Nikolai And Price With A Ftm!reader Who Is Taller Hcs Tyy

Nikolai and price with a ftm!reader who is taller hcs tyy

a/n: sure!! I listened to country while writing this because I got bored :’/

Nikolai:

-surprised when he met you at a club and you just stood up and ended up being a good 5 inches taller then him

-absolutely abuses the privilege. If he can’t reach something while working? Might as well have you do it instead of him

-brags about having a boyfriend a surprising amount for someone who is actively an illegal arms trader among other things

-loves stealing your hoodies because their just the perfect size on him to be warm and comfy for around the house

Price:

-since he’s around ghost all the time he’s not completely odded out by it! If anything he thinks it makes you look more masc

-makes taking photos with you just a tiny bit harder when you two are out doing something in public, although the only reason he takes photos to begin with is to show off his boyfriend sooo

-loves to tease you about it and make all the corny tall jokes, but he’s never trying to be mean. He just thinks it’s silly

no because I’m back on my bullshit about accidental sugar daddy!Price where he first runs into you at the café, one of the jobs where you’re working to make ends meet (exorbitant rent and a crippling school tuition mean a paycheck-to-paycheck life) and he’s kind of this intimidating, hulking figure (had a bad day too, probably, so he’s got a sour look on his face) who’s just come in for tea and of course; of course – you’re the one who’s tasked with making his order but now have to be the one to tell him that contrary to what the cashier rang him up for, there actually isn’t anymore earl grey

so he just says to give him whatever you think is best, which is even worse of an ordeal than the fact that you’d run out of his original order, because you’re not sure how to fulfill that request without pissing him off; and then you’re nervously waiting for his reaction as he looks like the type of bloke that would have something to say about it, so lo-and-behold, he stalks over and your palms are clammy because you might get chewed out in front of all your coworkers and the other customers but he just directly hands you a ridiculously unproportional tip to the cheap cup of tea he’d gotten with a ‘thank you’ and an utterly endearing smile that makes his face seem a hundred times warmer than when he’d first come in

and then he shows up again the next day, asking for the same drink that you’d made for him – does this like clockwork, same time every day to the point where you make the drink the moment he arrives so he doesn’t have to wait in the queue; and the tips are still ridiculous, forking over a £20 note because he’s good for it and money is money so who are you to argue with him

but then you lose your other job and have to pick up more shifts at the café, to which he finds out when he comes on a day he doesn’t know you’re working and you’re honest with him about the fact that you’ve got a 6-figure debt for medical school so after your shift, he has a talk with you, pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and offers you like £500 in notes (if it’s going to a good cause, why not – he lives alone, more money than he knows what to do with aside from sinking it into bottles of Macallan and spending it on Villa Claras) thinking that it’ll help but it’s preposterous

and he’s just like, we’ll consider it an advancement in tips for the foreseeable future and you refuse to take it but Price just says fine you can pay him back but there’s no deadline for it; and at that point your pride goes out the window because you’ve got a late rent notice waiting on your kitchen counter and you can’t afford to not take it

so eventually this thing comes to fruition where he’s funding your tuition and living expenses/bills (probably makes a joke somewhere in there about you being his doctor one day), and he’s not expecting anything in return but you feel obligated to do something because he’s the sole reason you’re not a med student bumming it out on the streets and then after months of friendship development it finally gets spicy~

𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

The way that exclusionists treat ace and aro people often reminds me of how the average person would treat me when I started being open as non-binary. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand times, we are not enemies. Our experiences do not oppose each other, they are intertwined. If you’re ace, if you’re aromantic, if you’re any variation thereupon; your home is here. You belong here, too. You are beautiful, and powerful; and you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. You are a valued part of this community.

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Literally drooling over the idea of Price with tattoos. Sailor style tattoos, very traditional, he got them years ago. Fresh in the SAS and with his first paycheck, just grabbed a tattoo from the closest shop to base. Everything placed where he can easily hide it: biceps, thighs, hips, chest. They're faded, well mellowed over the years, the ones on his chest and thighs just visible under dark hair, but they're there. Reds, yellows, greens, and thick black lines, they'd be cliche on anyone else but they fit him. John Price tugs his shirt off and you're treated to daggers on his hips, a nautical compass, maybe a heart or two, anchors, snakes, and military emblems. There's a pinup on his thigh that he laughs about when you trace your fingers over the long legs and pouty lips.

Proof of every tour of duty he completed, every time he made it home in one piece. You trace over his most recent one, a little skull just as faded as the others, years old and wonder why he stopped getting them. "Less painful ways to remember where you been," he tells you, and it's the best answer you'll ever get from him. A man has to have some secrets after all.