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CHORD OVERSTREET “You’re doing great sweetie!” 😂
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dear eywa
♢ Pairing: Sully family x Oldest sister!Reader
♢ Word count: 2.2k
♢ Genre: angst, family comfort
- Warnings: character death, cursing, just tears
⌲ Description: Alternative ending. You die instead.
M A S T E R L I S T
R e c o m m e n d e d p l a y l i s t :
⌲ start a war - Klergy, Valerie Broussard
⌲ hold on - Chord Overstreet
⌲ sleepsong - Secret Garden
AN: Please take your time reading to fully immerse yourselves.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why were they so stupid?!
Half hidden in the waters surrounded by debris, death, and destruction, you watched in aggravated frustration as your two brothers ran further inside the sinking, burning ship rather than away from it - which was the original plan.
With a hiss, your fist slammed against the water as if that would work out the gnawing worry in your gut. With a determined click of your tongue, your ilu swam towards the ship, and with a similar jump as Neteyam before you, hoisted you into the air as you landed on it in a crouch, ears flickering for any sound before creeping forward and the same direction as your siblings.
If the soldiers didn’t kill them first, you would make sure to end their foolish asses the moment you got your hands on them.
+ + +
Neteyam had always considered himself somewhat brave despite the brief moments of self-doubt. But in situations like now, where Lo’ak and essentially Spider’s lives both relied on his ability to protect, a side of protectiveness he had never felt before made its presence known.
Forcefully pushing away his own fear aside and steeling his insides, he rushed them forward hastily towards the opening of the moon deck. But the approaching footsteps had his breath frozen, seconds later followed by the bullets as instincts pushed him into action and he shielded the two boys against the wall and out of the zone.
It felt like his heart had stopped in his throat for a good moment before he dared to peek out to check, only to hear the sound of a choked scream and a body thumping to the ground.
The three of them visibly jumped as you skidded to a stop in front of them with wide eyes. “What are you doing? Go!”
They all jumped into action at the command, rushing towards the water as you took up the back with the machine gun held ready at your chest. Neteyam could only run, hearing the way you sometimes stopped to shoot at any incoming threats before returning to his back.
“Faster!”
He heeded the command without question, pumping his legs faster than ever before and the moment the railing came in view Neteyam jumped as his life depended on it, cause it did. The water had never felt more like a relief to him as he made sure to stay safely under for a couple more seconds to avoid any incoming bullets before resurfacing.
The moment air hit his skin he omitted a harsh hiss, snapping over to see a graze across his right bicep, oozing blood every few seconds before being washed away by the seawater. “Fuck.”
“What’s up, bro?” Lo’ak was hanging on the neck of an ilu, worried eyes looking over at the sound of his curse.
“I got hit, it might need stitches.”
“Come on guys, let’s get going!” Spider urged them, hanging on to the same animal.
But a reminder froze him in place as Neteyam started to look around him wildly, water splashing as his heart started to thunder. “Where’s Y/N?!”
“She was right behind you!” Lo’ak’s exclamation, mostly out of sudden fear yelled back.
No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening right now.
“Are you two dimwits finished yelling so we can get the fuck out of here?”
None of them had been happier to hear that foul language until now.
Whipping around, all three boys let out a collective sigh to see your head floating a few feet away with an unamused arched brow.
With a click of his tongue, two ilu were quick to find them as they made their getaway swiftly, heading towards the flat surface of a bedding of rocks that looked a relatively safe distance away.
Jake was quick to join the group, an assertive gaze roaming over them to look for injuries and ruling Neteyam’s graze as the worst outcome.
“Man, that was crazy,” Lo’ak let out a breath, hunching over with a groan. “I’ve never had that much adrenalin.”
“You’re crazy, is what you mean,” Neteyam grumbled, pressing a cloth to his wound given by his father.
“You’re all damn crazy!” You snapped out. “Fucking leaping into an enemy ship to risk your lives - for what?! No offense, Spider.”
With a bemused smile, the boy offered two hands in peace not quite in the mood to further antagonize the oldest Sully sibling. “None taken.”
“Hey, at least we got away,” Lo’ak only grinned sheepishly at his older sister, using his innocence and minor favoritism card with the girl as Jake watched with a shake of his head, lips pulling up in a slight smile.
“Lo’ak, I will fight your a-”
One moment they were all bickering, trading snaps back and forth the safety of their lives seemingly secure with their departure from the burning ship in the background.
Then chaos ensued.
Y/N was standing, annoyed expression so very clear.
Then you weren’t.
Staggering to the ground with a muted gasp as Jake whipped around, eyes sharpening in seconds and locating the hidden sniper as his instincts came in, and within quick movements had the enemy falling into the waters with his own weapon.
Yet Jake couldn’t give a shit. His gun was thrown to the side, his feet having their own mind as he rushed forward just in time to catch you in his arms before you tilted face down.
There was no missing the clean through shot and blood oozing out frighteningly fast as he turned you around in his arms, head in the corner of his arms as Jake felt like his whole world just slipped out from underneath his feet.
“No, no, God, no,” He was muttering, before snapping at any of the children who would listen. “Press on the wound, quickly!”
Neteyam was the first one to snap out of his shock, scrambling and falling to his knees roughly on your other side as his trembling hands pushed down on the open wound, ignoring his own stinging pain.
His vision was blurry, nearly unable to see until he realized he was crying. Big, fat ugly tears filled his eyes until they nearly obscured everything.
Jake was looking around frantically as if hoping a first aid kit or something similar was simply laying around on a deserted slab of rock. A hopeless prayer for someone to save you. Help him save his daughter.
He had to find something, seaweed or something sharp to-
“Daddy, stop.”
He met your eyes, his own rapidly glazing over with wetness as he met your unwavering gaze.
“Y/N-”
You coughed, horror spreading as they witnessed blood coming out of your mouth. “It’s useless,” You breathed roughly. “-it a lung, I-I can feel it. Not much…time left.”
“Don’t say that, sister!” Neteyam growled. “Don’t you dare say it!”
“Y/N, please,” Lo’ak’s voice was a broken whisper.
“Flower, you have to fight,” Jake murmured, gently moving a wet piece of hair away before cupping the side of your face, noticing his own hands trembling as they touched your cooling skin.
“Can’t fight… something…alreadybroken.” Your whisper was a near-dead quiet, struggling for each word to leave your mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Jake swallowed, the lump in his throat so large it nearly hurt. He had gone through grief numerous times in his life. On more accounts than one even bothered to sum up.
He had lost friends, family, brothers in arms, and nearly the love of his life at one point. Yet everything until now, had never felt more frightening until this very moment. There had never been a moment for him to consider truly losing one of his children - to watch one of them perish before his very eyes, before himself as a parent.
Because he refused to ever let that happen. In his mind, he or Neytiri would always be close enough to prevent that from happening on pure will itself.
Any other great deity could in all offense fuck themselves if that thought ever manifested. They refused to let it happen.
He had been only a couple of meters away. A couple, not even far enough to call it distance.
Jake had been standing right in front of his daughter.
And he had failed to protect you.
His guilt and grief all mixed into one big mess must have been obvious for even the blind to see, because your grip around his hand tightened, although weakly to what he was usually used to, catching his attention as his tears dripped down against your skin. “It’s okay, daddy,” his strong baby girl offered him a heartbreaking smile. “I’m okay.”
His dying baby was offering him comfort. The fucking irony.
“I can’t-” His voice was a nearly garbled mess, a completely new vision of himself in front of the children. Not that they cared. All three boys were too busy crying, reaching out to touch a part of you as if trying to feed you their life source.
“-you can,” Your voice sounded strangely firm. “You all can,” with a flicker to the rest of the boys, eyes lingering on your little brothers a few seconds longer.
“H-how am I supposed to do this without you, Y/N?” Lo’ak gasped out, nails digging into the palm of his hands. “I need you beside me, please.”
It was like Eywa had breathed new life into you for the last few moments of your very being. Granting you the strength and precious time to say goodbye to your grieving family.
“You underestimate yourself too much, baby brother,” You croaked, beckoning him closer with your weak wrist as he settled down by your head, your grip surprisingly strong as he bent down to lean his forehead against your own, eyes closing as you both soaked in the comfort of each other’s presence.
“You will do great and become even greater. I can feel it. Do it for me, okay?”
Leaning back with a hiccup, Lo’ak let his big brother have a moment with you as you nearly smirked up at him. Teeth slightly bloodied, yet not losing the fire.
If Eywa wanted to take you from the world, then she could. But you would be damned if you were leaving in sorrow.
“I hate you,” Neteyam’s words shocked those present, but the heavy emotion lacing them was hard to hide. You continued smirking, mouth easing into a gentle smile.
“I love you too, little brother.” There was nothing else to be said as he did the same thing as Lo’ak, pressing his forehead gently against yours before your vision returned to your dad.
“Mama…where is mama?”
As if called from the soul itself, the familiar screech of your mother’s ikran sounded, the noise feeling oddly muted as your eyes flickered around almost disheveled searching for your mother. Searching for the warmth of her presence.
“No, no, no, ma’ite!” Neytiri gasped, her very soul starting to break as she collapsed down in the same place as her sons made space for her. Frantically taking in your form, denial spread through her.
This could not be happening. Not you. Not her baby. No. Eywa, no!
