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inuiiwonderland · 1 month

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Twisted captivity

Chapter 1

Twst third years x fem reader

A/n: here is the first chapter of my new series “twisted captivity” !! Again this is a yandere series so it will have some dark themes! Also, the first couple chapters will be more on the short side since It has been a while since I wrote anything and also because of my major writers block and motivation for writing. So I’m taking baby steps rn lol. But I genuinely wanna write this since it’s been on my mind for MONTHS! So enough about my rambling I really hope you guys enjoy this!

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You walked down the long hallway as Crowley explained to you the rules and things you would be in charge of.

“Since your father told me you’re a researcher, you will be in charge of writing down every detail and interaction you have with the mers and also help us understand more about them and their biology!”

You simply nodded, still not believing that he has REAL mermaids and mermen’s in his care.

“You will also be in charge of feeding them, cleaning and taking care of their tanks! Though do be careful, some of them can be very wary and may attack when they feel threatened!”

“Ah that’s…good to know”

“Great! Now it’s time for you to come meet them so follow me” You followed him as he led you down a long hallway before walking through a double door which led you to a giant lab. In there you can see a big window as people rush in all sorts of directions.

“This is our lab! Here we run all our experiments and test” Your eyes grow wide as you see a couple of people roll in a big cart with an equally large tank which has a mermaid inside.

The poor thing was thrashing around in the tank as she clawed on the glass. The tank must have been made with really strong glass since it didn’t crack or break by how hard the poor thing was banging on it. The cart was rolled to another room, which you did NOT want to know about.

“Don’t worry she’ll be fine”

Something tells you she wouldn’t….

“Come follow me! I’ll show you the less aggressive ones first”

Okay now you were slowly starting to regret this

Maybe you should’ve stayed home and made yourself a good meal as you watched your favorite show. But no, you decided to show up instead.

What if this is all illegal? What if the government or whoever doesn’t even know such a thing exists?! Or maybe Crowley is working for the government?!

As you begin to panic, you accidentally bump into said man as he comes to a stop.

“Sor-“

“We’re here!” You step aside and you stare in awe as you are met with a beautiful sight.

The place looked absolutely gorgeous. It definitely didn’t look like it belonged in a research facility.

The place had a huge waterfall along with some beautiful trees and huge rocks and caves. You noticed a bridge in the center of it all and it had beautiful long vines surrounding it.

This definitely looked like it came from a fairy tale

“Welcome to the heartslabyul enclosure!” He says with a big smile.

“This place is so…”

“Amazing right? I’m glad you think so because I spent millions on this place!”

“Hey Crowley!” You both turned around to see a man with black and white hair. The man looked annoyed as he glared down at Crowley.

“Ah! Crewel! Nice seeing you here today, say why are you here?” The man scowled.

“I work here you idiot”

“Hey now that’s not a good way to talk to your boss! I have a new worker here with me and you can’t make it seem like calling me an idiot is okay!” Crowley says as crewel turns to look at you.

“You should still run while you have the chance” He says which causes Crowley to gasp.

You just awkwardly laugh as crewel and Crowley continue to bicker back and forth. You step away from the two as you decide to explore the area a bit more.

You walk down the bridge and to a small path that leads you to another beautiful part of the area. As you continued exploring, you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that peeked from under one of the lily pads.

Red eyes followed you as you continued to walk down the path.

Weird….never seen her around before

He watches you like a hawk before quickly ducking down as you turn around.

You eye the water curiously

“Weird….could’ve sworn I heard something” As you were about to walk a little closer towards the water, the sound of your name being called made you stop. You look up to see Crowley waving at you from the bridge.

“Come! I have more things to discuss with you in my office!” You just nodded but before you left, you looked back at the water one last time before walking away and to where crowley was.

As you leave, the boy slowly comes back up with curious eyes.

She looks nice….

Again sorry for such a short chapter😓 but as I said, baby steps!

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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months

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hi i love ur older sister oneshots. i was wondering if you could write one of the sister and matt? like maybe it’s a flashback of when matt was like 17 or 18 or something or even in the present but he kinda becomes really protective over the sister after seeing one of his friends or maybe influencer friends like flirt with her? he starts like throwing his arm sound her and not letting her leave his sight etc and the sisters just confused because obviously she’s married but matt still can’t help but be protective or maybe this is when matt is in high school i don’t know 😭

Big Sister PT.3- Sturniolo Triplets

pairing: BigSister!Reader x LittleBrother!Triplets

classification: platonic fluff, sibling banter

warning: use of Y/n, slight cursing, mention of jealousy, overprotective brothers, Sam and Colby are in this ofc, short

inspiration: requests^^, Ghost Hunting at Haunted Driscoll Hotel (ft. Sturniolo Triplets)

summary: Your brothers have always been overprotective of you, and they do a good job of showing it while filming with Sam and Colby.

Big Sister PT.1, PT.2

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“Okay, Y/n and I will share a bed. And you and Matt can share a bed,” Nick instructs pointing between Chris and Matt as you all entered your shared hotel room. He was always so bossy towards the rest of you, feeling no shame in directing every situation.

“Umm no, how about you three share a bed and I sleep all by myself,” you say. You’re only half-joking, this is your the first time away from your husband in a while and the last thing you wanted to do was share a bed with one of your brothers. But, seeing as there’s only two beds, you’re going to have to share with one of them whether you wanted to or not.

“Ew don’t be sassy,” Nick replies, dumping his bags on one of the beds. You roll your eyes, dumping your stuff onto the same bed.

“No, since you don’t wanna share with me get your dirty things off my bed,” Nick says, grabbing your things and throwing them onto the other bed dramatically. Chris and Matt are watching in amusement, you and Nick always managed to get into an argument no matter the situation.

“Me and Matt are sharing, you guys can sleep on the floor,” Chris comments, plopping down on the mattress and kicking his shoes off. The flight from L.A to Texas was exhausting, mostly because he had Nick yapping in his ear about the week’s itinerary. Then Matt wouldn’t stop getting up to use the restroom, the anxiety of flying hitting him like a ton of bricks.

Matt joins him on the bed, kicking his shoes off and propping his feet on your things. “Matt! Get your stinky boy feet off my stuff!” you exclaim, slapping his feet dramatically. He erupts in a fit of laughter, wiggling his toes inside his socks to taunt you. Chris laughs too, joining Matt and rubbing his feet on your bags.

“You two are disgusting,” Nick comments with a small chuckle, grabbing a few things as he heads into the restroom. You pinch Chris’s pinky toe, causing him to yelp in pain and move his feet immediately. You send a warning look towards Matt, ready to pinch him too if he doesn’t stop.

“What? My feet are clean!” Matt protests.

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The long awaited day has finally arrived, your brothers were collabing with Sam and Colby. At first you were content with watching from the sidelines, only accompanying them because they invited you. But, they were successfully able to persuade you into being a main character for the video. Ever since your appearance on the Cut The Camera podcast, the fans have fallen in love with you. Every time the triplets mention you in a video, their comments are flooded with requests for them to bring you back.

You’ve been a fan of Sam and Colby for as long as you can remember, following them since their days on vine. Also, because you’re close in age with them, you can easily relate to their content. Not to mention that you had the biggest crush on Colby when you first became a fan. Your brothers knew how big of a fan you were, so of course they had to invite you along.

When Sam and Colby mentioned that the filming would be done in the Haunted Driscoll Hotel in Austin, your brothers jumped at the opportunity to invite you, it was the perfect opportunity for you to finally meet two of your favorite content creators. Plus Austin was extremely close to your small town, so the drive wasn’t too long, and you were more than happy to spend some quality time with your three brothers.

The four of you are currently meeting Sam and Colby at a barbecue restaurant near the Driscoll Hotel. First impressions are important, so you’ve dressed your best and even done your makeup. It’s not that you want to impress them, it’s just that you’ve been a fan for so long that you want them to remember you at your best. Your brothers can sense how excited you are, rolling their eyes at your fangirl-like behavior.

You pull up to the restaurant parking lot, an excited expression written all over your face. Matt, who’s sitting in the seat behind the passenger seat, is the first to notice this, “Calm down, buddy.” You couldn’t help it though, you felt like a middle schooler finally getting to meet her favorite celebrity.

“I am calm,” you reply coyly, sending him an annoyed look through the rear view mirror. Chris who’s sitting in the passenger seat speaks as he lowers the radio, “You’re literally squealing like a little girl.”

You scrunch your nose, you don’t like that word it made it sound like you were an animal, “ew don’t say that. It’s weird.”

“Don’t say what?” Nick asks, finally tuning into the conversation.

“Squeal. Chris said I’m ‘squealing,’ “ you do air quotes around the word, each time you say it it sounds more and more cursed. “Cause you literally are. Don’t forget you’re a MARRIED woman,” Matt chimes in, becoming annoyed with your behavior. In reality you weren’t even being weird, you were just excited, your brothers were just making it weird.

You roll your eyes at them, they’re overreacting. Your left hand comes up from your lap, wiggling your ring finger so they could see the diamond ring, “pretty hard to forget.”

Matt’s about to reply, but Nick notices Sam and Colby approaching your vehicle. They’re squinting their eyes, trying to see through the dark tinted windows. “Shush! They’re coming!” Nick exclaims, making a quick hand signal in front of Matt’s face to shut him up. Matt slaps his hand away, “Nick get your hand out of my fucking face.”

Another argument is about to begin, but Nick opens his car door before anything else can be said. The three of you follow suit, joining Nick as he walks towards Sam and Colby. With each step you felt the nerves bubbling up in your stomach, they were really right there! It felt so surreal, it felt like an actual dream.

As the pair walked closer they greeted you all, unafraid and without any hint of awkwardness in their tone. This made it easier to meet them and you couldn’t help but let your hug linger a little too long. Your brothers watched intently, eyes closing in on Colby’s hand’s that wandered too far south for their liking, but they didn’t say anything.

When you all finished eating, the conversation between the group came naturally. Most of the questions were directed towards your brothers, seeing as they were the famous ones, but Colby managed to create a linguistic flow between just the two of you. It was easy to talk to him; you two were close in age and had so much in common because of it.

“So you live in Texas?” Colby asks, his finger pinching his straw so he can stir his drink around. He has a big, cheeky smile on his face as he locks eyes with you, mindlessly flirting with you.

You didn’t even notice he was flirting, you were just so excited to be meeting him. Plus, you weren’t flirting, you were just fangirling. “Yeah, I moved down here not too long ago. I still travel a lot back to Boston and sometimes I’ll go visit them in L.A,” you reply, motion towards your brothers who are deeply immersed in a conversation with Sam.

Colby hums in response, taking a sip of his drink. His eyes are trained on you as he replies, “Which do you like more? Texas, Massachusetts, or California?”

You send him a look of hurt, pretending to be offended by such a difficult question. “How could I ever choose?” you reply playfully, a small laugh following. Each place held a different significance for you and was special in its own way, but you’d definitely choose Massachusetts over anything. It was your home base, the place that you and all your brothers, including Justin, called home.

“C’mon just one,” he teases. His hands inch slowly towards yours that are resting on the table, but you’re too innocent to notice that he’s actively trying to make a move on you.

“Okay, fine. Massachusetts.”

Colby hums in response as his hand finally reaches yours, squeezing it tightly in his firm grip. You look down in shock, finally realizing what he was doing. Your diamond wedding ring was on full display, but even that didn’t stop him.

As soon as Colby’s skin comes in contact with yours, your brothers notice. Their focus goes from their conversation with Sam to the horrific scene on the table. Sam notices the shift in attention and follows their gaze, mentally facepalming at his friend’s boldness. Leave it to Colby to flirt with someone they barely met, someone who is directly related to their soon to be ‘business partners.’

Sam kicks Colby from under the table, trying to signal that he needs to stop whatever he’s doing, “So, should we start heading to the hotel?”

Colby let’s go of your hand reluctantly.

“Yeah we should go,” you say, pulling your hands off the table and into the pocket of your sweater. Your mind was racing, did THE Colby Brock have a crush on you? You look towards your brothers expectantly, hoping they’d chime in so you can leave this awkward situation.

“Okay. We’ll meet you there,” Colby comments, standing from his spot across you and patting Sam on the back, leading him out the door as they briefly wave you all goodbye. He steals one last look at you, a smirk on his face. You all wave back while watching as they walk to their car, waiting until they’re fully inside to talk about what just happened.

Nick is the first to speak, “What the FUCK was that?” His finger motions erratically where your and Colby’s hands were previously intertwined. A disgusted look is etched all over his face. You didn’t even know what just happened, so you don’t respond.

“Did he fucking hold your hand?” Chris asks, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was fighting to keep professional, for some reason it really bothered him that Colby was ballsy enough to pull a move like that on you in front of them.

“I think so. He was just being friendly,” you try to reason, twirling your wedding ring on your finger from under the table. “That was NOT just a friendly interaction, Y/n. He was literally eye fucking you,” Nick comments again, gathering all the trash on the table onto his tray. Your face goes red, had he really been flirting with you?

Matt’s face scrunches in disgust, “Nick don’t say shit like that. It’s fucking weird.”

“What! It’s true!” Nick replies, getting up and tossing his tray in the trash. “Nick just shut the fuck up, you’re being weird,” Chris interjects, sending Nick a warning look. Nick was placing an image in their head that they didn’t want to imagine.

“That’s not true, Nick. He was just trying to include me,” you say, getting up from your seat and throwing your own tray away.

When your brothers had first invited you to be a part of this collaboration you were anxious to enter a hotel surrounded by paranormal activity but excited to meet two of your favorite YouTubers, now you’re just nervous to be around Colby again.

“Yeah trying to include you in his bed,” Nick jokes in a dramatic tone, leading the way back to the car.

“Nick, actually shut the fuck up. I’m going to punch you,” Matt speaks this time. He’s so uncomfortable with this conversation, mainly because you’re his sister and he hates how Nick is talking about you, but also because he doesn’t know whether to take on the roll of the overprotective brother or to let it slide for the sake of the video.

All four of your brothers have been overprotective of you for as long as you can remember. It started with Justin, he’d protect you from bullies at school, stray dogs when you were walking home, and when you got older he began chasing away any boy that got too close. That’s one of the reasons why he completely shut you out when he found out about your relationship with Jack, he felt like he failed as an older brother to protect you and the worst part was that it was with his best friend.

Eventually, when Justin moved away, Matt and Chris assumed the role of protective brothers and would do the same. At first it was cute, just your two little brothers trying to protect you from small things like a scary movie, a stormy day, or a hot pan on the stove. But eventually, as they got older, it turned into them sending dirty looks at any man who looked at you for too long. They might’ve felt this way towards Jack, your husband, if they were aware of your relationship, but because you two kept it a secret for so long it bloomed without the protective watch of your brothers. Once you got married, they felt a sense of responsibility and loyalty towards Jack, wanting to protect you from anything and everyone, especially when Jack wasn’t around to do it. It felt like their duty was to announce to the world, ‘our sister is married and we will fight any guy who comes near her!’

Nick was more laid back about these things, he knew you were fully capable of defending yourself if needed and he honestly didn’t see the big deal in mindless flirting. It’s not like you were constantly flirting with random strangers, it’s just that he knew you were fully capable of taking care of yourself. Plus, as a gay man, he was better able to distinguish between a man who was flirting and a man who was just being polite. Also, growing up you would always give Nick the best boy advice, so he knew you had a good head on your shoulders. But, in this specific case, he was able to tell that Colby was definitely flirting and for some reason he felt a little weird about it too. Sure he was cracking jokes about it, but he still couldn’t help but feel the need to sling an arm around your shoulder and pull you away from any further conversations with Colby.

The drive to the hotel was awkward and quiet, the only sound being Chris’s music over the car stereo. Matt insisted on driving, mumbling something about needing a distraction, earning you a seat in the back. They all knew that as soon as you arrived to the hotel, Colby wouldn’t cease his incessant flirting and they’d be forced to be on guard. This was meant to be a fun, safe hangout, but instead they’re on edge at the thought of a stranger putting the moves on their sister.

Finally you arrive to the hotel, Matt grumbles an almost inaudible “we’re here” before turning the car off and hopping out. You all get off, but as an older sister you can’t let them go in there in a bad mood, it would ruin the fun and definitely wouldn’t look good on camera, “wait guys, come here.” They were walking up to the hotel already, but stop in their tracks to join you in a quick group huddle.

“Let’s get rid of all this nasty, bad energy,” you instruct, pretending to dust the bad energy off and throw it away.

You always used to do this with them growing up, especially on days when you had to drive them to school and they would let their sour moods ruin their morning. Nick and Chris look at you with goofy smiles, reminiscing on childhood memories of you cheering them up before school.

“That’s so embarrassing, I’m not doing that,” Nick laughs, watching as you begin doing a small dance to get rid of even more bad energy. Chris, who’s unashamed to partake in anything, immediately copies you. He’s doing a random, silly dance that puts a smile on his face right away, washing away any previous lingering ill feelings towards Colby. “Chris you’re actually insane,” Nick laughs again, watching as Chris twirls his arms and kicks his feet.

“It’s working though, all my bad energy is gone,” Chris comments with a laugh, using his arms to figuratively push the bad energy off of him. Nick decides to join, stomping his feet loudly on the floor before hooting, “Oh yeah! Woohoo!”

At this point you, Nick and Chris are dancing around Matt like crazy people and he’s trying his hardest not to laugh. He holds a tight lipped smile, his head tilted upward and away from you all. “Come on Matt, let those bad energies go,” you tease, poking his sides. He’s pretty unrelenting, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of any wandering eyes. Chris and Nick join you in encouraging Matt and after a while he finally gives in, doing his signature double dutch move, a stank face forming on his face.

