#hi idk where this came from but i'm touch starved and wanted to write something so here we are

[tyungelic]

you're struggling to zip up the back of your dress so your boyfriend taehyun comes to your rescue. he steps behind you and places his strong hand on the small of your back, the warmth of his fingers grazing your bare back before you feel the zipper slowly slide closed until it reaches the top. taehyun brushes your hair over your shoulder and presses a kiss to the back of your neck, he wraps his arms around your waist and you stay like that for a moment, reveling in each other's warmth

[swaggy-waggy-gvf]

I love your writing! It brings a smile to my face!

Can you do a fic where your being an absolute brat and Danny keeps tally of everything then when you get home he delivers one hell of a punishment?

Princess - drw

Warnings

Smut 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), m!dom f!sub dynamic, edging, spanking, public stuff kind of, degradation?, a smidge of choking, ✨️daddy kink✨️, squirting

2.5k words

Idk if this is what you were looking for, but I hope I did your request justice

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You weren't quite sure why you decided to do this today, but nonetheless you were doing it.

You were being a complete and utter brat.

It had started with Danny trying to get ready, delicately tending to his curls fresh out the shower. You had tried to distract him, to get him to pay attention to you instead. Slowly creeping up behind him, arms reaching around his waist to loosen the towel hanging low on his hips.

A simple

"No."

With his hands removing you from his body served as his answer to your not so subtle request. You pouted at him, almost childishly crossing your arms in a mimick of a temper tantrum as you made eye contact in the mirror.

"Sweetheart," He sighed, face softening as he turned to face you, " I have to go into the studio today, you know that."

You continued your silent glare.

"Look, how about you come meet me there this afternoon? You can watch us finish up these tracks, and then we'll come home and I'll treat you like the princess you are? Ok?"

"Fine." You rolled your eyes. You had wanted him then and there, and really, you should've just behaved until he came home. He had already promised you exactly what you wanted, just later. But of course, that would've been too simple.

So you let him finish getting ready, and waved him goodbye as he left to meet his brothers in the studio. You quickly hopped into the shower after he left, devising your plan as you got ready for the day.

Step one was choosing your outfit.

Simple enough, right?

No, not today.

You were put off by his rejection, even though you knew he would've rather stayed in bed with you than go into the studio. And so you decided you could tease him a little while he worked.

After searching through your entire wardrobe, and his, you settled on a sundress. Deep forest green, falling at your mid-thigh. Danny had loved this one the second you brought it home, and frequently told you how stunning you looked in it.

So you slipped the dress over your body, foregoing any underwear.

You touched up your hair and makeup, slipping on some shoes and booking your uber to the studio.

You arrived just as the guys were wrapping up to take a break.

"Hey y/n" Jake smiled from his seat, quickly turning his attention back to Sam in the recording booth as he finished playing the new riff. You took a seat beside Josh, he flashed you a quick smile before continuing to scribble down lyrics in his old tattered notebook. Finally, your eyes landed on Danny, deeply invested in making sure everything Sam played was perfect, barely even acknowledging your presence. He was a perfectionist at heart, but his indifference to you relit the bratty streak he'd begun to unearth this morning.

Only a few moments later, Sam's playing stopped, and he emerged from the booth.

"I'm fucking starving. Lunch?"

The twins both hummed in agreement with their brother, but danny gently shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to work on his solo for the next tour.

The sounds of the kiszkas bickering about where to get food gently drifted down the hallway until they were out of earshot, and Danny slowly rose from his seat.

"Hey darling" He murmured, coming to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Mind if I work on this for a minute? I know I invited you, but Sam ended up taking longer than we thought and I really need to work on this and how it connects to songs. You know how it goes." He gently chuckled, lips still resting against your hair.

You nodded, smiling softly, he missed the mischievous glint in your eyes as be entered the booth and settled behind his kit. He flashed you a quick smile through the glass separating you before beginning to play.

His playing was animalistic, arms thrashing wildly. It never failed to turn you on, so as his arms began to slow you delicately uncrossed your legs, pulling the hem of your dress just enough to reveal yourself to him.

As he landed one final crash on the cymbals, his eyes met yours, then he noticed. His eyes darkened instantly, and he shook his head, mouthing a stern "no." To you.

You took no notice, running your hand down your thigh, until it dipped under the hem of your dress. Slowly, you gathered the wetness that had been building between your thighs, grazing your fingertips across your clit. He never broke his stare, his grip on his drumsticks tightening at your defiance.

You let your eyes flutter shut, slowly giving into the pleasure building in your stomach.

The sound of a door slamming snapped you out of your trance as Danny stormed over to you.

"What. The. Fuck." He spat.

"I need you daddy. Needed you all day."

You tried to play coy, but he wasn't having any of it.

"And I told you, later. And I tried to be sweet to you, inviting you into the studio with me. I was planning on spoiling you later, such a shame I'm going to have to punish you instead."

