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WILLIAMS LEE character x Reader.

My idea is to take William's character as bisexual. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. sorry if there are mistakes, <3

Notes: I left it to there, I feel it can continue, if you feel the same let me know in the comments. Would you help me continue writing. ;)

Warnings: age ap but not much.

My only recommendation is that you can listen to this song while reading.⚘️

You are in a bar where each person has a special aura. There are groups of friends, there are lovers floating around, looking at each other between tables and then the marginalized ones who, despite wanting what is supposed to make you belong, can't even achieve it there, there is were you belong too.

You were a writer who had been lucky at the beginning, you wrote poetry all the time but you began to be interested in writing scripts, you tried to send some to certain production companies to make money and start making your name known, you dreamed of combining poetry and cinema. You had only one good opportunity but currently everything was going downhill, they rejected you, they called you corny, they rejected you fir being a woman, they wanted to modify important parts and the list goes on so you were very frustrated because you feared that your desires and dreams were running out as well as your saved money. Your last point of hope was Mexico where you had a friend couple, They invited you to stay as long as you need. Much of the day they are involved in their projects amd work so you started to make a habit of going to a bar a few blocks near his house to not really being a burden.

The bar was pleasant to look at although you saw raw things on more emotional levels, loneliness and anguish on faces filled with alcohol, but one night everything changed. It was a Thursday that for some reason you had been very inspired, writing for hours but without consuming alcohol, only coffee and soft things but the night arrived and you decided to go order a drink as a reward, when you approached the bar you felt an absolutely peripheral gaze intense and you had a kind of need to turn around and look at those eyes that were chasing you. You discovered the most charming and deep blue eyes like you had never seen before. This men was surprised that you turned with an honest look, not a grimace of disgust or seriousness like he usually received. He saw you and made a strange gesture that confused you a little but made you laugh, this exchange with this stranger made you smile but the bartender gave you the drink and brought you back to earth from the situation so you simply returned to your table, surrounded by books of poems and leaves.

You had your back to him where you were sitting, you had a view of the window, you liked that place because you can saw the night, the stars, this tiny part of the city, the houses with warm lights on inside, surely there were families you thought, that gave you a little comfort. But immersed in your world of writing someone surprises you, making you scared, but smile instantly when you notice who it was...

Williams: I'm sorry to scare you, I understand, I have a very particular face and even more so at this hour. He looks at his wrist with an imaginary watch.

Yn: It wasn't your face, I was very focused. You say kindly, observing his face now in more detail. He had quite admirable eyes but beyond the cliché of their color they had fire inside them in some way, they told a story as their wrinkles around their eyes traced a path, his hair quite soft and light, an impulse to run your hand through invaded you, you thought it sure looked like a fantasy in the summer, and a smile that surely had the last trace of innocence in that body, you sensed it.

Williams: With permission, i see you put together a kind of really interesting desk here.

He sat analyzing the names of the authors. For a moment you feared that he was a snob who would come to give you his opinion, you had experiences like that with men, but instead almost verbally he began to flatter your taste and ask you how you had obtained certain copies.

Yn: My grandmother who raised me worked in a bookstore and she basically gave me that as an education, now she is old and stopped working, one of my brothers maintains the store and from time to time he send things. You answered sincerely and a little intimidated by the strength of the attention this man gave you when he looked at you.

Williams: Wow, how interesting, I'm sure you have read a lot throughout your life.

Yn: Yes, honestly, but before asking you about your favorite authors, I would like to know your name.

Williams: My name is Williams Lee. I would like to know yours, beautiful lady.

Yn: *Smiling at that last added comment.* My name is yn.

Williams: Oh great name, I think I could write a poem based on it, give me a few days to recover from the amount of alcohol I ingested today.

You laughed at the confession although you found it bittersweet that he was there today and he's probably always watching time sink into addictions in places like this.

YN: I would like to hear it, does the version with a drink on and without a drink, change anything?

