Price and Nikolai meet and marry young. Their relationship is fast and like fire, burns hot and bright and quick. There’s no denying that they love each other, not a doubt in their minds, but there’s something that constantly has them at each other’s throats.
They’re undeniably good at their jobs when they work together, but Laswell has had to step in one too many times to prevent the bruises they come home with from coming for each other. They are hot and aggressive. The good times are perfect. The bad times are hell.
When Price hands over the divorce papers, Nikolai can’t find any sort of excuse to rip them to shreds and pretend they dont exist. The same way no one can deny they’re in love, he can’t deny that staying together will eat away at both of them until there’s absolutely nothing left. It’s bad. Very bad. So he signs his name, doesn’t let his eyes linger too long on the pages beyond where he has to write. Price doesn’t say a word. What’s done is done. Price leaves, and Nik stays.
They’re divorced, but work is work. Events continue to drag them together time and time again, and somehow, things are better than they ever were in the past. Nikolai asks how Price is doing. Checks in. Inquires about the task force he’s leading. Price returns the favor. Asks if Nikolai is keeping himself healthy. Jokes that he’s looking a little softer around the waist. Nikolai responds that he can still take Price any day. Price asks if that’s so. There’s a shine in his eyes. They’re clearly not talking about sparring.
Nothing happens, because both of them put that part of their relationship behind them years ago. It’s over and done with, but they can still be friends. Coworkers. Their teamwork is still unmatched, having each other’s backs like no other duo. Unstoppable when together.
Laswell is who talks to Price first. She’s far from blind, has been holding off on saying anything for…/months/, because she was unsure if it was her place. But as John’s best friend, she’s not going to stay quiet any longer.
The question shocks Price to his core. Is he still in love with Nikolai? That’s….that’s ridiculous. Those days are dead and gone, they’ve both moved on, but-
Ah, who is he kidding. John Price never stopped loving Nikolai Sokolov. He’s gone to sleep every night since the day those papers were signed wondering if they’d made a mistake, wondering if they could have made it work. But at the same time, he knew it was impossible. He remembers their last fight. Fingers around his neck, his own returning the same treatment. Kate screaming for them to /stop/.
Laswell takes his silence for what it is. A yes, plain and simple. But it’s not like he can do anything about it. That’s what he keeps telling himself, what he always tells himself. Laswell gives him an unreadable look. They don’t keep secrets. It makes him nervous, but the whole conversation slips his mind when soon enough, it’s time to return to work. Even a few months later, when given another opportunity to work with Nikolai again, Price doesn’t dare allow himself to think about it.
Not even when once the job is over, Nikolai invites him for drinks. Not even when Price shows up, dressed in his best clothes, and notices that Nikolai has done the same.
Not until Nikolai is sliding his palms over his cheeks, leaning in, a careful expression on his face.
“We’re old men, Johnathan. Been through a lot. But I have to ask, even after everything. Can you give me a second chance?”
There’s heat in his gut. Nothing explosive, just warmth, deep and calm. Familiar. Comforting.
Price says /yes/.
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ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE‼️‼️
(i tried my best on making swap chub, but i think it went well!! :D) (aslo, it's not seen but lust is wearing a nirvana shirt. idk he seems to wear those shirts for shits and giggles i think cackles)
STRANGLES YOUV BUT IN LIKE A GOOD WAY A REALLY GOOD WAY OH MY GOD OTS THEM….ITSTHE MARRIED PEOPLE…….!!!!!!
i love your style wtf!!!! dude!!!!!!!!!! AND AND AND I LOVE HOW YOU DREW SWAP!!!!!! SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. UGH THEYRE SO COMFY!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE SO SOFT!!!!!!!!!!
idea. iidea ok..lust is wearing swaps shirt,..,. he stole the shirt it’s his now…..
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Brown Sugar Kisses - Chapter One: Need You Bad
Warnings: a little angst, tooth rotting fluff, LOTS of tension. Basically hurt/comfort. Sorry not sorry 😌
Pairing: bangchan x fem!black!OC
POV: main character Mikayla.