He leaned down, his hand resting at the base of your neck. A warning.

"You're such a slut" He breathed against your ear.

The sounds of the kiszkas returning from lunch snapped danny out of his trance. His eyes were still darkened but he was able to put up a facade of simply being frustrated with his solo. You excused yourself, claiming the beginnings of a painful headache were plaguing you, and slipped out the door and home.

You figured you had dug yourself deep enough, and you knew you were in for one hell of a punishment and didn't want to make it worse. Danny was typically a gentle lover, times like this were far and few between. Times where he let himself be consumed by it, when he let go and the gentle lovemaking you grew accustomed to became nothing more than the natural desire to give and to take.

Hours passed, you had swaped the dress for comfy shorts and one of his shirts, you hair was up and your makeup was off. You had cooked dinner but ended up eating it alone, wondering if you really did take it too far. You were about to call your losses and head to bed when the sound of the door slamming took you by surprise.

"Get your ass on that bed naked in the next 30 seconds or so help you."

Fuck.

He was pissed.

You hurried upstairs, stripping your clothes as you went. You laid across the bed, and a few minutes later he followed you into the room.

"Oh princess, look at you, you do know how to behave. So tell me why you decided to be such a fucking brat today, huh?"

You just shook your head, unable to form an answer that would suffice.

"And that's strike 3 now. You just keep making this worse for yourself."

You felt your wetness slowly making a mess between your thighs at his stern tone and stony glare.

"So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to punish you, for everytime you misbehaved today. And when I feel like you deserve it, you get to cum. Ok?"

"Yes daddy." You whispered. You rarely called him that, but you knew he would accept nothing else tonight.

He stepped forward, tugging his shirt off and climbing onto the bed. Spreading your legs apart, he immediately plunged two fingers into you, setting a relentless pace.

You let moans flow wantonly from your mouth, uncaring of if the neighbours could hear.

"Daddy- oh- daddy I'm close I'm gonna-"

And just as you were about to let it wash over you, he pulled his hand away, leaving you dripping and desperate.

"Wha-"

"I told you, you're getting punished. Now what do you think that one was for?"

He stared down his nose at you, one eyebrow quirked upward, await a response.

When you had nothing to say, he quickly filled in for you.

"That, was for trying to distract me this morning." You understood what he was looking for now, and you knew that was only the beginnings of his punishment.

He grabbed you by your waist, flipping you over with ease so you laid across his lap.

His large hand stroked almost gently across your ass, before coming down with a harsh crack against your skin. He pulled your hair back so he could meet your eyes, silently checking in that this was ok, a small reminder that he was still your danny underneath all this. You nodded wordlessly, arching your back and presenting your ass towards him for another hit. This time, when his hand his your reddened flesh, you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as you walked the line between pain and pleasure. His spanked you 3 more times, you could feel yourself dripping onto his lap more with each hit. Finally, he brought his hand down between your legs, landing a swift smack to your neglected pussy.

Your whole body jolted forward.

"Daddy please"

"Oh someone liked that," you could hear the smirk in his voice, "Look how wet you are for daddy, dripping all over my jeans. You're making quite the mess princess."

He sunk his fingers back into you, using his thumb to rub quick circles on your clit. Still sensitive from being edged, it didn't take long before you felt the familiar heat in your stomach.

"Daddy, daddy, I'm cl-ose"

Your voice cracked as you knew your orgasm would be denied again.

Just as you predicted, he removed his hand, once again flipping you so you laid spread across the bed on your back.

"And what was that one for, sweetheart?"

He settled on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That was for what I did at the studio, daddy"

He hummed in approval,

"That's right, it was for acting like a dirty little slut. Right there on that couch where anyone could've walked in on you. Acting like a depraved little whore, like I don't take care of you, huh? So starved for attention you finger yourself right there in my workplace."

You didn't know where this had come from, but his words made you clench around nothing, desperate for any kind of relief.

Without saying another word, he lowered his head, his tongue teasing your entrance.

He lapped lazy stripes up to your clit, closing his lips around the little bud to gently suck.

You were almost screaming at this point, sweat coating your body, thrashing against the sheets. It was sinful, the way his tongue lowered to your entrance again, this time pushing inside as the bridge of his nose bumped against your clit.

He flattened his tongue, hooking his hands around your thighs, urging you to grind against his face. Each drag against his mouth had you falling in deeper, just as it was about to wash over you, it was gone.

He sat up, licking his lips.

"And that, was for not answering me when I spoke to you."

His gaze softened, and in a stark contrast to his previous actions, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, pulling back to let his forehead rest against yours.

"Please baby, I need you do you think you can take me now?"

His facade had broken, and all that was left of his anger was animalistic desire.

"Please daddy," you nearly sobbed, "Please I need you I need to cum, please."

