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justelib · 5 months

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Friday night frights - CLAWD WOLF PT 1

Plot; When Clawd, Gill and Deuce are injured in the Skulltimate Roller maze championships, and Heath, Manny and every other guy at monster high refuse to play, the Ghouls decide that they aren’t needed and formed an all girls group, hoping to cheer up Clawd and get their school spirit back. Marcel Dracula, Joins the Ghouls seeing as he was the only guy that didn’t refuse and he wanted to support Draculaura, His adoptive sister. Marcel was already one of monster highs Star SKRM players so to cheer up his wolfy boyfriend, he’d do anything…even if he’s secretly injured.

Character; Clawd wolf X Male!oc

Request open! I take x readers of any gender, and I don’t usually write canon x canon, but I will! And I also don’t do oc request unless I’m feeling it!

Marcel Dracula marched down the halls of monster High, opening his locker and taking out the necessary books for his monster history class. He sighed dramatically when he realised a certain someone had put his messenger bag at the top of his locker, the Seventeen hundred year old being shorter then most of his vampire classmates, getting it from his human mothers side.

Marcel used his vampire powers, floating up five inches and grabbing his bag, landing gracefully and closing his locker, coming face to face with his sister.

“Walk with me to class?” Draculaura asked, tilting her head and holding her arm out for her adoptive brother.

“Don’t I always?” Marcel Chuckled, linking their arms and the two made their way to monster history. Draculaura was telling him how Clawdeen, her girlfriend, had gotten her a new make-up kit that fitted her perfectly. Marcel listened intently, keeping his eyes on his sister as she spoke, letting her manoeuvre them through the crowds of students.

“It’s seriously amazing, Clawdeen is so thoughtful.” Draculaura sighed dreamingly as she and Marcel got closer to Monster history. “There’s also an amazing eyeliner that you can have, I still have my last one.” Draculaura smiled at her older brother.

“Thank you.” Marcel grinned as he held open the door to their class, leaning against it to keep it open as a few more students entered behind him and his sister. He smiled at the students, heart shaped fangs flashing. Once the last of the students filed in, Marcel helped Draculaura down the stairs with one hand, both of their books in the other. When Draculaura got to her seat, he handed her books back before making his way to his own seat which was just in front of hers.

The raven haired boy set up his desk, setting his books in a neat pile, three pencils next to it along with a sharpener and two rubbers, he’s also had extras in his bag just in case. Marcel decided to scroll on his I-Coffin as he waited for class to start, his head leaning back against his sisters desk as she sketched out designs.

•

Marcel yawned as he stretched dramatically, finally making it out of the boring class, resting his arm on Draculaura’s shoulder as they made their way to the Creepeteria.

“I’ll see you in science.” Marcel smiled, waving at his sister as he made his way to the steak, knowing for a fact she’d refuse to even sit two chairs away from him. The vampire quickly got his lunch and made his way to His usual table, which had Clawd, Heath, Deuce and Gill. Marcel rested his hand on Clawds head, ruffling his hair as he sat next to the werewolf.

“Hello, boys.” He grinned, sticking a straw in his pouch of Apple Blood and taking a sip.

“Yo, Marcel!” Deuce grinned, fist bumping the Vampire.

“Hey, fang-dude.” Heath Laughed, reaching over to steal the red eyed boys cookie, only for his hand to be slapped away.

“Marcel.” Gill smiled, high-fiving the seventeen hundred year old.

“Marc.” Clawd smiled, kissing the boys cheek.

“What are we talking about?” The vampire asked, tilting his head.

“Just discussing the season of SKRM, we’re running practice after lessons.” Clawd smiled before taking a bite of his own steak.

“Ah, I’ll make sure to get my skates fixed before the games start then.” Marcel smiled.

“Fixed?” Clawd asked, tilting his head as he chewed.

“Yeah, the wheels are loose and…” Marcel paused, nervously chuckling. “They’re kinda falling apart.” The boys stopped what they were doing and stared at him. “I’ll get new ones before the games start, I swear, I’m just gonna have to practice with my old ones for now.” He rubbed the back of his head with a nervous grin.

“There’s no way I’m letting you practice on some busted Skates.” Clawd refused with a shake of his head. “You can borrow my spares.”

“Clawd, baby, I love you and i love that you care for my safety but we both know a pair of your skates won’t fit me.” Marcel chuckled, rubbing the werewolf’s ear, the wolf distractedly tapped his foot, leaning his head further towards Marcel before shaking his head, blinking and glaring playfully at the vampire.

“Aren’t you the same size as Draculaura? I’m sure she’ll have a pair of skates.” Clawd suggested.

“She has two pairs actually…yeah, alright, I’ll see if I can burrow one of her pairs…also, I don’t know if I should be insulted or not that you just compared my size to my younger sister who is like…4’11.“ Marcel raised a brow, staring as Clawd began to splutter. “I’m kidding.” He laughed, ruffling the world hair.

“You just have an adorably small shoe size.” Clawd grinned, wincing as he got a gentle slap in the head.

•

A month of practice and they’re now in the Championships, they were playing against the Gargoyles. Marcel dodged the flames, speeding up as he passed a gargoyle with quite long hair. Coming upon the bridge, jumping over a kraken tentacle, sliding under another. In came things that Marcel described as ‘rolling pins with spikes.’ Which he flew straight over. Marcel was just behind clawd and a gargoyle team member. Marcel watched in concern as the gargoyle growled, and shouted something to his teammates that he couldn’t understand. Grabbing what Marcel assumed was one of the cameras.

Marcel stumbled as deuce’s lasers turned the bat camera into stone, which the gargoyle threw at Gil, who dodged, only for it to come back like a boomerang, slashing at Gil’s skates. Gil fell back, taking deuce with him.

Heath and manny dropped in. Marcel was still behind clawd and the Gargoyle with blue hair, he watched as they shoved each other, resulting in the gargoyle on the ground. Marcel let out a cackle, only for it to turn into a scream as the gargoyle grabbed his ankle pulling the poor vampire boy down to the ground. His eyes glowed red as his head hit the cement, his ankle felt odd and he felt as if he was going to pass out, he didn’t even notice to two gargoyles come and help the blue haired one up. It was only until manny and Heath did the same that he realised his ankle was sprained, but he knew he couldn’t let monster high down, so he did what he usually does, he ignored the pain and kept skating.

Soon enough they were headed down the final tunnel, the captain of the gargoyles suddenly turned around and flashed a red cape at manny, causing him to go berserk, and charge at it, only to run straight into Heath. The two fell to the ground, only for a player from the gargoyles to trip over them also.

Clawd and the gargoyle captain were in the lead, Marcel could hear the cheering of his sister, and he knew they were going to win…that was until clawds wheels somehow came off of his skates, the wolf flew through the air, and Marcels own skates rolled over clawds wheel, falling flat on his face as he heard the gargoyles cheer over their winning.

Marcel walked beside clawd, who was being pulled away on a stretcher, glaring at the gargoyles who held the monster high crest with smug smiles.

•

The school was literally falling apart and everyone was miserable, Marcel could barely smile. Until he saw clawd, only for it to drop immediately, he glanced at the cone clawd had around his neck, along with the crutches and cast on his leg.

“Oh, clawd.” Marcel sighed. “The doctor said I’ll be in a cast for six weeks.” Clawd stated sadly.

“Well, that means Marcel Can stop worrying about you being sent to that farm they sent your grandmother to.” Draculaura revealed, causing her brother to send her an embarrassed look.

“I just can’t believe we lost.” Clawd sulked, “I let everybody down.”

“No, it was my fault, If I had watched were I was going, I could’ve won the game.” Marcel stated, patting clawds head.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, it was just one game, right?” Frankie tried to console them. “I mean, seriously, what’s wrong with everybody? It’s like a morgue in here, and not in a good way.”