“Hi Mama,” Your voice had turned soft, childlike with your face cradled in her larger hands, body still resting on your dad’s lap. “I didn’t want to leave without seeing you.”
“You are not going,” Neytiri shook her head adamantly. “You are not leaving me, my sweet.”
“I’m sorry, mama.”
“You are taking my heart with you,” Your mother gasped out again painfully, grip slightly tight on your face, but you couldn’t help but nearly chuckle. Because you could hardly feel it.
“I’m sorry.”
It was all you could say.
“Kiri-”
“Safe,” Jake finally croaked. “Your sister is safe.” He didn’t actually know, but Jake only wanted to offer you comfort rather than worries in your last moments.
“She will be pissed at me.” This time you actually chuckled. A small, painful hack. “Not saying bye.”
“She will understand.”
Your mother was still in denial, muttering prayers under her breath as you felt your heart shatter in sympathy. I’m sorry for leaving you so early, mama.
“Don’t let Tuk Tuk see me like this,” Your last request got the heartbreaking attention of your family. “She’s too young. Clean the blood-” a new tirade of bloody coughs fell over you. “-over the wound. Don’t let her see. Please.”
“Okay,” Jake nodded, a trembling smile evident. “Okay, baby. I won’t let her see. Promise.”
It was as if your last burden had left you, your body slowly relaxing against his own, eyes slowly fluttering shut, only open a smidge to gaze at the eclipse above their heads.
“I don’t wanna let go,” Lo’ak’s croaking whisper still managed you reach your hearing. “I’m not strong enough.”
You had no strength left. You couldn’t sound your words, your comfort to him. Only your eyes moving, trying to search for him in your half-dazed state, the pain slowly ebbing away. Neteyam’s hand gripped his shoulders, pulling him into his side, and you smiled.
He would be okay.
“I think I’m gonna sleep now, Daddy.”
A shuddering breath sounded, maybe several. You couldn’t tell.
“Let’s go home, Flower. I’ll take you home.”
You continued smiling. “Yes..that sounds good.”
And then you fell asleep, chest falling still as your eyes shut completely, your body lax in between the arms and warmth of your parents.
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HOLD ON
Summary: The aftermath of Harry finding you.
Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (cheating together) Main characters x original characters.
Word Count: 4.1kish
Warnings: Cheating (Harry and Reader together), mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AGAINST PARTNER, mentions of blood, bruising, and cuts.
A/N: IM BACK!! I am so so sorry it’s take me over a month to post this part! I can’t even believe it’s been that long. I got into a bad writing funk after my last post and spend the last two weeks just reading and not even writing truthfully. But, thank you everyone for your patience. I hope you all enjoy. REMEMBER TO READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS!! Song inspo: “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet.
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Series Masterlist || Masterlist
Harry doesn’t think he’s ever felt more afraid.
He’s been afraid plenty of times in his life. More than he can count. He’s not ashamed to admit it.
He’s not ashamed to admit he’s felt fear before.
Off the top of his head, he was afraid for his judges response on the x factor stage, he was afraid for what was going to happen after they had lost, he was afraid when they went on hiatus, he was afraid when he went solo, he was afraid before he put out his first album, his second album, and most recently his third. He was afraid of many things.
But you were there for every single one.
And you calmed him down. You were his rock. His grounding statue when he most needed it.
Every single time he had been afraid in the past, you were his voice of reason, and it didn’t matter who was his partner at the time.
He knew you were going to be his wife one day.
He just knew it.
He was just too stupid to think you guys could ever be with anybody else. But you were happy with Asher and he was happy with Vivian.
Or he let himself believe he was happy with her.
Because you were happy.
But at the end of the day, when he laid in bed and held her. Smelling her expensive shampoo in her hair when they cuddled…
It always reminded him she wasn’t you.
But he toughed it out. Because you were happy. He loved seeing you happy. He could handle settling for second best if he still had you in his life and thankfully that was never an issue between you two.
Now, Harry feels like a complete fucking idiot.
Because if he had only made you his wife like he had wanted too, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.
He wouldn’t be going over the speed limit in the London streets if he had. He wouldn’t be holding back his tears as he thinks of what you had just told him on the phone.
But who’s he kidding?
His eyes were full of tears, threatening to fall down his cheeks, swerving through cars, not caring if he got stopped right now, knowing he wouldn’t pull over, and his entire body was shaking.
His hands were gripping onto the steering wheel. So hard that it was almost painful, one hand was maneuvering the steering wheel, while his other hand was gripping onto his cross necklace on his chest. The same necklace that you had gifted him years ago.
You had told him you saw it at a jewelers shop one day and decided to get a matching pair. He’s worn it ever since.
His eyes dash to his cell phone that’s on the console, your name taunting him on the screen, and he keeps the call connected. Just in case you woke up.
Once Harry turned into your secluded street, his tires screeching at his fast movement, but he stepped on the gas pedal to go faster.
His heart was racing as he pulled into your stone driveway. He quickly parked his SUV, taking notice that only your car was in the driveway, and he felt his body fill with nerves as to what was going to await him inside.
With shaky hands and stumbling feet, he ran towards your front door. He instantly stilled at the front door, gulping down the lump in his throat as he reached for the handle, and pushed the door wide open. It was unlocked.
The house was earily quiet and it made his skin break out into goosebumps. Harry’s body was shaking in fear of seeing you, he quickened his pace, running down your long entrance hallway, and not knowing entirely where you were, he shouted your name.
Peering into the open rooms, trying to see if you were in the first opening of the living room, and he was getting anxious when he didn’t see you.
He ran down towards the second opening of the hallway which was your kitchen and instantly his feet skidded to a halt. His feet screeching against your marbled floor.
Harry gasped loudly at the scene in front of him, a wrenching surprising sob wrecked through his body as his eyes scanned the kitchen layout, and he felt pale.
It looked like a bloody crime scene here.
Bright red liquid splattered over the white marble floors and cabinets. He could see it all over on the countertops, against the wall, and on the kitchen stove. Glass was everywhere that his eyes could see.
And then he saw you.
Another loud uncontrollable sob wrecked through his body as he ran towards you, falling down to the floor next to your unconscious body, not caring about the glass breaking his skin, his hands immediately reaching for you, pulling you into his body, and he tried to shake you awake.
Rapid tears fall down his cheeks immediately, his entire body is shaking with his sobs, his vision is cloudy, and he pulls you into his lap. He wraps one of his arms around your body and uses his free hand to move your hair away from your face.
He keeps repeating sun and baby over and over again. Hoping you’d hear him somehow. Hoping you’d open your pretty eyes for him.
His eyes take in your bloody nose, busted lip, your favorite lavender sweater is coated with blood in different spots, and same as your apron. He notices your limp hands have glass in different places, your leggings are black but he can see different areas with small shards of glass on them. And your feet. Your poor blue fuzzy socks are drenched in red. He’s not sure if it’s wine or blood.
His eyes move back to your face and he stills when he sees the hand marks on your neck. The fresh ugly bruises that are showing up. He looks up into the air, releasing a shaky breath, gritting his teeth as tears flow down his face, and he curses underneath his breath.
Harry is physically shaking with anger and guilt. He’s so upset at what Asher did to you. He feels like he can kill him, but he shoves that feeling away and focuses on you.
He doesn’t care that he’s getting himself covered in wine and blood right now. His free hand has specs of your blood on it now, but he keeps wiping away the hair and blood from your face.
Repeating “baby” to your face and kissing your face to wake you up. The metallic taste on his tongue makes him whimper.
“Hold on, baby. Just hold on.”
His voice is shaky, weak, and desperate.
So fucking desperate.
He doesn’t know what to do. You’re not reacting to anything he does, but thankfully you’re breathing. He has no idea what Asher did to you, but whatever he did. He’s going to pay for what he did.
Harry notices your phone next to you. He takes a shaky breath in and wraps his arms around you to pick you up. He reaches for your phone as he lifts you, tucks your limp body into his arms, sniffs hard to try and hold in the rest of his tears, and hastily makes his way towards his SUV.
He manages to open his back door and gently sets you down on the seats. He kisses your forehead with shaky lips and whispers, “It’s going to be okay. I-I’m here, sun.”
He drives towards the nearest hospital and prays to god that he hasn’t been followed by paps.
The entire drive to the hospital is rapid with his eyes constantly moving to the rear view mirror to look at you. To make sure you’re still there. To make sure you’re breathing.
Harry doesn’t hesitate to park in the “no parking” zone at the emergency entrance, he immediately starts honking to try and catch someone’s attention from inside. He sees a security guard immediately come toward him and Harry knows he must look crazy.
He jumps out of his driver seat, reaching for the back door to pull it open.
“I need you to get me some help!” The security officer is trying to flag someone from the inside to come and help him.
The officer looks at him in confusion, “Are you hurt, sir?” The office raises his eyebrows at his appearance.
Harry shakes his head, quickly pulling you into him once more, he hitches you up in his arms, and starts walking towards the entrance.
“It’s for her,” he says as he continues to walk into the ER entrance and immediately he can feel all eyes on him.
He ignores the stares, yells at the officer to help him, and starts feeling anxious. And he follows the officer when he opens a back door that leads him to where he assumes all the nurses and doctors are.
He can see different people running around, helping patients, and it’s incredibly loud. Loud beeping noises and chatter fills his ears. His mouth feels dry and he feels sick.
He looks at you in his arms, a soft whimper escapes his lips, and the officer brings him towards a ground of huddles nurses that are chatting about something.
