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[imisscherryboy-blog]

running back 2 u

enemies to lovers — football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 2 part 3

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story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven’t been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, use of american education system, reader is in a sports medicine class (if you don’t know what that is it’s basically students that help out at school games, usually water girls/boys/people, assist with injuries) i wrote this with the pov of the reader being a POC but if you’re not just disregard when i say white and stuff lmao + part 1/?, title is an nct reference, debating eventual smut, kaveh and alhaitham are gay

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh)

warnings: swearing, vivid depiction/description of injury

★ part 1 of an ongoing series ★

you hated ajax and ajax hated you. that much was safe to say. ever since that incident in 9th grade, you never talked to him, let alone acknowledged him. before that, you both had known each other since elementary school. everybody loved ajax, his teachers, his peers, and even you. he just had that personality that made everyone love him; but you knew him underneath that persona. you knew his flaws and he knew yours. he’d tell you things he’d never tell anyone, he trusted you. but, all good things come to an end. in the summer going into your first year at highschool, you found yourself never wanting to speak to him again. he ultimately became the person you two would make fun of together in prior years. a typical, white, football player. but damn was he a good running back. he used to be so charming, but now he was just a playboy that had a new girl in his bed every week. you hated him for it, you hated the person he became, but you mostly hated how he’d plague your mind like a disease.

the day of the game finally came. you and kaveh both wore your school’s varsity jackets and jeans. you guys trudged the god foresaken orange gatorade cooler out to the field for the junior varsity and freshman team. the jv game had just finished, and you began setting up for the varsity game.

“y/n, i can tell you’re scared about ajax.”

“wow kaveh, you’re sooo observant.” you said sarcastically as you both were now in the utility room, filling the water bottles for the players.

“listen, you probably won’t even have to talk to him. as much as he likes to talk behind your back, he’s scared of you. you literally know EVERYTHING about him, you could ruin his reputation in milliseconds.” kaveh had a point. you knew his deepest and darkest secrets, but he unfortunately knew yours as well. you screwed the last lid of the water bottle on tighter than usual as you responded.

“thanks kaveh, but promise me you’ll be the one giving him his water, not me.” kaveh laughed as you said this.

“i’d actually be more than happy too! he’s pretty fine anyways…”

“kaveh— please.” you sighed as kaveh only laughed louder. you walked out to the field, the sky a pretty hue of pink as the jv players left and students filed in the bleachers for the real game. you made your way to the bench, right next to the field and placed the water bottle trays down, as cheering filled the stadium, you both looked behind you.

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, our undefeated, five-time league winners, the varsity football team!” the announcer said as the cheers only got louder. the varsity boys ran onto the field, ajax leading the team. you rolled your eyes. you’d admit, he looked good in the navy blue and white jersey, adorning the number 11. ajax was the captain and star of the team, his stats practically outdid any other running back in the county. he ranked first for almost every category, he was a good running back, you’d give him that at least. but at that moment, a feeling came over you. you felt jealous. jealous of the new cheerleader girl he was seeing, jealous of his success, you irrevocably hated him.

“god alhaitham looks good.” kaveh said, very much distracted when they began to sing the national anthem.

“you’re shameless, kaveh.”

“well, the national anthem definitely did not include gay people so…”

the game began, and the annoying and repetitive chants from the cheerleaders almost got stuck in your head. they even had a special one for their glorious star boy tartaglia! you could give zero fucks about him and his stupid chant, but you couldn’t help but notice him staring you down as the rival team took a time out. he gulped his water, sweat dripping from his slicked-back hair, before returning back to the field. as promised, it was kaveh’s job to offer him water, not yours. when one team scored, the other followed suit, the game was neck and neck. watching ajax skillfully receive alhaitham’s (the quarterback) throws and run it was something you could watch all day. but you hated him, so you pretended to look busy every time the home team ran a point. it was halftime now, and you and kaveh hung around the bench. they were up by only two points, it was practically anyone’s game, but that’s what makes the epic highs and lows of highschool football, right?

“swear to god, ajax keeps looking at you.” kaveh whispered to you as you refilled the green water bottles. the boys went into the team room as you and kaveh stayed outside. ajax’s fan girls in the stands had finally calmed down. you just looked at him and looked away as you continued to fill up the water. “like, every time he scores a touch down, he’ll do his stupid little celebration and he’ll glance over here—and then i’d look at you, and of course—‘oh, she’s trying to look distracted and pretend to not care again!’.” kaveh rolled his eyes at you, looking at you for an answer. “you still care about him, don’t you?” this time, you didn’t look at him and just stared at the bottle.

“yeah, like i’d give two shits about the school fuck boy. it’s just, i can’t help but remember how he used to be, that’s all.” it was a blatant lie, and kaveh knew. but he decided to stop pressing where it hurts. and just like that, half time was over and the team looked spent, but they still had 30 minutes to clutch. the cheers started up again. another touchdown, and chants of his name were the only things heard in the stadium. you felt surrounded. you just wanted to go home.

finally, the seventh minute began. the scoreboard emitting a soft glow displayed both home and away teams tied. everyone on the bleachers were all sat for these final minutes. including you. you watched intently with kaveh and your sports med teacher on the bench as they hiked the ball.

“alhaitham, number 9 is going for a throw,” the commentator’s voice reverberated through the field. alhaitham spots ajax, right on the 30 yard line, centered on the field. alhaitham takes a couple steps back and throws, the ball spins with accuracy. the crowd and kaveh all cheer.

“a dot! per usual from quarter back alhaitham, how many yards can their star running back score for the team!” ajax grabbed the ball and went for a right hook, swiftly dodging the defenders. he only got faster and faster as the cheers grew louder. he hooked right, and made his way for that touch down line.

“ajax! ajax! ajax!” the crowd chanted as kaveh and your teacher were now standing. you watched him closely, all of a sudden remembering back to when the two of you competed in your middle school’s flag football tournament. he had signed you up without you knowing, and you both somehow cinched first place.

“oh my god—” kaveh’s gasp snapped you out of your thoughts, as you looked onto the field.

the bleachers were silent now. ajax laid on his side, clutching his knee. the ball was long forgotten now.

“it appears number 11 is down.” the commentator remarked. your heart sank to your ass. you knew that knee injuries could fuck up anyone’s career in seconds. especially a running back’s. before you knew it, you were standing, your teacher yelled something to kaveh as he began running toward him to see what happened, you stood frozen. the cries of his fan girls behind you were the only things you could hear, kaveh was trying to tell you something, but you kept looking at ajax’s writhing body and back to kaveh, and back to ajax, and now at the rival team, and back to kaveh.

“y/n! are you listening? this is serious!” kaveh’s voice was almost a yell.

“i-i’m sorry, what do you need me to do?” you blinked a couple times.

“get the ice pack!” he yelled as kaveh made his way to the scene, the rival team went back to their bench as they were in small groups, most likely talking about what happened. you grabbed the ice pack from the cooler and ran over. his eyes were screwed shut as he cursed loudly, your teacher asking where it hurt.

“ah fuck, my knee! motherfu—” ajax bit back his curses with the back of his hand. your teacher radioed for a golf cart, which made you confused because you’d think someone would be calling 911.

“shouldn’t we be calling an ambulance..?” alhaitham asked, kneeling next to kaveh and ajax’s head. kaveh visibly looked flustered.

“y-yeah. we should! as a matter of fact, why don’t i just call them right—” your teacher cut kaveh off as he interjected.

“it’s a torn acl, if we call an ambulance right now, all they’ll do is give him some ice and painkillers which we very much have. we’re not spending 6k for an ice pack. save that money for the surgery.” your teacher remarked.

“the what..?” ajax looked at him with wide eyes as a campus supervisor came with a golf cart, the crowd was at a stand still.

“kaveh, stay here and take over for me. y/n, come with me.” you knew ajax’s injury was nothing life threatening, but you couldn’t help but worry for his future. you nodded your head as you and your teacher got into the front seat of the golf cart, cursing kaveh in your head, wishing it was him to take your place. ajax’s teammates carefully laid him on the golf cart and he cursed at them to be more careful. you rolled your eyes.

“ajax, we’re gonna need you to talk to us, we can’t have you passing out.” your teacher drove the golf cart to the recovery room, making sure to drive slowly over any bumps.

“you want me to talk? well, a torn acl is gonna ruin my goddamn career—fuck!” the golf cart jerked forward a little, making him curse.

“it’s probably not completely torn, ajax. you’ll recover in no time.” your teacher said.

“you’ll probably be out for the season.” you added, you couldn’t help but add a little salt in the wound.

“you’ll be out for the fucking year if you don’t shut the fuck up.” ajax snapped back at you.

“you need some ice dipshit?” you turned around with the ice pack and tossed it onto his knee, making him yell out in pain.

“what the FUCK is wrong with you—” he yelped in pain again, you just rolled your eyes.

“y/n! cut it out! you too, ajax. we’re here.” the teacher took the key out of the golf cart and looked at you. “i need to call his parents and file a report for the insurance, i’m trusting you to patch any cuts and tape his knee for the time being. keep the ice on it—and please don’t assault him.” your teacher was already on their way as they headed towards the office. you didn’t even get a minute to protest.

“no fucking way they just left me with this loser.” ajax scoffed from the back seat of the golf cart.

“at least my knee still works.” you grabbed the key and unlocked the recovery room, it had a couple of medical beds and cabinets filled with all kinds of medical equipment. you turned the lights on as you heard ajax outside yell.

“now you’re just leaving me? jesus, i couldn’t have asked for someone better to help me.” you ignored him as that was not what you were doing. you went to the smaller room in the back to get a wheelchair to get him onto one of the beds. you walked back outside, ajax’s face turned from one of pain to an angered look the minute you stepped outside. you wheeled the wheel chair to him.

“get on.” you said with little to no remorse.

“yeah let me just fly onto the fucking wheel chair why not. can you help me?” ajax yelled as he tried to sit up straight on the back seat. you scoffed and somehow got him onto the wheel chair. you both were silent, but you knew when ajax went quiet, he was overthinking. you knew he was thinking about what he’d do with his injury. you decided to give him something else to think about.

“it’s not that bad ajax. you survived skateboarding into a brick wall, i’m sure you’ll be fine.” you brought up an old memory the both of you shared.

“everyone saw. even the fucking scouters—i’m done for.” your words seemed to fly past his head. almost like he forgot about you and his’ history. you helped him onto the medical bed and made him sit straight so you could tape his knee. you went into the back room to get more ice. from the main room, you heard him start talking again.

“when i ran into that brick wall, you were the only one there. i didn’t have scouters that could get me d1 scholarships.” he remarked. he did remember at least. you came back with a roll of medical tape and some ice.

“you need to roll you pants up past your knee.” you went for the straight forward route as anything else would’ve gotten too awkward.

“yeah no fucking way that’s happening, cut it off for all i care.” you figured getting the leg of the pants over his injury wouldn’t be the most best of things, so you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his pants just above his thigh. he hissed in pain even though you didn’t even touch it. he was always this dramatic, you thought to yourself. you unrolled the pieces of tape and got to work. if ajax was good at football, you were the best at sports medicine. you knew how to wrap an ankle like second nature—a big part of the reason why your teacher asked you to assist, not kaveh. he went quiet again, and you’d much rather have him yelling at you than overthinking the situation after all this.

“how’s teucer?” you asked as he hissed whenever you’d place a piece of tape on his knee.