“They took our crest, Frankie!” Clawd snapped unintentionally. “Our school spirit!”

“Soo, we’ll get it back when we play them again.” Frankie stated. “No biggie!”

“How?” Clawd growled. “We only have two healthy players!” He referred to Marcel and Heath, as manny had broke his arm. “Forget it!” Clawd lashed out, “there will be no more Skultimate roller maze this year! I am officially cancelling the season!” The whole hall gasped, including Marcel.

“Clawd, at least think about it! We can still do this-“

“No! It’s official. There will be no more SKRM this year.”

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I’m actually so inlove with this! Please send in some monster high request also! I’ve been rewatching the movies and I’m absolutely obsessed again and really want to write more Clawd and Deuce!

#monster high #clawd wolf #Clawd wolf x Male!oc #frankie stein #draculaura #lagoona blue #clawdeen wolf #deuce gorgon #monster high Gil #cleo de nile #Abby abominable #mh ghoulia #heath burns #male!oc #oc insert #friday night frights

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leveloneandup · 2 years

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Glennon Doyle, Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Abby Wambach | Reset the Table - Los Angeles

#glennon doyle #tobin heath #christen press #abby wambach #re inc x acfc #reset the table

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wosostories · 1 month

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Heath Sisters PT 4 (USWNT x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist

USWNT X Teen!Reader

Reader and Tobin spend some more time with the team.

Part 4

As soon as the hotel room door closes Y/N wraps her arms around her sister and buries her head into her chest.

“It’s ok Kid. It’s going to be ok.”

“They were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Can we finish our nap now? Please.” Y/N's voice strained as she tried to keep herself from crying.

“Ya kid we can. I’m sorry today has been so overwhelming for you.” Y/N just shook her head and curled up next to Tobin on the bed.

It wasn’t too long after that Y/N was asleep again. Tobin, however, couldn’t fall back asleep. The only thing running through her mind was how she was going to get through the next two weeks without someone finding out about their pasts.

It was another hour later that Y/N started to stir. Calling out to her sister in the midst of a nightmare. “Toby… Toby. Make them stop. Please, make them stop. Toby…”

“It’s ok it’s ok. No one here is going to hurt you. You aren’t there anymore, I’ve got you.” Tobin pulled her sister into her lap and rested her head against her chest stroking her hair in hopes to calm her down. Tobin started rocking her when tears started streaking down her face.

It took another few minutes for Y/N to open her eyes and willingly curl in further to her sister.

“You want to talk about it?”

“No, how long till dinner?”

“About half an hour, we should start getting ready soon.”

Y/N nods against her sister, “A few more minutes?”

Tobin sits up and gathers her sister in her arms, “Whatever you want Y/N. Whatever you want.”

The sisters spend another 10 minutes snuggled into each other. Tobin sighs, “Come on kid, let's get ready for dinner. We don’t want to be late. Remember what they said earlier, you get all the good stuff if you get there first.”

The sisters make their way out of bed and spend the next few minutes cleaning themselves up.

“Do you think they’re going to yell again?” Y/N asks.

“I don’t think so. They should have settled down at this point.” Y/N nods. They head down to the meal room. There are already a few members of the staff there when they arrive, but none of the team members.

“I knew I made the right decision bringing you into the squad.” Jill commented following the sisters into the meal room. They gave her a confused look. Jill chuckled, “You are going to be the only one of the girls here on time, which confuses me to no end seeing as they all love food.”

Jill continues to walk into the room and joins more of the training staff at their table. Tobin and Y/N make their way to one of the open tables and wait for the rest of the team and dinner to be served. The next one of the girls came in 5 minutes after dinner was supposed to start. It took another 10 minutes for the entire team to show up. As soon as the last two showed up, Kelley and Sonny, dinner was brought out.

They ended up sitting with a couple of the more veteran players Krieger, Kilng, Becky, Abby, A rod, and Cheney.

“Ah come on, I wanted to sit with the newbie.” Kelley complained as she finally made her way into the room.

“Well then you should have been on time. Now sit down so we can eat.” Her captain told her. She grumbled her way to her own seat.

“Have you gotten settled?” Kling asks them.

“Oh, uh ya. The rooms really nice. Had a great nap.” Tobin replies.

“How about you Y/N? How are you settling in? You figured out your luggage situation yet?”

“What luggage situation?” Becky asked.

“Oh, the airport lost Y/N’s bag and sent it to florida. It wouldn’t arrive here in time before we went back so we just had them send it back home.”

“So Y/N doesn’t have any clothes?”

“She’s got her soccer gear and she can just wear some of my stuff. It’s only a couple of weeks. So I guess you can say that we’ve got it all sorted.”

“Two weeks is a long time to not have any clothes. We’ll have some time tomorrow after morning practice to go to the store. We can take the rental car coach won’t mind.”

“No, that's ok.” Y/N just sits picking at her dinner as the older girls around her talk. The other girls at the table could tell that that conversation was over, and wanted to change topics quickly.

“So Y/N your sister said you're a forward right?” Y/N nods. “What soccer player do you look up to the most?” A Rod questions.

“Toby. Who else?”

“Ok I should have seen that one coming. Then who is your second favorite?”

“Toby.”

“But you said she was your first favorite?” Cheney buts in.

“No Tobin is the player I look up to the most, and my second favorite player.” Tobin chuckled at the serious tone her sister took on.

“Ok so who’s your favorite player?” A Rod tries again.

“I… don’t think I can say.”

“Why not?” Y/N doesn’t respond. “Are they someone on the team?” She blushes and looks down, but still doesn’t say anything.

“Holy shit it is. Now you have to tell us.” Abby demands. Y/N blushes even harder and shakes her head. “We won’t tell them. Unless it’s someone at this table.”

PART 5

#uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso #fanfic #tobin heath #uswnt imagine #woso fanfics #reader insert #tobin heath x sister reader #teen reader #woso imagine #team as family #family #sister reader

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alldancersaretalented · 3 months

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Studio Switch List 2024/25

(also includes late season switches)

Link to "How many studio switches so far?"

-> Elite Studio of Dance

Jordyn Hay

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

B. Bernard C. Butler M. Caryl L. Caver E. Defoe K. Heath I. Lewis C. Nielson A. Peterson S. Peterson A. White

-> Kinetic Dance

Mary Anne Serpas

-> Mather Dance Company

Sally Schulz

-> N10 Dance Studios

Juliette Birchard Jonah Guzman

-> Renner Dance Company

Connell Gocke

-> The Merge (new studio!)

Leila Pitcovich

-> The Moxie Movement (new studio!)

Beeta Barkhordar Harper Fish Bailee Hill Sky White

-> The Union (new studio!)

