#lead paint off the walls (in the room across from mine bc if it were mine i might get in trouble or something idk).

[k1rishiki]

when i saw 'cabin in the woods in middle of nowhere new hampshire' bad i mean it. i have a 65 year old father from northeastern mass that's the only type of vacation i ever go on (if you're wondering what it's like it's like a modern day yellow wallpaper btw) . i know my cabins in middle of nowhere new hampshire. i've been to multiple with better wifi than i currently have. that says a lot btw.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Our song - Harry Styles

this one was inspired by the jingleball performance bc it was pure perfection and UGHH im obsessed.

dedicated to my dear friend @dontworrysunflower

disclaimer: the song Homesick by Dua Lipa is featured in this fic as an original work of Harry and the reader, but it’s obviously an existing song, I just thought that it would be the song they write

pairing: Harry x vocalist!reader

word count: 5.3k

masterlist

You’ve felt the adrenaline rush take over your body many times in your life and they were all different in some kind of way. The one you felt when you were about to write an important test in school, the one that bubbled through your veins when you got your first kiss. The one that rolled through your limbs and chest when you first performed in front of people that weren’t your parents and the one you felt when you got the news that you were chosen to tour with none other than Harry Styles as his vocalist, singing on his stage every other night in a different city and different country.

But none of those were anything like the feeling that takes over every time you stand on that stage, your microphone that’s labelled with your name right in front of you as thousands of people are screaming in the jam-packed arena. Though it’s not you they come to see and listen to, but you are part of the magic and it’s quite enough for you.

You could never be the one standing at the front with all the lights shining down on your frame, having every gaze in the place glued to you, listening to your voice. That brings the kind of anxiety you’re quite sure you wouldn’t be able to handle. You are perfectly fine standing in the back, being the support system while staying on the down-low as someone else shines at the front, in your case, it’s Harry.

You applied for the job with a reason, already having a huge appreciation for him as an artist, adoring his work so far, especially Fine Line. Upon hearing about the opportunity to be part of his tour, you didn’t hesitate to send your application in and following three auditions, you got the phone call that they wanted you on board.

He swept you right off your feet the first time you met him, but you didn’t expect less from him. Everything you heard about him being the most wonderful person to every walk the planet were proven to be nothing but the truth. You hit it off so easily and become close through the process of rehearsals. His odd little jokes, that funny laugh of his and the way he always peeks over his shoulder to meet his eyes with yours made you fall for him faster than you’d have ever thought you could.

Just as fast as your feeling for Harry developed, tour caught up on you and before you could blink twice, you were living on the road, always dressing from your suitcase, waking up in a different city every other morning.

The foreign studio feels a little odd, but still somehow familiar as you walk in with your water and notebook under your arm. Random studio sessions with Harry became a regular not long after tour kicked off. Harry’s creative juices were overflowing and he was aching to record his creations, constantly renting random studios near the hotel you lot were staying currently and one night, when some of you all were hanging out in his suit, he asked if you’d be down helping him record vocals for a song he’s been working on.

“I want to hear it with your voice instead of mine,” he told you leaning against the wall, a glass of whatever Mitch mixed him in his hands.

“Getting bored of your own voice?” you teased him, bringing his dimples out with the smile that plastered across his lips.

“Could say that. Are you up for it?”

There was no way you would have said no. So the next morning you found yourself in a studio somewhere in Sacramento, singing the vocals to a song no one else has heard other than you and Harry.

The tour has now reached Denver, you can’t wait to be on the stage tonight, but before that, you are having another quick session with Harry in the studio.

When you walk in, his head perks up from his leather notebook he always keeps on himself, filled with his scribbled lyrics. A smile stretches across his lips when his green eyes fall on your frame.

“Hey! Hope it’s not too early for you,” he softly says standing up from the chair as you put your stuff down to the small table in the corner.

“No, managed to get a good night sleep still,” you smile at him, taking a quick look around, though this recording room is just like the others you’ve been in.

“I think I figured out that part we struggled with last time. Changed up the ending a bit, would you mind giving it another go?”

You nod looking down at his notes, seeing the changes he has made in the vocals.

“Changed anything else?” you ask as you watch him get ready for the recording.

“Yeah, rewrote a few lines, think they are fitting better now.”

“Have you recorded them yet?”

“Will do now,” he tells you shaking his head.

Soon enough you find yourself standing behind the mic, headset covering your ears as you are waiting for Harry to start recording and the music to play in your ears. Once he shows up his thumb you do the same and a moment later the song you’ve heard last time you two were working starts flowing from the headset and you stare down at the notes in front of you, waiting for the moment when you have to start singing.

It takes you a few runs to nail it down, but when you finally do, you can see the satisfied grin on Harry’s face and you think to yourself that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make him like this anytime.

“That was fantastic,” he beams once you join him at the screens where you see your voice appear as a pattern over a straight line. Harry does his usual magic before leaving it be. “Mind assisting recording my part?” he asks turning to you with an excited smile.

Nodding you let him tell you what to do and once he is all set behind the mic, you start the recording and the song. You listen to him in awe. There hasn’t been a moment when you didn’t feel the shiver running down your spine when he started singing. You are convinced a choir of angels is hidden in his throat, because it’s hard to believe he is just as human as everyone else.

He sings the whole song three times before he joins you again, listening back to what you have so far. The song is coming along pretty well and you can tell by the time he finishes it, it’s gonna be perfect. Everything he does is just pure perfection, whether he likes to admit it or not.

“You know how it would be absolutely perfect?” he asks you on your way back to the hotel. The two of you grabbed a coffee as well, so now you’re sipping on the hot drink, enjoying the somewhat sunny weather.

“Hm?”

“I think it would be best if a female voice sang the whole thing and the male was just the vocal.”

“Who do you think would fit best for it then?” you ask, immediately thinking of singers that could be perfect for the song. It wouldn’t be the first time Harry would sell a song to someone else, so you’re not surprised he is thinking about this kind of change.

“Y/N, I found the voice already,” he chuckles and you give him a puzzled look. “You. You are singing the song, I don’t need anyone else.”

“I’m not a solo singer,” you protest.

“There’s no such thing as solo or not solo. You’re a singer and a bloody good one. I want you to sing it.”

“But it would go to waste, because I would never actually perform it.”

“How are you so sure about that?” he smirks slyly at you, immediately making you nervous.

“Harry, I don’t sing solo,” you shake your head stubbornly, but he rolls his eyes at you.

“You could just try it. Let’s just record the song next time with you in the lead and then we can talk about the rest.”

“I’m fine recording, but I will never perform it,” you tell him, but his look makes you think he has other plans.

When tour reaches Dallas, the song gets a version with you singing solo and Harry doing the vocals in it. And though you had doubts about the switch, listening back to it you can tell how much it helped. It really is better with a female voice, though you are still convinced it shouldn’t be you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sell it to someone? I’m fine with that,” you ask him before the show in Dallas. You’re sitting on the table in his dressing room while he is painting his nails, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“I told you, I like it with your voice. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because I’m not a—“

“Fuck’s sake if you dare to tell me one more time that you’re not a solo singer, I’m firing you, Y/N!” he snaps, giving you a hard look, but you just laugh at his temper.

“It’s the truth.”

“Have you ever tried to go solo?”

“Not for years,” you admit and watch him screw the nail polish closed, pushing it aside, his hands lying flat on the table as he is carefully waiting for them to dry.

“So then how do you know you are no good at it?”

“Because I hated it back then, so I most likely would hate it now as well,” you state matter-of-factly, but Harry doesn’t seem amused by your answer.

“So you think you haven’t changed a bit in years? I hope you know that’s absolute bollocks.”

“Why are you so keen on making me sing solo?” you sigh, giving him a tired look. It feels like the two of you have been running the same circles since forever. It’s not his first attempt to get you sing more than just the vocals, he once wanted to do a cover and needed a partner because it was a duet and begged you for weeks to sing with him, but you didn’t give in. You just couldn’t.

“Because I think that you are a talented singer and I want you to feel the adrenaline rush performing gives you.”

“I do get that rush every time I sing behind you. That’s enough for me.”

Harry shakes his head pressing his lips tight together.

“That’s not the same as being in the lead. It’s a whole different world.”

“Yeah, one that makes me shit my pants,” you chuckle and he can’t push a smile back.

“Maybe we should just work on it. Your anxiety. I think we could actually make you feel better if we tried.”

“I still don’t know where this obsession with me being solo comes for you.”

Harry stands up, takes one last look at his nails before he steps closer smiling down at you softly and you bite into your bottom lip, realizing how close he is standing to you. His fingers tap in your cheek gently, running them down to your chin as he tilts your head up a bit.

“Just accept it, Love,” he smiles softly before stepping away and carrying on with his routine.

That evening, you stand at the back with the other two vocalists, eyes glued to Harry’s figure at the front of the stage, you watch him pour his soul out to the audience, interact with them and reach that state of mind you have never been able to get into. You know what he told you about performing is true, yet you are still terrified to do it yourself. It’s too nerve wrecking to have everyone look at and listen to you, so many chances to mess it up and make a fool out of yourself.

But when Harry’s eyes meet yours and he shoots you a warm smile, something shifts in you. The urge to have this connection with not just the audience and the song, but with him takes over your whole body and you make up your mind to at least give it a try.

Harry is ecstatic when you tell him later that night that you changed your mind. You see that sparkle in his eyes and it was already worth for you, just seeing him react like that.

“Though I have a few suggestions to change the lyrics.”

“You do?” he asks, seemingly surprised, but mostly amused that you had the balls to come out with it.

“Yeah. Just some tiny details.”

“Why haven’t you told me about these before?”

“Because it was your song. But if you want me to sing it, it has to be mine as well.” Harry stares back at you with a smile that’s filled with pride and joy, making your heart flutter in your aching chest as you think about performing solo.

“Our song,” he softly says nodding his head.

Arriving to Houston the two of you are quick to book a studio and work on the song. Harry lets you make any changes you desire on the lyrics, even says you did justice to it and that you should have spoken up earlier about your ideas. And then you record it.

It’s not that you have to sing the whole song and not just the vocals this time. You are completely fine with Harry hearing you sing, it’s the thought of performing it in front of anyone that’s not him, that’s what makes you turn into a wreck.

You record Harry’s vocals and once it’s all put together, you are blown by the outcome. You wouldn’t have thought Harry’s voice as the vocal would compliment you in the lead, but it’s just absolutely perfect and even you can’t find anything wrong with it.

“Love, this is what Heaven sounds like, I’m telling you,” he smirks at you from the chair beside you, playing the song for the tenth time, not able to get enough of the final product.

“You are so cheesy,” you shake your head, but feel the blush heating up your cheeks. His eyes linger on you a little longer before he turns back to the screen.

When the song is over he finally stops is so silence comes over the studio. Harry turns back to face you, his green eyes basically burning a hole into your head.

“So, when are we going to perform it?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea,” you sigh looking down at your hands fumbling with your shirt.

“And I do think it is. So I’m not stopping until you at least try it.”

Harry Styles gets what he wants. Always. And this time, no matter how hard you try to resist him, you just can’t deny this from him. Though it takes him time to talk you up, in Washington he finally gets you to give it a try in an empty stadium.

Most of the crew is out, since the building has been finished about half an hour before, so everything is perfectly set for tonight’s show when you walk out to the stage, following Harry in his heels. He asked the piano to be brought to the front along with a mic on it and another one on a stand next to it. The two of you quietly put on your earpieces, doing everything as if it was a usual occasion before a concert, only that this time the roles will be entirely switched.

“It’s fine, alright? No one is around,” he tells you when he sees how nervous you are to sing the song for the first time outside a studio.