“w-why do you care? can you be any more gentle?” you looked up at him and kept working. you weren’t any gentler, you just worked slower to make it look like you were. he fell for it easily.

“he’s fine. he just graduated elementary—ow, school.” he responded after a minute passed.

“that’s good.” you said in quieter-than-usual tone. you couldn’t deny it was still awkward between you two. you hadn’t had a conversation like this in practically years, and you never thought you would have to. “so what exactly happened out there? you trip or something?” you knew he didn’t trip. you also knew that ajax had a tendency to overestimate himself, overall causing him more harm than good.

“the turf must’ve been off.” he said looking away. ajax was well aware he let himself get cocky. it was the final minutes of the game and he wanted to end it off strong. in doing so, he got himself a torn acl. good going ajax.

“mhm..”

“what? don’t believe me?” before you could answer the question, your teacher walked in. the first thing ajax asked was if they won the game or not. his “half touchdown” didn’t count, leaving them still tied.

“we won. but it was still a close call.”

ajax looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. he was already upset with his injury, and a loss especially with their title as undefeated would be 10x worse. you tried to look normal, but in truth, you were a little happy for the team. after all, you had some sense of school pride.

“your mom is outside. i’ve talked to her already and explained the injury in length. please focus on resting, then let’s talk about your next games.” with that, your teacher left you both alone again.

“can you walk?” you asked.

“i’ll try.” he said wincing as he got up. you went to his side and put his arm around you. it was silent. you helped him to the parking lot, occasional swears were heard from him. you said his mom waiting outside of the car.

“oh sweetie!” ajax’s mom held him tightly.

“hi mom, i’m fine.” his words were muffled into her shoulder.

“oh goodness, let’s get you in the car!” she helped him into the passanger seat. they spoke to each other in russian, it sounded like he was getting scolded. it was none of your business anyway. after doing so, she came back out.

“y/n? i remember you!” she said, giving you a hug.

“hi mrs tartaglia.” ajax’s mom had a soft spot for you. she’d always pack you extra food, and would never fail to treat you like one of her own, it made you happy. due to the circumstances, you hadn’t seen her in what felt like years.

“how’ve you been? we’ve missed you!” her hand stayed on your shoulder, her voice was genuine. but who exactly did she mean by “we”?

“i’ve been alright, thanks for asking.”

“ajax still talks about you, you should come over some time! teucer and tonia miss you!”

huh?

did you hear that right?

maybe it she didn’t actually mean it like that, why would ajax still be talking about you?

ajax rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

“mom i’m hurting let’s go.” he half shouted.

“alright, alright. i’ll see you soon hopefully, y/n! thank you for looking after ajax!” she said with a warm smile as she got back in the car before you could say a word. you simply waved and smiled back at her. you glanced over for a second, seeing ajax on his phone. you didn’t understand. did ajax really stil talk about you? you’d have a lot to tell kaveh..

the two of them left the parking lot in their black tahoe suv. you just stood and watched. you cursed to yourself. you couldn’t understand why ajax’s words pulled at your heartstrings a little. you were confused. and things would only get more confusing from there.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #childe x y/n #childe x you #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #ajax x reader #genshin ajax #enemies to lovers #genshin au #genshin modern au #genshin impact #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #gender netural #childe x fem!reader #childe x male reader #childe x gn reader #genshin school au #eventual smut #kaveh x alhaitham #genshin kaveh #genshin alhaitham #series #genshin series #first fanfic #poc reader #my first fanfic very nervwracking this has been in my drafts for so long and if you know some of the references reblog bc i put a lot of th

[excalibur-gone-missing]

[TEASER]

Paring: seungcheol x you

Requested: no

Release date: 24-04-24

Genre: mafia au, reverse of getting kidnaped by the mafia boss, fluff, e2l, crack, assistant au

Warning(s): mention of abduction, guns?

summary: It was not supposed to be like this, it was a meticulous plan perfectly curated by you, Jun and Seokmin. You were supposed to go get the man who was the future heir of the Kim Corps named Mingyu, you ever had a pic of his. Most importantly it was definitely not supposed to be the man who now sits in your basement claiming that he is the leader of the mafia organisation you three work for.

words: 342

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“So, you are telling me these three, these newbies who literally didn’t have any good job for them to gain experience drugged your ass and took you to god knows where, and you couldn’t even put up a good fight?!”

Jeonghan exclaims looking at the seated, nervous and scared faces of the three of you from Seungcheol’s office’s glass.

“Apparently not”, the older man sighs.

“My friend are you sure you are a real mafia? Because in the light of the current happenings I am starting to question your integrity a lot.”

Jeonghan says as he barks out a laugh, taking pleasure at his friends’ humiliation.

The bitch continues to make fun of the older man.

“Or maybe you were too immersed in staring at the pretty lady to notice that you were getting kidnapped”.

“I just thought I was getting mugged, so I didn’t fight hard enough, who knew I would be kidnapped instead.”

Seungcheol grumbles pouting a bit.

“Which is even worse, because you are telling me you would have let people just mug you for no reason when you are one of the most influential people underground!” now Jeonghan did look pretty concerned about the statement his superior just spewed and he does indeed have a hard time accepting it.

“Ahh! Just get over with it and let me go and make sure the three of them face the appropriate consequences for not only abducting me, but also trying to abduct my friend”, Seungcheol barks out while walking out, thoroughly humiliated and annoyed that his junior was having fun at his expense.

So Jeonghan does what he is good at. Right after his superior leaves, he strides towards the group and says, “so because the boss has instructed me to do something with you three which will stop you guys from going off the hook, I’m going to assign you some jobs in the organisation because I can.”

Now, anyone even vaguely familiar with Jeonghan would recognize the expression he wore just before chaos ensued, but contrary to popular belief, Jeonghan is actually quite amiable—at least, that's what he believes, and that's what matters, right?

He continued, “Junhui, you’ll be overseeing the artillery division our deputy head Chan will ensure you are well informed about your job. You’ll meet him tomorrow. As for Seokmin,” he paused, a sly smile crossing his face, which made Seokmin visibly nervous, “you, my friend, will be our esteemed boss's driver. Lastly, y/n, you'll be his assistant. You'll meet Chan tomorrow too; he'll explain the workings of your new role.”

Normally, in any ordinary conversation, you wouldn't dare ask inappropriate questions, but the circumstances were far from normal, so you proceeded with the most audacious question you could muster: “Why did Chan leave his previous post?”

Jeonghan politely responded, “He left because the job didn’t suit him, so we shifted him to the artillery department as a deputy head.”

Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. Since then, the turnover of assistants had been alarmingly high. Jeonghan desperately hoped you would stick around. Moreover, if either you or Seungcheol objected to this arrangement, he had enough leverage to ensure you both compile.

Enough dirt to keep both of you in line.

#svt #fluff #e2l #scoups #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x y/n #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen x oc #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt angst #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt au #svt scoups #seventeen scoups #enemies to lovers #seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #cheol

[gabessquishytum]

So there's this Manga called Sweat and Soap and I think it would make for a great Dreamling prompt. (It's a super cute office rom-com but with a man obsessed with the leading lady's scent and sweat. I do highly recommend!)

In this case, we'd have Dream—a highly successful soap maker whose scents are beyond compare. Every one he works on is a top-seller. Then we have Hob, who works at the same company, but in a completely different department. They wouldn't normally ever cross paths but they both just happen to be going up/down the stairs.

Dream gets a whiff of Hob's scent and pins him against the stairwell walls, nose pressed into the crook of his neck. It's unlike anything he's ever smelled before. It's amazing. It's inspiring. He's practically drunk on the scent.

Hob, whose always been rather self-conscious of his smell and just how much he sweats, is stunned that this super attractive and successful guy is pressed against him, practically devouring him. Not to mention they're still at work.

Needless to say, Dream's definitely keeping this man. Inspiration is hard to come by, but something tells him, he'll never run short with Hob resting in his lap while he works. Especially if he makes the man sweat by edging him throughout the day.

As a confirmed sweaty little guy myself, I very much appreciate the vibes of this. Will have to check out the manga!

I love the idea of Hob being moved from like, junior marketing guy to... Dream's personal assistant. Except that the assistance he provides is far from conventional! His duties involve: not wearing any kind of deodorant or scent which will cover up his natural smell, dressing in gym clothes to expose parts of his body like his neck and armpits... and always being available for Dream to sniff whenever he needs.

It's a little weird... but Dream is so sexy. Hob doesn't need any help in getting hot and bothered. On little compliment plus Dream’s long slim finger trailing over his chest and Hob is sweating, red faced, squirming. And as if the flirting wasn't bad enough, Dream is so handsy. He likes to cup his hands around Hob’s arse and knead into the flesh until Hob whimpers and his knees turn weak. Apparently the more horny he is, the better he smells - so Dream is basically on a quest to keep him as turned on as possible throughout the workday.

Dream also takes advantage of Hob’s intimate parts in other ways - by smelling them. His scent is strongest and deepest in the most embarrassing places, like between his legs... Hob will often find himself spread out on Dream’s desk, legs spread wide and everything on display, while Dream sniffs deeply around his balls and catalogues the scent for later use.

Hob always gets his orgasm at 5pm though - it's written into his contract. And then Dream helps him up, gets him dressed, and kisses him thoroughly before taking him home for a nice long bubble bath. What Dream does with the bath water afterwards, well... that's a company secret 😉

#kydrogendragon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[komorezuki]

Unnamed Duke of the Hell, part 1

"You're demons. Junior bottom of the barrel demons, practically the damned"

Obviously he humiliates them because he is just a piece of shit (lovingly). But as a great fan of goth background characters and Hell i can give at least one supernatural entity who is not as much of a loser as Crowley is saying.

We can see among this crowd three demons near the elevator.

I suggest you to focus on middle demoness with a headdress. Lets try to brighten image:

Beautiful Infernal Lady. Look at you, darling, you are gorgeous. I really would like to see her outfit and examine all details but the actress hasn't posted pictures :c

Now return to 1942. Furfur is staying in front of the Dark Council. There are three demons: Dagon (who is certainly high-ranked archidemon and apparently she is the leader), a unknown male-shaped demon (probably Ligur) and... familiar to us the "junior bottom of the barrel" demoness.

Furfur is using plural "your maleficences" talking to them. Three tables are no different as well. I think it means that probably-Ligur and Infernal Lady must be in the council as powerful members, not servants or assistants.

I want you to take a closer look at her:

She is definitely not just some misfit.

I think her black crown-like crest upon her head might point to her name. Most likely she might be a demon from Goetia. If so, there are three matches. First is King Paimon, who described as a man sitting upon a camel with a crown most glorious upon his head.

"There goeth before him also an Host of Spirits, like Men with Trumpets and well sounding Cymbals, and all other sorts of Musical Instruments. He hath a great Voice, and roareth at his first coming, and his speech is such that the Magician cannot well understand unless he can compel him. This Spirit can teach all Arts and Sciences, and other secret things. He can discover unto thee what the Earth is, and what holdeth it up in the Waters; and what Mind is, and where it is; or any other thing thou mayest desire to know. He giveth Dignity, and confirmeth the same. He bindeth or maketh any man subject unto the Magician if he so desire it. He giveth good Familiars, and such as can teach all Arts. He is to be observed towards the West. He is of the Order of Dominations. 1 He hath under him 200 Legions of Spirits, and part of them are of the Order of Angels, and the other part of Potentates." 