Veda and little sister Mia Weisz-Marin

-> Tribe Seven

Cate Block

3'N Motion Studio

-> BLA Dance Academy

Molly Weber Margaux Struble Chloe Todman

4th Street Dance Centre

-> Northern Force Dance Company

Hazel Brown Olena Brown

Adage Dance Center

-> K2 Studios

Dylan Kubo Aspen Walton

Adrenaline Dance Company

-> Prodigy Dance Studio

Bellarose Ramos

AE Dance Productions

-> The Company Space

Hazel Kinnick

All American Dance Factor

-> Evolve Dance Complex

Madison Virostek

Allegro Performing Arts Academy

-> Pave School of the Arts

Lily McFarland

AM Dance

-> Studio X

Brooklyn Abrams Alana Cato Asyah Lewis Baileigh McJimson Leiyah Nova

-> The K Project Dance Company

Aubrey Davis Jaden Gonzalez Rosalyn Gutierrez

Amirian Ballet Academy

-> Royal Danish Ballet School

Emma Crawford

Apples Dance Lab

-> Evolve Dance Complex

Payten Butler Sara Wren

Artistic Motion Dance

-> Abstraction Dance Company

Giselle Pilorin

-> Devotion The Movement

Sydney Duke Sunnie Pelant

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Zoe Baker GG Mier Katie Rosa Piper Ryder Tatum Ryder

Art Of Technique

-> The Washington School Of Ballet

Kaitlyn Brandely

Augusta West Dance Studio

-> CCJ Conservatory

Zoe Lewis

Avanti Dance Company

-> CAP The Company

Natalie Jahn

-> Mather Dance Company

Hayden Goren Reese Goren

-> N10 Dance Studios

Saige Hibbard

-> West Coast School of the Arts

Eva Graziano

Bay Area Houston Ballet & Theatre

-> Boston Ballet II

Sophia Jones

Bayer Ballet Academy

-> John Cranko Schule

Amelia Chen

Big City Dance Center

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Alex Cyncewicz

Brava Dance

-> Westchester Dance

Emily Pierog

Burbank Dance Academy

-> ABT Junior Co

Manuela De Souza

Cache Valley Civic Ballet

-> Creative Dance Academy

Kate Baldwin Sophia Baldwin

Camarillo Academy of Performing Arts

-> Bobbie's School of Performing Arts

Peyton Root Ryan Root

Canadian Dance Unit

-> Vlad's Dance Company

Quinn Powers

CanDance Studios

-> Club Dance Studio

Preslie Ball

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Colette Stutzman

-> The Union (new studio!)

Crystalyn Chesko

Carlsbad Dance Centre

-> Pave San Diego (new studio!)

Ansel Mullick Camille Mullick Evelyn Mullick

Cary Dance Prudctions

-> Renner Dance Company

Marlee Thomas

CC & Co Dance Complex

-> Renner Dance Company

Connell Gocke Olivia Roberson

Centerstage Dance Academy

-> West Florida Dance Company

Ava Starr Rodriguez

Center Stage Dance Company

-> JBP Entertainment

Bianca Lewis

Center Stage Dance Gymnastics

-> The Fenyx Project

Arielle Miles

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio

-> The Moxie Movement (new studio!)

Halston Fisher Oakley Fisher Tatum Fisher

Charliz Balicao Dance Company

-> Larkin Dance Studio

Payton Mueller

Cincinnati Ballet Professional Training

-> Alabama Ballet

Caroline Love Jenna Renfield

City Ballet San Francisco

-> Boston Ballet II

Maddie Austin

CityDance Conservatory

-> Boston Ballet School II

Lucian DeBellis

CJ Dance Crew

-> Club Dance Studio

Madi Cole MaKinley Cole

Club Dance

-> ??

Ashton Wullbrandt

-> Dance Studio C

Gwyneth Woods

-> Elite Dance Pro

Madisyn Rose Amos Kennedy Cicerelli Abby Honstad Jaida Morin Payton Stowe

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Tilly Allen Brinley Bennett Brynlee Bulbulian Lainey Bulbulian Makena Cameron Pallas Chiste Olivia Clouse Kensley Colman Charlotte Cook Sophia Dasalla Avery Dunwell Lena Funk Mia Funk Jaycee Grant Kalista Greer Kanon Greer Kaylan Greer Oakley Hill Goldie Hill Birdie Hill Alaina Igleski Kaydence Lawton Arianna Mendez Callie Mendez Harper O'Malley Dannika Ren'ee Quiroz Tatem Robinson Leslie Soto Nicole Soto Tatum Strauss Kate Valentine Aubrey Williams

-> Illusion Dance Company

Madyson Barney

-> Prodigy Dance PAC

Taeya Stosich Tinley Stosich

Complexity Dance Center

-> Vision Dance Alliance

Ava Dowling London Dowling

Concept Pavielle

-> Larkin Dance Studio

Siena Paradeau

Conservatory of Dance Arts

-> The Merge (new studio!)

Ella Andrews Sarah Blady Charlotte Dean Sophie Dean Calli Hollenbeck Lilly May Hartley Murla

Cypress Dance Project (closing!)

-> The Fenyx Project

Ahmya Tovar Jasleen Tovar

-> Tribe Seven

Avery Farris Gracelyn Harris Kyndle McCormick Frankie Miranda Mia Narvaez Tana Nickerson Evelin Peterson Lily Savarese Paislynn Schroeder Gabriella Slay Dalilah Soto Frankie Soto Kayla Tanea Abigail Wade Melody Thiel Rianna Weck Rosalie Wickman

Cypress Elite Dance Studio

-> The Fenyx Project

Charlie Mae

Dance Academy of State College

-> Evolve Dance Complex

Emma Girdany

Dance Arts Centre ATL

-> Dance Lab (new studio!)

Ryn Andersen Tarin Belizaire Izzy Bensinger Nina Kitchen Daniella Lerman Samantha Wilson

Dance Arts Centre

-> Summit Dance Shoppe

Beckett Eberhard Britta Eberhard

Dance Connection 2

-> Club Dance Studio

Claire Pistor

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Jaxon Adamson Juliette Ridenour Scarlett Ridenour

Dance Connection Scottsdale

-> The Collective PHX

Madee Richardson

Dance Deluxe

-> Club Dance Studio

Dana Homes

-> Dance Connection 2

Kamryn Arnold

-> Elektro Dance Academy

Sunday Smith

Dance Dimensions PAC

-> The House Dance Complex

Sophia Hasson Victoria Safahi

Dance Enthusiasm

-> Murrieta Dance Project

Liciana Vun

-> Phunk Phenomenon Dance Studio

Landon Indeglia

Dance Exposure 2

-> The Vision Dance Alliance

Morgan Wendt

Dance FX

-> Pave San Diego (new studio!)

Aryanna Lafontaine Cooper

Dance Inc Company

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Lauren Allan

Dance Lab OC

-> Dmitri Kulev Classical Ballet Academy

Maggie Till

Dancemark Studio

-> Pave San Diego (new studio!)

Katie Bishop

Dance Republic

-> Club Dance

Annabelle Greenamyer Scottie Greenamyer Abigail Patton

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Kaia Roseland

Dance Studio C

-> Elite Dance Pro -> Dance Connection 2

Charlotte Rathjen

-> Impact Dance

Maizey Miller Savannah Miller

Dance University

-> Impact Dance Academy (new studio!)

Olivia Cherpak Stella Cherpak Chiara Siragusa Mila Steven

Dance Unlimited Miami

-> Stars Dance Studio

Mila Talab

The Dance Zone

Katelyn Miranda

-> The Living Dolls Dance Factory

Olivia Martinez

Dance Unlimited Colorado

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Fiona McDonald

Dance Vision

-> Becky Nalevanko's Dance Studio

Aria Telander

DanceDynamicsLV

-> Academy of Nevada Ballet

Naya Fowler

-> The Rock

Brielle Bonas Parker June

Danceology

-> Club Dance

Kelsey Jackman Makayla Jackman

-> DC Dance Factory

Kendall Kolodge

-> Evoke Dance Movement

Vida Lemos

-> Hyphen Conservatory

Haley Bertino

-> North County Academy of Dance

Ella Nani Knight

-> Pave San Diego

Paisley Publico Polly Jo Publico

Dancers Edge

-> Club Dance

Emerson Van Houten

Dancers World Production

-> K2 Studios

Claire Zhang

Dance Vision

-> The Academy

Cece Nguyen

Dansations Competition Team

-> The Vision Dance Alliance

Brady Horne

DC Dance Factory

-> The Vision Dance Alliance

Harper Bowen

Dellos Dance Academy

-> The Academy

Kendall Krajewski

Diverse Elements

-> Dance Connection Scottsdale

Kenna Bonhote

-> Dance Connection 2

Peyton Whited

Divine Dance Center

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Kallie Niday

DMdance Company

-> The Merge (new studio!)