“There are some backstage,” you mumble under your breath, not expecting him to do anything about it.

But he does. You watch him walk backstage, completely dumbfounded about what he is doing. He disappears from your sight and a few moments later you hear him shouting at the back.

“No one comes to the stage until I say so! Yea? Thanks!” he orders and then walks back as if he didn’t just boss around the whole crew.

“They will think you’re some kind of crazy celebrity,” you chuckle when he returns, a small smirk playing on his pink lips.

“Don’t care, Darling. Now sing you heart out for me.”

Harry sits on the piano bench, his fingers getting settled on the keys before he looks up to meet your anxious eyes.

“It’s alright. Just you and me, yea?”

Nodding you gulp hard and jump a little when he starts playing the melody the two of you have been working on for so long. You hear all the notes and you know you have to start singing, but you miss the opening. Harry stops and looks at you, as you move your eyes down to the ground, ashamed you messed up immediately.

“S-Sorry, I just—“

“How can I help?” he asks right away, not even caring about the fact that you messed up, focused on figuring out a way that would help you.

“I don’t know. I really don’t,” you sigh, feeling your nerves getting worse with each passing moment.

“Come sit next to me,” he then tells you motioning for you to join him on the bench.

“What?”

“Take your mic and sit next to me,” he repeats, scooting over to make you space. Hesitantly, you pull the mic out of the stand and walking over you sit next to him. “Now you are not in the center. Just listen to the music, watch my hands on the keys, okay?”

You nod, running your tongue over your dry lips as you hold the mic to your mouth before Harry starts playing again.

After the first few notes you close your eyes and when it’s time for you to start singing, Harry leans a little against you, giving you a kind of push to just do it. And it works.

It feels a little as if it’s not even you who starts singing, but it is. Your voice fills the empty arena along with the piano’s melody and keeping your eyes closed a little longer you let your mind settle. When the first verse ends you open them and watch his hands work on the keys, right as he starts singing the vocals, leaning a little forward so his voice reaches his mic.

It’s different. It’s electric and freeing, hear your voice through the massive speakers, to be in the lead and have Harry be just the support in the song. But it feels so right, better than anything you’ve ever felt.

Line after line, you hit all the notes and by the end of the song you are able to strip all your fears down and give yourself over to the music completely. As you sing the last few notes you feel Harry’s eyes on you and turning to face him, you are met with his warm, pride-filled smile and bright eyes, glued to you while his fingers press down the last notes.

The music dies down, the voice of the piano vibrates in the air a little longer until it completely disappears and the silence returns into the stadium.

“Love,” Harry quietly calls out for you and you turn completely towards him. “That was absolutely perfect.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper, your eyes never leaving his gaze.

“I know so,” he huffs, smile widening. He brings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as you let out a breath you’ve been holding in for way too long.

He doesn’t try to make you perform that evening, knowing well it was enough for one day, but he does make you sing it with him in each city in the upcoming weeks. Before every concert, he empties out the area around the stage and the two of you sit down at the piano, singing your song until you feel comfortable enough to stand next to the instrument instead of sitting next to him.

The tour reaches New York and Madison Square Garden is getting ready to host Harry Styles for two evenings. The place is massive and you find yourself sitting at the edge of the stage when Harry emerges from backstage.

“Looks wild, right?” he asks sitting next to you, his thigh brushing against yours as he gets seated.

“Yeah. Pretty amazing.”

“This place has the most magical vibe.” “Yeah?” Turning to him you watch him take the arena in, his eyes glistening at the sight in front of him. You know it’s not his first time performing here, but it’s nice to see the excitement in his eyes regardless.

That feeling returns to your chest, the one you felt when Harry told you he wanted you to sing the song. The urge to be part of this amazing something that’s so much bigger than you.

“H?”

“Yea?” he turns to you smiling.

“Can I… Do you think we could sing our song tonight?”

You watch the pure surprise and excitement wash over his face, his smile stretching across his face as he stares back at you in awe.

“You want to sing it?”

Shyly, you nod your head and in a heartbeat his arms lock around you, pulling you into the tightest hug. The two of you almost fall off the stage, laughing together at his dramatic reaction.

“Of course we can sing it, Love. Would be an honor!”

Harry is quick to let the band know about the addition for tonight’s set and though everyone seems surprised, they are all supportive about your solo. As the time goes and the concert gets closer, you can feel the nerves building up and soon enough, you start to doubt your choice to sing the song tonight.

Right before it’s time to go on stage Harry takes your hand and pulls you aside, taking your face in his hands gently, making you look into his eyes.

“I know you are doubting yourself, but just know that I’m very proud of you, even if you decide to not sing the last minute.”

“I could do that?” you whisper, your hands finding his sides and you let them rest on him, a way to ground yourself in the windwhirl of your thoughts.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to make you do something you don’t really want. Though I know you will be amazing if you choose to sing.”

Nodding you let a weak smile appear on your lips and you notice as his eyes flicker down to them before he moves his gaze up to your eyes. He then pulls you into a proper hug before walking back to the rest of the band and vocalists.

Everything goes as usual and once again, you can’t take your eyes off Harry on the stage. Just watching him perform fills you up with life, enough to keep you from running away. About halfway into the set, as the crowd is still cheering after the previous song, Harry jogs over to you.

“You ready?” he asks over the noise and before you could think about it, you nod your head.

Two guys from the crew pushes the piano further to the front and they help to set everything up as you awkwardly stand at the side. Once your mic is in the stand you walk over there, heart hammering in your chest, hands shaking like crazy.

“I have a special song for you tonight,” Harry announces into the microphone as he makes his way over to the piano. “Please welcome the lovely Y/N here, who is gonna enchant you with a song we’ve been working on lately.”

The crowd screams and you allow yourself to look around with a weak smile. So many people, you think to yourself, everyone watching you.

“It’s called Homesick, and it means so much to us, so we hope you’ll like it Justas much as we do,” Harry adds before settling on the bench and his eyes find yours. “I’m proud of you,” you see him say, only able to read his lips since the crowd is screaming so loud. “Ready?” he asks and you nod, taking a shaky breath.

He sends you a warm comforting smile before glancing down at the keys and then he starts playing. 

Just like the first time, you close your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the melody and nothing else. The lump in your throat is quite uncomfortable, but you open your eyes and see that Harry is looking straight at you, nodding in encouragement, as his fingers push down the keys to the notes right before you have to start.

“Here, where the sky’s falling, I’m covered in blue, I’m running and I’m crawling, fighting for you…”

Harry smiles wide when your voice flows through the speakers, filling the whole place, making everyone go quiet in a heartbeat as the song carries on. You feel your chest slowly deflating, the nerves cooling down with each sung note.

“You give me a reason, something to believe in, I know, I know, I know. You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in, I know, I know, I know…”

The chorus comes out perfect, your voice melting together with the piano and you finally feel your muscles relax as you slowly let go of every toxic thought that’s been tainting your mind. Harry leans closer to his microphone and his voice gently joins yours in the next verse.

“There’s a crack in my window, a bird in my room, angels all over that watch over you…”

Chills run down your spine hearing his voice, your eyes never leaving his gaze that’s fixated on your standing figure. You get lost in him and the song, something that came from the both of you, a piece of you and him. Standing there, singing this piece makes you feel closer to him than ever and you desperately want this feeling to last forever, hoping the song never ends though you know it’s gonna happen.

“When I’m walking on water all my dreams have come true. Still nothing means nothing without you…”

Homesick is exactly the feeling that bubbles inside you when you think of Harry. Because there’s this man you love so much, who is a home away from home to you, yet you still feel like you can’t be home entirely. Not in the way you’d want to. But standing on the stage in the spotlight, singing together with him as thousands of people are watching the two of you, yet you still manage to forget about them, for a moment, you feel like you finally arrived home. You are there, with him.

“Tell my heart to lie, but I know deep inside it’s true. That I wish I was there with you. That I wish I was there with you, oh I wish I was there with you.”

He plays the end of the song without tearing his eyes away from you, and there’s just a heartbeat of silence before the crowd starts screaming deafeningly, but that short moment… is yours and his.

Tugging your hair behind your ears with your shaky hands, your eardrums on the verge of breaking as you let out a laugh that was kind of a sob as well, relief washing over your body. Harry is quick to jump to his feet and rushing over he envelopes you in a tight hug.

“I’m so so so proud of you, Love. You were everything!” he mumbles, arms holding you so tight you almost lose your breath, but you want him this close, or even closer. You need to feel him, because it doesn’t feel real. His hold brings you a sense of existence only he can give you.

“Thank you, Harry,” you breathe out when he pulls back to look into your eyes, the screaming hasn’t died down even a tad little.

“No, thank you, Darling. You shined like the star that you are,” he grins, playing a sloppy kiss to your cheek before his arms fall off you.

You’d die to stay in this moment a little longer, but the show must go on. The crew pushes the piano back and soon enough, the next song starts. You stay in your spot for the rest, but you keep catching Harry smiling in your way, always making you blush.

The end of a concert is always a little hectic, everyone is all over the place. Still coming off the high you just experienced, you head to the dressing room you share with the other vocalists. They are going on and on about how amazing Homesick was, and you somehow still can’t believe tonight happened. Packing your stuff you barely notice that the door flies open, but you see Harry appear from the corner of your eye.

“Ladies, would you please give me a moment with Y/N?” he asks and the girls are quick to leave the two of you alone. You stand there, kind of dumbfounded, not sure why he is acting so dramatic. Once the door closes and it’s just you and him, he stares at you, chest heaving, his hair wet from his sweat, but he still looks breathtaking.

“Harry—“

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he cuts you off, your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him, completely frozen. Opposite to what he just said, he remains standing in the same spot and you’re not sure what’s happening. “Can I? Please say yes, I can’t hold myself back for any longer,” he then adds.

“Yes,” you breathe out without even thinking about it. In a heartbeat, Harry crosses the room, chest smashing against yours as he wraps his arms around you, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that almost makes you moan into his mouth.

It’s all a hot mess, teeth clashing, hands all over each other before his palms run down to the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. When you do, you wrap your legs around his waist and let him walk over to the table nearby, so he can place you on top, standing between your thighs as he keeps kissing you hungrily, his tongue melting together with yours in this sweet chaos. It keeps going on and on, neither of you wanting to let go of the other, but you are eventually forced to stop, coming short of air. Panting wildly, lips swollen from his kisses, you look at him to meet his gaze.

“You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from kissing you on stage.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“Y/N, I’m fucking crazy about you and seeing you come over your stage fright, sing that song… our song, fuck, that did some unbelievable things to me. Please tell me you felt the same thing!” He is begging, not just with his words, but with his eyes as well and it crushes your soul entirely.

“I did. Harry, I always do when I’m with you.”

“Fucking Hell,” he breathes out before kissing you again. “You are… everything, Love,” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t push down the smile stretching across your face, hearing him say the same words he said right after the song.

“You’ve told me that,” you tease him, his gaze meeting yours as he flashes you his famous half-smirk, heart fluttering at the sight of him.

[dudeandduchess]

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Demon Fucking/Knotting (Smut, Kinktober, NSFW Scenario)

Note: Brief mentions of Daddy Shin. Also, Kyō here is a half demon, since this is an AU where Shin is a full demon. And yes, demon babies can be born in this AU.

Also, a huge thank you to Biz bc she was the one who gave me the central jealousy plot in this one. 😂

Warnings: Smut, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, Kitchen Sex, Jealous!Kyō, Demon!Kyō

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Kyōjurō had been really looking forward to coming home to his wife, as it had been almost a week since he had last seen her. He missed her immensely, but he had to handle setting up the traps for the animals that he needed to hunt— all for him, his brother, and their father to live in the reality that they needed blood to survive.