Second one is Duke Gemory (or Gremory) who is appearing in the form of a beautiful woman wearing a duchess's crown and riding a camel, ascribed with the power of revealing hidden treasures and answering questions about the past, present, and future. Female-shaped entity seems more appropriate for Infernal Lady.

Both of them point to a camel as a spirit animal. But nothing in our Lady's appearance confirms that.

Now the third version. Mighty Marquis Androalphus who is appearing as a peacock. I think Lady's crown is most similar to a peacock's tail.

Androalphus can teach astronomy and geometry perfectly. He is also described as ruling over thirty legions and as having the ability to turn any man into a bird. I bet on third name and i hope that we will see the Lady in s3 more. As a duke of the hell she must participate in mess. Part 2

#good omens #good omens demons #good omens 2 #dagon #dark council #good omens meta #good omens hell #go2 #good omens headcanon #ars goetia #lord dagon #crowley #demon #demons

[isnovelman]

Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 17

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“I didn't expect you to get your diploma so soon.”

What a summer semester graduation!

The dean of the Academy's Faculty of Magic, my uncle, the Marquis of Wert, puts down his teacup and grinned.

He seems cold and cynical at first glance, but seeing the same face often, he knew he wasn't in a bad mood today.

“To be honest, the picture is strange for a single magician to teach the saint who saved the empire. ”

“But it is true that graduating too early according to the school rules… I thought the dean would be against it.”

“Do I not look so inflexible like your father?”

Addition adds more, but it doesn't look less.

I swallowed the hard words that came to my throat.

“Honestly, I didn't want to make an exception either, but I can't help it. Because of you, my work is almost paralyzed.”

“.....”

“I’m going to see you, and even the graduates come to the undergraduate building from time to time, and I feel like I’m going to die.”

He shakes his head with a rather troubled face.

In fact, when the academy started, it was much more serious than it is now. The formula lectures I was giving were like taking a break.

“I respect you! Lady! Sign it!”

“Call my name just once!”

“Lady! Just say one word that you will pass your graduation thesis!”

“I feel like I will be able to pass the matriculation exam after receiving the saint from afar!”

There were people who didn't listen to lectures telling me to listen, and treated me as a totem of ups and downs.

'Of course, even if you only open your eyes wildly, you close your mouth right away.'

In the past, when I appeared, everyone was busy bowing their heads and politely giving way... .

‘I don’t really want to go back to the days of a villainess, but there were definitely things I was comfortable with.'

Still, it seems that some polarizing fans were in school, It seems that he was finally able to escape from the space called the school thanks to the trouble he made to the dean and president of the Academy.

The long compulsory education period, 5 years of undergraduate life, and hard work at the academy passed like a lantern.

“… It’s too long.”

While relieving, Marquis Berthe suddenly murmured.

“What?”

“I thought you were good at teaching. If possible, I was thinking of making a teaching assistant. Because that's the fastest way to become a professor.”

'Hey, it's not too harsh, oh!'

With the creepy remark that he wanted to pamper me like a grad student, he casually pushed the cake in front of me. with a small box.

“This… .”

When I opened the box, it contained a rose-shaped brooch, and his scar trembled for a moment.

“When I see you, I think of Marien. She was the junior she wore. She was a good lecturer, so she was going to be a teaching assistant, but I don't think my younger brother would run away with her.”

“...?”

Surely, not a love triangle, but a favorite graduate student No. 1?

Having written several chijeong novels in my head, I erased the questions that came to mind. Sometimes it's better to just leave it unaware.

“Your mother was a beautiful bride to match May. Marriage, congratulations.”

“Thank you, dean.”

“What dean when you get your diploma? Call me uncle.”

Uncle...

At the name that came out a little awkwardly, he smiled softly, incomparably with the previous one.

“I’ll see you at the wedding, Deborah.”

***

Upon hearing the news of Isidor's marriage, the Marquis of Jaba Slein hurried up to the capital with her family. It was to help her nephew's wedding preparations.

In the Empire, instead of the bride bringing the dowry, the groom prepared the wedding preparations, so Isidor would have a lot to worry about.

“Originally, this kind of preparation has to be led by an adult in the family… ”

In the mind of the Marquis, the childhood image of Isidore, who was like an angel from the past, was etched in her mind. Perhaps that's why his nephew, who had to carry out all the preparations alone, felt pity for him.

But after a while, instead of sticking her tongue out in pity, she sticks it out in exasperation.

To put it bluntly, perfectionism is a long one... … .'

He is a person with a reputation for being meticulous, but his nephew is a bit more sophisticated.

'I don't think there's a way to skip something.'

Isidor, who visited the wedding venue in advance, not only looked at the seating arrangement, but also the banquet room curtain decorations, candle holders, wine glasses, carpets, and even cutlery used by guests.

“This tableware is a trendy style?”

The vassal quickly responded to Isidor's point.

“Yes. There are a lot of nobles in the capital who prefer this kind of tableware these days, so I prepared it.”

“But it’s a formal place, but you don’t feel too heavy. Also, it’s not a flower pattern that suits the season, is it?”

“I will change it right now.”

The Marquis of Vaslein approached Isidor, watching closely the number placed on the tablecloth.

“May I give you a heartfelt message to the Duke of Visconti?”

Isidor, who had even taken off his gloves and checked the texture of the tablecloth, lifted his head at his aunt's call.

“Speak at ease, Auntie.”

“Yeah, don’t be shy. It would be a headache just to sort out the guest list, but if you look at every little thing like this, your nerves won't be left behind.”

“As soon as this place, which you rented for a dinner party, became known, the empire was turned upside down. If it had been this way, Seymour's first headmaster would have been satisfied.”

“The little things make the best quality. Visconti’s invitation.”

“… The invitation left such a saying?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Seeing his nephew, who said he was only following the laws of the Visconti, to stop nagging, the Duchess of Vaslain shook her head as if she couldn't do it.

“You really remember everything.”

“aunt also has a good memory. I want you to forget about my immature childhood... .”

She often glorified Isidore as a child. Little Isidor, with rosy cheeks, dazzling blonde hair, and big eyes, was as real as her face, like an angel who had just descended from the earth.

“Isidor, when have you been immature? You grew up too early for needlessly because of your rude father.”

“I did the exact opposite because my father didn’t like it, but I look like I’m mature.”

“… Well, on the other hand, he was a perfect guy to be a teacher.”

I say it lightly now, but what the former Visconti owner, Albert Visconti did, was beyond my imagination.

As the only son was a mess, the former family's affection for the genius grandson grew and the conflict between the father and son deepened.

'It was terrible... .'

As she recalled the past, her eyes fell deeply.

***

In the long past, the Visconti Castle was always noisy due to the clamor of Bardo Visconti, the former headmaster. Even the sound of the rough waves crashing into the Alea Strait could not sweep away his shouts of force.

“There are drug dealers in the castle. Albert, are you crazy!?”

“Ah, father… !”

“Aren’t you ashamed to look at Isidor!? While you marred Visconti's impeccable prestige and defiled the stature of a noble bloodline, your son has awakened the talent of a magic swordsman! whopping! At the age of eight when you hid in an underground warehouse and stole alcohol!”

When Bardo Visconti provoked Isidor, Albert Visconti, who was trembling, suddenly bubbled like a mad dog.

“father! Where the hell is my son?”

“What?”

“I know it all. Isidore is actually my younger brother, so I'm wearing it like my own son, right?”

“this… this guy! What nonsense are you talking about now?”

“Also. If you are stabbed, you are revolting.”

Albert rubbed his eyes like a madman and teasing his tongue.

“Anyway, Olga, I’ll have to pull the girl’s hair out and let Chidogon go. I'm playing with my sister-in-law, how dare I take a sip of my behavior on the topic of an affair?! The person who will receive the huge alimony is me!! dare! Dirty bitch!”

Olga, a victim of an arranged marriage, was fed up with Albert's Visconti's chaos and divorced after giving birth to Isidor.

After the divorce, the news that she died of an illness had been heard five years ago, and Bardo Visconti could not overcome his anger and drew a decorative sword, seeing his son tarnishing the honor of the deceased.

“After hanging out with the backstreets, every time I open my mouth, the smell of stinking vibrates! I will rip off your tongue today.”

“Hey, hey!”

Albert, who drank too much and couldn't even use his sword properly, was frozen by the blood of his father, the sword master.

“You poor bastard! The spirit is not as strong as that of a ten-year-old Isidor. I don't know if you are really my son!”

Just as Bardo Visconti was fed up and was about to cut his tongue with a knife, Agat broke in and stopped them.

After staying in the Bar Slaine estate, she stopped by the Visconti Castle after a long time and had no choice but to become a flagship at the sight unfolding before her eyes.

“Agat, go away!”

“father! Isidor is watching!”

Why is it that the father slaps his brother so loudly at the place where the child sees it? Isn't it too harsh to show that young child the cruel sight of his grandfather cutting off Jea's tongue?

“Ugh! Huh”

“Albert, you just owe your sister a tongue.”

The sharp blade that had dug into his shabby lips slowly fell away.

“ugh… uh... ”

Blood cascades from Albert Visconti's long slit lips and chin.

”.....“

“Isidor! Don't stand here and go to your room.“

“Agat, you are the older sister who only looks at that child too young. My grandchildren don't even blink an eye at this. He's a bold guy like a Visconti.”

Little Isidor, who was standing loudly beyond the chaotic door, thought as he watched his father's tears, runny noses, and blood.

it's dirty.

The thick bloody smell and the smell of man's dung pee mixed together, and his nasal passages throbbed. It was tens of times more disgusting than the smell from the barn.

“Ugh...”

When I met my father's hazy eyes, I suddenly felt an insect crawling all over my body. Goosebumps rose from the forearms and the nape of the neck.

No matter how many times I wiped and wiped, the unpleasant sensation never went away. Bardo Visconti sighed briefly as he watched Isidor wiping his hands all day with an expressionless face.

“You are truly a Visconti even in this respect.”

Most of the Visconti's who ran away had a chronic tuberculosis. So Bardo Visconti was rather happy to see the child's fingertips that had been split and had blood on them.

A natural perfectionist temperament, the talent of a magic swordsman, a superhuman memory, and even the habit of raking gold by any means. Even if it was called the reincarnation of the invitation, it was not strange.

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BD - winners where are they now (incomplete)

I think someone requested this somewhere

Most females and recent males because there are just too many to do rn

At companies:

Miriam Gittens (s2013): Gibney Company

Alyssa Allen (s2014): Ballets Jazz Montreal

Brianne Sellars (s2014): Dallas Black Dance Theatre

Ashley Green (s2015): Alvin Ailey American dance Theater

Payton Johnson (j2012, t2015, s2017): L.A. Dance Project

Vivian Ruiz (s2019): Ballet BC

Kelis Robinson (t2018, s2020): The Batsheva Dance Company; The Juilliard School

Kiarra Waidelich (m2016, j2018, t2020): Royal Flux Company

Quinn Starner (t2017): New York City Ballet Corps de Ballet

Emma Sutherland (j2014, t2016): MashUp Contemporary Dance Co.