He sat up, finally freeing himself from the constriction of his jeans, hooking his thumbs in his boxers to pull the down as well. His erection slapped up against his stomach, hard and flushed a deep red, leaking precum already. You had almost forgotten through your punishment that he hadn't been touched. You reached forward to take him in your hand.

"No, princess, I need to be inside. Need you now."

He took both your wrists in one hand, holding them above your head as he lined himself up. With one swift movement, he sheathed himself inside you, pausing for a moment to let you adjust.

"Please, danny, please move." You breathed.

He immediately began thrusting, a relentless pace chasing his high. He pulled you hips up into his lap, angling you so that every thrust would brush against that spot. Both of you had been so wound up it wouldn't take long. His free hand dropped to rub steady circles against your clit, this time pulling you under with him. His head resting in the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses where he could reach.

"I'm so close danny, I'm gonna cum" You moaned.

"Cmon princess, do it, cum for me. Soak me."

You threw your head back, back arching away from the bed as it finally hit you. It washed over you, pleasure coursing through your body, fulfilling Danny's wishes. You rained down onto his lap.

You were faintly aware of his moans, his head dropping against you as he shot inside you.

After a few minutes you came round to danny gently running a washcloth across you, careful not to overstimulate you. His free hand rested on your hip, a grounding touch, whether it was for you or him.

After a moment of silence he spoke up,

"Did I take it too far princess?" His voice was laced with concern, he couldn't quite meet your gaze yet. This happened, whenever he was rough with you, the fear that he'd done too much, that he'd hurt you. You placed a hand in his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.

"No danny, it was perfect, you're perfect."

The tension he was holding in his shoulder visibly released, he finally looked up at you, eyes swimming with his normal, gentle love.

"C'mere" He mumbled, pulling you to him, in a sweet embrace, placing delicate kisses to your head, moving down to your cheeks, the tip of your nose which made you giggle. Finally planting a kiss against your lips, you could feel him smiling against you and it warmed your heart.

"Not to kill the mood danny," you giggled, nose brushing against his as you broke apart from the kiss, "but we are literally sitting in a puddle of my cum, can we please at least change the sheets before we cuddle."

He threw his head back, nose scrunching as he laughed.

"Yeah princess, let me help you into the bath, then we can have fresh sheets and cuddle. Maybe if you're lucky I'll even pour you a glass of wine." He waggled his eyebrows for extra emphasis on the wine, his familiar smile softening his features.

How one man could switch up so quickly you did not know, but you were grateful he was yours.

[eluxcastar]

Who is it that looks back at you in the mirror?

── ୨୧：la signora, pantalone x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: you used to see yourself stare back at you when you looked in the mirror, but through a haze of fuzzy memories and the 'help' of the fair lady, something about your reflection looks...off.

୨୧﹑genre :: idk it's food eat it

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, implied yandere, mentions of drugging, possibly ooc, proofreading? we don't use that word in this house, bad writing and really ramble-ish tbh 😭

୨୧﹑words :: 1063

atp I'll do anything just to post so you know I'm not dead and so I can say I actually posted this year. I was going to write about Signora on her own, then about Pantalone on his own and then I remembered commedia dell'arte has them married or something and I was like "this" maybe I'll write something fluffy next time so I don't sit there for ages wondering wtf to words, I finished both posts tho so maybe they'll come next (Pantalone's came before nvm 💀)

the last people you expect to share a mutual interest are the fair lady Signora and the banker Pantalone, yet you are constantly fussed over, constantly spoiled, constantly dressed up, constantly treasured. you expect them to be rivals for your affection if they want to share you, and yet this agreement of theirs is mutually beneficial to the point they're perfectly content with sharing. the funding for Signora’s efforts in dressing you up are provided by Pantalone, allowing her the financial freedom to do anything and everything she wants to you, just so long as she turns around to flaunt the results to the banker like you're some kind of prize on auction.

it is not uncommon for Signora to fix your hair, somehow manage to find garments that compliment you even without you there, keep you at least looking happy like you're enjoying this kind of abstract torture. she gets unusually fussy when you don't eat well enough, probably the risk of you looking awkward in some outfits she picked out or maybe just you attempting to starve yourself to escape. she insists you look at it yourself to see, and in those clothes you could swear she just dressed you in, someone else stares back at you. 

every morning you're served a pill by the banker and get told to take it, regardless of the fact it makes you drowsy and weak in the knees. that's probably what make them give it to you, a concoction of drugs that keeps you just unaware enough it's hard to tell where you are or what you're doing, though you can walk and recognise things, you're kept feeling detached from yourself and just when the feeling wears off by the next morning, you're thrown back in. it feels as if a different person stares back at you in the mirror each time, someone lost and often confused, who smiles when they're told even when you thought you were resisting that. 

that person can't be you, can it?