And by this point you two were already in a world immersed under a beautiful warm lamp with the contrast of the blue sea in the sky, it seemed to be meters away, there was something special about this man in front of you. So enigmatic, striking, hypnotizing, above all melancholy. You two talk a lot for a hours.

Williams: You know, I'm scared to do the non-alcoholic version, I'm afraid of what it might feel like. If half anesthetized I feel so much seeing you, it won't go away when I'm really at one hundred with myself.

Yn: You don't know how many times you blush, shaking your head while he laughs at your reaction. Hey I write poems too I can try, could be a great competition. You said with a more playful and lighter tone.

Williams: Done deal miss.

He gave you his hand. At that moment you felt strange, the softness of his palm impacted you, it gave you tenderness that neither of you two let go the other's hand, laughed about it when you two noticed it.

You two talked for a while, about books, some movies and ended up obviously talking about love.

Williams: if you like we can go outside to smoke, I'm sure there's more air than in here with these faces.

You understood what he meant, it was an hour where people's loneliness and sadness came out of their pores if you looked around you. you packed your things and left.

Outside you offered him your cigarettes and he gave you the fire to light it. He got too close to your face to help you light it on purpose, you blushed when, making a kind of tent so that the fire wouldn't go out due to the wind, he touched your face with his hands. Furthermore, his gaze so close to you penetrating made your heart race a little, you wanted to caress his face and take away all the weight of whatever was weighing on his head, which could be seen for miles.

Yn: Have you lived here long? Do you plan to settle here?

Williams: At some point I would like to leave and move on, continue living in other places. My relationship with this place is contradictory, it has given me a lot but I still resist certain things

Yn: I think we will never be as comfortable as we were in the innocent times when we lived in our native home. And not even that place sometimes welcomes us.

You say, looking far away, as if you were seeing the moments when you felt the feeling of family projected in the sky. You miss everything so much and at the same time you don't know what it is.

Williams looks at you this time without specific intentions, he looks at you, he looks at your eyes. He wants to hug you or touch your face but he fears that the extreme need that characterizes him so much will push you away and he seems like a weird stranger. You've known each other for hours but he never felt this connection before. However, something uncontrollable inside him gets the better of him and he runs the back of his hand tenderly over your cheek, he needed to be closer to you in some way or another. You closed your eyes and blew out the smoke of cigarette to turn around and end up facing him, showing that you felt the same need as him. And he continued with the same movement and something strangely impulsive, a very strange thing for you to be in “love” or with people you like because it really takes you a while to let you~ go. It seemed like Williams had uncovered something in you, a kind of suffocating desire, so at one point you held his hand through the up-and-down motion against your cheek and turned his hand over to kiss his palm. Kisses all over his palm, cautious but sweet.

Williams, for his part, felt out of breath, like when he takes drugs, even the times he had the most excess he never felt anything like that. Look at you dazed, feel you. And suddenly, in a nebula, everything around you ceased to exist, just the lights out of focus in the background and your perfume . You stopped kissing his hand and you two continued looking at each other intensely as if knew all the secrets about each other. You two began to get closer and now he held your face, giving you kisses around your cheeks, jaw, the sides of your mouth getting closer and closer, causing a sensation of indescribable heat and cold inside you, paralyzed but you wanted more, your eyes were closed it seemed like dreaming but you couldn't take it anymore so you took the initiative. You two melted into a kiss that denoted need and longing on both sides. He holds your face with a gentleness you didn't know he could have, and you twist the hair near his neck into a spiral. You feel like you haven't felt in a long time, you want more like a spirit took over your body. Your chest and his, increasingly closer, connect the beat of hearts in unison as if it were music. You lowered your hands gently down his neck and the kiss became more and more intense, you felt his tongue enter your mouth as if it were hunger and you moaned silently feeling like you coul die right there.

At one point you were running out of air and you broke away abruptly laughing.

Williams: I thought you were going to run away suddenly. You laughed at his comment and moved closer to him.