“Yeah Matt! Get in to it!” Chris exclaims, hyping his brother up.

The vibes are completely different now, going from dark and moody to light and playful. “Okay guys, let’s forget about whatever happened at the restaurant and just try to have fun,” you say, smiling at your three brothers. The last thing you wanted was to ruin their chance at an awesome collaboration.

They hum in unison, the four of you walking up to the hotel, mentally preparing for the night ahead.

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The hotel was eery, if you would’ve come alone you might’ve been more scared, but your brothers are here which makes it less scary. The tour guide walks you through the most haunted areas of the hotel, explaining its backstory in great detail as you all joked around. Throughout the tour Colby kept sneaking subtle glances at you, brushing past you, leading you into rooms with a hand on the small of your back, and directing many of his questions your way. Of course your brothers noticed, but the cameras were rolling so there wasn’t much they could do.

The room you all are currently exploring is lined from wall to wall with mirrors, Sam and Colby explain how each pair of mirrors is rumored to create a vortex to an alternate dimension. The guide explains that the mirrors were a gift from a man who used to live in the hotel for his beautiful wife Carlotta. Colby is quick to comment, “If she looks anything like Y/n, she must’ve been gorgeous.” Sam, who’s holding the camera, pans it towards you to catch your reaction. All you can manage to do is smile awkwardly and mutter a small, “thanks.”

Matt, who still held some resentment from earlier, instinctively slings an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into him. Chris stands closer to you too, trying to remind Colby that even if he did find you beautiful, you were still their sister.

After a while, the tour guide leaves and lets you guys examine the mirrors in further detail. They’re so beautiful and intricate, if they weren’t so expensive you might ask for one in your own home. Matt still holds you close, the four of you walking in a group around the room.

“I love these mirrors,” you whisper to your brothers, brushing your fingers on the delicate, ornate designs of the frames.

“I bet Jack would’ve loved them too,” Nick comments slyly, raising his voice a little to ensure that Colby hears him. Sam pans the camera to him, “Who’s Jack? Is that like another one of your brothers?”

You’re so embarrassed you want to shrink into the floor, disappear into thin air, maybe even fall through the floor and into the core of the Earth. “Yeah, our brother in law,” Matt replies, pulling you in even closer to his side.

“Oh cool, so like another sister’s husband? Or… Nick, are you married?” Colby asks, completely obviously. He looks between you and your brothers, trying to decipher who Jack was to you all. Sam, who understood from the get go what Matt was getting at, wants to facepalm at his friend’s stupidity.

“What? No. Y/n’s husband,” Nick replies, pointing at you.

“Oh… Ohhhhh,” Colby’s face flushed a bright shade of red when he realizes that you’re married. You send him an apologetic smile, both for not telling him earlier and because your brothers were being so embarrassing.

For the rest of the night Colby keeps his distance and even apologizes to you off camera. He makes a comment along the lines of, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. That doesn’t make you any less beautiful though.” You accept his apology, thank him and Sam for inviting you, and gush slightly about how long you’ve been a fan. Colby makes sure to apologize to your brothers too, he didn’t mean any disrespect with his flirting, but he still feels the need to make amends. Chris and Nick are quick to forgive, but Matt takes a little more convincing.

Overall, you guys had a lot of fun despite Colby’s flirtatiousness and they’d actually love to collab with them again.

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On the way back to the hotel you can’t help but comment on their behavior, “you know I didn’t need you guys to speak up for me, right?” Your eyes are trained on the road, hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

“Mhm sure,” Chris replies from the passenger seat, scrolling on his phone and working towards tuning you out. They defended you and protected your honor, why were you getting I pset?

“Sometimes we can’t help it. We see something we don’t like and we just wanna body slam everyone to the ground,” Nick replies jokingly, looking at you through the rearview mirror. He’s hoping that you’ll laugh, or even crack a joke in return, but you just keep your eyes trained on the road. That’s when he realizes you’re actually bothered.

“Okay, but it was a bit much. Matt with his arm over my shoulder, Chris standing in front of me like some type of guard dog, and then you making snarky comments.”

Nick rolls his eyes, his comments weren’t that snarky. Chris finally looks up from his phone, “did you just call me a dog?” You side eye him, holding in your laughter.

“Should we just let a guy be creepy next time?” Matt asks, watching as you pick at the steering wheel.

“It wasn’t just some guy though, it was THE Colby Brock.”

“Doesn’t matter, he was still being creepy,” Matt’s response is quick. He was usually quiet and reserved, but when he knew he was right he didn’t back down. “Whatever,” you grumble, there’s no point in arguing with someone who thinks they’re right no matter what you say. Especially when that person is Matt.

The car goes quiet for a while, the hum of the engine being the only buffer between you and the awkward silence. Chris is still thinking long and hard though, had you really compared him to a dog? He couldn’t decide if he found it cool or if he was offended.

“Did you call me a dog?!” Chris exclaims, breaking the silence abruptly and earning a round of laughter from the rest of you. No matter what, you and your brothers always bounced back, you could never be mad at each other for too long.

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A/n: Thank you for the requests! This sat in my drafts for a while because I wasn’t sure what direction to take it in, but after watching the Triplet’s collab w/ Sam and Colby, this felt fitting.

Also this was so odd to write because MY name is Sam so I kept getting tripped out lolol

I’m writing other requests and stories at the moment, but when I finish those I’ll come back and write in the whole shopping trip vlog into this ✨BIG SISTER LORE✨

Hope you enjoy. Luv youuu!! Kk bye thanksss

-L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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louisupdates · 6 months

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The Habit He Can’t Break, 1/4

IQ 123 | Gordon Masson | 9.11.2023

Usually, when an act completes a world tour, they come off the road for an extended period to rest, record new material, and then typically two or three years later, the wheels are set in motion for an album, released, promo, and tour dates.

Louis Tomlinson did not get that memo.

His first solo tour ran late due to the pandemic restrictions, meaning that by the time it concluded in September 2022, his second album, Faith in the Future, was scheduled to drop and tickets for the associated tour were ready to go on sale.

“This tour went on sale late October or November - basically a year in advance,” explains agent, Holly Rowland, who represents Tomlinson alongside Alex Hardee, internationally, while Wasserman Music colleagues, Marty Diamond and Ash Mowry-Lewis do likewise for North America.

Despite that quick turnaround between tours, Rowland reports that ticket sales for the current tour are going very well indeed. “The first leg went through Scandinavia before doing the Baltics and Eastern Europe – Romania, Bulgaria, and Greece – places that most people, especially arena-level acts, don’t really go. And the second leg, which is more mainland Europe, started 2 October.”

The tour is big. Very big for just a second outing in his own name.

Between May and July this year, Tomlinson played 39 dates in the US and Canada across a mix of amphitheaters, arenas, pavilions, and stadiums. In August, he returned to Europe, where he currently is in the midst of another 39 dates in arenas across the continent and the UK, which will take him to 18 November. Then, in early 2024, the Faith in the Future tour goes to Australia for two outdoor dates in Melbourne and Brisbane, before he takes the show to the country’s biggest indoor venue, the Qudos Bank Arena in Sydney.

And, as IQ went to press, Louis Tomlinson released dates for a return to Latin America in May 2024 for a mix of indoor and outdoor shows, including stadia, across Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Panama, Paraguay, Puerto Rico, and Uruguay.

“We’re going to Australia and part of Asia early next year,” states artist manager Matt Vines of London-based Seven 7 Management. We then go into Latin America in May and June. And then we’ll handpick a selection of festivals next summer, before we draw the line on the campaign at the end of the summer.”

Rowland comments, “The tour before obviously was a Covid tour where the dates had to be chopped and changed. The positive aspect of that was that we were able to upgrade venues where that made sense. But it was really nice to start from scratch on this tour to make sure the routing was all going in the right direction.”

Back to You

Playing a major role in shifting that ticketing inventory is a network of promoters also enjoying Tomlinsons rising star.

“On this tour, it’s mainly Live Nation – we use a lot of the One Direction promoter,” explains Rowland. “But for Greece, we used Honeycomb Live, Charmenko did Romania, 8 Days A Week promoted the three shows in the Baltics, All Things Live did Finland, Fource are doing Orague, it’s Gadget in Switzerland, Atelier in Luxembourg, and when we get to the UK, it’s SJM, and MCD in Ireland.”

With a total of 39 European dates, Rowland split the outing into separate legs, scheduling a break after Scandinavia, the Balkans, Baltics, and Athens, Greece, and another after mainland Europe, ending in Zürich, Switzerland.

“It’s a perfect ratio, if I do say so myself,” she laughs. “It was right to split it up – 39 dates is a long, long tour, especially with the American tour throughout the summer being 11 weeks! We made sure to schedule days off, for everyone to recharge their batteries.”

In Spain, Nacho Córdoba at Live Nation promoted Tomlinson’s shows in Bilbao, Madrid, and Barcelona, and reports sell-outs at each of the arenas involved.

“When Louis was last here, it was three days before the pandemic shut everything down in Spain. In fact, I think he played the final show before the market closed because of Covid.,” says Córdoba.

“Last year, Louis organized his Away From Home Festival in Fuengirola, and that also sold out, so we know he has a big following in Spain, and we also know that Spanish fans are super loyal. So, on this tour we sold out 7,000 tickets at Bilbao Arena Miribilla, 13,600 tickets at Wizink in Madrid, and 11,200 at Palau St Jordi in Barcelona.”

Already looking forward to Tomlinson “and his fantastic team” returning on the next tour, Córdoba believes it will be important to see what happens with the next album – and Tomlinson’s expectations – before making any plans.

“The most important thing is to keep the fans happy and keep the momentum building with Louis,” he states. “I am a big fan of the arenas, because the atmosphere at his shows was incredible. So, rather than look at going bigger, it might be a case of looking at other arenas in other markets. Whatever he does, we cannot wait to have Louis back in Spain.”

Stefan Wyss at Gadget abc Entertainment in Switzerland promoted Tomlinson when he visited Zurich’s Hallenstadion on 23 October and explains that he previously played the city’s Halle 622 venue on the first tour.

Recalling the debut solo outing, Wyss tells IQ, “At first, we announced a mid-size theatre club show, 1,800-capacity, but it sold out instantly. Then we moved it to Halle 62, which is 3-500-cap and that also sold out immediately, so it was a really big success.

“They’ve invested a lot in the production of this current tour, and it’s doing really strong numbers, so that’s why we decided to go to the arena this time around, where we set a mid-size capacity of 7,000, which is good for a small market like Switzerland, especially because he’s coming back just one year later and playing a much bigger show.”

Wyss adds, “He’s kept the ticket prices reasonable – and he never wants to do any gold circle or VIP tickets. I think that’s why he’s so close to his fans, because it’s not about maximising profits. Another reason for his success is that in addition to attracting a mainstream audience, he’s also getting the music lovers because he’s just a very good songwriter and has brilliant songs.”

Wyss also notes that with many young fans typically arriving the day before the concert, the responsibility to look after them is extended. “We set up toilets, we have security overnight, we give water away. It’s part of the organization that we will take care of the fans.”

Fresh from announcing 12 dates across Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Peru, Paraguay, Panama, Puerto Rico, and Uruguay, promoter Fabiano Lima De Queiroz at Move Concerts reports that Tomlinson will visit a mix of arenas, as well as stadiums in Santiago, São Paulo, and Buenos Aires, during his May tour.

“Our first tour with Louis was supposed to be in 2020 and we’d booked half arenas everywhere – 5,000–6,000 capacities,” he informs IQ. “Louis was one of those acts who connected very well with the fans during the pandemic, so when we shifted the dates, first to 2021, and then to 2022, we ended up selling out and having to upgrade in certain metropolitan markets.”

2/4, 3/4, 4/4

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Faith In The Future Tour (Behind The Scenes) for IQ

Full interview with Matt Vines, tour promoters, agents and more people involved in the making of the tour under the cut:

Usually, when an act completes a world tour they come off the road for an extended period to rest, record new material, and then typically two or three years later the wheels are set in motion for an album release, promo, and tour dates. Louis Tomlinson did not get that memo. His first solo tour ran late due to the pandemic restrictions, meaning that by the time it concluded in September 2022, his second album, Faith In The Future, was scheduled to drop and tickets for the associated tour were ready to go on sale.

“This tour went on sale last October or November ‒ basically a year in advance,” explains agent Holly Rowland, who represents Tomlinson, alongside Alex Hardee, internationally, while Wasserman Music colleagues Marty Diamond and Ash Mowry-Lewis do likewise for North America.

Despite that quick turnaround between tours, Rowland reports that ticket sales for the current tour are going very well indeed. “The first leg went through Scandinavia before doing the Baltics and Eastern Europe ‒ Romania, Bulgaria, and Greece ‒ places that most people, especially arena-level acts, don’t really go. And the second leg, which is more mainland Europe, started on 2 October.”

The tour is big. Very big for just a second outing in his own name.

Between May and July this year, Tomlinson played 39 dates in the US and Canada across a mix of amphitheaters, arenas, pavilions, and stadiums. In August, he returned to Europe, where he is currently in the midst of another 39 dates in arenas across the continent and the UK, which will take him to 18 November. Then, in early 2024, the Faith In The Future tour goes to Australia for two outdoor dates in Melbourne and Brisbane, before he takes the show to the country’s biggest indoor venue, the Qudos Bank Arena in Sydney.

And, as IQ went to press, Tomlinson released dates for a return to Latin America in May 2024 for a mix of indoor and outdoor shows, including stadia, across Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Panama, Paraguay, Puerto Rico, and Uruguay.

“We’re going to Australia and part of Asia early next year,” states artist manager Matt Vines of London-based Seven 7 Management. “We then go into Latin America in May and June. And then we’ll handpick a selection of festivals next summer, before we draw the line on the campaign at the end of the summer.”

Rowland comments, “The tour before obviously was Covid tour where the date had to be chopped and changed. The positive aspect of that was that we were able to upgrade venues where that made sense. But it was really nice to start from scratch on this tour to make sure the routing was all going in the right direction.” She reports, “We’ve done nearly 16,000 tickets in Amsterdam, and 14,000 in Paris, which I think just underlines his credibility as an artist and his growing reputation among fans.”

Playing a major role in shifting that ticketing inventory is a network of promoters also enjoying Tomlinson’s rising star.

“On this tour, it’s mainly Live Nation ‒ we use a lot of the One Direction promoter,” explains Rowland. “But for Greece, we used Honeycomb Live, Charmenko did Romania, 8 Days A Week promoted the three shows in the Baltics, All Things Live did Finland, Fource are doing Prague, it’s Gadget in Switzerland, Atelier in Luxembourg, and when we get to the UK, it’s SJM, and MCD in Ireland.”

With a total of 39 European dates, Rowland split the outing into separate legs, scheduling a break after Scandinavia, the Balkans, Baltics and Athens, Greece and another after mainland Europe ending in Zurich, Switzerland.

“It's a perfect ratio, if I do say so myself,” she laughs. “It was right to split it up ‒ 39 dates in a long, long tour, especially with the American tour throughout the summer being 11 weeks! We made sure to schedule days off, for everyone to recharge their batteries.”

In Spain, Nacho Córdoba at Live Nation promoted Tomlinson’s shows in Bilbao, Madrid, and Barcelona and reports sell-outs at each of the arenas involved.

“When Louis was last here, it was three days before the pandemic shut everything down in Spain. In fact, I think he played the final show before the market closed because of Covid,” says Córdoba.

“Last year, Louis organised his Away From Home festival in Fuengirola, and that also sold out, so we know he has a big following in Spain, and we also know that Spanish fans are super loyal. So, on this tour we sold out 7,000 tickets at Bilbao Arena Miribilla, 13,600 tickets at WiZink in Madrid, and 11,200 at Palau St Jordi in Barcelona.”

Already looking forward to Tomlinson “and his fantastic team” returning on the next tour, Córdoba believes it will be important to see what happens with the next album ‒ and Tomlinson’s expectations ‒ before making any plans.

Recalling that debut solo outing, Wyss tells IQ, “At first, we announced a mid-size theatre club show, 1,800-capacity, but it sold out instantly. Then we moved it to Halle 622, which it 3,500-cap, and that also sold out immediately, so it was a really big success.

Wyss adds, “He’s kept the ticket prices reasonable ‒ and he never wants to do any gold circle or VIP tickets. I think that’s why he’s so close to his fans, because it’s not about maximising profits. Another reason for his success is that in addition to attracting a mainstream audience, he’s also getting music lovers because he’s just a very good songwriter and has brilliant songs.”

Fresh from announcing 12 dates across Argentina, Brazil (x 3), Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Pery, Paraguay, Panama, Puerto Rico, and Uruguay, promoter Fabiano Lime de Queiroz at Move Concerts reports that Tomlinson will visit a mix of arenas, as well as stadiums in Santiago, São Paulo, and Buenos Aires during his May tour.

“Our first tour with Louis was supposed to be in 2020 and we’d booked half arenas everywhere ‒ 5,000-6,000 capacities,” he informs IQ. “Louis was one of those acts who connected very well with the fans during the pandemic, so when we shifted dates, first to 2021, and then to 2022, we ended up selling out and having to upgrade in certain metropolitan markets.”

“In Santiago, for instance, we’d sold out two full arenas of 13,000 cap, but then the government declared that for mass gatherings the numbers needed to be limited to 10,000 people.”

Rather than let fans down, Move added a third date, which again ended up selling out. “I remember being on a night plane from Miami, while Matt Vines was flying in from Dallas, and we were both using the aircraft wi-fi to negotiate via text for that third show,” says Queiroz. “It was an interesting way to confirm putting the third date on sale, just three days before the actual show!”

