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sugarcoated-lame · 9 months

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Lost and Found | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Single Dad!Bradley x Reader

Part One of my Single dad!Bradley miniseries | part two | library blog

*all my works are 18+, minors DNI

Summary: When Bradley’s four-year old daughter goes missing during a trip to the mall, he doesn’t expect to find himself so taken with the pretty stranger who helps her find her way back to him.

WC: 3.6K

Warnings: I suck at titling my stories and summaries :), a bit of angst, mentions of pregnancy and abandonment, (briefly) missing child, mentions of anxiety/panic attack, but then so much fluff, Bradley’s kid being too cute for her own good, implied age gap, I feel like dilf Bradley needs his own warning

a/n: I wrote this months ago and I’m a bit nervous to share, but the response to the teaser was so amazing (thank you <3) and dilf Bradley lives in my head rent-free, so I’m excited about this one! Also the picture on the right just screams dad Bradley to me! Thank you for reading, as always I’d love to hear your feedback, so please leave a comment/reblog <3

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Bradley directs his gaze away from the rack of little girls’ clothes he’d been perusing, injecting enthusiasm into his voice as he holds up a hanger with a small, baby pink t-shirt dress hanging on it. “Hey, Bug. What do you think of this–?”

He cuts himself off before the end of his question when he realizes that he’s talking to no one. “Where did she…?”

He trails off, brows furrowed. Still holding up the child-sized dress that looks especially tiny next to his large frame, Bradley spins around, perplexed. She was just here.

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Bradley’s daughter, Caroline, who’d just recently turned four— and was growing up way too fast for his liking— was set to begin preschool next week. His little girl was growing right before his eyes and she needed a new wardrobe to accommodate that. So, Bradley had taken her to the mall to buy some new clothes for school. He didn’t know the first thing about little girls’ fashion, but he was sure he could manage.

He’d spent the last hour searching through clothing rack after clothing rack in the girl’s section of a department store, Caroline at his side, lips in a pout and shaking her little head ‘no’ at all of his choices, sandy brown curls bobbing along with her every movement. Bradley could tell the four-year old was getting bored, and he was becoming frustrated.

The buzzing of his phone with a text from Maverick granted him a brief reprieve from his predicament.

“One second, honey.” Bradley sighed, affectionately patting the top of his daughter’s head before looking toward his phone to answer some question Mav had about work.

He was happy for a moment’s distraction from getting ready to tear his hair out wondering if he was going to have to send his daughter to her first day of preschool wearing a trash bag because he didn’t know what the hell kind of clothes he’s supposed to buy for a picky four-year old girl.

Bradley had been a single parent for most of his daughter’s life. He and Caroline’s mother, Amber, had only been seeing each other for the better half of a year when they found out the news that they were expecting. And even then, their relationship was never really official.

The two met not long after the Uranium Mission, while Bradley was still on North Island taking some time to relax and awaiting another assignment. He’d gone to the little diner Amber was waitressing at, he thought she was cute and they’d hit it off straight away. Bradley got her number and the rest was history.

The Navy kept Bradley busy. He was always traveling for some assignment or deployments – sometimes gone for months at a time, so they only saw each other on the rare occasions he was in town.

They’d hang out and hook up, maybe go on a date here and there, a sort of friends-with-benefits situation. There was definitely a sense of care between Bradley and Amber, but the lack of time they were able to spend together meant it never went beyond that.

When they learned that Amber was pregnant, they both knew it wouldn’t be easy. But they thought that, together, they could make it work.

A few months after Caroline was born though, Amber admitted that she couldn’t handle things.

Bradley took to being a father so easily. From the moment their baby was born and she looked up at him with those big, honey brown eyes that matched his own, he knew that he’d do absolutely anything for her. Caroline instantly became his world.

Amber, on the other hand, really struggled. She loved her baby of course, but deep down she wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother. If she’d ever be.

She figured it was better if she’d gone while Caroline was still young enough that she wouldn’t remember her, and knew that their daughter would be just fine in Bradley’s loving hands. And just like that, she left the both of them.

Bradley resented Amber for a while, but in time he came to understand. Not everyone was meant to be a parent. Besides that, he knew that there was no time for resentment.

He was on his own with a four-month old baby and he needed to put all of his energy into taking care of her. So, he requested a more permanent position at Top Gun so that he could stay in one place to raise his daughter, and it’s been just the two of them ever since.

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Bradley couldn’t have been turned around for more than thirty seconds before he pocketed his phone and reached back out to grab the little pink dress off the rack to show his daughter. But, when he turned back, Caroline was nowhere to be seen.

Ok, don’t panic, Bradley tells himself. She can’t have gone far.

“Caroline?” He calls out calmly, eyes darting around the surrounding area as he spins to look in every direction.

When he doesn’t receive a response, Bradley puts down the dress he was holding and begins to walk among the sea of clothing racks, still calling out his daughter’s name.

He searches the entire girl’s section of the store without success and decides to broaden his search, his heart beginning to speed up in his chest. Ok, he’s starting to panic.

Bradley picks up his pace, maneuvering from one section of the store to another, asking the other customers and few employees that mill about if they’ve seen his daughter.

He knows he must look crazed, practically sprinting, his sneakers squeaking as he moves across the shiny floors as his repeated calls of Caroline’s name become increasingly more frantic — panting and on the verge of tears by the time he’s finished searching the entirety of the large department store to no avail.

Bradley stands frozen in the middle of the store, tears pricking his eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly on the brink of hyperventilating. He’s at a loss for what to do. His mind racing through all of the worst scenarios. What if she’s hurt? What if someone took her?

It’s his job to protect his little girl and make sure that she’s always safe, and he failed her. He’s all that Caroline has, and he feels like a failure of a father.

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You’re walking through the busy mall with a couple of bags in hand, all finished with your shopping and ready to head home when you see her.

A little girl — tiny really, she can’t be older than five — with curls a golden shade bordering between both blonde and brown, standing by the bottom of the escalator, alone.

Playing with her little fingers as she looks around the crowd aimlessly with unshed tears in her big, brown eyes. The scared look on her adorable little face breaks your heart, and you know you can’t leave without making sure she’s okay.

You approach her slowly, as if she were a frightened animal that might bolt at any moment, speaking softly so as not to scare her any further. “Hey, honey. Are you alright?”

The look she gives you is a shy one, eyes widening before she looks down at her light-up sneakers and shakes her head.

You can tell the little girl is apprehensive about talking to a stranger — smart.

Kneeling down to be at her eye-level before speaking again, and setting your shopping bags down at your sides, you tell her your name and ask for hers.

“I’m Caroline.” Her voice is sweet and shy, a near-whisper as she chances a glance up at you, eyes still shining with tears when she lifts her head.

“Are you here alone, Caroline? Are you with your mommy and daddy?” You ask her gently.

She shakes her head again, curls swaying along with the motion. “I was with my daddy, but I lost him.”

The adorable pout on her lips might’ve made you smile, if it weren’t for the tears that follow, finally spilling from her eyes and trailing down onto her rosy cheeks.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I can help you find him!” You soothe as your thumb moves to brush her tears away. “Where did you last see him?”

Caroline sniffles and thinks for a moment before speaking, a little bit louder this time.

“We were buying me clothes for preschool in one of the big stores, and my daddy had to answer the phone so I was looking all by myself. And then I got lost and I couldn’t find him.”

You continue to wipe at Caroline’s tears as she talks in that rambling sort of way that all little kids do.

“Preschool, wow. That sounds fun!” You try to take her mind off of the scary situation for a second and she nods excitedly at that, still sniffling. “What’s your daddy’s name?”

Her tears finally begin to slow as she talks about her dad.

“His name’s Bradley, but everybody calls him Rooster! He flies planes!” Caroline explains excitedly.

You can’t help but chuckle as you tell her that her dad has a funny nickname, and that his job sounds fun. You’re happy to see Caroline give you a small smile back.

“Do you remember what store you and your daddy were shopping in?”

She has to think for a long moment, the most adorable, pensive pout you’ve ever seen on her face as she tries to remember.

She doesn’t know the name of the store, but she is able to describe it for you, and you’re able to make a distinction from there.

Standing back to your full height, you readjust your bags on one arm and extend your free hand out towards Caroline, offering her a reassuring smile.

“I know exactly where that is! Ready to go find him?” Caroline grins as she takes your hand with an excited nod, tears no longer visible in her big brown eyes.

The two of you walk on in search of her dad — Bradley, and Caroline talks your ear off the whole way. She is absolutely adorable, telling you more about herself and asking you questions about yourself too, and you find yourself falling more in love with her sweet disposition by the minute.

Within five minutes, you make it to the store that Caroline had been in last, hopeful to reunite her with her father who you figure must be worried sick.

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Bradley isn’t quite sure how long he’s been scouring the massive department store looking for his four-year old daughter— though it feels like forever, time seeming to move in slow motion— on the brink of a panic attack and just about ready to phone the police when he hears a familiar high-pitched shriek of, “DADDY!”

He turns around at lightning speed — and practically gives himself whiplash — to see Caroline approaching him, holding a woman’s hand.

When she lets go and bounds right towards him, Bradley lets out a massive sigh of relief. Kneeling down to catch his little girl in his arms, he feels like he might cry all over again, overcome with a flurry of emotions now that his daughter is safe in his embrace once again.

“Caroline, baby, you scared me half to death!” Bradley can’t keep the emotion out of his voice as he lifts his daughter into his arms and stands back up to his full height, lying his head atop of hers and squeezing her tight. “You can’t just wander off like that, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

He tries his best not to sound angry — she is only four after all, and he’s just thankful that she’s okay. Caroline’s arms wrap around his neck as he holds her tight, her face burrowing into the crook of Bradley’s neck.

“Daddy, I’m fine!” She insists. “And I made a new friend!”

It’s only then that Bradley looks up at the woman who had reunited him with his little girl, standing a few feet away and watching them with a sweet smile.

Oh. It’s only then that he realizes, you are beautiful.

Bradley’s honestly convinced you might be an angel. Pretty, bright eyes and a glowing sweet smile that nearly takes his breath away. And, you’d been kind enough to help his daughter safely find her way back to him.

Bradley just stares for a moment, lips parted and still holding Caroline in his arms, and he hopes that you’ll chalk it up to the overwhelming nature of the situation.

“Uh– thank you so much for bringing Caroline back to me. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” He rushes out, hand cradling the back of his baby’s hair. “I-I’m…” Fuck, why is he so nervous all of a sudden?

“…Bradley,” You finish for him. “Or, Rooster. Right?”

His brows furrow, a pensive look on his very handsome face, a look that you realize matches the one you had seen on his daughter’s face earlier. Cute.

“How did you-” He begins to question how you know his name — and call-sign — but is promptly cut off by his four-year old practically screaming in his ear.

“I told her, Daddy!” Caroline exclaims proudly.

For a man called ‘Rooster’, you sure were not expecting Caroline’s dad to be this good looking. But, fuck, is he hot.

Though he’s clearly got a few years on you, Bradley’s all tall and sun-kissed, tan skin. Broad shoulders and big, muscular arms on display in his fitted black t-shirt while he holds up his little girl, sandy curls a shade or two darker than hers. Whiskey-colored eyes that match his daughter’s, that you can only describe as puppy dog eyes.

His deep, husky voice that sends tingles down your spine and beautifully shaped pink lips framed by a mustache that you’re surprised you find so attractive.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help.” You hope that he can’t see the flush you can feel blooming on your cheeks as you speak. “And, Caroline was great company!”

You wink at the little girl who giggles against his shoulder, and when Bradley smiles at you graciously, you can’t help but smile back. God, his smile is pretty.

Up in his arms, Caroline gets distracted playing with her dad's curls. There are a few moments of silence between you, though not uncomfortable, before Bradley speaks up again.

“Well, thank you again. I–uh,” Bradley clears his throat.

“I guess we should let you go. We’ve gotta find some clothes for this little troublemaker, otherwise she’ll have to go to school wearing a garbage bag.” Bradley jokes in a playful tone, bouncing his daughter around in his arms as she giggles, and you can’t help but laugh too at the infectious sound.

“Daddy, wait!” Caroline shouts out before you can answer him.

“What is it, little bug?” Bradley murmurs as he strokes a hand lovingly over her curls. Caroline turns in his hold, directing her next question toward you.

“Can you come with us?” Oh, her puppy dog eyes are even cuter than Bradley’s, and you imagine he probably has a hard time ever saying no to her. “Daddy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to girl clothes.”

You can’t contain the giggle that escapes your lips as Caroline dramatically rolls her eyes and Bradley lets out an offended huff, the two of them staring at each other with matching, petulant pouts. Adorable.

“That is not true!” Bradley practically shrieks at his daughter and it only makes you laugh more.

“And, honey, she probably doesn’t want–” Bradley begins to protest before you interject.

“I’d love to.” You chime in with a coy grin and Bradley looks back at you, bewildered.

Sure, you figure he probably has a beautiful wife waiting for him at home, but what’s the harm in spending just a little more time with a handsome pilot and his adorable daughter? So far, you’re having a lot of fun.

Bradley’s brows furrow skeptically. “Are you…sure?”

You purse your lips, staring up toward the ceiling for a moment as if you really need to think about it before you grin and offer him a one-shouldered shrug. “Yeah, I’ve got nowhere to be.”

You hope you don’t seem too eager, but the matching smiles you receive from both Bradley and Caroline tell you they don’t mind.

Bradley’s honestly a bit shocked that you— a pretty, young, complete stranger, want to stick around to hang out with him and his kid, but he isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So, once you assure him again that you’re happy to stay, he sets Caroline back on her feet and offers — more like insists — that he holds your shopping bags, and the three of you set off to peruse the oh-so daunting girl’s clothing section of the store once again.

Bradley watches in awe as Caroline grabs your hand, tugging you along as you help her pick out some articles of clothing.

The two of you chatter the whole time, bringing him into the conversations too, holding up articles of clothing and asking what he thinks, and Bradley is delighted to see how good you are with his daughter.

“This would look pretty on you!” Caroline holds out a little girl’s purple sweater dress in your direction. “Wouldn’t it, Daddy?”

You’re biting back a grin as Bradley looks to you and then back to his daughter and chuckles.

“I don’t think it comes in her size, Bug.” Bradley’s gaze returns to you, mirth in his eyes when he continues, “But yeah, it would look very pretty.”

You know he can see the obvious flush to your cheeks this time as his lips pull up into a smirk.

Shaking your head, you look back down to Caroline with a grin. “I think it’d look even prettier on your dad.” That pulls a giggle out of both of them.

Things go on like that as the three of you continue to shop, Bradley admiring how sweet and funny you are, how patient you are with his daughter.

The two of you discreetly sharing amused looks at some of the obscure things Caroline says that could only come out of a little kid’s mouth, banter coming easily between the three of you.

After a short while, Caroline has an array of new outfits for school— and a new stuffed animal after some begging and very convincing puppy dog eyes from his four-year old while you stood by and tried not to giggle, and Bradley knows that he wants to get to know you more.

He hasn’t done much in the way of dating since becoming a single father. Aside from the simple lack of time, Bradley’s always been afraid that most women won’t want to stick around when they find out he has a kid.

That they might not get along with his daughter or worse, be upset when they realize that Caroline will always be his number one priority.

Too scared to let his daughter get attached to someone only for them to leave, Caroline is his world and he’s been content with that.

But now, after seeing the way you are with his little girl — and in such a short time, he can’t help but think that he already likes you being a part of it.

