name instead, and to hear that from him made Nikolaj feel like his heart was swelling with happiness. He chuckled softly and smiled, capturing his lips in another kiss. “Iakov Rzeznik. I love it,” he mumbled against the other’s lips.
But when Jake revealed he had a semi, Niko flashed an impish grin, pulling away from the other and began backtracking towards the bathroom. He tugged on the sweater he was wearing and pulled it up over his head, tossing it aside and revealing his toned, muscular chest. “I need you to hose me down, Mr. Firehose,” he teased, wiggling his brows. He looked over his shoulder as he continued to semi-strip tease Jake just to make sure he wasn’t going to trip over anything and make himself look like an ass. He turned his gaze back to Jake and reached down to unbutton his jeans, sliding out of them rather unceremoniously, but still grinning. “You sure you wanna chain yourself to all of this for the rest of your life?” he teased, giving Jake a playful little flex with one arm and rubbing his own chest idly with the other.
Jake goes to shrug, but winds up whining out in pain at the attempt. He needs to stop doing that, because he’s too dependent on wordless gestures as it stands. “Fuck...” he whimpers practically. “West will lose his shit,” he admits. Grayson probably will too, and only because Niko couldn’t commit to him like he had with Jake. He wonders honestly just how much they’d both subconsciously known the other was right for the other. Of course Jake had been in love with Colt, but the man’s jealousy ruined all of that. “Make them eat the bad lasagna, put a lovely note signed from the Captain, it’s perfect. Make them think he made it, that’ll be perfect,” he snickers. Jake kisses back, pressing in so they can savor the moment. They didn’t need to get engaged and be talking about their exes, this moment needed to be about them.
“I love it,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss him again for good measure. “Love you, too,” he grins, pressing back in to give Niko the kiss of his life. By the time he’s pulled back, he’s breathless and sweating a bit from the effort. He needed to work on his endurance again. As he dwells on the name though, he wonders how long he has to wait for it. Will Niko want a wedding? Will he want people there? Jake’s inclined to just go to city hall to get it done, have a party with a very select few afterwards. He wonders if this might be too much for Niko, if he... he doesn’t want to wind up like Grayson. He’d need to find a way to broach that subject carefully and soon.
And that’s it, it’s the impish grin that gets him. His boyfriend, no, his fiancee may be older than him, but God he could be such a kid. He loved that about him, loved everything about him. Or at least he thought. The hosing him down part, he knows he doesn’t mean a golden shower, so that part comes off sexy still. Watching as Niko strips down for him, it’s honestly the best. Jake stands up, it’s slow, a little wobbly, but he’s got it. “You know,” Jake starts, walking up towards him while working on his belt and pants. “I was absolutely ready to marry you tonight. But after watching you dance babe, I think I might need that ring back.” Jake’s standing over him now, leaning down to kiss the other again. It’s brief, chaste even, stopping the second his pants hit the floor. “Get me out of this harness and shirt?” Jake asks, looking Niko right in the eyes. “You help me out here, I just might be ready to forgive you, Bunny.”
Oliver Stark as Evan ‘Buck’ Buck in 9-1-1 s02e04
nikolaj-rzeznik:
Nikolaj rested his head on Jake’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. His arms wrapped around his now fiance’s waist, smiling at the mere thought of it. His fingers turned the platinum band on his finger, feeling its beveled edges and the weight of it. “Oh yeah. She’s gonna murder you. I mean, she means well, but she’s definitely got a big mouth,” he mused, chuckling softly. He pressed a kiss to Jake’s chest, then put his head back down. He inhaled deeply, taking in the other’s scent. Typically, Niko loved the way Jake smelled, but it was clear he definitely needed to shower. That was endearing regardless. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, Jake. When I came here from New York, I had no one. I was so fucking scared to just live my life the way I wanted to. And then I met you and everything changed,” he said quietly. “Despite being with other people at the start, we became really good fucking friends. You get me and my brand of humor. You understand my culture because it’s yours, too. I can’t imagine living my life without my best friend in it. I love you. I just want you to know that wherever you go, I go. I’m with you. Always.” He wasn’t in a rush to get out of his beloved’s arms.
The entirety of dinner was had on the couch where Niko tried to down a slice of lasagna unsuccessfully. He teased Jake about his lack of seasoning skills, and commended him for his efforts despite that, and for the foresight to order pizza. He finished his slice and smiled, then turned to straddle Jake who was still working on his slice. “Nikolaj Korenov. I love the sound of that,” he said, smirking and leaning in to kiss the other’s cheek. “How are you feeling, Sunshine?”
Jake takes Niko’s hand in his own, threading their fingers together so he can feel that ring against his hand too. His heart swells with pride, entirely needing to feel the comfort in this moment that they get to share. It’s a once in a lifetime feeling, and he’s so happy for once that he can’t help but to laugh in pure glee. “Yeah, that’s why I can’t trust her,” he smiles. “Big ass mouth, it never stops talking. Mostly talking shit, but, well she takes everything personally so this is going to be fun.” Jake keeps his eyes closed once Niko lays against his chest, keeping their fingers threaded together, he just relaxes underneath the man. The man’s words really do resonate with him however, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t tear up a bit at what Niko says to him. “I’m just glad I found you,” Jake mumbles, kissing his cheek with an exhaled, ‘I love you.’ “Do you know how many shifts I changed just so I could work with you? I gave guys free weed, or great vodka. For the first year or two, I spent so much money just so I could be around you. And it was all worth it, every penny.”