Sarah Pippin (t2011): Ballet BC

Timmy Blankenship (s2017): Sydney Dance Company; choreographer

Brady Farrar (m2014, j2017, t2021): ABT Junior Company

Easton Magliarditi (t2020): Royal Flux Company

Graham Feeny (t2015): Artistic associate at Gibney Company

Logan Hernandez (t2015): Göteborgs Operans Danskompani

Zenon Zubyk (t2013): Nederlands Dans Theater

Jonathan Wade (j2011, s2016): Rambert Dance Company

Wyeth Walker (s2017): Rubberband Dance Company

Faculty/teacher/choreography:

Lucy Vallely (t2015, s2018): Broadway Dance Center, freelance choreographer

Jayci Kalb ( j2011, t2014, s2016): The Dance Centre; Radio City Clara 2010

Taylor Sieve (s2016): Jump Dance Convention

Jenna Johnson (s2012): DWTS pro, 24 Seven Dance Convention

Jazzmin James (t2012, s2015): faculty several intensives

Jaycee Wilkins (j2015): Club Dance Studio

Sophia Lucia (j2014): Dancelab OC

Brynn Rumfallo (m2014): Strive Dance Workshop (own project)

Talia Seitel (m2012): Project 21 (part-time)

Lex Ishimoto (t2014, s2016): Jump Dance Convention

at University/college:

Ellie Wagner (s2019): Ohio State University Dance Team

Ella Horan (s2021): USC Kaufman

Kayla Mak (m2014, s2021): The Juilliard School; Radio City Clara 2014, 2015

Brianna Keingatti (s2022): The Juilliard School

Julia Lowe (s2023): USC Kaufman

Ava Wagner (j2018): University of Minnesota Dance Team

Avery Gay (m2015, j2017): University of Arizona School of Dance

Leara Stanley (m2011): Duke University

Sam Fine (s2023): USC Kaufman; Young Arts 2022

Seth Gibson: The Juilliard School

Alex Shulman (s2022): New York University Tisch Dance

Joziah German (m2014, t2018, s2020): The Juilliard School

Joey Gertin (t2018): The Juilliard School

Professional dancer/choreographer:

Simrin Player (t2014, s2017): The Voice, Missy Elliot, Justin Bieber, RBD

Jaxon Williard (s2021): Rihanna, Madonna, Lil Nas X

D'Angelo Castro (j2012, t2016, s2019): DWTS troupe

Findlay Mcconnell (t2017, s2019): Tate McRace

Christian Smith (s2018): Tate McRae, NBC's Saved by the Bell

Keanu Uchida (s2014): Dancer the Musical; also a big advocate for protecting dancers and calling out inappropriate behaviour

Eric Schloesser (s2014): Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Dua Lipa, Billie Eilish, J Balvin; choreographer, creative director, designer; Dana Foglia Dance Company

Other/a combo of things:

Bianca Melchior (s2011): actor, dancer, singer; Nick Jonas, Alessia Cara, own music; faculty at On The Floor dance competition

Tate McRae (m2013, j2015, t2018): singer/songwriter

Bostyn Brown (j2016, t2019): Professional assistant at DanceOne

Megan Goldstein (t2017); dancer, photographer

Christina Ricucci (t2013): actor, musician, dancer

Bella Klassen (j2017): The Space, vlogger

Kalani Hilliker (j2013): influencer, teaching at several places (Danceplex, MBA)

Elliana Walmsley (m2018): influencer, DWTS Junior, Radio City Clara 2019

Diana Pombo (m2016): singer/songwriter, dancer, actor; Young Arts voice 2023+2024

Morgan Higgins (t2016, s2018): dancer, aerialist

Zelig Williams (s2013):dancer/actor: MJ the Musical, Hamilton

Daniel Gaymon (s2011): dancer/actor; Broadway (Cats, The Lion King); Hamilton national tour, La La Land

Ricky Ubeda (t2011, s2012): choreographer, actor; Steven Spielberg's West Side Story

Michael Hall (s2015): Saturday Night Fever the Musical, tv dancer in Cairo, Egypt; teacher

Julian Elia (t2014): Steven Spielberg's Westside Story, working on the development of a new Broadway musical

Sage Rosen (t2016): influencer; DWTS Junior

Ryan Maw (j2015, t2017): choreographer, dancer, actor: High School Musical: The Musical - The Series

Holden Maples (j2016, t2019): dancer, teacher, choreographer

Competing/not graduated honorable mentions:

Cameron Voorhees (m2018, j2021, t2023): Evolve Dance Complex; starting career as a teacher/choreographer

Crystal Huang (m2019, j2021, t2023): The Rock Center for Dance, Bayer Ballet Academy; Prix De Lausanne 2024, Young Arts 2024, Radio City Clara 2021

Hailey Bills (m2017, t2022): Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, DWTS Junior

Brightyn Brems (m2017): DWTS Junior

Avery Hall (t2022): Danceology; Young Arts 2023

Savannah Kristich (t2021): The Rock Center For Dance; Twyla Now

Savannah Manzel (m2020): Larkin Dance Studio, Radio City Clara 2023

Kya Massimino (m2021): Radio City Clara 2023

Ian Stegeman (m2019, j2021, t2023): Woodbury Dance Center, Young Arts 2024

[anamazingangie]

The Women Surrounding a Medieval Queen

This goes through the different types of maids that would serve a Queen, as well as the different duties and function of companions or lady's in waiting

This is something i've had in docs as a personal reference forever. I'm putting it here so I can link it on discord, but please note NONE of this information is my own, it has all been collected from a dozen+ wikipedia pages.

Overview of Maid Types:

Maids traditionally have a fixed position in the hierarchy of the large households, and although there is overlap between definitions (dependent on the size of the household) the positions themselves would typically be rigidly adhered to. The usual classifications of maid in a large household are:

Lady's maid: a senior servant who reported directly to the lady of the house, but ranked beneath the housekeeper, and accompanied her lady on travel. She took care of her mistress's clothes and hair, and sometimes served as confidante. .

House-maid or housemaid: a generic term for maids whose function was chiefly "above stairs", and were usually a little older, and better paid. Where a household included multiple housemaids, the roles were often subdivided as below. .

Head house-maid: the senior house maid, reporting to the housekeeper. (Also called "house parlour maid" in an establishment with only one or two upstairs maids). .

Parlour maid: they cleaned and tidied reception rooms and living areas by morning, and often served refreshments at afternoon tea, and sometimes also dinner. They tidied studies and libraries, and (with footmen) answered bells calling for service. .

Chamber maid: they cleaned and maintained the bedrooms, ensured fires were lit in fireplaces, and supplied hot water. .

Laundry maid: they maintained bedding and towels. They also washed, dried, and ironed clothes for the whole household, including the servants. .

Under house parlour maid: the general deputy to the house parlour maid in a small establishment which had only two upstairs maids. .

Nursery maid: also an "upstairs maid", but one who worked in the children's nursery, maintaining fires, cleanliness, and good order. Reported to the nanny rather than the housekeeper. The nursemaid would often stay with one family for years or as long as their services were needed.  .

Kitchen maid: a "below stairs" maid who reported to the cook, and assisted in running the kitchens.

Head kitchen maid: where multiple kitchen maids were employed, the "head kitchen maid" was effectively a deputy to the cook, engaged largely in the plainer and simpler cooking (sometimes cooking the servants' meals). .

Under kitchen maid: where multiple kitchen maids were employed, these were the staff who prepared vegetables, peeled potatoes, and assisted in presentation of finished cooking for serving. .

Scullery maid: the lowest grade of "below stairs" maid, reporting to the cook, the scullery maids were responsible for washing cutlery, crockery, and glassware, and scrubbing kitchen floors, as well as monitoring ovens while kitchen maids ate their own supper. .

Between maid, sometimes known as a "tweeny": roughly equivalent in status to scullery maids, and often paid less, between maids in a large household waited on the senior servants (butler, housekeeper, and cook) and were therefore answerable to all three department heads, often leading to friction in their employment. .

Still room maid: a junior maid employed in the still room; as the work involved the supply of alcohol, cosmetics, medicines, and cooking ingredients across all departments of the house, the still room maids were part of the "between staff", jointly answerable to all three department heads.

A Closer Look

A lady's companion was a woman of genteel birth who lived with a woman of rank or wealth as retainer. Where ladies-in-waiting were usually women from the most privileged backgrounds who took the position for the prestige of associating with royalty, or for the enhanced marriage prospects available to those who spent time at court, a lady's companions usually took up their occupation because they needed to earn a living and have somewhere to live. A companion is not to be confused with lady's maid.

Like a governess, a lady's companion was not regarded as a servant, but neither was she really treated as an equal; however her position in the household of her employer was notably less awkward and solitary than that of a governess. Only women from a class background similar to or only a little below that of their employer would be considered for the position.

The companion's role was to spend her time with her employer, providing company and conversation, to help her to entertain guests and often to accompany her to social events. In return she would be given a room in the family's part of the house, rather than the servants' quarters; all of her meals would be provided, and she would eat with her employer; and she would be paid a small salary, which would be called an "allowance" – never "wages".

She would not be expected to perform any domestic duties which her employer might not carry out herself, in other words little other than giving directions to servants, fancy sewing and pouring tea. Thus the role was not very different from that of an adult relation in respect of the lady of a household, except for the essential subservience resulting from financial dependency. Lady's companions were employed because upper- and middle-class women spent most of their time at home. A lady's companion might be taken on by an unmarried woman living on her own, by a widow, a married woman who lived with her husband and sons but had no daughters and desired female company, or by an unmarried woman who was living with her father or another male relation but had lost her mother, and was too old to have a governess.

In the last case the companion would also act as a chaperone; at the time, it would not have been socially acceptable for a young lady to receive male visitors without either a male relation or an older lady present (a female servant would not have sufficed).

A lady's maid is a female personal attendant who waits on her female employer. The role of a lady's maid is similar to that of a gentleman's valet.

Traditionally, the lady's maid was not as high-ranking as a lady's companion, who was a retainer rather than a servant, but the rewards included room and board, travel and somewhat improved social status. In the servants' hall, a lady's maid took precedence akin to that of her mistress.

In Britain, a lady's maid would be addressed by her surname by her employer, while she was addressed as "Miss" by junior servants or when visiting another servants' hall.

A lady's maid's specific duties included helping her mistress with her appearance, including make-up, hairdressing, clothing, jewellery, and shoes.

A lady's maid would also remove stains from clothing; sew, mend, and alter garments as needed; bring her mistress breakfast in her room; and draw her mistress's bath. However, she would not be expected to dust and clean every small item, as that would be the job of a housemaid.

A maid, housemaid, or maidservant were once part of an elaborate hierarchy in great houses, where the retinue of servants stretched up to the housekeeper and butler, responsible for female and male employees respectively. The word "maid" itself means an unmarried young woman or virgin. Domestic workers, particularly those low in the hierarchy, such as maids and footmen, were expected to remain unmarried while in service

"What the fuck is a lady in waiting, then?"

A lady-in-waiting is a female personal assistant at a court, attending on a royal woman or a high-ranking noblewoman. Historically, in Europe, a lady-in-waiting was often a noblewoman but of lower rank A lady-in-waiting was considered more of a secretary, courtier, or companion to her mistress than a servant.

In some other parts of the world, the lady-in-waiting, often referred to as palace woman, was in practice a servant or a slave rather than a high-ranking woman though they had the same duties. In courts where polygamy was practised, a court lady was formally available to the monarch for sexual services, and she could become his wife, consort, courtesan, or concubine.

The duties of ladies-in-waiting at the Tudor court were to act as companions for the queen, both in public and in private. They had to accompany her wherever she went, to entertain her with music, dance or singing and to dress, bathe and help her use the toilet, since a royal person, by the standards of the day, was not supposed to do anything for herself, but was always to be waited upon in all daily tasks as a sign of their status.

