to hold me like water or Christ hold me like knife

Well, he doesn't do aftercare for himself. John has the decency to wipe you off and make sure you're okay, you wouldn't keep coming back to him otherwise, but when you try to look after him? Complete shut down.

"C'mon, sir, let me take care of you—" you beg for the third time, giving price your best pleading eyes. You run your hand over the hair on his chest, one leg hooked over his waist in that way you know he secretly likes.

"I'm fine." He grunts, shutting down already. Tensing up, about to push you off and escape like he always does when you lean foreward.

"Awww, no fun, sir. At least a kiss?" You pout, holding his jaw and pressing your lips to his. The faint taste of smoke and whisky on his tongue, mixed with the flavor of you.

Price jolts suddenly, pulls back, eyes narrowed "what the hell did i just swallow?"

Your delighted smile is the last thing price sses.

....only to wake up...still in bed? But, no, the sheets have been changed, and price feels different. Mouth minty, teeth brushed when he runs his tongue over them. He smells clean, too, as if he took a shower. Not to mention how for once his knees don't ache to the core.

He narrows his eyes at the ceiling. His wrists are cuffed to the bed.

...there's a weight on his chest, fingers curling into the hair between pecs.

"Glad you're awake, sir. Have some soup cooling off for you." Your voice drifts up.

Really, price should have expected it. That the one person willing to sleep with him consistently is also willing to fucking drug him for the sole purpose of aftercare.

Let me start by saying I’m not an astrology person so I really don’t know the “deeper meanings” or attributes of each sign. This is just vibes.

Gaz: Aires— confident, determined, singularly-minded

Johnny: Leo— playful, young at heart, sometimes brash

Simon: Sagittarius— compelling, stable, yet somehow causes friction

Price: Libra or Gemini, he’s some sort of two sided bitch

Ya i know im late 🥹

happy spooky season yall 👻

Edit: forgot masked version

straight up adopted a cat solely for the purpose of luring you out of the public eye, courtesy of the infamous cat distribution system, and using it to capture you. he takes off her collar, which is all he needs for you to feel the need to intervene. and it works masterfully from the moment you spot his cat just minding her business.

“oooh, kitty!” you exclaimed. but when you tried to come closer, the cat moves away, which then encourages you to follow while trying to coax her to come to you. “pspspsps! here, kitty kitty!”

his cat meows and keeps running away, further to where there were less and less people. and closer to where Ghost was. in a dark alleyway.

you slow down to a screeching halt once you see the hulking figure at the end

he knew that you knew you were crewed when you heard his devilish ehehehe, followed by an ominously mocking “here, kitty kitty.” and really that was all he needed to catch you.

It was supposed to be a joke.

The snide little comment from Soap about Nik getting a dog bed for you. While you weren’t even awake to defend yourself, too!

But Nikolai has never been one to laugh off a good idea.

The team thought you’d be polite about the purchase at best, mildly offended at worst.

They didn’t expect you to bloody love the thing.

Suddenly you’re all over Nik, just like a new puppy, telling him how sweet he is— how comfy your new spot is. And soon it’s covered in pillows and quilts— things you’re too tired to ever tuck yourself into. But that’s what papochka is for, no?

Cooing about how he has to fold the crust over his little pie filling, that’s how perfectly you tuck into the round bed to him.

Suddenly those throwaway comments from Nik about stealing you away from the team to be his personal helper… seem a little more real.