He adds, “We’re taking a big bet on this tour when it comes to the number of cities and the capacities of the venues, but we’re hoping for the best and we’ve gone out strong. We feel that the artist is in a good moment and that the latest album has just created more interest, so we’re looking forward to when he arrives in May.”

Further north, Ocesa will prompte three dates in Mexico, including a stadium show at the F1 circuit, Autódromo Hermanos Rodríguez, deepening Tomlinson’s footprint in that crucial North America market.

Meanwhile, in Tomlinson’s homeland, Jack Downling at SJM is promoting seven UK dates in November at arenas in Sheffield, Manchester, Glasgow, Brighton, Cardiff, London, and Birmingham, which will round out the European leg of the tour.

“SJM has done every show Louis has been involved with, including all the One Direction arena and stadium shows,” notes Dowling, adding that on the first tour, the London show was originally pencilled in as a Roundhouse, then two Roundhouse shows, before finally being upgraded to Wembley Arena.

“This time, The O2 arena show in London will be sold out, while all the others have passed the expectations of where we wanted to be on this tour. In fact, when the UK dates were announced, it ranked as the fourth most engaged tour on social media in SJM’s history ‒ his fans are just nuts.”

But Downling also reports that the fanbase for Tomlinson is expanding. “The demographics are pulling not just from pop but also from indie rock now.”

Downling adds, “Louis really looks after his fans. On the last tour they did a deal with Greggs {bakery chain} to give free food to the people waiting in line, as some of them camped out for days in advance.”

Ensuring his fans are looked after properly is the number-one priority in Tomlinson’s live career.

Noting that Tomlinson’s audience comprises mainly young women and girls, Rowland reveals that, at the artists’s insistence, a safety team has been added to the tour to ensure everyone that attends his shows is looked after. “Thry manage all the safety within the shows for the fans,” she explains. “They came in for the Wembley show last year and have been with us ever since ‒ they’ve been beneficial to the running of the tour.”

“When he played in South America, some of his fans were camping outside for a month. So we have a responsibility to look after them. Coming to a show should be a safe space, it’s where they find joy, and we have a responsibility to protect that.”

Manager Vines comments, “One issue we came up against almost all last year was crushing and fans passing out. We adopted a system where we could communicate with fans, who could hold up a mobile phone with a flashing red-and-white sign if they were in trouble but then we’d see them all popping up.”

“I don’t know whether some of that was a hangover of the pandemic where fans just weren’t used to being in venues. But we experienced a number of situations where hydration and temperatures in venues became an issue. I know Billie Eilish went through similar issues.”

With Tomlinson determined to meet a duty of care towards his fans, Vines says that the team now sends a “considerable advance package” to promoters ahead of their tour dates. “Our safety team goes into venues in the morning and basically ensures that a number of different things are in place ‒ making sure that water is given to the fans, where the water comes from, and at what points in the show it happens.”

And on the crushing phenomena, he reports, “We’ve worked out how many fans it’s safe to have without a secondary barrier. So we instruct promoters to have certain barriers in place to relieve that pressure and avoid crushing.”

He adds, “I get detailed incident reports after each show, which lets myself and my management team know exactly what happened, and so far on this tour, we haven’t had any issues with crushing or hydration, which is fantastic.”

Production manager Craig Sherwood is impressed by the way the tour has pivoted to protect the ‘Louies’. “The welfare officers are vital for the young girls who are aged from, I guess, 14 upwards. They can get dehydrated and malnourished pretty quickly if they are camping out for days, so it’s important that we look out for their wellbeing,” says Sherwood.

Citing the extremes that the Louies will put themselves through in an effort to secure themselves prime positions at the front of the stage, Sherwood recalls, “The first show on our US tour was in February, and it was freezing, but we found out that girls had been camping out on the pavement for five days. It’s crazy, as we know these young girls are coming from all over the world to see Louis.”

However, Tomlinson’s connection with those fans is evident in the level of merchandise sales at each show. “It’s a huge part of our business,” says Vines. “In America, we averaged about $36 a head, and it’s not much shy of that in Europe ‒ we’ve set a few national records in terms of spend per head. But we spend a lot of time on merch plans, and we do venue-specific drops and give it a lot of care and attention, as it’s a really important element of Louis’ business.”

Making sure that the Faith In The Future tour delivers Tomlinson to his growing legion of fans, PM Sherwoord’s long association with artist manager Vines made him the obvious choice when the artist first began his solo career.

“I remember doing a lot of promo dates around the UK and US before we started touring properly,” says Sherwood of his work with Tomlinson. “In fact, one of the first shows I remember doing with Louis was in Madrid when he played in a stadium, and I could see it was a taste of things to come.”

The partnership between Sherwood and Vines is crucial.

“In terms of the show growing, our biggest challenge is keeping costs down, because we’re extremely cautious on ticket pricing,” says Vines. “We don’t do dynamic pricing, we don’t do platinium ticketing, we don’t do paid VIPs, we don’t increase ticket prices on aisle seats ‒ all those tricks that everyone does that most fans don’t know about: we don’t do any of those.”

“So, when it comes to the production side of things, we need to be incredibly careful. But I’ve been working with Craig for a decade, and he knows the importance of trying to keep costs as low as possible. For instance, we’ll run the show virtually a number of times so Louis can watch it with the show designer, Tom Taylor, make comments and tweak things. Then we’ll go into pre-production. But we try to do as much in virtual reality as possible before we take it into the physical world.”

Sherwood states, “Basically, we started out with two or three trucks, but now we’re up to nine, and things seem to be getting bigger day by day.”

Thankfully, Sherwood has amassed a vastly experienced crew over the years, allowing them to handle even the most unexpected scenarios. “I’ve been touring since the dawn of time, but the core crew I work with now have been together since about 2010, and I trust them implicitly, so I leave it up to them who they hire, as long as they think I’m going to like them, and they’ll get along with everyone. So far, it has worked well,” Sherwood reports.

And that veteran crew has dealt with some terrifying weather extremes on the current tour, including a show at Red Rocks in Colorado where the audience were subjected to a freak storm with golf ball-sized hailstones injuring dozens of people.

Elsewhere, the crew has had to act quickly when the threat of high winds in Nashville caused problems on that outdoor run. “We didn’t want the video screens blowing about above the heads of the band, so it must have been amusing for the audience to see us taking them down,” Sherwood reports.

Indoors in Europe, the environment has been more controllable. The production itself involves an A-stage set 180 degrees across the barricades, although Sherwood says that on occasion a catwalk is also used by the performers.

“It’s a great lighting show and fantastic for audio, as we have a phenomenal front-of-house sound engineer ‒ John Delf from Edge Studios ‒ who makes life very easy for the rest of us,” says Sherwood. He also namechecks Barrie Pitt (monitor engineer), Oli Crump (audio system designer), Tom Taylor (lighting designer), Sam Kenyon (lighting technical director), and Torin Arnold (stage manager), while he praises Solo-Tech for supplying the sound, and Colour Sound Experiment (CSE) for taking charge of lighting video, and rigging equipment.

Indeed, CSE has ten personnel out with the Faith In The Future tour. “We have eight screens on the road ‒ six on stage plus two IMAGS that we use wherever appropriate,” the company’s Haydn Cruickshank tells IQ.

“We need to tweak the rigging on a daily basis, as we move to different venues, but other than that it’s a fairly smooth process thanks to Craig Sherwood. He is old-school and planned and worked on the production very far in advance, which is a great scenario for all involved. Craig is definitely one of our favourite production managers to work with.”

Garry Lewis at bussing contractors Beat The Street is also a fan of PM Sherwood.

“Craig split the European tour into different runs. So, from Hamburg to Zurich, we had two super high-decker 12-berth buses for the tour party and two 16-berth double-deckers for the crew,” says Lewis. “After the show in Athens, we still have the two super high-deckers, as Louis loves them ‒ he prefers to spend time on the bus, rather than in hotels ‒ but we also have two 12-berth super high-deckers for the crew, as well as another crew 16-berth double-decker.”

Lewis continues, “We’ve worked with Craig for a good few years, and we have a great relationship with him. He plans everything way in advance, so it means it’s all very straightforward for us with no issues. So, we use single drivers for each bus, except on the longer runs or when our drivers are scheduled for prolonged breaks, and then we’ll fly in extra drivers as needed.”

With the production travelling to Australia in early 2024, before shifting to Latin America, Andy Lovell at Freight Minds is gearing up to become involved with Tomlinson once again.

“We did the Central and South America dates on the tour last year, and onto Mexico,” says Lovell. “It was very challenging back then as we were still coming back from Covid, and various systems and infrastructure were in pieces. But it all went well in the end, as we kept an eye on things and worked on it every day to make sure we had solutions to everything that was thrown our way.”

Lovell continues, “Things on this tour kick in early next year for us. Historically, Australian services were quite reliable, as we could use any number of airlines. But post-pandemic, the number of long-haul flights still aren’t as frequent as they were. As a result, the production is being reverse engineered with the budget being worked out before we can see what we can afford to take as freight, and then we try to plan accordingly.”

“Similarly, in Central and South America there are still just a fraction of the flights operating, compared to pre-Covid, so that makes it very challenging. If there aren’t the flights to handle the gear, then you have to start looking at chartering aircraft, or alter your schedule, and that can become very expensive, very fast.”

With everyone working on the artist’s behalf to make sure the tour remains on track, being able to call on such experienced production experts is paying off on a daily basis.

Sherwood notes, “There are a few back-to-back shows over long distances that occasionally mean we don’t arrive at the next venue until 11am, rather than 6am. But we’ve never failed anywhere to open the doors on time, so we know we’re capable of getting things done, even if we have a late start at mid-day.”

Such dilemmas are not lost on agent Rowland. “It’s not so much the routing, it’s more like the timings, because Louis does have two support acts, so the show starts at 7 o’clock, and then when we’re done, we need to load out to get to the next show in good time for loading in the next morning and soundchecks, etc.”

Nonetheless, Sherwood admits that he loves the trickier venues and schedules. “Because I’m a dinosaur, I relish anything that makes things difficult or awkward for us on the production side of things,” he says. “I think everyone on the crew looks forward to challenges and finding the solutions to problems.”

Having amassed millions of fans through his association with One Direction, Tomlinson very much has a ‘pay it forward’ attitude to music and is building a reputation as a champion for emerging talent, wherever he performs.

“He’s a great advocate for alternative music,” says manager Vines. “Louis realises that he’s in an incredibly privileged position in terms of what he can create in terms of awareness. He loves alternative music and indie music, and he understands how hard it is for that music to be heard. But we have this amazing platform where we can put these bands in front of these audiences as a showcase that allows them to build these authentic new audiences. It’s a hude part of his love of music, wanting to help younger bands.”

Rowland agrees. “He took an act called Andrew Cushin ‒ a very new artist ‒ on the road in America with him as his support, and he’s doing the same for Europe. Louis is a fan and is championing his career.”

Indeed, Tomlinson’s A&R skills have knock-on effects for his agent, too. “He asked me to confirm the Australian band Pacific Avenue as support for his Australian tour last year. The music was great and they didn’t have an agent, so now I’m representing them!” says Rowland.

As the European tour speeds toward its conclusion, agent Rowland is enjoying every minute of it.

“It’s incredible ‒ they’ve really stepped things up,” she says, fresh from seeing the show in Athens and Paris. “They’ve got 6 hanging LED screens on the stage, and the whole production just looks polished and professional.”

And Rowland is especially excited about next year’s Latin America dates, which will deliver her first stadium shows as an agent.

“The return to Latin America is going to be huge ‒ Louis is playing arenas and stadiums in South America and Mexico: 15 shows in 11 countries,” she says.

Vines is similarly enthused. Harking back to the Covid situation, when a show would go on sale, sell out, be postponed, and then rescheduled in a bigger venue, Vines says, “For example, in Chile, originally the show was scheduled at a 5,000-cap, half-capacity arena in Santiago. And what we ended up doing was three nights at 10,000-cap in that same venue.”

Vines contends that Tomlinson’s work ethic is outstanding. “He loves his fans, and he loves performing for them, it’s as simple as that,” he says. “He just loves being on the road and seeing how the songs connect live. In fact, the second album was very much written with the tour and live shows in mind ‒ ‘This song could work live,’ ‘This one will open the set,’ ‘This is the one we can do for the encore.’”

Another element to Tomlinson’s psyche has been his decision to visit places off the usual tour circuit.

“Louis has a real desire to perform to fans in markets that are often overlooked,” says Rowland.

Manager Vines explains that while the Covid-delayed first tour allowed them to upgrade venues pretty much everywhere, “On this tour, we’re a bit more competent on venue sizes, but we still speculate a little bit in different territories. In Europe, for example, we’ve gone into the Baltics and a number of different places to test the markets there, while in America, we are looking at A and B markets but also tertiary markets as well ‒ we go to places where people just don’t tour in America, just to see what the reaction is. That was something that very much interested Louis ‒ to play in front of people who don’t normally have gigs in their town. So there’s been a lot of experimentation on this tour in terms of where we go and what room to play.”

That concept is something that Vines has employed before. “I manage a band called Hurts who were pretty much overlooked by the British radio system and we have spent 15 years building a business outside of the UK. And that was built on going to play at those places where people didn’t normally go. They built to multiple arena level in Russia, for instance.”

“If you can build fanbases in lots of different places, you have festivals that you can play every summer, as well as youring those places. It allows you to have more consistency over a number of years, by having more opportunities.”

Such a strategy found a convert in Tomlinson. Vines tells IQ, “Louis also is extremely fan-focused in everything that he does. He comes at it from a perspective of ‘I want to take the show to them,’ meaning he’s always more willing to take the risky option to try something out.”

And the results? “It’s a combination,” concludes Vines. “There have been a couple of places where we now understand why tours don’t go there. But there are more places where it’s worked incredibly well. For example, we enjoyed incredibly good sales in Budapest. And overall, it’s allowing us to get a clearer idea, globally, of where the demand it, which will help us when we go into the next tour cycle.”

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Maybe its a Blessing in Disguise

Jacob x werewolf!Reader

reader moves from LA to Forks in order to reconnect with her old family friend Bella Swan and meets Jacob.

Reader is slightly Afro Latina coded I haven��t rlly said anything about reader’s hair tho so maybe just Latina, also speaks Spanish and incorporates it into random sentences but only if she knows the other person can understand it, reader wears a black juicy tracksuit and chunky sandals bc I said so Jacob does not know that reader is a werewolf reader and is in a pack ill add more as i write

Bruh he is SO FOINE GRRRR BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF

I yawned as I drove to my best friend's house after hearing that her pasty-faced boyfriend had broken up with her. “Bells! vine tan pronto como pude!” I said barging into the house and the young girl's room. I walked in and saw her crying in her bed “Okay pause those sheets are so tacky what the hell” I said carefully sitting down and taking her in my arms letting her cry into my velvety tracksuit. “let's get you better amor” i said kissing the top of her head and helping her stand up. I got her into the shower, washed her face, and put her back to bed as it was already 10:00.

I woke her up bright and early and got her into the bathroom to do something to her face and hair you know to bring that Arizonan girl out and honestly, it worked wonderfully. I put on another tracksuit this time it's dark green and I give Bella a matching one “Tan guapa” I complimented her smiling softly seeing her face turn red alright let go I say grabbing my keys “Wait you driving?” Bella asked “yea silly it’s a sports car though so prepárate,” I said stepping outside and unlocking my Dodge Charger and turning it on making the engine rev like crazy. I smiled as I headed towards the school that I recently enrolled in.

I pulled into a parking spot seeing all the different people including some of Bella’s acquaintances that she showed me a picture of. I stepped out of the car looking around seeing her pasty faced ex-boyfriend through my shades looking right at me, I smirked slightly walking over and opening the door for Bella and helping her out. I chuckled seeing her stumble due to me going 30 over the speed limit. She put her arm around my waist covering up my back tattoo i did the same as we walked through the parking lot ignoring the stares. Thankfully i was able to get all of my classes with Bella so we walked to class together.

Time Skip

It was the end of the day and me and Bella were walking outside and to my car just to find a bunch of random people standing around my car “watch this” i snickered as i pressed the automatic on button and watched as the people jumped and yelped by me turning on the car. I open the door and get in and so does Bella i peered into the mirror seeing the Cullens staring at my car “they stare a whole lot” i said raising my eyebrows. I drove out of the parking lot “ hey can you take me to this place my friend wants to hang out” Bella said “sure”.

We made it to this guy named Billy’s house and when you pulled up several shirtless dudes where sitting on the front deck. I got out and immediately smelled like there were other werewolves and i guess they could smell me too because they immediately turned in my direction. “Guys this is y/n l/n” Bella hesitantly introduced me i smiled politely at the boys “well I’m Seth that’s Quill, Embry, and Jacob” the boy said smiling sweetly “n/n wanna come with us to La Push there’s gonna be a bonfire” Bella asked “uh sure i wont stay too long though a bitch needs her sleep or we wont make it to school tomorrow” i laughed “ well I’m gonna go home i need a shower” i sighed pressing the automatic button on my car key turning up the car making the engine rev. I walked to my car “you stayin’ right?” I looked at Bella as i opened the door, she nodded a few times and i got in my car and sped off.

Bella’s POV

I watched as my friend sped away in her car “soo where’s she from? I know she wasn’t born here” Quil asked “Yeah she’s from LA” I responded as I sat down next to Jacob “What’s LA?” Jacob asked with a raised eyebrow “LA stands for Los Angeles it's in California” I said leaning back and pulling out my phone to text y/n the time she can come back and where. Jacob leaned his head to the side to see what I was doing “So this y/n girl…is she single?” Quil asked as he leaned back in his chair licking his lips “Surprisingly yes” I said “Honestly I don’t even know how or why she’s single I guess the boys in California didn’t catch her attention” I shrugged.