Other functions historically discharged by ladies-in-waiting included proficiency in the etiquette, languages, dances, horse riding, music making, and painting prevalent at court; keeping her mistress abreast of activities and personages at court; care of the rooms and wardrobe of her mistress; secretarial tasks; supervision of servants, budget and purchases; reading correspondence to her mistress and writing on her behalf; and discreetly relaying messages upon command.

Ladies-in-waiting were appointed because of their social status as members of the nobility, on the recommendation of court officials, or other prominent citizens, and because they were expected to be supporters of the royal family due to their own family relationships. When the queen was not a foreigner, her own relations were often appointed as they were presumed to be trustworthy and loyal.

The ladies-in-waiting were headed by the mistress of the robes, followed in rank by the first lady of the bedchamber, who supervised the group of ladies of the bedchamber (typically wives or widows of peers above the rank of earl), in turn followed by the group of women of the bedchamber (usually the daughters of peers) and finally the group of maids of honour.

Ok here is where it gets confusing

First Lady of the Bedchamber is the title of the highest of the ladies of the bedchamber, those holding the official position of personal attendants on a queen or princess. The position is traditionally held by a female member of a noble family.

Lady of the Bedchamber is the title of a lady-in-waiting holding the official position of personal attendant on a British queen regnant or queen consort. 

The Maid of the Bedchamber was an office of high status selected from nobility. She had often been a maid of honour before she was promoted, because of birth or royal favor. Her tasks were essentially the same as the tasks of the maids of honour, though they were of higher status. 

A maid of honour is a junior attendant of a queen in royal households. 

The position was and is junior to the lady-in-waiting. 

Traditionally, a queen regnant had eight maids of honour, while a queen consort had four; Queen Anne Boleyn, however, had over 60.

A maid of honour was a maiden, meaning that she had never been married (and therefore was ostensibly a virgin), and was usually young and a member of the nobility. 

The mistress of the robes was the senior lady in the household who would, by appointment, attend on the Queen (whether queen regnant or a queen consort). Queens dowager retained their own mistresses of the robes. (In the 18th century Princesses of Wales had one too).

Initially responsible for the queen's clothes and jewellery (as the name implies), the post-holder latterly had the responsibility for arranging the rota of attendance of the ladies-in-waiting on the queen, being in attendance herself on more formal occasions, and undertaking duties at state ceremonies.  During the 17th and 18th centuries, this role often overlapped with or was replaced as first lady of the bedchamber. In modern times, the mistress of the robes was almost always a duchess.

A brief overview of a medieval household and the male/king's equivalents.

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“Just marry me already.” Reiner or Porco you choose?

ALSO CONGRATS HOLY GUACAMOLE (I FORGOT HOW TO SPELL GUAC FOR A SECOND LOL)

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Character: Porco Galliard x fem!reader

Prompt: “Just marry me already.”

Word Count: 1.5K+

A/N: Thank you!!! <3 I went with Porco on this one cause I love that man 🤠 (also FYI, nonna = grandmother; nonno = grandfather)

Event Masterlist

The welcoming sounds of laughter filled his nonna’s home with ease; warmth and love surrounding every area of the small, comforting house as the Galliard family gathered for a celebration. The children played outside as the aunties gossiped and drank prosecco. His ma helped with the food in the kitchen and his nonno played card games with his uncles. And in the center of it all, there you were. Soft and delicate– And beautiful as ever.

He found it quite interesting how you somehow managed to stand apart from it all, and yet also, fit right into the chaos. The scene playing out before him–of his family so warm and affectionate–finally felt complete as he took in your welcoming form standing amidst his favorite people.

He had been watching you all day with the same lovestruck expression that always seemed to accompany him whenever he gazed at you. He honestly couldn’t help it. His eyes simply just followed you everywhere you went, watching as you played with his younger cousins, running around the backyard with them and playing dress up; Watching as you somehow managed to impress his judgemental aunties yet again (something he’ll never quite understand since they were never impressed by anybody); Watching as you helped roll the gnocchi with his mom, listening intently to her every word as she revealed her secret to you; Watching as you held his cousin’s baby in your arms, cooing gently as you soothed them to sleep; And yes, watching as he heard the greatest compliment you could ever hope to receive suddenly fall from his nonno’s lips– a simple “good kid” directed toward you with an equally as simple nod of his head.

Yes, he’d been watching you all day. But he just couldn’t help it. The sight of you fitting in so perfectly with his family did funny things to his heart. He could see–clear as day–that you just simply… belonged. He knew it. Deep in his bones, he knew it as he watched you with his loved ones.

What really forced him to believe it, though, was none other than his nonna and her warm approval of his girl. He knew that his family loved you, but there was just something particularly special about the matriarch of the Galliard family–his sweet nonna–already seeing you as one of them. It honestly only made his desire to actually make you a part of the family even worse. He wished more than anything for you to have a permanent place in his family; for you to wear a pretty little ring on your finger and to be addressed as Mrs. Galliard by everyone. That was the only thing he truly wanted, if he were being completely honest with himself. And it appears that his nonna–in her unsubtle ways– felt exactly the same.

~

“You better propose to that fine young lady,” the older woman warns as she slowly makes her way toward her grandson; stopping abruptly in front of him and pinching his cheek in the rough way that grandmothers always do. “Even though you don’t deserve her,” she then adds in her familiar brash tone, much to his annoyance.

“Nonna, come on. I’m not all that bad, am I?” Porco–fifty years her junior and towering over her small frame–cheekily replies as he helps her outside to the backyard where the festivities were continuing.

“No, you’re a good boy,” she laughs heartily, patting him affectionately on the strong arm that was assisting her. “But she’s a good one, too, and you better not keep her waiting,” the threatening tone comes back instantly as she turns to address him. “Or else someone else is going to come along and snatch her up. And we don’t want that to happen,” she emphasizes her dramatic words with a small pat on his cheek as his younger cousin–the birthday boy–begins to open his presents. “After all, we need some more Galliard babies running around here–”

“Okay, nonna!” He cuts her off as a slightly flustered expression overtakes his face. “Let’s just worry about this Galliard today,” he quickly tries to change the subject as he gestures to the young excited boy now opening a rather large gift.

“You are a good boy,” she softly chuckles at the dark pink color rising on his tan cheeks, patting his arm once again. “But you better get over to your future wife now, stop wasting your time and affection on me,” she warns lightheartedly.

“I have enough to share between my two favorite girls,” he grumbles, slightly rolling his eyes but feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest at the mention of you being his ‘future wife’. Porco leans down a bit and hastily places a kiss to her cheek after gently helping her into a chair; he says his goodbyes and soon leaves her to relax and enjoy the rest of the party, only to then seek you out.

~

Making his way over to you, he can’t help but think about his nonna’s words. Of course he had thought about marrying you, of course he had. He wasn’t stupid; he knew you were the only one for him, that it was you he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It was just a frightening thing–as much as he didn’t want to admit it–to ask for your hand in marriage. Because… What if you said no? He had always considered himself to be a brave man, but there was just something about you that made him weak; something that made him absolutely terrified to ask that life-changing question. Because what if you did say no? And what if you didn’t feel the same way that he did? He knows that that would absolutely ruin him, that he definitely wouldn’t be able to cope with the feeling of losing his girl. Because, truth be told, you were everything to him. You were family. You were his future, his love, his life– All of it. And the thought of all of that suddenly disappearing because you turned down his proposal, well… he’s sure he’d never be able to move on from that.

So for now, he’ll stick to his sarcastic remarks as he–jokingly–asks you to marry him. As he makes small remarks about asking for your hand in marriage, uttering small insincere proposals whenever you do something sweet or cute. It was actually something he did quite a lot, to be honest; an interesting habit that he just couldn’t help. You were an angel in his eyes, a true godsend who made every aspect of his life better. So how could he not ask you to marry him every single chance he got? Even if his words did always come out as a joke and even if they were always said in a lighthearted manner… You just made it all too difficult to keep his thoughts at bay and before he knew it, he’d be muttering something along the lines of ‘god, just let me be your husband already’. It was almost as if his mouth was constantly betraying him whenever he was around you; exposing his true intent behind thinly-veiled jokes. But he just couldn’t help himself… No, he was simply too weak for you and those words always seemed to just slip out every time you were near.

And this time would prove to be no different, it appears, as he makes his way over to you– gently placing his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly, feeling your back flush against his broad chest as he takes in your familiar scent.

“What, are you trying to be an angel today or something? Bein’ so nice to my family? Why aren’t you ever that nice to me, huh?” His deep voice rings out as he softly laughs, placing a small kiss to your neck as you feel his lips turn up into a gentle smile, warming the skin there ever so slightly.

“Oh shush, I’m nice to you all the time,” you chuckle softly. “Even if you sometimes don’t deserve it.”

“You’re the second person to say that to me today,” he furrows his brows as a small insincere pout adorns his face.

“Plus, I just like being with your family,” you shrug, ignoring the feigned sound of hurt in his voice. “Just feels right, you know?”

“Ugh,” he groans. “Shut up and just marry me already,” he says in a drawn out whiny tone as he drops his head to the crook of your neck, trying to hide just how flustered your sweet words have made him but ultimately failing in the end. You’re just too much, he thinks; too angelic, too loving. He can’t help it when those familiar words escape him yet again.

Your sweet, delicate laughter fills his ears as he raises his head; the feeling of you turning around in his arms causing him to pull you in even closer as he notices an amused smile playing out on your face. Your eyes instantly meet his and he realizes that you have an almost playful twinkle in them as you stare at him, almost as if to say ‘I know you actually mean that’. He swallows dryly, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable under your all-knowing stare.

Porco feels that this could be the moment. The moment where you finally turn him down and run away, screaming in a fit of terror at the prospect of actually having to be married to him. And yet, that moment doesn’t come. No, you don’t run away and you certainly don’t scream. Instead, your amused smile only seems to widen as you place a gentle kiss to his cheek, leaning in just a bit more as you whisper against his ear…

“Shut up and just propose already.”

#porco galliard #porco galliard imagines #porco galliard imagine #porco galliard oneshot #porco galliard fic #porco galliard fluff #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot imagines #attack on titan imagines #aot fluff #attack on titan fluff #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x y/n #porco galliard x you #my writing #banannie's 800 event <3

[cevansbrat0007]

I remember you posting about all the kids hobbies and what they like to do for fun… but I can’t find it now. 🫣 I was curious though if any of them did any competitive sports because I think Andy would be an intense dance dad or whatever sport. You know what I mean? I want him to know all the moves and marking them on the side, where the bedazzled team jerseys, be the runner to get them everything they need and overall be a biggest and loudest cheerleader for his family. 🥹

But then again you know him better than me. 🤷‍♀️

Hi there! You can read more about the GP kids' hobbies in this post HERE.

As for whether or not any of the kids play competitive sports, the answer is yes. BiBi is heavily involved in soccer - she is very competitive. In the beginning, Andy knew nothing about the sport. But like any good dad, he quickly became an expert.

This man read books, he learned the plays, he even acted as assistant coach until she hit a certain age. Andrew Barber is the type of soccer Dad who stays ready with a clipboard and dry erase markers. He does the team chants with the ladies, wears the face paint, brings the snacks, let's the girls dump gatorade on them after a win...