To make sure that his mate would be safe— especially from the other demons that passed through the area— he had left her with his father; knowing full well that he would be able to protect her if anything ever happened.

However, the moment he had wrapped his arms around his wife, he immediately picked up Shinjurō’s scent all over her. It wasn’t that they’d had sex, but it was obvious to him that the older man had scented her while he was away.

He didn’t know if it was to rile him up, or to sate some unspoken urge within Shinjurō, but it made Kyōjurō mad with jealousy. Especially when he looked over at his father and saw him smirking, right before he took his leave and retired to his room.

The young man could feel a murderous urge bubbling up within him. He wanted nothing more than to challenge his father to a fight, but he knew it would end badly for both of them— so he chose to tamp it down. Instead, he latched on to the jealousy he felt, and pulled his wife back into his arms the moment that she stepped away from him.

His strong arms wrapped around her tightly, with his mouth latching on to the side of her neck— where he sucked and licked at her supple skin to erase all of the traces of another man on her body.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Kyōjurō could feel his cock throbbing with every quiet moan that fell from (Y/n)’s lips; and he kept up with his ministrations— marking her so blatantly, to let everyone know that she was his and his alone. “You’re mine, (Y/n).”

And that was how he found himself leading his wife towards the dining table and pushing her down on it— right before literally tearing her clothes off of her body.

She didn’t even protest, too consumed by her lust and need for her husband— giving in to him, especially as he ate her out and made her scream in pleasure. All propriety had been thrown out the window, because even she felt that he was trying to prove something to Shinjurō.

And she wasn’t dense enough not to know that she had been scenting her while she was there. In fact, she had wanted him to do it— if only to rile Kyōjurō up, because him being jealous when he took her was one of the best fuckings she had ever received in her life.

“I’m gonna breed you so good tonight, my love. Make you scream so loud that everyone in this town knows that you’re mine,” Kyōjurō whispered roughly against her neck, nipping at it with his teeth, and barely holding himself back from biting down on her skin to give her another mating mark.

“Please, Kyōjurō, I don’t want you to hold back,” She answered softly, hands running up and down the demon’s corded biceps as he used his arms to prop him up on either side of her. “I need you to fill me up with your seed.”

At that, the young man cupped the back of her head with his left hand; curling his clawed fingers in her hair and pulling tight. The action earned a low moan from her, which was immediately silenced by her husband’s lips slanting against hers in an open mouthed kiss.

He took her mouth unsparingly; snaking his tongue between her lips and coaxing her own tongue to slip into his own mouth. All so he could suck on it, and savor more of her.

As if he couldn’t get enough of her intoxicating taste.

Then, with his right hand, he encircled the base of his cock and lined it up against her sopping cunt. He smacked the underside of it against her clit a few times, earning soft and needy groans from her— which he rewarded with little nips of his teeth at her bottom lip; until he gave in and pushed his length deep within her.

He buried his cock to the hilt within her tight walls; pushing in as far as he could, before anchoring his hand to her thigh and guiding it to sling around his hips. Thankfully, she hadn’t been too blissed out from that first thrust to be incoherent, so she responded by doing what Kyōjurō wanted.

(Y/n) clung on tight to her husband’s hips, locking her ankles at the base of his spine as he pounded her mercilessly into the table. Every move had him bottoming out within her and filling her up so deliciously, that she couldn’t help but throw her head back and scream his name.

“Who owns this cunt?” Kyōjurō asked gruffly, teeth gritted together as he held himself back from being even rougher with his wife. Still, the sound of skin smacking against skin reverberated within the kitchen, and the telltale sounds of the table skidding across the floor punctuated each and every one of his movements.

Yet, the half demon couldn’t even care less; all that mattered was his and his mate’s pleasure, as well as proving to everyone that she was his.

“Y-you do, Kyō!” The young woman practically screamed out, as her husband was relentless with his thrusts; bottoming out inside her and gripping her left hip even tighter to keep her from skidding across the top of the table.

“Whose cock do you love?”

“Yours! Only yours, Kyō! I’m yours!”

He couldn’t help but smirk at that, knowing full well that Shinjurō could hear her screaming. As if the sounds of them having sex weren’t already enough to let him know whose she really was.

His knot had begun to swell up too, with every claim of his ownership that fell from her lips; it grew bigger and bigger, pushing slightly against her folds before he bottomed out once more inside her and slipped his knot right in.

It was a tight fit, and he couldn’t even pull his cock back out, so he settled for hard yet shallow thrusts that were still enough to make the table skid across the floor.

The tip of his cock kept pushing against her cervix, making her breathless and completely blissed out as it had her nearing her orgasm more and more— like how he was close to blowing his load inside her.

One thrust, two, three... and it was all over for him. His cum shot out of him in thick ropes, painting his mate’s walls white with his warm seed. But he didn’t stop there, especially since he felt her legs shaking from how close she really was to tipping over the precipice of pleasure.

So, he circled his hips against her— stimulating her cervix with the tip of his cock, and alternating his movements with light and quick thrusts that had her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure he gave her.

And by the time she’d come down from her sexual high, he pressed his lips against hers before trailing them up to her forehead and planting another kiss there. “You’ll always be mine, as I am yours, (Y/n).”

With those words hanging in the air, he felt his cock throb as more of his cum spilled out of him to fill his mate up. Thankfully, his knot was there to keep his seed inside her.

All they had to do was wait half an hour for it to go down, before they could go home; which wasn’t a hardship at all.

The real hardship was trying to find another set of clothes for (Y/n)— since Kyōjurō had torn her kimono up in his jealous fit.

[oogaboogasphincter]

Goodbye Summer (Frankie Morales x gn!reader)

Summary: As autumn looms, you reminisce about the summer you spent with Frankie and his daughter, Tali. 

Word Count: 1.2k+

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: couple of mentions of heavy petting, one or two allusions to sex bc i just had to (nothing explicit), food mention/eating (also can food be a love language? bc if so i think i just discovered one of mine💀), no use of pronouns, no beta reader, other than that just vibes📚🌤💐🍓🌊🏝☔️🎣🪱🐟🍆🫑🦦💜🧢

Author's Note: this is my first frankie fic! idk what this is, and i don't even really like summer (it's actually my least favorite season💀), but i got into a ✨mood✨ and figured i'd just spew some descriptive bull. i hope you enjoy! :)

gif by @trashcora

The hot, sluggish character of a late summer breeze cascades over your exposed back. You’re lying on your chest, parallel to Frankie; rare dry blades in the mushy grass poke you here and there from underneath your picnic blanket. You are both reading, turning pages that have been softened by the lingering humidity, finding solace in the slowness and quiet of the afternoon.

Summer is coming to an end. Preparations of its departure can be felt and seen all around: leaves have lost their electric green and have begun to turn chartreuse, vacationers have deserted their destinations in favor of their permanent homes, the sun falls below the skyline earlier in the day.

You had spent the summer with Frankie and his daughter, Natalia, Tali for short. You lay with him now next to one of the products of the season: a garden you had planted with his baby girl. The tiered petals of a zinnia catch your eye, the thick stem allowing little movement from the breeze, and you can’t help but reminisce about all of the activities that occupied your little family for the past few months.

Summer had begun with the creation of the garden, courtesy of Natalia. Her crayons had scribbled across a page and gave life to an amalgamation of flora. Being her young age, she couldn’t identify the specific kinds, her drawings a generic purple splat and misshapen pink circles. You and Frankie decided to take her picture as a blueprint and tried your best to find flowers that matched hers. Although she was the definition of disappointment when the garden was planted and it was nothing but lines of sown seeds, her happiness bloomed as the flowers did. Her favorites were the ageratums and begonias, near-perfect translations of her imagination.

You and Frankie had also partaken in your own kind of sowing seeds. Raspberries were in season and are his favorite fruit (you tease that’s because they’re soft, sweet and whiskery, like he is). You, him and Tali made a day of visiting a farm and picking them off of their bushes. Frankie would hold Natalia up, allowing her to pick the ones most kissed by the sun, and she would carefully plop them into the basket you held up to her. 

After Tali had been put to bed, you got to work on making a raspberry tart, the kitchen utensils still a little too dangerous for her to handle. Frankie reminded you of one of the most important steps of cooking: testing your ingredients. He had pushed some berries into your mouth, his rebuttal to your scolding of him continuously popping them into his mouth, warning that you wouldn’t have enough to make the dessert. What began as an innocent swipe of his thumb across your chin to catch some dribbling juice quickly became a gardening session: you shared the microscopic seeds, your tongues dispersing them in each other’s mouths amongst the rows of your tastebuds. Garnet stains donned your lips for the remainder of the evening. 

Painting each other with magenta splotches wasn’t the only way you had gotten dirty this summer. On beach trips, the ocean’s breath had found its way into your hair, tangling it with salt. Stray seaweed found on the shore and in the water clung to your skin, and after peeling it off it reminded you where it had been with a slimy outline. Grains of sand were ground into your knees and shins as you built grand sandcastles with Tali, with Frankie providing backstory of a make-believe kingdom while he sat back and admired. When washing the sand off in the ocean before embarking on the journey home, Frankie administered some playful pushes and shoves to you, which you returned right back to him. It wasn’t rare for the three of you to have been dunked in the water at least once by the time your seatbelts had been secured with wet hands and damp towels wrapped your bodies, growing colder the closer you got to home. 

Given the overall sporadic nature of the season, water didn’t always behave at your discretion. Thankfully, most days that had been consumed by downpours and trapped you in the house were ones where Tali was visiting her mom, sparing her from uneventfulness. While you might not have been in the sun or running around trying to catch the little girl, you and Frankie found ways to work up a sweat. Lightning bolts illuminated the dark corridor of a hallway, revealing a trail of discarded clothes leading from the living room to your bedroom. Steady thunder drowned out knocks of the bedframe against the wall and mutual moans of passion. 

When Tali was around, you thought it important to give her some alone time with her dad. One of her favorite things to do with Frankie was fishing. From your kitchen window, a semi-murky lake could be seen, a spot that the duo frequented for fishing. You would gaze past the gauzy curtains and watch Frankie bait their hooks, help Tali cast her line and then celebrate with her when, after reeling back in, a small minnow was attached to the end of the rod. The ripples of water that followed the fish after Frankie and Tali released them never failed to make her giggle. 

The smell of fish didn’t hit you while you watched Frankie and Tali fishing from afar, but it infiltrated your senses at the Millers’ house when they held cookouts. The wafting smoke of the grilled fish and sweet peppers made your eyes tear, the thick aroma of Pope’s eggplant parmesan made your mouth water. You and Frankie ate separate dishes, but - like the raspberry incident - you ended up tasting every one of the items by way of Frankie’s tongue in your mouth.

The end of summer makes you feel melancholic, as it signifies the end of all of these memories. Sure, their details will be locked away in your mind and available for revisiting at any time you please, but sadness is inevitable as the little things fade away from reality.

Hours spent in the sun had dappled the peaks of Frankie’s skin with caramel freckles: the curve of his shoulders, the bridge of his nose, his temples.

You had grown accustomed to the unwavering heat and blinding light beating down from the sun daily. Lightweight fabrics and shorter hemlines comprised both of your closets.

Sourness of berries and the spice of seasoned vegetables stayed on your tongue, in your nose and down your throat. The exchanging of these flavors with Frankie was an even more delectable memory. 

Reaching over and running your fingers up the column of Frankie’s throat reminds you of the things that will stay once summer passes.