One of them is smiling at another nurse and when her blue eyes met Harry’s, she instantly stops, mouth drops, and Harry can see her lips whisper his name in shock.
But then she suddenly reacts and rushes towards him.
“Are you okay? What happened?” She asks, her hands immediately reaching out to touch you, and Harry’s reflex is to curl you into his arms. Away from her touch. He’s terrified to let anybody touch you, but he knows you need it.
“I…” Harry starts, throat raspy, and he holds eye contact with the nurse, “I need your utmost discretion,” he states in a plea, but tries to keep his voice steady.
Harry sees from the corner of his eyes more nurses rushing towards him and one of them is holding a stretcher.
A male nurse tries to reach for you as well, but the nurse in front of you- Harry quickly reads her name tag- Lily.
Lily holds her hand up to stop the male nurse and she then sets her hand on Harry’s forearm, giving him a squeeze, her eyes not leaving his, and she says, “I promise you. We will be discreet.”
Harry nods, tears welling up in his eyes, and his hands are gripping onto your skin.
“But… you need to put her down on the stretcher.. so we can help her. Okay? Can you do that, sir?“
Lily moves her body to angle the stretcher and Harry quickly nods. He walks towards the stretcher, he gently sets you down, and squeezes your hands in his quickly. His shaking fingers move the sticky hair out of your face as you fall limp into the stretcher. He steps back.
Harry stands there, frozen in his spot, and watches them rush you away to an empty room.
“I’ll take you to a private room where you can wait for the doctor. Or myself for an update, okay?”
Harry nods as he follows her down a hallway, he starts messing with the skin around his fingernails, and Lily opens the door to a private room.
“You can wait here. Somebody will come speak to you soon about what happened, okay? Do you need any medical attention yourself?” Her voice is steady and calm. It’s what Harry needs right now. Her eyes look him up and down for any injuries.
“I’m okay, maybe… maybe just a wet rag, please.” Harry says, dry tears on his cheeks making his face feel stiff, and he keeps eye contact with Lily.
“Okay,” she says. She’s standing by the door, gives him a small smile, and then reaches out for Harry’s arm. She squeezes him.
“It's going to be okay, Mr. Styles. We got her now.” Her eyes are sincere and Harry’s face crumbles in anguish.
“Thank you,” he croaks out, covering his face, and turning away from her view.
He hears the door shut behind him and the only thing he can hear in the room is his soft cries.
•••
Harry must have fallen asleep after he had gotten himself cleaned up because he almost jumps out of the chair he was slumped into when he feels someone touch his shoulder.
“Sir! I’m so sorry!” He hears someone exclaim above him. He adjusts himself into the chair, uncrossing his arms, and is confused about his surroundings for just a second before he sees your face in his mind.
He stands quickly, “How is she?” He quickly runs his hands over his eyes to wake himself up.
He recognizes the same nurse as earlier, Lily, and she gives him an easy smile.
“She’s okay right now. A slight brain bleed, but nothing major. Don’t panic. It’ll heal on its own, but we’re going to keep her overnight to monitor it. Thankfully no broken bones. She does have a couple fractured ribs, but…” she trails off, her eyes looking to the side, and she looks nervous.
“What’s going on?” His body fills with worry instantly.
“She woke up, Mr. Styles.”
Relief washes throughout his body and he silently says a thank you.
“Oh, thank god. That’s good… that’s good, right?” Eyebrows furr when Lily nods, but doesn’t follow Harry’s breath of happiness. For a split second, he feels happy that she's awake and okay. But then Lily is rolling her lips in and biting the bottom one.
“What’s going on?” Harry asks. His voice shakes. The anticipation of what she’s about to say fills him with dread once more.
“Mr. Styles, we asked her what happened and she doesn’t remember. She might have a concussion or she might be blocking out the memory because of the trauma. She simply might not want to remember. It’s a way trauma victims protect themselves in these types of scenarios. It’s not uncommon.”
“O-okay?”
Lily puts her hand on Harry’s shoulder as if to comfort him for what she’s about to say. Harry feels confused as the comforting touch. He fumbles with the skin around his fingers in anticipation.
“She states that her boyfriend would never have done this.”
“W-what? She— wait— she said that?” Harry feels even more confused. He wasn’t imagining the phone call. He distinctly remembers what you had said.
Lily nods as he continues, “S-she told me. She told me that he hit her. That he—-“ he stops himself from continuing. Gulping down the forming lump in his throat. He bites his tongue because he doesn’t need anybody knowing about his personal business.
Harry slightly looks up to keep his tears at bay, sniffling slightly, and his eyes start to burn. He looks back down at Lily.
“He found out about something… something she didn’t want him knowing and that’s when he did that to her. I-I swear.”
“Mr. Styles, I’m sorry. But… If the patient says that’s not what happened.. then we have to believe the patient.” She almost looks guilty.
“Even if she doesn’t remember it happening?” Harry asks in desperation, not believing what she’s saying.
Lily nods with a small frown on her lips.
“I can take you to see her, if you’d like.”
Harry immediately nods and follows her down to your room. Lily knocks when they stand in front of the room and when Harry walks in, his lips quiver and his heart feels heavy.
“Oh, baby.” He whimpers out as he takes in your appearance. He manages to grasp onto the door to ground himself from the way his knees buckle at the sight of you. They’ve cleaned you up, but all the bruising from your face and neck makes him wish it was him in the bed instead of you.
You're laying down against the hospital bed, covered in a white blanket, with your head tilted back, but it only showcased the ugly, raw, and red marks on your neck. It made Harry internally weep at the sight. You have a machine on your right side connected to your IV and Harry can only imagine its fluids. Or maybe pain medication. He doesn’t dwell on it too long.
Your arms are laying over the blankets and resting on your stomach. Your hands are delicately covered in white gauze, but only your palms. And he knows it’s because of all the tiny glass cuts you had.
When his eyes land in your face, he wishes he could erase this picture from his brain. He pleads to the gods above that this is the last time he will ever see you hurt. He doesn’t think he can survive seeing you like this again.
Your bottom lip has a big cut on it which is making your lip a little swollen. Your entire right cheek is bright red with undertones of purples and you have one big bruise forming on your left cheekbone. Your nose has a small splint on it, but he can see the swelling underneath and the bruising on the sides.
Harry doesn’t even want to think about what you went through.
It’s almost as if you felt his presence because you slowly tilt your head down and your eyes search the room. When you meet his gaze, your entire body relaxes with relief and his name falls out of your lips like butter.
Harry is immediately at your side, wanting to hold you and touch you, but he stops himself. He hesitates in front of you and your covered hand reaches for him. His hand immediately covers yours, warm with gauze but cold fingers, and he starts crying.
“I-I,” Harry tries to form words, but his voice is muffled because of his sobs. He falls into the chair next to you and covers his face with his arms on top of the bed.
Your hand is immediately intertwined with his curls and you're rubbing his scalp to try to calm him down.
“They told me you found me?” You question and he cries harder at your voice. It’s raspy and hoarse. You don’t sound like yourself, you sound like you’re in pain, and he knows you are. It makes him cry even harder.
Harry can only nod at your question. He lifts his head to look at you and you try to give him a small smile. He’s looking into your eyes, your beautiful eyes, and he sniffles.
He ghosts one of his hands over your face and you almost want to melt into it, but you don’t. Because you know how bad you look and how every single part of your body hurts right now.
Instead, you grab his hand in yours once again.
“I’m okay,” you whisper with tears in your own eyes as you watch his red eyes. His green eyes are bright against the red, his nose is red too, cheeks are flushed, lips bright pink, and he looks beautiful.
“Do you remember anything?” Harry asks between his sniffles.
You roll your lips inside your mouth for a second and bite down on your unaffected side, eyebrows furred down, and you shake your head.
“I… I don’t. I’m… I’m assuming someone broke in? Maybe someone tried to steal from me and did this?” Your voice sounds as if you’re trying to convince yourself this is what happened. Instead of the reality that Harry knows about.
“Baby,” Harry whimpers out. “You called me… and told me Asher had found out about us.”
“Asher?” You question in a low tone, feeling confused once again.
“You… you said he hit you.” Harry gulps down the lump in his throat after he speaks those words and takes in your reaction.
Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. Frowning, you exclaim, “Hit me?! Asher would never, Harry.”
Suddenly, you’re pulling your hand out of his hold and Harry feels like you’re retracting from him.
“Baby, I wouldn’t lie—-“
“Stop it!” You cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest, ignoring the sharp pain that runs through your body as you touch your aching ribs.
His eyes dart to your stomach and back to you.
“Are you—“
“Stop.” You spat at him, feeling furious at him for even suggesting that Asher would do this to you. Asher would never do this. Never.
“Asher would never do this to me, Harry. Are you—- what are you— are you lying to me? Is this a joke? Is this some sick fucking joke? Maybe I did this to myself!! I’m fucking clumsy. I’m sure I just fell on my own. Maybe I dropped the wine bottle myself and tripped and hurt myself!” You cry out to him as fast tears start running down your cheeks. Your mouth speaks faster than your own brain. Spilling anything that would make more sense than what Harry is telling you.
“Baby. Baby. Baby.. what are you.. what are you saying? Baby, stop. He caused your head to bleed. He caused you a brain bleed, baby. You.. you didn’t do this to yourself. How could.. how could you have done this to yourself?” Harry cries as he stumbles over his words quickly at you.
