Lowkey js got out for summer. Finally found my Hamilton. I'm Eliza now. Burr is trying to take Hamilton's place. Fought Hamilton's Maria he had yet to find himself helpless to say no too. Found out I'm Half Violet arcane. Found me a Caitlyn and I miss her but I have Hamilton still. Burr made a move on me. And Ekko is dating angelica....
In summary: I found d a bf,bf ex tried to get bc back, I fought bc ex cuz she slapped me, bf hb tying to get at me, found out I'm bisexual, low-key fell in love with a girl at first sight, haven't seen her since then, bf hb tried to kiss me at a party, and my friends brother is dating my bsf.
Bitches will say anything for some money. THis girl I knw js txt me talm bout some 'My baby daddy dead and I need 800$ for his haircut' Bitchhhh Now you knw 😭
Sorry I missed a few days cus some stuff happened but tell me why this bitch I fought (in self defense) looking at me all dirty today. Bitch please you ARE the dirty look. The fuck looking like a blob fish with yo ugly ass
Price has a sweet tooth. Give him Nutella over marmite or even cheese any day. Does he indulge? Sadly, only rarely. Dad used to say it was for twats and toddlers only
Oh, Anon...
Price had all the sweetness beaten out of him, or so he thinks. Nikolai proves him wrong.
cw: slightly erotic act of feeding fruit, mention of disordered relationship with food.
Price denied his sweet tooth out of habit. Indulgence was weakness according to his upbringing, which meant that Price was taught abstinence when it came to treats. Coffee: black. Whiskey: neat. Crisps, not chocolate, if you really had to. No cake, no biscuits, no ice cream, nothing sweeter than a Braeburn apple. Price's diet was devoid of anything that might be considered superfluous.
It helped that the army was a place where a man's diet was heavily controlled, even if the quality of the food wasn't necessarily awe-inspiring. It was easy to ignore temptation when there were a million others things to focus on at any given moment.
Then, while Nik and the 141 were running an op in Warsaw, Nik turned up at the safehouse with a paper bag stuffed with rogaliki. The filling? Nutella. Price caught a whiff of them the moment Nik stepped across the threshold; they were still bakery-warm.
Soap leaned across to snag one out of the bag, feeding it beneath Simon's mask at his request so that he could remain prone, one eye down his scope. Gaz plucked two from the edge of the wrapper and then Nik offered it to Price. "Captain?"
It had been one hell of a week. Two close shaves, four false leads, bad intel, almost decapitated by the falling debris of an exploding Chinook. Price's self discipline was at a low point. "Nah, thanks. Too sweet for me."
"Och, cap. Yer missin' out," Soap called back, chomping one pastry as he watched through the scope in his hand.
Gaz hummed his agreement. "Yeah, sir. You gotta try these, they're peng."
Simon stayed silent.
Nik had glanced at each operator as they spoke but now he looked back at Price, shaking the wrapper once. "They are best when fresh."
Price's mouth watered. One couldn't hurt. He hadn't had Nutella in years, since his Da had scolded him for eating it with a dessert spoon from the jar and then it had never entered the house again... two and a half decades ago. "Olright, yeah, give it 'ere."
The pastry was warm still, white sugar clinging to the flakes as they fell to the floor on the way to his mouth. He didn't expect the whole outer body experience as he put it in his mouth, and he slumped down onto the upturned crate currently holding his M4 as he chomped the lot in two bites. "Bloody hell, what did ya call them, Nik?"
"Rogaliki," Nik replied, wiping his thumb over his lower lip to remove the white dusting. "Not quite as good as babooshka used to make, but close. They are good, no?"
Price grunted, running his tongue over his teeth in search of the last few morsels of sweet. Nik was watching him closely as he bit into another, his head tilted to the side. Price tried not to look at the paper bag on his lap.
When Nik finished, he changed seats to sit on the same crate as Price, their shoulders bumping together. "Another?"
Price shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. But, ya know... Chinook, bad intel, close shaves. "Yeah, g'won then."
Nik made the fatal error of sliding the bag into Price's lap. The last three disappeared in a handful of minutes and Nik watched with interest. "If I had known you had such a sweet tooth, I would have bought more."
Price hummed, wiping the sugar and pastry from his beard on the back of his glove. "Bit of a weakness of mine."
Before Nik could answer, Ghost broke his silence. "Three hostiles spotted exiting the building at the southern exit."
Soap shifted down onto his elbows. "Aye, confirmed."
"Clear shot on the target?" Price left the crate as Nik and Gaz gathered their weapons.
"Aye."
"Take it."
Ghost pulled the trigger.