While the spots gifted by the sun will fade, his moles will remain in the constellations that they always make, regardless of the time of year.

His facial hair may grow to be scruffy instead of stubbly, in an effort to trap some warmth during the upcoming colder months. But the soft skin that sprouts such hair will remain velvety and undeniably Frankie. 

The unconditional and undying love your heart holds for Frankie and Natalia will remain strong and deep, as the days, months, years, lifetimes go by.

With all of this in mind, the end of summer doesn’t seem like so much of a gigantic loss, but rather a sentimental conclusion to a fun-filled period of time. Moving into autumn doesn’t seem so scary anymore, with your shared love for each other surely producing months that will be just as invigorating as summer was.

Frankie folds his book over the swell of his belly with a crinkle and turns to face you, those chocolatey eyes timeless. He signals that he’s ready to proceed to the fall with you and his baby girl, “What do you think Tali should be for Halloween?”

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[tsukishumai]

Date Night w/ Atsumu, Osamu, Suna

Warnings: Drinking, Smoking (weed)

A/N: repost bc I checked and my posts weren’t showing up in the tags 😭 sorry if you’ve seen it already.

Pls enjoy (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Atsumu

“Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise!”

Whenever Atsumu said those words, it meant one of two things: he’s put a lot of thought and effort into this and you’re about to have the best night of your life... or he’s done nothing, is winging it and kinda hoping for the best.

It’s been about a 50/50 success rate so you really don’t know why you’re gonna get.

“Tsumu, I swear to god, if this is like that one time by the beach...” “shut yer trap! We’re almost there!”

He opened the door to a small, studio like space, waving his hand and motioning for you to enter. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but let out a tiny gasp once you were able to take in your surroundings.

Canvases perched up on easel stands lined the room, chairs set up in front with a little table next to the easel topped with paint supplies and wine glasses.

You turned to him excitedly. “Paint and wine night!?”

“Paint and wine!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Ya been complaining bout how ya miss doing art, so I thought we could do it together. I would’ve liked a private class, but they only did group sessions.”

“This is perfect,” you said, taking a seat and inspecting the supplies. Atsumu couldn’t help but puff out his chest in pride.

The room soon filled out with the other guests, the instructor coming in a few minutes after everyone’s arrived.

Atsumu chose a red wine, you chose a white. You were only supposed to be served by the glass but he insisted on a bottle each, and you weren’t the only one that has a hard time saying no to him.

“Babe,” he slurred halfway through the night, “is mine supposed to look like that?”

“Tsumu, we’re supposed to be painting an ocean... where did you get that red paint?” “I dunno, I just found it.”

The instructor tried to ignore the both of you giggling like idiots, but they had to step in when Atsumu started flinging paint at you with his brush.

“Miya-san, please stop chugging the wine.”

You chuckled at Atsumu grumbling next to you, trying to steady your hand while adding in your final details.

“Aaaand done!” Atsumu beat you to it. You take a second to glance at his canvas.

“Atsumu... what the hell is th-“ “it’s called abstract art, okay?! Ya normies wouldn’t get it!”

Where the hell did he learn ‘normies’ from?

You laughed at his canvas the entire way home, much to Atsumu’s chagrin.

Still, you hung it up on the wall by your bed, just so it could be the last thing you saw every night before you drifted off to sleep.

Osamu

“Where’d you hear about this?” Osamu asked reluctantly.

“I saw a post about in on Insta! My friends went last weekend, and they said it was amazing!” “I didn’t know you had friends?” “You know what, Samu...”

When you arrived at your destination, you couldn’t help but smile at the wide-eyed expression on your boyfriends face.

Hyogo was hosting a food festival, encouraging up and coming chefs to rent out booths and test out any and all unique recipes they could think off.

Booths on either side lined the road, crowds of people holding plates of food that Osamu didn’t even know existed.

“Which one should we try first?” You asked, but Osamu was already walking up to stand claiming to sell “Sushi Burritos”

“We have to do this strategically,” Osamu said, looking at the paper pamphlet he received from one of the information stands, “We should only get one thing from each stand so we have room for dessert. It looks like all the dessert stands are on this end, so we’ll just do one big circle.”

You nodded and gave him a salute, happy to be dragged around by the hand.

You’d never seen Osamu so animated, eyes darting from one booth to the next, ears practically steaming.

Your favorite was watching him take his first bite out of whatever creation you bought from the stall in front of you, his eyes would flutter close and the satisfied hum slipping from his mouth always brings your lips up to a smile.

“Let’s try this one next,” he said, leading you up to an onigiri stand.

The worker handed you a plate with three perfectly formed onigiri, your mouth watering at the scent wafting into your nostrils.

You took a bite... and another one... but your brows knitted together together after each chew

“Something wrong?” Osamu asked

You shook your head. “No, nothings wrong... it’s just, ever since I’ve had your onigiri, nothing else can really compare”

Osamu desperately hide the blush that was quickly spreading across his cheeks. “Oh really?”

“Yeah! You know, Samu, if you opened up an Onigiri shop, I bet it would be the best one in the country.”

Osamu laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he lead you to the next destination.

“You think so?” “I KNOW so.”

Osamu shook his head. “I couldn’t pull something off like that.”

You stopped in your tracks, tugging on his hand and forcing him to face you. “Osamu, I think you could do absolutely anything you set your mind to,” your tone was serious for a second before shooting him a wide grin, “and you would do it better than anyone!”

Osamu smiled, watching you run off to the next booth, thinking that if he had you by his side, then he could probably rule the world.

Suna

Suna has never ever striked you as the “hiking” type

So when he said he wanted to take you to a spot he used to frequent in high school, you were surprised, but oddly excited.

“How’d you find this place?” “You know... exploring.”

He took you to a park that was a 20 minute train ride from his apartment. The park was situated at the base of a mountain, and further back behind a canopy of trees was the beginning of a trail that you wouldn’t see if you didn’t know it was there.

Suna walked ahead, extending his hand behind him for you to take. He laced your fingers together, trudging along the path side by side.

The trail wasn’t really much of a hike as it is a walk. The terrain was relatively flat most of the way, green leaves bordering each side of the path.

Suddenly, Suna stopped, pulling you over to the side and moving aside branches and leaves.

“Rin? What are you doing?” You asked curiously, but he just said, “Trust me.”

Past the foliage was another trail, one that looks like it wasn’t meant to exist in the first place, formed only by repeating footprints that climbed up the slope.

Suna held out his hand for you to take, looking like he had every intention of climbing up the side of this muddy hill.

“Uhhhh, Rin, I don’t think we’re supposed to -“ “I said trust me, didn’t I?”

You grumbled at him, throwing snide remarks and thanking god that you wore an old pair of sneakers today.

It took about 10 minutes of climbing until you reached the top, walking past a couple of trees to reach a clearing.

In the middle of the clearing was a tree stump, different logs of various sizes encircling the stump. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what it was you were looking at.

“You brought me to your old high school smoking spot?” “Hell yeah, I did.”

Suna walked ahead of you, sitting down on one of the logs and digging through the backpack he was wearing.

He stood up, and laid down a small blanket on the log, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him. You chuckled, taking a seat next to him.

“If you wanted to get high, we could have just done it at the apartment?” You said, but Suna just shrugged. “It’s nice to have a change of scenery once in a while.”

He dug out his bag, zipping it open and setting his grinder, blunt wraps, and weed on the tree stump.

You’ve always liked watching Suna prepare your blunts. He’s let you try doing it once or twice, but you could never get it to roll as tightly as he does.

You hear the telltale click of a lighter, Suna dragging the flame across the seam of the wrap before bringing one end to his lips, and lighting the other.

Once it was lit, he took a few deep drags before passing it over to you. You brought the blunt to your lips, taking in a deep breath, holding it until you felt your lungs burn, and letting out a big puff of smoke.

“Whoa there,” Suna commented, and you laughed in between fits of coughing.

“It’s been a tough week.” “Yeah? Tell me about it.”

The two of you sat there, you weren’t sure how long, exchanging stories about your week, making each other laugh with corny jokes you read online, showing each other tik toks and just enjoying each other’s company.

The blunt was finished long ago, and you notice Suna’s shoulders were much less tense, his facial features finally easing into a calm expression.

“Practice has been tough, huh?” You asked, and he let out a big sigh.

“Yeah... but it’s alright. S’long as we still get to do stuff like this, I’ll survive.”

You tilted your head as he stood up. “Where you going?”

“Let’s go, it’s getting cold and I got the munchies.”

“I am way too high to climb down that slope right now.”

And that’s how you got Suna Rintarou to give you a piggy back ride down the side of a muddy hill.

A/N: also sorry for the shittt format I’m on mobile :(

[ediths]

for the taylor x reader thing (ps thanks sm for this 🥺🥺) : for peace maybe taylor having doubts ab the relationship ship bc of her lifestyle and reader comfort and reassuring her that its really what she wants

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Reader

Word Count: 1,974

Summary: Taylor thinks that she’s not worth it because of the hectic life she leads.

Warning(s): Taylor doubting the relationship, crying, reassurance, i think that’s it hehe

A/N: This is my first ever female character x reader, I really hope everyone enjoys! I don’t know how I feel about it but I definitely wanted to get this request done for this wonderful anon :)

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Our coming-of-age has come and gone Suddenly it’s summer, it’s clear I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near

She was a star, she ruled everything that she did. There was no way that she would ever be the one that you would end up with. Would she? 

You had met Taylor at a party that your brother had gotten invited to. He was a filmmaker, working in the industry. He got invited to a lot of these types of parties, but you had never wanted to go to one as badly as you had that night.

So, being the lovely brother that he is, he told you to get ready, he’d take you as his plus one.

You had accidentally bumped into Taylor that night, spilling her drink all over her dress - that definitely cost more than anything you had ever seen. 

She had rushed away to clean off, a blush apparent on her cheeks. 

You made the split decision to follow her, to help her clean off. At first, she had pushed you away, told you that there was no need to help her.

You had almost stopped then, walked away and never looked back. But there was something about her that didn’t let you do that.

After you helped her that night, you had exchanged numbers. There were periods of time when you’d talk regularly after then, but every time that she would open up to you, she’d push you away.

You came to understand that would be a constant with her.

And it’s just around the corner, darlin’ ‘Cause it lives in me

You came to realize that there was a part of her that would always take a step - or ten - back when she thought she was getting too close. There was a part of her that was afraid of ruining everything good in her life. That made fear that she was the reason that any relationship she would come to have would fall apart.

No, I could never give you peace

She was convinced that she would never get to be happy, that she would push everyone away because of the life that she lived. 

You tried over and over again to ensure her that it would be different with you, that no matter what, you’d be there for her, but there was something in her that never wanted to listen.

Which led to where you were now, having the same conversation for the thousandth time.

But I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warn If your cascade, ocean wave blues come

“Taylor, baby, you make me so happy, you make everything better.” You assure her, trying to get her to see the truth in the situation. “You are the light that makes the darkness go away. You make me smile when I’d really rather not, when nothing else in the entire world can. All I have to do is this about you and my mood is instantly better.” She’s standing across the room from you, retreating yet again. You walk over to her, reaching out to embrace her, but she pulls away before your skin can even come in contact with hers.

All these people think love’s for show But I would die for you in secret

“Yeah, you say that, but that’s not what everyone else says!” She yells, shocking you. She usually tries to ignore what everyone else says about her relationships. “They say you look miserable, that you’re just doing it for the exposure.” She looks as if she’s about to cry, and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as well.

“Do you believe them?” You mutter, not bothering to yell back. You learned a long time ago that yelling did nothing but prolong the already lengthy conversation.