With the clothing shopping done, the sun is setting by the time you're all ready leave the mall. Bradley and Caroline walk you out to your car, and both are reluctant to say goodbye to you just yet. You can't say you’re too happy to part with them either.

As he helps you put your bags in the trunk of your car, Bradley knows he needs to take his shot now — or as Hangman likes to tell him, he needs to get off his perch.

“Hey, could I possibly get your number?” Bradley asks, trying to sound as confident as his voice can possibly muster. “I’d love to see you again.”

Caroline pipes up from next to you, jumping up and down while she still holds your hand. “Me too!”

Is he asking you out? The breathless laugh you let out is one of shock, and you’re sure the look on your face matches as you glance between the adorable father-daughter duo.

You’re also sure that you’re blushing again.

For a moment, you can only stand frozen, lips parted, and when you realize you’ve yet to answer his question, you promptly close your mouth and attempt to school your features, quickly nodding your head.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You tell him shyly, and Bradley can’t help but smirk at the color that’s begun to paint your cheeks.

He hands over his phone and tries not to smile too hard as you type in your number, glancing up at him and biting back your own grin while you send yourself a text so that you’d have his too.

You kneel down to squeeze Caroline into a hug, the little girl happily wrapping her arms around your neck. You leave her with a promise that you’ll see them again soon, though the way you look up at her father over her shoulder lets Bradley know that that promise is directed at the both of them.

When you stand, Bradley gazes at you with a thoughtful smile before bringing you into a hug too.

“Have a good night, sweetheart.” The deep rumble of his voice so close to your ear, as well as the heat of his touch, leave your body feeling warm all over. That warmth never fading even as you watch Bradley and Caroline cross the parking lot, hand-in-hand, to get to their car.

Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing him again soon.

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dancingrain9625 · 1 year

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Not the creator. Just a friend

Inspired by nychta-luxury so check em out

GN Reader

Creator will be referred to as S/O though you are not dating them.

Pt 2 baby!!

Yandere warning!

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When you played Genshin on earth you never had the best luck with Banners. Only ever rolling a few of the many 5 stars in the game. Still, there was always a special joy you had when you rolled those characters for the first time. Many people would say "They finally came home!" Once they've finally gotten the character they wanted.

But you never thought of it like that. These characters you wished for already had homes. Homes they would be leaving to join you. To fight for you.

It was never "They've finally come home!!"

For you... It was always...

"Thank you. For answering my call. And fighting by my side."

The very first to answer your call.

Was Venti.

You waved goodbye to the Bard as you ran back the way you came. Only to stop as soon as you reached the entrance of Mondstat. Get to Inazuma! Easier said than done. As of right now, you were completely broke. So even if you could get to Liyue you’d have no way of paying for transport to get from there to Inazuma.

Biting your nails, you stood and thought of a way to get to Inazuma. A way that didn’t include swimming across an ocean. The only way that came to mind would be to travel to Liyue and pay the Crux or some other crew take you there by boat.

This however brought up another problem. You didn’t have any money. Not a single mora to your name. Forget getting to Inazuma, you’d be screwed if you had no way to pay for food.

“Oh? You’re still here?” You were snapped out of your thoughts and turned to face Venti once more. “I thought you’d be halfway to Liyue by now with how you were running.” He joked as he sent a playful wink.

You could only laugh in slight embarrassment yet the perfect cover story came to mind. “Haha… yeah, about that… I was so excited to meet the creator that I spent all my money just trying to get here. There’s no way I can get home now, much less get to Inazuma.”

“I see…” Venti placed a hand on his chin as he racked his brain for an idea. “Well… if you want to meet the creator, then I’d suggest you go…” Venti stops for a moment in contemplation, his eyes grow dull for a moment as he simply stares into your own. The silence is deafening as you feel the wind stop for a moment.

"...Get a job! I know the perfect place!" Venti says suddenly, the surroundings and himself going back to normal as he speaks. Grabbing you by the hand Venti began to drag you somewhere, with a smile appearing on his face as you run alongside him. You were taken by surprise. While that was a pretty normal answer you had to keep in mind that this was Venti you were talking to.

Not like you could act like he said something strange anyway. For all, he knew you just met. So giving Venti a reason to look into you would be a death sentence if you suspected he was as devoted to his "Creator" as you thought he was.

"Right but... If their Grace was already here, wouldn't it be better to find a job in Liyue in case they visit that nation next?" You ask. Venti turns to you and you see the dull look in his eyes return for but a moment, quickly being replaced with his earlier glee. "Nope!" He replied as he stuck out his tongue. Trying to emphasize what a bad idea that was.

Why was he acting like this? This wasn't right! You weren't even the creator!

Those were the words that went through your head...

And Ventis. He had just met you! So why did you make him feel this way?! Holding your hand in his own made him feel like his heart would jump out of his chest. Was it right for him to just drag you along behind him?

Venti's thoughts drifted back to the creator. How he often felt in their presence. The emptiness Venti felt as he and many others worshipped them with such vigor. It never felt right!

When Mondstat had done a festival to wish their creator farewell Venti spent the majority of his time in Angel's share. Drinking away without a care. Not like the creator minded. The creator only ever seemed to call Venti when they needed something and shooed him away once he was done.

But right now. All Venti wanted to do was keep holding your hand. It felt familiar. It felt warm. It felt... right.

When you asked if it would have been better to leave. To go to Liyue. Venti never felt so... upset. What did Liyue have that Mondstat didn't? Surely this place is better than that restricting nation with all its contracts! Surely you'd be happier here! Right!

He hasn't even had the chance to ask you your name! When Venti had said earlier that he knew the perfect place for you to work. He lied. He just didn't want you to leave. He too had come up with the idea for you to leave to Liyue.

He'd never hated an idea he'd come up with so much.

So now Venti was dragging you about. No destination in mind. So he did the only thing he could think to do in this situation.

"My name is Venti! You're gonna love Mondstat!"

He told you his name.

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husbandohunter · 7 months

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hello!! this is my first time requesting something ever so if i did something wrong im so sorry 😭

but i’d really like to request something with xiao where reader really wants to go to the festival with him but obviously he can’t/doesn’t want to so he rejects them :’) and reader ends up not going and just watches the fireworks alone from afar untilllll xiao comes and sits next to them and it’s just the two of them enjoying each other’s company 🙊🙊 and maybe like an angst to fluff/comfort typa moment

idk idk AHH if u aren’t comfy writing that it’s all good! this scenario just been stuck in my head for a while.

The Lights Bring me to my Qixin [Xiao x Reader]

Synopsis: He was hard to love, you were easy to love

Genre: angst/comfort, gender neutral reader, You fell first but Xiao fell harder and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!

(A/n): tldr; Xiao needs to love himself 😤 also I'm so sorry it took this long anon. And you didn't do anything wrong! Thank you for sucha cute prompt :)

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Xiao materializes himself on a bridge, a gust of wind fading beneath his feet. He doesn't move for a certain time, standing still as if he had no presence and just stares quietly. Only the moon was present tonight. No stars. A lone glow emitted right above where he remained and briefly he imagined, there was something melancholic about it. How the scenery made the lights in Liyue Harbor more apparent.

You would have loved to see this.

The adeptus recoils immediately and shakes away from those impending thoughts. No, he musn't dwell too much. He already made his decision. When you asked him to spend the lantern rite together, a voice inside his head acted before he even realized.

"No."

That was what he told you. It came out far more blunt than intended, followed by the poor choice of teleporting away. The pain on your face was something Xiao didn't want to think about. Because to him, you were like the city he gazed upon. Best admired from a distance. What affected the adeptus at the cost of what he wanted didn't matter.

His heart tightens. It's better this way.

"Why hello there! Care to join me for a drink this fine evening?"

Xiao spun around and saw Venti crouched on the handle while holding out a ceramic cup. Was he there the whole time or had his senses been dulled? It was hard to tell coming from an Archon.

Normally, he would refuse just as he would with anybody. But a part of him wanted to. Part of him wanted something that would help him take off his mind from those bothering emotions.

The two anemo users share a glass of rice wine pudding under the sky. Venti downs his fourth drink and Xiao glances at the watery reflection held by the glossy rim.

"If I recall, festivals are meant to be celebrated with wine and laughter. Maybe more of the former but it can't be complete without the other!" The bard cheers, his voice echoing around them, "Is the taste not to your liking?"

Xiao frowns, "No."

"No? Hmmm," Venti hums and taps his chin, "That's a shame. You were the second person who told me that."

As if he waited for Xiao to ask him who exactly, Venti proceeded to answer anyways, "As a travelling bard, I like to spread tales of heroic stories far and wide. Just so happened I landed a spot at the Teahouse yesterday. This good fellow sat in a corner, not even reacting to a single word I spoke, hmph!"

The teahouse? Wasn't that the place you always told him about? Repeating exaggerated stories about the mighty Yakshas who fought beside Rex Lapis during the Archon war?

"Ridiculous. Adepti cannot transform to anything but what they're already given. Mortal imagination are incomprehensible these days."

"Though you gotta admit, Bosacious with a serpent guardian sounds pretty cool...hold on, are you...laughing?"

"...Ridiculous."

"Did they say anything in particular?"

"Let me think, aha!" The bard snaps his fingers and looks upwards, "They said my interpretation of the story brought back good memories. That it reminded them of someone, which, they didn't tell me the name. But poor thing looked as if they were about to cry."

"...I see," he downs the drink in one gulp.

"Not even curious about who this mysterious person may be?" Venti insisted.

The adeptus huffs quietly and turns his head, "I have no recollection of such events. I must have mistakened them for someone else."

That's right. Whether you were happy or sad doesn't affect him in any way. Xiao knew where he stood. Karmic debt was a heavy burden to bear, it could be contagious and destructive if he wasn't too careful. Although you didn't like whenever he mentioned this, he truly believed that soon the curse will consume him completely. The yaksha's sole duty exists primarily for Liyue and to serve Rex Lapis whenever needed. Everything else becomes insignificant.

It's better this way. Xiao tells himself again. Mortal desires have no substance to him and neither does his own. I really don't care.

Settling down the glass, the adeptus walks toward the opposite direction, his back facing Venti away from the Harbor they watched.

"Leaving just when the celebration started? Someone's in a hurry," Venti chirped.

Xiao looks with downcasted eyes, stopping right at the edge. The trees rustle and a soft breeze picks up, brushing against his skin. It was colder now.

"Sorry," he breathes out, "Tonight, I just want to rest."

•••

You headed home through your usual route, sword in hand, except now there were no monsters to be dealt with.

How strange. Surely the landlord didn't suddenly commission members from the adventurer's guild, at least not regularly. It had been reoccuring for the past couple of days. Hilichurl masks sprawl across the field and whoever left this mess surely wasn't the type to play gently. Judging by how it looks, they were probably an aggressive fighter. A very powerful and aggressive fighter.

"Totally not complaining, though..." you mumbled, still perplex. It would be nice to know who did all this.

...

Xiao pierces the eye of a ruin guard and grunts as he retrieved his spear forcefully.

Just how many lives does he need to keep taking until he can finally rest? The question occasionally pops into his mind. Though seeing that he was fighting another day is proof enough. These hands were meant for war and destruction. Whatever comes near him, whatever he touches, would wither like a Qixin affected by poison.

When Rex Lapis appointed him, the adeptus said to be treated at his disposal. Xiao was a tool for battle. An extension of his blade and a mind equivalent to the vigor of any weapon. If he was ordered to throw his life away by facing the gods of Celestia, then there would be no hesitation.

But really, Xiao was more of a shield than a blade. He took every blow without complaining and did so for many years. Even if his achievements resulted in no glory, Xiao would remain in the shadows, exactly where he belongs. Just as you would one day come to hate him for hurting you that day, despise him for his silence, and see him as untrustworthy, Xiao would never leave his post. Because...that was his duty. The guardian yaksha.

Yes he'd rather had you hate him. Yes, he distanced himself without explanation and left things unsaid in more instances than one. Yes, it was better this way.

What am I even doing?

Regardless, in this year's lantern rite, he wanted you to enjoy the festival as you did the last. It was the least he could do. Xiao thought by eliminating the monsters that crowded your path would somehow alleviate the trouble he had caused. So he tosses blow after blow, harder than the last, trying to eradicate that pain and these unecessary emotions.

And right before the final strike, he stops. Within the adeptus a Qixin flower sprouted alone amongst the depths of his withered heart. Something that had already been planted during last year's lantern rite. Xiao made his decision. But he hesitated, unable to gather the strength and remove the thorn that bothered him incessantly.

"Adeptus Xiao."

The yaksha's breath races. Your voice. Thankfully he didn't sense any danger and concluded you made your way home safely. Did you eat yet? What were you doing out this late? Xiao waits and listens, once more, watching from a distance.

"Nevermind. I just missed saying your name, that's all."

The hard line of his mouth opens halfway as he tried not to make a single sound. He camaflouges himself among the trees, your back in his view while you hugged your knees close. Xiao leans against the bark, a shadow casting over his features.

He really shouldn't be here. An adeptus has no right to traverse into the realm he does not belong in. Xiao knows better than anyone exactly how the events will turn out between god and humanity. Like dark and light, made to balance the other, but too close would result in one's destruction, and the thought of that terrifies him to the core.

"I wonder if I said something wrong back then," you softly said, "He always did how much of a nag I could be. What if he...was fed up with everything I did...?"

Xiao caught his breath on hold, almost saying something he shouldn't. That's not true! Those words are clawing on his throat. You have no idea how hard it was for him to reject you over and over again. He pushed you away because he was afraid he would hurt you in more ways than one. Do you realize these feelings have been torturing him? Seeing you hurt, on the verge of tears, why can't you just understand that all he wanted was for you to be happy?

"I'm sorry. I had no idea that my actions affected you so much."

Yes. Yes they have, and he was forever grateful for it.

"Are you...happier though? If you're out there."

Silence passes through between the mortal and yaksha, accompanied by the chilly touch of a sky's breathly sigh. Bright rays thinned across the plains built upon Wuwang hills as the sun sets and around your small form. A golden reflection mirrored in the adpetus' eyes.

He could never.

You hear a thump and the sound of leaves falling down as Xiao unmounted himself from the branches. Seeing him was like a dream, you hardly believed it was real. The man wore an unreadable expression, often carrying the hard edge in every part of his features. However perhaps it was the sunset which hindered your perception. There was something different this time, something you haven't seen before and you were oblivious to.

"You called?"

Even until now the shock hasn't left you completely and you struggled on what to do next, "I did, but," still seated where you were previously, you dared not to blink, "Why are you here?"

Xiao casted his gaze to the side as if unable to look at you any longer, "I should be asking you that question. Didn't you want to see the lantern rite?"

What a silly statement. Of course you wanted to watch the lanterns, and most of all, with him by your side.

You stood up and dusted the grass of your sides, "It's not the same without you, Xiao."

"They're just lights," he dismisses.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, there really are just a bunch of floating lanterns," you shrugged your shoulders, "But not for me. When my siblings passed away, I thought nothing would ever be the same again. We used to make lanterns every year. I didn't have the courage to do them on my own because I just thought there was no point."

For the first time in a while, Xiao stays instead of leaving, "Is that so?"

The adeptus has observed the changes Liyue had gone through. If there is one thing in this world which can carve the core of every human, it was loss. He has known many who were victims to it or were the cause of each grief. An emotion that can warp a man, to something more darker, more distant.

"I was right. Things won't be the same," you parroted, yet grinning from ear to ear, "When we watched the festival with you last year, I realized just because you've lost something good doesn't necissarily mean you won't find it again."