“Are you all ready? And do we have everything we need?” Jacob called out as he finished loading the supplies into his truck “Yeah we’re ready” I called out getting into the passenger seat and the other boys got into the back seat. I dialed y/n’s number and waited for her to answer” Hello?” She answered, “Hey we’re on our way to La Push where are you now?” “Umm I’m at a shopping center right now getting Auntie Annie’s” she answered “Oooh get me a pretzel please,” I asked “ está bien I’m about to leave now no estoy muy lejos” “Okay bye” “Peace”. I hung up the phone “Was she speaking Spanish?” Seth asked “yea it’s her first language” I said looking out the window as the trees turned into cliffs and this cliff turned into the beach. It was slightly crowded but I wasn’t bothered by that. The bonfire was set up and I was waiting patiently for y/n to come with my delicious pretzel.

Y/n’s POV

I pulled into the parking lot and looked around before I got out holding Bella’s pretzel and a lemonade in my other hand I walked towards the bonfire which was actual a long distance away so I started sipping on my frosted lemonade. The soft light of the fire grew larger as I neared I scanned for a spot to sit at and slightly tensed up seeing that the only spot open was by that Jacob guy. No I don’t hate him or anything he’s actually very attractive in fact he looks like he was sculpted by a god or something. And ohh don’t get me started on his eyes and the way his brows furrow- that’s enough rambling for one day I thought to myself. I saw Bella get up happily scurrying towards me grabbing the pretzel and taking a bite happily. “Oh um there aren’t anymore seats by me so I guess you’ll have to sit with Jay” Bella said looking around “oh okay” I said sitting down on the bench by the young boy.

Time Skip

Everyone was laughing and enjoying their time Jacob and I grew silent but I could feel his eyes on me. Bella and the 3 other boys were talking and laughing but I kind of just zoned them out by playing a random game on my phone. “So y/n how’s the weather there in California?” Jacob asked as he sat up straight “extremely hot I can say that” I laughed breathlessly “so do you like it over here more?” I grew silent for a moment looking back at Bella and the others joking around “I guess you could say that though I do miss my family” I smiled softly looking back at Jacob. I could see a slight hint of red in his cheeks but I dared not to say anything about it. “Alright y/n I’m ready to go” Bella said getting up “okay” I said getting up “it was nice meeting you all” I said softly walking over to Bella and turning around. “Yeah it was nice meeting you” Seth said as the others nodded in agreement I softly smiled and turned around to see Bella already walking off I smacked my lips jogging after her.

We had finally made it to my car and we got in and I drove away “soo Jacob huh~ think he’s cute?” Bella asked teasingly and laughed when I blushed “I think he’s really into you y/n~” she laughed “I should set you two up” I laughed nervously “I mean I wouldn’t be complaining he is cute” I said as I pulled into the driveway and got out the car. “Oh by the way me and Edward are okay now I guess but I don’t know if we’re back together yet, also prom is Friday night and I think you should come” Bella said as we walked into the house “okay but I don’t trust that pasty-face bastard, and yea we can go to prom can you come dress shopping with me?” I asked “sure”.

“Alright goodnight Bells” I yawned as I walked to my room, I laid down and called my mom as it was only 8:00 where she was “hi momma” I spoke sweetly “hi my sweet baby how is mare you doing?” My mother cooed “ah I’m alright schools pretty nice here and I love the weather” I gushed “that’s good sweetie now have you met anyone? Any boys?” My mother asked slyly. I chuckled nervously “there’s this one boy but when I first met him I got a whiff of that wet dog smell so I think he’s one of us including his friends or should I say pack” I whispered “another pack? Well I’m not surprised. You haven’t come across any of those cold ones have you?” She asked “unfortunately yes, I have and I think Bella has a relation shit with one of them” I sighed “god well if you need any help let out a howl and your siblings will be there in a bling of an eye” “I will momma, I’m going to go to sleep now okay?” “Alright love call me if you need anything alright? Bye now” I hung up the phone and placed it on my nightstand and rolled over to look at the ceiling. I waited for a few minutes just in case then I softly closed my eyes.

I was woken up by my 5:00 alarm and got up with a groan. I quickly got ready and headed downstairs just to see Bella introducing her so called “boyfriend” to Charlie “good morning Charlie!” I say walking up to the chief giving him a big hug somehow he was still taller than me “mornin’” he huffed “y/n this is Edward” Bella said “hi.uh nice to meet you” I said looking him up and down questionably. “It’s nice to meet you too I’m about to take Bella to play baseball ball with my family would you like to join?” The pale-faced man smiled “I’ll go if Bells wants me to” I stated as I turned to the girl raising my eyebrow. “Yeah you should come but take your car so I can have a ride home,” Bella said smiling “Okay. “

“Y/n, I trust that you’ll keep Bella safe and not let any harm come to her correct?” Charlie asked sternly but I could see right through him “She won’t get into any type of danger as long as I’m breathing” I said with a glint in my eyes. “She’s safe with me,” I said holding up my hands and retracted my claws smiling. Charlie nodded and walked off to get ready for work Bella and her boyfriend were already outside I sipped on some water and pressed the button to turn on my car “I’ll follow you guys or you could just tell me the location so I can speed how I’d like to” I said looking at Edward “I think it’d be best if you followed since I don’t know where we’re going” “erm okay I guess” I shrugged walking to my car.

The car ride there was pretty long but I understand what Edward meant by him not even knowing where we were going himself because there were three other cars in front of him at last we finally made it to the destination three women got out of one car and three men came out of theirs I opened my door and got out and walked next to Bella and rested my elbow on her shoulder. “Y/n this is Alice, Rosalie, and Esme” “Hi y/n I’ve seen you in the halls but I was too nervous to come up to you,” Alice said chuckling nervously “I know right? When I first met her she looked like she wanted to fight me but she’s a sweetheart really” Bella smiled “Looks like it” Rosalie said eyeing me up and down. I heard a twig snap and immediately turned my head to see who it was kind of surprising the three women.

After I was introduced to everyone the game had finally begun and I could tell that they were very serious about the game. I stood at one of the bases and looked to my side seeing Bella at another one then all of a sudden she caught the ball and threw it at me and I could see in the corner of my eye Rosalie running towards me using her super speed I caught the ball just before she could slide to the base “you're out.” I said looking down at her. She stood up immediately and let out a growl as if she were trying to scare me I raised my eyebrow tilted my head and watched her stomp away.

“Stop!” Alice yelled everyone walked to her “Someone’s coming”

Yall i was so excited writing this yall do not knowww anywho not rlly proof read i just used Grammarly to correct sum stuff so if it sounds weird it’s that😓🙏

#twilight #jacob black x reader #jacob black #bella swan #esme cullen #alice cullen #rosalie cullen #the cullens #billy black #jasper cullen #edward cullen #emmet cullen

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asteriastarr · 9 months

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hello fellow gorgon lover!!! i was wondering if you could do a little imagine/short or headcanon about deuce and the reader (who has nature powers a bit like Venus) messing around a bit during Komos class before it starts and heath is teasing them for being cute while clawdeen, draculaura and Frankie playfully argue over who loves who more.

A/N: Hi! Thanks so much for the request! Sorry it took so long! (and that its so bad) Hope you enjoy it! (Btw, this one doesn't have a gif because I generally use the gifs when I myself can't picture the scenario since i struggle with making images in my mind, or when I want to come up with idea's and I want to show where I got the idea from) Anyway happy reading!

POV: Deuce and Y/n messing around in class before it starts

The Monster Hisstory classroom spoke loudly, patiently awaiting their teacher’s arrival. Y/n L/n and Deuce Gorgon, being best friends, had decided to sit together for this class, bringing snacks to share… or rather, throw at each other.

“Okay that is cheating, you can’t just use vines to guide the food to your mouth.” Deuce laughed when Y/n had summoned a vine to place one of the snacks into her mouth.

“You used your snakes, it’s perfectly fair.” She argued, a smile on her face.

“It is not fair; my snakes are way shorter than those vines of yours Y/n.” Deuce defended.

“Mmm, nope I think it’s very much fair I can use my vines.” Y/n said, placing a snack in her mouth then throwing one at Deuce, of which he dropped.

“Well, that was definitely not fair, I was distracted.” Deuce joked, crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah? By what?” She interrogated, raising an eyebrow and mimicking his action of crossing his arms.

“By your pretty face, it’s very distracting.” He smirked leaning closer.

Y/n felt her face heating up as she perked a brow.

“Oh? Well, I must say, your handsome face is also rather distracting, good sir.” She retorted, also leaning closer.

Just then Heath walked by and placed himself in his spot on the table next to the duo’s.

“Aw, you’re a cute couple.” Heath commented, looking at the two of whom both blushed and immediately moved away from each other.

“We’re not a couple.” Y/n said now suddenly refusing to look in the general direction of Deuce.

“Oh. You sure? You seem like you’d be a very cute couple.” Heath spoke.

“We’re sure.” The two said in unison.

Heath refused to take this answer however and decided to tease the two about being a ‘cute couple’ resulting in Y/n and Deuce both covering their ears to tune him out. “No, no, no Draculaura you have it all wrong look at her face when she looks at him, she’s obviously more in love with him!” Y/n heard Clawdeen exclaiming.

“Uh, hello, blood expert here, his cheeks got two shades redder than Y/n’s which evidentially shows that he loves her more!” Draculaura argued.

“Guys, what if- they love each other equally?” Frankie suggested causing Draculaura and Clawdeen to deadpan them.

“Frankie, I love you but that is literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Clawdeen stated.

“Yes, please take this seriously.” Draculaura said before turning back to Clawdeen “Where were we? Oh right, Two whole shades redder Clawdeen! Two!”

Y/n glanced at Heath (of whom was still teasing them) and the trio before coming to a decision.

“Wanna skip this class?” She asked grabbing her bag. “Yep.” Deuce said grabbing his own bag and standing up.

PT 2 here

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pinkydevil16 · 2 years

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Hello, I saw that you were accepting Peter Maximoff requests? Could I request some hot hot training that ends in sex with a female reader please?

Yesss! My favourite speedster!

Peter had a crush on Y/n for the longest time, the both of them flirting none stop with each other, for Peter it was fast touches to catch her off guard and Y/n would use her powers of nature manipulation to leave him his favourite flowers. She would also trip him and laugh as he shouted out to her, speeding to her so quick he'd almost knock her over. The two idiots so in love everyone just decided they were together even if it wasn't official. Peter would take Y/n anywhere she wanted, holding her against him and using the excuse of "you'll get whiplash silly." The longing gazes turning into blushes and then laughter as they both got too awkward to admit it. After a few months of them still avoiding their obvious affections Jean and Scott decided to put them in for training together, the doors would automatically lock for 4 hours or when Jean or Scott remembered to open them.

Peter ran into the training area, his normal clothes on as he saw Y/n arriving, throwing her bag to the ground and turning towards the door.

"Alright Scott i'm warning you if you set my hair on fire again i'm shove a weed so far up your... oh Peter, what are you doing here?" Peter looked from her to his schedule, he was also meant to train with Scott, showing Y/n the two simply shrugged.

"I'm not taking it easy on you just cos you're pretty." Y/n laughed at Peter, the doors closing as they walked to opposite sides of the room.

"Very funny speedy, you're the one whose gonna get his ass whooped!" Y/n used her powers to wrap her vines around his legs, shooting up more as she ran and jumped towards him. Peter sped out, helping her land safely before sprinting to the other side of the room. Smirking at her as he put in his headphones, Y/n rolled her eyes. Peter sped around her, watching as she grew flowers in slow motion, landed a kiss on her cheek as he cheekily picked her up.

Y/n flushed as she was sped to the other side, her roots and venus fly traps springing up next to them, tucked in his arms. Turning towards him she smacked his chest.

"I felt that on my cheek you sneaky bastard." Peter laughed slowly putting her down. "We should do hand to hand since you can't catch me." Peter suggested as the girl used her powers to reverse her plants, slowly disappearing into the floors. "Sounds good, something i know i can win." With a wink Y/n spun and kicked him, Peter stumbling back as they launched at each other. Both giggling as they fought, pulling their punches and jabbing at the others sides to distract them. Peter pulled her against him, her back against his front, holding her arms against her chest. Y/n shifted against him, her butt pressing into him as she went to rip her arms free. Peter groaned against her neck, the two freezing as she felt him against her jeans. "Shit Y/n i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." Y/n backed up against him again, grinding into him causing Peter to groan again. His hands tightening around her and pulling her against him.

"Fuck Y/n, that's not a fair fight." Grinding himself against her, letting her hands go so he could grip her waist. Y/n took his hand bringing one up to her chest and gripping her breast with his hand. The two grinding gently with needy hands grabbing at whatever they could, Peter's hands vibrating so quickly she could feel it through her bra and top against her hard nipple a moan coming from her. "I knew you could do that but never thought it would be used this way." Peter pushed up her t shirt, slipping his hand into her bra and vibrating, the direct contact making the sensation drift down her body to her core. She wiggled against him, his head in her neck leaving kisses and small nibbles along her jugular. Y/n moved her hand behind her, running her hand over his jeans until she felt the hard bulge.

"I have another way to use it." He sped them to the wall, pushing her against it, now facing him as they kissed. His hand unbuttoning her jeans and sliding into her underwear, his fingers vibrating against her clit. Her reaction instant as she held his arm, biting her lip to stop the loud moan coming out. Peter pulling her lip free to kiss her deeply, his other hand pulling her jeans off to wrap her legs around his waist. The intensity of his fingers making her cry out into the kiss, her hands gripping his arms, keeping his hand vibrating against her he swirled two fingers around her entrance before pushing them in. Her head thrown back at the vibrations everywhere, her whole body tingling as he fucked his fingers in and out of her. She had never felt such an intense need to cum, her body shaking as she tried to move away from fingers, the feeling too much for her.

"Peter, please i can't." She pleaded, his thumb moving to directly press onto her clit, her body jolting and accidentally fucking herself harder onto his fingers. Clenching around his fingers she cried out his name, cumming hard onto his hand, her poor hands trying to pull him away as he fucked her through her orgasm. Slowing his vibrating hands until only his thumb gently rubbed her throbbing clit, the sensation causing her to whimper. Peter sped his trousers down, he had almost came in his jeans from watching her, spreading her cum over his hard cock after slipping his fingers out.

"Are you feeling okay there Y/n? Not going to break when i fuck you?" His cocky voice brought Y/n back from seeing stars, flicking him in the head before kissing him.

"Come on speedy, fuck me already." Peter laughed, pushing himself in, she felt so tight around him, moaning as he bottomed out. Y/n felt so full, so sensitive as he pulled back, his pace slow as he let her get used to him. One hand beside her head as the other gripped her butt to keep her from bouncing when he picked up speed, not using his powers as he didn't want to hurt her. Y/n wrapped her legs tight around him, clinging to him as she moaned, trying to bounce herself in time but even when he wasn't meaning too he was faster than anyone she'd fucked before. Her brain clouding over as she felt herself getting closer, Peter felt something wrapping around his legs, looking down he saw small vines up to his knees. He felt her tightening around him, her breath coming in shorter pants as she whispered out his name. Peter pushed her against the wall supporting her with his thrusts, vibrating his thumb against her clit again. Y/n put her head against the wall as she came, not as powerful as before but still in her top 10, the vines around Peter's legs bursting into flowers as she came. Peter couldn't stop himself, speeding up to as much as she could take as he came, moaning her name as he did.

Slowly pulling out he watched his cum drip out of her, god he could feel himself getting hard again but Y/n looked utterly wrecked. Her hair stuck to her head as she tried to keep her head straight. Peter chuckled helping her to stand, he couldn't move far as the vines held his legs still, keeping her up he kissed her gently, Y/n opened her eyes smiling at him. Looking down her eyes widened.

"I didn't know that would happen." The two laughed as she removed the vines, his arms still holding her up as she pulled him down for a kiss.

"We should train more."

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x reader smut #Xmen #Peter maximoff xmen #Quicksilver #smut

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valeskawhore · 1 year

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“Y/n Dracula?”

Series/tv: series:3.5/?

Characters and paring(s): Wednesdays Addams x FEM!VAMP! reader! (Girlxgirl)

Word(s): 1.0k!!

Authors note: “HELLO AND SORRY FOR THE WAIT! THIS IS A HALF CHAPTER, THE OTHER HALF IS COMING OUT SOON! ENJOY!”

*~*~*~*~*

Exiting the dormitory, I met up with Abigail around the quad. She was assisting some of the other girls from Aurora hall in carrying a variety of plants into the back of a wagon wheel for our dorm mother, Marylin. Abigail placed one of the few last flowers in the wagon before sprinting over to me. It was a beautiful bright blue flower, with red thorns and vines twisting around the bud of the flower head.

She smiled very brightly before taking notice that I already had on my uniform with my schedule in hand.

Abigail wiped her hands. Her smile dropped, “You went without me..?” She mumbled.

I felt my heart sink.

Why did she look so much like a puppy after getting neglected? Big round hazel-nut eyes peered up at me softly, bottom lip untucked from her top, and her cheeks were so puffed out– I thought she was turning into ‘Violet Beauregarde’ without the weird skin discoloration from chewing untested gum.

I did my best to smile, “Marylin dropped them off shortly after you left. I meant to tell you but you had already been waiting for me, I’m sorry.”

Her face lightened up at my excuse, “Oh.. well that’s ok! Here! Come with me! I’ll show you around the quad.” Without another word, Abigail grabbed my arm and tugged me in the direction she was heading– only I didn’t budge a inch.