“Of course not, I just feel like you’re getting dragged through the mud too.” You’ve heard the same thing time and time again. She always tells you how dating her will end up dragging you down just as far as the media has with her.

“I don’t care if my reputation is so tarnished that it can never be saved, if I’m honest. I love you because you’re you, not because you’re Talor Swift.” You run your hands through your hair, waiting for her to move towards you again. “I would have still fallen for you if you had never released a song, if you had never made it big. I would still love you if you didn’t have a penny to your name.”

She looks up at you, having been avoiding your gaze.

The devil’s in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

“You’re the only person that I’d ever want, regardless of your name in the industry. You, as a person, are the most amazing human being that I have ever met.” You continue, trying to convince her that you really mean it. You’re not in this for the money or the fame or the exposure. You’re in it because you fell hopelessly in love with her.

“You’ll never get the privacy, the peace, that you deserve.” She sighs, wanting you to have the best in life, nothing less.

“I don’t care, baby. I don’t need it if it means that i can’t have you.” You can tell that nothing you say is making her any less stubborn on the topic. 

Your integrity makes me seem small You paint dreamscapes on the wall

“It’s not even just that anymore, Y/N. You take everything so well, never blowing up or seeming less put together at all. You just let things roll off of your shoulders. Most of the time you even make situations better than they were.” She takes a step closer, but you make no move towards her, not wanting to move too fast and have her pull away again. “I could never be like that.”

“What do you mean? You are like that, you brighten everything!” You try yet again to get her to realize that she’s done nothing wrong here, but she still won’t accept the fact.

I talk shit with my friend, it’s like I’m wasting your honor And you know that I’d swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches

“I may act all cool and confident when I’m in public, but you know me, Y/N. I come right home and say all kinds of stuff about whoever riled me up. You don’t do that. You don’t let it get to you. The worst that you’ve ever done is tell someone to have a nice day without really meaning it! That’s how sweet you are! That’s not me, no matter how much I want it to be!” She’s back to yelling, her emotions getting the best of her.

You stay quiet, knowing for sure that she isn’t finished.

“I’d do anything for you, and you know that, right?” You nod your head, letting her know that she’s correct. “No matter what, I’d do anything that you asked me to do. I’ll be with you through the good and the bad, as long as you’ll let me. I’d give you anything.”

Give you wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

She takes a moment to compose herself, trying to get the tears to subside. “I’d give you anything that you ever asked for, anything that you could ever want.”

That’s when you speak up again, “You already do give me everything I want, just by you agreeing to be mine! Don’t you get that?” She stays silent and you know that she’s still doubting it, still thinking that the things that you have to go through to be hers isn’t worth it.

Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother

“You’re a part of me, Taylor, you’re the love of my life. You’re my family. You’re family to my brother, to my mom, to everyone around me. None of us mind that you lead a hectic lifestyle, we’ve adjusted.” You say, pleading for her to understand that she means the absolute world to you.

Is it enough?

“You shouldn’t have to, though! You and your family and friends shouldn’t have had to adjust anything for me! That’s why I’m so upset about it. You had to change everything for this and now everyone drags you for it. You don’t deserve that. It would’ve been easier if we had never met.” She’s sobbing now, trying to hold them back, but failing just as much as you are.

But there’s robbers to the east, clowns to the west I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best

“There’s always going to be someone that has something to say, baby. That doesn’t matter! You’re who I want to be with, no matter what. I don’t mind that I had to adjust for you, I’d have to do so in any relationship. These things take compromise, love, you know that.” 

Of course she knows that, she’s had to compromise every relationship she’s ever been in due to the media. And you understood that, completely got why she was so worried about losing you. She had lost everyone before you because of the way things were portrayed.

But the rain is always gonna come if you’re standin’ with me

“It’s never going to get any better, Y/N. It’ll probably only get worse, if I’m being honest. It’s okay if you don’t want to deal with that. You can leave, I’ll be okay.” You completely freeze. What was she saying? You’d never leave.

But I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade, ocean wave blues come

“I’m not leaving. I love being with you.” You try to get her to look in your eyes but she refuses, too busy scuffing her shoes on the floor and watching them.

All these people think love’s for show But I would die for you in secret The devil’s in the details, but you got a friend in me

“Why aren’t you leaving? I’m giving you an out, why aren't you taking it?” She asks, and the look of confusion in her eyes breaks you heart.

Did she really think that you were going to leave?

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

“Taylor, I don’t want an out. I want you. I want you for the rest of my life, baby.” You say, taking the few steps needed to get to her and wrapping your arms around her.

She falls into them, and you gladly support her weight.

“So, me not being able to give you the peace and the privacy that you deserve is fine?” She sniffles into your neck.

“Yes, love bug, it’s completely fine, as long as I have you.” You run your hand through her hair, letting your digits caress her scalp in a soothing manner.

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

“And the fact that we’ll never get a real date?” She mumbles.

“We have real dates all the time. Just because we don’t go out doesn’t mean we can’t have our little nature dates.” You assure her.

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

“And even though you’ll always have things said about you?” A new round of sobs threaten to wrack through her body at this, and you quickly calm her.

“I’ll go through it all if I have you by my side. I love you, Taylor.” You pull her tighter into you.

“I love you, too.” She says, finally realizing that she’s all that you want.

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[spiderneds]

I’m Gonna Love You (Stephen Strange x Reader) Tangled AU

requested by @melonpanbread

this IS a doctor strange themed tangled au BUT i am using a song from The Hunchback of Notre Dame II bc it is a total rapunzel and flynn song

songs used:

Healing Incantation / Tangled 

I’m Gonna Love You / The Hunchback of Notre Dame II

I See The Light / Tangled

Let Me Save Him - The Tear Saves / Tangled

You marked another day off your calendar and took in a deep breath.

One more day until your birthday. 

You smiled to yourself, glancing out the single window that your tower had. Tomorrow night, the lights would appear in the sky, the same way they had for as long as you could remember. 

You had dreams of going to see them in person, with your mother. But she wouldn’t let you. She was terrified of you getting hurt, and even though you could handle yourself, were an adult, and tried to prove yourself time and time again, she would only get angry. 

She was gone, getting things for dinner. You were home alone, which you liked most. You would sit at your window, your hair (all seventy-five feet of it) hanging out of the window and almost touching the grass. That is the closest you ever got to touching the ground. You would try to take in as much of the warm, sweet smelling summer breeze as you could from your tower way above the ground.

Tired of looking at things you couldn’t ever be a part of, you sighed and turned away from the window, standing up and heading towards your bedroom. Your hair followed you as you went up the winding staircase, plopped on your bed, and shut your eyes.

You just wanted to be free.

A few minutes later, you woke up to the loud sound of the shutters being shut. You jumped in alarm, pulling your feet up on the bed. You leaned in close and heard two heavy footsteps.

Definitely not your mother’s.

You got up and quietly moved across the floor with bare feet. You eased yourself down the stairs and saw a man standing in your living room.

You struggled to hide your gasp of surprise. Your mother once told you that men had pointy teeth and none of them could be trusted.

Was that true?

You didn’t want to find out.

You grabbed a frying pan off the wall and snuck up behind him. He opened up a satchel and sighed. “Alone at last-”

You smacked him so hard in the back of the head that he tipped right over, unconscious. 

You dragged him to the closet and forced his body in there. To keep it shut, you pushed your mother’s favorite chair against the handles. You grinned triumphantly. Now all you had to do was wait for her to get home.

When she finally did ask you to throw your hair down and climb up it, you could barely contain your excitement. You pulled her up faster than normal, grinning with absolute delight.

“Hi, Mother,” you said, “welcome home.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I have a very big surprise for you!”

“So do I,” you gushed. “Look, I know you don’t think I’m strong enough to handle myself out there, Mom, but I have something that might change your mind.”

She laughed, swinging her legs over the window and stepping inside. “I hope you’re not still going on about the stars.”

You fought not to roll your eyes. “Astral projections. And, well, yeah, I’m leading up to that.” You walked over to the closet. 

“Because I thought we’d dropped the issue, dear...”

“I know, but I just wanted to say-”

She glared at you. “___,” she warned.

“Please?” you pressed.

“I mean it - no!”

“Oh, come on!” you whined. “I just think you should-”

“Enough with the lights, ___! You are not leaving this tower! Ever!”

You jumped. Never had she screamed at you like that.

Never had you been more frightened.

Seemingly exhausted, she dropped down in a chair. “Great. Now I’m the bad guy.”

You ducked your head so that your hair would fall around you like a curtain. You stepped in front of the closet. “All I was going to say, Mother... was... I finally know what I want for my birthday.”

“And what is that?” she asked grumpily. 

“New paints? Like the ones from the white shells you once brought me?” you lied. 

“Well that is a very long trip, ___. Almost three days time.”

“I know, I just... I thought it would be a better idea than the... the stars.” You faked a smile.

She nodded. “Alright. And you’ll be alright while I’m gone?” 

“I know that I’m safe so long as I’m here,” you said. 

She hugged you and kissed your hair. “I love you very much, dear.”

“I love you more,” you said.

“I love you most.”

She left a few minutes after, with a basket packed with food. You lowered her down and waved her off, and once she disappeared through the bushes, you were off to the closet, frying pan in hand, ready to face the guy in the closet.

But first, you grabbed the satchel that he was carrying and pulled out the thing inside. It was only one object - a pendent hanging from a gold chain. In the middle of the pendent was a glowing green stone.

You turned towards the mirror and slipped it on over your head. He hung off your neck and rested just below your chest. You touched it, eyes wide.

You took it off quickly, because you couldn’t keep wasting time. You hit it under the stairs the hurried back to the closet.

You opened the door and-

He fell out, unconscious. He landed right on his face. You winced. 

You managed to get him in a chair and tied him up with your hair. Then you cowered in the darkness, terrified, because he was starting to wake up.

When his eyes finally opened, he looked around. He yanked on the bounds and groaned. “Is this... hair?”

“Struggling...” you tried, then bit your lip. “Struggling is pointless!”

“Huh?” he asked, squinting into the darkness.

“I know why you’re here, and I am not afraid of you!” 

“What? Look, lady, I just came in here because I thought it was empty. I went up your tower, and-” He stopped and looked around. “Whoa - oh no! Where is my satchel?”

“I’m not answering questions until you answer mine!”

He frowned. “Fine.”

You stepped out of the darkness slowly. His eyes widened. “Who are you, and how did you find me?”

“What?” he whispered.

“Who are you... and how did you find me?” You pointed the frying pan at him.

“Are you serious?” he asked. “I wasn’t looking for you! Now where is my satchel?”

“If you’re not here to find me, then...” You crossed your arms. “I want to propose something to you.”

He sighed. “Which is...?”

“I’ll let you go with your satchel if, and only if, you take me to see the lights.”

He leaned in. “The lights?”

“Yeah,” you said. “The astral projections. Those streaks in the sky? They appear tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. That light thing they do for the Sorcerer Supreme’s daughter.” He nodded. “Why do you want to go see that?”

“Because it’s my dream,” you said simply.

“Oh, your dream. I get it.” He rolled his eyes. “I am gonna have to say no.”

Desperately, you gripped the arms of the chair he was on with both hands. You leaned in close. “Please,” you said, sounding incredibly desperate. “You are the only one that can take me.”

He stared at you for a long moment. Then his eyebrows furrowed together. “Are you trapped here?” he asked.

You swallowed. “Yes,” you said. “Please, Mr...”

“Uh, it’s Stephen Strange.” 

“Right. Please. I need... I need someone. It can’t be a mistake that you came across my tower.”