"Don't ever change," his gaze on you was softer now.

"I didn't but you did," stomping up to him, you puffed out your cheeks with an angry look, "What has gotten into you? If I did something to upsetting, don't just get up and leave me hanging! Here I thought I made you so angry which caused you to he in a bad mood around everyone else."

"I-- I apologize..." Xiao nears himself to you, little by little, he examines your countenance, "It wasn't my intention."

"I was worried, you know?"

Although you were showing signs of relief, you continued to bring forth your hands and wipe away the tears building up at the corner of your eyes. What an emotional creature. His Qixin. While you slowly recovered, Xiao waits patiently, with every passing moment filling his withered heart. And then things became clear to him.

It was impossible for the adeptus to severe his bond with this human.

"You can be such a fool sometimes," you meekly stated, sniffling from the cold, "The worry you cause others. Always putting up a mask when you obviously don't want to."

"I know."

"And going off on your own without considering how they feel."

"I know."

He wasn't going to argue against your words and admittedly, well deserved. You let out a breath and the two of you stayed there in comfortable nothingness. No exchanges but the gap mended itself somehow. Xiao hadn't moved all that much even when you were in arm's reach. This man was always so careful and you knew he wouldn't hurt anyone out of his own selflessness.

You took a hold of both his hands and brought them to your face.

"What are you doing?" Xiao retorts, desperately, "You can't touch me."

The nudge indicates that he wanted to pull away, but when you squeezed them a little tighter, his tugs have grown weaker.

"You're saying they do nothing but kill and destroy," whispering, you closed your eyes and reveled in his warmth, "They're rough from years of use but so soft. I can't help think about those horrible things you said about yourself, weren't true at all."

Xiao feels as if he was being washed away in a current he couldn't control. It brings him from his own sense, watching you fondly speak of him with words he didn't think was very fitting. Not a single drop of urge from the adeptus wanted to remove your touch. Like water to the Qixin growing in his heart, a healing balm to his tattered soul, he revels in it.

"Stay with me," you whispered.

How could he refuse?

In the sky, a thousand lanterns lit up among the stars. Xiao wonders to himself, if it would be selfish for an adeptus to dwell in human feelings. The battles he fought over a milennia was enough to make him solidify his identity as a warrior. Yet the new emotions he have come across, Xiao doesn't know when he will ever have the courage to give it a name.

Time. He has plenty.

Whatever the future may bring, Xiao will accept it as long as he can see you flourish into the beautiful Qixin he'd come to cherish.

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If I had the love I needed Pt 2 (Final Part)

Will (Salad Days) X (Friend Reader)

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"Then why can't you sleep?" He asks his voice teasing.

Your eyes go wide as you slightly shift, but say nothing.

He takes his hand off your stomach and places it on your jaw, turning your face towards his.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" He rubs his nose against your cheek, and your heart rate speeds up.

"You're just like me," he whispers into your ear, and you look at him with confusion.

"Unwanted, unloved, forgettable." he nuzzles his nose into your jaw and slowly drags it down your neck.

You swallow as you feel tears start to form in your eyes. He grabs you by your side and turns you so you are flat on your back.

"Don't cry" he runs his finger gently against your cheek.

" I want you," he nuzzles your cheek. "I'll love you," he nibbles on your jaw line. "I'll always remember you." he brings his hand back up to your chin and turns your head so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

"The world ignores people like us." he gently pushes up your jumper and rubs your bare stomach as he pushes his nose to the shell of your ear. "But I see you."

You let out a breathy sigh. "W-what about Leah?" He freezes his movements for a moment

"What about her?" His voice sounds a bit more tense, but the hand he had down on your stomach did not stop its exploration down the side of your body gently gripping as it travels.

"I t-thought you were in -" he cuts you off

"Confused is what i was." his hand travels down to the side of your hip gently gripping at the flesh there.

"Known her a long time. Got a bit confused, is all. " he puts his leg over yours while running his nose along the side of your cheek.

"But she doesn't understand..... not like you do"

You take a deep breath in, every move he makes against your skin, sending electric currents through your veins.

"Don't you feel it? The connection between us?" He pushes himself up against your side "I felt it right away. You're supposed to be mine"

You're weary of how quickly this is escalating, but you can't deny you feel drawn to him. It's like a month to a flame. Like a magnet sliding until the two of you snap together perfectly in place.

You cup his cheek and look into his eyes. His eyes are beautiful, a bright blue swirling with lust, pain, adoration, and just a bit of fear.

You lean forward and gently kiss his lips. He responds with a hunger, grabbing the sides of your face and pressing his lips harshly against yours. You separate as he looks down at you, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I want you," he says in a deep, husky voice. It's clear he understands the power such a simple statement holds for a person like you. Someone rejected all their life. He understands how badly you need to hear that you are wanted because he needs to hear it to.

You reach up and gently stroke his cheek with your fingertip. "I want you too"

"Yeah?" He smiles, showing just a little bit of teeth.

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face back to yours and begin to kiss him more passionately, your tounges swirling around each other in a show of appreciation and lust.

He moves off of you momentarily and reaches into his bedside drawer. He shuffles around for a minute before he pulls out a condom and slides it under the pillow beneath your head.

He leans over you again and gently nips at the tip of your ear before whispering, "I'm going to make you mine"

Your face flushes red as heat pools in your belly. He moves over you, separating your legs with his knee and settling himself between them.

He slides his arms underneath your shoulders, pulling your body up tight against his as he nuzzles into your neck.

"You're so special," he mumbles into the crook of your neck. You feel warmth travel through your entire being at his praise.

He presses himself hard against your core. The feeling of his hardened cock inside his joggers driving you mad with want.

He starts to move himself against you, breathing heavily, his breath on your neck making you shiver.

He slides an arm out from under you and grabs your thigh, pulling your leg up and rutting against you harder.

"So fuckin pretty" he groans.

"So sweet," he exhales unsteadily, sliding his other hand under your bum and pressing you tighter to him.

He ruts against you again and decends upon your mouth, kissing you sweetly and nibbling your bottom lip.

"And all mine," he pulls back and starts to slide your panties down your legs until he gets them off and returns to his previous position.

He brings a hand to your heat, gently gathering some of the moisture there, and bringing it up to your pearl while he starts rub you in slow circles.

You close your eyes and moan quietly.

"Look at me," he demands. "I want to see your eyes"

You open your eyes and look directly at him, and he speeds up his movements and the pressure against your pearl.

You pant as you and Will maintain eye contact as you hurtle closer and closer to your climax.

He watches you, jaw slack as you pant, face slightly contorted in pleasure.

"Oh god," you whine as you sit on the edge of your pleasure.

"That's it. Cmon. Give it to me, " he growls as he nips at your chin.

You release two broken moans as you are rocked by your climax, clamping your legs around his body.

He continues to rub you gently as you ride out your high until he has you twitching with overstimulation at his touch.

He chuckles as he removes his hand "that was bloody beautiful"

You are still breathing heavily as he nips and kisses along your jaw line.

He pulls his joggers and boxers down and off as he keeps his eyes glued to your face as you are coming down from your high.

He reaches under the pillow and grabs the condom he had placed there earlier and gets it on quickly.

He lays back down on top of you. He kisses and lightly bites your cheek.

"You're perfect." He breathes deep as he begins to press into you "so fuckin perfect" he says through gritted teeth.

He buries himself to the hilt and stops

" You ok?" He looks down at you, pushing some loose hairs from your face.

You reach up and curl your fingers in some of the hair at the base of his head. "Yeah, I'm perfect"

He smiles, and he kisses you gently and starts moving in and out of you slowly as if savoring every inch of your body surrounding his.

"Yeah, ya are." he slightly increases his pace as he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg.

He places his other hand on your stomach as he continues to thrust against you.

You pant in short bursts.

"You're mine now," he growls and tightens his grip on your thigh. You nod and whimper.

"Say it," he demands and stares directly into your eyes as he continues his movements, slamming his hips harder against you.

"Yours, oh god, I'm yours" you say between pants and whimpers

He starts to rub your pearl again while he fucks into you quickly.

"That's right, mine," he grunts and closes his eyes and leans his head back.

You quickly approach your peak a second time.

"Cmon, beautiful one more for me." he grips your thigh so tight you can feel his nails slightly digging into the skin. His movements becoming uneven and sloppy

You grip his arm and dig in with your nails as your entire body shudders with pleasure the tips of your toes curling and a tingling sensation traveling up your legs.

"Fuck yes" he grabs both sides of your hips as he drills into you chasing his own pleasure as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. You revel in the way his face is red, jaw slack with beads of sweat dripping by the end of his eyebrow.

He slams his hips into you once, twice, three more times before he comes undone with a gasp and stills as he grips your hips so tightly you know you will have marks there tomorrow.

After he comes down a bit, he chuckles. "Yeah," he runs his finger from the top of your nose down to your lips, pulling down your bottom lip. "You are definitely mine"

And he absolutely meant it. After that night, the two of you are almost inseparable. You're his girl, and he makes sure that everyone knows it.

When you're together, he is always touching you in some way. Arm around your shoulders, holding your hand or even pulling you down to sit in his lap. The two of you hardly go anywhere without each other except for when Will, Tom, and Matt are out doing God knows what. On one such occasion, you find yourself in the company of Leah, something that has become more and more rare the more time you spend with Will.

"I'm not saying he isn't good for you..... I'm just concerned the two of you seem a bit..... I don't know how to explain it... but it just doesn't seem healthy. " Leah attempts to explain her concerns gently, knowing how close you and Will have become.

You shoot her a sideways glance, trying not to let your annoyance show on your face. "This is probably the best relationship I've ever had. It is healthy. We just like each other a lot. I get him, and he gets me"

Leah just nods and hums.

"Just be careful with him, yeah? Don't let him get you into trouble"

You roll your eyes clearly annoyed by this topic. "He won't. He would never want to get me in trouble. " Your response is quick and confident. You trust Will completely and know that Leah's concerns are unnecessary.

"What he means to do and what he actually does don't always line up. Just be careful"

At this point, you have grown so weary of Leah and her concerns that you just nod your head, hoping she will drop the topic. Which she does after a few more concerned looks at you, which you promptly ignore.

As the two of you move on to other topics. Leah's pregnancy scare and your aunts current state included it gets later and later, and still no word from Will. You continue to check your phone throughout the night and when it is nearly midnight and he still hasn't contacted you, you decide that he must have a good reason why you didn't get your usual good night text or his usual demand for you to stay where you are until he can get there to walk you home.

You bid your goodbyes to Leah and head home through the dark, cold streets of Derby. Hood up, keeping your eyes glued to the sidewalk. Luckily, your aunts flat isn't too far from Leah's house, so you get home without incident.

You enter the flat as quietly as possible. Peering around the corner of the entryway into the living room. Your aunt is face down on the sofa, snoring and drooling into the cushions, a few empty bottles scattered around the floor.

"Brilliant," you sigh and start collecting the bottles, dropping them quietly into the bin before beginning the daunting task of getting your aunt from the couch and into her bedroom.

You gently shake her shoulder. " Auntie cmon," you say, barely above a whisper. She grunts and groans while slurring some incoherent noises. "Cmon auntie," you finally coax her off the couch and gently lead her to her room and guide her to her bed where she plops down and rolls over, falling directly into a drunken slumber.

You gently close her bedroom door and sigh.

"Fuck me" you rub your temple and head into your bedroom packing your mini backpack knowing in a day or two you will inevitably be kicked from the flat once again.

Once packed, you fall back on your bed exhausted. The second you close your eyes, your phone chirps. You quickly roll over and grab your phone and smile when you see the text is from will.

"Come outside," is all the text says. So you quickly get up and run to the front door to find him standing on your stoop. Jumper hood over his head and backpack on his back.

"Hey," you say, smiling, opening your arms for a hug.

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. He's shuddering and his breathing seems choppy.

You pull your head back and try to get a better look at his face. It's red like he has been crying.

You touch his cheek. "What's happened?" Your voice is laced with concern.

"We have to go." He says abruptly. "Pack a bag, quick"

"What are you talking about?" You say confused."Where are we going?"

"I can't explain right now, but please just get a bag, and let's go." He goes around you and into your flat heading into your bedroom.

"Will" you whisper yell while following him.

"What is going on?" You ask as he opens your closet and starts grabbing at random clothing items.

You put your hand on his arm. "Will stop! What is going on?"

He sighs and looks at you frustrated "that thing. The thing I told you went sideways the other day? Well, it went way more than sideways, and I need to leave, and I ain't leaving without you, so pack"

You sigh, and when you turn your head to look at what he is pulling from your closet, you spot his knuckles torn up and bloody.

Your breath catches. "Will..... what did you do?"

He rubs his fingers against his forehead. "I beat the hell out of Matt." He avoids eye contact as he digs around the floor of your closet looking for a bag to pack.

"What? Why?" Your heart is beating incredibly fast and your stomach is turning.

"There is only enough money for two people to disappear....." he looks up at you. "Don't look at me like that. Not you."

"What are -" he cuts you off as he grabs your hands

" I'm sorry. I'm not a great man. Hell, I don't think I'm even a good or decent man, and maybe if I had the love I needed, I'd be a better man, but I'm not. But now. Now I do have the love I need, and damn it, I can't leave it behind. No, I won't leave it behind, so please, please, I'm begging you. Pack a bag"

You look into his eyes, and you know, there is no chance he is leaving without you.

"I'm already packed." You grab your mini backpack and throw it over your shoulder.

"Yeah?" He asks voice full of hope.

You grab his hand and shoot him a small smile. "Let's go"

He pulls you toward the door of the flat as you spare one last glance at your aunts bedroom door before you quietly close the front door.

This is crazy and you have no idea how this is going to work out, but you do know one thing. You, just like him, finally have the love you always needed, and you'd be damned if you let it just leave without you.

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When Wild finally gets the full story, it goes something like this:

He died, they rescued his body and went back to rejoin Warriors, Four, and Wind. His apparent death did not go over well, leading to Wind hitting his chest. The champion’s scream also didn’t go over well, as the entire group was very sure he was dead.

With limited healing supplies, knowledge of the land, and the danger of the Yiga clan, Hyrule took directions with the slate. The Chain struck out for Gerudo Town, traveling with minimal breaks until they appeared at the gates, covered in sand.

After a standoff with the guards, until Riju was called, Wild was rushed to a palace room and looked over by a proper healer. They all took turns staying by his side; Legend finally pried Hyrule away from his side to sleep just before he woke. The traveler did his level best to pour as much healing magic into his body as possible.

Every reunion is a snapshot of caring and tears.

Wind smacks him in the chest again before bursting into tears. “I can’t lose my big brother!”

“Hey, now.” There’s no memory of a lost sister when Wild gathers Wind into his arms, just a young boy who is scared and needs a hug. A little brother, who he would do anything to keep safe. Wild shushes the sailor’s cries, even as his eyes water. “I’m sorry I scared you, Wind. I’m really sorry.”

“I thought you were dead,” he snuffles into Wild’s shoulder. “I thought I’d have to talk to your g-ghost forever.”

“My gh—what? C’mon, I’m here now, right? I got you.”

“I should be protecting you!”

Wild can’t help but squeeze the boy a little tighter. “Let me take care of you for once, okay? Just this once, you don’t have to be the strong one.”

Wind cries harder, but Wild just squeezes him to his chest and drops a kiss on his curls. “I got you,” he whispers. “I got you.”

Four oscillates between anger, tears, and reasoning. “Even if that was the best move, logically, you shouldn’t have given yourself up.”