it’s not a drastic difference, drearier than you remember. they look like you, you can tell that much. It’s just not you somehow. you used to think it was, but slowly it becomes less and less familiar. your body stops doing the things you want it to do and instead complies to the wants of those two. they want you and you go, Pantalone wants to treat you like an accessory and perch you in his lap then you sit, La Signora wants you to sit still and bear the discomfort of what she picks out and you do that. it's not a question, you just oblige.

you've never liked the way the hands of the banker touch you—like some possession that he owns—neither has Signora, you notice how she glares just a little when he has his hands all over you like a shiny ring of the finest Noctilucous Jade money can buy. still, neither of them have killed each other yet. you wonder how exactly, but maybe it's just the fact he's abusing your compliance to let him touch you. she certainly doesn't seem to mind as long as she gets to touch you too, still sitting in his lap and still the centrepiece meant for their enjoyment. 

something to be poked and prodded at and squeezed. didn't you join the Fatui to fight? when exactly was it that you lost your way and fell into the arms of these two?

at first you didn't mind, finding it to be harmless gestures, a touch that lasts too long or a stare you notice out of the corner of your eye. more than affection you'd call it merely an ‘interest’, the affection only started when one of them managed to get you working under them as a subordinate. you had to give it to her, Signora is good at getting things she really wants, apparently you were one of those things as she promptly moved you right ‘where you belong’—to her side, of course.

you didn't used to mind things that way until you began to notice that Pantalone loitered around her more and more, and you know he didn't used to do that because you caught him with so much free time before. all of the business coming out of the blue when Signora was in such a stagnant point in her work was suspicious to you. you wrote it off with his explanation of a reworking of the finances in her sector taking longer than expected. to someone who had very little involvement in her finances, it made a lot of sense. 

yes, somewhere between then and now, you tripped and fell into this neat little hole they made for you, a honey trap even. you're not sure when or how, all of that time has always been…a little fuzzier than you'd like.

when you looked in the mirror then, you saw your face looking back at you. now you see some lost little child who barely knows how to keep their head straight. for just a moment, in a rare hour on a lonely morning, you stare into that mirror and begin to see cracks of yourself shining through. have you always looked so tired? when did you get your hair to look like that? this person is still not you, but it sure does look a lot like you, a worn down version of you covered in a thick coat of idealisation to mask your weathering and slow spiral further and further into something you cannot identify.

in the very same morning you wonder if maybe you are still there to stare back at yourself in the mirror, that same pill lands in front of you with a cup of water. you recognise Pantalone’s hands, and you know that he can tell from the way you look at him and question his words that you're coming out of your haze. in response, he has to put you right back in. he claims he’s never going to force you, though you suspect that to be a lie. this life of luxury he provides you and the affection Signora gives to you will all go away if you don't take it, and in all aspects that's a good thing.

why exactly do you keep picking up that cup of water and downing that pill?

[classysassy9791]

Hello Sassy it is me again, I have been inspired by Pencils secret santa person and the questions they asked them, so.

Do you have any headcannons you would maybe like for the fic?

- Secret Santa

You know, Idk why but I cannot ramble on about headcanons like some people can looking at Pencil and Milo. It's just never been a thing for me; for some reason its hard for me to just word vomit.

But for you, I shall try.

If its going to be a GrayLu piece, I just want them being soft together. I feel as if they might both be a little touch-starved. They have a lot of grief between them, and their love is very subtle. Where Natsu's feelings and emotions are often loud and boisterous, Gray is more reserved. I also think they would enjoy stories together. We see Gray reading Lucy's draft early on in the series, and I most definitely think he would encourage her to write, and often let her bounce ideas off of him. But they can also have fun times; they're the gossiping duo and would definitely be enjoying that tea together. I also think at some point Gray talks about his childhood, even though most of it was stolen from him, and the traditions he left behind in Isvan. In Lucy-fashion, she subtly finds things to help him reconnect with what was lost - maybe a small gift (ornament, bracelet, etc) that would remind him of his birth place - or find things that are similar to the traditions he remembers - like a dance or a gift-giving. I also love the idea that Gray and Lucy were friends first, and then developed feelings later on. They've become comfortable around each other long before and romantic feelings got involved, so they grew to trust each other completely. Their biggest strength is being able to communicate - they never fear what the other will think, and make sure to lay all their cards on the table. They've always been able to have open and honest discussions. Their biggest weakness is probably becoming too comfortable, often neglecting themselves and their relationship, so things tend to get strained if either of them isn't romanced in a while (ie: going out on dates, spending time 1:1 together, planning vacations). Lucy also tends to get a little more jealous than Gray. He's always cool as a cucumber, but Lucy tends to always need a little reassurance now and then. If its regarding Lucy and her friendships, Loke is definitely her protector. He'll be there to make the hard decisions when she's emotionally incapable. He'll always put Lucy and her needs above everything else. Levy and Lucy obviously share a very special bond, connected by their love for literature. And even though their friendship often takes a back seat, Levy is who Lucy goes to whenever she needs advice or to vent. And if we're talking heart-to-hearts, Cana is Lucy's girl, especially when it came to Lucy losing her dad. Cana didn't have a dad for a long time (you know what I mean), so she gets it. She's always down for helping Lucy forget about her problems with something fun to do, and it doesn't always have to involve drinking. Between the 3 girls, Levy is definitely the most reserved and sensible of the three. Cana's the loudest and the one whose always willing to take a risk. Lucy is that sweet middle ground.