The rest of the operation went smoothly and Nik was soon flying them home. Price hit the shower after providing his initial report to the Major, and was settling down to his paperwork just as Nik stepped into his quarters.
"Knockin' not a custom where you come from?"
"Not between lovers, no."
Price's ears flushed a deep scarlet as Nik so easily named the slowly blooming relationship between them, and he slumped onto the edge of his cot to towel off his hair some more to try and hide it.
"You enjoy sweet things," Nik stated, and Price heard the rustle of a supermarket carrier bag, followed by a dull thud as its contents were placed on his desk. The room was narrow and Nik had to draw close to get past; shower fresh and warm, the faint scent of cologne... Nik smelled as good as the rogaliki had.
"Yeah. Bit of a vice."
"Smoking and drinking are vices. Food is good." Nik sat down on the edge of Price's cot at his side and lifted the edge of the towel to peer under it. "Food is to be enjoyed."
Price frowned, batting Nik's hand away so he could pull the towel off his head to chuck it over the back of his desk chair nearby. He didn't miss the affectionate flush in Nik's face at the sight of him; Nik liked it when Price was warm and ruffled. Complete softie, really. Not that the KorTac operator he had stabbed through the throat in Warsaw would agree...
There was a tupperware of strawberries in Nik's lap. They were cut up and washed, which meant Nik had prepared them before arriving. Price smiled. "They fer me?"
"Da," Nik looked at the desk too, "and so are those."
Price followed his eye to the stack of chocolate bars Nik had removed from the carrier bag.
"Nik, I'm already spreadin' in the middle," Price murmured as he patted his belly.
"Pssh." Nik didn't even humour him, scooting further onto the cot until his back was against the wall. He grabbed Price's pillow and placed it over his lap. "Lay here."
"I've got work to do."
The look Nik gave Price informed him that the work would be waiting until later.
"Using that look on me, terrifying bastard..." Price mumbled, slumping down petulantly on his side so that his head hit the pillow but he remained stubbornly inaccessible.
"On your back."
Price rolled over, hands resting on his chest, and side eyed the tupperware as Nik placed it on the bed. "You gonna feed me, Nik?" He asked, eyes crinkling in amusement.
"As Hadrian did his lovers," Nik replied, unclipping the plastic lid and selecting his first strawberry. Price could smell the fruit, but also the familiar nutty sweetness of Nutella.
"Does that make me Antinous?"
"Da."
"Didn't he drown under mysterious circumstance?"
"Jonathan, you are trying to distract me and it will not work," Nik said, smoothing his other big hand over Price's damp hair.
"Blimey, Jonathan..."
"Close your eyes."
Price did as he was told and took a deep breath through his nose. He'd be lying if he said this wasn't nice; a headache had been developing in his temples and Nik's palm was warm against his scalp. The first strawberry touched his lower lip and Price opened his mouth obediently. The sweet flesh of the fruit broke over his tongue, accented perfectly by the dab of Nutella Nik had scooped up with the edge, and Price's toes damn curled in pleasure.
"Good?" Nik asked, thumb brushing over the stubble on Price's chin as he chewed.
Price swallowed. "Mm, maybe."
"You are a bad liar."
"'m a brilliant liar to everyone else. Only seem t' have a problem with you." Price shuffled his shoulders to get comfortable. "I think I need a few more t' confirm."
Nik grinned. "That, I can do."
The next was just as good as the first, and the third was as good as that. Nik ate a few himself and then leaned down, his hand scooping beneath Price's head to lift him up for a kiss. A tongue that tasted sometimes of whiskey, often sugar free mint chewing gum, now filled Price's mouth with the sweetness of strawberries.
The sex that followed was good. The slow, deep kind where neither were particularly worried about reaching the end; more interested in touching, checking. Nik had been airborne when that Chinook had exploded, but he had been close enough to watch one of its blades spin over the heads of the 141.
Nik's body was heavy and warm between Price's legs, the low rumble of his voice vibrating in Price's chest and curling around his heart, softer and warmer even than the blankets Nik pulled over them in the aftermath. He buried his face in Price's hair, pulling him back so that their bodies touched from head to toe. "A sweet boy who loves sweet things," Nik murmured.
"Ain't nothin' sweet about me, Nikolai," Price said, voice rough in the afterglow.
"We will agree to disagree," Nik said, curling his arm up around Price's chest. "Whoever said you could not have these things, they were wrong. I will ensure you have as much of it as your heart desires."
It was difficult to argue when your entire body was humming with contentment, so Price closed his eyes and bedded down for a nap, basking in Nik's arms. The paperwork could wait until the morning.