Wincing, Wild’s eyes slide away. “The old man was going to do it. I couldn’t let that happen.”

Anger flashes in the smith’s eyes. “Oh, I heard.”

The champion doesn’t envy Time the talk he must have gotten when the team found out.

“But you were so stupid!” And there’s the anger, back again. “What sort of moron gives themselves up to a clan that wants to kill them?”

“One that knows he’s a good bargaining chip?” he squeaks.

Four’s chin wobbles, and then he’s crying even as he swipes the tears away. “We aren’t the same without you, Wild.” Then he spins and runs out the door with a sob.

Wild is left alone in the room, heart aching for the pain he caused.

Warriors fusses, even though there isn’t anything left to heal. “Do you need some more water? Can I get you anything?”

Shaking his head, Wild pats the bed. ‘Sit down,’ he signs. ‘How are you doing?’

“Me? That doesn’t matter. How are you? Are you sure there isn’t anything you need?” The captain is halfway off the bed again when Wild yanks him down. “Fine! Okay, I’m sitting.”

‘How are you?’ Wild asks again.

His shoulders slump and Warriors rubs his face. “Honestly, I’m exhausted. I’m worried about you and I’m worried about Time. About what he was going to do; what you did. I’m worried about Sky, who won’t talk to anyone.” He looks up, eyes bright with unshed tears. “Mostly, I’m worried that we lost you and if it wasn’t for some latent magic, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“I’m sorry.” He’s saying that a lot lately, but he needs to. Even if it saved Sky, his actions had a lasting effect on the group. That wasn’t going to go away overnight.

The captain gives a single nod. “Look, I would have done the same if I was there. Just…it’s easy to make that decision for ourselves. But to ask others to live with it, even if it keeps them safe?” His eyes hold a pain that’s too knowing to be blind. “That leaves a mark, kid.”

‘I know.’ Goddesses, he knows all too well. ‘I might have been in the shrine, but Zel was holding back the Calamity that whole time. She gave herself up and I—I get it, but…’ His hands fall to his lap, silent.

“Yeah.” Warriors covers his hands with his own. “Yeah. I get it.”

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Missing pronouns and double-entendres

Historians have traced the roots of country music at least to the 17th century, but the “big bang” moment for the industry didn’t happen until the 1920s.

In 1927, record producer Ralph Peer traveled from New York City to Bristol, Tennessee to hold recording sessions with “hillbilly” artists from the surrounding areas. The Bristol Sessions, as they came to be known, introduced the world to artists like Jimmie Rodgers and The Carter Family, foundational figures in what we now call country music.

That same year, in New York, an artist named Ewen Hail recorded “Lavender Cowboy,” a story-song about a boyish figure “with only two hairs on his chest” who takes on a group of outlaws and dies a hero’s death. Adapted from a 1923 poem by pulp writer Harold Hersey, “Lavender Cowboy” appeared in the 1930 film Oklahoma Cyclone and has since been covered many times, most notably by Vernon Dalhart in 1939.

A couple years later, the Prairie Ramblers recorded “I Love My Fruit,” a Western swing-style novelty song so ripe with double-entendres that the group recorded it using a pseudonym. Attributed to the Sweet Violet Boys, “I Love My Fruit” is gloriously homoerotic, with lyrics that extol the virtues of (among other things) chewing on banana skin.

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The 1960s saw the emergence of Wilma Burgess, a mainstream star who wasn’t able to be out but also never hid her identity. A protege of prolific producer Owen Bradley — who saw her as a potential successor to Patsy Cline — Burgess insisted on recording songs where the love interest was not referred to by gendered pronouns. When she did occasionally record songs addressed to male lovers, she did so under the agreement with Bradley that her next recording would be a song of her choice. Her songs “Baby” and “Misty Blue” both cracked the top 10, and she still holds the record for the most charted singles by a gay country artist.'

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Burgess left the country music industry in the late 70s, but she remained active in Nashville’s queer scene, opening one of the city’s first lesbian bars in the early 80s.

Queer country music’s “lost pioneer”

No queer country history would be complete without the story of Patrick Haggerty, the man responsible for what’s widely considered the first openly gay country album, Lavender Country.

Haggerty grew up on a dairy farm in rural Washington, the sixth of ten children born to hard-working parents. Despite growing up in the repressive climate of the 50s, Haggerty has said his father was accepting of his sexuality, which was evident from a young age.

After getting kicked out of the Peace Corps for being gay in 1966, Haggerty decided to devote his life to activism, becoming involved with the Gay Liberation Front. His anger over the injustices of the era became the basis for Lavender Country, the 1973 album that would define his legacy.

The album, which Haggerty recorded with his band of the same name, is scathing and often funny, featuring would-be classics like “Back in the Closet Again” and “Cryin’ These C**ksucking Tears” delivered in a loose, folky style.

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With the support of the Gay Community Services of Seattle, 1000 copies of Lavender Country were created, advertised in gay periodicals, and sold at gay bookstores. Despite the limited number of copies, the album attracted a fair amount of attention in the gay underground. “Lavender Country” played at Seattle Pride and other gay events in the region.

The band disbanded in 1976, and Haggerty thought his music career was behind him. A self-described “screaming Marxist b***h,” he became further involved in activist circles, later co-founding the Seattle chapter of ACT UP and running for Seattle City Council and the state House of Representatives as an independent.

the article goes into more, like Lang's Shadowland

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freuleinanna · 4 months

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the noble conversations

carer of the stars

I had an idea to write down every single conversation that takes place in the house Noble now that the Doctor is leaving with them, but we'll see how that goes. For now, I just got my own heart broken over Wilf and Fourteen, so here you are <;3

Mind you, it's all dialog. It's a thing. Whatever.

"Anything good up there?" "Oh! Doctor!" "Wi-ilf! My marvelous friend. Got you a new thermos." "Ohh, you shouldn't have! Come sit, I was just about…" "And a new blanket. This one always keeps you warm! See? Got actual light-threads of Aurora Borealis woven into it, like, actual light threads! Did you know the northern lights are really magnificently warm? Ain't it just brilliant?" "Ohhh, ho-ho… It sure sparkles! The northern lights?" "Northern as they come!" "From the actual thingy? You're not saying those are aliens?" "Well… not in itself– I mean if you– Sometimes– Oh, nevermind. A warm alien blanket for the most dedicated starkeeper!" "Thank you, my friend. Oh, but it is wonderful to have you back!" "Ha-haa!" "And the thermos? Some clever thing as well? You never seem to run out of them, I say!" "Oh! Well, it's just a thermos. Sorry. Should have thought of something… Donna Kerblam-ed it today." "Ker-what?" "Oh, you know. Got it from the thing, the what's-its-name. Amazon, whatever. Same difference. Although why call a delivery service after the forests, the warrior tribe, and the fifth wettest lake in the non-gravitational space, I will never understand. So yeah… Just a thermos, really. She says yours never keeps enough warmth." "Well, this one will. Come on, sit with me a moment, keep the old man company. I was just saying hello to the skies. Been a while, yes it has." "I'm sure they missed you, too." "Oh, Doctor. Always know a thing to say." "No, I'm serious! The stars remember, Wilf. They certainly remember you, you've kept… a brilliant watch. Watched them all when nobody else bothered to look." "Ha! Says you, who travelled them. Nuh, I'm good with my personal favorites. Shame I can't see the rest, though." "Well–" "No, that's alright. Hush, Doctor. Not in the travelling form these days." "Well, I could… Hold on." "What is it? What are you doing?" "Take a look." "Oh… Oh!.." "Beautiful, ain't it?" "Doctor! But what?.. How?.." "Sli-ightly enhanced the perception abilities of your telescope, resonated the image. Added a few filters. The universe is enormous, Wilf. Now you can see it. So many more stars to meet." "Doctor…" "Oh, no! I meant it as a good thing! You still have time, I promise you that! Oh. Wait. Ohh! Happy tears. Happy tears, right. Sorry, I'm rubbish at–" "Thank you, my friend. My dear, dear friend, thank you for everything." "Thank you. For just as much." "And I mean it, Doctor. It's wonderful to have you back." "That's the thing, though. I don't want to be wonderful. I mean, not the Time Lord wonderful. I mean, not all the time. I just… want to be. With all of you." "She did get you home, didn't she?" "Yeah… She really did." "Well, I always said, I always told her she's amazing. And she missed you terribly. Heart-breaking, Doctor. I was heart-breaking to watch her. So much sadness, and nowhere to put it. Carried it around, like luggage. Never understanding– No, I know. Don't have to explain it. Just trust me, Doctor, because I've been here. I had a duty of watching, if nothing else. With you home, it's so, so much better." "A duty of care…" "What was that?" "No, it's just– Just something I used to say. Nevermind. I think you're the best man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, Wilfred Mott. The watcher and the carer of the stars." "My Donna's a whole galaxy." "Ha! Yes, she is. And so are you." "And you, Doctor. Welcome to the family." // "So, how are the new stars, Wilf?" "Marvelous... Just marvelous." "I could tell you stories about them." "Could you really? About all of them?" "About all of them. One night at a time. That's a promise."

#fourteen and wilf melt my entire heart :')#the extended noble family got to me again #doctor who #doctor who fic #whofic #dw fic #wilfred mott #fourteenth doctor #the giggle spoilers #bernard cribbins #14th doctor #david tennant #the noble conversations

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ventique18 · 9 months

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Our Dirty Little Secret (2)

The second part of a MalleYuu smutfic. Part 1 link

General warnings: Malleus x Freeform Reader♀️, story told in his POV. Part of a smut series, so minors do not read this fic.

Chapter warnings: fellatio / blowjob, hemipenis

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"You see, I'm not human, darling."

I try to calm my breathing. As much bravado as I can display on any situation, I cannot control the frenzied thoughts that whirr in my brain. Do you understand what I am trying to insinuate? Should I continue with my intention? Or should I keep hiding it and claim I was merely dirty-talking? Would you accept me if you saw, or would you finally grow to fear me and distance yourself?

With every second that passes when you do not answer, my anxiety grows tenfold. I knew it. Perhaps I should put a stop to this.

"I jest--"

You remove my hand from your mouth to allow yourself to speak, "I know you're not joking," You start seriously and press a kiss to my palm, "It's alright."

Then, I see your hand travel underneath my robe and splay across my chest. You lean into me to rest on my shoulder and continue what you are saying, "Whatever monster cock you're still hiding there, I'll fit it inside me," A shy giggle, "or die trying."

A puff of laughter escapes me when I recoil in surprise at what you said, "Your choice of words never cease to amaze me.

"But thank you," I carry on. The scents of our hair mingle as I rub my cheek against the top of your head, "You are phenomenal at setting my anxiety at ease."

"That's one of the perks of being with me," You chuckle.

Silence naturally blankets itself between us. I breathe, you breathe, and your hand lazily floats south. You have your eyes closed as I observe you with half-lidded eyes. Then, your lips come to rest gently atop mine and I feel the words

I Love You

simmering beneath their surface. You speak them and touching as they are, my lips like marionettes are moved in time with each syllable. Your declaration becomes my proclamation without me ever having uttered a sound.

Then you reach the place I am begging to be touched. Gently, so gently, you part the robe open. A rush of thrill courses through my veins when the pads of your fingers lightly touch my phallus; curiosity seeping through from your skin to mine.

"You have two."

I open my eyes that I did not notice I inadvertently closed. I catch you leaning over my thighs; hair draping over and tickling my exposed stomach. You are studying my... unusual genitals intently.

"Yes," I reply with care, "But if this makes you uncomfortable..."

I'm not even able to complete my thought when my breath hitches at the sight of your eyes suddenly flickering to meet mine. There is a particular air about you-- a heavy hint of spice when you slowly blink as you push a lock of hair behind your ears. Some yet spill out. Watching them drape on my member stirs an odd excitement within me.

You delicately kneel on the ground. Gripping my thigh, you mutter, "It's sexy."

And a slow, calculated lick through both almost sends me teetering to the edge of my already-strained sanity. Yet I hold on as I do not wish to miss a single second of this view.

You palm the one close to my belly and nuzzle the other one with your cheek. The look you are wearing fascinates me; your eyes are unfocused and your mouth agape, as if you were in a trance. A deep pink blossoms on your face. The shaft still touching your cheek, you flick out your tongue and run the tip over my feverish skin.

"You are so," A popping kiss to the crown, "Hot."

And you take me inside your mouth.

I suck in air, then slowly exhale to try and even out my pumping heart. Before I could appeal to my brain to calm down, however, I make out the dangerous combination of your tight sucking and the pressure of your tongue rubbing up and down my phallus. Your hand does not neglect the other one. You grip onto me hard. With skilled fingers, you massage me exactly where I want you to when I want you to, teasingly loosening to run underneath my ridges, then coming back to my pleasant spot to stroke delightful circles. Darling, my darling, oh how you know how to make me sing.

My nails bury themselves in the mattress while I watch you heatedly. My fingers entwine in your hair as I guide you along my length. I hear an occasional gurgle and a choke, and I have half a mind to stop and check on you, but the other half was unfortunately far too gone and encouraged my hip to grind into your throat harder. Then soon, oh much too soon, I feel an incredible wave of ecstasy crashing onto my brain and filling it with an addictive blankness.

My claws press you down on my thighs. Jerking and shivering, I ride out my high on your tongue. And when I feel the last drop of my release spill, I lower my lips onto your head to give you a tender, appreciative kiss.

Slowly, I let you go. Slowly, you trail your lips up my length and release it with a pop. Slowly, your gaze shifts to mine. Slowly, I reach out to your face; thumb swiping languidly across your bottom lip before pressing down to open your mouth. When a few drops of my come drip from your tongue, I edge near your ear and whisper, "Swallow."

Suddenly I am a possessed man, for my hand wraps around your neck just to closely feel my essence flowing down your throat. Then a fingernail lightly sinks into your skin; marking a red line from your neck and resting on the dip of your clavicle. Is this passion, or is this sadistic perversion that overcomes me? I know not. Yet still I place a kiss to the edge of your mouth. I notice you turn your head to meet my kiss but I hold you in place with my other hand, for there is another reward that I wish to grant upon your needy self.

"I will taste you while you serve my other one. Come lay on me."

And I rest on the bed as I wait on you, eager to taste the ripened arousal you have been dripping on the floor.

Part 3 link

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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nishloves · 5 months

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screentime; kwon soonyoung

hoshi (svt) x f!reader // angst oneshot based on "screentime" words : 1.1k approx. // unedited. losing you, was probably his worst mistake.

"do you have any regrets? I'm just so-so."

the black coffee didn't erase his dark-circles, the aroma of coffee which he oh so utterly despised making him grimace as he still gulped the bitter liquid down his throat, leaving a sullen taste in his mouth. how did you drink this?

and now, he was back at it again.

wonderings of your days, wandering around your favorite cafe, thinking back on how you must be working hard for your work, how there would be no one to ask you to take a break, to bring you your favorite food.

do you think about him too? are you tormenting yourself with his thoughts too?

his heart ached, should he call you? are you okay? can he even call you? is he still allowed to keep your number?

"no wonder I can't get any work done, both of my hands are occupied holding onto us. I keep forgetting there is no us until night returns and I give myself up to slumber."

"soonyoung?"

is work going well?

"hoshi?"

are you taking care of yourself?

"kwon soonyoung!?"

he gasped as he turned around to look at seungkwan who stared at him, "kwan-ah, i'm sorry."