I hope this helps! If you need more inspo, feel free to slide back into my ask box. I'm also just getting off a stretch of work days, so my thoughts are a little jumbled. I'm so looking forward to what you come up with! I know I'm going to love it regardless!! <3

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Part 5 I think.

Amanda: Gordon is sick. The DOCTOR is sick

Lawrence: it isn't unheard of.

John: do you need anything?

Lawrence: rest, fluids, Tylenol or anything to keep the fever down

Jill: I'll bring some by when I get off tonight

Lawrence: thank you Jill

Mark: it's oddly quiet. Where's Adam? Shouldn't he be screaming about how Gordon is dying or some shit?

Amanda: no clue. William?

William: I'm not even in town. How am I supposed to know?

Mark: idk aren't you like horse girlfriends are something

William: no

Logan: I saw him leave this morning around 8

John: it's 4:30. He's been gone 8 and a half hours without sending a message. I don’t like this.

Mark: last time that happened he was in Texas with Schenk

William: it was a fun few days. Horseback riding, watching Adam get scared by the lions roaring at the zoo.

Amanda: thank you for the videos of both incidents. They're hilarious to watch.

William: no problem.

William: he also accidentally propositions a trucker at Waffle House

Logan: I have questions

Jill: Lawrence was asleep when I came by. Someone tell him I put medicine in his cabinet.

Mark: he says thank you

Jill: no problem at all

William: guys it's been 12 hours with nothing from Adam.

Amanda: I hope he's okay

Mark: search party?

John: I'll stay with Lawrence. You all go out and give me updates.

Logan: he's not at the library

Mark: he doesn't read. Not at the arcade

Amanda: not at the diner

Mark: grocery store clear

Logan: bar clear

Amanda: lake clear

John: he's not answering his phone.

Amanda: ice cream shop clear

William: this is concerning

Logan: Mexican restaurant clear. Anybody want dinner?

Mark: I sent you the normal orders

Logan: I saw. Thank you.

Amanda: extra guac please

John: everyone come back. We can have dinner and then figure out what to do about Adam.

Logan: someone come help me with the food.

Jill: I called Adam's phone. An employee from Hot Topic at a mall 3 states over answered. They remember Adam. He dropped his phone and just kept going. They tried to find him. They said that if he doesn't come get it by closing tomorrow they can discuss sending it back with a manager.

John: thank you Jill

William: 3 states over? What the hell is he doing?

Mark: you're out of town. What the hell are you doing?

William: steak out with Zeke Banks

Amanda: I don't believe you.

*William Emmerson sent a photo*

Amanda: he looks bored

William: we are bored

Amanda: kiss him

William: that's unprofessional

Mark: you're a Jigsaw Killer apprentice. You kill your colleagues.

Mark: and you think kissing your coworker is unprofessional

Amanda: weak dude

Logan: don't listen to them. They're just jealous and horny

Mark: horny yes. Jealous no.

Amanda: horny yes. Jealous yes. Touch starved yes. Someone just hold me please.

John: 📯📯📯

Mark: I regret teaching you emojis

John: 😂😂🤣🤣

John: any word from Adam? 🚶‍♂️

Amanda: no

Lawrence: I'm worried about him. Should we file a missing persons report?

John: if he's not back by tomorrow morning ☀

William: I forgot my keys. Is anyone awake to let me in

Lawrence: I am

John: 24 hours nothing from Adam. I'm going to fill out a missing persons

Amanda: are you still sick Lawrence?

Lawrence: I feel much better thanks.

John: Adam just called. He's fine. He realized he lost his phone. Decided to stay at a hotel so he could go back to get it and got drunk and was hungover. He just got his phone back. He's driving back today. His phone is charging.

William: I'm glad he's okay

Lawrence: me too

Amanda: yay

Mark: oh joy he's back

Logan: I just talked to him. Work brought me out a little ways. So he's picking me up on his way in.

Adam: hey guys I live.

Mark: how disappointing

Adam: rude. I was out getting Christmas presents. I may have also spend waaaaaayyyy too much money at build a bear.

John: don't text and drive

Adam: stopped for lunch.

Adam: LAWRENCE IS DYING?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!??!!???

This series is fun and quick and easy to write. It doesn't take both of my brain cells as I suffer from writers block and brain rot. I'm enjoying writing this now crack fic. Hope yall enjoy it too.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Listen. I told myself the next time I send you a review I will do it with calmness, with coherence, with dignity. All of that flew out the window the second I read the line where William is admonishing Lemon for dragging in his dirty little footprints.