Like a boulder, I was intact and remained in my exact position from before. My eyes started to water from the deathly stench that began to cloud my nose. I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth and nose in an attempt to stop the urge that began to boil violently in the back of my throat. I tripped over myself, feeling too weak to stand any longer.

It burned.

Abigail’s eyes widened as she laughed nervously, “Hey– hey-? Are you alright?” she asked. I couldn’t respond to her. The burning in the back of my throat had gotten so intense— I could not breathe.

I fell to the ground and Abigail began to scream for help as my vision clouded. Soon before I lost consciousness completely– I heard various voices and people’s stomping began to crowd me. Some gasped and some screamed for help while others ran for it. I did my best to stay conscious though, my muscles started to spasm vigorously.

‘Was I dying?’ I asked myself, ‘I had never been in so much pain before.’

Abigail started to cradle me in her arms. I clenched onto her sleeve, heaving.

Everything went black.

*~*~*~*

I awoke to a dim light, and the feeling of weariness all around me. Something didn’t feel right. I cracked open my eyes and memories from the incident began to flood my mind like deja-vu.

I did my best to sit up, my rib cage felt as though it was being stabbed by a thousand knifes,

And that wasn’t even the half of it—My lungs burned as if they were sitting on the eternal flames of hell themselves too.

I was in, what I assumed, was the nurses office. It was so bright, it was almost depressing.

Thankfully, the room was empty. I was in no mood for visitors right now. After what had happened, I started to understand why my father was so ashamed of me. I was weak.. And this was ridiculous.

I had never once, in my entire life, had been tired enough to be in a professional setting for the injured. My body always prevented me, Only… this time it didn't?

I hissed in pain trying to turn my body off the cot.

My fangs retracted from the roof on my mouth in response. “Damnit..” My eyes began to water. “This is so fucking stupid..”

I had gotten my left leg off the cot and was working toward my right when I heard footsteps in the hallway bouncing off the 100+ year old floors.

Before I had made anymore progress in trying to escape this stupid room, someone knocked twice outside the room and without waiting for a response, they entered anyways.

In view came a young man, with short, professional, combed over hair which slicked back tightly behind his ears. His worried eyes widened and was almost hidden behind his rounded framed glasses which sat atop his button nose. The stranger had a mole under his left eye, which crinkled up ever so slightly when a look of relief spread over his face.

He was wearing a school uniform, without his suit jacket overtop. His sleeves were rolled up, and his tie was very well maintained. He saw my look of confusion and smiled, “You're awake.”

I grumbled at the stranger, “Unfortunately.”

Without thinking twice, I hopped up from the bed, startling him. My body was healed enough, apparently to do so.

“O-oh! No! You can’t get up just yet!” he demanded, rushing over to me.

“Thanks,” I smiled, “But I'm fine. Though, If you wanna be somebody else’s knight in shining armor– pop your head into ‘Ophelia Hall’-- I heard shit always happens around there.”

I grabbed my schedule, pushing past him.

He grabbed my arm, I halted. “I’m Rowan,” he stuttered out. “I carried you here. The nurses wanted me to come check in on you… y/n? Right? As in.. The actual daughter of Dracula??”

Oh godddd he's a groupie..

I flipped around, “Rumors spread quickly around here, huh?”

“Indeed.. But not only that but I'm a huge fan of your fathers work! I’ve read all about him!” Rowan chuckled nervously. “My dad was really big on tracking vampires and learning all about them, ways to kill them, what their weaknesses are, ways to lore them–”

I stood there and stared at this kid with wide eyes. What the fuck is he talking about?

“Oh yeah?” I asked, putting his rambling to a stop.

He nodded sheepishly.

“Keep him then, you can have him.”

I ripped my arm out of his grip for the final time and made my way to the door. “Wait!” he called out. “What about your pain medication?”

“Shove it up your ass.” I slammed the door.

#funny story #wednesday adams #girl gothic #girl love #girls icons #wednesday #the addams family #thing addams #merlina addams #addams fanart #ily <3 #x reader #fanart #multifandom fanfiction

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 9 months

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TMA Appreciation Week, August 8: Favorite Scene

Menagerie

(Note: sort of spoilers for the whole show? Takes place Somewhere Else.

Warning for absolute tooth-rotting sweetness.)

Brains were funny, funny things, even when one's own might currently be made of eyeballs.

Martin… You’re not, uh. You didn’t die here, did you?

He had actually asked that in the middle of a crisis. He'd done that! Asked that! While they were about to be eaten by worms!

What? What? No! What?

No, I just… No, just the way you phrased that…

Did you think I was a ghost?

Only for a moment!

He had thought it, though. Ugh.

The image won't leave; the memory won't fade. It's just one of those nights when he can't let go of the memory and what followed.

Jon had been sure after this that Martin thought he was an idiot.

It had led to many nights of mortification, staring at the ceiling.

It had led to hours of verbal processing, wailing in Georgie's patient direction.

It even tormented him later, when he'd feared that Martin would become a ghost - after he'd been saved from the Lonely, and struggled to retain himself.

Did you think I was a ghost?

Ugh. Jon made an unhappy sound and pulled his pillow over his face.

Martin shifted in the bed and slid onto his chest, warm and pleasantly heavy. "Hey in there," he said, and tugged at the pillow.

"Hey," said Jon, muffled, and pulled it off his face.

Martin, in the moonlight, grinning up at him, was the most incredible thing he had ever seen (and as Jon saw everything, he knew he was right).

"You okay in there?" said Martin.

"Did I wake you?"

"Well, you groaned, so, yeah."

"I'm sorry." Jon slid his fingers into Martin's curls, their color leeched by the night. "Didn't mean to. Or to groan, for that matter."

"Oh, it's fine. I'd rather be awake to keep you from spiraling, anyway." He shifted close enough to kiss - taking his time, for both their sake - before settling on his chest again, watching him. "What was it this time? Daisy again?"

Jon's smile was wry. "No, nothing grim. Not this time."

"Good!" Martin's relief was palpable. "Then what was it? What little silly thing could you not stop thinking about since we went to bed... oh... four hours ago?"

Jon traced Martin's forehead, his cheekbones, his lips, as if Martin were the greatest treasure in the world. Which he was. "Ahem. 'Did I think you were a ghost?'"

Martin started giggling. He tried to keep it in and failed utterly, and the whole bed started squeaking, which got Jon giggling, too, and at that point, the gig was up.

From downstairs, their pet birds woke and began chirping, clearly hoping for early breakfast. A big, bass bark joined them - possibly telling them to shut up - but at least Titus stayed downstairs.

The cats, of course, came up. They both jumped on the bed in purring welcome, hoping for early breakfast, too.

"It's two in the morning, you heathens!" Jon said to them, which started Martin going again, which started Jon going again, and they clung to one another like vines up a trellis and laughed.

"A ghost, that's me," said Martin between guffaws. "All fifteen stone of me, positively ghostly."

"You are completely sneaky, I'll have you know," Jon said.

"And happy to be. Pulling anything under your radar is a trick and a half."

Jon's smile would not go away, but the embarrassment finally had. "I can't believe you still liked me after that."

"You're adorable. Of course I still liked you."

"I am not adorable."

Martin moved higher, and this kiss lingered, and Jon exhaled, the last of his tension gone. "Adorable," Martin pronounced, and settled beside him at last.

Jon wriggled up against him, happy to be the little spoon, all his eyes closed, his thoughts finally calm. "Should've done this earlier."

"You only need ask." Martin kissed the back of his neck. "Friendly neighborhood ghost to the rescue."

They both giggled a little more, and gradually went back to sleep. The cats, unfed, gave up, and settled for pressing against Martin's warm back, content to wait until morning.

@tmaappreciationweek

#tma #tma fic #flash fiction #tmaappreciationweek2023 #tmaappreciationweek #jonmartin #jmart #tma spoilers #teaholding

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ignite-stars · 1 year

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haunted, azriel

summary, you fear what you do not know.

author’s note, reader is morrigan’s younger sister for angst purposes. angst but pining angst. based off hoax by taylor swift.

His gaze had never felt so heavy. Pretty hues of gold simmered in his deep hazel stare, eyes glazed over with an unreadable look as he stared down at you.

With a thick gulp, the lump in your throat settled. You held his gaze with just as much defiance, refusing to play the familiar game of cat and mouse.

Some part of you felt empty. You had wanted him to look at you for so long, and now that his full attention was devoted to you, you felt. . . unsatisfied.

Because you knew that when the moon fell and the stars disappeared— the sun rising at the beginning of a new day, Azriel would be gone.

You’d have to watch him fall for your sister from afar. You’d scramble to scrounge up the shards of your broken heart as he smiled at Mor’s contagious laugh with such a tenderness in his gaze that you knew would never be directed towards you.

All you wanted was his love.

And Azriel would give you the constellations, the world beyond, and just about anything and everything you’d ask for.

But not his heart, never his heart.

Perhaps he was scared.

Scared that you would not ignore his love as your sister did. Azriel craved that sort of rejection. He had convinced himself he needed it to survive, just as much as the air in his lungs.

From the corner of your eye, the undead fell from the horizon. Starlight glittered in the night sky, landing along your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.

Starfall was your favorite night of the entire year. And usually you’d be spending it with your family, drinking the sweetest wine and exchanging memories of all your fallen loved ones.

But you had found yourself wanting a better view of the full moon, her loneliness far too familiar. You wandered out onto the balcony, leaning over the edge to bask in the cool air.

Your hair had been twisted up into a crown, small jewels and diamonds braided into your hair. And your gown was simple, a midnight-colored trumpet dress that hugged your body in all the right places.

Azriel appreciated all of you as his thumb came up to swipe at the fallen starlight along your bottom lip. Those damn eyes were lined with silver, giving you a false sense of hope.

“Hi,” you croaked out, your lips brushing against his scarred thumb. The small touch caused rose-colored glasses to cloud your vision.

Azriel’s lips twitched upwards, a playful grin pulling at his pretty lips. “Hi,” he whispered back. And you had half a mind to ask him why he had followed you out onto the balcony. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when he was so close.

The small heavenly part of your conscious screamed at you to push him away— to wound him in return for all the bruises your heart had taken, continued to take.

But you had never claimed to be a good woman, and you certainly loved the taste of temptation. You’d let him take all of you, you were sure of it. He had taken your heart. . . And you had let him.

“What are you thinking about, love?” His hand rested against the side of your face. You felt sick.

You didn’t deserve this, you knew that.

But maybe you too, were scared. Scared to find someone who could love you prettily.

Azriel stared down at you, patiently waiting for an answer to fall from your lips. With a heavy sigh, you forced a gentle smile. “Nothing— nothing important.”

Your love for Azriel was ugly and painful. Not like the sharp thorns of a dead rose— but more like poison ivy. The closer you let him get— the more accustomed you grew to his secret touches— the tighter the thick vines constricted around your heart. Slowly suffocating you into a cruel death.

Azriel tugged at your hand, pulling you back towards the balcony doors. “I think I’d like to show you the skies tonight, from above.” His shadows whipped around excitedly, some pushing at the heels of your feet as you walked, rushing you.

You followed him blindly, as you always did. As you always would. Any protests you had died on your tongue as you watched his face light up at the prospect of flying with you amongst the stars. “I’d like that,” you nimbly agreed.

Azriel’s grin only widened as he leaned in, placing a quick kiss to your forehead. As if he could see the poisonous ivy leaves crawling up your throat, holding your heart hostage.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

His love was certainly going to kill you.

But you didn’t mind a slow death.

#acotar #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel #i love writing angst omg chewing my fingers

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dumbstuffsstuff · 1 year

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Althaitham’s Weakness || Genshin Impact Fic || (Lee!Alhaitham)

Warning: Slight bondage

Lee!Haitham

Ler!Kaveh

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Kaveh and Alhaitham are tired of each other, they are constantly nagging at one another and throwing passive insults. Kaveh is not one to lose an argument. And after he finds an interesting new fact about Alhaitham, he uses it to his advantage.

———

“Ugh!!”

“Whoops.”

Kaveh throws the dirty rag onto the floor and puts his hands on his hips.

“I told you to be careful! You need glasses because you never watch where you’re going!” Kaveh scolds Alhaitham who had tripped over the bucket of soapy water that Kaveh was using to clean surfaces in the Akademiya.

“Maybe don’t put it where I cannot see,” Alhaitham argues in a monotone voice.

“Whatever,” Kaveh rubs his temple with his fingers, “go clean the hallway, at least you’ll be far away from me.”

“I will do so gladly.”

Kaveh gasps and puts a dramatic hand to his heart.

“Hmph!” He crosses his arms and heads back to dust some bookshelves, “Don’t forget to sweep under all the cabinets.”

No answer.

“Just letting you know…” Kaveh mumbles, “Cause I know how lazy you get when it comes to cleaning…”

“What was that?” Alhaitham reappears behind Kaveh.

“Nothing~” He sings. Alhaitham groans and heads back to sweep the floors.

“Neat freak…” Haitham whispers.

“Excuse me?!!”

“How do you hear me from over there?!”

“I’m not a neat freak! You’re just unorganized and unsanitary.”

“Unsanitary??”

“Yes, now come here and help me dust off the bookshelves, I can’t reach the top.”

Alhaitham sighs in annoyance. He picks up a feather duster and helps Kaveh dusting off the top of the shelves.

“Why clean the top? Nobody’s gonna see it.”

“Well unless you wanna dust every book one by one, I suggest you stop complaining,” Kaveh smirks. Alhaitham uses every strength in him to not punch that cocky smile off of his face. He rolls his eyes and continues.

“Ah, come on now, Haitham. Don’t be such a grouch,” Kaveh flutters the feather duster gently against Alhaitham’s side. Alhaitham felt as though he had jumped out of his skin. He smacks the feather duster away from him and scowls at his peer. A faint blush forming on the bridge of his nose.

“Alhaitham?” At first Kaveh looks taken aback by the reaction, but his shock quickly turns into mischief.

“Kaveh…”

“Alhaitham, is there something you want to tell me?” He flutters the duster in Haitham’s direction, causing the muscular man to flinch and back up. Kaveh follows him slowly, like a fox approaching its prey.

“What are you talking about, Kaveh?”

“I think you and I both know.”

“Touch me and I’ll- I’ll-“

“You’ll what?”

Alhaitham uses his dendro powers to attempt to create a baracade which would’ve enclosed him in a bloom until Kaveh eventually left, but Kaveh was always a step ahead. Before he knew it, Alhaitham’s wrists were tied together by strong vines and were forced above his head. He leans against the wall, completely helpless. The blush on his face grows, and he can’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness (more than a tinge really, but he’d never let it show).

“K-Kaveh! Let me go this instant!”

“Uhmmmm… No!” Kaveh laughs at his adversary’s predicament, “I just can’t pass up this opportunity! Especially after you’ve been insulting me all afternoon.”

“They weren’t insults they were facts!”

Kaveh twirls the duster around Alhaitham’s defined abs. Alhaitham immediately shuts up, sucking in his stomach and gritting his teeth. He’s lucky enough that his shirt prevents the duster from causing any more of a reaction.

“I can’t believe the great alhaitham has a weakness as childish as being ticklish! That’s absolutely adorable!”

Alhaitham wished in this very moment that he could curl up into a hole and stay there. Kaveh knew all the right ways to tease him and he found it totally unfair.

“These abs of yours sure are nicely toned~” Kaveh uses his slim fingers to stroke each ab and hollow. Alhaitham holds his breath, trying to turn his red face away from Kaveh. The more he tries to break free from the vines around his wrists, the harder it became to stop the giggles from rising.

“Ooh, this must tickle a lot huh? Yeah, I can tell~”

“K-Kahaveh…”

“Oh! Was that a giggle? Cute, let me hear it again!”

“Noho..!”

“No? Oh alright then.”

Kaveh digs his fingers into Haitham’s sides. Haitham begins to giggle instantly, and somehow the silkiness of his shirt seemed to make the tickles worse.

“AHhahahhaha!! K-Kahahaveh! You stohop that!”

“Begging already? I thought you were tough~”

“Nghhkkk…” Kaveh’s comment caused Alhaitham to try and contain his laughter again. Kaveh was unsatisfied with this.

“Now we can’t have that can we?”

He scurries his fingers up and down the sides of Alhaitham’s torso, getting a loud reaction every time he gets too close to his armpits.

“AHHhahahaha!!! KAHVEH!! Stahahahap! Cuhut that out nohow!!”

“But you just havent learned your lesson yet.”

“Whahahahat??? AHAHAHAHA!! KAHAHAVEH!!”

Kaveh scratches at Haitham’s armpits, and Haitham twists from side to side trying to avoid the fingers. As much as he tries to pull his arms down, the vines won’t let him.

“KAHAHAHAVEHEHEH!!”

“Oh a bad spot huh?”

“NAHAhahahahohoho!!”

“Seems like it to me.”

“KAhahaveh you asshohole!!”

Kaveh lets out a dramatic gasp, “What did you call me?!”

“I called you an asshole!”

“That’s it! You’ve just extended your sentence.”

“Wait wait wait! Kaveh no! Kaveh-! KAHAHAHAAVEH!!”

Kaveh wiggles his hands over Alhaitham’s ribs, plucking each bone like a harp.

“WAHAHAHAHA!!! Nooohohohoho plehehease!! Nohohot thehere!!”

Alhaitham slides to the floor, arms remaining above him, and Kaveh follows.

“Alhaitham! You are really begging me to stop now, it feels great to have power.”

Alhaitham groans through his laughter.

“Now I wonder…”

“Kahahveh..”