“Asher didn’t do this to me,” you state confidently even though you feel confused about the whole thing. “Why would he do this to me, H?” More tears filling your eyes at Harry’s accusations.
Asher didn’t do this to you. He couldn’t have. Could he?
“He did this to you! He hit you!” His voice goes higher as his frustrations rise, his lips in a frown.
“You’re lying!! Stop lying to me. Why would Asher do this to me, Harry?! He loves me. And I know you love me. You’re my best fucking friend, but you’re crossing a line. He would never do this to me. You need to leave. You’re lying to me. I don’t want you here.”
“W-what?” Harry’s gaping at you, mouth dropped in shock, and a sob escapes his lips once more.
“Go. Now! I don’t want to look at you!” You turn away from him, sniffling, and wiping your tears away.
“You can’t be serious, Y/N. Listen to yourself,” he tries to plead with you as he tries to reach for your hand, but you turn your body to move. Ignoring the pain it causes you. You don’t look at him.
“Leave,” you demand once more. Ignoring his cries and his words.
“O-okay, baby. I’m going to leave. But… but… please. Please try to remember my love. Please,” he begs you.
You don’t say anything. You just stare out the window until you hear him get up and leave. You sit in silence for a couple minutes. Trying to think about everything he said. You wipe away your tears and reach for the call light to call for your nurse.
You press the red button and adjust yourself to relax against the mattress, trying to inhale a deep breath, and Lily comes into the room.
“Hi, love. Did you call? Need some help?”
“Yes, Lily. I did. Harry gave you my phone, right?”
“He did.”
“Okay,” you make eye contact with her. “Can you please call the person under the name of Asher? Can you let him know what’s happened and where I am? The code is 0509.”
A look of uncertainty flashes over Lily’s face, but she quickly controls her reaction. You don’t question it because she nods quickly right after.
“Of course, Mrs. Y/L/N.” She smiles at you, “I’ll be right back.”
Lily leaves the room and you close your eyes for a second.
You try to unclear your mind, trying to remember what happened, and flashes of what happened play out.
You see the wine bottle falling down onto the floor loudly.
You see yourself crawling into the corner and the feeling of true terror fills your body at the memory.
You can see yourself begging the person to stop, but you can’t see their face.
Your face crumbles in frustration at not being able to remember the one most important detail.
You sigh, opening your eyes, and you decide to wait for Asher to walk through the door.
Maybe he can help you remember. Maybe he’s spoken to the police and maybe they’ve already found the person who did this.
But there’s also a part of you wondering why he isn’t here right now. Wouldn’t he have found you after coming home from work? Maybe he had to work late.
You shake your head at the intrusive thoughts.
You try to relax once again, trying not to feel bad for kicking Harry out, but you know Asher would have never done this to you.
He would have never.
#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x reader#harry styles x you#harry styles x fem!reader#Harry styles x influencer!reader#harry styles#harry styles writing#harry styles au#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles angst#harry styles fan fic#illicitaffairsau#Harry styles imagine#Harry styles fic rec#Harry styles cheater#cheater!harry styles
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Would you be interested in writing something inspired by the song ‘Hold On’ by Chord Overstreet with Fuegoleon and Leopold please? I am so starved for angst it’s not even funny. Thank you.
Silent Pleas
“Well I hope you feel better now!" Mimosa smiled as she took a stop and turned to her cousin.
Leopold directed his head to see the door to his room which Mimosa had paused in front of then moving his gaze back to her. "Yeah, I do. Thanks for everything!" Leopold Smiled.
He walked up to Mimosa and pulled her into a hug. Mimosa was a bit startled at first but she melted in and hugged back.
Leopold had been feeling like a mush of shit recently, nothing was right. Everything was messed up, his family, the people around him, his feelings, his physical state and himself in general.
Everything hurt all over, his head was pounding, his eyes were burning, his stomach was twisting and turning and he could collapse at any second.
Why had he been feeling likes this? Simple, parents and people around him.
Leo is always dreading any events and ceremony’s. He doesn’t have a choice but to go because of all that royalty business. He mostly doesn’t want to go because of the people there, sure.. Mimosa and Noelle are there but that doesn’t stop him for hearing others bicker about him in such a nasty way. His parents let alone don’t even want to be seen with him. Mereoleona and fuegoleon get to slip out of stuff like this most of the time so Leo is just left to deal with it and listen.
When everything ends and they make it home his parents immediately start complaining and yelling, sometimes even hitting.
This whole week Leo has spent crying himself to sleep from either pain or too much stress and emotions. He was reaching his breaking point.
After saying his farewells to Mimosa. The boy walked into his room and closed the door behind him then dragged his feet towards his bed and collapsed right onto it and melted into the soft material.
It felt nice to finally just rip off the mask and rest in the pool of all that pain and stress. He didn’t want to ignore everything he’s been going through. He wanted to soak it all in and accept it. He didn’t want to talk about it and let it all out. He wanted to praised on how well he handled everything.
Leopold rested his eyes and let a few tears slip out.
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The next day Leopold had been sent on a Mission.
“Conqueror the Dungeon and find the treasure hall, Simple as that. Now get going brat.”
Turns out it wasn’t so simple because Leopold was on his way back to the crimson lion kings base, limping and also trying to hide his injury from his two squad mates.
It was laughable really. A diamond mage had managed to catch him off guard and stabbed Leo at the side of his waist. It wasn’t too fatal but it definitely wasn’t something to brush aside.
In the end, he had taken care of the mage before resuming to his search for the treasure hall, trying to ignore the sharp sting of pain coming from his side. It took all of his willpower to keep the tears locked in.
Leopold sat onto the back his squad mates broom as they made their way back to the Crimson Lion Kings headquarters.
He felt the cold air crash against the back to his neck and he trembled a bit.
“You look exhausted, everything alright?” Elliot auestioned, slightly turning his head to look at Leo who had his head hung low and hands clutching onto Elliot’s waist from behind.
“Hm? Y-yeah.. Just tired”. Leopold flinched at how hoarse his voice was. It felt as if something was clogging up his throat, it hurt to speak. “My opponent was stronger than I anticipated”
“I could tell. You have blood all over, I almost thought it was yours for a second. Make sure to get checked out though just in case” The black haired mage smiled before turning away from Leo and looking forward again.
Leo hummed in response and hovered one of his hands over his injury. He hasn’t told them about it. He didn’t want to bother them with such an inconvenience, besides it’s not so bad. Sure it hurts and stings like crazy but he can handle it.
No he can not.
Leopold was sat in his bathroom which was connected to his bedroom and he was leaning against the wall letting out broken sobs every now and then.
It hurt. It hurt so bad. He tried to pull the blade out but it just made it worse so he just kept it in.
Elliot had said he would report back to Fuegoleon so Leopold had ran to his room and collapsed onto his bathroom floor.
It hurt. It really did. He had just punched his mirror so the added sting from his hand was not helping. It was taking so much for him to not just stab a piece pf glass through himself just to stop all of this.
He could hardly move. He wanted to scream. He wanted to silently cry. He wanted to tear apart whatever reached his hands. He wanted to be handled with care, like a delicate glass object that will shatter at the slightest pressure.
He just wanted everything to stop.
Leo lifted up his shirt as he looked down at the mess of blood at the left side of waist. It was disgusting. Blade still stuck in there. Its a miracle he hasn’t passed out yet.
The Blood tripled down his torso and onto the marble floor. It was bright crimson red and there was no end to the overflowing mess. It was overwhelming to look at.
He grabbed onto the handle but paused. Someone had entered his room. He could hear the faint footsteps growing closer to the bathroom door.
“Leo? Are you here? You alright?” Fuegoleon called out knocking on the bathroom door. When he didn’t get a responses he figured Leopold wasn’t here so he was about to leave. However, the shuffling on the other side caught his attention and was that a cry.?
Fuegoleon scrabbled for the handle and pulled on it but the door was locked.
“Leo?!” He yelled, panic evident in his voice. Leopold sat still on the floor trying to form a responses.
“Fue-..” he trailed off and chocked on another sob. It was more pathetic than anything really. Truly an embarrassment.
“Are you in there? Open the door right now!” Fuegoleon tried to maintain his tone to not scare Leo, but that was hard given Leopold had just came back from a mission and the description Elliot had given him about Leo’s current state didn’t sound so good.
“Help…” was the only thing coming out of the youngers mouth. No other words were able to be formed. You could barely even hear it from the other side of the door. It’s fine though, because that was all Fuegoleon need to knock down the door and rush to his brothers side.
“Leo?”
And the rest was all a blur.
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Leopold had awakened to the feeling of s soft material cushioning his head and body. A blanket was wrapped tightly around him and he hasn’t felt this comfortable in awhile. He missed this feeling..
He opened his eyes as they adjust to the bright light. It took a flew glances around the room to realise this isn’t his bedroom. He doesn’t know where he is.
Panic settled within him as Leo shot up from his bed but immediately regretted it as he was hit was a dizzy spell and a sharp pain emitted from the side of his waist. The pain felt familiar..
He tried to recall the previous events of the night that had occurred for him to end up here. No one was in the room right now. It was just him alone.
Leo leaned against the wall and covered his lower body with the blanket. Why was he in the infirmary? He doesn’t recall getting injured. Unless he was drugged by something that had fogged his memory up. Leopold is sure he is fine. Well that was if it wasn’t for the splitting headache and pain that was fixed onto his side.