I CANT KEEP IT IN OKAY I JUST CANT THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE I JUST AKFJBLJFHBLAJLAJHGBLEJHGBLASJBG

I would die for Lemon. I really, really, really would.

Snowdrop and Bluebell 🥺🥺🥺 You have no idea what reading about this shirtless eldritch god in a stag skull handling these little critters does to me. I am on the floor.

HER THINKING ABOUT HIM THINKING ABOUT HER PLEEEEASEEEE

And...oh my God. This part. When he stops her, holds her face, inquires about her being tired. "Do friends lie to each other?" THE HUG. HE WORRIES ABOUT HER. HE HOLDS HER. I THINK MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY FOR A SECOND THERE WITH ABSOLUTE CRAVING. I cried. Little sad girl tears. The touch-starved creature in me really came out. Damn you.

"You feel your heart pick up speed, desperate for more contact, you want to meld your body to his until you're one being, until you can lose yourself and find him." NOT THOUGHTS JUST SCREAMING

THE SWIMMING HOLE, THE VIEW, THEM SKINNY DIPPING, THE SUN ON HIM, THE PURENESS OF THE MOMENT, THE INNOCENCE. JUST TWO PEOPLE LIVING, HAVING FUN. MA'AM THAT DESTROYED ME, IT WAS SO SO SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MY CHEST HURT. I KNEW YOU WERE UNMATCHED WHEN IT COMES TO SMUT AND NOW I BELIEVE YOU ARE UNMATCHED WHEN IT COMES TO ANYTHING. JUST GO AHEAD AND LIGHT A FIRE INSIDE ME WHY DONT YOU.

Every time he reminds her of her short lifespan is so hot Idk why. It does things to me.

When he tucks her into his bed, in his clothes? Gives her a little kiss and goes off to make her food? GODDAMMIT WOMAN THAT REALLY AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME SAKLFJFLAJFBLAJFB I WANNA BE TAKEN CARE OF BY WILLIAM AND IM SCREAMING BECAUSE I CANT HAVE IT WHAT THE HELLLLLL. WHAT THE FUCK.

Their banter, easy conversation. The fact that he tells her these impossible things, shares secrets with such ease. I am once again on the floor, holding my cat for deal life.

"You suddenly have the dizzying thought that life was just the moments he laughed, and the spaces in between when he didn't.".................Chelsea. Come here. Come. HERE. I want to give you a kiss. On the mouth. What is this? Pure poetry??? Absolute raw longing condensed in a sentence. My heartstrings have been pulled and tethered and destroyed. Come here right now. You've rawdogged me with emotions.

Also, Frank. That is so on brand for him. I thank you for this. I love him.

Grandmaaaa. Knowing that little bit you'd shared when you were in plotting mode makes me think many thoughts. I'm mad at her already but perhaps she's got her reasons.

Ps. fuck you peter. Stupid boy.

Holding my breath till you update. BEAUTIFUL WRITING CHELSEA I CAN'T KEEP STRESSING THIS. I am well fed.

You know, my biggest challenge/ goal is bridging the gap between immortality and mortality.

The swimming scene acknowledges that they've always wanted something that they never got, that childish wonder, that playfulness out of life. Will would have never been around beings that would have enjoyed playing with him. The people that taught him everything he knows, most definitely did it in a resigned manner. Even the lovers he's taken has only wanted one thing from him. He's very rarely had someone to laugh with him, aside from the few mortals he would have befriended over the years.

A similar thing can be said about Y/N, she's had to always be reliable, dependent, quiet, obedient, unable to express this kind of wild, joyful emotion.

A connection spanning a centuries wide gap.

The reason I wrote in that he keeps reminding her of her own mortality, is that he wants to remind her, that he's not human. When she falls for him, it's not because she can close her eyes and imagine that he's human, she's going to fall for him as a god. She has to accept him how he is. It's also why she hasn't asked about him wearing the skull and horns when he's outside. She just accepts him for who he is. You don't stop a hurricane, you experience it.

SO I NEVER SAID HE KISSED HER. SHE JUST FELT A LITTLE PRESSURE. HE COULD HAVE BEEN WIPING SOME REMNANTS OF TEA FROM HER LIP FOR ALL I SAID. I LEFT THAT UP TO THE READERS INTERPRETATION. Interesting that you made a kiss out of it ahahahhahahah.

😘😘😘😘😘

I missed you so much babe, don't ever leave me again.