You two leaning against the wall under the night looking at each other, talking intimately in a bubble that isolated from the world. There was a little cool breeze so you didn't hold back and touched his hair, hair like wheat, he smiled, he lcoes that you do that. For his side he talked to you about the color of your lips and you eyes, babbling in a conversation just to continue sharing and flirting, having each other around to admire each other . He was so tall, big and wise, you sighed like when you were a teenager, felt like you had very rarely been listened and understood this way in your life. Immersed listening to you, he saw that you were in a position where you were just under the moon, so he remembered that his camera was in his bag and he surprised you by taking a photo.

Yn: You surprised me oh god. You two laughed together. You wished you had turned out well, you felt insecure for a moment.

Williams: you were just standing in a way that the moon was shining on you, it seemed absolutely necessary to capture the moment beyond that in my mind.

Yn: oh what a poet, I hope it turned out well.

Willlams: Don't get me started on how you look. You two peed at each other in silence with a smile after that, your heart felt like it was exploding.

Yn: I think it's getting late although I would love to see you again, I mean for the delivery of the poem and now I also want to take a photo of you to bec at hand"

Williams: Yes artist princess, of course there will be another meeting. You two laughed at the same time .

Williams: I can accompany you if you want, it's also kind of ugly to walk through the streets alone at this time of night...

Yn: Yes of course, I would also love to continue our very interesting talk about Greek authors.

Williams: Yes absolutely, I think the talk was interrupted by a slip, the best kiss someone gave me on my life, it doesn't matter.

You burst out laughing.

Yn: You will be my death.

To be continued…

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lvr1989 · 25 days ago

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Ethan Hawke asks, "Why does masculine energy so often manifest itself as idiocy? Why is male sensitivity so often linked with perceived weakness? How does one be, as Johnny Cash said; ‘a dove with claws?'"

Kris Kristofferson takes a long beat, then says, “Yeah, that used to piss Shel Silverstein off.”

“What did?” Ethan asks.

“That whole ‘dove with claws’ thing. He just thought, ‘What the hell is that?'”

“Why do you think Cash said it?”

“I think he was feeling the very thing that you’re talking about – that if people think you are against the war, that in some way you’re a pussy.”

“Your first recorded song was a pro-Vietnam War song, right?”

“Yeah, I wrote it when I was in the Army on my way to Nashville, and I came upon a protest march. I had a lot of friends over there; and I was thinking we were fighting for freedom. And I wasn’t thinking very deeply.”

“Why did you end up changing your mind about that war?”

“I was flying helicopters in the Gulf of Mexico on one of those offshore oil rigs, and I was talking to some guys coming home. The stories they were telling me were so horrible that I think it just shocked me enough to change my thinking 180 degrees. I’m talking about things like this young vet telling me about taking people up in a helicopter and interrogating them and if they didn’t say what they were supposed to, they’d throw them out, stomping on the fingers of the prisoner holding on to the skids, you know? The guy telling me this particular story was still just a green kid when he returned from the war. The notion that you could make a young person do something so inhuman to another soldier – or even worse, a civilian – convinced me that we were in the wrong. I hadn’t been thinking in human terms of what that military action was.” He pauses, stroking my dog. “I agree with you totally about all the conditioning that makes us want to feel masculine and tough. I mean, I’m sure that’s why I went to Ranger School and Jump School. And I’m proud of that Ranger tab – still am. But the notion of bombing a defenseless country that’s never threatened us and the fact we all accepted it and said, That’s politics!’ Damn. I’m not really interested in polities. We’ve come to a place that I never dreamed and I know my father never dreamed that America would get to.

"That’s why Shel didn’t like that ‘dove with claws’ thing,” Kris goes on.

“Johnny Cash should have just said he was a dove and proud of it?”

“Exactly. ‘Cause people would have accepted anything from John,” says Kris. “We knew he was a man. I don’t really think anybody would have called Johnny Cash a pussy. But John was conditioned, just like you and me. You really have to get past all of that — where you have enough feeling about what’s right and wrong in the world to not give a shit about what kind of names anybody throws at you.

[Source - Rolling Stone Magazine]

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