"you can't be zoning out like this, kwon soonyoung! we are working on choreography afterall, you didn't even notice mingyu skipping a step!"

he sighed, pulling his beanie closer to his eyes, "i'm just- sorry."

seungkwan stared at his friend for a while, "do you need a break?"

"no- i was just lost in my own thoughts."

"are you alright?"

his breath halted for a moment as he looked down at his feet, was he alright?- no but, were you fine? are you broken like him?

"... yeah." were you lying too?

"why did you break up when you loved her?"

"I had to- I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'll be okay, I'm living my life too." like she is too.

just please, don't cry. don't cry when you think of him, he wished.

"but you're living as if nothing happened, you're colder than I thought. from your words and happy photographs it's clear that my worries were in vain. I'm actually relieved I was sorry that I'm getting better."

"stop checking your phone, hoshi!" seokmin pulled at his friend's hand as hoshi looked at him mindlessly.

"what are you even looking at?"

your pictures- your posts, the small story section you had created for him was now archived- or deleted, he hoped not. you still hadn't removed him from your private instagram.

a small smile travelled up on his face as he looked at seokmin again, "nothing, i am just happy."

was he?

his limbs moved along with the beats of the song, his hair swaying along with his harsh movements, his dance was sharper today, but his body was weaker. he couldn't keep up with the beats- he wasn't able to keep up with himself.

"soonyoung! take it easy," the choreographer called out.

"yeah, i will. sorry."

"isn't he apologising an awful lot today?"

he wanted to apologise to you- get on his knees and say sorry for anytime he had made you hurt. apologise to break things off so abruptly.

"i thought you didn't love her anymore?" vernon asked, pressing a heat pad on soonyoung's shoulder as he reclined deeper into the couch, a black coffee still pressed in his hand.

"i thought i didn't."

"do you need to talk?"

"can you apologise to her?" he smiled, a single tear escaping from his eyes as vernon wiped the tear away hastily.

"do you think- she'll forgive me?"

"I'm really sorry for the time you spent with me, the days fade into the distant horizon and your memories rise and fall, it's late but— I'm sorry."

"oh- soonyoung?" you voice was still as kind as ever.

"____" his voice was deeper as he looked at you, there were no bags under your eyes- maybe you had put on makeup, or maybe you just weren't hopeless as he was; he hoped it was the latter.

"nice seeing you here," you smiled at him as you looked at the barista, ordering a black espresso for yourself and, "a vanilla latte with caramel, please?"

you still remembered his order.

"you remember?" he asked, not daring to defy your recollection- not daring to tell you about the fact that he drinks his coffee black now, he took a sip- it was too sweet, he didn't deserve something this sweet, maybe that's why he felt it to be sour.

"how am i supposed to forget?" you smiled at him as you pointed towards a table. his body moving forward by itself to pull a chair out for you, instincts- he cursed.

"your birthday, your order, your favorite food- they all were a big part of my life, how can i just forget them?"

and the fact that you can admit it meant that you had moved on.

shit- he wants to hug you again, he wants to call you his again.

he could only smile back at you; suddenly, he didn't want you to see his miser state, his dark and red eyes under his sunglasses, he didn't want you to acknowledge his sunken cheeks, the same cherry cheeks you had loved were now withered, maybe because you weren't there to make them smile again.

"that's right."

"how have you been?" you asked, "it's been so long, hasn't it? oh my- are you even free right now?"

"I wonder what you're eating, drinking these days and finding happiness in I wonder what you're wearing today, and where you are headed I wonder who makes you laugh and holds you instead of me. I'm just curious, I'm just sorry This is how I've been."

"I've been- good. yes, good and i'm free." always free for you, i am sorry i wasn't.

"that's nice to know, soonyoung."

he wasn't your youngie anymore- and it was his fault, his alone.

"i think i've been addicted to phone these days," he admitted abashedly as you giggled, there was someone else on your phone's lock screen now. he hoped it was a family member.

"what's your screentime?" you asked, an easy smile on your face.

he looked at the image of dead battery on his phone,

"it's dead." he had looked at you for too long.

you've already moved on, it's okay.

fin.

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penmansparadise · 2 years

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Eddie Munson ~ You’re Mine

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18 +. Fingering. Choking. Spanking. Hair Pulling. Possessive Eddie. Edging. Unprotected sex. Praising (Please let me know if I missed something)

a/n: I'm so sorry this request took a little longer to post. I have been going through it lol. But here it is! This was requested from my Wattpad. I want to make a disclosure for this one. I mention hair pulling, and I don't usually mention hair or anything like that in my NEW one shots, so let me know if it's not appropriate or singles some readers out because I will change it if necessary. I like to be as neutral as possible so that everyone can enjoy my stories. So, please, let me know. Also, mama Penman's Paradise is coming out lol. This story does not use protection, but please do not have unprotected sex y'all. It is so dangerous and unsafe, and unless you're ready to have a baby, don't do it. Always use some form of contraception, okay? Okay. Now that I got that out of the way, my next post will be a Henry Creel/001 smut and then, FINALLY, a male reader story (I know some of my readers have been waiting for that). I am packing to travel, so bare with me if it takes a little longer for the next few stories to be posted. As always, thank you all for the support, and I hope you enjoy this one!

You opened your locker and began gathering the things you’d need for the weekend with a sigh. For some reason, teachers never understood that students did not want to do homework on the only two days off during the week. Yet they still assigned work each weekend. You placed a couple textbooks in your bag and when you looked up again, hanging right where you put it a few months ago was a photo of you and Eddie. Your lips lifted into a smile as you looked at it. You and Eddie had been dating for eight months. You met when you and your mother moved to the Forest Trailer Park, but you didn’t start hanging out until the summer before senior year. During those couple of months, you and he got really close, spending almost every waking moment with one another. At first, you were worried that when school started back up, he would forget about you, but you were pleasantly surprised when he started offering you rides and invited you to eat lunch with him and his friends. It only took Eddie a month into senior year to ask you to be his girlfriend, which you enthusiastically accepted.

Once the two of you started dating, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that Eddie was insecure about your relationship. He would constantly tell you that you were out of his league and that you deserved someone better. So, you would always reassure him that he was perfect for you, followed by plenty of kisses and cuddles. But soon, Eddie started to grow possessive of you. You noticed it when he started to hold you a little tighter when Steve, one of your best friends, was around. He wouldn’t let you sit anywhere but his lap, and his hands never left your body. When you brought it up to him, Eddie just told you that he wanted to make sure everyone knew you were his and then dropped the subject.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on your locker door.

“Knock, knock,” Steve said, slightly shutting the metal door to expose himself.

You chuckled and shut it the rest of the way.

“Hey, Steve. What’s up?”

“So,” Steve said, moving to stand in front of you, “my parents are out of town tonight.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to walk away, but Steve’s hand grabbing your forearm stopped you. You turned back to him and yanked your arm from his hold.

“Steve, no.”

“What?” He asked, whining a little. “Come on. It’ll be good for us. We need a night to just get shit-faced drunk and be stupid teens.”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped.

“Need I remind you, Steve, the last time you held a get-together-”

“I know what happened the last time, Y/N.” He shook his head. “But it’s different now. All that Upside Down shit is over.”

Steve nudged your shoulder.

“Come on. You and Eddie can come, and I’ll invite Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and a few others. It’ll be fun.”

You just stared at your friend for a beat. He raised his eyebrows.

“So? What do you say?”

The two of you just held the other’s gaze until you heaved a sigh.

“Fine. What time?”

Steve started to smile like a little kid.

“Eight o clock,” he said as he began to walk away. “I’ll see you two later.”

Before you could turn around to see who he was referring to, Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you tight to his side. You looked at your boyfriend and nuzzled into him.

“Hey, baby.”

His eyes weren’t on you, though. Instead, Eddie’s stare was locked on Steve’s retreating figure.

“Hey,” he said, voice sounding distant. “What, uh, what did Steve want?”

You tried to pull out of Eddie’s grip, but his hand stayed firmly on your waist.

“He’s hosting a party tonight. It’s at eight, and I said we would go.”

Eddie’s lips formed into a straight line, and his stare hardened a little. His body went rigid, and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him.

“Unless you don’t want to go. I can tell him we won’t be there.”

Your statement had him relaxing against you. He turned his stare to you, smiled, and shook his head. It always amazed you how he could change his attitude so quickly when he looked at you. It made you melt every time. Eddie cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb in tiny circles.

“No, baby, it’s alright.” He placed a sweet kiss on your nose. “If my girl wants to get all dressed up and go to a party, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

Your stomach did a somersault as you bit your bottom lip. Even after eight months, you couldn’t figure out how Eddie still managed to give you butterflies like you had just met. You leaned into him and pressed your lips to his. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him smile into the kiss, making your heart flutter. When you pulled back, Eddie gave you a small peck, then led you to his van.

The drive back to the trailer park was quick. Eddie let you ramble on about how you couldn’t believe Ms. O’Donnell assigned a whole paper over the weekend and how excited you were to go to Steve’s party. Before you knew it, he was pulling in front of your house. It wasn’t as if you lived far from one another. In fact, you could see Eddie’s trailer from yours, but he still insisted that he drop you off every time. You gave a quick goodbye kiss before hopping out and entering your home. It wouldn’t be long before Eddie would be back. He didn’t stay far for very long. So, you went to your room and started working on your paper. You were so wrapped up in the assignment that you didn’t realize the afternoon had gotten away from you until a light knock came from your front door, and Eddie entered.

“Babe?” You heard him shout from the living room. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, so don’t freak out.”

Your head swiveled to the clock and realized it was already past dinner.

“Son of a bitch,” you whispered to yourself as you stood from your desk and hurried to your closet.

Eddie walked into your room just as you were rustling through your clothes. When you looked over at him, a tiny chuckle fell from your lips. He was wearing the same black distressed jeans, leather jacket, and Dio denim vest he wore to school. The only thing he changed was his shirt from his Hell Fire top to a black v-neck. Even though he didn’t do much, his version of getting dressed up still made him look amazing. Something about the way his guitar pick chain hung over his chest made your legs tighten. You quickly looked away and grabbed an outfit from your closet. You paired some high-waisted jeans with an off-the-shoulder top that showed a little bit of midriff. Eddie watched you as you moved around your room, putting the finishing touches on your look. When you were standing in front of your mirror, making sure everything looked perfect, he stood up from your bed and moved to stand behind you. His hands traveled from your exposed shoulders down your arms. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your neck. His curls tickled your skin, and you could feel the goosebumps rising anywhere his hands touched. He looked at you through the mirror, and you asked, “You ready to go?”

A small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I don’t know,” he said, kissing every inch of bare skin his lips could find. “Maybe we could be a little late, if you know what I mean.”

Your stomach did a flip as you moved your head out of the way to give him better access to your neck. His hands found your waist, and he pulled your body flush with his. You could feel his heart racing in his chest and him growing harder with every kiss he planted on your body. A small moan fell from your lips, and you could feel him smile against you. Every part of you reacted to him. Your heart fluttered, and your core clenched. You couldn’t think of a time he didn’t have that effect on you. But just as his fingers found the button of your jeans, you slowly turned in his arms to face him.

“Maybe later, baby. We have a party to get to, remember?”

Eddie rolled his eyes with a groan but nodded nonetheless.

By the time you got to Steve’s house, the place was packed, forcing Eddie to park a little farther down the road. Once his van was in park, you both got out and headed for Steve’s house. You could hear the music blasting from down the road, and by the time you reached Steve’s driveway, your whole body was vibrating from the bass. It was a good thing Steve practically lived in the middle of nowhere because had there been neighbors, the police would have already shut down the party. Teenagers you recognized as your classmates littered the front yard. There were definitely more than a few people, like Steve had originally said. You and Eddie entered the house and did your best to navigate your way through the mob of people. When you finally reached an opening, you saw Steve standing by a beer pong table. A wide smile spread across your face when you saw your friend. You went to move closer to him, but Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side. You looked at him, but before you could say anything, Steve approached you two.

“Hey!” He shouted over the loud music. “You two finally made it!”

His words were slurring, and he was a bit wobbly on his feet.

“I’ve been getting my ass kicked because I didn’t have my pong buddy,” Steve said, nudging your shoulder.

You laughed at him. It wasn’t very often you saw Steve let loose, and when he did, it was always so out of character that it was comical.

“Well, I’m here now. Shall we?”

Steve hooted before turning back to the people standing around the table. You gave Eddie a quick kiss and went to follow Steve, but Eddie’s grip tightened on your hip. When you turned to look at him again, you noticed he wasn’t focused on you. His stare was hard as he watched Steve saunter back to the pong table. His lips were in a straight line, and his usually warm eyes were cold.

“Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek, “everything okay?”

His grip loosened, and he pulled his arm away from your body. His stature was still rigid.

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a weak smile. “I’m just gonna go get something to drink.”

Eddie placed a kiss on the top of your head before walking away. You made your way to the pong table and joined Steve. It took you a few drinks to loosen up, but once you did, you and Steve dominated. Every couple that came up against you two left drunker than they were when they started the game. Together, you and Steve were undefeated.

You could feel a good buzz coursing through your veins as you tossed the ball and sunk it into one of the cups. You threw your arms in the air, cheering before wrapping them around Steve’s neck. He lifted you up and spun you around, hollering as well. The other team attempted to sink their ball and missed. Steve picked up the ball and threw it. You all watched as the tiny sphere plopped into the last cup. You and Steve cheered, and he picked you up again. Both of you were laughing and celebrating your fifth win of the night. When Steve finally placed you back on the floor, you turned to try and find Eddie. At first, you couldn’t find him until your eyes landed on his figure leaning against the far wall. The cold look from before was on his face. One of his hands was balled into a fist at his side as he sipped his drink. At first, he wasn’t looking at you, but when his hard stare finally met yours, it didn’t soften. His eyes were darker than you were used to, and something inside you awoke. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or if that was just the effect he had on you. But either way, you left the pong table and Steve behind, gravitating toward Eddie like a sailor to a siren’s call. Eddie’s eyes never left you as you walked across the room, and when you reached him, his arm immediately wrapped around you. His hand was unusually low on your back, causing your already racing heart to nearly explode.

“Are you okay?” You asked, the question coming out a little breathier than you had intended.

Being so close to him, you could see how dark Eddie’s eyes truly were. They were like two black holes, and you so badly wanted to be sucked into them. Eddie’s arm tightened around your waist before he turned and started walking the two of you away from the flock of people. He moved you through the crowd until you were walking out onto Steve’s pool deck. There were a few people sitting outside smoking, so Eddie guided you to a more secluded area. When he was sure no one was near the two of you, he took a seat, then pulled you onto his lap. He made sure your back was pressed against his chest. His hands rested on your thighs, and his mouth found your neck almost instantly. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected feel of his lips on your bare skin.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” You asked, trying your best to not give away the fact that you were slowly getting turned on.

Eddie nipped at your neck before his lips brushed against your ear.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

His fingers started tracing circles on your thighs, moving up and down and sending chills running down your spine. You swallowed a moan.

“What?”

His lips peppered kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.

“You know,” he began. “Hanging all over Steve and spending the majority of your night with him instead of me. So, I will ask again.”

His fingers dug into your thighs, and you could feel your core tighten.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

He dragged the back of his fingers up your legs until they found your midriff. They brushed over the button on your jeans before he started to tug on your waistband. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and aching for him to devour every inch of your body. But when you didn’t answer his question, Eddie nipped at your ear lobe and said lowly, “You know I don’t like when you hang around other guys.”

You shut your eyes and leaned your head back just slightly.

“Why is that?”

“Because,” he growled, “you’re mine.”