[transromanticism]

alright so shawngus + the lyrics “you wrote 100 letters just for me/ and i find them in my closet in the pockets of my jeans/ now i'm constantly reminded of the time i was 19/ every single one's forgotten in a laundromat machine”

(like this is gus 5ish years after shawn left after graduation without saying anything. gus went a couple of months without hearing from him and then shawn started sending letters/postcards and he never really explained himself but just acted like everything was normal (ok maybe he apologised a bit). and gus never responded to any of them bc he was mad (going off the same theme as my other ask), and then these vibes).

okay so LMAO i was planning on writing a proper fic out of this (still might tbh who knows i sure don't) but since it has taken so long already and i feel bad for letting this ask in my inbox, here's an outline? i guess? went kinda jackwild with it but stuck to the lyrics at least so hope you like it :P

after graduation shawn just up and left. gus is left a little too shaken up, but after some days he notices how the signs were there, shawn always talking about leaving, learning other stuff, etc etc. he thinks it was kind of inevitable, you can't really stop shawn spencer, can you? doesn't mean he's not angry.

only thing gus has wrt shawn's status is whatever he talked about prior to leaving, and the little note he left at the Spencers' fridge (it said like, left and not coming back anytime soon, will keep in touch, tell gus i'm sorry). gus has no idea what shawn means by keeping in touch, but after a couple months, his parents call him about a letter from shawn addressed to gus and if they should send it to him.

it becomes a monthly? bi-weekly? thing, then: shawn sends a letter to the gusters' house in santa barbara, and they send it to gus at college. when gus goes back to sb, he either goes to his parents' house to pick up the letter, or they send it to his house.

the subject of the letter range from updates on shawn's life to miscellaneous ramblings. the first letter was an explanation and apology to gus, the awkwardness palpable in the words. the following letters still had this feeling of i wanna keep in touch, but i'm not sure i should. shawn always ended the letters with some questions on how gus was doing, first in hope he would answer, and later on just more out of routine. he would never get angry at gus for not responding, knows too well gus has every right to still be mad at him. shawn got worried gus wouldn't like his letters, especially after he inicially never got a reply, but, yknow, he never got a reply, nothing saying him to stop, and he would rather bother gus with his business then to hurt gus even more.

so! this keeps going on for the 10 years shawn's away, until he comes back (the last letter he sent said he was coming back, so it's not such a surprise to gus when he arrives at his doorstep a little out of breath bc he had to ask the gusters where gus was currently at). they don't really mention the letter, tbh. like, after some days, shawn asks gus if he ever got his letters, and when gus answers yes, shawn asks if he read then, to which gus days yes, and after a beat he days thank you and doesn't really elaborate, and shawn's not sure he has the right to pry, so he just smiles at gus and leaves the subject.

UNTIL when gus's moving, he calls shawn to help him pack and stuff (completely forgot how moving works lmao sorry), and while shawn's rummaging through gus's closet, he finds this box? chest? idk in the back of the closet, behind all this stuff, with some dust over it, all worn out at the sides, with a note on its top that reads shawn's letters. the box is clearly old, and probably needs some taken care of, but it's a sentimental thing, yknow? you don't keep something like that for so long if it doesn't hold some sentimental value to you. 

shawn doesn't open it outright, he's not a jerk, but he does hold it and just sits in the middle of the bedroom, not really sure what to do. he stays like that for so long gus starts to worry, calling for shawn until he finds him there, still a little in shock.

"those are my letter," gus nods, "the ones i sent you while i was away, those letter."

"yes, shawn, those letter."

"you kept them." shawn's starting to get teary eyed now, but he doesn't want to wet the box, god knows what salt water will do to it.

"you expected me to throw away my best friend's letters?"

"i don't know what i expected, to be honest."

it's been, what? some few years since shawn came back? anyway, their dynamic came back to what it used to be, and the feelings they had for each other just grew strong (they never went away, is the thing, it just wasn't very apparent when they weren't together all the time). yet, it's kinda awkward. new territory and stuff, yknow? they stare at each other for a while, like a while while, until gus just sits down besides shawn (who has not stopped crying btw, but is trying his hardest to not wet the box), picks the box off his hands and sets it aside, and then, very very softly, just cups shawn's face, not really cleaning his tears.

"shawn," and is gus also crying? look, goddamn sue him, it's all very emotional, "thank you" and he kisses him. not a hungry kiss, though it feels like something they both have been starving for, or a rushed kiss, because they have all the time in the world. it's soft, sweet, but reassuring, certain, this is what i want, thank you, thank you, thank you.

[johns-prince]

TW for eating disorders, etc.

John OP here. Thanks for the beautifully written answer. I appreciate the honesty and in fact, you make very good points. I doubt I'd be the best influence on someone like John when it came to body image because we seem too alike in that department. I was a teenager in the size zero hysteria of the early 00s and this probably shaped my sense of aesthetics. I'm more relaxed about that now but my eye still responds to a certain look on people. I can't help it. I had my own "Fat Beatle" episode and I could tell how it all changed when I shed the weight. It didn't really matter how or whether I was miserable, I just looked the "right" way and people would let me know. It's possible I projected it all on poor John. But I know he'd relate to that in many levels.