Kinsley Gainer Taylor Jenkins Tyler Jenkins

Dmitri Kulev Classical Ballet Academy

-> ABT Junior Co

Clara Riggs

-> Boston Ballet II

Pavel Kulev

-> Elite Classical Coaching

Summer Lily

-> European School of Ballet

Annabel Kohn

-> San Francisco Ballet School

June Freeman

-> Westside Dance Project

Fiona Poth

DNA Dance Creatives

-> Prodigy Dance PAC

Jackson Ruekert

Drapers Center for Dance Education

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Rhauri Samuels

-> The Rock School For Ballet

Samuel Gauss

Dynamic Dance Company

-> Stars Dance Studio

Victoria Crupi

Dynamic Dance Refinery

-> New Level Dance Company

Sophia Hernandez-Gonzalez

Elektro Dance Academy

-> Dance Deluxe

Alexis Gizzo

-> Eternal Dance Company

Madyson Koch

-> LA Dance

Kinsey Joan

-> The Collective PHX

Julianna Aispuro Tenley Anthony

Elevate Dance Academy

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Sidney Sullivan

Elite Classical Coaching

-> Academie Princess Grace

Morgan Ligon

-> Royal Ballet School

Izzy Keesee

Elite Dance PAC

-> Hyphen Conservatory

Lillie Lanier

Elite Dance Pro

-> Club Dance

Peyton De La Cerda Mila Michael Lucia Piedrahita Sophia Schiano River Segerman

-> Rhythm Dance Complex

Gavin Schwarze

-> The Collective PHX

Alexa Schwarze

Elite Feet Artists Company

-> Stars Dance Studio

Norah Hurley

Elise Flagg Academy Of Dance

-> Central PA Youth Ballet

Ella Wilke

Ellison Ballet

-> ABT Junior Co

Victoria Papakalodouka

Encore Dance Arts

-> The Collective PHX

Laila Faith

Eternal Dance Company

-> CanDance Studios

Alaina Martinez

-> Gateway Dance Center

Juniper Wakefield

Evoke Dance Movement

-> Pave San Diego (new studio!)

Eleanor Bullock Lucia Jade Frazier Emmy Claire Khaiden Tayah Klimuck Dylan Schaffer Maya Steinman

Evolve 26

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Blayklee Balthazar

Evolve Dance Complex

-> CCJ Conservatory

Cami Vorhees

-> Power Dance Company

Maya Rogers

Evolution Dance Center

-> North County Academy Of Dance

Presley McGraw

-> Pave San Diego (new studio!)

Casey Archibald Liv Barrelli Karisma Colyan Kirrana Colyan Ava Cucker Elyse Dueler Alli Esposito Avery Fumillari Sofia Galati Joya Garner Sofia Gorman Kendall Hensley Kaylie Koehnen Brianna Lee Isla Marshall Emma MacKay Everly McGraw Ellie Miles Avril Overlock Drew Overlock Danielle Smart Kirra Stradwiser Vivienne Tolentino Lyla Yuceit Brooke Zamoff Shayne Zell

Expressions Dance & Music

-> Tribe Seven

Francesca Casaretto Gabi Woods

Fearless Dance Company

-> K2 Studios

Marilyn Castaneda

Flashdance Studio

-> Houston Ballet Academy

Patricio Lopez

FLEX Dance and Fitness

-> The Southern Strutt

Grace Marvella

Freckled Frog Dance Studio

-> K2 Studios

Vallerina Athena

Fusion Dance Force

-> Blueprint Dance Project

Emily Deal Abigail Monahan Abby Rodriguez

Fusion Studios

-> Mather Dance Company

Brooke Kim Mariana Simoes

Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

-> Dance Deluxe

Bradley Kawa Breckyn Kawa

Gotta Dance Company AZ

-> The Collective PHX

Avah Gonzalez Gabriella Gonzalez Valencia Gonzalez

Gotta Dance Company CA

-> Stars Dance Studio

Tristan Jones

Greenwich Conservatory of Classical Ballet

-> Dance Town

Cassie Coughlin

-> Mather Dance Company

Lydon Thach

-> The Academy

Lia Turrieta

Hart Academy of Dance

-> The Academy

Lia Turrieta

Hathaway Academy of Ballet

-> somewhere in the Netherlands

Kennedy Kahler

Heart & Sole Performing Arts

-> Gotta Dance Company

Leigha Jessee

Hollywood Ballet School

-> United Ballet Academy

Isobel Lehman

Houston Ballet Academy

-> Boston Ballet

Sam Stampleman

-> Boston Ballet II

Michael Dadlez Layla Porter

Hudson Dance Academy

-> Avanti Dance Company

Melody Garcia

Hyphen Conservatory

-> Mather Dance Company

Makaela McCosar

iBallet Studio

-> Elite Classical Coaching

Aviva Brock

Impact Dance

-> Club Dance Studio

Bostyn Thomas Holland Thomas Presley Thomas

In Motion Dance Project (closing)

-> ??

Mila Bonilla Anniston Clarke Adrienne Diaz Bella Flores Mia Flores Lily Holbrook Isabella Luciano Mali Photnetrakhom Madeline Terry Joey Webber

-> Dance Universe

Ellie ?

-> Marshall Ellis Dance School

Renee Forseth

-> New Dimensions Dance

Annalee Ramb

-> Starz Dance Company

Elissa Loryn Sadie Moore Isabella Peixoto

-> Orlando Ballet School

Sylvie Rock

-> Underground Movement

Lila Blood Kristyeliz Laureano Valerie Santana Izzy Warren

-> Xplosive Dance Academy

Levi Caicco Valeria Luciano Isabella Quartaro Olivia Rock Abigail Torres Adeline Vozza

Innovate Dance Studios

-> Avanti Dance Company

Pressly Loomis

Inspire Dance Complex

-> K2 Studios

Eliana Guzmán Isabela Guzmán Cali Rucker Arrow Yarbrough

Inspired Movement Dance

-> Innovate Dance Studios

Brooke Toro

Intensity Dance Academy

-> Evolve Dance Complex

Lydia Onder Bryn Onder

Intensity Dancer's Studio

-> Dance Town

Nicole Losada

In The Spotlight Dance Studio

-> Summit Dance Shoppe

Quinn Caroline

JBP Entertainment

-> BLA Dance Academy

Ashton Kinsleigh

JDI Dance Company

-> 4PM Dance

Addelyn Muesso

Jean Leigh Academy of Dance

-> Tari's School of Dance

Stella Vince

Joffrey Ballet School Texas

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Ella Waitz

Jump Dance Company

-> Impact Dance Academy (new studio!)

Natalie Boone Reese Gilman Chloe Mullins Claire Sorensen Addison Weimann

Jun Lu Performing Arts

-> Bayer Ballet Academy

Athena Hu

Just off Broadway

-> Club Dance Studio

Kaia Erby

-> Elite Classical Coaching

Sadie Daniels

-> Stars Dance Studio

Zoe Swope

K2 Studios

-> ??

(Jessica Sutton) (Rebecca Sutton)

-> Studio X

Jeanne Garcia Zoey Garcia

-> The Academy

Kynzli Reece

Kaos Dance Elite

-> The Company Space

Taylor Smith

Kat & Co

-> Evolve Dance Complex

Anthony Labritz

Katies Dance Connection

-> Elite Danceworx

Taya Osso

Kick Dance Studio

-> The Vision Dance Alliance

Violet Kolb

Kinetic Dance

-> The Merge (new studio!)

Catherine Owen

Kozmic Edge

-> Q3 Dance Company

Angelina Mendez

LA Dance AZ

-> Dance Connection Scottsdale

Syvon Stokes

Larkin Dance Studio

-> Studio 4

Lola Boisen

-> Concept Pavielle

Grace Sullivan

-> Elite Classical Coaching

Savannah Manzel

Legacy Dance Productions

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Mckenna Gerrits

Legacy Productions Miami

-> Stars Dance Studio

Emily Pina

Lovett Dance Center

-> Hyphen Conservatory

Logan Macy

Major Productions Studio of Dance

-> Impact Dance Academy (new studio!)