It felt familiar for some reason.. not in a good way. Not in a way as if you’ve seen the familiar face of someone you love. It was different. Like a constant reminder of something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
His train of thoughts were put to a halt as someone entered the room. Owen.
“Ah! You’re awake? How are you feelings.” He smiled and grabbed a chair along with a glass of water and sat next to Leopold’s bed. He put his hand out with the water for Leopold to take but the boy remained stiff.
Owen frowned and placed the cup onto the nightstand and let out a long sigh.
“Do you remember what happened?” He asked with a slight tilt to his head. His voice was airy and gentle. It was very soothing and it didn’t ring in his ears like how everyone else’s had been doing for the past few weeks.
Leopold gave a subtle shake to his head. Owen opened his mouth to say something but the words were caught in his throat as someone else entered the room.
Nozel..?
Leopold perked up as the man emerged from behind the door. What was Nozel doing here? Leopold would have assumed he had came to talk Owen if he hadn’t came up to him and handed Leo a letter.
“It’s from your sister. I was surprised at first because she usually never bothers with letters and stuff but it seems she was worried for you.. just has a very… different way of expressing so..”
Leopold took ahold of the letter but he didn’t open it. He held it in his hands and focused on the contact between his skins and the paper. It felt grounding for some weird reason.
When Leopold had eventually looked up again. Nozel muttered a ‘get well soon’ before swiftly exiting the room.
The door didn’t have time to fully close before opening again. This time someone different had entered
Fuegoleon…
Owen had gotten up and grabbed something from a shelf before leaving. It was obvious he wanted to give the two brothers some space.
Fuegoleon ignored Owen and walked over to Leopold. He had an unreadable expression plastered onto his face. Leopold couldn’t make out what emotions he was feeling or what he was going to do.
Leopold just sat stiff, not knowing what to do. The closer Fuegoleon got, the more he felt his heartbeat begin to speed up. His older brothers footsteps were ringing in his ears. He was staring to feel faint.
Nonsense! This is his older brother. So why is he so scared. Why can’t he face him?
Fuegoleon pushed Owen’s chair to the side and sat at the edge of Leopold’s bed. They both just stayed still.
The older of the two put his arms around Leopold and kissed the top of his head. Leopold heard a sniffle which shook him. Was his brother crying..?
“Big brother… what’s wrong?” Leo rasped out. His throat was slightly bruised and it hurt to talk, but that didn’t matter now.
“Leo I’m sorry.. I’m sorry, I was so scared oh my..” Fuegoleon let out a broken sob. Leopold didn’t know what to do but awkwardly return the hug. He has never seen his brother cry before, this was a first. He felt even more worse knowing the reason for his older brothers tears was himself..
“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you.. Leo why, why didn’t you tell me. Why didn’t you ask for help. What was stopping you?!” Fuegoleon raised his voice as he went on. He tried to conceal his emotions, he didn’t want to get mad at his younger brother, especially since his anger wasn’t directed towards him. He was angry at himself.
“I-I.. I’m sorry, I thought…” Leo trailed off and lowered his head as Fuegoleon tightened the hold he had on him. It was like as if he let go, Leopold would disappear.
“Don’t say anything. Don’t”
So he didn’t. Leopold didn’t say anything and neither did Fuegoleon. They both sat there in each others arms. No words were needed to convey their feelings. Actions were enough. More than enough.
#black clover#leopold vermillion#leopold#fuegoleon vermillion#fuegoleon#black clover fic#mitsuki komori#lets not talk about how long this took#mereoleona vermillion#nozel silva#owen black clover#vermillion siblings
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Can you please do the chosen headcanons about how they'd react to you dying in childbirth?
Ngl this one was pretty hard. Btw, I'm not doing an disciples that already have a romantic relationship (married, y'know). Fun fact: fathers were first allowed to be in the room during the birth in the 1970s, so we're going by that standard. I have no idea really about being pregnant/pregnancy, so idk how accurate this will be.
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Name: I Love You
Warnings: mentions of blood, anxiety, depression
⚠️HUGE WARNING:CHARACTER DEATH AHEAD⚠️
Theme: Hold On by Chord Overstreet
Type: headcanon
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Judas:
Honestly already kinda figured because you were already weakened through the last month before the pregnancy actually happened. But gets wrecked by it. Totally demolished. Maybe or may not be a reason for betraying Jesus..... 👀
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Matthew:
At first, probably doesn't know how to react or respond. It barely even hits him until the person repeats that you're gone and the next thing he knows he can't stop crying.
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Little James:
This poor little baby. I feel so bad for even writing this. But I can see him ask Jesus, just like he asked Jesus why he hadn't been healed yet in Season Three. And Jesus would give him the same response. And my poor baby would almost hyperventilate from crying so much.
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Nathaniel:
There isn't even a sarcastic comment, or any comment for that matter, in his system. He can't even have a clear thought. His mind just goes blank. He's unresponsive, until someone touches him, and then boom. Crying like a little baby.
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Simon Z:
He's totally torn. He thought he could protect you. He felt so guilty for not dying instead. Praying and questioning why God had to make you die instead of him, just wanting to let you live.
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Andrew:
His head is spinning. He's trying to push past his brother so he can reach you, hold you. But he can't. Just can't. His legs would definitely stop working, so he'd be on his knees, panting like he just ran a mile, crying so much.
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Big James:
Everything inside the room stops. No sounds, nothing. He's just waiting for crying. A baby crying. For someone to say something. But nothing happens. Definitely be banging on the door, demanding to come in, demanding to know what happened, demanding to see you, as warm tears bite at his cold face.
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Philip:
Mr. Joy man over here is probably the newest, most depressed person. Like, not a small bit if hope or kindness runs in his system. Nope. Just grief. Pure sadness. This man is gonna need a hug from someone.
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Thaddeus:
Was pacing in front of the door, soon sitting directly across from it, just staring as he silently prayed. But he knew it was too late. He could hear the women inside trying to wake you up. Silent sobs choked his throat as he crossed his arms and looked to the heavens.
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John:
Doesn't care how improper it is if he enters that door once something is wrong. He's doing it anyway. He will do it anyway. No matter how many women are trying to shoo him out, because he will be there.
But, he enters just as your body goes limp, blood covered rags thrown about the foot of the bed near your feet. Would definitely just stand there for a second, all the women staring, before moving out of his way as he pushed through to get to you. Moving hair neatly on one side of your head, he begs for you to wake up as he sobbed until he couldn't anymore. Totally would refuse to leave your side, and someone would have to pull him away.
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As always thanks to @amberlyinviolet for tagging me!
✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, then tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)✨
1. Wonderwall by Jessica Manning (yes it’s a cover, no I won’t be taking questions)
2. Ain’t No Sunshine by Karen Souza (see above)
3. Wreck Me by Chord Overstreet
4. 1000 Graves by Ruston Kelly (entirely @thepartyresponsible’s fault)
5. Muddy Feet by Miley Cyrus (this whole album is a banger, I blame my teenager)
Tagging: @chronicwhimsy @awheckery @claraxbarton @flawedamythyst @harishe-art and anyone else who wants to play!!!
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Would you rather go to school and have Chord Overstreet or Blake Jenner as your jock bully that makes you worship his feet and smell his farts?
First thanks you so much for this question. Both Blake Jenner and Chord Overstreet are really hot. If I was in high school with them, they would never looked at me, a simple fag. So if I had to chose which one was my bully and forced me to worship his feet and farts, I would say Chord because he seems nicer and maybe it wouldn't have been in public.
It's really difficult to chose one between them, but yeah, Blake seems to hate faggots too much (not sure, but maybe) so he would have been cruel and publicly humiliate me. I prefer being humiliated by Chord in private...
But if I had to chose for their Glee counterparts, I would say that Ryder Lynn (Blake Jenner's character) was my bully (I'm sure his farts smell good and his feet too), but maybe Sam Evans would have been my straight alpha boyfriend who protects me 😍
And I also imagined Sam Evans as a bully in my story about him, don't hesitate to read it
And if you want to know what I specifically think about Blake Jenner, don't hesitate to read my MAN OF THE DAY article about him
@fartsandotherstink @bullythisfaggot @leftprogrammingroadtripdean @tidodore2
#Glee#Sam Evans#Blake Jenner#Chord Overstreet#Humilié par une célébrité#humiliated by a celebrity#Acteur#Actor#alpha#lécher les pieds#master#Farts#Pets#Bully#Loser#High school#Question#Would you rather#bel homme#Ryder Lynn
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hello bubbles! what does your version of david and angel look like? or your version of all the redacted pairs? been a frequent visitor on your blog and never caught you mentioning it.
ahh hi!! first, the fact that people frequent this lil blog blows my mind so thank you for sticking around and listening to my nonsense its very sweet and i appreciate you more than i can express <3
yea! i don’t know that i ever have mentioned it to be honest, i like leaving things largely up to interpretation bc that’s kinda the appeal of redacted so i’ve always been vague, but i’d love to share my lil images of them :)
fair warning it’s gonna be Lengthy agdjfksh
*this is just the wolf pack for now if the ppl actually care i can talk about the other redacted bois >:3
david: to me, it’s giving white man who can get Really Tan in the summer agdjkfsh i see him with dark brown eyes, dark brown hair and on the longer side, like enough to fit into a lil bun but there are the little short pieces that hang out by his neck ya know? and ofc just Big Man
angel (don’t mind me projecting): i always imagine angel to be more feminine presenting, dirty blonde shoulder (ish) length hair that they dye from time to time. brown eyed baddie, Very Short Person.