You could feel Eddie’s erection, and you couldn’t help but grind into him a little. He let out a few quiet moans into your ear, lighting a fire within you. You grinded a little longer until you couldn’t handle the ache that you felt in your core any longer.

“I want to go,” you said, breathless. “I want to go back to the van.”

You didn’t have to see Eddie’s face to see the sly smirk that was playing on his lips as he said, “As you wish, babe.”

He stood, and his hands were on your waist as he walked you back into the house. You were bumping into people, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting into the van and getting back to your house so Eddie could have his way with you. But Steve called after you and stopped you.

“Hey! You’re leaving already?” He shouted from the living room.

You went to turn around to answer him when Eddie released your hips, grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from him. It was hard to keep pace with him as he towed you through the party and out the front door. Eddie never looked back, though. With each step he took, the music and people slowly started to fall away until it was just the two of you at his van. You went to move toward the passenger side door, but Eddie pulled you away. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but before you could ask him what he was doing, he spoke.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked as he opened the back of the van.

There was a blanket and a few pillows thrown haphazardly on top of it. You didn’t know how you missed it when you first got in the van, but it didn’t matter. Eddie was holding his hand out, and you didn’t hesitate to take it and climb in. Eddie followed you before shutting the doors, plunging you into near darkness. The moon shining through the windshield was the only light illuminating the inside of the van. It cast shadows over Eddie’s face that made him look darker than usual. He looked like a predator, and you felt like you were his prey, sitting under his calculating stare. Your heart was racing in anticipation. All you wanted was Eddie’s hands all over your body. You wanted to feel his tongue trace every hill and canyon on your body. Your legs clenched at the thought.

You sat under Eddie’s stare for another minute before crawling closer to him and planting your lips on his. It was hungry and fervent. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you tried to get as close to him as humanly possible. But your efforts were shot down when Eddie’s fingers curled around your wrists and pulled you off him. You looked at him with bewilderment. He pushed you back into a sitting position and released your hands. His eyes were lustful as he looked at you. It was a look you weren’t used to, but you liked it. He licked his lips.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, Y/N. So, you’re not in charge. I am. Understand?”

Your mouth was watering, and your body was buzzing. You wanted to disregard what Eddie was saying and pounce on top of him. You wanted him undressed, and on top of you so badly you could just rip his clothes off. But you didn’t. Instead, you just nodded and said, “Mhm.”

A smirk pulled at Eddie’s lips.

“Good, girl,” he said before nodding toward you. “Now, undress for me.”

You were like putty in his hands. Without hesitation, you wiggled out of your clothes, leaving you completely nude in front of him. The eagerness you were feeling was a wild thing inside of you. It was almost too much to contain as you sat there, waiting for him to put his hands on you. But he didn’t move right away. Instead, Eddie’s eyes traveled the entire length of your body. He was taking every inch of you in like he was trying to memorize you. You were already squirming, but the way he looked at you made you want him even more than before. When his eyes crawled back up to meet yours, he leaned forward, pushed you back, and pinned your body down with his. The rough fabric of his denim jack against your bare nipples was sensational. You bucked your hips up a little and were met with the cold metal of Eddie’s handcuff belt. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected sensation, but you didn’t stop moving your hips. His belt was in the perfect spot to rub against your clit, and you were desperate. You needed to feel some friction. But Eddie wasn’t having it. He placed one of his hands on your hip, shoving it down against the blanket.

“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?”

You were practically shaking. Between how husky his voice was and the feeling of his body pressed against yours, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. You shook your head.

“No.”

Eddie leaned his face a little closer to yours, his dark curls creating a curtain over the two of you.

“Keep being bad and see what happens, Y/N.”

Before you could even comprehend what he had said, his lips pressed against yours before making their trek south. They traveled over your neck, then over your breast. He licked your nipple, then kept going down your navel and over your hip bones before he was hovering over your core. You could feel his warm breath teasing you. He took his forefinger and rubbed it over your core before pulling it up into the light. It was glistening, and he hummed in approval.

“So wet, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute before moving his hand back down and sliding his middle finger inside of you. A long moan fell from your lips at finally feeling even just a part of him touching where you most wanted him. He did a few strokes before adding his ring finger as well. You shut your eyes and dipped your head back. With each stroke, you could feel the cool of his rings brushing up against your pussy. The sweet contrast between the warmth of his fingers and his cold rings was enough to send you over the edge. But then Eddie moved his thumb over your clit and started to rub soft, small circles. You couldn’t help the moans that were pouring out of you at the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you. Eddie was taking his time. Each stroke was slow and measured. He made sure the length of his fingers went all the way in before he curled them and pulled them out. His thumb played with your clit, carefully rubbing round and round, making you a moaning mess. And you wanted more. So, you planted your feet and started to thrust into Eddie’s fingers. The extra depth made you moan even louder, but it didn’t last long. As soon as you started to lift your hips, Eddie quickly removed his fingers from you.

Your eyes shot open, and you looked at him with a whine.

“Why did you stop?”

Eddie took his jackets off, pulled his shirt over his head, then started unbuckling his pants.

“Roll over,” he ordered.

“But I was enjoying-”

Eddie’s hand was around your throat, stopping your sentence. His calloused fingers gripped the sides of your neck, pressing his rings into your skin. You knew that they were going to leave a mark, but you could care less. He leaned a little closer to you until his face was only inches from yours.

“I said, roll over.”

His hand released your throat, then grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your belly. You could hear him remove his pants before his hands lifted you onto your knees. He ran a hand over your spine, causing you to arch your back into his touch. His rings burned a trail from your ass up to the back of your head. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back.

“You’ve been bad all night,” he said, slapping your ass.

You sucked in a breath before a smile pulled at your lips.

“You didn’t want to listen to me when I just told you to stay still.” Another slap. “And you wanted to be all over another guy at the party.” Another slap.

His free hand slid under your torso until it found your throat again. His bare body was leaning over yours, and you could feel his hard erection against your ass. You looked at him through the corner of your eye.

“I’m gonna show you what happens to my girl when she doesn’t listen,” he said before releasing your throat and sliding into you without warning.

You gasped at how full you felt suddenly, but that gasp quickly turned into a moan. Eddie thrusted into you hard, and you gasped again.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he grunted out with each thrust. “And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows.”

He pushed into you again. Every thrust was rough and unmeasured, but he hit your pleasure spot each time. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your back again. He grabbed another handful of hair, yanking your head back. You let out a long, loud moan that melted into Eddie’s groans. The sound of skin smacking against skin and pleasure pouring from both of you filled the van. You were breathing heavily, and so was Eddie. The windows began to fog, and you could feel sweat beading up on your back.

Eddie released your hair, running his hand down the length of your back before slapping your ass and sliding it over your thigh until it found your clit. He rubbed circle after circle in time with his rough thrusts. Your knees were hurting, and you were sure they were going to be bruised. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was how Eddie found a way to let his fingers and rings rub against you in perfect sync creating a sensation you had never felt before.

You were moaning and didn’t even care how loud you were. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer with every circle Eddie’s fingers made. Your whole body was shaking, and you could feel yourself starting to clench around Eddie. He pushed into you a few more times before pulling out and removing his hand from your clit. You let out a frustrated groan before Eddie flipped you over without warning. He threw your legs wide, positioned himself over you, then shoved himself into you again. You threw your head back and moaned, long and low. But Eddie grabbed your face, his fingers pressing into both your cheeks and forced you to look at him.

“I want to watch you go, baby. I want to see just how good I make you feel.”

His fingers dug into your cheeks as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you. He used his free hand to grab one of yours and place it over your clit. You didn’t have to ask what he wanted you to do. Without even thinking about it, you started to pleasure yourself as he slammed into you. Eddie watched your hand go to work and groaned.

“Oh, good girl,” Eddie said, dragging out the word “good.” “Keep going, baby.”

Eddie’s praise nearly sent you over the edge. You wanted to hear him call you a “good girl” over and over again. Your breathing was uneven as you whimpered with pleasure. Eddie’s hand never left your face, and with every rough thrust, you could feel his fingers dig deeper into your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting closer, your core clenching around Eddie. You could tell he was getting closer by how sloppy he was getting.

“Say my name, baby,” he begged you, and you obliged.

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned, “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.”

His hand slid from your face down to your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. You could feel his rings imprinting themselves into your skin. You rubbed faster, and Eddie slammed into you harder. You could feel your stomach tightening as your climax got closer and closer until, finally, you were unraveling. Your body trembled underneath Eddie’s as he thrusted into you several more times before he came inside of you. He stayed on top of you for another second before finally pulling out and falling next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. The windows were fogged over, and you were sure that it would be a dead giveaway what just went down if anyone happened to walk by the van. You looked over to Eddie and took him in for a second before he finally turned to look at you too.

“You wanna swing by the diner for something to eat?” Eddie asked, his voice low.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of you at his question.

“It’s late, though.”

He shrugged.

“Yeah, but I could really go for some waffles right now.”

A smile spread across your lips, and you nodded.

“Okay.”

Eddie jumped up and started handing you your clothes before he got dressed. When you were both decent again, he helped you climb into the front seat and then joined you. He took your hand in his and drove off toward the diner. You stared at him. There was no doubt that you were absolutely in love with him. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and made a mental note: you would definitely be bad more often if that was the kind of treatment you’d get.

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kabootarandishaan · 4 months

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Ruined

Title: Ruined

Pairing: Seimei x female reader

A/N: Thank you @jellsssslxtsz for the request! I hope you enjoy this and this! I wasn't sure if you wanted smut but that's kinda the turn the story took 😂 Please note this is my first time writing anything that is actually descriptive smut which is why this is also fairly short.

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, cunnilingus, inexperienced reader (although not explicit), mentions of female genitalia, minors dni

You had made the acquaintance of Seimei through Minamoto Hiromasa. You were sent from your small village to seek out the help of the powerful onmyoji in casting out a troublesome demon tormenting your people. You were nervous as you had never traveled into the Imperial core.

He obliged, albeit begrudgingly, exorcising the demon with little difficulty. Considering your village was rather far and isolated from the Imperial city the mission required them to lodge at your residence temporarily.

You had been tasked with maintaining hospitable conditions for the men. You couldn’t help but be amused at the stark difference in personality between the two men. Hiromasa was far more extroverted, excited to carry conversations, and asked questions about your village and its traditions.

Seimei on the other hand, you found to have a more elusive temperament. He spoke often with a rather passive attitude. To say his mystifying persona intrigued you was an understatement. This is why when one day he spoke to you with what you thought was interest, you were taken aback.

To this point, you had only exchanged a few words with the man. They usually had to do with whether he was comfortable in the lodgings or if he required anything particular. You did not take him for someone who indulged in small talk.

You had been taking the men sightseeing around your village, and Hiromasa had opted to join some fishermen near the river, leaving you to continue your tour with Seimei alone. The walk so far had been primarily silent with you pointing out a few key spots from time to time.

You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. You felt an odd sensation spread through your body at the intensity but chose to ignore it. As the two of you passed the large poppy field you saw him stop and turn to face it.

“Quite fascinating how something so beautiful and harmless looking can also ruin the lives of so many men.” He says thoughtfully. You turn to face him and speak softly. “I suppose. However, you cannot deny the role that man has played in that turn of events as well.” You say.

He turns to face you and raises a brow, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “True. I suppose my words are rather vague as well. My statement could also be applied to other things. Women as well it seems.” He eyes you carefully gauging your reaction to his statement.

You let out an amused huff through your nose. “Should I take that as a testament to the many women who have ruined you Seimei-san?” You smile as you match his teasing. He furrows his brows but smiles seemingly surprised at your more open persona.

You walk further towards the field and begin grazing carefully through it. You pull a single flower and pick at its petals, a giddy smile adorning your face. Seimei catches up to your stride and continues to eye you curiously.

This time you turn and mirror his gaze. You can tell he wants to say something by the way his lips part slightly. You silently wait for him to speak taking the time to admire how his stark features stand out against his fair skin.

“Your beauty easily surpasses that of the flower you hold in your hands. I wonder how many men have been ruined just staring into your eyes.” He teases as he takes a step closer to you, slowly lessening the distance between your bodies.

Your breathing hitches and you feel that similar sensation of heat spreading through your body. You stare at his face taking in each of his features before your eyes stop at his lips. You speak but your gaze does not stray from his mouth. “Well, current circumstances might allow for me to have a first.” You say breathlessly.

He smirks at your words and leans further. You close your eyes and wait for the tension to dissipate, your body braced and prepared for something. But something does not come. You can feel his hot breath fall repeatedly against your top lip but as you wait nothing happens.

You slowly open your eyes, brows knitted in confusion as you see his own brow raise a mischievous look in his eyes. “Were you expecting something?” He asks feigning innocence. Your mouth falls open as you are taken aback by his words.

He looks away briefly his hand covering his mouth as he lets out an amused chuckle before he returns to face you. You scoff incredulously at him, but cannot hold back an impressed smile. “You know exactly what I was expecting.” You playfully narrow your eyes at him.

“I have an idea. But I would much rather hear you say what exactly it is that you want.” He grins widely as he stares at you. Your face deepens with a blush as you process what exactly he wants from you.

You bite your lip and look down at your feet momentarily before speaking in a soft whisper. “I want you to lean in.” You say so softly that if it was not for the proximity he probably would have never heard you.

He looks at you curiously and inches slightly forward. His lips ghosting over your own but not yet touching. “You are going to have to be more specific, darling. What do you want me to do?” He whispers. His breath is hot as it fans over your face. You feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

He wants you to say it. Your face is burning, you were not sure if it was due to embarrassment or arousal at this point and frankly, you did not care. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself before speaking.

“I-I want you to kiss me.” You whisper once more and look up through your lashes. He chuckles and seemingly moves in to finally close the gap. You close your eyes and pursed your lips once again waiting for the impact. But you quickly open your eyes when you feel a slight breeze as he pulls back slightly.

“How badly do you want this kiss?” He teases once again with a grin. You groan in frustration before realizing you have had enough cat-and-mouse games and take the initiative. You place a hand on his chest and lean in crashing your lips rather harshly against his.

He stiffens in surprise as he is caught off guard by your bold move. However, he quickly relaxes into the kiss and slowly pushes back. His hands settle onto your body, one around your waist while the other caresses your neck.

You do not hold back and greedily continue deepening the kiss, you gasp when his tongue prods at your bottom lip encouraging you to open your mouth. You eagerly oblige and his tongue explores the warm, wet wall of your mouth.

The lewd squelching noises only heighten your existing arousal and you let out a soft moan into the kiss. You can feel his lips tug yours up as he smiles from the response he elicits. He pulls back and you still in your passionate haze try to catch his lips once more.

He chuckles and holds your neck still. He leans his head against yours and stares at you longingly. Your face is flushed, your lips red and swollen, a sheen of saliva glistening for them as you pant trying to catch your breath.

He pulls you down into the bed of poppies and gently grazes his thumb along your bottom lip. You see the dilation of his pupils and the heaving of his chest. He quickly pulls you in again. The intensity from before is heightened due to the mutual feelings of lust that are overtaking both of you.

He slowly pushes against you, his lips never leaving yours, and you lean back before your back is flush against the poppies beneath you. He pulls away from your lips and begins trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck.

You whimper at the feeling and place a hand in his hair, his kanmuri falling off a while ago when he dragged you down. You tug gently, urging him to continue. He groans lowly at the feeling and continues his trek down your body. You had opted for a rather thin and light kimono with no underclothes due to the weather.