Synopsis: Kayla see’s that Chan wasn’t himself, she tries to address it. Things go south. Lots of crying, kisses and apologies happen that night.
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“You haven’t been yourself lately. Have you eaten?..Is..is everything actually okay Chris?”
“I’m fine Kay. Why are you always worried?”
“You know why. I remember hearing 42 for the first time. You know you can’t ever go back to that..I’m worried not for me but for you baby.”
I never want him to be mad at me. But it somehow happened. He never was mad at me before. I guess I worry too much about him and he’s giving me a reality check-in. He leaves the studio rightfully upset. I head back to our house upset too. We sit in silence in the living room.
“Are we gonna talk about it.” He says. Not as a question but a statement almost.
“About what?”
“Why I’m ‘not myself’ right now. I thought you wanted to know?”
“I do want to know baby I, I just. Ugh, to me you work yourself over the limit. I know you’re doing what you think is right—and I know what you’re gonna say how you know you and all that. I just want to take care of you..please? Just this once can you let someone just love you for once!”
Silence leaked from the walls. I started to get choked up. He didn’t say anything. He just let me stand there, crying.
“You give all that you have to people—“ I wipe my nose and eyes again. “—why don’t you let others do that for you? They won’t hurt you! I, I would never do that Mí Corazon.”
“I give my all because that’s all I know. Work, do this, come out on top or be roadkill. I do that so people stay.”
“So you just worked yourself half to death? Dammit Christopher I just cannot get you to listen for once!”
Now we’re both crying, great. My eyes were fixated on him, his eyes glued to the ground.
“Do you hate me?”
“No. Why would I? You’re perfect.”
“Then why do you worry about me ruining myself. I feel fine.” He has something in his hands, he’s twirling it. My mind goes back to a horrible place.
“Now we can fight, ion care. You hit me, Christopher, we are done..”
“No, love why would I do that?” He finally looks at me with some kind of care in his eyes.
“I’d never hit you. Wait —don’t leave! Please..”
“You’ve said enough. I’m going to Felix’s.”
We kept going back and forth with each other as I left, him begging me to come back.
I text Felix as I head out the door.
“I’m heading over. Y’all got ice cream?”
He responded.
“Yes. Come on over. 💙”
He opened the door to me in a Nirvana shirt, sweats with messed-up mascara. I was still crying.
He hugged me tight “What happened? I’ll kill him for you if you want..” I laugh for the first time in a minute.
“Gracias Felix. Really.”
“Of course. You asked for Ice cream so…I got a gallon. Titanic’s on. Wanna cry some more?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Few hours later, 1:30 am
I get a call from Chris, “Hey love.”
“I’m sorry.” I say.
“I know. I am too. Come home, I miss you. No, I need you here. You’re right. I need a little pick-me-up right now. Please don’t hate me M.K.”
I start to grab my stuff and say goodbye to Minho. “Of course, I’ll be there.”
I hang up and tap a sleeping Felix “Ah- yea?”
“I’m going back home.”
“Did he call or..?” The doorbell rings. Felix opens up.
“He’s here Kay.”
We look at each other in what feels like forever.
“I’m really so—“ I cut him off as our lips met.
We walk back to the dorms. I sit on his bed thinking. He stares back at me from the other side of the room. “What is it?”
“I feel really bad about what happened earlier M.K.”
“I know.” I lay my head on his lap. “The reason I thought you would hit me is because I used to have this friend. He liked me and I didn’t like him back, so when I said no, I came home beat up because I said no.”
I sat up, regretted it. He wrapped his arms around my waist, looking at me.
“You’re worthy of all the love in the word love. No one will ever hurt you like that as long as I’m here.” Many kisses later lipstick stained his neck and collarbone.
“So, now do you forgive me?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Well I’m going to bed and so are you. It’s late.”
“LATE?? LATE?!?? It’s only—“ He checks his phone. “1:45. Not late.”
I sigh. “There is clearly something wrong with you. Go. To. Bed. Please.”
“Fine, only because of you.”
Fin.
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