“If you’re even more ticklish…”

“K-Kaveh don’t you dare!”

“…riiiight…”

“KAVEH-!”

“HERE!”

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!”

Kaveh tickles his stomach, occasionally wriggling his finger into his navel, unable to control his own laughter at the man’s hysterics.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEASE NOT THERE!”

“Ah! I found it! Alhaitham has a ticklish tummy, that’s soo cute!”

“WHAHAHAHA?!!” Alhaitham half questions.

Kaveh blushes slightly. He just called him cute? Out of pettiness and to hide his embarrassment, he lifts the poor guy’s shirt, takes a big breath and blows a big raspberry into the sensitive skin.

“AAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!! KAHAHA!! NOOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAH!! ENOHOHOUGH!! I CAHANT TAKE THIS! PLEHEEASE IM SOHOHORRY!!”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it now!”

“AHHAHAHA!! PLEHEEASE! I WIHILL DIHIE! STOHOHOP!”

“What is going on here?!”

Suddenly it all stops. Kaveh’s head snaps up, Alhaitham falls into himself, gasping for air and letting out the last little airy giggles.

In front of the two older men are a slightly flustered and surprised Cyno and an a confused Tighnari.

Kaveh’s face turns pink, along with Alhaitham who realizes that the two kids are seeing him in such an awkward state. Kaveh releases the vines and Alhaitham is quick to fix himself and return to his normal composure.

“Well… *ahem*…” Tighnari starts, “it seems like you two are haviny fun sooo we will just grab what we’re here for and be on our way.” He grabs a book from a shelf and rushes out of the room with Cyno, who just smirks at the two and follows his friend.

Alhaitham and Kaveh sit there red-faced. Unable to comprehend what had just happened. Until Kaveh felt a pair of glaring eyes at him. He flinches when he sees Alhaitham inching closer to him with fury on his face. That was Kaveh’s signal to run.

“DON’T TRY TO RUN AWAY KAVEH!”

“LEAVE ME ALOONEE!!”

Oh poor Kaveh. TvT

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#tickles #tickle #tickling #genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickling #lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #kavetham #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Eddie Munson (10/13)

Word count ; 4.1k

*Edited.

Was crime a thing in the upside down? Because, it if was, we just stole four bicycles from nearby neighbors and then Dustin’s. We were racing down the road toward the trailer park in hopes that there was another gate at Eddie’s trailer. We were speeding, and even if it hurt my ankle, I knew I had to keep up. I was in tow with Steve while Eddie was in the lead for the sake of directions. Also, with how adamant he was, I could tell he wanted to get the fuck out.

I’m glad nobody else asked questions about my sophomore year home. It was embarrassing to talk about, even more so than my former - but enormous - crush on Eddie Munson. They were more focused on the fact that the upside down first was created when Eleven showed up.

There was roaring lightning and thunder circulating a very distance home. It made me concerned. The house in question was large and seemingly abandoned victorian-styled mansion. I’d never noticed it before. And yet, it seemed to be in the heart of the raging storm.

We eventually pulled into the trailer park and made it to Eddie’s house. “Right here,” he called seriously.

I stumbled and slowed and almost ran straight into the trailer, but Eddie reached and latched out onto the bike. I fell off and into him, a dull ache resonating all over my body. His hands roamed in attempt to stabilize me and I was appreciative of his efforts.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled inter dimensionally,” Robin quipped.

“I inhaled a bunch of crap,” Steve coughed. “It’s stuck in my throat.”

Eddie led us up into the trailer. He swung the door open and we all piled in, only to come face to face with a red, vine portal like before. My heart stopped and I grabbed Eddie in relation. There was so much regret on his filth-stained expression.

“This…” I attempted.

“Is where Chrissy died,” Eddie finished, squeezing my hand reassuringly. “Like, right where she died.”

Robin gulped. “I think there’s something in there.”

Everyone looked more intently as it started moving. Like something was poking. Steve muttered in concern under his breath and I was waiting for some monster to emerge. It kept being pushed at.

And then, all of a sudden, it burst. A yelp escaped my throat, but my fear was quickly replaced with annoyance when I realized Eddie had pushed me further so he could stumble further away from the the explosion. However, I realized it was a large stick break it. More vines fell through and we waited expectantly, slinking further.

A quiet gasp escaped and I couldn’t help but grab at my mouth when I saw, as though they were standing on the roof of Eddie’s normal trailer, Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Erica. “Hi there!” Dustin called, waving cutely.

“Hi,” we all mewled in shock.

Eddie was grinning like an idiot from beside me, waving back. My heart still beat erratically in my chest, but I’d never been more relieved to see children. Dustin was laughing and Robin was speaking like she was as high a kite. Eddie crouched down to recover, and I couldn’t help but pat the top of his head. His curls were soft somehow, even with everything they’ve been abused by.

Dustin looked so smug as he cheered. “Let’s get you guys out!”

They were off to work while we were left here to squander. I let out a sigh of relief. I assumed ore deaths had arisen if the police hadn’t blocked the trailer off completely. Lucas and Max came into view, hauling in a bare mattress. Immediately, my nose scrunched up in disgust and I sent Eddie a questioning glare.

“Those stains are, uh…” He turned to me expectantly. “I dunno what those stains are.”

I quirked a brow, biting back an insult about how uncouth that mattress was. To be fair I didn’t know what mine looked like underneath either, but I knew with certainty it wasn’t that bad. It was so distinctly yellow and brown and is the only mattress that might be actively molding.

“Not quite sure how this physics works,” Dustin spoke up, stepping onto the mattress with a tied up sheet rope. “But, uh… here goes nothing.”

He threw the end up. It went right through and fell to our side. It was incredible. It pulled on both sides and ended up falling through straight. I tugged at it from our side only to realize it was completely steady. I let out a quiet guffaw as Dustin proudly exclaimed to himself.

“There we go! And if my theory is correct… abracadabra.”

He pulled away and the rope just floated between dimensions. And, even when I put my entire body weight on it, it held. Everyone was staring in amazement and I was no different, a small smile bracing my features.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life,” Erica commented. “And I’ve seen some crazy shit.”

I was about to take a step back to let someone climb up first, but I felt two hands clamp onto my waist. I let out a quiet squeal as I was lifted up and grabbed at the rope. “Ladies first!” Eddie proclaimed. “Except, uh, I’m after you, so…”

I heard the said ladies groan, and with Eddie’s help, I successfully pulled my body toward the top. With one more pull, I had to resists a scream as I fell through. It was like my entire world was altered because suddenly I was falling and ended up colliding right onto the stained and disgusting mattress.

I was left breathless and fell flat. Dustin grabbed at my arm as I threw the fellow adults a thumbs up. I got up and made way for the others, although Eddie made sure to cut in line, desperate to get out. He did it with a lot more ease than I could ever.

Eddie’s dumbfounded expression suddenly morphed into pure ecstasy as he fell on his back and sat up instantly. His gaze searched for me immediately and with a wide grin, he panted,” That was fun.”

I offered a hand and helped him up. With Steve’s help, the other three made it out one at a time. I couldn't help but grin, even though it was like everything was slowly beginning to fade. I stop by Eddie’s side, and when Steve plopped through, I became acutely aware of Eddie’s eyes glued to me.

I tilted my head and met them. “What’s wrong?”

His expression morphed into of pure fury and his hand suddenly grasped my shoulder painfully.

“You really think you can use me to forget about what happened?”

I blinked, trying wrench free. But the moment I blinked, it was like everything around me changed. A silent scream escaped as I was suddenly in a living room. It wasn’t quite my old home, and yet, it might as well have been. It was a victorian-styled living room, but I could barely take a moment to examine my surroundings when a beer bottle came hurdling my direction.

A blood-curdling escaped as I dodged, the glass barely grazing my flesh. I was panting furiously, and that’s when I realized, sat in the recliner form home was him. A pack of Coors light was plopped on his lap and he was glaring at me. My father, in all of his ugliness, began lowering the seat.

“You threw out my cigarettes, bitch!” he boomed.

My heart beat erratically in my chest and I looked around. To my left was a hallway that led to a main entrance. I immediately dashed out, only to realize the entire front door was boarded up. There was a direct staircase to upstairs and there was a kitchen to my left. There was also a hallway that led deeper into the household.

I had no extra time to think when I was suddenly grabbed. It was him, but I knew he wasn’t real. That didn’t stop me from wrenched free, even when a beer bottle broke down onto my head. He released me and I fell to the ground, my head feeling so very wrought with - familiar - pain.

Before the man’s foot could step onto me, I rolled out of the way. I clawed myself to the feet and leaned against the wall as I ran. The hallways was so long. And then, I came to the end of it. There was nothing but a ticking clock, its echoes mushing with the profanities that left my father’s mouth as he stomped after me.

It was a complete dead end. I pushed myself back against the wall, eyes glued to the boarded up window.Struck with but one idea, I reached for one. I began pulling, even when the man was only a few feet away.

“You can’t escape me, cunt,” he growled aggressively. “You’re trapped. You always will be. If not with me, then with him —“

One board was free just in the knick of time. I swung it free and it collided with him. By now, my vision was blurry from tears. As he slammed into the wall from impact, I realized its skin was writhing and morphing. It was peeling off with each passing second, only to reveal a foul creature that I could only assume was Vecna. It had pulsing, vine flesh the must’ve been sticky to touch and long, gnarled nails. It held such a calm composure and that even scary me worse.

And when I glanced out past the broken floorboards, it was like everything clicked I place.

With just the flick of his wrist, I was sent flying all the way to the main entrance. I screamed as loud as humanly possible. I was so weak and injured, I struggled to get to my feet. Vecna was silent and slow as he approached, taunting me.

“I will end your suffering, Y/n.”

His voice was deep and distorted. It almost sounded like a child’s, wrought with a pouting tone. I forced myself to me feet, planning to run, but vines broke through the floorboards and covered every inch. I couldn’t go to the living room or the kitchen or the stairs. And even when Vecna approached, the vines followed. I wanted so badly to run, move, anything.

~~~

“Hey. Hey, Y/n. Y/n, wake up!” Eddie shrieked, shaking the woman vigorously with tears threatening to spill.

“Music! Oh my god, we need music now!” Dustin roared.

Eddie took a step away, panting furiously. Erica ran past him and ran into his room, Robin doing the same. That was enough for Eddie to realize that he had her favorite artists. Of course he did. It’s was Y/n, for christ’s sake. He didn’t care if it wasn’t his genre or taste or if it was even good. If Y/n bobbed her head to a lyric even once, he’d buy it.

And luckily, he knew her favorite song.

All of the children were crowding into the room and Eddie panicked, standing in the doorway. “Everyone out! I need to —“

Dustin and Lucas suddenly froze in place, having thrown open the closet. “You have a shrine? Where the hell did you even get this shit?” Dustin screeched at the top of his lungs, even thugh he was very much not fully aware of his surroundings.

“Yeah, yeah, listen, just move —!”

“You guys need to hurry!” Erica urged.

“Yeah, no shit!” Dustin roared back.

“We’re trying. We can’t find anything!” Lucas agreed.

Eddie pushed them all aside and went to his bed. He pulled out a bin underneath just as Max exclaimed,” What is all this shit?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie sneered, sending a glare her way.

“Where’s the music? Madonna Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music, Eddie!” Robin roared at the top of her lungs, throwing a Metallica record out of its package.

Eddie reached and caught , never having felt ore insulted. He plopped the bin onto the dresser, pushing Lucas and Dustin aside. He couldn’t help it, though, turning to Robin while flailing the disk angrily.

“This. Is. Music!”

He threw the cassette away aimlessly, too blinded by his worry. He searched the entire box, and then he found it. At the bottom of the bin, it sat. If You Don’t Know Me By Now by Simply Red was there, taunting him. He snatched it up and grabbed the music platter from beside, motioning wildly.

He turned to leave, only to realize that Erica was in the way. “Move, tiny child!” he bellowed, shoving her aside as he left the room.

He slid across the trailer floors, running right into Y/n. His hands trembled and he almost dropped the cassette several times. He kept having to blow some of his curls out of his face. Everyone had returned hopefully, and Dustin in particular took up trying to shake Y/n free from the curse.

“Yes!” Eddie exclaimed, plopped the headphones onto her head.

He started playing and turned it to full volume. The headphone barely prevented the sound from being quiet, and it echoed in the trailer. Everyone was watching expectantly. Eddie shoved the player under his armpit and shoved Dustin aside, much to the boy’s chagrin. He gripped her shoulders tightly, heart beating loudly in his chest.

“Oh my god, Y/n, please! There’s no way I got this wrong!”

“Why isn’t she waking up, man! I thought you were, like, her stalker or something!” Robin gasped.

Furious, fearful tears pricked at Eddie’s eyes and he grit his teeth. Y/n’s eyes were flitting into the back of her head erratically and all Eddie could do was watch. Everyone fell silent expectantly, and Eddie was so very tempted to change it. Maybe Madonna was a favorite of her’s? Did he get it wrong?

‘Now girl I know the difference between right and wrong. I ain’t gonna do nothing to break up our happy home.’

Eddie’s brows furrowed and a few tears spilled. He wanted to wipe them, but he was afraid that if he let go of the woman before him, she would turn into dust and disappear. He couldn’t lose her. They were destined to be together and after what they went through… earth didn’t deserve to lose its most beautiful, intelligent, perfect —

A gasp echoed and Y/n seized up. Her entire limbs gave up. She would’ve fell, if not for Eddie pulling her into his chest. The headphones fell off, discarded on the floor. She was still trembling and everyone made way so Eddie could pull her over to the couch with him. Eddie’s body was wracked with tremors.

The moment he sat on the couch, Dustin was beside him, grabbing her cheeks. He moved her head, and Y/n was indeed alive. Tears slid down her cheeks and she grasped at Eddie’s jacket. It bunched up in her bruised and filthy fists and everyone gathered around.

“Eddie…!” she sobbed, blinking. “I - I saw…”

“What, sweetheart? Tell me what you saw!” Eddie boom worriedly, clutching her desperately.

“Y/n, what did you see?” Dustin spoke up, shaking her violently.

Eddie nudged him away. Y/n gulped, blinking furiously. She was trying to steal herself. Her mouth fell open, and for a moment, it was like she managed to steel herself. “Dustin,” she whispered, barely audible. Robin was wetting a cold cloth in the kitchen, about to return.

“I saw… him.”

Her head fell back and she was out like a light.

~~~

My eyes fluttered open. I felt something comfortable. I was in a bed and my immediate thoughts went to a hospital. I heard distant chatter and I felt the sunlight peeking through some blinders. I went to turn onto my side, only to become gruesomely reminded of how fucked my body was. I suddenly heard someone scamper when I emitted a low groan.

“Shit…! Hey, she’s awake!”

Eddie. I felt his breath above me, and then I knew Dustin had pushed him away, taking his place. I blinked my eyes open, only to come face to face with a ceiling. I gasped quietly as Dustin’s hand carefully aided me in sitting up. I realized I was in Eddie’s room and that it was probably early morning.

All of the memories hit me like a truck and I gulped. I wanted to cry because I never wanted to see him again. But I didn’t want to admit to that. It wasn’t the important part. What was important is that I kew where Vecna was without a doubt.

“Hey, Henderson, how are you feeling?” Steve spoke up, taking a step from the crowd of people.

I bit my lip. “Um…” My voice came out in a loud croak. I covered my mouth in embarrassment, already feeling my cheeks burning. “Can I have some water, please? I - I just…”

“Hey, how about we get you out to the living room with everyone else?” Eddie prodded gently, his fingers ghosting over my cheeks in concern.

I nodded, although, as I limp across the room absentmindedly, I noticed that Eddie’s closet was open and that in a tiny bin was many things that I noticed missing from my room previously. However, I paid it no mind. It wasn’t like I was any better back when I had a crush on him. And yes, it is certainly past tense.

Eddie sat me down on the couch. He sat on one side, and Dustin the other. Both males doted on me in concern, and I almost felt ashamed that I wasn’t over from my ‘childhood’ trauma, even if it only… concluded… no more than two years ago. I was so sad.

A glass of water was handed to me. The children and other adults stood across from me, waiting for me to gather my thoughts. My brain was both racing and empty ad I was struggling with absolutely everything.

“Um… I - I saw…” Eddie was rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb while one arm was around my shoulders. I couldn’t help but lean against him. “Well, I’m too embarrassed to say. B - but it was Vecna, and he was trying to kill me, and…”

“Y/n?” Dustin spoke up carefully. “Was it him?”

I sucked in a tight breath, shivers rolling down my spine. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah. It was.”

I could feel Eddie’s eye boring into me. I shrunk under his gaze, feeling my cheeks burn up and tear well up in my eyes. “W - well, anyways, I was running, and I was in this house. And I tried to escape but i - it was all boarded up. And I almost died, I think, but… when I looked out the window, I recognized…”

“You know where Vecna stays?” Max drawled.

“Please, sweetheart. What else did he show you?”

“Where was it?” Nancy prodded.

“D - do you remember that house we biked past? The big one that was abandoned and… it was on our way when we biked here…”

“Victor Creel lived there!” Robin proclaimed. “Do you think…?”

“No. It’s Henry. It has to be.”

“Hey, did you see a clock?” Max inquired carefully.

I nodded. “W - when I was running down the hall from d - Vecna, I ran into a clock. I - it chimed four times and spiders came out, but I didn’t have any time to really… care about it.”

“It was four chimes for me, too.”

“Do you think it’s the amount of gates he needs? Four?” Everyone turned to Lucas, who shrugged. “I mean, Chrissy, then Nancy’s friend, then Patrick, and I bet he was trying to get a sneaky kill on Y/n since Max is, like, super protected.”