You were thankful for your choice as you felt him push the fabric down to expose your shoulder. He continued his kisses down before glancing up at you. You let out a shaking breath as you saw the look in his eyes. He placed one last chaste kiss on your shoulder before unfastening the sash of your kimono along with the front of his own sokutai.

The front loosened allowing you more freedom to move. He crawled down your body his gaze never straying from yours. He began an ascent of kisses beginning from your ankle. He slowly pushed up the fabric exposing your legs.

He kissed up the inside of your leg. As he neared your crotch you held your breath in anticipation. Your body was burning with desire you felt his lean body drag itself up the bare skin of your legs and shivered at the contact.

He paused as his head reached the area between your legs. You whimpered at the feeling of his hot breath fanning across your exposed lips. You felt electricity shoot through your body when you felt the light touch of his finger slide between them.

You braced yourself for what you thought would come next, your breath coming out in shallow pants. Only once again, you felt nothing. You looked down in confusion to see the same mischievous look that had adorned his face earlier.

“What is it that need from me, dear?” He whispered as he ran his finger across your aching sex once more. You let out a deep moan before looking at him through gritted teeth. “If you do not finish exactly what you started I swear I will do all in my power to actually ruin you!” You say.

He chuckles. “Very well, as you wish.” He wastes no time in pressing his lips against the soft folds. He chuckles as you place a hand over your mouth to hold back your lewd sounds and continues running his tongue over your sensitive bud as his fingers push in and out of your fleshy cunt.

As you are overwhelmed by feelings of pleasure and arousal you cannot help but find the situation amusing. To think of where this began and where you are now. Letting out such obscene sounds as one of the most powerful men in the country was settled between your legs.

His tongue lapped up your sweet wetness as he grunted and fucked you with his fingers. You thought it might be quite a sight to behold if anyone were to find you two out in this field. His first teasing words repeating in your mind, oh how wrong he was.

When he was the one ruining you.

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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Mine | Chapter Twelve

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Content/Warnings: Smut (18+, it isn't much but it's there), getting walked in on, angst, swearing, physical fighting, blood, all the emotion

Shoutout to everyone who messages me, reblogs/comments/likes these chapters, and all the anons who give me so much love on a daily basis. Y'all really encourage me to keep writing and posting. Also...this chapter hurts. You've been warned.

Presley

Two weeks left. Just two weeks until Colson and I can stop hiding and finally tell everyone our secret.

I’m so sick of waiting. It’s so painful not to be all over Colson like I want to be. It sucks to watch him from across the room knowing how much he wants me beside him but knowing that we can’t, not with Cash around. All the while, Cash snuggles up to Olivia. Kisses her. Holds her hand. Scoops her into his arms when he runs offstage. I hate him.

I don’t hate him. He’s my brother. My best friend. But I’m so angry with him that it makes me sick. And if he reacts poorly to my and Colson’s relationship, I’m going to see red.

Our next show is in Olivia’s hometown, so we’re all staying at her parents’ huge house. They’re out of town for work which Liv says is pretty typical. The house is two stories and gigantic, with a huge pool out back, a basement with a gigantic sectional and a pool table, darts, and a table created specifically for beer pong. It’s the perfect set up for a bunch of people who like to party.

My one drink limit is now down to zero. I will never drink again after the hangover I had. Jesus. I puked all morning, and I did not like Colson having to see me like that. But he was amazing, as always, rubbing my back, getting me water, and taking care of me. When it feels like I can’t keep this secret anymore, I just look at Colson and remind myself how much he loves me and how nice it will be once we no longer have to hide.

It’s late in the evening and we’re all out by the pool. Cash and Baze are grilling burgers for everyone and us girls hang by the pool, sitting on the ledge with our feet in the water. The rest of the guys are gathered around a table, sipping beers and chatting.

Every once in a while, I’ll take a second to just soak up my surroundings, my situation. Months ago, I was home, lonely in a one-bedroom apartment, doing nothing but working and playing the occasional show. I thought that was all there was to life. Now, I’m surrounded by people I consider close friends, traveling almost every single night, and in a happy, healthy relationship. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this, but I’m not complaining.

I haven’t told Ashleigh yet about what’s going on with me and Colson. She and him have been friends for so long that I’m scared of how she’ll react. Until she brings it up or we confess to Cash, I’m keeping it a secret. When I can get a second alone with Olivia, she checks up on me and reassures me that everything will be okay.

I glance over at Colson for the millionth time, and this time, he catches my eye. His smile is so small that no one else would be likely to notice, but I see it. He looks gorgeous as always in a backwards hat, shirtless in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. Nice and short, showing off those skinny legs, just how I like it. What I wouldn’t give to go over and sit on his lap, to take his face in my hands and kiss him. It hurts not being able to do that.

I sigh quietly and grab my phone from where it’s sitting on the pavement beside me. I open up my text thread with Colson and send, Meet me in the basement in 5?

I watch as Colson picks up his phone and reads the message. He types something quickly, sets his phone back down, and returns to his conversation like nothing happened. My phone buzzes in my hand and I read the message. Can’t wait.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” I tell the girls, standing up. I dry my feet off on my towel and then slip inside the air conditioned house, shivering at the chill. I glance out the sliding door to make sure no one followed me, and then sneak into the basement. The next five minutes are torture, waiting for Colson to join me.

The basement door opens and I hear footsteps, and for a second, I’m worried it isn’t Colson, but then I see his long legs tromping down the stairs. He grins when he sees me, and immediately, I’m in his arms. I giggle as he kisses all over my face, squeezing me to his chest. “I missed you,” he mumbles against my skin.

“Missed you more,” I tell him. He pulls back a little to look down at me, and his eyes darken. My breath hitches and I swallow hard. “Do you think we have time?” I whisper.

“I need us to have time,” he says, gripping my hips to guide me around the pool table. He turns me so I’m facing the stairs, my back to him, and he caresses my waist. His lips press to my neck and I sigh, tilting my head to give him more access to my sensitive skin.

“Mm, come on, baby,” I plead, eyes closing as he tucks my bathing suit to the side and brings his fingers between my legs, finding me wet from just the idea of him fucking me.

He groans softly and spreads my arousal around. “Fuck,” he grunts. “So wet already. Can I fuck you, baby?”

“Of course,” I say hastily, arching my back a little.

“Fuck,” Colson breathes, and then I can hear him taking down his swim trunks. I gasp when I feel the head of his cock against my entrance, and I do my best to stifle a whimper as he bends his knees and slides in. “Missed you so much,” he sighs as he pushes in to the hilt.

I shiver and close my eyes, biting my lip hard. I grip the table with shaking hands. “M-missed you, too,” I manage. “Fuck, Cols–”

Colson picks up his pace right away, gripping my hips firmly, and I whine in the back of my throat, hanging my head. It’s so hard not to moan, not to cry out his name when he’s filling me so perfectly. I can tell Colson is trying to conceal his moans, too, letting nothing but soft grunts and sighs slip past his lips.

“More,” I beg, and Colson listens, pressing me harder into the table to fuck me faster. The head of his cock is slamming right into my g-spot and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood to stifle my sounds. I whimper when I feel myself starting to pulse around him, when out of nowhere–

“What the fuck?”

Oh no.

Oh, god no.

Cash.

My eyes fly open and with a curse, Colson pulls back from me, yanking his shorts back up hastily. My heart is pounding so hard that Colson can probably hear it. Cash stands at the bottom of the stairs, stock still, looking back and forth between me and Colson. He’s breathing hard and his face is red. He is pissed. Furious.

“Cash,” I say warningly, but he shakes his head.

“Nah, I’m not doing this.” He throws up his hands and starts up the stairs.

“Cash, wait!” I call, coming around from behind the table.

“No, you can both fuck off,” he says, pausing before coming back down the stairs. “And you,” he says to Colson, coming a little closer. Colson stands stiffly behind the pool table, jaw clenched and mouth shut. “You. I told you not to fucking do that. Fuck you, Kells.” With that, he turns and storms up the stairs, leaving me and Colson in his wake.

“Fuck,” I say weakly, covering my face with my hands as tears well in my eyes.

Colson comes over and wraps my shaking body in his arms. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. “It’ll be okay.”

“This is the worst possible way for him to find out,” I whine, burying my face in his chest. “I need to talk to him.”

“Not now,” Colson says after a moment’s hesitation.

“Yeah,” I agree. “Not a good idea when he’s raging like this.” I bite my lip. “What do we do, Col?” I pull back from the embrace to look up at him.

Colson smiles weakly but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Guess we don’t have to hide anymore,” he says halfheartedly.

I sigh and rest my forehead against his chest. Fuck. This is so, so bad.

Colson

Presley and I don’t bother to rejoin the group. We take separate showers and retreat to our separate rooms. The plan was for her to sneak into my room after everyone else is asleep but I doubt that’ll be happening now. With Cash as fired up as he is, we definitely don’t need to be throwing it in his face.

I don’t know what to do. I have to fix this. I can’t let this fuck up Presley’s relationship with Cash, and I don’t want to lose him as a friend, either. Yeah, it will suck for the band if he leaves, but I care more about the relationships at risk. Rook knows, of course, but will the others hate me, too? My stomach is so knotted with anxiety that it physically hurts not to curl up in the fetal position.

I must lie there for hours trying to fall asleep, but I already struggle to sleep without Pres beside me, and with the anxiety I’m feeling, there’s no way I’m getting any shut eye tonight. I have to do something about this. I can’t go to bed this way.

Finally, I roll out of bed and head quietly down to the kitchen. I never got to have a burger, so I’m starving, even though my stomach hurts. I might as well try to eat something. I pause outside the kitchen when I see the light is already on. It’s past two in the morning now, and the house is quiet. I didn’t think anyone else was up. I tell myself to chill. It could be anyone. It’s very unlikely that it’s…

Cash. Shit. He stands in front of the open fridge, but he turns around when he sees me. His nostrils flare and his eyes darken. “You motherfucker,” he says, and then, he’s lunging at me.

It startles me so much that I don’t block the first punch. Cash’s tattooed knuckles slam right into my cheekbone and I wince, but it’s not the first time I’ve been punched and it probably won’t be the last. I take a step back when he swings again, and the third time, I catch his fist. He snarls and swings at me with the other fist, and when he misses, adrenaline must kick in because he backs me up and slams me into the wall with more force than I thought he was capable of inflicting. My head knocks back against the wall and I see stars for a second. And then, his fist collides with my nose.

“Cash, fuck, stop!” I roar, and fuck, I don’t want to hit him back, but he just keeps coming, and a guy can only take so much. Especially when I’m mad as fuck at him, too. When he rears back his fist, I throw mine and hit him hard. Blood flies and he collapses backwards into the island.

“What the fuck is going on?” Slim yells, running into the kitchen followed by Baze and Justin. When he sees Cash lunge at me again, he and Justin cut him off, holding him back. He’s like a caged lion, trying to get to his prey, gnashing his teeth as blood drips from his nose.

I’m panting hard, and Baze grabs my arm, but I shake him off. I’m not going for the kid again. I just needed him to stop hitting me. I swipe my hand across my face and it comes away bloody. I’m not as mad as I should be. The fight seems to slowly go out of Cash and we’re all quiet, the eye of the storm.

Until Hurricane Presley enters.

“What the fuck?” she cries, looking between me and Cash. She can obviously tell I’m more beaten up than her brother, and she quickly decides on her victim. Her nostrils flare and her eyes darken just like her twin’s, and suddenly, the resemblance is uncanny. The only difference is that Presley scares me and Cash doesn’t.

She zeroes in on Cash and even Slim and Justin know to back away. “Cash David Carver, I’m going to fucking kill you!” she screams, and I’ve never heard her this way, almost feral. She lunges at Cash and, despite him having four inches on her, she throws him to the ground with ease. “You motherfucker! How dare you! Colson doesn’t deserve that!” She’s not even hitting him, she’s just sitting on his chest pinning his arms down with her knees. “What is wrong with you!” she yells.

The rest of us are dead silent. No one expected this to happen tonight. Rook, Ash, and Olivia eventually find their way to the kitchen, too. When Olivia sees Cash, her eyes widen. “Oh my god!” she says. “Cash–”

“Get away from us,” Presley snarls, and my blood runs cold. Holy shit. My girlfriend is scary when she’s furious. She turns back to Cash and looks down at him. He looks a little scared and he doesn’t fight against her. Before any of us can predict it, Presley’s hand winds back and she smacks him across the face so hard that each and every one of us cringes, a few “oooh”s rising.

With that, Presley gets to her feet and goes to the sink, ripping off a paper towel. She gets it wet and then makes her way to me. She bunches up the towel and gently dabs at my face. My eyelashes flutter at her gentle touch. Cash has to get over this. He has to. We love each other. Pres gently wipes off the blood, examining my face with her beautiful eyes. “There,” she says softly. “I think that’s all. You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine,” I say quietly. Presley nods and then leans in, kissing me softly.

“What the fuck?” Slim says, looking over at Rook who’s stone faced. “You knew, man?”

“Sorry,” Rook says, but he doesn’t sound sorry.

“Who the fuck else knew?”

“Just me,” Olivia says quietly. Cash is sitting against the island now and he looks over at Olivia, his eyes flashing with pain.

“Oh, this is so fucked up,” he croaks, getting to his feet. “I’m out.” With that, he sulks out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

“Cash, wait!” Liv calls, scurrying after him, leaving the rest of us standing in the kitchen.

Justin clears his throat. “Um. Explain?” he asks.

Presley looks up at me and I clear my throat. “Presley and I are together,” I say slowly. “She’s my girlfriend.” I gain confidence the more I speak and I stand up a little straighter. “And I love her. I don’t give a fuck what any of y’all think, I’m not a manwhore who can’t keep his dick in his pants, ight? I’m capable of falling in love and I have. I’ve found the girl I want to be with forever. And if anyone else has shit to say about it, take a look at Cash’s face and decide if that’s the right move.” I’m breathing hard when I’m done, but I soften when Presley wraps her arm around my waist. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and tug her close.

“Dude,” Slim says, and that’s when I realize he’s smiling. So are Justin, Baze, and Ashleigh.

Baze laughs and shakes his head. “You crazy motherfucker,” he says. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Same,” Slim says with a chuckle. “You two look great together.”

“If you’re happy, we’re happy,” Justin adds.

“I’m just mad you didn’t tell me,” Ash says.

I relax immediately, pressing a kiss to Presley’s forehead. “Thanks,” I croak. “But Cash hates me. He told me when Pres first joined us to stay away from her. Clearly I didn’t listen.”

The boys wince. “But that’s not fair,” Presley says. “I’m 23 years old, just like Cash. It’s not up to him who I date.”

“True,” Slim says with a nod.

“Probably just weird to see his sister with his friend,” Rook says quietly. “Not saying he did the right thing, just…saying.”

I sigh softly, suddenly exhausted. I can’t believe I hit Cash. Fuck. When I hear Presley sniffle, I look down, and I can see her silently crying. “Hey,” I say softly, holding her face. “Are you okay?”

She sniffs again. “This is so messed up,” she whimpers. “Cash is my best friend. I can’t believe he hit you.”

“I hit him back,” I say.

“Of course you did,” she says. “Was he coming at you?” I hesitate, then nod. “Exactly. Self-defense.” She wipes her eyes. “God, I’m so mad at him.”

“I know,” I say softly.

“But he’s hurt,” she says. “I need to go check on him.”