Hailey Schneider

Master Ballet Academy

-> Ballet West

Melanie McIntire

-> Club Dance Studio

Hazel Silverman (also continues training at MBA)

-> John Cranko Schule

Gracie Kirkwood Lillian Rossman

-> The Rock School For Ballet

Keagan Pickett

Mather Dance Company

-> OCPAA

Mia Santiago Savy Witeck

-> The Academy

Eliana Weiss

Mekka Dance Project

-> Tribe Seven

Ainsley Scott

Meta Fair Burns Dance

-> Kinetic Dance (new studio!)

Kylie Dalrymple

Miami City Ballet Pre-Pro

-> Boston Ballet II

Olivia Santos

Miami Dancity Studios

-> Stars Dance Studio

Sabrina Lorente

Michelle's Dance Xplosion

-> Nor Cal Dance Arts

Jaxon Albano

Michigan Dance Alliance

-> Artflux Dance Lab

Mattie Mair Millie Morante

Milele Academy, LLC

-> DC Dance Factory

Eisley Beer

MJ's House of Dance

-> Blueprint Dance Project

Kiley Holgerson Ava Azzaretto Caiden Boltz Cassidy Boltz

Monterey Peninsula Ballet Theatre

-> Bayer Ballet Academy

Harper Palmer

Move By Morrelli

-> Artistic Fusion Dance

Lilianna Hales

Murrieta Dance Project

-> K2 Studios

Jaedon Diaz Kloey Diaz

MVP Elite

-> 3'Motion Dance Studio

Mackenzie Mucha Madison Mucha

N10 Dance Studios

-> ??

Ariella Truong

-> 4PM

Jordan Eskenazi

-> Dance Star Academy of Performing Arts

Avery Margarita

-> Premier Youth Dance Academy

Clara Han

-> Project 21

Annie Hu Madison Ng

New Level

-> Stars

Kenny Braga Reese Braga

NJ Center of Dance

-> The Vision Dance Complex

Bella Baldino

No Limits Dance Company

-> CCJ Conservatory

Rylie Sickles

Northern Force Dance Company

-> Larkin Dance Studio

Aria Johnson Sloane Johnson

North Shore Dance Academy

-> Dance Enthusiasm

Juliana Desilets Ellie Fanning Sophie MacKenzie Callie Wilkins Molly Wilkins

OCPAA

-> ??

Sarah Kuy

-> K2 Studios

Amelia Faizi Ella Montano

-> Mather Dance Company

Mila Malone Sierra Yen

-> Nebraska Dance

Sophia SantaMaria

-> Project 21

Reese Arkin Valeria Ochoa

-> Studio X

Jordyn Rockett

On Pointe Dance Studio

-> K2 Studios

Giuliana Bressler

Orlando International School of Dance

-> Starz Dance Company

Layla Jordan

Palm Beach Academy of Dance Arts

-> Dance Universe

Hattie Selene

Panama City Dance Academy

-> Kinetic Dance (new studio!)

Maisie-Rose Burkey

Paula Carr Dance Academy

-> Elektro Dance Academy

Eliza Gee

Pave School of the Arts

-> Evoke Dance Movement

Addyson Paul

-> Innovate Dance Studios

Quinn Briscoe

-> Mather Dance Company

Alexa Rauth Ava Rauth

-> OCPAA

Kennedy Bush

-> Project 21

Stella Fisk Liv Matson

-> The Moxie Movement (new studio!)

Kenzie Arrendondo Talia Ayumi Gemma DeSola Kinsley Dunn Kassidy Dunn Ellie Iwamoto James Iwamoto Harper Fisk Marlowe Fisk Tatum Fisk Kirsten Jeslyn Kailey Longshore Kassidy Luong Sophia Monje Alexa Paul Goli Ranekouhi Rylee Stabeck Isaiah Wang Hadley York

-> South County Dance

Hayden Calder

Perception Dance

-> Premier Dance

Madison Smith

Perfect Pointe Dance

-> Studio X

Danya Chang

Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre School

-> Ballet West Academy

Carina Fulop

Platform Dance

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Arielle Michalak

Precision Dance Conservatory

-> Dance Universe

Teagan Sanchez

Premier Youth Dance Company

-> Elite Classical Coaching

Greysen Fowler-Allen

Prestige Dance Institute

-> Renner Dance Company

Kensley Phillips

Profusion Talent

-> Studio X Dance Complex

Dallas Soffel

Project 21

-> ??

Ally Choi Airi Dela Cruz

-> CAP The Company

Dillon Barron

-> CA School of Classical Ballet

Aliya Yen

-> Stars Dance Studio

Leilani Lawlor

-> Westside Dance Project

Makeila Bartlett

Project Performer

-> Pave San Diego

Nora Aminlari

Renner Dance Company

-> Club Dance Studio

Ania Siri Olivia Siri

Republic Edge Dance Company

-> Tribe Seven

Adalynn Delaney Alayna Jeneva Cali Lynch Aubrey Warren

Revolution Dance

-> Dance Zone

Kaylin Gabosch

Rize All

-> Elite Studio of Dance

Carissa Chueng Roxanna Chueng

-> Natiomas Dance Method

Ayla Polendav

-> University Cheer Force

Addelyn Skube

Rockly Mountains Ballet Academy

-> San Francisco Ballet School

Shylee Sagle

Russian Masters Ballet

-> Dmitri Kulev Classical Ballet Academy

Sheridan Stone

San Clemente Dance

-> Variant Movement

Alana Ting

SFLA Dance Complex

-> Dance Enthusiasm

Addison Parker

Skyra Studios

-> Mather

Sienna Morris

Sol Studio SSD (closing!)

-> Pave San Diego (new studio!)

Phoebe Fatula Hayden Goebel Makenna McGrath Lily Parraga Riley Platenberg Gabby Reiss Tiffany Robinson Keira Segal

Soul Studio Dance

-> West Florida Dance Company

Callie Ludtke

South County Dance

-> K2 Studios

Paige Garrett Reese Garrett

-> Mather Dance Company

Gabby Campos

Southland Ballet Academy

-> ABT Junior Co

Alisa Xu

-> Pacific Dance

Natalie Chiang

South Tulsa Dance Co

-> Next Step Dance

Allyn Green

Stage One Dance Studio

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Katie Kim

Starstruck Performing Arts Center

-> Perception Dance

Jacey Erwin Kinley Winn

Steps N Motion Dance

-> K2 Studios

Aspen Roberts

Studio 1 Dance Academy

-> Club Dance

Hadley Taylor

-> The House Dance Complex

Lyla Martin

Studio 4

-> Larkin

Elle Boudewyns Reese Ottney Leah Pribyl Vera Souvannavong

Studio 19 Dance Complex

-> Elite Dance By Damian

Alexis Crystal

-> Evolve Dance Complex

Carina Simone

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Kaitlyn Allen

Studio 702

-> The Rock

Peyton Nowacki Addison Price Hailey Stuck Taylor Stuck

Studio Bleu Dance Center (closing!)

-> ??

Kristin Mitchell

-> Art of Technique

Abigail Daisy Olivia Rosiek Chloé Le Pettigrew Victoria Zhang

-> Cerdafied Dance Studios

Nick Shalin

-> CityDance Conservatory

Kennedy Thompson

-> Dance Academy of Loudoun

Madelyn Cuttin Addie She

-> Enchanted Stage

Lily Mendoza Ellie Myers Mina Oemler

-> Ignite The Light Performing Arts

Zion Landis

-> LM Premier Dance

Grace Wright

-> Mission Dance Project (new studio!)