ash: dirty blonde curly hair, a lil shorter than david, more lean ? if that makes sense? lighter brown eyes and he has lil acne scars all across his cheeks. dimples n crows feet when he smiles :)
babe: my babe has a pretty dark complexion, also Very Short Person vibes. masc presenting, chubby, n dope ass style, very cottage core. big round glasses (in my brain their nickname is specs bc their glasses take up their whole face)
milo: short legend, Italian Tan Man. shorter curly black hair, (surprise) dark brown eyes, has a scar on his left cheek from a bike accident when he was a little kid before marie got good at healing
sweetheart: the image of them in my head literally has me in love with them agsjfkhs, slightly taller than milo, grunge aesthetic. they wear contacts but they do need glasses, SURPRISE they have dark blue eyes. dark brown hair in a wolf cut (hehe) purposely wears platforms so they tower over milo he loves hates it
sam: taller than ash, shorter than david. sam is the Only redacted boy that i have a distinct real life person in my head and it’s Chord Overstreet very specifically in this picture
darlin: huge badass person. tall and ripped as fuck, brown hair brown eyes hehe they do dye their hair from time to time though. also pretty grunge aesthetic, the type to go out in black cargos, hefty combat boots, and a white tank top, sit at a chair slouched down, manspreading with their arms crossed across their chest just glaring at everyone
#i don’t talk about sam much but i truly am in love with him#anyways#this is the epitome of me rambling#can u tell i am in love with brown eyes brown hair combo#also i will say most of the time the listeners are Me but i do have these lil versions and i’m in love with all of them#thank you for asking <3#i love to ramble#redacted asmr#bubbles anon
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artists that i’ve listened to because they were in a show i liked ~
Billie Piper (Rose Tyler, Doctor Who)
she has 2 albums: Honey To The B (1998) and Walk Of Life (2000)
her music sounds similar to the Spice Girls and is perfect if you’re looking for music from that era
my favorite songs: Safe With Me, Something Deep Inside, Honey To The Bee
Aly & AJ (AJ Michalka voiced Catra in She-Ra & The Princesses of Power)
they have 6 albums: Into The Rush (2005), Acoustic Hearts Of Winter (2006), Insomniatic (2007), Ten Years (2018), We Don’t Stop (2020), and a touch of the best gets you up on your feet gets you out and then into the sun (2021)
their earlier music is what you’d expect from child actors that starred in a disney movie (in a good way!) and their newer music is more alternative. they write pretty much all of their songs.
my favorite songs: In A Second, Silence, Potential Breakup Song (explicit version)
Omar Rudberg (Simon Eriksson, Young Royals)
he has one album: OMR (2022)
his music sounds like something you’d want to hear on the radio in the summer. he mostly sings in swedish and spanish, but sometimes his lyrics are in english.
my favorite songs: på min telephone toda la noche, Symphony (a cover), Breathe
Madison Reyes (Julie Molina, Julie & The Phantoms)
she has an EP titled All Kinds Of Love (2022) and released a cover of Selena’s Dreaming Of You in 2021
her songs are all very different from each other, but definitely fit the pop genre
my favorite songs: Dreaming Of You, Te Amo, Main Thing
Kevin McHale (Artie Abrams, Glee)
he has an EP titled Boy (2019)
i’d call the genre “millennial gay pop songs” and i hope he puts out a full album at some point
my favorite songs: Help Me Now, Younger, All I Want Is You
Austin P. McKenzie (dating Kevin McHale; is also an actor but i haven’t watched any of his stuff)
he has 2 albums: Melancholy and Nightshade (2019)
definitely an alternative sound
my favorite song: Crazy Beautiful
Adam Lambert (Elliot “Starchild” Gilbert, Glee)
he has 5 albums: For Your Entertainment and Take One (2009), Trespassing (2012), The Original High (2015), and VELVET (2020)
his music is what i’d call “intense pop”…similar vibes to lady gaga
fun fact: he’s been touring with Queen as lead singer for years!
my favorite songs: Whataya Want From Me, For Your Entertainment, Loverboy
RILEY (Mercedes Jones, Glee)
she has a self-titled EP
her music is r&b
my favorite song: Temporary
Chord Overstreet (Sam Evans, Glee)
he has an EP titled Tree House Tapes as well as many singles
country/alternative
my favorite song: Hold On
Naya Rivera (Santana Lopez, Glee)
she only released one single, Sorry (2013), but i’ve listened to her unreleased music and i really enjoy it (other cast members of Glee have said that they are working on releasing her album)
i’d say her unreleased songs have an r&b sound to them
my favorite song: Think You Slick
#billie piper#doctor who#julie and the phantoms#jatp#madison reyes#glee#kevin mchale#adam lambert#naya rivera#she ra netflix#aly and aj#young royals
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New Chord Feet🔥🦶🏼🦶🏼😩😩🤍🤍 @chord-overstreet-feet is amazing for covering chord sexy handsome feet go give them a follow please 🤍
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#chord overstreet barefoot#chord overstreet feet#chord overstreet heels#chord overstreet soles#chord overstreet toes#chord overstreet
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SUNNY’S REMAINING ANONS:
Mama’s got a bunch of anons she failed to post so before the event ends, here’s a list of spells I haven’t posted yet (and a couple I have, but haven’t done anything with), not counting those I have closed starters planned for.
Please shoot me a message if you want to plot / or would like a starter from one of these!
UNPOSTED:
BONUS ROUND: You come to the sudden realization... You're a God! Looking back at your life it all makes sense! You haven't gained new powers but realize the ones you have make you a God! An almighty being who is now compelled to recruit followers and begin your own religion!
BONUS ROUND: You must shimmy your shoulders every time you talk, and shake your booty every time you stand up
SPECIES SWAP: Vampire
CODE-WORD: Muse will orgasm every time someone says a particular word, to be specified by the asker. (Word: ‘the’ & Word: ‘smile’)
IRRESISTIBLE AURA: Is it their perfume? Is it their smile? Something about this muse is making them absolutely irresistible in a way they can’t control. Everyone who comes within a few feet of them finds themselves absolutely taken with them, wanting them desperately, regardless of their usual preferences.
FURRY OR FEATHERED: Deer
THUMBELINA: Muse is now only a few inches tall. Try not to get stepped on!
ICE ICE BABY: Muse is freezing cold and can only get warmth with physical contact—the more intimate, the more warmth they get, but it won’t last long after they stop. (I received this one multiple times, so even though I have plots with it, the people want what they want and I’ll offer it up.)
HEDONIST: Muse is seeing temptations everywhere, and they’re not interested in resisting them. Anything that would give the muse pleasure is irresistible. Will Power? Who’s that? Never met him.
SENIOR CITIZEN: 50s (FC: Joely Richardson)
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Hold On - Jason Todd x Batgirl!Reader
Summary:
"Hey! I see a vent inside, maybe if we get to the roof-"
BAMMMM
"Of course, just shoot open the lock and alert whoever's inside. What a great strategy! Why didn't I think of it?! Oh I know, because it's dumb!"
Warnings: Language, Canon typical Violence, Occasional Angst lets be real it's Jason we are talking about, Kidnappings..?
Word count: 1.6k
A/N:- I...should be studying right now buttt I had fun writing this and yes, I took the title from the song Hold On by Chord Overstreet, I think it fits this perfectly.
I wasn't going for a series but here we are.
Part 2, Part 3
•°•°•°•°
It was a quite night for Gotham. Every person was busy with their own work and so were you, even if it was a little different from what people down below on the streets were doing. As of yet, you had stopped two muggings, busted a few armed two-face goons trying to rob a bank and were currently running across rooftops.
'Maybeee I can get off easy today, go home, microwave the pizza that has been waiting for me in the fridge, get a nice, warm shower and then straight to bed'
You hummed to yourself at the delightful thought as you sat on a gargoyle overlooking the city. You were enjoying the feeling of the light breeze on your face. It was soothing in a way. Not long after, you were startled by your comms crackling to life out of nowhere as you heard Oracle's automated voice in your ears.
"Batgirl I am going to need you to check out the area near Gotham Central Park for any visible strange activity. There are several missing persons reports filed this week that I have tied up to that particular region."
'So much for a warm bath and a good night's sleep, way to jinx yourself (Y/N), you dumbass'
"Isn't that park under construction or something? You know after the whole Justice League fiasco last month?", you questioned.
"Yep but people still go there, in the mornings for walks and at the nights for certain activities."
"Of course they do, I swear, people here are on a whole different level." You sighed. "Alrighty then Babs, I am on it."
•°•°
After climbing up a couple of fire escapes and swinging off of numerous rooftops you finally reached your target destination. There was a deafening silence when your feet landed on the damp grass. You took in the misted surroundings and decided to look around for something out of the ordinary. There was a broken bright neon sign by the corner of the street which caught your attention, you could only make out the last bit, it spelled Parlor.
'That seems awfully familiar. Something about it is odd but I can't quite place my finger on it'
You were lost in thought when you felt someone move behind you, there was rather little time for you to react so you choose the 'hit first ask questions later' option. You clenched your fist, twisted your upper body and delivered a quick, staggering blow to the shady figure lurking behind.