“Right, because there are so many around. I should have picked another,” he muttered.

“Stephen,” you whispered. “Please.”

He sighed and looked at you again. “Alright. Fine, I’ll do it. But get me out of this... this hair. Right now. And explain to me how the heck it is this long.”

“Got it.”

Not too long after, he was climbing down the side of your tower. You were standing up on the windowsill, frying pan tucked under your arm. You were looking down nervously.

This was your dream, yes, but - but could you do it?

“You coming?” he called up after you.

You bit your lip and nodded. You took in a deep breath. 

Here I go, you thought.

You jumped down, your hands forming around your hair to slide down it like a rope. You laughed in glee until you almost touched the grass - then you jerked to a stop, pulling your feet up. You were scared.

Hesitantly, you let your foot touch the soft, green blades. You gasped softly and dropped down. Then you fell to your knees, letting your palms run across the tops. You grinned. You had never smelled anything fresher, or felt any floor softer.

“I can’t believe I did this,” you breathed. You looked up to the sky, feeling the warm sun on your face. 

Oh gosh, this feeling.

“Hey, weirdo,” Stephen said. You looked at him. “Are we gonna go on and do this or what?”

“Yeah,” you said. You stood up and brushed the grass off your knees. “Sorry, I just... this is my first time outside.”

“Ever?” he asked. You nodded. “Jeez. That’s... crazy. So when am I going to hear this backstory of yours?”

“Uh... never,” you said. 

“What, really?”

“Really. I’ll only be with you two days, Stephen Strange. I can’t give my secrets up to everyone.”

But not only two hours later, you were running away from a group of police officers that were intent on arresting Stephen.

“What are they chasing us for?” you screamed.

“Uh... I may have stole some things.”

“Stole some things?” you asked.

“Yes. Like the necklace that you refuse to give back!”

You gasped. “That’s stolen?”

“Of course it is!” he said. “That is why I was hiding with it!”

“Oh my gosh.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. You pointed to subway station that was abandoned - and, from the sign, partially unfinished. “In there?”

“Sounds better than getting arrested,” he said. He ran ahead, going down the stairs first. When he got to the bottom, he turned around to reach for you. You landed on the bottom step and gasped-

The cops were coming down fast.

You gripped the bottom of your hair, leaving about three feet dangling down. You tossed it up and let it wrap around an exposed pipe. When you yanked it down, it piled up a large mountain of rubble and broke one of the water pipes. Gushes of cold water filled the place, and the rubble on the staircase made a tight wall.

“Oh no,” Stephen whispered.

You ran to the other side, but the ceiling fell there, too. You were blocked in on either side, and the water was filling up.

You kept moving, hitting the walls. Stephen was trying to as well, but it wasn’t budging.

He sighed. “Stop, stop, ___. Stop!” He grabbed your shoulders. “It’s too late, okay?”

“It’s not...”

“It is.” He shook his head. “We’re trapped.”

The water was up to your knees now. You sat down in it, anyway, letting it pool around your waist. You dropped your face in your hands. “I am so... I am so sorry, Stephen.”

“Why are you sorry?” he asked.

“This is all my fault. I never should have left.” You shook your head and looked at him. “And now I am getting you killed.”

“Don’t... don’t worry about me. You saved my life from being arrested.” He snorted. “Ironic that now I am about to die instead, but...” He pressed his lips together. “I can see that I am not making you feel any better.”

You sniffed and wiped your face. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he replied. 

“Why do you... why do you steal things?”

“Because... because I need to pay for surgeries. Of course, I ruined my chance by becoming wanted here in New York.” He raised his hands up so you could see how scarred they were. “A year ago, I got into an accident so bad that it paralyzed my hands. They healed, and I could move them, but... but they shake.” He hid them.

“And I ruined your chance to get that surgery,” you whispered. You shook your head. “I am so sorry.”

He nudged you. “Why don’t you just tell me something about you?”

“Okay, I, uh... have magic hair that glows when I sing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You... what?” 

You grabbed your hair in realization. The water was rising to your neck and you stood up. Stephen did, too, wrapping his arms around you when you almost fell. You grabbed onto his arms and looked up at him. “I have... I have magic hair that glows when I sing!”

He shook his head, not understanding. But the water was filling up fast, and it was already to your shoulders. He tried to lift you up as you started to sing.

“Flower gleam and glow,” you gasped, and Stephen’s head was under. He was holding you up. “Let your...power shine! Make the clock rev-” You were under now.

Underwater was glowing bright with your hair. Stephen was watching with wide eyes. You grabbed his hand and swam to wear your glowing hair was leading you - to a part of the structure that was weak enough to break through.

He kicked through it for you, and you and him both got caught in the current that dragged you outside of the wall. 

You fell on the ground, first, and Stephen after. You both burst into harsh coughs as you rolled over, trying to get all of the water out of your lungs.

“Are you... okay?” he managed.

You nodded.

“Great. Now... now can you tell me how your hair glows?”

You looked at him and smiled. “It doesn’t just glow.”

You sat in front of him at the end of the subway. He was staring at you while you wrapped your hair around his entire hands, covering every inch of them.

“So can you tell me what you’re doing, or...?” he asked.

“I can,” you said, smiling. You glanced up at him. “You scared?”

“A little. I’ve seen a lot of doctors work on my hands, even studied the injuries myself, but never thought of wrapping magic hair around it,” he muttered. 

“That’s your loss,” you said. You cradled his hands in yours. “Okay, now... don’t freak out, okay?”

“Okay,” he said softly. He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t identify. 

You shut your eyes and began to sing. “Flower gleam and glow, let your powers shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the fate’s design. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine. What once was mine.”

You opened your eyes and pulled your hair away. His hands weren’t even scarred. They didn’t shake. He turned them over again and again, his face nothing but shock.

“So?” you said, breaking the tension.

He looked at you and-

And he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “You... you fixed my hands. No surgeon anywhere could do that. I... I had given up hope. I didn’t... I can’t believe you...”

You laughed breathlessly. “It’s nothing.”

“That works for everything, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said, “Until... it’s cut. Once it’s cut, it looses its power. Then... then I’m normal.”

“Huh.” He nodded, looking at his hand. “I don’t know how to thank you for this.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, waving your hand. “Really, it isn’t anything.”

“But it is,” he said. “I... thank you.”

“I was happy to do it.”

“It’s - it’s...” He finally pulled away. “Well, I guess... I guess we need to keep on moving if we want to make it to see those lights.”

You made it to the real part of the city. The real part where everything was awake and bright and real and loud and busy. You were overcome with emotion, and Stephen was right there with you, finding joy somehow in your reactions.

He took you to see everything. Every tourist attraction... he bought it with his own money. You were overcome with emotion and in awe of how intent he was on giving you your dream.

He took you to the top of a building just as the sky grew dark. On your way up the elevator, you looked at him. “Where are we going?”

“Best night of your life, I figured you might want a decent seat.” 

At the very top was a balcony. You gasped, seeing the bright lights of the city. “Oh my gosh,” you breathed. 

“Like it?” he asked.

You shook your head, unable to find the words. You were so in awe of the bright lights that were such a strong contrast against the black-blue of the sky. But even the feeling of witnessing all that was in front of you...

Was nothing compared to the feeling of getting to see Stephen right in front of you.

You stepped closer to him and he leaned against the railing. You did, too, reaching for his hand. He let you take it. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t ashamed of himself.

“I want to thank you,” he said softly.

You looked at him. “For what?”

“For... everything.” He shook his head.

You smiled, eyes locked onto his.

Angel in disguise

Stories in his eyes

Love for every true heart that it sees Was it just a lucky day

That it turned to look my way

Or is it Heaven right before my very eyes. You flipped his hand over and traced your fingers across each line in his palm. He watched you happily, unable to tear his eyes away from you. You went up each of his fingers and back down, meeting at the center of his palm each time.

He showed me all new things

The shimmer of moonbeans

I was blind, but now he's helped me see. I was lost but now I'm found

His happiness surrounds

And now I find that my dreams can come true. 

“Hey,” he said softly. 

“What?” you mumbled.

“I want to ask you something,” he said.

You looked up at him.

“Do you have to go back?”

Cause I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

I'm holding you safe here in this heart of mine

I can't live without you cause my soul would die

You know I'm telling the truth, I'll spend the rest of my life loving you

“Yes,” you whispered. He nodded. “But I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t,” he said.

It didn't start this way

It happened just one day

You smiled at me and I saw you, differently.

Now I'm a tremble just to be

A part of you as we

Begin a life that's sure to never end.

“I have to.”

“You don’t.” He closed his hand around your fingers. “You can be with me.”

Cause I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life

I’m holding you safe here in this heart of mine

I can’t live without you cause my soul would die

You know I’m telling the truth, 

I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you

“Whether I stay with you or not... “ You breathed. “I need you to know how much it means, having you be here with me.” His forehead touched yours.

“Do you know how much you’ve changed me?” he asked. 

You looked up at him, smiling. His eyes shifted and he nudged you, getting your attention on the sky.

Where shoots of electricity began to spread across the ebony sky.

You sucked in a breath, eyes widening at the sight. There it was, so up close, so real. If you reached up your hand, you were sure you could touch it. You tried to, stretching your hands out so that your fingertips might just graze the light...

All those days, watching from the windows. All those years outside, looking in. All that time, never even knowing just how blind I’ve been. Now I’m here, blinking in the starlight. Now I’m here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it’s all so clear, I’m where I’m meant to be. And at last I see the light, and it’s like the fog has lifted. And at last I see the light, and it’s like the sky is new. And it’s warm and real and bright... and the world has somehow shifted. All at once, everything looks different...

You looked back at Stephen, who was pointing to a different part of the sky. 

Now that I see you.

You grabbed his hand, getting his attention. “Stephen?”

“What is it?” he asked, ducking his head close to yours.

“I... want to give you something.” Out of the pocket of your dress, you handed him the necklace. “I was... afraid. But the thing is, I’m not afraid anymore. You know what I mean?” 

He pushed that hand away and grabbed your free one. He pulled it up to his cheek and let it lay there. “I’m starting to.”

He cupped your waist with his other hand and brought you close to him. He pulled you in against him, and slowly, began to sway.

All those days chasing down a daydream. All those years living in a blur. All that time never truly seeing things the way they were. Now she’s here, shining in the starlight. Now she’s here, suddenly I know. If she’s here, it’s crystal clear, I’m where I’m meant to go.

“And at last I see the light,” you both sang softly, looking into each others’ eyes.

“And it’s like the fog has lifted,” he sang.

“And at last I see the light...”

“And it’s like the sky is new,” you sang, and he spun you both around.

“And it’s warm and real and bright... and the world has somehow shifted. All at once, everything is different, now that I see you. Now that I... see you.”

He leaned in. His nose brushed yours. He pushed your hair out of your face. 

“Now that I... see... you...”

His lips brushed yours gently, then he pulled back. 

You kept your eyes shut, waiting for him to just kiss you.

“I need to know,” he said, thumbs stroking your cheeks, “are you going to stay with me?”

You opened your eyes. The lights were gone now. You were just looking at him, dim now.

“I don’t... I don’t know.”

He sighed and nodded. He dropped his hands and stepped away.

You reached for him. “Stephen, I-

“I should get you home,” he said.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” you said. “I want to be with you, okay? Forever.”

He looked at you. “You’re being serious?”

“Of course I’m being serious,” you breathed. You laughed. 

He took you in his arms, lifting you off of your feet. His face was buried in your neck and you were wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“I’ll go get a ride for us,” he offered.

“Okay.” You grinned, not knowing where you were going, but grateful that it wasn’t back to the tower.