Lily Carmello Ava Doell Aubrey Franklin Kayleigh Jo Ellie Myers Brianna Norgrove Emily Parinello Brooklyn Smith Stella Tullio Jessica Zhang

-> NOVA Elite Dance Alliance

Nicole Ocean

-> Rise Dance Center

Kennedy Mirabella Maddy Mirabella

-> TDC Dance

Ja Pelle Nayeli Wilder

-> The Dance Lab VA (new studio!)

Leilah Bell Lily Rae Bolno Audrina Brudner Bellatrix Castillo Isabella Plotczyk Ashlan Scheide Mina Terry Gina Zhang

Studio G Dance Company

-> Art In Motion Conservatory of Dance

Madilyn Rexrode

-> Artistic Edge

Devin Dalmolin

Summer's Danceworks

-> The Union (new studio!)

Cienna Fernow Ellah Perry

Summit Dance Shoppe

-> Concept Pavielle

Gabriella Maggitt Carrigan Paylor

-> Larkin Dance Studio

Lucy Mae Dunn

Synergy Academy Utah

-> Center Stage Performing Arts Studio

Corra Blake

Tapio School of Dance and Gymnastics

-> CCJ Conservatory

Landry Leon

TDA Prep

-> Exhibit 3 Dance

Avery Maycunich

Temecula Dance Company

-> K2 Studios

Bailey Dalton

Texas Academy of Dance Arts

-> Tribe Seven

Gatsby Lasala Quinlyn Lasala

The Academy

-> Evoke Dance Movement

Ella Carlson

-> K2 Studios

Laci Stoico

-> Mather Dance Company

Bella Puskar

-> The Next Big Thing Academy

Peyton Barron

-> The Platform Dance Studio

Malia Williams

-> YYC Dance

Kinsley Oykhman

The Art of Classical Ballet

-> Hollywood Ballet School

Kya Massimino

Theatre Arts

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Hallee Francisco

The Ballet Clinic

-> Russian Ballet Academy

Sarina Rosenblum

The Center Stage Dance Studio

-> YLAB

Blakelyn Scifres

The Collective PHX

-> CanDance Studios

Sasha Landreaux

-> Club Dance Studio

Ellie Laird Zoie Laird

-> Elite Dance Pro

Alivya Alfonso

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Breckyn Kawa -> Dance Deluxe Bradley Kawa -> Dance Deluxe

-> Russian Ballet Academy

Mila Hiatt

-> The Union (new studio!)

Addy Gaffney

TheCREW

-> Studio X

Kinley Cunningham

The Dance Academy of Puyallup

-> The Company Space

Isabella Scandale

The Dance Centre NJ

-> The Vision Dance Alliance

Savanna Grae

The Dance Complex

-> Larkin Dance Studio

Maddyn Bauermeister Henley Raak

The Dance Institute

-> Stars Dance Studio

Maribel Weishaar

The Dance Scene

-> Studio X

Desi Alcala

The Dance Space

-> Tribe Seven

Penelope Church

The Dance Spot

-> Danceology

Alessandra Escobar-Moeller

-> Mather Dance Company

Kennedy Molino

The Element Dance Center

-> The Academy

Sunnie Stanley

The Living Dolls Factory

-> Legacy Dance Studio

Lilliana Gonzalez

The Movement Complex

-> Stars Dance Studio

Victoria Reich

The NINE Dance Academy

-> Canadian Dance Company

Shaunaughsey Meagher

-> Vlad's Dance Company

Evelyn Rego Ivy Mae Rego

The Platform Dance Studio

-> CCJ Conservatory

Kaydence Mardis

-> Dance Connection 2

Jordyn Castle

-> Gateway Dance Center (new studio!)

Clara Lawless Lily Lawless Stella Lawless Arielle Michalak Charlotte Reese

The Rage Dance Complex

-> Studio 1 Dance Academy

Tennasyn Faith Giselle Miranda

The Rock Center For Dance

-> ABT Junior Co

Crystal Huang

The Southern Strutt

-> CCJ Consevatory

Annsley Huff

The Talent Factory

-> K2 Studios

Ileana Cruz Sienna Legitt Natalie Pan Quinn Pan

The Vision Dance Alliance

-> New Jersey Ballet Company

Kennedy Anderson

The Why Movement

-> Tribe Seven

Grace Gerszewski

Titanium Arts Lab

-> MDC Bridge Into The Industry

Julliana Gould

Trademark Dance Academy

-> The Vision Dance Alliance

Braelynn McKenna

Variant Movement

-> New Level Dance Company

Gabby Terschluse

Way 2 Move - Dance & Movement

-> Dance Town

Alexa Oviedo

West Coast Dance Complex

-> Pave San Diego (new studio!)

Emily Bach

West Coast School of the Arts

-> Hyphen Conservatory

Rebeca Gomez Garza

West Florida Dance Company

-> Stars Dance Studio

Ella Dobler

-> The Southern Strutt

Macey Strickland

WestMet Classical Training

-> Sarasota Ballet School

Madelyn Murphy

Westside Dance Project

-> ??

Diana Kouznetsova Isabella Kouznetsova

-> European School of Ballet

Annabel Kohn

-> Hyphen Conservatory

Esme Chou Olivia Marquez

-> San Francisco Ballet School

Izzy Howard

Woodbury Dance Center

-> Larkin Dance Studio

Kylie Roach

Xtreme Dance Studio

-> The Rock School

Blake Metcalf

YLAB

-> Project 21

Emma Walters (also continuing training at YLAB)

Your Haven Dance Company

-> West Florida Dance Co

Kylee Kay

Youth American Ballet Company

-> Boston Ballet II

Natalie Cardona

#just to start of with something #feel free to add on to this #dance #studio switch list #confirmed #im just regularly going to be deleting most comments so i know which ones are the new ones :)#gets a bit confusing after a while

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Kissin' and Kickin' Charm (Glódís Perla Viggósdóttir x reader)

A/n not requested, but this woman does not get the love she deserves, so I'm making it happen.

Munich is a hell of a lot different than home.

Of course, you expected that, you aren't stupid...

Not entirely anyway.

There's a charm to the city. A much different one than the small Texan town you're used to, but it's a homely charm, if any.

A much broader, explorative city with ins and outs, beautiful buildings, and on the outskirts, something you've come to realise you feel more at home in than the city, areas with wide open flatlands and albeit manmade, forested areas.

It's definitely a big city, with many towns and a lot of diverse structuring.

It's a lot.

But it's your new home.

At least for the next three years, anyway.

You imagine yourself at home in the ranch right now.

Kicking up dirt, green grass and if you're really lucky, mud and puddles. All of that on your horse, Sweets, that you got for your tenth birthday.

In fact, you'd be there right now, at home on the ranch, if it wasn't for one teeny tiny detail.

Soccer.

For whatever reason, that was the sport your child brain picked to become your newest obsession. Except, it never stopped being that way. You lived and breathed it.

It surprised the hell out of your parents.

They'd never imagined their little, quiet, leather boots, horseback riding, ranch loving daughter kicking around a soccer ball.

But that's what you wanted.

And that's what you did in your spare time.

At first, they were adamant you didn't play it. They refused, insisting that if you wanted to get into any sport, it had to be either American football or horse riding.

But after sneaking home a ball to boot around for the umpteenth time, they relented, letting you take it on.

And take it on, you did.

It got to the point where you were severely outclassing the only all boys teams in your tiny town.

Enough so that someone visiting, who happened to have the right associations, scouted you for the youth academy in Houston.

You went up through the academy, which survived despite the rise and fall of the women's league in the US several times.

Eventually, you were contracted for the first time at eighteen.

It was a big deal.

Small town girl makes her first appearance for the big leagues and despite your parents earlier disappointment in your choice of career, they were now prouder than ever watching you take on the world.