And yes, he will argue with the ref. It doesn't matter if he's coaching or watching from the sidelines as a spectator. When his girls are on the field, I'm talking about the entire team, the officials had better treat them right. Or else.

He may have been banished to the parking lot once. But that was more Reader's doing, not the refs.

Andy also golfs with Katrina, although that's more of a father daughter deal. And while they have an amazing time it doesn't go farther than that because at some point she gets involved with the school newspaper/yearbook committee.

A.J. plays basketball and is very involved with his team as well. And you had best believe that is father is at every game cheering him on. Junior is a big kid - taller than Andy. That young man is also very sweet, in addition to being talented. And since he's really good, sometimes he gets flack from coaches, and even parents, on other teams. Junior goes to a predominately white school and the teams they play often reflect the same makeup.

That young man has been subjected to a couple of rough comments. We're talking seriously out-of-pocket remarks. Those times Reader did not send Andy out to the parking lot. She stood behind him and let him handle that shit with the Male Coaches/Fathers while she sized up the Mamas.

I'll tell you about it if you want. But the moral of the story is DO NOT FUCK WITH THE BARBERS.

As for Aurora, who also goes by Rory or RoRo, she was briefly into ballet as a little girl. But she suffered from serious stage fright. Not only that, but she tended to get upset whenever her Daddy tried to drop her off at practice. So guess who ended up staying behind and learning all the moves? Andrew Barber.

Remind me to tell you about the time he ended up participating in a recital because Rory refused to dance on stage without him. I can tell you right now, that it was hilarious. But rest assured that Reader got it on video and was incredibly proud of them both.

Hope that answers your question(s)! Please let me know if there are more!

#cevansbrat007 asks #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans x you #andy barber x you #chris evans x reader #andy barber x reader #chris evans x black!reader #andy barber x black!reader #chris evans x wife!reader #andy barber x wife!reader #chris evans fanfiction #andy barber fanfiction #the barber family #defending jacob au #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #the barber kids #rory barber #bianca barber #katrina barber #aj barber #andy barber x baby girl #growing pains reader #barber family sports #barber family memories #meet the barbers #chris evans x poc!reader #andy barber x poc!reader

[titaniasfairy]

dilf!price who’s kid you babysit for. you can’t help but get jealous when he finally goes on a date!

this isn’t finished and if y’all want it i’ll finish it (with smut teehee)

cw: femreader!

price was a sad man with a sad life. he’d never admit it, but it was the truth. a 40-something retired military man fresh out of a nasty divorce. he’d gotten his son, jj (john junior), and the house she left him in, along with the bad memories of screaming fights in nearly every room in the house but he didn’t really have anything else.

sure every friday night his old army buddies that were still active would invite him out for drinks at a dingy pub, but that wasn’t really a social life was it? when they were deployed he was out of luck talking to anyone.

except for you. his young and bright babysitter who still had hope. you’re a cute little student who attends the local university that finds some extra money watching his little tot.

you were funny, sweet, kind; all the qualities anyone would admire in a girl. it seems like babysitting jj was more of a fun opportunity than a job for you, and price adored you for it.

you didn’t complain about payment, or cancelling last minute, you didn’t even mind staying the night for certain days. price thinks you’re more of a mother to his son than his ex-wife ever could be.

he couldn’t help but stare at your ass or look down your shirt at times, you were just so attractive! it’s just instinct to find his child’s mother-figure adorable when you play with him or cuddle him to sleep. price even gets jealous of his own kid sometimes.

it had been about a year, and his buddies were nagging him about not have a lass on his hip by now. eventually a certain scottish someone set him up with a lady about john’s age, with some boring full time job. she was remotely attractive and price didn’t want to turn down the offer, so they set up a date.

7:30 saturday night, he’d told you. of course you dropped everything to be at his doorstep like the wonderful babysitter you are. you sat on his leather couch with jj in your lap, playing some kind of game on your phone.

price comes in trying to tie a tie, obviously struggling. god he looked so attractive in dress clothes, didn’t he? you weren’t used to the burly man wearing such sophisticated clothes. embarrassingly, it sent butterflies to your core. after about 5 seconds of price fumbling over his own fingers, you offered help.

“need some assistance there?” you smiled while playing with jj. john didn’t notice how ridiculous he looked until you said something. he cleared his throat before speaking.

“yeah, hadn’t done this in awhile.” you placed jj off your lap and gave him your phone to play with. “let me help you” you stood in front of him, tying his tie with a focused look on your face. he always thought you looked cute while you were working on something.

john tried, he really tried to not look right down your cleavage but it was right there. how could he resist it? you finished up and went to the refrigerator to grab a drink.

“so hot date tonight, eh?” you chuckled while you cracked open a soda. price let out a laugh, you’re so funny to him.

“is that what it is?” he grabs his sports coat and his keys while he talks. “i don’t look ridiculous right? i haven’t been on a date in awhile.” you think his nervousness is cute despite how handsome he looks.

“i think you look quite handsome mr. price.” the way you always address him so formally makes his cock twitch in his dress pants.

“for the millionth time sweetheart, you can just call me john. but thank you, i gotta look nice re-entering the dating scene.” he checks his beard in a nearby mirror.

“they don’t know what they’ve been missing.” you smile at your cheesy comment while sipping on your drink.

“well i’ll be back eventually, it depends on how it goes. i promise not to bring some random lady in the house later tonight.” he makes sure he has everything, his keys, his wallet.

“well good luck, im rooting for you- kind of.” if you’re being honest, you don’t want any woman near this man. in your mind he belongs to you.

“kind of? what’s that mean?” he leans into the conversation- what could you possibly mean?

you move over to jj and pick him up “kind of as in, i don’t someone taking my job. i’m attached to the little guy what can i say?”

john chuckles and bends down to talk to his son. “daddy will be back soon bud- i promise. gimme some” price holds out his fist for a fistbump with jj. after he gets it, he ruffles his hair and gives him a kiss on the head. meanwhile, you can’t stop thinking about price calling himself ‘daddy’

“don’t set the house on fire okay?” he gives you that toothy grin you’re so used to.

“i promise, john.”

#john price smut #john price x reader #captain price smut #captain price x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare

[bambooshootssoup]

It's not my first time writing an imagines or Headcanon but-

Shoot.... I'm Nervous and hope there's no mistakes in my English, since it's not my first language....

But....

- What if you're the Pro Hero instead and Hawks is your Sidekick?

( Fem! Reader X Sidekick! Hawks)

TW! : kinda major Spoiler, Mild Language, Fluff

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Summary :

The Commission took you in not so long after Lady Nagant 'disappeared' for some reason, they taught you to be the best hero with your quirk, and it didn't take a long time until the public recognized you as one of their talented and charismatic Hero

And even so, the Commission always prepares for the worse, they took in a potential person that might become your successor one day, and they eventually become your Sidekick as forms of their Training

- You're Probably older than him since they took you in before him (in my Headcannon), because it took years for training, you're at least 18/19

- He Respect you so much, and always look you up

- Call you with a Formal nicknames (like Miss, Ma'am, or Y/N -san, or Y/N- senpai)

- Always following you around like a little chicken

- a Praise and Headpat is his favorite! If he's doing a great job when assisting you please tell him he's doing great and his performance will goes 📈📈📈

- Always make a joke and tell you about everything even it's useless things when you're patrolling together

- Brags you in front of his fellow Hero friends or even Endeavour ( "Can you see it Endeavour?? I have the best senior ever!! Bet you can't find one just like her")

- Number one Fanboy and probably gonna cry if you're chosen to become one of the top ten

- Supportive junior, always ready to patch you up when you got injured and always watch your back

- When the Commission appointed you to become double agent, he's kinda disagree and insists that he should be the one who become the double agent instead

- But he knows that his strength are nothing compared to yours, and sadly, he eventually gives in and always tell you to be very careful and worried sick almost every day since you left the agency for a while

- He found out that you're fatally injured by Dabi when the Raid happens, and he try his hardest to save you ( he's not powerful as the original timeline)

- "You told me that there's nothing to worry about, but then I found you dying in front of me, what a bullshit, Ma'am, really..."

- He felt very guilty because he thinks he's not fast enough to save you

- Since the Raid, he always stand by your side, refuse to leave you alone, scared that you might faces the worse when he's not there

- He'll actually happy if you choose to retire, it's the best thing that he could ask for, and might convinced you for it

- but still respect your decision if you won't, he still there, do his best to keep you safe, and support you as always

- "why? Because the best Hero got the best Sidekick"

In conclusion : Please don't die

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha headcanons

[multiversal-pig-outing]

@op-dbz-ladies

“Supreme Kai of Time.” The West Kaioshin bowed as they stated the title of their superior. Having come to them for a tiny bit of help with a situation.

"What do you need. I gladly offer any assistance that my junior need" *She said with a bright smile on her fat face. Has she gave the west Kaioshin a hug. It's always nice to have some visitors. Plus even before getting the job Chronoa always love helping the younger kais when they need it.*

#fat #muse:chronoa #op-dbz-ladies

[dreamlune]

,, ♡ ︰30th century post-manga timeline﹒🌙 ୨୧ ˖˚⊹

Year 2905. Chibiusa returns to the 30th century as Eternal Sailor Chibi Moon, and looks 13 years old ( 7th grade ). She begins attending Junior High School in Crystal Tokyo under the name Tsukino, Usagi with the quartet and Hotaru. Back in the 20th century, after Chibiusa returned home, Hotaru went into a deep slumber to awaken in the 30th century and fight alongside Chibiusa as one of her guardians.

Year 2906. At 14 years old ( 8th grade ), a new villain appears in Crystal Tokyo and Chibiusa loses her Eternal Chibi Moon powers and starts her life as Sailor Moon. There's a new student in her class ( 2-2 ) who goes by two different names. His human Japanese name and his Priest name, Helios. They rekindle their friendship during this arc and, alongside the quartet and Hotaru, they manage to defeat the villain.

Year 2907. At age 15 ( 9th grade ), there's a new transfer student in her class, Peruru, who seems to have transferred here because of a disturbance back in his planet and he came to Crystal Tokyo to request assistance from Sailor Moon. In this arc, a love triangle begins amongst Chibiusa ( who started going by Lady in private ), Helios and Peruru. It's also in this arc that she becomes Super Sailor Moon and they all help defeat the villain who was poisoning Peruru's planet. Peruru stays in Crystal Tokyo after.

Year 2908. At age 16, everyone enters their first year at Crystal High School. This arc is more slice of life and focuses heavily on the love triangle as well as the lives of Hotaru and the Quartet, with a love interest appearing for Hotaru. Chibiusa confesses to Helios at the end of their first year under the Sakura trees, and the two of them start dating.

Year 2909. At age 17 ( 11th grade ), Lady takes her studies seriously, both as a student and Princess / future Heir to the throne. Hotaru and her love interest’s plot has some development while Lady and Helios have been dating for half a year. Peruru and Ceres get closer during this arc. Chaos comes back during this arc and Helios ends up dying. She reaches Eternal Sailor Moon form this year and manages to defeat Chaos ( momentarily so, as it happened nearly 1000 years prior ). She’s devastated by Helios’s death, however he gets reincarnated at the start of 2910.