I'm not a fan of the "rat man" thing either. I know people mean well and I try to look at it with humor but it does bother me. Mostly because the stans of the other boys are very positive about them and I'd like that for John too. His looks were a major part of his struggle so I know he'd be crushed watching everyone praising his mates (especially Paul) while he gets to be the fucking rat, you know? As I have mentioned before, you can feel it even on fanfiction. Even the writers who seem more John inclined will go on for pages about how pretty Paul (which he is, of course) and how lucky John was to be with him. Like it was a favor or something. That when the stories don't keep pushing that tired trope about Crazy John crushing on pretty but Immovable Sexuality Paul. That's not really my cup of tea tbh.

In the end I'm just happy to start this discussion

with intelligent people who will bring their opinions to the table respectfully. I hope my previous comment didn't trigger anyone or came across as worse than I hoped. If that was the case, I'd like to apologize, it really wasn't my intention.

Darling, don't fret. You've really nothing to be sorry about. One reason why I relate to John is because I have issues with bulimia to this day, and can experience hardcore body dysmorphia at the worst of times dues to my insecure and self hatred towards my body. I get it.

I remember that, vaguely at least, the whole size zero thing. I do, that was such a strange phenomenon, because it takes a certain body type to fit it naturally, or... Y'know, starving yourself.

Anyway, I think we all sort of project on our favorite boy, and we all sort of see ourselves in them too. You wouldn't be the first, and certainly won't be the last.

Yeah, I completely understand how you feel. Maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe I don't have a sense of humor, but I'm inclined to feel protective over John, and I feel like if you know about John's insecurities and struggles with himself in regards to his physical appearance, why... Would you yourself find it a silly and relatively harmless thing to apparently joke about calling him things like that, idk like I said I don't see anyone else really making such snide comments and quips when it comes to the other three. So at what time did the bandom just agree it was an acceptable thing to do towards John?

Whatever, people can do and say what they like y'know free country an' all, but I don't have to approve of it or like it.

Real talk, I low-key I am guilty of writing in that way but I primarily do it as if John feels that way, or thinks it, or feels it. Due to his insecurity and self doubt, the fear that he'll always be abandoned by those he holds dear and loves, the fear that it's all just too good to be true for him-- that's why I ever write a scene when it comes to Paul, that it's just John's way of thinking, not seeing his own worth, and ends up sort of idolizing those individuals (listen John once compared Paul to a religion that he knew/had so I feel like he idolized and saw Paul in this 'oh God he's too perfect oh no' sort of light, which both terrified and fed into the 'paul's going to leave me one day he'll figure it out that he doesn't need me I'm not enough' sort of mindset too) he just had a bit of a habit doing that to those he held intimately dear, until... They let him down or proved his insecurities and doubts right, that in the end they all leave him and don't actually love him. It's a cruel self fulfilling prophecy in a sense, since John, either consciously or subconsciously, put relationships and people through tests to see if they could withstand him and his antics, if they'd stay loyal, if they'd still love him. Sometimes he'd just push people away, and then feel like they just up and abandoned him...

I'm rambling. Anyway the point, your point, still stands! Their relationship shouldn't be written as one doing the other a favor for liking them and being with them! Maybe in reality people did think Paul was doing not only John a favor for being his partner but also a favor to everyone else, because John had Paul and Paul could be seen as the one handling John's lead. It's kind of like how some peer at John's art school thought Cynthia had done them all a favor for taking John.

I don't like that. John isn't some problem to be passed onto someone who must then bear the burden of him. That's just... Wrong. And I think both Cynthia and Paul would think so too. John could be challenging but geez, it shouldn't be made out like anyone who loved John and wanted to be around him and be with him was just some sort of favor to the world or to him.

If anything John and Paul were both extremely lucky to have found each other-- it's not exactly common for soulmates to find each other, especially at such a young age? Please. Most of us will never, which is common.

Like the crushing went both ways lol if anything it's Paul who crushed first-- while John never mentioned it, Paul had brought up how he'd noticed John long before meeting him at the Fete. They had even briefly talked at a newspaper shop which Paul had been working at. He'd see John on the streets, he'd notice him riding on the top deck of buses, or in line at the fish and chips-- he'd try and steal glances at John when he'd notice him on the same bus! Paul was instantly drawn to this tough looking teddy with big sideboards and greased hair and the drainies and a roguish air about him. He was like a schoolgirl with a crush, and he didn't even know this boy. Yet.

If anything it's Paul who noticed John first, and started crushing on John first. Then they finally were introduced at the local Fete, and that was it for both of them.

And let's be real John might've been a bit crazy, but Paul loved him, loved his touch of crazy. And Paul might be immoveable heterosexuality, but that goes straight out the window when it comes to John, and only John it appears.

So yeah, I get where you're coming from, and your grievances and perspective.

I'm glad you decided to share it with me! Sorry about my rambling (• ▽ •;)