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"OWW!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
.
"HOOD?!"
Sure enough, Jason was on the ground clutching his ribs looking like a hurt puppy.
You moved your hands up and massaged you temples. You do not want to deal with him. Not today and if possible not ever. Even though you never let it show, you always avoided a run in with him. He may have become a part of the family again but you were far off from forgiving him.
You watched with narrowed eyes as he got to his feet and and dusted off the grass from his jacket.
"So on a Scale of one to Demon brat, how much do you hate me?", the smirk on his face and the way he wiggled his eyebrows at you almost made you want to smack him with a crowbar yourself.
"What? Dami?! I don't-- I don't hate Damian, he just gets on my nerves sometimes, something you do all the time.", you enjoyed, maybe a little too much, the way Jason's smirk turned into a small pout. You smiled a bit as you shook your head at his childishness.
"Before you start chucking batarangs at me I want to make this clear; No, Oracle did not send me here to be your backup or whatever, I just happen to be investigating the same thing which obviously led me here to you. So how about we work on this together and watch each other's back", Despite the uncertainty of your rejection, he sounded hopeful. It seemed as if he was ready to build the old, worn out bridges of your relationship back up again. It sent an unexpected warmth through your chest.
"Just like old times?"
"Just like old times.", Jason repeated as you both did a rather unsuccessful fist bump and grinned like idiots.
•°•°
You walked up to the seemingly abandoned building, Jason examined the door for traps whereas you decided on taking a look through the glass window.
"Hey! I see a vent inside, maybe if we get to the roof-"
BAMMMM
"Of course, just shoot open the lock and alert whoever's inside. What a great strategy! Why didn't I think of it?! Oh I know, because it's dumb!", you whisper shouted with a scowl. Jason just shrugged and tilted his head to the side, pointing towards the now open door.
"Ladies first, so lead the way, unless you're scared.", it was a playful challenge on Jason's part, one that you were more than ready to accept.
"Oh you're on Red."
You stepped inside and it was all business from there on. You took in the condition of the room; dusty desks, broken glass, oddly placed mannequins and footprints leading up ahead into a long hallway.
"They seem recent enough", Jason gave a slight nod at your discovery.
Considering the darkness of the hallway, you and Jason shared a look and switched on your night vision lenses. You both started taking cautious steps, the occasional soft thud of your boots being the only sound in the vicinity.
The end of the hallway was forked up and there were two rooms at the end of each passageway.
"How is this place so big! it didn't seem this huge from the outside", you could hear the exasperation in Jason's voice. You figured not getting to hit someone might be getting to him or that he was just bored.
"Look I will take the right, you take the left, our comms are already connected, if any one of us finds anything we tell the other and remember we do not engage in a fight alone. Am I clear or do you want me to write that down for you"
"Yes ma'am, but just so you know you are starting to sound like The old man", you rolled your eyes at his comment and went on ahead towards the right as he went the other way.
•°•°
You scrolled through the torn down bookshelf kept in one of the rooms and you were making a mental note in your mind that there were a lot of medical journals in the bunch, when your comms buzzed.
"I am sorry", Jason whispered in a soft voice and you froze for a spilt second, eyes widening.
'No (Y/N) don't listen to him, he doesn't know what he is saying, just focus on finding those missing people and get this over with'
With that thought you tried continuing your investigation as if you had heard nothing.
"I said, I am sorry (Y/N). I know you heard me. I also know you've been avoiding me, cutting me out and you don't have to reply if don't feel like it but...I just wanted you to know..."
"Now is not the right time for this Hood and...for what it's worth I am not looking forward to a forgiveness session with you...", you felt awful for cutting him out the way you did, your heart clenched at the harshness of your words as you clicked off your comms, but you refused to have this discussion right now. If you were being more honest to yourself you just couldn't bear the emotions it would bring, so you chose the easiest way; completely shutting him out.
It was few minutes after the highly uncomfortable talk with Jason that a wall poster had caught your eye. You moved your hand over it, somewhat wiping off the dust, there was something scribbled on it making it harder for you to read the actual text. You squinted, trying to make out the words
"The people need...perfection...and that is what Pretty Dolls Parlor strives to achieve."
You scanned the area near poster for fingerprints and clicked your comms back on.
"Hood, get over here, I found something and I think this is the make or break kind of information", you were waiting for scan to complete, concern creeping up your mind when there was no reply from the other end.
"Red Hood? can you hear me?"
Nothing.
"Red?! Answer me Damnit!!"
A whole lot of Nothing.
As soon as you heard the chime of the scanner signaling its completion, you sped the other way towards the left corridor, towards Jason.
'Jay please be okay, please be okay, please be okay.'
By the time you reached Jason's location you were panting from the lack of breath and were already cursing yourself for bringing Jason along. To say that the man can take care of himself might be an understatement, he is basically a lone wolf, but still the thought of something happening to him while he was with you hurt like hell.
You looked around frantically and almost jumped out of your skin when you stepped on a gun. You heart almost stopped, it was Jason's. To make matters worse, there was no other sign of him or of were he went. You picked up the gun holding it securely in your hand. You could literally hear your heart pounding in your ears.
Suddenly, through the reflection from the glass window in front of you, you caught a glimpse of a man wearing a blank white face mask, you turned around, immediately switching to a fighting stance but that only did so much for you. A flashlight was switched on and shoved near your face, the night vision of your lens intensified the light, blinding you completely.
Before you could react, a metal pole connected straight with the back of your head and just like that you were lights out on the ground.
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Author's cute little extra Note:
*wiggling my eyebrows rn*
I might be a little too obsessed with the Arkham Knight game hehe.
Well that ended well for you, didn't it?? Jason's gone missing and you get a nice concussion to garnish your anxiety level? No? Okay I will stop talking now.
Tell me if you want to be tagged for the next parts.💕
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🇺🇲🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇺🇲🇬🇧
CONTEST / GAME #8
Hi there ! Today I suggest you replay a new game where you must choose an activity to do with each of these personalities.
Stars sometimes make us so envious that we imagine what would happen if we met them. You know my fantasies of submission and humiliation so I invite you to imagine what you would like to happen with each of these male stars.
The pictures I put are pretty close to the physique they currently have except for 3 or 4 of them. I've given you their current ages in parentheses. I put you as much as possible pictures of their torsos to make you want to worship them.
I know there are some who dream of being in a relationship with one of them: that's why I add the Joker. The joker allows you not to have to choose one of the activities offered. I also know that it will be difficult to make choices, because, believe me, I would like to be able to do everything with each of them.
As for the previous time, I tried to put people with different origins, sexual orientation and professions.
Here are the alpha male celebs of the day.
1. Chris PRATT (43)
2. Zac EFRON (34)
3. Philippe BAS (48)
4. Simon PANDA (36)
5. Garrett CLAYTON (31)
6. François VINCENTELLI (48)
7. James DENTON (59)
8. Luke EVANS (43)
9. Michael B. JORDAN (35)
10. Chord OVERSTREET (33)
Here are the activities I suggest you choose (one per personality):
A. Feet : Sniffing, kissing and licking his feet (which they be dirty, stinky or clean)
B. Fuck : Being raped by him savagely: he grabs you and crushes his body against yours while he shoves his big cock hard into your ass
C. Slavery : Become his slave for the rest of your life (he does what he wants with you, you have to do household chores in his house and you are his sex object forever)
D. Human toilet paper : Serve him human toilet paper for a week (this means that every time he has been shit it's up to you to wipe the shit off his ass with your tongue)
E. Being his victim : He captures you and gives you food: for a week, he forces you to eat nothing but his excrement (piss, spit, turds/droppings, vomit, booger, snot, sweat, hairs, toes jam nails clippings, earwax,...)
F. Facesitting: he crushes his ass on your head and forces you to lick his ass and sniff his farts for a whole day and during the night
G. A night of tender and romantic love: he kisses you passionately, you stroke your dick, you kiss your chest, you breathe in his scent and he yours, you sleep together
H. Massage : You have to massage his body but especially his feet (stinky or not) and clean his dirty shoes with your tongue
I. Humiliated cuckold: if you're in a relationship, he fucks your wife/husband who enjoys it, and he makes you suck his dick to clean it. If you're single, he fucks your mom or dad and you're forced to lick his ass and feet during and after he does that. He laughs at you, at your weakness and your submission.
J. Sissification / public humiliation : He organizes a party and you are at his service, and you are forced to wear a humiliating outfit (either a jester, that is to say a diaper and a coat full of colors to make fun of you b or you wear a pink sissy maid dress, with lots of ribbons). You are obliged to lick the guest's feet who wish it, you serve the drinks to the people who laugh at you.
Joker : he falls deeply in love with you forever and you become his boyfriend.
Do not hesitate to write in comments your answers to this game, or by messages if you do not want others to see your answers.
Here are my personal answers:
1. E.: I imagine very well Chris PRATT being the kind of male to capture a young gay like me to have fun watching him eat his droppings but also his piss. I'm sure they would enjoy spitting or blowing their noses in my mouth.
2. C.: Zac EFRON is one of my oldest fantasies, but I doubt he can want me for anything other than to humiliate me. I'm willing to spend the rest of my life in slavery if it's at his feet. He would be the arrogant type to behave like a king and I would be happy to serve him sexually to worship his body, and doing his housework would allow me to sniff his scents.