I nod and let her go. “Okay.” Presley takes a deep breath and then leaves the kitchen. I groan and sink to the ground, tearing my hands through my hair. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

“It’s gonna be fine, dude,” Slim says. “Cash’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know,” I croak. “What if he doesn’t? Pres won’t choose me over her brother.” And there it is. That’s what I’m really scared of. Cash will never approve, and Presley will never choose a guy over her family, and she’ll break my fucking heart. Suddenly, it’s all too much. All of the emotions that I held in for 29 years, all of the anger and fear and love and joy and misery, and much to my horror, I start to cry in front of my friends, the toughest dudes I know.

But then the toughest dudes I know are sitting next to me, pulling me into their arms. “It’s okay, bro, it’s all good,” Slim soothes.

“It’s alright, Kells,” Baze adds.

Ash hands me a tissue and sits down on the floor. Thank god for these friends. I would be totally lost without them. We sit there for a long time, and Presley, Cash, and Olivia never resurface. I need to get up and check on Presley, but I’m so scared to talk to her.

“Ash,” I say. “Will you go check on Pres?”

“Of course.” Ash gets to her feet and heads upstairs. Five minutes later, she’s back down, and she looks apprehensive. “Cash and Olivia are locked in her room and Presley is locked in hers.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “I gotta go check on Presley.” I get to my feet and hug my brothers, then take a deep breath and head up the stairs to find my girl.

Sure enough, her door is locked and I rap softly. “Pres, baby, it’s Colson.”

Silence.

My gut twists. “Pres?” I knock again. Nothing. I let my forehead fall against the door and I sigh shakily, closing my eyes. I can’t do this. I got into a physical fight with one of my close friends, my girlfriend is locked in her room ignoring me, and I cried for the first time in years in front of my friends. Everything is such a fucking mess.

And I can’t handle it.

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i want to hear all ur rwrb movie thoughts x

OOF OKAY buckle up this is gonna be a long one. i'll put everything under a read more because i really really didnt like the movie and also it's gonna be spoilery

but i will leave my one opinion that has no bearing on anything above which is THEY FUCKED THE TURKEY SCENE WHICH IS ONE OF MY FAV SCENES IN THE WHOLE BOOK. i wanted alex to say "puttheturkeysinmyroomputtheturkeysinmyroomputtheturkeysinmyroom" to the fucking president and then have a complete meltdown about the gobble and it DIDNT HAPPEN

also i should probably mention that ive read this book like 7 times and it's my comfort read so im v close to the source material

i really feel like they took out all of the heart in the story. i was reading that variety article that said they wanted to take out everything that wasnt focused just on the relationship or whatever but everything in their lives is what makes the relationship so GOOD and relatable. they took out all of the angst and pining and buildup and made the characters so flat and i didn't believe a single thing about their relationship.

the characters truly felt like different people. alex had none of the desperation that he does in the books. we dont see him teetering on the edge of everything and barely holding it together while pretending everything is completely fine. we don't see him working SO hard to ignore everything bad in his life while pretending he's just this golden boy who has his whole life figured out. we don't see him working so hard towards his almost unattainable political goals while simultaneously trying to prove himself. we don't see his meltdowns and panic attacks and insomnia. we don't see henry being the boy who just wants to be a writer but is forced into this role that he doesn't fit into. we don't see him spilling his guts in emails because he can finally talk about all of the things he's kept hidden and found someone he can finally be himself with who doesn't just see him as the perfect little princeling. we don't get to see his deep grief and depression or his anxiety about being out in public and always being on display or the constant battle he has about his duty to his country and just wanting to be himself. he kinda just turned into this broy prince dude who was kinda concerned about being gay and also being a prince but also sorta didnt really seem to care?

the fact that they made alex kinda know he was bi before the story started also completely changed his entire character. we don't get to see him figuring out parts of himself with henry, we don't get to struggle with trying to figure out what it means to be bi and also want the reddest parts of the US to relate to him. we don't even get the convo he has with nora about him being bi, it just got turned him whether or not he likes henry which felt way less impactful. also, keeping his parents together made parts of the story not even make sense. like why the fuck did they go to lake house to meet his dad if henry had already met him because his parents are still together?

the secondary characters were also SO FLAT and basically nonexistent. the fact that pez was called percy the entire time annoyed me. like i know that's his name but i feel like they toned down his character so much and part of that was never calling him pez. bea was basically nonexistent and was just like the sweet little sister (which, also, why the fuck did they change the birth order??). taking june out was a HUGE blow to alex's characterization and the storytelling as a whole and nora was so bland. she's one of my fav characters in the book because she's so fun and chaotic and movie nora was just like ,, idk cool and chill and was a total different character. also making henry's mom just be absent because she's travelling or whatever and then not be there when they're talking to the king was such a weird choice. also don't get me started on miguel, i can't believe took out raf just to put that jealous fucker in. aghhhh. also zahra was much less of a boss bitch than she was in the books. when she called shaan and was all snippy i was like ma'am you sound SILLY right now.

taking out all of the mental health rep also made me really sad. so much of the story was exploring grief and depression and anxiety and adhd and addiction and that just didn't exist at all. if they wanted to just make it a love story then that's fine, but you can't tell me that two guys in their situations would be neurotypical and not deal with any sort of grief at all.

and the EMAILS. my god, who was fucking in charge of that change because i seriously c a n n o t. where was the poetry and the angst and the historical references? why were they just like "hi im in texas, miss you" and "im reading this cool book, miss you too". so much of their relationship development happens in those emails and there's so many iconic lines and we got none of that. it also made it feel way less impactful when the emails got leaked. was there really so many scandalous things in those emails? between these flat ass characters? you can't convince me anyone actually cared about those. also the fact that miguel leaked them made NO sense. what did he have to gain? he was just mad that alex didnt wanna hook up with him again so he decided to be jealous and petty? i don't understand. also if they didn't fuck the emails they wouldn't have had to awkwardly shoehorn the "history huh" line into the museum scene. i half expected alex to turn to the camera and wink like he was in the office or some shit.

they also changed the timeline enough that everything felt so weirdly paced. they apparently aged them up, which i didnt even realize when i was watching the movie, so the love story would feel "believable" or some shit, but why can't 23 year olds be in love? why do they have to be older? also henry being like "i want to be make love tonight" EXCUSE ME SIR? in this hotel room? book henry would fucking NEVER.

my last gripe is alex's coming out speech. first, why did they have to change it? the speech in the book was SO good and impactful and the one in the movie was just ,, bland? where was "love is indomitable" and "he is my choice" and "im the first son son of the united states and i'm bisexual. history will remember us"? also why did he make the speech before even talking to henry? he essentially outted him to the entire fucking world without even having a little chat with him first which was truly fucked.

WAIT MY ACTUAL LAST THING was why did their outfits suck so much in the show. where was alex's bomber jacket during the reelection? he looked like an office bro and i was not into it.

#wow that was so long #thanks for letting me rant coco #mutual: cossette #anti rwrb #rwrb

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thedenofravenpuff · 1 year

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My Current Thoughts on SAMS

Because I can’t help but look too deep into things often unnecessarily, and I’m a rambler of nature, here’s some of my thoughts on The Sun & Moon Show so far, just to get stuff off my chest

SPOILERS, assumptions and ideas ahead!

Warning, WALL OF TEXT and running on tangents. Did try to organize my thoughts somewhat..

So, we all upset about Lunar, yes? Well, besides those celebrating, you know who you are, I don’t care.

The Death Of Lunar So, Eclipse used Lunar as hostage on Monty, we saw that coming once Eclipse made the connection himself realizing that yeah, Monty doesn’t give a flying crap about anyone, not even himself. EXCEPT for Lunar, home he travelled through Hell for, gave them their own body, offered a place to stay when scared, offered support and genuine advice through the time knowing each other. Monty has a backup plan for everyone, even to kill Moon if needed, but would clear do ANYTHING for Lunar at this point.

To be honest, I liked that plot point. Lunar in danger to really show how far characters will go, Eclipse and Monty both, with highest stakes possible.

Then they took it a step further and had Eclipse right out kill Lunar. And yeah, Eclipse made it clear times before how much resentment he holds for Lunar, which goes beyond just the betrayal but I’ll get more into that in a minute.

What hit hardest here is the exact way the show writers and actors decided to take this.

One of the most popular characters on the show, even with controversy around their existence a bit ago, taken out of the equation is one thing. They killed off characters before, (Eclipse, Blood Moon) and we seen them return. Another thing is... Lunar was taken out crying and begging for his life.

Even though he insisted on his stance that Eclipse shouldn’t get the Newton Star, no matter the sacrifices necessary to keep him from it.. Lunar also made it clear, they don’t wanna die. They are still a young AI which lots to learn, making a new life to revolving around Eclipse. Lunar wanted to keep growing, family bonding, making friends.. That was all taken away by Eclipse lying and breaking his promise to Monty.

Lunar, still more or less a child compared to the other animatronics, was taken out crying and begging. Afraid, scared for their very existence, facing their very worst nightmare and then... gone. Just like that.

For those adoring Lunar, the fans relating to him, those who just hyperfixated on Lunar as their blorbo.. that’s ONE HECK of a way to kill of a robot child.

Am I saying this is bad? Not really. Just... VERY impactful. As effective as that is for story writing... it feels awfully misplaced. This show is.. a silly video game channel.

Twists and Turns Of Story Telling I never minded the growing drama, I frigging loved it the more dramatic it got, calling it my “daily soaps”, my soap opera I cannot miss a single episode of! But I also get it when people started complaining about it becoming a bit TOO angsty and twisted, a bit too traumatic for the characters. What’s supposed to be silly jokes on a silly comedy channel about playing video games, can no longer be viewed as such, the more serious their story arcs became.

Moon is abusive and too socially incompetent to help anyone, Sun being the butt of jokes leaving him a sad husk in serious need of therapy, everyone’s a hypocrite, constantly dancing the lines between Murder Is Okay, Murder Is A Joke and If You Kill People You Can Never Be Forgiven.

Earth was added just to have someone not being an arsehole, only an airhead, with enough social competence to actually offer genuine advice WITHOUT the baggage of committing the acts of putting Sun down one way or another, as everyone else has in the past. If she wasn’t introduced as their sister, I legit would have thought she was going to be ship bait with Sun just cuz she’s the only one being genuine kind to him WITHOUT being a hypocrite or immediately using him for jokes again right after apologizing.

The twist and turns of telling their story more and more dramatic and serious, the more it clash to the way they write their comedy and improve their jokes in the Let’s Plays or crossovers with the other channels.

I’m not saying either one is bad, just that it doesn’t necessarily mix very well in the long run. Of course this divides the audience, who are either there for the drama, the characters and/or the light hearted Let’s Plays. Sure, yes, such CAN exist together, but not everyone can find the balance in that, both in creators and audience.

The Death of Lunar II Now I better get back to my original point.

Lunar as a character and his death. Granted I have no doubt he’s going to be back, if the Twins can defy their own death, even if just hallucinations (although claiming to be regenerating their nano machines), so can one of the most popular characters too.

But why did he have to die? Story wise, really just for dramatic effect I’m sure. Maybe writers going “Oh, you all mad about ‘too many characters’ on this show?? Let’s see how you feel about us KILLING THEM OFF!” just to make a statement, maybe not.

In-story though? In-character? Yeah.. Eclipse WOULD do that. Just like that.

He said to Lunar how he loathed them even from the very beginning, he wanted them gone the first chance no longer needing them. They were just to replace Blood Moon, who went out of control and became a threat.

Lunar was created to be obedient, easily dominated by Eclipse yet fearless enough to be a menace to others. To be Moon’s opposite, loving to play with kids, being happy and silly, curious about life rather than bitter.

Eclipse hated Lunar for more than the betrayal later down the line, he hated them before that.

Eclipse’s Choice In the past he claimed Lunar was created by recycling parts of himself he wanted rid of. Code infected by being in Sun’s body, Sun having a larger emotional range than Eclipse, his moments of happiness and his positivity.

Eclipse CHOSE to be the way he was. He came into existence from the kill code Moon left behind in Sun’s body, an unintentional backup copy of Moon getting corrupted, growing, taking its time to evolve into a proper AI while stewing. Stewing on abandonment issues.

Some of my most faved lines from Eclipse in the past:

Eclipse: “Oh, so I’m a child now?” Moon: “Yeah, because you act like one! For one, you got abandonment issues.” Eclipse: “I guess I do. But now, I all I have is anger.”

Eclipse: “Why did you leave me behind!!?”

Eclipse chose to stay bitter, focused on his anger, even when claiming to put petty revenge behind him, he stayed focused on being bitter and mean.

He removed anything happy from himself, to use it as base code for Lunar.

He hated Lunar’s existence not because he needed someone so beneath him to complete his plans.. but because Lunar represents what he saw as weakness within himself. He saw Sun and Moon as weak and unworthy because of their love, love for each other as much as their love for things they enjoyed to do. Moon wanting to “do better” than his original coding with the homicide code.

Eclipse did reject being Kill Code himself, corrupted too much by the influence of Sun and Moon, becoming his own thing. He wanted to be above all, even his supposed intended purpose.

Lunar carried what he saw as his flaws. Seeing Lunar rebel and reject his teachings, joining Sun and Moon as brothers, making friends, finding things to love.. only a reminder of what Eclipse sought out to avoid himself from becoming.

He only allows himself anger and disgust.

In the past we do see him enjoy messing with Sun and Moon, mocking them, finding joy in making Sun act out, making people distrust him by rambling about the joy of violence when in control.

Once he and Lunar took over the channel, he seemed ever so disinterested in playing games with Lunar, even violent ones. He just wanted to work on getting the Star. Even now whenever we hear him laugh, it’s joyless. He didn’t celebrate killing Lunar, merely dusting off his hands, cleaning the board of his last mistake.

Lunar had to die due to the symbolism of what this means about Eclipse as a character.

The Death of Lunar III As much as Kill Code showed interest in changing for the better, Eclipse made it clear that’s not in the cards for him. Heck, if ever learning of KC’s change of heart would only make him more disgusted with him than he already is.

Lunar was the part of himself he wanted rid of. Seeing others around him change through simple joys and disgusting acts of kindness, he ain’t changing chances. He killed that part of himself to avoid the fate of ‘inviting in weakness’.

That part was Lunar.

Eclipse ain’t getting redemption, because he removed any such chance of change from himself long ago and then destroyed its embodiment.

Yeah we got “Good Eclipse” from a different dimension, but he went through a different story with different choices, showing actual interests in joy and kindness. I imagine meeting his opposite self only pushed Eclipse further to wanting, needing, to kill Lunar no matter the outcome with the star.

I like Eclipse as a villain for this very reason, even before he went this far. Unapologetically evil, he sees himself as the great outcome, the god of a new world. He want to make the world make sense the way HE sees it, without elements he sees as weakness. Ironically less of a hypocrite than everyone else, cuz he face up to what he is and make no excuses, while any time the others try to play the role as “good people” is often by downplaying or full on ignoring their own mistakes made.

The short of it But yeah, just.. some of my thoughts on this whole thing.

Am I reading too much into things? Most definitely I got NO CLUE what kind of thought process goes into the writing of these story arcs and how much happens purely from random improve that force changes to the ongoing story.

Is why I enjoy watching the show still, even as people start finding fault with it, as it jumps more and more sharks.

Is crazy mess and I enjoy it, even with its flaws.

tl;dr Lunar’s death was coming because to Eclipse he represents the part of himself he wants dead: Joy, kindness, urge to evolve as a person rather than a machine.

Right choice story wise with how fans react? Eh, no clue, but I just look too deep into things.

Thank you for reading this far

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