Of course, with that growth, came your first call up to the national team at age nineteen.

That little tidbit had your Mama crying harder than the day you were born. She couldn't have been prouder to see you represent your country.

Playing amongst the likes of legends like Tobin Heath, Heather O'Reilly and even Abby Wambach for a short period, you thrived.

The immense pressure was nothing like you'd ever felt, and you loved it.

Even as reserved as you are, you love a good challenge.

With the call-up, the demand to have you increased, and eventually, at the age of twenty-four, you, rather tearfully, said goodbye to the Dash and moved to Portland to join your national teammates, Sonnett and Horan.

You've spent the past four years there, although you aren't the biggest fan of the city life. You loved the soccer fanbase.

The thorns are well loved by the people in the city and some of the greatest players you've known, to date, play for them.

Of course, playing with the greatest players of all time means you yourself catch the attention of overseas scouters.

It's not the first time it's happened.

Every year, you get calls from your manager letting you know about the offers from clubs in countries you'd never dreamed of seeing before.

That being said, you'd always turned them down, not wanting to leave your home country just yet.

Until now, that is.

When the offer from FC Bayern came through, you just knew.

You knew you had to do it, had to take that chance.

"So what do we say, Y/n?"

"... Tell I'm in if they've got a heated pitch and air-conditioning."

Had your manager chuckling at that.

Taking the time to dig into the team a bit, you end having a look at the team list.

You know the names of a few of the players there, but you'd not formally met them yet, only meeting them once or twice on the pitch.'

One name stuck out in particular though.

Of course it did, she's the captain.

Your new captain.

But there's something you admire about the Icelandic woman that immediately grabs at your soul and you end up taking the time to look up her highlights.

The perseverance, the constant drive to do better and to lift up her teammates around her.

The perfect defence with constant push and pull, defensive manoeuvres and just an overall brick wall of a woman.

The perfect captain.

So when you meet her for the first time, you're a little starstruck.

Sure, you'd done your research in advance, but actually meeting the sweetly voiced Nordic woman has you anxious in your boots beyond measure.

----

When Glódís meets the new signing, she's a little thrown off.

She knew you were American, that you were from Texas and that you most likely had a very different upbringing to the lifestyle you lived now, but the immediate southern charm that flows through your natural southern drawl has her a little flustered.

She doesn't expect the charming smile or the way you call her ma'am and warmly shake her hand, expressing, rather sheepishly, your excitement to meet her.

"It's lovely meetin' you, Ma'am. I've heard a lot about everything you've done for this club and your country. It's incredible, actually, not to sound too much like I'm kissin' up here, but really."

Your head ducks a little, cheeks reddening at your own rambling.

It's adorable, she decides.

"You talk me up a lot for someone of her own incredible skill."

Her smile widens at the way your cheeks darken further under her teasing compliment.

"Oh, I mean, that's... it's not everything I want to achieve. It feels like I've had it a little easier than a lot of the ladies I've seen and played with and known personally. I'm just excited to be here and to get to be a part of something this big. With y'all, at that."

"We're glad to have you on board with us, then. I think you'll fit right in here. The girls have been begging me to let them in the door for the past thirty minutes while you were doing the contract signing."

She gestures to the windowed door to the room, which, with a quick glance, you spot the eagerly waiting players, grinning and waving like kids at you.

It makes you feel a little more anxious now.

Such big names in German and international football and here they are, giddily waiting for you to finish your media duties and finally get to meet little old you.

It feels surreal.

When you turn back to the captain, she's already smiling warmly back at you, and after the okay from you and the management in the room, they let them in.

It's almost too much, the way they all excitedly introduce themselves despite in many cases not having to, with the way you get flustered as you know them well already, having maybe, quite possibly also looked the rest of them up in a bit more detail, purely out of nervousness.

Also, the friendliness of it all.

Normally, with new signings at Portland, it always felt super cold and competitive, definitely a lot colder in the introductions, done during training rather than in a room on the campus.

Of course, after a couple of months, the players did warm up to you, but there's always the cold air about the veterans on the team, all of them wary of you and your abilities.

Always the stress of having your position on the team ousted by the new and shiny youngins for so much as running the wrong way.

Here, in Munich, Germany, in the clubs training facility, in a meeting room, your new clubs teammates welcome you with warm open arms, an air of bubbly enthusiasm and many, many hugs rather than the cold and firm handshakes you're used to.

You recognise a few of them, particularly Magdalena, a regular opponent from Sweden and her national teammate Linda, as well as of course, the German players, the English player, Georgia and Jill Baijings, a member of the Dutch National Team you'd faced just months before at the World Cup.

Regardless of the rivalry held at the international level, they're surprisingly warm, quickly dragging you into hugs themselves.

At least, it's surprising for you.

It feels different here.

It is different here.

You find yourself leaning into it more and more, the more you chat with the team.

It goes on for an hour or so before you're dragged away for more media duties.

The girls are rather reluctant to let their new friend go, waving you goodbye with warm smiles, but small pouts as their chuckling captain ushers them from the room, leaving you with one last grin and a wink that sends heat to your cheeks and shivers down your spine.

Well.

You'll be damned.

That just happened.

----

"She's so cute! I love her accent. She's so sweet with the way she talks too."

The gushing from Giulia is quickly resounded by the other's around her.

"Right? The way she kept calling us Ma'am and Miss. It's too sweet. And her accent, it's so smooth."

"Oh my god, I know Americans aren't the most well known for being nice to listen to, but I listen to her talk all day."

"She's really good too, I've seen her highlights."

There's a few small gasps and protests from around the room.

"Oi! Syd! Why haven't you shown us yet?"

"Hold on, let me just -"

"Guys! Seriously, what the hell are you doing? I've been looking for you for ages. Put the phone away, you all have training to do."

The resounding voice in the changeroom comes from a stern looking Glódís. She's normally quite gentle toned with them, but they were taking far too long to get out on the pitch, leaving their captain wondering where the hell half her team was.

"But we want to see how good Y/n is, Syd's got the highlights here."

"No, you can see how good she is when she joins us for training after her medical assessment. Now come on, or you'll be running laps for making the rest of the team wait on you all."

There's groans of disappointment, but to their rather swift credit, they do promptly exit the changeroom and make their way to the pitch where an also stern looking Alexander Straus is waiting for them, the team's manager, followed closely by Glódís, who's small smile contradicts her rolling eyes and annoyed head shaking.

----

When you do join them, you're quickly grabbed by Glódís, the captain having unofficially ruled that any new signings get paired with her first to properly welcome them to the team, and to also get them settled into her captaincy style and to adapt them to the dynamic of the team.

It's a way to get you properly integrated into the very familial like nature of it all.

Glódís seems very much like the mother of the team. All of them best friends but very much like siblings and but a few of the other older women taking the younger one's under their wings as parental figures on their own.

You figure it as a way to keep some semblance of structure amongst the chaos of the team.

The captain, it seems, is at the head of this, ensuring all of them work well together, the team is lifted for their triumphs, and picked back up with every miscalculated cross and shot, and dragged back onto their feet after every tackle or mistimed step.

Training with Glódís is intense, a good kind of intense. You find yourself enjoying the calculated, focused nature of her defensive manoeuvring.

But it's also warm, the occasional chatter between you leaving you both laughing at the other person's jokes and small mishaps as you settle in.

Her giggles are nothing if not contagious, and you can't help the grin that grows more and more the more you spend time with her.

It doesn't go unnoticed by the others, them taking note of the way their normally much more drill oriented captain has relaxed a bit.

Of course, she's friendly, smart, smiley and very much welcoming, but she's never been this laid back during drills, especially not when she's always expecting to set precedents with the new signings.

But this was definitely different to that.

The lingering touches, hip bumps and tone of laughter are different from the ones she's always held with the rest of the team. It's a little lighter, more giggly and full of a tone they themselves hadn't heard from her.