Eddie tensed, almost guiltily so. I sent him a strained but reassuring smile, but it did nothing to curb his unease. Everyone was thinking about what Lucas said, and I may not have known much of what was going on, but I believed it. I almost died.

Vecna had raised his claw to my head and it was going to implode, and…

That was enough for a sob to break through and I covered my mouth. Eddie’s arm immediately pulled my head to his chest. He was shaking so much. He was so afraid, and yet, he comforted me anyways. His fingers felt nice against my back. He had taken his jacket and instead replaced it with one of his teeshirts while I Was passed out, I supposed.

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. It’s the end of the world, isn’t it?”

“Try ‘em again,” Steve demanded anxiously. “Try ‘em.”

The kids, minus Dustin, hoarded around the area of the phone. I wasn’t sure who they were calling, but I hoped it was someone who could, you know, stop the inevitable. It rang a few times, but yielded nothing. Max informed us,” Rang a few times, ad then it went to busy signal.”

“Maybe you punched it wrong —“ Steve insisted.

“I didn’t punch it wrong!”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“I think she knows how to use a phone,” Dustin commented.

“Guys, guys!” Nancy interjected. “Whatever is happening here is connected to what’s happening in Lenora. And are we just overlooking the fact that Y/n knows where Vecna is?”

“Can’t we just let Vecna do his thing?” Eddie groaned. “I mean, no offense, but I am not letting her die just to, like, stop the end of the world —“

“I’m not going die, Eddie. We need to do this.”

He sent me puppy dog eyes. “It’s their business, uh, if they want to play the heroes, but you —“

“Could blast your brains out because I know how to defend myself when I’m not being smothered by a lovable idiot.”

Nancy suddenly turned from the window, determination on her features. “We have to go back in there. Back to the upside down.”

“Whoa, no, no. What?” Steve exclaimed.

“Nope!” Eddie chirped immediately in agreement.

Steve rose to his feet. “Let’s think this through.”

“What is there to think through?”

“We barely made it out of there.”

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared.” Eddie pulled one hand away, scratching his cheek anxiously. I wiped any remaining tears out of embarrassment. “But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his layer, and we’ll kill him.”

“Or he’ll kill us.”

“Agreed,” Eddie seconded.

“Y/n barely survived one encounter, with whatever she saw! He’s not scared of us.”

Robin rose to her feet, interjecting. “And for good reason. We were wrong about Vecna. Henry. Whatever. Sorry. What are we calling him now?” Everyone tossed out a variety of names, half of them not even being either of the two. It solved nothing, but it sure did waste a nice thirty seconds. “Right. We’ve learned something new about Vecna slash Henry slash anything else that was just said. My - my point is, he’s super powerful. Could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.”

The conversation continued further, and it was like I was in a daze. Not the cursed one. I just thought back to what Vecna took shape as. My father. Gross and malformed and vile. A terrible man. He knew our worst fears and our weaknesses. He had both the brains and the brawn, and all we could hope for was a little brawn.

“…Defenseless? What about the army of bats?”

“True,” Dustin mused. “We’ll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow.”

“And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?” Eddie inquired skeptically.

“No idea. But once we do that, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“We don’t even know who he’s going to attack next,” Robin argued.

“Yeah, we do.” We all turned to Max who looked down in the dump. “I can still feel him. I’m still marked. Cursed. Is it the same for you, Y/n?”

“I… don’t know. I think he was just trying for a cheap shot.”

“Yeah. Well, I ditch Kate Bush and I draw his focus back to me.”

Lucas’ face fell and I could tell he was hurting from the suggestion. “Max. You can’t. He’ll kill you.”

I could hear Eddie sigh and he rubbed his forehead. I perched my head on his shoulder. Even in this situation, I couldn’t help but cling to his form. If I was still sophomore me, I would be having a field day, despite the circumstances. But that would be crazy. Sometimes I wondered if it was how Eddie felt for me.

“And just… try not to miss.”

“Just - one thing,” Eddie spoke up, lifting his finger. “We’ll help and all that, because eI know some people and places, but… After that, I’m done-zo. And, honestly, you should be too, Y/n. You’re not doing too hot.”

I quirked a brow. “Sorry, Ed. I’m not letting my little brother one-up me. I’d rather die than let him be cooler.”

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whumpsoda · 8 months

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Rescued

The hero or villain switching sides (forcibly or willingly) is like my kryptonite

cw: cursing, restraints

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Assistant hesitantly knocked his clammy knuckles against the door.

One,

two,

three knocks.

No answer.

Not that he expected one of course. He gradually turned the doorknob in an attempt to notify the owner of the room that they had a visitor. Assistant leisurely poked his head in, grinning, but not enough to agitate his company.

“Hey, I’m here, uh, with your food.”

Assistant paused for a moment, sure to make no sudden movement, and watched as a pair of eyes glared daggers at him from across the tight room. Once he knew he would receive no verbal recognition, Assistant bumbled in and plopped down into an uncomfortable plastic chair.

The pair of eyes remained locked onto him.

“Still salad…again. Sorry about that, food is kinda limited when, y’know, you’re in a base for outlaws.” Assistant chuckled slightly.

No reaction came from the person strapped to the bed.

Sweat began encompassing Assistant’s bony fingers, as he gripped tighter onto the two food trays that he was carrying.

“I-I did grab us some steak though! I made sure to grab some before it was all gone, just for you. I know how you like, uh, meat.” While he was talking he had watched the person deliberately turn their head to look in the other direction, at the wall, rather than at Assistant. Assistant gingerly placed the two trays full of food onto the lean table next to him.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

The words were spit out bitterly, coated in displeasure.

Villain talked to him. Villain had of course talked to him before, they’re best friends, but this was the first time since his disappearance that when communicating he hadn’t screamed, shouted, or insulted Assistant. It was obviously meant as a means of causing displeasure toward his captor, but it had not mattered. Assistant was beyond jubilant, his body flooded with euphoria, but he had forced himself not to show it, so as to not irritate Villain more.

“I-uh,” Assistant struggled to search for a correct answer, hesitant to give the wrong reply. The room went silent for a moment, the air thick and stuffy. “Villain, I really, really, don’t know what's going on with you, but-”

Villain’s firmly restrained hands balled into fists and his head whipped around to face Assistant.

“That’s not even my name! You criminals are all insane if you think I have some-some, stupid past with you! You’re all dumb idiots who are either trying to mess with me, or you’re just all stupid!” Assistant recoiled as Villain furiously fought against the mountain of restraints working to contain him, getting his face as close to his foe’s as he could muster, and continuing his ranting.

“You really think that I’m just gonna let you people mess me up?” Hero let out a boisterous laugh. “You really think I’m gonna believe some stupid made up sob story about me? You’re all fucking idiots. You and all those disgusting villains. You’re probably the most pathetic villain I’ve ever had to look at! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Let me out!”

Assistant lifted his right hand, using his powers to curl firm vines over Villain’s limbs as another added restraint, as he backed towards the door. Once opened, Assistant quickly yelled out to any possible passer-bys for medical assistance. Villains yelling became louder, insults among the worst kind, and screams of fury.

“You’re gonna sedate me? Again? Just as I thought! You fucking coward!”

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One year.

Villain had been captured one year ago.

Assistant had been weighed down with the guilt of not being able to save his best friend for an entire year, and yet now as Villain was back at the base, Assistant still felt like shit.

They had brought Villain home two weeks ago, and from the very beginning, even before the rescue mission, they knew it would prove to be no easy task.

When it had been first revealed a month and a half ago that the villain who used to plague the streets regularly, the villain who had last shown his face a year ago, was the new addition to Superhero’s team, the criminal world was in disbelief. Even if the civilians had no clue, from his new hair to his new name, it was ridiculously easy for the villains to tell. Especially Assistant.

As soon as the base found out, it had become a group effort to work towards Villain’s recapture. They knew he was probably in so much agony, they had no means of knowing how the organization could’ve been treating him.

Villain had to have been acting.

Assistant convinced himself of it. Villain must’ve been acting like a hero as a means of keeping himself safe.

He had too.

Even when Villain showed up in interviews, news articles, and even paparazzi photos, Assistant knew it was fake. Even when in every one Villain was either shown to be having fun with the heros or going on and on about fighting crime, it had to be fake.

Assistant couldn’t forgive himself if it wasn’t.

That’s probably why he’d been beating himself up the past two weeks.

It had been obvious from the moment the rescue operation began that much to Assistant’s denial, this was all very much real. Even when faced with his former family for the first time in a year, Villain had wasted no time trying to take them down.

He seemed to have been enjoying it.

What was obvious he did not enjoy though, was being taken captive. Villain had been in hysterics for close to a week, and still was when he wanted to be.

Villain hated them. It was obvious. It wasn’t fake, even Assistant couldn’t deny it anymore. And it was obvious that Villain had no recollection of any of them, and especially not his famously villainous past.

He hated all of them, for being criminals.

For being who he had formerly been so proud to be.

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Waking up sucked.

Every time Hero woke up he could only hope he would be in bed, his bed, not bound by countless ropes, chains and power suppressors. Not once in the two week period since he had been held captive by these crazy people was his wish granted.

This was only one of the many problems that Hero had with this foul place. The most alarming problem was the people.

He could not get away from them.

They were smothering, and no amount of shrieking, insults, or fighting could keep them away. Even when it seemed Hero had simply one minute of time alone, someone else would come in asking questions, making him eat, or going on and on and on about their stupid sob story. Every single person in the building it seemed had the feeling that they were sent from up above to single handedly convince Hero of his alleged villain backstory, which he regarded as being terribly written.

They all told him the same thing, that he used to be a villain, their “best friend,” living in this stupid, stupid, criminal base, living out their best lives as a “family.”

And every. Single. One, of these liars was calling him by a name he had never heard of in his life.

Worryingly, he was completely unable to leave, and could barely move for that matter. The only time he wasn’t being held down in a rigid hospital bed by what seemed to be hundreds of ropes and chains, as well as a pile of blankets, were bathroom trips. Although he was heavily guarded during those as well.

And no sign of his team. Not one sign telling him that they were coming. Hero was well aware that they knew about this place, and in two weeks no one had thought to look for him here? A lump in his throat formed from the thought.

Maybe no one was coming for him. Maybe they didn’t care about him as much as they thought he did. Maybe they were glad to have gotten rid of him.

Knock, knock, knock.

Shit.

Three knocks. Hero knew exactly who was at the door. He instinctively groaned as the door carefully inched open, and a disgustingly familiar face poked in. This time the man was not carrying food, so Hero assumed he had come to interrogate him. So many people had tried thus far, and only in turn did they receive verbal abuse. Hero was proud of this fact, he was determined to make sure they would get nothing out of him. He was only nervous as to when the villains would inevitably become violent.

“Uh, hey.” Hero watched as the visitor stumbled in, practically falling onto the chair placed next to his restrained body.

A period of strained silence followed.

“So…I feel kinda bad-I just feel like maybe we got off on the wrong foot, I guess? With us having to restrain you and all…I guess that doesn’t really help much..” the sides of his captor’s mouth tugged into a small smile.

This guy cannot be serious. For a villain seemingly so strong, he is nothing short of stupid.

A slender hand was set down on top of Hero’s restrained one, icily brushing against his fingers.

“My name is Assistant, nice to meet you.”

Hero’s fingers recoiled, rejecting Assistant’s hand as much as he could.

“Oh crap I’m sorry,” Hero stared at Assistant with an expression of utter confusion and disdain. “Um…but, what’s your name?”

“So you admit you’ve been trying to fool me this whole time? Calling me some fake name, feeding me a false narrative into the attempt to manipulate me into switching sides? You’re fucking pathetic, y’know that-”

Assistant shoved his face into the Hero's enthusiastically. “No, no! I swear-I swear it's all true! You gotta believe me! I just don’t wanna call you by a name you obviously don’t like!” Hero swallowed. “I really don’t know what happened to you, and why you’re different and why you don’t like us, and-and why you can’t seem to remember us, but-”

“Hero.”

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Hero’s face, and for a moment the two just stared intently into one another’s eyes. “My name. You asked for it.”

Anything to get this guy to shut up.

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Bride of Discord Rewritten Chapter 19: The Wedding

When the princesses heard of Discord's sudden reformation, it was no surprise that they were skeptical about the situation. It was Luna who eased their worries when she told her sister of her observations. The snowstorm had passed, leaving everything glimmering in a sheen of ice. Princess Luna and Princess Celestia sat under a great willow tree, drops of frozen water overhead beaming every blazing shine of light from the sunset onto the iridescent snow.

"You had given me a second chance, sister. Should we not give him the same treatment, what would that say of our moral judgement?"

Celestia looked upward toward the heavens, seemingly drawing her answer from above.

"I do not believe it is in Discord's nature to go to these lengths for such a goal in the manner he has. In any case, I trust your judgement on the manner better than my own. We will allow him in our kingdom."

Luna smiled up at her sister, who kept a regal face for the next few seconds, until she looked back at Luna and snickered.

"yeah, alright, whatever, tell him to come over Tuesday, but I'm raising the guards' pay."

Luna put her hooves to her sides and guffawed triumphantly.

Of course, it was difficult for Discord to go from plotting against Equestria to doing good deeds, but for the sake of pleasing his beloved, he performed with utmost kindness. Most of the time. He still played a few pranks on ponies every now and then, but hey, in his nature and whatnot.

Life in Equestria could not have been better, especially for Fluttershy and Discord, who seemed to fall in love all over again at the beginning of each day. When he was not spending his time with her, the draconequus was helping ponies with their problems. For instance, he settled a disagreement between Spitfire and Soarin. He also used his magic to protect Equestria from disasters, Fluttershy looking at him after every prevented tragedy like the proudest pony in the world.

"To my one and only Fluttershy," she read, "the love of my life, the apple of my eye, my other half. Without you, my life is empty. I still think that one day I'm going to wake up and meeting you was all a dream, but if it is, I'll take it. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I hope you can say the same about me."

She then realized she had been turning the ring, or rather bangle, over and over, the message continuing. She looked up at Pinkie Pie.

"I'm not going to ask how he managed to fit all that in."

"trust me, that's the short version!" Cackled pinkie pie. She helped him design it, after all.

Discord gave her the ring right after she had proposed, and as soon as she'd wrapped it around her hoof it conformed to her size perfectly. Of course, she had no way of wearing a ring of any sort, and so a beautiful bangle would adorn her hoof to show her love for everypony.

"Oh, you look absolutely gorgeous, darling!" Rarity exclaimed once she had made the final adjustments to Fluttershy's gown, lining the hem with a leaf-like trim.

She directed Fluttershy towards the mirror. In it, Fluttershy was sure she had seen the Queen Mab Fairy before her. The dress was simple, but elegant, with a vine design wrapping around her whole body. It was nearly identical to the one she had worn in the forest, only more suited to a wedding. Her veil hung from a wreath of pink roses, which sat perfectly atop her curled hair.

"Rarity," she marveled. "It's beautiful!"

"You're beautiful, Fluttershy!" Rarity hailed! "I only highlighted what is most beautiful about you!"

Rainbow Dash laughed. "I never thought you'd be the first of us to get married, Fluttershy."

The unicorn sighed. "Yes. I thought it would be me, as I did catch Cadence's bouquet, but…oh, you really do look the part, sweetie!"

"Maybe you will be, Rarity, right fartknocker'?" Nudged Applejack teasingly into Rainbow Dash, winking and chuckling as Rainbow rubbed her hooves together, plotting.

Scootaloo shifted in her dress. "Aren't we a little old to be flower girls? After all, we have our cutie marks."

"Maybe," Fluttershy replied, "but I couldn't think of three fillies better suited for the job."

Applejack laid a hoof on her shoulder. "We're really happy for ya, Sugar Cube."

"Even if it is Discord?"

"Well…" Rarity stammered. "We might not have used to agree..."

"But ever since we started hanging out with him, I think we can get used to it." Twilight finished.

There was a frantic knock on the door. "Hey, guys?! You in there? Emergency!"

Applejack approached the door. "One second, Spike."

"Are you mad?!" Rarity yelled. "We're getting dressed!"

The cowgirl rolled her eyes. "Do I have to go over this with you again? We. Don't. Wear. Clothes!" Spike only had a vague understanding of what clothes were anyways.

"Is everything alright, Spike?"

"Oh, right! It's Discord. He's getting…" He peered over at Fluttershy and said the rest in a whisper. "Cold hooves."

The cowgirl gasped and called to her friends. "I gotta go check on the groom. I'll meet y'all at the altar!"

Discord needed a best stallion or mare, but unfortunately, he was still a rookie when it came to making friends, so Applejack had volunteered for the role. After all, she had been the first to support the match.

When she and Spike entered the groom's dressing room, it was empty. They searched in all directions for the draconequus.

She then had a thought and looked up. Sure enough, Discord was hanging by his claws from the ceiling. The cowgirl stomped her hoof.

"Discord, get your rump on outta here!" Applejack commanded. "You're gettin' married in thirty minutes!"

"Make me!" Discord taunted. "I can stay up here all day!"

He summoned a pillow and stretched out against the ceiling.

"Ya can't get cold hooves! You're the one who cried when she asked!"

"I'm not the one with cold hooves..."

He snapped his fingers and Applejack yelped as she felt a sudden chill in her hooves. She glanced down to see that they had been encased in ice.

"Quit foolin' and get down! Fluttershy's gonna be heartbroken!"

She spun around as the draconequus teleported beside her. She tried to tackle him, but her hooves were stiff in the ice. Discord sighed and went over to stare at his reflection in the mirror.

"What makes you think she'll care if I leave her? She'll probably be relieved!"