He walked back to the elevator without you.

You stayed up there for several long minutes, tapping your fingers against the railing. You were eager just to go. You were looking down below, waiting, waiting, waiting-

And seeing Stephen getting dragged into a police cruiser.

“Stephen?” you cried. You gasped. “Stephen!” 

He didn’t hear you. He struggled and struggled-

And then he was shoved inside.

“Oh no,” you whispered. Your heart was in your throat. You didn’t know what you would do-

“___?”

You turned, gasping loudly. “Mother?”

Your mother was there, standing at the elevator. “Oh, you’re alright. My little girl.”

“Mother,” you breathed. You ran to her, throwing your arms around her body. 

She hugged you tight. “Don’t worry, that man will never touch you again.”

“Touch me?” you asked. You looked up. “Mother, he... he didn’t take me. I left on my own.” Your eyes widened. “That’s what you told the police, didn’t you? They’re taking him because they think he took me! We have to stop them, we have to-” You tried to run around her, but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“No,” she said sternly. You froze in fear. “We are going home.”

Back in your tower, she cleared out every memory you had of Stephen. You even had the necklace still, and you hid it from her so she wouldn’t see.

You laid on your bed, staring at it. You sniffled, feeling tears streak your cheeks. Your heart was hurting so badly. 

You held up the necklace, at first by the chain, then by the pendant. You angled it, squinting your eyes. 

You realized something. 

The shape of the pendant, the designs inside... they matched every shape in between each of your paintings. You stood up, your heart thumping louder and louder. You stood up and spun in slow circles. 

They were everywhere.

You fell back against your dresser, shocked. 

The Sorcerer Supreme’s missing daughter. You were her.

“What was that noise?” your mother called. “___, what’s going on up there?”

You stumbled out of your bedroom. “I am the lost sorcerer,” you mumbled.

Your mother growled, “Speak up, ___.”

You glared at her. “I am the lost sorcerer. Aren’t I? Did I mumble, Mother?” You stepped out fully, hands curling into fists. “Or should I even call you that?”

“Do you even hear yourself?” she scoffed, walking up the rest of the stairs. 

You pushed her. “It was you! It was all you.” 

“Everything I did was to protect you,” she said.

You walked around her. “I have spent my entire life hiding from people who might use me for my powers, when I should have been hiding... from you!” You turned.

“Where will you go?” she asked. “He won’t be there for you.”

“What did you do to him?” you asked.

“That criminal is to be sentenced to death for his crimes.”

You gasped, hand on your heart. “No...”

“Now it’s all right, it’s all right,” she cooed. She reached out to touch your hair. “Everything is as it should be.”

You caught her hand. “No!” you shouted against clenched teeth. “You were wrong about the world. And you were wrong about me! And I will never let you use my hair again!” You pushed her out of the way.

She stumbled back, getting knocked into the mirror. It tipped over and shattered.

You glared at her, then hurried to the window.

“You want me to be the bad guy?” she mumbled. “Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.”

Just as you swung your leg over the tower, she dragged you back. “No!” you screamed, thrashing. You tried to hit her, but she grabbed your hand and pushed you to the floor. She dragged you to the wall, where she had chains - ready to lock you up. “No, get away from me!”

“Stop fighting me, ___,” she growled. “Stop. Fighting me!” 

She put a cloth over your mouth and chained you to the wall. You were helplessly stuck there.

Unknown to you, Stephen was outside of your tower. 

“___?” he cried. “___, let down your hair!”

You screamed against the cloth at your mother, who grabbed your hair and threw it down for him to climb up. You cried and pleaded, begging her not to do it. But she only smiled and did it, anyway.

A few minutes later, he appeared and fell through the window. “___, I thought I’d never see you again.” He looked up, smiling, and gasped.

“Stephen!” you screamed against the cloth.

A moment later, your mother appeared out of the shadows and stabbed him in the stomach. He fell to the ground in agony, and you cried out.

“Now look what you did, ___,” she said. “Oh, don’t worry. Our secret will die with him. And as for us? Well, we are going where no one will ever find you again!”

You kept fighting to get to him, even if it was impossible. You just wanted to touch him, to heal him...

She unchained you and opened up a door in the floor that you never knew existed. She dragged you towards it and you fought harder.

“Oh come on, ___! Enough already! Stop... fighting me!” 

“No!” you screamed, the cloth falling off your mouth. “I won’t stop! For every moment of the rest of my life, I will fight. I will never stop trying to get away from you.” You shook your head. “But... if you let me save him, I will go with you.”

“No,” Stephen gasped. “No, ___.”

You ignored him. “I’ll never run, I’ll never try to escape. Just let me heal him, and we can be together just like you want. Forever, just like you want! Everything will be the way it was. I promise! Just like you want. Just. Let. Me. Heal. Him.”

She let you go. She chained him up tight and you wasted no time to run to him. You helped him onto his back and he looked up at you in teary pain. 

“Oh, Stephen,” you whispered. He cried out your name and you hushed him, touching his face, his hair. “It’s alright, I’m here. I’m here.” You looked at his wound and tears filled your eyes. “Oh, I am so sorry. Everything is going to be okay though, just-” You picked up your hair.

He pushed your hand away, like he did with the necklace only a day before. “No, ___,” he grunted.

“I promise, you have to trust me!” you said.

“No,” he replied.

“Come on,” you pleaded. 

“I can’t let you do this,” he said, looking into your eyes. 

You shook your head, feeling absolutely broken. “And I can’t let you die.”

“But if you do this...” You cupped his cheek as he managed to spit out, “then you will die.”

“Hey,” you said softly, smiling. “It’s gonna be alright.”

You put your hair over the wound and closed your eyes, ready to sing.

“___?” he breathed. “Wait...”

You looked at him. He pushed your hair back, and you leaned in. Just as your lips brushed his, though, he grabbed all of your hair at the back of your neck and cut through it with a shard from the mirror your mother had knocked over earlier.

Your hair fell off of you, leaving a short cut left at the base of your neck.

“Stephen, what...” You looked at him in horror.

“No!” your mother screamed. She grabbed at your hair as it changed. She was starting to age quickly. As she fell apart, she stumbled towards the window. “What have you done? What have you done? No, no, no, no... no!” She fell out of it. 

You watched her fall, then, in the silence left, you wrapped your arms around Stephen. You pulled him into your lap and cried out his name. 

“Stephen, no, no, no, no... stay with me, Stephen! I’m right here, you have to stay with me-” you pleaded. He coughed and you stroked his face, then lifted his hand up and put it on what was left of your hair. “Flower gleam and glow, let your... powers shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine...”

“___,” he breathed. 

You looked at him, sobbing now. “What?”

“You are my new dream,” he breathed, not looking at you.

You shook your head. “And you are mine.”

He died in your arms not even a second later, and you were left all alone in the world.

His body laid limp in your lap, and you stroked his face as you softly sang.

“Heal what has been hurt, change the fate’s design. Save what has been lost... bring back what once was mine.” You dropped your head so your forehead touched his. “What once was... mine.” 

As you started to sob, your tears fell on his cheek. 

And in that single tear that you shed, a light of gold. 

You kept weeping over him, until you noticed a light coming out of the wound that took his life. You looked up and in shock. 

You remembered who you were the daughter of. If your real mother was full of magic, then you were, too. Not just your hair.

The light vanished and you leaned in to look at Stephen. His eyes partly opened, and a wash of breath ran out of his lips. 

“___?”

“Stephen?” you asked. 

He looked at you and smiled. “Did I ever tell you that I had a thing for (h/c)?”

You gasped in delight. “Stephen!” you cried. You threw your arms around him and pulled him close.

He embraced you back happily, You sobbed into his shoulder and he pressed his face into the skin of your neck, smiling happily. You pulled back to kiss him passionately, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours.

You were overjoyed to be with Stephen now. You both left your tower without looking back-

And he, being so supportive and head over heels in love with you, even insisted that you find your real mother.

Your mother was someone called the Ancient One, and she was overjoyed to see you. Your reunion was sweet, and she told you of all that she went through to find you. The lights were meant to call to you home to her, and they worked.

“I knew they would,” she said. “And now you can join me in your destiny of magic.” She looked at Stephen. “You too, Stephen Strange.”

You both joined your mother in Kamar Taj. Together, you both studied and practiced to become sorcerers. 

Stephen often told the story of how you both met again and again to Wong, who was less than enthusiastic about hearing it. But he listened, anyway, because he liked you. 

“No I know what you’re thinking,” Stephen said, “Did ___ and I ever get married? Well, I am pleased to tell you that after years of asking and asking and asking... I finally said yes.”

“Do people typically laugh at your jokes?” Wong asked, annoyed.

He didn’t answer. He was watching you for a response.

“Stephen,” you scolded from across the room, a book in your lap.

“Alright, alright. I asked her.” He crossed the room and you stood up, taking his hand in yours. “And we’re living happily ever after.”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes we are.” 

He leaned down and kissed you passionately.

You smiled and held onto your forever-dream a little tighter.

[numberonephanboy-blog]

Saved by a Stray pt. 1

(Reposting bc i fixed some of the mistakes)

Warnings: uhh pre smut ig (but not until the end). Mentions of fighting. My horrendous grammar.

It gets better a you go on, I just suck at starts.

Dan’s P.O.V

I know this is beyond cheesy and cliché, but Phil and I are secret agents. We’re part of this really special unit from our faction that was formed in the after math of the worlds destruction. And when together we’re one of the best working teams out there. Finding partner, in the post-apocalyptic state that we call the world, is next to impossible. So Phil and I have a pact, as long as feelings aren’t involved, we can get each other off from time to time. Our friend Chris is currently in trouble and all I can think about the past three days is trading myself for his release. Which brings us to our current situation.

A bear of a man approached me and offered me a cup of beer. Well, what was considered beer. I said my thanks even though I knew fully well I wouldn’t be drinking it. Can’t be alert with this slush running through your veins.

“Can’t have the good hero boy feeling left out on the beer,” he said with a grin. He had at least six long scars across his face, making him appear far more menacing.

Thank you.“ I said again.

“No prob. Hey I saw your fight the last time you were in this area. Not that you could call it one. You were too hard core for it to be fair. But, man I was blown away. Never seen anything like it.” he peered at me from under a thick fan of lashes. /Ew/ I thought to myself. “So…how do you do it? Do you have like a special trick or move? There has to be some secret to that nimble body of yours.”

I suppress the need to cringe inwardly. “It’s just something I do, special training I guess, good reflexes.”

“Well, you should think about getting in the pit tonight. We’ve been talking about you, and the guys that missed it will do just anything for the chance to watch you work.”

The pit. In this faction most of the agents are all hyped and vamped to get in the pit and test each others strengths. The one and only time I was in the pit, I took every single person that was thrown at me. That night I wasn’t thinking clearly and needed a quick way to blow off some stream. “Maybe another time,” I said. To me, fighting was a business-a privilege-not a sport.

Phil appeared at my side, glaring at the man who then, holding up his hands, backed off. Phil took my arm and pulled me away.

“We found out what Hodad means,” he said the moment we were alone. All the reprimand I was about to say suddenly died out.

“Well? Tell me.” I demanded.

Taking the cup of beer from my hands he says, “Hands of death and destruction.”

Oh….well fuck.

“Chase’s men also found out where Dr. Sans Cœur has been hiding” he adds. “They’re sending a team to bring him here. He might be able to tell us where chris is being kept.”

“You’re not going?” I asked.

“I delegated. Come on.” He led me out of the building and across the cold, barren field.

“Where are we going?”

“The safe house.” he replies easily.