Year 2910-2911 ( the last year ). Lady turns 18 this year and has been hoping Helios’ memory comes back. After he was reincarnated he lost his memories and they still hadn’t come back. During this arc, Ceres and Peruru express their love for one another, Hotaru doesn’t think she has time for dating so she rejects the love interest for the time being. This is also more slice of life as there’s no more villain here. Graduating, she comes out to the public officially as the Princess, making her debut into society. Suitors all over the world attend to try and win her affection. Through many ups and downs, Helios falls in love with her again and at the end regains his memory. The end of the arc is a kiss between them and promise to marry one day.

#I WROTE A WHOLE MANGA BYE LMAO #⸝⸝ ꒰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄 🌙ㆍ₊⊹） ♡ ooc ‣ headcanon.

[bolters-and-rivets]

OK, so, something I've been doing recently is working out what legal charges the antagonists of TTTE would face if we suspend our disbelief and imagine locomotives having to stand trial in a court of law.

Diesel (various episodes and specials throughout the show's run)

3 counts of destruction of property: damaging disused trucks. Pushing trucks into the harbour resulting in the loss of a consignment of china clay. Wasting an entire flat truck’s worth of paint.

3 counts of defamation: Spreading negative rumours about Gordon, James, and Henry.

1 count of frameup: Pinning the blame of the rumours on Duck.

1 count of attempted murder: Trying to get Fergus scrapped.

3 counts of assault: Bumping Thomas under a stone hopper. Bumping paint cans onto Thomas. Bumping Toby into a coal hopper.

Sailor John (Legend of the Lost Treasure)

4 counts of assault: stamping his foot on Skiff, elbowing Skiff to silence him, stamping on skiff AGAIN, battering thomas with an oar

4 counts of trespassing: riding Skiff on the construction site of the new branchline (3 counts). Entering the station out of regular hours

1 count of coercion: manipulating Thomas into his scheme to steal the treasure.

4 counts of theft: stealing the map, the stealing the treasure, stealing explosives, stealing a warship.

2 counts of intimidation: accusing thomas of taking the treasure for himself, threatening skiff with physical harm for “mutiny”.

1 count of unlawful possession of explosives.

1 count of breaking & entering: breaking into Sir Topham Hatt’s office.

1 count of destruction of property: using DYNAMITE to break into Sir Topham Hat’s safe.

1 count of vehicle hijacking: running amok with the ship on a flat wagon (lets ignore the physical improbability of this for the moment).

1 count of public endangerment: same reason as vehicle hijacking.

2 counts of attempted murder: trying to dynamite Thomas, leaving Thomas to drown.

And possibly also 1 count of prison break: he's seen in a later special (Big World: Big Adventures) in a cafe in brazil. Assuming this isn't just the studio reusing him as an asset as a background character this implies he escaped from prison and fled to brazil.

Diesel Ten (Thomas And The Magic Railroad & Day Of The Diesels)

7 counts of attempted murder: Lady twice, James, Junior, Mr Conductor, and Thomas (TATMR), Thomas (DOTD).

3 counts of property damage: Carving his likeness on the rock which would be the property of the landowner, tearing down the scaffolding of the sheds, bringing down the diesel shelter (TATMR). 

3 counts of Intimidation: The sheds, Mr Conductor on the Viaduct, and carrying Junior on his roof (TATMR).

1 count of conspiracy to commit genocide (wanting ALL steam locomotives scrapped): "I'm going to destroy her and dominate you, then you'll be nothing but hunks of useless scrap" (TATMR).

1 count of reckless driving: driving at excessive speed with Junior on his roof (TATMR).

1 count of unlawful imprisonment: Trapping Thomas in the shed (DOTD).

1 count of arson: setting fire to the shed (DOTD).

1 count of coercion: manipulating Percy into unwillingly assisting him in goals (DOTD).

1 count of trespassing: entering the dieselworks without the knowledge or permission of Victor (DOTD).

1 count of conspiracy to commit grand larceny: attempting to take control of the dieselworks (DOTD).

1 count of theft: stealing a christmas tree.

Verdict: Diesel is toxic, Sailor John is a pirate, and Diesel Ten is standing trial in the Hague for crimes against trainkind and small children

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #The evil buzzboxes must serve time for their crimes

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 24: Cavity Con

  At Cavity Con, there were booths of teeth or dental like things. People listened, taking pictures with the mascot that was a tooth with a hero cape. 

“Please welcome the winners of The Million Smiles Award, Dr. Tina Teeth and her lifelong dental assistant, Gerald” said the Announcer over the speakers. 

Tina was holding the award which was a gold tooth. Gerald was on the left side of his wife while Teeth was on the right. Mrs. Teeth was wearing a sparkly purple dress with some gold tooth earrings and a necklace. She had some red lipstick on. 

“Oh, you are too kind” said the ginger haired female with a huge smile on her face. The crowd cheers. 

Gerald was wearing a black suit with a light blue bow tie. The doc was wearing a greenish gray suit. He didn’t have his hat on or his rings. 

“Would you look at that? The Million Smiles Award” said Tina with joy in her voice. 

“I gotta tell you. Gerald and I never dreamed that we would be honored like this” she added. 

“Ain’t that right, Gerald?” asked the ginger haired female to her husband. 

“Yep” replied Gerald. 

“Though we may be retiring, the Teeth practice will go on. Thanks to our son returning home to fulfill our greatest dream” said Tina as she looked at Dr. Teeth.

“Step on up and say something, Junior” she said to her son. 

“Come on,” his mother added. 

“All right, Mama” replied her son as he got up. 

“Attention, Cavity Con” said Floyd as his guitar started strumming. The red haired male was on the stage with a giant mouth. 

“Paging Doctor Gerald Teeth Junior. Hey there, brother” Floyd Pepper added. Tina felt rage quickly filling her body as she saw the red haired male. She put her hands on her hips. 

“You know, we’ve been writing this song since the day we met,” said Floyd. 

“I think it’s time to finish it, don’t you?” he added. 

Mrs. Teeth slams her hand on her stand which causes it to shake. She had long sharp claws out, her eyes glowing yellow, and her fangs sharper than any knife in the world. 

“He will do nothing of the sort, busker” said Tina in a hateful tone. 

“Why you always gotta be nothing but trouble?” she added. The red haired male chuckled at her. He wasn’t scared of her now. He was standing up to the very Chesire cat that have scarred his back. 

“Well, you can call it trouble, ma’am. I just call it being what I gotta be” replied Floyd Pepper with a smirk as he kept playing. 

“You, Teeth” said Nora as she showed the ginger haired male his gold tooth. He turns to see Nora with his gold tooth, Moog holding Annie, and Lewis looking at him with some hope of his father returning to his rockstar self. 

“It’s time to rock, Doc.” added Label Lady as she hands the good doctor the gold floss cap. Teteh put the gold cap back on and it shone in the light. 

“Well, all right,” replied Dr. Teeth as he walked down from the stage he and his parents were on. He starts to walk to Floyd. His mother gasped in shock and horror. She couldn’t believe it. 

“Oh, my heavens.” said the ginger haired female. 

“Don’t you do it, Junior! You made me a promise” Tina yelled. Gerald watched as his son didn’t listen to his own mother. He was shocked. 

Meanwhile, Teeth’s siblings that made it to Cavity Con were shocked. No one disobeys mama. Luna chuckles as she walks her triple brother following the music notes. “You finally grow a backbone,” she said under her breath. Liam was watching this with fear of what will happen next. Flora couldn’t wait to see her brother play a song. The siblings were in the crowd as they wanted to surprise their parents when the award was over. 

Floyd started singing and Teeth kept getting closer to the stage. People move out of the way to let the good doctor get to the stage. When the doc got close to the stage, the red haired male tossed the harmonica that was from the music shop from when they first met. 

Dr. Teeth catch it, he spins to face the crowd, and starts singing with his pal. Playing the harmonica that started his life as a rockstar. The curtains open to reveal the other members of the mayhem. 

The crowd cheers with joy and happiness. Tina looked at her husband in disbelief, he also looked back at her. 

A flashback happens, Floyd and Teeth were sitting on some chairs under the night sky that was lit up by the green lights with some yellow. 

“This sure beats drilling for filling” said Dr. Teeth as he crosses his legs. 

“Would you look at that?” asked Floyd pepper. “The aurora borealis,” he added. 

“So bright, probably shining down on Dallas” replied the ginger haired male. 

The red haired male chuckles. “Can you picture that?” he replied. Their eyes get wide then look at each other. 

The next flashback, Floyd and Teeth were playing inside the bus that the doc had stolen from his parents. Dr. Teeth was playing the harmonica. Baby Animal pops up with two cans of beets in his small paws. 

The young pup starts to beat the cans together to make a drum like sound or at least a type of music. Dr. Teeth stop playing to watch the little guy play with the cans of beets. The ginger haired male chuckles. 

“Look at that,” he said with a huge smile on his face. 

“Whoa!” replied Floyd with a smile. 

“He’s keeping the beat with them cans of beets,” said the doc. Animal had a huge smile on his face as he kept playing. 

“I think our duo just became a trio!” replied the red haired male. They both laugh. “Play it, Animal!” said Floyd to the young puppy. 

The last flashback, the band were painting the Molar Express. Red as the base and some cool designs on it. “Hold still. Thank you, bus” said Zoot as he took a picture of the express. 

Animal was on the roof of the bus. He tore down the tooth that sit on top of the Molar Express. The wild man laughs. “Yeah,” said Animal. 

“Now, that’s what I call a roof canal,” said Teeth. Both the red haired male and the doc laugh. 

The flashback ends, Dr. Teeth and Floyd sing together with joy in their voices. The crowd cheers with joy when the song ends. People love the song. Well, except for Tina. She walked through the crowd of people with anger. The ginger haired female still has the award in her hands. Gerald was right behind her. The dark brown haired male was thinking. 

“Junior, look so happy up on stage singing. When he was with us, he seemed…unhappy to be a dentist. We just want him to make people happy but he couldn’t be happy being a dentist. Junior was doing what he promised but…in his own way” thought Gerald Sr as his wife made it to the stage. 

“Excuse me. Excuse me” said the ginger haired female as she pushed a guy away. She turned to her son. 

“Junior, og, my goodness. Just..” Tina Teeth started to say. 

“Mama, Mama, you don’t have to say anything” replied Junior in a bit of a sad tone. 

“I made you both a promise a long time ago, and I intend to keep it” he added. His father started shaking his head. Tina was nodding her head, happy that her son was listening to her again. 

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” replied Gerald. 

“Gerald?” asked Tina in shock. She couldn’t believe it. 

“Daddy?” asked Teeth in shock. 

“You listen to me, Junior” replied the dark haired male in a tone that is a little bit stern. 

“All we ever wanted for you was a bright future,” he added. “Bringing smiles to the world.” said his father. 

“Looking out here today, it’s clear,” said Gerald. 

“You’ve been bringing millions of smiles to people for a long time,” he added. 

“So, if anyone deserves this here award, it’s the one, the only Dr. Teeth” said Teeth’s father with a smile on his face. 

“Ain’t that right, honey?” he asked his wife who was speechless. The ginger haired female look at her son. 

“Yep” replied Tina as she handed her son the gold tooth award. 

“Oh, mama,” replied Teeth. 

“Oh, Junior” replied his mother as she and her husband hugged their son. 

“Thank you, mama,” replied Dr. Teeth with some tears in his eyes. The ginger haired female looks up at Floyd. 

“And thank you, Floyd Pepper,” she said with a smile. 

“Ma'am,” replied Floyd. 

“Junior, you were amazing. You’re just like your mama.” said his mother. 