The dinner was, for lack of a better word, awful. The pizza was okay, but Jake only ate enough to go with the painkillers he had to take. He just wasn’t hungry, and what kind of engagement dinner was pizza? He’s second guessing everything he did with this proposal, he should have put in more effort. “We should give the lasagna to Grayson and West,” Jake laughs. “Along with a picture of us with the ring on your finger.” Shaking his head, Jake looks up, “Babe, I was thinking I’d take your name.” Korenov was a name he was eager to get away from anyhow. “Nauseous, tired, sore, but happy.... and,” he grins, reaching for Niko’s hand which he promptly brings to his crotch. “And I’ve got a semi, maybe we can take advantage of it in the shower?”
Oliver Stark as Evan ‘Buck’ Buck in 9-1-1 s02e04
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uh.. you invited my sister?
nikolaj-rzeznik:
It felt like everything was in slow motion for a moment. Any thoughts of self doubt or apprehension flew away the second he saw the little box. Any time he’d gotten a “we need to talk” message, it was followed by something bad. But now Niko mentally kicked himself for assuming that when things between them were so good. He grinned and let out a little laugh of relief and surprise. Don’t fucking cry. The words didn’t come immediately as he listened to Jake, but he nodded quickly. Pins prickled behind his eyes and he had to blink back, but he was still smiling quite happily.
“Yes. I will jump with you. I will marry you,” he said wrapping his arms around Jake and kissing him deeply. He quickly remembered the other’s injury and eased up on his embrace with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sorry,” he cringed, chuckling softly and reaching up to wipe the tears he insisted weren’t there. “I didn’t think anyone would want me like that before you came along and changed everything. You’re perfect for me too, Jake. I know I’ve got my shortcomings, but we work. I’ve never met anyone quite like you, and I’d be a complete fucking moron not to want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much,” he said with a subtle lilt in his voice, sniffling as he laughed.
“You make me so fucking happy. And I will absolutely try your stinky lasagna. For science,” he teased, leaning in to peck Jake’s lips, then deepen the kiss.
Jake groans out against the kiss, but it’s not entirely in passion. Niko was excited, and he got that, but the hold he had on him was really testing the limits of his injuries. Returning the kiss with fervour, he only pulls away when Niko does. “It’s okay babe,” Jake breathes out, ducking his head against his. He slowly pulls the ring free of the box and takes Niko’s hand in his own. He was supposed to have saved for two rings, but when he’d seen this one he had to buy it for Niko; blowing his whole budget. Slowly, he slides the ring onto Niko’s finger, bringing the male’s hand to his lips when he’s finally done.
Beaming, Jake looks the other in the eyes. He reaches over to wipe the tears from Niko’s eyes, leaning in to kiss him under each fluttering eyelid. “I love you too,” he whispered. “And my sister is going to kill me for keeping this a secret from her, but she has a big mouth,” Jake snickers. He wraps his arms back around Niko, resting the other’s head over his heart. He just wants a moment to still, to get over the tightness in his chest and the ache in his ribs. For now his shoulder was fine, but beyond that he wasn’t doing so hot.
“Please don’t fucking eat it,” Jake begs, shaking his head.
LIKE OR REBLOG.
nikolaj-rzeznik:
“You can use my ass as a pillow any time, but I can’t control whether or not I rip ass in my sleep, so that’s a risk you’re gonna have to be willing to take,” he joked, wrinkling his nose and laughing. He knew Jake hated being called Pookie, but it was fun to get a rise out of him, especially if he got smacked in the ass like that. He missed the way
Niko had kept himself so busy with trying to that he had pushed their impending talk out of his mind. He heard Jake behind him, looked up, and turned around slowly, trying to read the his boyfriend’s face. He couldn’t see the box tucked in the sling, and had no idea what the other had in mind, but he could feel his own heart racing regardless.
“Jake… Before you say anything,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I just wanna tell you that I know I can be a little obnoxious, but it’s just because I care about you. If you need me to back off, I can, I just wanna make sure your healing goes without a hitch so you can be back in no time,” he said, hoping Jake wouldn’t be too upset with him over everything so far. He stopped talking and set the plates aside, then took a step closer, waiting to hear what Jake needed to say to him.
“Then I’m not doing it, babe, plain and simple,” he counters. He was not about to sign up for that, no thank you, no sir. Snickering, he moves in closer to the other, wrapping his good arm around him. “That doesn’t smell good, Niko,” Jake mentions, turning his nose up at the lasagna. “I really, really don’t think we should be eating it.”
He’s caught off guard when the other speaks. He didn’t even think... that there were doubts to be had. That this conversation could be misconstrued as anything but good. But he lets him speak, he lets Niko get absolutely everything off his chest. Every doubt, every concern, every little thing that’s come up in his mind that he wants to voice. Because if Niko doesn’t say it now, he’ll carry it with him until it becomes too much to bear.
Jake nods at the other, he understands what he’s saying. When Niko steps closer, he brushes a hand through his hair. He bows his own head, hand shaky as he reaches into the sling. Jake’s nervous, stupidly nervous, but he pulls the box out and steps back, taking a knee as he shows the other man the box. “I wanted to know if you’d want to marry me, Nikolaj. I hear your concerns, but they aren’t mine. You aren’t obnoxious, and you aren’t suffocating me. I might be having a problem with being the victim, but that’s my problem, it’s not because of you. I practically live here, but I want to call it ours. I want to call everything ours, and I know we’ve only been dating for like two months, but we’ve been together for years. We’ve had our issues with others in the past, but I think we’re both better for it. I never thought I’d get to a point where I’d be asking this question, but you’re perfect, Nik, you’re everything I could ever hope to have. I’m ready to take this leap with you, so long as you’re willing to jump with me.... will you? Marry me, Nikolaj.”