Alone? For a lecture…or something else?

He led me to a small, dark, painted house with a password on the door. After punching in the code, we walked in together. The room is darkly lit with a big hand-knitted rug in front of a fireplace. The walls are painted where there used to be blank drywall.

“It’s been furnished,” I say surprised.

“Only this room.” He says while building a fire. “ look, I know you and I know you’re thinking it’ll be okay for you to trade yourself for Chris.”

Lecture. Great. I got comfortable on the rug.

“But it’s not okay. Not now, not later. And don’t even think about arguing. I lead our group mission. Hence, I lead you. I make the decisions, and you do what I say.”

This is the same Phil right? Not a replacement clone? “The only reason I’m not knocking you to your knees and making you beg for mercy right now is because I know you’re speaking from a place of deep concern for me. But, Phil? You are seriously irritating the shit out of me.”

He sat down in front of me. I yanked at the collar of his shirt and let the material snap back into place.

“You’re either my best friend or my boss,” I said. “You can’t be both. Pick one.”

He scooted closer to me so close I basically had to straddle his lap to remain upright. Big hardship. His chest brushed against mine, and whether accidental or intentional, it sent a thrill through my entire body.

“Boss then.” He says coolly.

As different, emotions played havoc with my heartbeat, the scent of strawberries teased me.“Best case scenario, I don’t have to trade myself and Dr. Sans Cœur will think I’m willing. And yea he’ll try to double cross us like we’re doing to him, but you’re acting like we don’t have a chance.” I try hiding my breathlessness as he runs a hand down the knoches in my spine. “There’s a chance I can save our friend.”

“A chance you could be tortured or killed.” He says with conflicting emotions.

We’re getting dangerously close to that line that we weren’t supposed to cross. So in attempts to getting us off that path I tighten my grip on him. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” I sigh.

“Fine, just don’t go being a hero. Yea we’re good guys and we fight for what’s right, but I’m in charge and we need to do things my way.” He says, pulling my body closer.

“Agreed. As long as your way is my way.”

“You’re right, let’s for get this for now. I have a better use for your mouth.”

“Way ahead of you.” I chime in before connecting out lips. I place my hand on his shoulders and push him down into the rug, but he’s quick to roll us over.

This is always my favorite part. Fighting for whose on top. Phil wins almost every time, but not because he stronger than me, its because somewhere inside myself, I know I like having his weight pressing down on me.

He’s fast as he takes my hands and pins them down, having learned I’d use them to flip us back around. He smile down at me wickedly before diving back in for a rough kiss. I kiss back with just as much enthusiasm.

“Is this you’re way of distracting me?” I ask, making sure my voice is extra breathy. I press my body up against his. “It’s working.” I then quickly take advantage of him thinking that he’d won already and flip us over. My hands now trapped his, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

“Mmm,” I sigh happily. “It’s been weeks since we’ve done this.”

“What?” He responds with another wicked smile, “Laying here…talking?”

I rock my hips against his, “you know what I mean…kissing.” I place hot kisses to his jaw, “Touching…” I run my hands up his sides and over his chest. “Everything.” I say actually breathless. He flips us around for a final time.

“Dan.” He groans.

Alright well needless to say, we fucked. Again. For I’m not even sure what time, we’ve done it so much, but anyway, i’m running out of time for this journal entry thing so I’ll leave it here for now.

-DH

A/N Hi so I’m Toby and this is my first time writing and posting a fic i’m hella scared to be perfectly honest but whatever. This was heavily inspired by a book I read like 4 years ago. If you have suggestions or want me to continue with this let me know. Thanks guys :)

[s-tarboi]

"I don't want your pity, I want your absence." with Alize and Latis //rip that one probably hard

whoops this was longer than I meant it but aayye here you go bb some alize/latis angst for the soulalso sorry for any grammatical errors or anythingI’m still tired af bc I couldn’t take that nap oops

Soft clinking of chains filled the cell as Alize tried to move. The chains themselves were short and way too fucking tight, to the point she was sure her wrists were bruised. Then paired with the fact the cell itself was barely larger than she was, only big enough to fully extend her legs but not much more than that. A small barred window was placed high on the wall she was currently resting on. It was snowing, as was the norm for this kingdom of ice after all. A cold chill came through the window and Alize shivered slightly. This was definitely a change of scenery from the sunny prairie lands of the south in which she grew up in.

Despite the freezing temperature, the pain in her arms and wrists, and the discomfort of the cell, this was all trivial things compared to what may possibly lay in store for her later. To say she was terrified was an understatement. While, yes, she could potentially be face to face with the person who sent her mother to her early grave, finally be able to see for herself what a horrible savage this Latis the Demented Queen was, that didn’t excuse the fact that Alize was utterly powerless in this situation. She had no weapons, couldn’t use her fists, couldn’t even bribe herself out this situation… Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck…. What to do..Time was ticking down on her clock. She heard the tick, tick, tock drumming in her ears louder than the Church bells on a Sunday morning even though it’d be ridiculous to have a clock in a jail cell. Regardless, she heard it. Painfully aware that this could be the last day she breathed. Even so, she remained vigilant. Alize refused to let her mother’s legacy die in vain with her. No. She would go kicking and screaming if she had to. Or at least take as many of these crazy bastards that lived in this godforsaken castle with her as she could to the after life with her.A sound caught her attention. Metal scraping on metal as the jail’s main gate was raised. Someone was here. A new prisoner perhaps? Guards making their rounds, spitting and jeering at the prisoners as they passed by? Both, maybe? Or was it finally time to meet this oh-so-infamous queen? Heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the jail’s halls. She remembered there was a cross section at the end of her hallway. If they turned left, she was safe for now. Right and surely they were coming for her as there weren’t many people on this wing of the halls.Her heart beat faster as she heard the person stop….They picked up again and she smiled to herself, her head dropping low, and her stomach in her throat. The person had gone right. She let out a long, soft breath to clear her mind of every negative thought. She could do this. She could get out of this. Latis won’t get the chance to kill Alize just like she’d killed mom. She gently shook her raven black hair back as best she could from her face. Just in time before the footsteps stopped outside her cell. Looking up, she was met eye to eye with a rough looking guy. He looked around her age, early adulthood that is, though his face was covered in scars and one eye seemed blinded and clouded over. He had short, messy, ginger hair and wore a scowl. Alize guessed quickly that must be how he looked quite often. His armor was the same as every other guard in the castle. Faded blueish gray with yellow markings across the shoulders and various other parts.“Ready or not, Queen Latis summons you, girl.” he said in a bitter tone. His voice was deep and gravely, not at all what she expected. She didn’t voice this opinion out loud, of course, instead just simply nodding. The guard opened her cell, grabbing her chains, dismounting them from the wall and leading her through the twisting and winding dungeon up into the castle itself. As they walked, Alize took in as much as she could. The dungeon had been grimy and cold and smelled of shit and death. But once they got into the castle, it was like a whole different world. Bright, shiny knick-knacks covered each shelf, as well as books, papers, and journals. Large, lavish paintings and tapestries adorned the walls as well. To Alize, they were all of random scenes, random people, nothing she particularly cared about nor was interested in.They eventually came to a set of wide double doors, made of a dark oak. It was smooth and almost appeared glossy, much like the rest of the castle she mused to herself. The ginger headed guard that had been escorting her opened the doors, pulling her along with him as he stepped inside. The chains clinked almost too loudly in the way too quiet throne room. People were gathered here, all eyeing her either suspiciously, accusingly, or downright hatefully as she was pulled in front of where Latis herself sat on her lavish and aggravatingly posh throne, made of red satin and the trim lined with yellow, orange, and white gemstones.Latis herself looked at Alize with a sour look, her featured tightening ever so slightly. She had chocolate colored hair pulled into a tight pony tail, caramel colored skin, and light yellow eyes. Age wrinkles adorned every part of her body, as well as three long scars that sat in the middle of her face, adding more to her scowl than normal.  Her clothes consisted of a floor length dress the same faded blue as the guards’ armor, an icy colored sash wrapped around her hips and thrown over her shoulder. Light beige trimmed the sash and she wore a dark gray armlet with a large sapphire stone placed in the center. She definitely gave off a vibe of power and royalty.“So. You’re the rebellions leader, girl?” Latis finally spoke. Her voice was harsh like sandpaper over a chalkboard. It reminded Alize of a hissing cat.Alize simply looked at the queen. “No. We don’t have a dictatorship like you’re miserable excuse for a kingdom. We vote on our actions amongst ourselves. The strongest of us are the ones that take action first, while the rest follow. The ones who aren’t afraid to risk their lives for our cause, who know how to rally, inspire, and empower our, er, weaker willed members. We lead ourselves.”“Then you are apart of the rebellion. Treason as it is. Punishable by death or exile, y’know. Maybe both.” Latis laughed to herself. It was a wicked and shrill laughter and it almost hurt Alize’s ears.“So it may be. But I assure you, Stormscar, even if I fall by your hands, another will take my place. Then that person may fall and another will take their place. And so on and so on. Until we overthrow your kingdom and restore a peaceful government to these lands our ancestors used to call home. That goes for all unjust and biased kingdom.”“Sounds more like world domination to me.” Latis cawed again.“No. All we want is peace for the kingdoms. We’re tired of war. Tired of living in fear that our husbands, our wives, our children, our lives we’ve built generation after generation could be demolished in the blink of an eye before the next sunrise. Call it whatever you will, in the end its your well deserved justice.” Alize retorted.“Justice? That’s a load of horse crap, dear. There is no justice in this world. Just suffering and agony at the hands of people like you who come brandishing their weapon of silver tongues, calling for peace and harmony and all that tree hugging hippie bullshit. Even if you were to end this apparently “wicked” reign of mine, as you said, another will take my place. Another just like me. Then another after them. What then? Back to square one it would seem.” Latis said, drumming her fingers on the arms of her chair impatiently.“Maybe you have a point. Maybe this world is destined to be drowned in chaos until we as a species end up killing ourselves to extinction. However, I don’t believe that. I believe, eventually, there will be someone that will come to their senses and say “Hey, the way we’re doing things is bad. Maybe we should change?” But that would never happen with narrow minded simpletons like yourself… You’re majesty.” Alize spit the last words at Latis’s feet, though the queen didn’t flinch at all.“Perhaps that may be the case. I do pity you, girl, I wish I was as naive to the world and how it works as you were. Maybe one day you’ll learn that corruption is a natural part of life and the most powerful always come out on top.” Latis said.Alize spit to Latis again, this time managing to strike the queen’s dress. Latis raised an eyebrow though Alize spoke before she could. “I don’t want your pity. I want your absence. And we’ll see to it you’re replaced. For the people. For my mother.”Latis then raised a hand, signalling for the guard from before to step forward. “Baphomet, kill her. Leave her body where these revolutionists will find her body. I want a message sent to them that we’ll kill anyone that will oppose us.”“Yes, m’lady.” Baphomet said, drawing his sword without a second thought. Alize narrowed her eyes. So much for getting out of this alive. For a moment she thought about trying to fight her way out of the castle. But she realized she was hopelessly outnumbered. The odds were stacked against her. She couldn’t escape. Instead, she accepted her demise, refusing to give Latis the satisfaction of hearing her scream as the sharp metal of Baphomet’s blade sliced open her jugular, blood pouring across the white marble floor of the throne room. All the while, until the very end, Alize glared straight at Latis.She’d failed her mother. Her people. The kingdoms. The rebellion. She failed them all. But she still had hope that Latis, and all the other tyrant rulers of this world, would get their judgement. If not by her hands, by someone else just as worthy to uphold the rebellions morals and laws.