4. J. : Simon PANDA is stunningly handsome but looks very arrogant. I imagine him feminizing me to create a contrast between him, the tall, very muscular black man, and me, the small, effeminate white man. If he invites loads of black men, I'll be happy to serve their drinks and kiss their feet for their amusement.
5. G.: I love Garrett CLAYTON, he's sublime, funny and talented. He is in a relationship with a man older than him but if I could spend a night with him I would be happy for him to give me tenderness.
6. F.: François VINCENTELLI is one of the finest French actors and he has played gay or bisexual characters several times. I will be honored if he puts his ass on me and ignores me.
7. I.: James DENTON is the fantasy of many women and even if he fucked my mother in front of my eyes I would lick his feet and ass (but I wouldn't suck his cock).
8. H.: Luke EVANS is a handsome, talented and charismatic homosexual actor. He would be the type to make me massage his feet and lick his shoes to prove to his lover what a dominant man he is.
9. D.: Michael B. JORDAN is one of the most beautiful black actors according to many people and I'm sure he would only see me as an inferior to his greatness. If I could only be his human toilet paper and taste his sublime ass I would be honored and he would treat me like a little white boy
10. A.: Chord OVERSTREET is beautiful, I wish I could lick his whole body but if I can only do the feet it will already be great. But I would like him to kiss me!
JOKER: and yes, it may have escaped you but I haven't yet spoken of Philippe BAS (3), one of the most beautiful French actors in my opinion. I talked about him a long time ago in a MAN OF THE DAY article. I would like to be in a relationship with him for many reasons. Talented and charismatic, funny and naturally dominant, cultivated and terribly sexy, I love everything about him and I dream of kissing him, listening to his voice for hours, licking his sweat after each of his workouts... I'm sure that he would be tender and protective and at the same time a great fucker who wouldn't have to force me to obey him. He is very masculine so I hope I will like the contrast between him and me. He deserves to be worshiped, I would like him to take me in his arms and love me. 😍
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🇫🇷 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇫🇷
CONCOURS / JEU #8
Bonjour à tous ! Aujourd'hui je vous propose de rejouer à un nouveau jeu où vous devez choisir une activité à faire avec chacune de ces personnalités. Des stars nous font parfois envie au point qu'on imagine qu'est-ce qui se passerait si on les rencontrait. Vous connaissez mes fantasmes de soumission et d'humiliations alors je vous invite à imaginer ce que vous aimeriez qu'il se passe avec chacune de ces stars masculines.
Les images que j'ai mises sont assez proches du physique qu'ils ont actuellement, à l'exception de 3 ou 4 d'entre eux. Je vous ai indiqué leur âge actuel entre parenthèses. Ainsi, je vous ai mit autant que possible des photos de leurs torses pour vous donner envie de les vénérer.
Je sais qu'il y en a qui rêvent d'être en couple avec l'un d'eux : c'est pour quoi je rajoute le Joker. Le joker vous permet de ne pas à avoir à choisir une des activités proposés.
Je sais aussi que cela va être difficile de faire des choix, car, croyez moi, j'aimerais pouvoir tout faire avec chacun d'eux.
Comme pour la fois précédente, j'ai essayé de mettre des personnes aux origines, orientation sexuelles et professions différentes.
Voici les personnalités du jour :
1. Chris PRATT (43)
2. Zac EFRON (34)
3. Philippe BAS (48)
4. Simon PANDA (36)
5. Garrett CLAYTON (31)
6. François VINCENTELLI (48)
7. James DENTON (59)
8. Luke EVANS (43)
9. Michael B. JORDAN (35)
10. Chord OVERSTREET (33)
Voici les activités que je vous propose de choisir (une par personnalité) :
A. Vénération des Pieds : Renifler, embrasser et lécher ses pieds (qu'ils soient sales, puants ou propres)
B. Baise : Être violé par lui sauvagement : il t'attrape et écrase son corps contre le tien pendant qu'il enfonce violemment sa grosse bite dans ton cul
C. Esclavage : Devenir son esclave pour le reste de ta vie (il fait ce qu'il veut de toi, tu es obligé de faire les tâches ménagères chez lui et tu es son objet sexuel)
D. Papier toilette humain : Lui servir de papier toilette humain pendant une semaine (cela veut dire que chaque fois qu'il a été chié c'est à toi d'essuyer la merde de son cul avec ta langue)
E. Être sa victime : Il te capture et te donne à manger : pendant une semaine, il t'oblige à n'avoir pour nourriture que ses excréments (pisse, crachats, crottes, vomies, crotte de nez, morve, sueur, poils, rognures d'ongles, cire d'oreilles,..)
F. Facesitting : il écrase son cul sur ta tête et t'oblige à renifler ses pets pendant toute une journée et une nuit
G. Une nuit d'amour tendre et romantique : il t'embrasse passionnément, vous vous caressez la bite, vous vous embrassez le torse, tu respires son odeur et lui la tienne, vous dormez ensemble dans son lit chaud
H. Massage : Tu dois masser son corps mais surtout ses pieds, et aussi nettoyer ses chaussures sales avec ta langue
I. Cocu humilié : si tu es en couple, il baise ta femme / ton mari qui y prend du plaisir, et il t'oblige à sucer sa bite pour la nettoyer. Si tu es célibataire, il baise ton père ou ta mère et tu es contraint de lécher son cul et ses pieds pendant et après qu'il ait fait cela. Il rit de toi, de ta faiblesse et de ta soumission.
J. Féminisation et humiliation publique : Il organise une soirée et tu es à son service, contraint de porter une tenue humiliante (soit un bouffon, c'est-à-dire une couche culotte et un habit plein de couleurs pour qu'on se moque de toi ; soit tu porte une robe rose de servante, avec pleins de rubans). Tu es obligé de lécher les pieds des invités qui le désirent et tu sert les boissons.
Joker : il tombe profondément amoureux de toi et tu deviens son amant
N'hésitez pas à écrire en commentaires vos réponses à ce jeu, ou par messages si vous n'avez pas envie que les autres voient vos réponses.
Voici mes réponses personnelles :
1. E. : J'imagine très bien Chris PRATT être le genre de mâle à capturer un petit gay comme moi pour s'amuser à le voir manger ses crottes mais aussi sa pisse. Je suis sûr qu'ils amuserait à cracher ou à se moucher dans ma bouche.
2. C. : Zac EFRON est de mes plus anciens fantasmes, mais je doute qu'il puisse vouloir de moi autrement que pour m'humilier. Je suis prêt à passer le reste de ma vie en esclavage si c'est à ses pieds. Il serait du genre arrogant à se conduire en roi, et je serai heureux de le servir sexuellement pour vénérer son corps, et faire son ménage me permettrait de renifler ses odeurs.
4. J. : Simon PANDA est d'une beauté époustouflante mais il a l'air très arrogant. Je l'imagine me féminiser pour créer un contraste entre lui, le grand homme noir très musclé, et moi le petit blanc efféminé. S'il invite des tas d'hommes noirs, je serai heureux de servir leurs boissons et embrasser leurs pieds pour leur amusement.
5. G. : j'adore Garrett CLAYTON, il est sublime, drôle et talentueux. Il est en couple avec un homme plus âgé que lui mais si je pouvais passer une nuit avec lui j'en serai heureux pour qu'il me donne de la tendresse.
6. F. : François VINCENTELLI est l'un des plus beaux acteurs français et il a plusieurs fois joué des personnages gay ou bi. Je serai honoré qu'il pose son cul sur moi et m'ignore.
7. I. : James DENTON est le fantasme de beaucoup de femmes et même s'il baisait ma mère sous mes yeux je lui lécherai les pieds et le cul (mais je ne sucerai pas sa bite).
8. H. : Luke EVANS est bel acteur homosexuel talentueux et charismatique. Il serait du genre à m'obliger à masser ses pieds et à lécher ses chaussures pour prouver à son amant à quel point il est un homme dominant.
9. D. : Michael B. JORDAN est l'un des plus beaux acteurs noirs selon beaucoup de personnes et je suis sûr qu'il ne me verrait que comme un inférieur face à sa grandeur. Si je ne pouvais être que son papier toilette humain et goûter à son sublime cul j'en serai honoré et il me traiterai en petit garçon blanc
10. A. : Chord OVERSTREET est magnifique, j'aimerais pouvoir lécher son corps entier mais si je ne peut faire que les pieds ce sera déjà génial. Mais j'aimerais qu'il m'embrasse !
JOKER : et oui, cela vous aura peut-être échappé mais je n'ai pas encore parlé de Philippe BAS (3), l'un des plus beaux acteurs français selon moi. J'ai parlé de lui il y a longtemps dans un article HOMME DU JOUR. J'aimerais être en couple avec lui pour de nombreuses raisons. Talentueux et charismatique, drôle et naturellement dominant, cultivé et terriblement sexy, j'aime tout chez lui et je rêve de l'embrasser, écouter sa voix pendant des heures, lécher sa sueur après chacun de ses entraînements... Je suis sûr qu'il serait tendre et protecteur et en même temps un grand baiseur qui n'aurait pas à me forcer pour lui obéir. Il est très masculin alors j'aimerais qu'il aime ce contraste entre lui et moi. Il mérite d'être vénéré mais j'aimerais qu'il me prenne dans ses bras et m'aime. 😍
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