"How can you say that?" Spike inquired.

Applejack attempted to walk over to him, but she could not shake off the blocks of ice. Spike used his dragon breath to melt them and free her.

"Thanks," she beamed, before approaching Discord. "Now listen here, partner. You may be different, but I've never seen Fluttershy so happy in my life. You may not be the same species, but love comes in all forms."

"Yeah," Spike nodded. "Like with me and-"

"Like with you and Rarity?" Discord huffed. "Please, like that's ever going to…yow!"

Applejack had stepped on his tail.

"no, like me and Twilight! She's like my mom, but we're different species!"

"My point is that I know what love looks like, and I've never seen two ponies, or any other creatures, more in love than you and Fluttershy. Unless I was mistaken and you don't love her…"

"What are you talking about?" Discord snapped. "Of course, I love her! You think I would say yes if I didn't love her? You think I would have given up my plans for hostile takeover if I didn't love her? Well, let me tell you something, AJ! I love that pony more than anything! You hear? More than anything!"

Applejack smirked. "Whaddaya waiting for then?"

The draconequus blinked and then glanced in the mirror. He then snapped his fingers, making a tuxedo appear on his body.

"GODSPEED YOU HANDSOME DEVIL, YOU!" discord shouted at the top of his lungs, before leaping out of the room in a heroic fashion.

"this is insane, I can't do it dude."

He winced as Applejack nudged him in the side. "You better not bail!"

Every pony was in their positions at the altar. Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Pinkie Pie were lined up beside the bride's vacant space, Applejack stood alongside Discord, Twilight beside Spike ready with the rings. Cadance stood in the middle, beneath the arch of roses.

The guests had all arrived and the room was packed. Since Discord had no relations, the closest ponyville citizens sat on the groom's side while the ponies from fluttershy's family on the bride's, along with many of Fluttershy's animal friends. Discord could recognize a few faces from his side out of dozens, like Zecora, Minty, Kimono, Derpy, Woah Nelly, Berryshine, Apple Brown Betty, Big Mac and Sugar Belle. many from Fluttershy family, of whom he met at a humble family get-together.

Discord choked. "In fact, it's quite hot in here, don't you think?" He tugged on the collar of his suit and wiped the sweat from his brow. "You don't suppose she's changed her mind, do you?"

"She's not late," Rainbow Dash whispered. "The ceremony's not even starting until three."

"But every pony's here! Shouldn't we start now? Ouch!"

"Pull yourself together!" Applejack hissed.

"Quit doing that!" He pulled his tail away and turned the end into a fan.

"Relax. We haven't been standing here that long."

"how long is 'that long' exactly-"

"Put that fan away! It's startin'!"

Sure enough, the bird choir began singing the bridal march, with Angel directing them. the flower girls hopped down the aisle, scattering their petals, discord started panicking.

God, what am I doing here? I shouldn't be here with her, all those suitors and she chose me of all ponies, god I don't deserve her what are you doing here-

Then he looked up and remembered why.

She entered the room with grace and elegance, causing every pony to gawk in awe. She walked down the aisle with her head held high, meeting the groom's gaze through her veil. Her long train was carried by more birds.

A smile spread across Discord's face. "She's beautiful."

Applejack gave him a sly grin. "Easy, Sugar. Save it for the honeymoon."

Meanwhile, the others were tearing up, including the flower girls.

"It's so romantic," Sweetie Belle .

"like a dang ol' fairytale" apple bloom cooed.

"all this mush is starting to get to me." Scootaloo moped through tears.

Fluttershy giggled at them as she passed by. Then she turned her attention back to Discord as she walked up the steps. He gently lifted her veil to reveal her beautiful face. After exchanging a loving look, they faced Princess Cadence. They both kneel upon an embroidered ivory pillow, plush and warm with invitation, and pray to the princesses, the beings of higher magic, and unbeknownst to each other, they both pray to one another.

"Mares and gentle colts," the alicorn announced. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Fluttershy and Discord. Never in the history of Equestria has there ever been a love so mythical, yet it started from the most unusual of circumstances. These two standing before you have proved that love surpasses all differences, all flaws, all faults."

She turned to the bride. "Do you, Fluttershy, take this draconequus to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death, do you part?"

Fluttershy looked up into Discord's adoring eyes. "I do."

"And do you, Discord, take this mare to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death, do you part?

He was so lost in his bride's eyes that he did not hear her at first. "Huh? Oh, I do! Yes, I most definitely do!"

Cadence chuckled. "In that case, may I have the rings?"

Spike presented the silk pillow and Cadence used her magic to levitate the rings. One was attached to a gold chain, which she placed around Fluttershy's neck. The other slid onto the middle finger of Discord's lion paw.

A word from the Equestrian mythology was read, and Cadence spoke once more.

"By the power vested in me, by the crowning of my role, as princess of love," the alicorn continued, "I now pronounce you, spouse and wife. You may kiss-"

The draconequus did not wait for her to finish and pulled his bride in for a dip before pressing his lips against hers as the world seemed to explode into applause around them.

Rarity nudged Rainbow Dash and tilted her head outside.

"Oh, right!"

The pegasus zoomed out of her gown and out into the skies. The couple pulled away just in time to see her sonic rainboom through the windows, one of which shattered on impact. It shone through the sun, bathing the castle in every color visible to the naked eye.

"seven years of bad luck, darling!"

"you'll give me just enough of that," Fluttershy chuckled.

"BEST WEDDING EVER!" Pinkie cried.

The reception was held in the garden. Vinyl Scratch, under her stage name DJ Pon3 played the song for the bride and groom's first dance: "you're my world." Discord had selected it, the song playing when they first kissed. A dance was shared until a slow song played. The first song discord had played for her.

"Lovely is you/In my life/A perfect thing my wife/The joy you bring/ When times are good and bad"

"Shall we?" Applejack bowed to Rainbow Dash.

"Um, it's kinda slow, isn't it?"

"Well, I get if you're not up to the challenge…"

"Hey, wait a minute! Are you saying I can't handle a slow dance?"

"Can you?"

She grabbed her hoof. "Come on, you rascal."

A few songs later, and Rarity was met with an all too familiar unicorn stallion.

"Miss Rarity," Prince Blueblood greeted. "Would you care for a dance?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're kidding me, right?"

Fortunately, she was saved by the previously intertwined. "Yo Rarity, we're gonna do the sea snake dance, come on!"

Rarity's eyes lit up at the sight of Applejack and Rainbow Dash. "Certainly!"

Discord gazed down at his new wife as she buried her face in his fur. Then he noticed a familiar figure standing off to the side.

"Yo, Zecora!" he called.

Fluttershy looked up as he led her over to the zebra.

"Greetings, you lovebirds, and salutations," she said. "I just wanted to offer my congratulations."

"We have you to thank for this," the bride insisted.

Discord raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I never told you.

"See, before I accepted your deal, I went to Zecora for advice and she told me to give you a chance- Wait. Never told me what?"

"That I asked Zecora for advice and she helped me make your garden! Hey, hold on!" He pointed accusingly at the zebra. "You knew this was going to happen all along, didn't you?"

Zecora laughed as she walked away. "Prophetic magic? Not a chance. I took a gamble, now go and dance!"

"wuh-"

Fluttershy silenced him with her hoof. "Does it really matter, dear?"

He sighed and took her in his arms. "No, I guess not."

The party lasted throughout the whole night, through to dawn, and just into the morning until 10am. Foals fell asleep on lawn chairs, the cooler ice melted, candy and chili powder littered the ground. It was nonstop dance after dance, the sea snake, the money dance, at one point the men at the reception threw discord into the air! The festivities only stopped when the dj themself fell asleep. Then, after 1 day of relaxation, the parade went on.

Hours of laughter, music and beads later, and a carriage was ready with 3 ponies to take the couple home, but Discord waved them off.

"No need to exert yourselves, boys. We can drive ourselves."

He released the stallions, paid them their due, and opened the door for his bride with a bow.

"Shall we be off, my dear?"

Once the newlyweds were in the carriage, every pony waved to them and they waved back, until they were a spot in the distance.

Discord sighed and glanced slyly at Fluttershy. "Alone at last."

He was about to put an arm around her when an acorn hit him. He turned to see Angel and the other animals sitting across from them.

"What the…what are they doing here?"

"Well, I said they could move in with us," Fluttershy explained.

"You what?!"

"They're just going to live in the garden. They won't get in the way."

"But do they have to ride with us? I can just zap them to the garden and…"

She stopped his paw before he could cast a spell. "Please? They want to ride so badly, and they've got very polite bathroom habits, so the rental stays clean-"

Discord shrugged. "Happy wife, Happy life I guess."

They arrived at Fluttershy's little cottage, now covered in newly grown springtime flowers.

"Okay, we're here! Now scram!"

The animals seemed to giggle and scatter into the gardens. Fluttershy shook her head.

He teleported himself outside and opened the door of the carriage. He then lifted her into his arms bridal style and carried her towards the castle.

"Home sweet home," he mused. "Never really had one until you lived with me."

"It's much more colorful."

"Oh yes, very."

She giggled as he poked her in the belly. "I think I can live with that."

The front door opened automatically and Fluttershy could feel the weight of the week lifting off of her back.

"What do you think of the interior?" Discord inquired.

"Less dizzy."

He chuckled. "I thought you'd like it. Wait until you see the honeymoon suite."

At his command, a door hanging high on the wall with no stairs leading to it opened. He flew her up to it and Fluttershy gawked at the décor of the room. Everything was in the shape of a heart: the bed, the pillows, the windows, the chandelier, the candles in the chandelier, etc. She did not know what to say about it.

"It's, um…very…"

"a lot, I know. Makes me want to gag too, but isn't this how most honeymoon suites look? I don't think we can afford a honeymoon."

"I wouldn't know."

"Oh well, I'm too tired to change anything now. What even is a honeymoon?"

"don't know, don't care, we have our whole marriage to figure it out."

They plopped onto the plush mattress, kissing gentle and sweet, and drifted off into perfect dreams.

The End, At The Moment.

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There's a reason you're the only girl Zeke's ever brought home to meet his grandparents. And there's a reason he chose to do it now. zeke x reader; modern au; fluff; soft stuff wc: 1479 a/n: inspired by @ushiwhacka 's pasta recipe. thank you for sharing it, sis ❤️ i am so so so down bad for zeke these days. i don't know why but i kind of don't want to stop

“Why,” he said, “are we making dinner at four in the afternoon?”

The slide of his blade thudded gently upon the thick wooden chopping board. Tucked up in its little shelf, his grandparents’ ancient radio endearingly spluttered Liebestraum from a classical music station.

You nudged him with your hip. Tomatoes on the vine bobbed in the water swelling up to your wrists.

“Because you’re slow at slicing things and we would like for food to be on the table when your grandparents return from their date.”

Zeke made a face like a little boy seeing his parents kiss. His glasses slid down his face. He went to push them up and was immediately met with the fiery waft of the onions he was slowly, carefully dicing. His eyes watered.

“Ah, shit.”

You giggled and carried on swirling your ruby reds in the cold water.

It had been a handful of days since you arrived at Liberio, “that tiny sneeze of an excuse for a town”, as Zeke liked to call it, whose only redeeming quality were his resident grandparents. After years and years of absence, your boyfriend had suddenly decided to return for the occasion of his grandparents’ wedding anniversary. You were only too happy to help him plan - and execute - an intimate dinner for his nearest and dearest.

“They’re crazy over you, you know,” he suddenly said.

Water hissed in a stream that broke into foam over your tomatoes. They shone in the colander you’d tumbled them into.

“Who?” you hummed, tilting your head in Zeke’s direction. He had just finished dicing exactly one half of his onion.

“Grandpa and grandma.”

You ducked your head and beamed, shy and pleased. “I think they’re lovely, too. I can immediately see that you take after them in grace and kindness.”

He snorted.

“Your grandma couldn’t believe her sweet boy had grown up into big, bad Zeke who made a subordinate cry last week.”

“He was a dumbass.”

You tsk’ed. “Careful what you say. You want to maintain your pristine image.”

“I will throw this piece of onion at you.” He grinned along with you as he watched you flit in the yellow kitchen of his childhood. Before you, he never imagined that he would one day be standing in there with a woman - his woman - doing something as domestically mundane as taking stock of the fresh ingredients scattered all over the same counter that saw things such as spilt cereal and homemade slime and drips of frosting from the cake Grandma made for each one of his birthdays.

Before you, his greatest dream was to leave Liberio. That the life he thereafter made for himself was rote and bleak was of little concern. But now that there was you, Zeke surprised himself by finding pleasure in walking with you along the long, winding canals of his hometown. Suddenly, the ancient pubs lined along its shore were interesting again, and the little weekend market was a chance to show you off to the people he’d known all his life and once wished to forget.

He finished slicing the last bit of onion. You were setting a pot of salted water to boil.

“There,” he groaned with relief and wiped his eyes on the sleeves of his t-shirt. “How’d I do?”

“Wonderful.”

“You didn’t even look at it.”

“The fact that you managed to dice that onion at all is wonderful in itself, love.”

“You underestimate me.”

“You don’t prove yourself to me enough.”

“Yeah?” he challenged in a voice that made you turn to him with wide eyes. Zeke loomed over you, a playful grimace on his face and his arms upraised with tickle fingers at the ready.

You squeaked a rapid surrender on the “I’m cooking!” excuse.

“Coward,” he laughed, and settled for crowding behind you and resting his chin on your head instead. You patted the arm loosely curled around your waist.

“No wonder your Grandma can’t believe you could ever be big bad Zeke.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that you’ve been nothing but a cuddly bear these past few days.”

He harrumphed. “Wait till this cuddly bear blows out your back.”

“On your childhood bed?” you gasped with exaggerated scandal.

Zeke couldn’t help the smile tugging up his mouth. The sizzle and fragrance of melting butter followed by the sweet sharpness of the onions he’d slaved over, rose all around you. He breathed it in and tightened his hold on you.

“Right on my childhood bed with its blue race car covers.”

You stifled a laugh. Swatted him lightly with the end of your wooden spoon. “Shame on you. What would little Zeke say?”

“Bugger’d wish he were all grown up.”

“Oh, my lord. Don’t let your grandparents hear that.”

His laughter turned into a loud guffaw and for a while, he was content to hold you as you cooked, watching with a happy-glazed stare as garlic and herbs and tomatoes and wine simmered into a rich sauce. The radio station had moved on to croaking out an Elgar whose title he simply could not recall. You were swaying in his arms, humming along as you bit into a strand of spaghetti and passed him the rest to taste.

It was perfection.

He kissed your fingertips when they touched his lips and cradled your hand so he could suck clean the bit of mascarpone-flecked sauce that had strayed from your tasting spoon to the inside of your wrist. Your head lolled on his shoulder. When you next spoke, your voice was dreamy.

“How come you never brought any girls home before?”

Ah, the secrets grandmothers told.

“Didn’t feel right.” The soft skin on the underside of your forearms smelled of the rich sauce, of home. He peppered it with kisses, planting a long one right over your pulse.

“And me? Why’d you bring me home to meet your grandparents?”

Because he couldn’t get enough of you. Because you were perfect. Because from the moment he met you and every day thereafter, you had never ceased being perfect to him, and that alone made him throb with a wonderful ache he’d never felt before but wanted to capture forever.

“I thought it would be a nice wedding anniversary gift to them.”

You wrinkled your nose. It was one of his most favourite sights.

“Some people would call that an unromantic answer, you know.”

“I know.”

“Some people would smack you for that.”

“But you won’t.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“I do.” He couldn’t resist you. Never for long, anyway. His lips found your temple. Beard and mouth grazed your cheek, the shell of your ear, and pressed into the side of your neck.

You sighed; melted into him. Turned off the stove and hugged the arms embracing you. “How long have your grandparents been married again?”

He was preoccupied with kissing his way over your shoulder. “Years and years and years.”

“I wonder what it’s like.”

“Hm?”

You leaned your head against his. In his childhood home, you felt as if you’d finally seen every last one of the many facets of Zeke. He’d allowed you to look into this secret side of him, and you’d adored what you’d seen. You’d adored him more than you ever thought you could.

“I wonder what it’s like to love somebody that long,” you murmured, and turned to him.

He looked back at you. His glasses were smudged, but behind them, his eyes were bright and attentive. You leaned in. Touched your forehead to his. Your noses, your lips, were whispers apart. His words were a soft caress,

“Do you want to find out?”

You dipped towards him, smiled against his tense mouth. “Yeah,” you breathed. “I do.”

He stammered a laugh. Squeezed his eyes shut, crushed you to himself and claimed from you a real, deep kiss.

For days now, he’d carried in his pocket his grandmother’s heirloom ring. And for days now, it, and the remembrance of his grandparents’ excitement when they gave it to him, had been weighing in his mind and sending swarms of butterflies in his stomach and generally driving him to distraction.

For days now, he had been promising himself to do it soon. To ask you soon.

He repeated that promise to himself now as you twirled around and wound your arms around his neck and gave the whole of your soft, warm self to him.

Tonight, he swore. After dinner and after you’d all celebrated his grandparents’ sixtieth wedding anniversary, perhaps while the two of you were cuddled in his childhood bed, in the cosy privacy of his old bedroom, he would relieve himself of the weight of that ring and ask the question he’d thus far been too afraid to ask.

And maybe, just maybe, you would agree to be with him. For years and years and years.

a/n: I was so surprised to find out that Liebestraum is semi tragic??? the Elgar piece referred to is the famous Salut d'Amour yellow kitchen is a wink to the same yellow kitchen in my earlier coffee shop au! zeke

#aot zeke #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger #snk zeke

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