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In Stitches

Genre: EXO AU, Royal Baekhyun AU

Characters: Prince Baekhyun x Female Reader

Warning(s): Innuendos, kissing, flirting, minors DNI just to be safe

Word Count: 2.2k 

Summary: Prince Baekhyun prides himself in looking good, so much so, he’s called a royal tailor in for a spectacular new suit. But is clothing all he’s interested in–or is there something more? 

A/N: I received a royal Baekhyun request, so here it is! Baek seems kind of like a jerk at the beginning, but please read through to the end ☺️. Please remember to re-blog so that others can find and enjoy! ✨

*Please note: I do not own the image(s) above, the image was found via bobohu4eva's blog and credit should go to the original owner*

~*~

Turning from side-to-side, Baekhyun surveyed the effects of the charcoal gray suit in the mirror. The pants molded to his backside with precision-like accuracy, the buttery soft dress shirt hinted tastefully, yet sinfully at the rippling muscles beneath. 

It was perfect–yet Baekhyun wasn’t satisfied. He scratched his chin, wondering what could possibly be missing. He had it all–smoking body, dashingly handsome face, so what was it? 

Waving his attendant away, he strode towards his massive wardrobe, flicking through rows upon rows of perfectly-pressed suits with disinterest. Unsatisfied, he called for his butler, Niles, and motioned the older man forward. 

“Bring me a royal tailor,” he commanded, “I’m in need of a new suit.” 

“As you wish, Your Highness,” Niles said, glancing wistfully at the plethora of unworn suits, but knowing it was not his place to comment. Bowing deeply, he backed away and out the door to carry out the order. 

Turning back towards the mirror, Baekhyun grinned. Yes, he thought. A new suit is exactly what I need.

~*~

The Office of Royal Design was in chaos–as it always was when calls from Prince Baekhyun came in. You could hear the whispers of excitement from the junior assistants:

“Another request from Prince Baekhyun–that’s the fifth this month!”, exclaimed one. 

“What I wouldn’t give to be the one to pin his blazer, his chest is just so hot!”, giggled another. 

You smiled wryly at their enthusiasm, in secret agreement with their sentiments, though you wouldn’t and couldn’t admit it aloud. Your newly-appointed position necessitated your silence–it simply wouldn’t do for the newest royal tailor to be found gadding on in such a fashion. Besides, the half-made dress for the prince’s sister, with its delicate, beaded embroidery, was far more deserving of your attention at this moment. 

“Ladies!”

A wave of silence crashed through the room, the assistants scurrying quickly back to their assigned positions, as the Madame made her way into the room. Each and every girl kept her eyes low, the click, click, click of the Madame’s sharp heels echoing against the marble floor. When those heels came to a stop in front of you, you immediately moved to stand at attention, as was the respectable thing to do. 

“Y/N,” said the Madame, addressing you head-on. 

“Yes, Madame?”, you answered, folding your hands primly in front of you. 

Clearing her throat, she moved eyes up and down your form, as though assessing your worthiness for…something

“The prince has requested a new suit–immediately–as I’m sure you’ve heard.

She sniffed, turning her head to stare knowingly at the group of assistants you’d overheard earlier, all-knowing of the things that took place in her work room.

“The prince has expressed his satisfaction with the work you have done for him in the past; therefore, I will once again be sending you to attend to him. Gather your things and make your way to his chambers at once.” 

You nodded, making quick work of assembling the necessary supplies and materials. This was not the first time you’d been called to assist with His Highness's wardrobe and you had come to know quite a bit about the prince’s likes and dislikes. Eyeing up and selecting some navy blue silk, you ran your hand over the gossamer fabric, wondering if it just might do the trick. 

~*~

Baekhyun lounged on the satin chaise within his sprawling boudoir, rapping his knuckles against the side table. “Where is she?”, he growled impatiently, pinning the butler with a stare that would’ve intimidated a lesser man. 

Staunch as ever, Niles remained unfazed. “She is making her way here as we speak, my prince.”

Niles glanced pointedly to where the prince was perched, bare-chested and sporting tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. Hardly the sort of thing a young man wore in the presence of a young lady, despite their difference in stature, though he had his suspicions that his master was very well aware of that fact. 

Minutes later, a soft knock came at the door, opening to admit the lady in question. 

Baekhyun’s head whipped around at your entrance and he almost moved to stand before reminding himself of who he was–aloof, smooth, composed. 

You advanced towards him, halting a respectable distance away before sinking into a deep curtsy. From his vantage point, Baekhyun admired the graceful curve of your neck, wondering how soft the skin there must be and jealous of the collar that rested there so brazenly. 

He motioned you forward, taking pleasure in the way your gaze flitted over his form, puffing out his chest, like a bird during mating season. He looked good and he knew it, why not use it to his advantage? 

“I am in need of a new suit, Y/N, because as you can see, I have nothing to wear–,” he said slyly, motioning to his lack of dress, “–and I’m hoping you can help me.”

“Of course, your Highness, I am at your service,” you replied evenly, and to his disappointment, not taking the bait. “If you’ll step up to the mirror, I’ll get started with your measurements.” 

Ten minutes later, Baekhyun was pouting (at least internally). During the fitting, he’d done everything he could think of to get your attention. When you’d gotten close to him, circling the measuring tape around his chest, he’d slyly run his fingers down your back. As you’d bent to measure his waist, he’d done nothing to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. Measuring his outseam, he’d brushed your hand with his. He knew he was being bad, but it’d been so long since he’d last seen you and his desperation was leading him to do risky things. 

He’d laid out all these little traps, intent on seducing you, yet had little to show for it. Sure, his breath had caught, his heart beat faster, and his libido was raging like a fire. But did it appear to bother you? Not in the slightest! You’d taken his measurements with professionalism and precision, your gaze only intent on your work, infuriating him to no end. 

Now, you were sitting on the chaise lounge, merely inches apart, flipping through fabric swatches and giving opinions he barely heard. Making eye contact with his butler, he discretely gave the signal for him and the others to withdraw, leaving the two of you alone. Once the room had emptied, he was unable to hold himself back any longer–wanting and needing to touch you with a desperation that surprised even him. Sparing a glance for the navy blue silk you were displaying, he moved to grip your hand tightly, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

“Baby,” he cooed, “the fabric doesn’t matter…the suit doesn’t matter…pick whichever pleases you.” He ran his finger over the flesh between your thumb and index finger before continuing: “I have what I want now…” he boldly stated. 

As the words died on your lips, he let the fire in his eyes do the talking, giving your hand a measured pull. 

~*~

Before you could process what was happening, you found yourself cradled in the lap of the third most powerful person in the country. You shivered as his hand lifted to cup your cheek, heart beating faster as his face closed in on yours, his eyes intent on your lips. 

Fighting to keep your head, you knew you had to set him straight before you got lost in the moment.  He was the prince of this nation and he knew better than to act like that in front of others. Wasting no time, you pinched his cheeks between your fingers.

“Byun Baekhyun!”, you hissed, dropping the usual formalities, “what were you thinking back there?!” 

“Ow, babe, that hurts!”, he whined, moaning theatrically before you released his cheeks with a sigh.

Baekhyun rubbed his cheeks in mock horror. “Easy on the merchandise, there sweets, you know you can’t afford the insurance claim,” he teased, his grin full of mirth. 

“Baekhyun,” you tried again, “what were you doing back there?” You crossed your arms, trying and failing to look stern. “Would it have killed you to be a little more discreet?” 

“I know–I was–I just–I wanted to see you,” he admitted quietly. “It’s been a whole week and I figured if I ordered a suit, the Madame might assign you the task–and well–once you were here, I couldn’t keep my hands off you.” 

He hid his face in your neck, like a child trying to get out of punishment for sweets from the candy jar. 

Your heart gave a heavy thump, and you knew you didn’t have it in you to be angry. Truth be told, you’d wanted to see him too. Having a relationship, any relationship, in the palace was hard–now near impossible considering you were sneaking around with the royal prince behind the entire kingdom’s back. 

“If we could just tell everyone, it would be so much easier–and I could see you whenever I want without all this pretense,” Baekhyun said, his words quiet–and vulnerable–muffled against your skin. 

“I know, Baek, but it’s too soon. I just got my new promotion and I don’t want anyone to think I got it for any other reason besides my own talents.”

You ran your fingers through his hair in a comforting gesture. You also wished things weren’t so complicated, that people knew they wouldn’t be so cruel in assuming you’d slept your way to the top. You and Baekhyun knew it wasn’t like that, but you were unsure that the rest of the world would understand that. 

At that, Baekhyun lifted his head, demanding to know who was saying things like that and muttering about “just throwing them all in the dungeon”, that he was “the prince of this nation and could do whatever he wanted”, and “why didn’t this castle have a moat?!”

Rubbing his back in calming circles, you assured Baekhyun this was just your worries talking. Then, mostly mollified Baekhyun had gone back to his usual puppy-pouty self. For a little while, you existed together–happy to spend time free of expectations and status differences. 

Knowing you’d have to break the spell sooner or later, you started: “Baekhyun, I know you wanted  to see me, but you can’t keep ordering new suits every week. It’s wasteful spending, plus people will start to question the quality of my work if you keep saying you aren’t satisfied with what you have.” 

“But I am happy with what I have,” he hummed, his eyes cracking open to meet your gaze pointedly. “I’m very happy with what I have now.” 

All humor gone from his voice, he moved to sit up straight, rearranging your limbs so you sat face-to-face. Leaning forward, he captured your lips with his own, stoking your need and grinning against your open mouth when you frantically gripped the back of his head. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you closer, securing you against his body so there was absolutely no chance of escape–not that you wanted to. Being in his arms was heaven and you could feel yourself floating higher and higher, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his deft fingers working at the buttons at the nape of your neck.

A knock sounded, and the voice of Baekhyun’s trusty butler filtered through the door. 

“Your Highness, may I come in?” 

You sprang off Baekhyun’s lap like a rabbit, running your hands over your clothes to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. Like you definitely hadn’t been doing anything you weren’t supposed to. You grabbed your swatch book from where it had fallen to further corroborate your ruse. 

Baekhyun looked on, bemused at your embarrassment, though thoughtful enough to wait until you were at least mildly situated before giving Niles permission to enter. 

Niles eased into the room, looking pointedly between the two of you, clearly trying to decide whether something shady had gone down here in his absence. 

“Yes, your Highness,” you started, a bit too loudly and over exaggerated, “I think navy silk is the perfect choice for your new suit. I will get started on it immediately.” 

Clutching your book under one arm and carrying your sewing case in the other, you curtsied briefly before darting out of the room, careful to avoid making eye contact with the silver-haired man gazing at you with interest, lest you give yourself–or Baekhyun–away. 

~*~

Niles surveyed the room, clearly aware of what had just happened here. The prince thought he was clever, but Niles had been a butler for longer than he’d been alive, and as such, he knew when trickery was afoot. However, like with everything else having to do with His Highness, it was also a butler’s duty to be discreet, particularly with regards to matters of the heart. 

“Were you satisfied with the service, my prince?”, the faithful butler asked smoothly, voice free from innuendo owing to years of training.

Baekhyun looked up from where he reclined on the chaise. “Yes, Niles, I am. I do believe this one will be the best yet.” 

Baekhyun scratched his chin, turning to stare wistfully at the door you’d just exited from.  

“Very good, my–”, Niles began. 

“ –at least until next week,” he finished. 

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