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[barlin8]

Pornstar!Price who's getting tired of his career, but his agent Laswell manages to find him a sweat, confident but non-professional Reader, and then suddently Price is all interested again ?

Anyone ?

Please ??

Hellooooo ???

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Thank you dear supporters for all the help you are offering the people of Gaza in this dire time. I am a father of four tender babies who are paying much of their childhood and innocence in this unfair war. Please do whatever you can to help me save my family till the war ends.

Despite the suffering and hardships of this fierce war , your support and assistance ease us and grant us power and patience. Your contribution keeps a whole family safe, that is why i am asking you to donate whatever you can of at least share my link so that other donors can know about my tragedy and pain.

🌟 Rule number 3 🌟 : Do not interact with me if you're looking for money or whatever material support you may seek. I have my own shits to deal with.

I will DEFINITLY NOT "donate whatever" I can. Fuck off bro. But I will definitly share your stupid fucking message to the internet, because I KNOW there are some people stupid enough to do what you want them to do.

[barlin8]

Kyle seems to me like the type of guy that comes to you and starts to flirt in the cringiest way possible.

Like, "Hey there baby doll, want a taste of that man ?" with an awfull smirk, grabbing your waist, before bursting out laughing as you physically cringe.

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Look at this man, and tell me that he wasn't mocked for writing poetry in college. I DARE YOU TO TELL ME.

And so

Johnny always had a thing for words. As a child already, he used to read the old books his grandmother stacked in her livingroom. Growing up, he discoverd poetry, and the appeal was immediate. He then tried to make his own, writing here and there the things that came into his mind, mostly nonsense, but sometimes he wrote poems of which he was sincerely proud.

In college, John was one of the popular guys, always surrounded by boys who wanted to look cool by hanging on around him, and by girls that hopped they could be, or at least pretend to be, his girlfriend. What he did, the others did the same.

Except for poetry.

It only took once, one day when Johnny wanted to show his friends a little bit of words he was proud of, for him to be laughed at by everyone.

Poetry is for girls only.

After that, he spent the rest of his schooling alone in his corner, scratching paper, but never with the craze he used to have. Poetry has become for him like a disease too deeply rooted to be able to get rid of.

Then he grew up.

Then he joined the army.

He never stopped writing, but for sure he never showed anyone what the result was. He had learned from his mistakes. He kept small notebooks with him, which he filled as time passed and which he threw to forget in a corner of his room as soon as they were filled.

Only for Price to find them.

Ashamed, Johnny stood petrified, his mind replaying the oh so old memories. The child he was lost all the respect his friends had for him because of those silly words, so what would the Captain think of the Sergeant he now was ?

Before Johnny can overthink any further, Price acknowledges his presence and, with a faint smile, pushes the book against Johnny's chest.

"Not bad. 'd like to see the rest."

His Captain leaves, and that's all it took for Johnny to dive into his refound passion.

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A few things :

1 - This account is a secondary account. There won't be much going on here.

2 - English is not my first langage. I tolerate constructive criticism of this fact, but definitly not unconstructive ones.

3 - Feedback such as comments and reblogs are always more appreciated than likes. Questions, even anonymous ones, are a form of feedback.

4 - Do not interact with me if you're looking for money or whatever material support you may seek. I have my own shits to deal with.

5 - I don't write for specific fandoms, nor do I write about specific subjects. I mostly write because uni sucks, work is boring, and my pathetic ass is too prideful to be emotional in front of my friends.

6 - I love rhinos more than you could imagine.

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Something something about Johnny having moments. Something something about Simon only beeing able to listen.

"I would've liked to be a poet."

It's not often that Johnny shares his deep thoughts with Simon.

"I think it's about beeing able to see, to percieve the true beauty of the world. To enjoy it."

Simon doesn't answer, he has nothing to say. He's not even sure to understand what his sergeant is talking about.

"If I'd been a poet, I wouldn't know what the world really looks like."

A sigh escapes him. How hard it must be to be a dreamer, when your career makes you see such horrible things.

"Do you think it really exists ? Beauty ?"

Oh Johnny, just look at you. How could I not believe in beauty when you're standing right in front of me?

A silence. Then another sigh.

"We should head back to base."

Oh poet's soul, your body only honors you, but what a pity for finding yourself in such an unsuitable life path.

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It was no surprise to Jonnhy, when Simon briefly mentioned being on medication as they started dating. His lieutenant never exuded mental stability.

It was no surprise to Jonnhy, when Simon was found phased in the middle of a room, or when he woke up sweating in the middle of the night. The side effects of a treatment are what they are.

It was no surprise to Jonnhy, that Simon didn't take his medication in front of him. It takes a long time to be trusted enough to witness such an act of vulnerability.

It was no surprise to Jonnhy either, that Simon was a secretive man about his health. It's something delicate, hard to abord in a conversation, and harder to answer when asked.

Even to a partner.

So Jonnhy didn't push it. He didn't want to seem intrusive, or to make Simon feel uncomfortable. He cared, of course he did, but he learned to be more of a silent supporter.

It was a surprise to Jonnhy, when Simon layed in the coffin in front of him, his throat still irritated from the rope's embrace.

Should he have pushed it more ? Should he have forced Simon to talk ? To open up about what was going on ?

Should he have been an active supporter ?

Should he have screamed his love louder ?

Should he have been more ?

It was a surprise to Simon, when Jonnhy showed up in the afterlife way before he should have.

So he cared ?