It was startling to see, nearly.

Glódís was... flirting?

Intentional or not, they didn't know, but it was definitely a flirty tone.

Not that you could tell, bless your oblivious self. You had no idea.

You matched the tone of lightness, of course. But you weren't picking up on everything else, thinking she's just naturally like that.

A very friendly captain.

The other girls know otherwise though, and the knowing looks they share later when your cute celebration after managing to meg the brick wall of a captain has her smirking slightly at your adorableness.

One thing she notices is that the more excited you get, the more your accent comes out.

It's adorable, she realises.

----

The second training isn't much different to the first.

You don't pay it much attention outside of friendliness, but Glódís takes a quick liking to you, now having claimed you for all paired warmups and drills.

Occasionally, you get stolen away every once in a while, leaving you feeling very much like the cool kid on the block.

There's something else, though.

It's in the way the Icelander smiles at you. It's in the way she hugs you every time you score in a mini game.

You brush it off, thinking, once again, she's just being friendly.

But it's a thought that sits in the back of your mind anyway.

You feel like it's a glimmer of hope. You're not sure what for or why but it's there.

Maybe it's a sign of a great friendship blooming.

Yeah.

That's what it is.

Ever since that, it's been amazing training with the team.

Your first match is just weeks after signing.

Your first minutes come as a sub for Klara in the sixtieth minute.

And it's not too long after that that you score your first goal for the club against Leipzig.

It's a beauty too.

A long range effort after a foward pass to Pernille is rebounded back to you.

It was an accident really.

You were aiming for the head of Lea but instead it curls a little more than you intend it to and it bends into the upper right corner of the netting, far past the outstretched gloves of the Swiss keeper, Elvira Herzog.

It feels a little silly, but you can't help the blush when you feel your captain hug you super tightly and lift you up in celebration.

"Let's go, that's our girl!"

----

It's been two months with the team and two and a half living in Germany. You've got a small cottage in the outer district of Munich, with enough yard to set up small drills and other various exercises.

There's been plenty of outings for you, finding yourself socialising far more than you used to back in Portland.

You don't hate it, though.

The whole team has been nothing but sweet to you, and it seems they're already attached, each player having dragged you on outings themselves, whether it be individually or with groups of them.

You're not sure why they've taken quite such a liking, but you think it might have something to do with the fact they keep asking questions for you and you alone to answer, or just anything to get you to talk, really.

You don't mind it. Bless 'em.

They're already like family to you.

Tonight is no different when it comes to being dragged to outings and team bonding nights.

Only this time, it's to a club in central Munich, having been allowed a little freedom given they dont a match this weekend. You yourself don't drink much, but some of the other girls do, so they've let loose, of course, under the watch of their captain and a few of the older girls acting as designated drivers.

There's a small nudge to your shoulder where you're leaning against a standing table.

"Hey you."

You'd recognise that sweet voice anywhere, humming as you turn to the suddenly appeared Glódís at your side.

"Well, hello, having fun there, Sweetheart?"

Glódís' lips perk up at your words.

"Always."

She takes a glance at the cup in your hand.

"Not drinking much? You can let loose a bit tonight, I'm letting you guys off the hook for tomorrow's training. Once in a lifetime opportunity L/n."

She winks at you, and you smile at her, amused.

You shake your head when she nods towards your still half full glass of vodka and soda.

"Nah, I want to be able to get up tomorrow, training or not."

She chuckles, nodding in agreement.

"Oh, to be young and dumb enough to drink like that once upon a time."

"Don't say it like that. You're only twenty-eight."

You huff playfully.

"Please, you and I both know neither of us would make it out alive if we-"

She cuts herself off, gesturing to the very rowdy girls taking another round of shots.

"Well... you're not wrong. To being old and susceptible to hangovers."

She giggles, and you hold out your glass towards hers, meeting her in the middle with a small clink and you both take a sip, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Woah there grandma. Not too hard now."

As you go to take another sip.

Rolling your eyes affectionately, you nudge her.

Turning back towards the group, you groan watching them take another round of shots.

"Oh sweet baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph. How the hell are we gettin' them home."

She pats your head with a small chuckle.

"With a lot of herding and the good old divide and conquer, cowgirl."

Then she moves off to go find Pernille and Magda on the other side of the room.

"You know, you and Glódís would be a super adorable couple."

A pair of arms wrap around your neck as a very drunk Sarah hangs onto you for stability, hear head leaning on your shoulder, and your arm moves to hold onto her so she doesn't hit the floor.

"Sarah, little miss, it's really cute that you wanna include me, but you know I don't speak German."

"One, I'm older than you, Two, sucks to be you."

A poke to the cheek following that, as she sticks out her tongue.

"Aren't you taking German classes anyway?"

"Yeah, but doesn't mean I understand the dialect of drunken soccer player yet."

She pouts at you before grumbling and resting her head back on it's spot on your shoulder.

"What I said was, you and Glódís would make a good couple."

Your cheeks immediately flame up, and your whole body tenses, wondering if you even heard the Austrian right.

"What-"

You clear your throat softly.

"What makes you say that?"

"You're already attached at the hip like no other. I've never seen her like this with anyone else. Even her old friend, Karólína."

"She's probably just missin' her then, Sar"

"If you say so."

It's just about mumbled into your shirt and you're beginning to realise that despite the pumping music, she's starting to exhaust pretty quickly with the way she's leaning further and further into you until you have to sit her down in one of the teams half occupied booths where she settles into another teammates arms.

With a small chuckle, you leave her to it, them saying they'd be heading out soon anyways and would take her home.

As you return to your spot at the table, you can't help but think back on what she said.

Despite her inebriation, what she said held weight in your mind.

And it ends with you eyeing up the woman through the small crowd over the lip of your drink.

You catch her looking back several times, each time sheet meets your eye, you think you imagine it, but her eyes crinkle a bit, and her smile gets a little brighter.

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"You know, if you keep looking at her like that, she might catch onto you there, Glódí."

She knows she's not being subtle, but she can't help the way her eyes drift over to you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Schülli."

"I think you do."

Glódís bites her lower lip as she watches you set the very drunk Sarah down by Sam and Linda (The Swedish one) before moving back to where you were, carefully watching over the girls on the dance floor.

It seems, with even just a few months with the team, you're already looking out for them like your own.

When you make eye contact with her for the fourth time in ten minutes, she smiles just that little bit more, which you quickly match.

Though, it seems, she doesn't expect the wink you send with it.

She raises a brow at you, ducking under the cover of her glass, hoping the purple hue of the lighting masks her slightly flushed cheeks.

"Wow, she has got you already, hasn't she?"

"Shut up."

The defender quickly turns away from your direction so the striker doesn't have get given any more fuel and gives her an annoyed but small shove to the shoulder, a slight frown marring her features.

"I think you should go for it, Glódí, she clearly has something for you."

"And what if she says no? Then what? Another friendship here ruined?"

Lea pauses for a minute, watching her, as her head ducks and her cheeks flare up at the admission.

"You mean... Ka"

Glódís swiftly nods, shushing the forward.

"Is that why she hasn't-"

She nods again.

The tips of her ears burn in shame under the taller German's gaze.

She hadn't meant to bring it up, but it just slipped out.

Karólína hadn't exactly reacted badly as such, but things between them haven't been the same since then, and with her being on loan now, they really spoken, if at all.

It still hurt, the look in her eyes as she tried her best to let her best friend down gently. Even then, months later, after the international break together, it still hurt.

After that, she'd sworn off dating teammates.

Hence, she hesitates to even think about pursuing anything with you.

She can't help the pang of hope she gets when you smile so brightly at her, though.

The sweet, charming, smooth tone you hold with her.

The way you hold her just a little bit longer and tighter than you do with the others.

But that's what she thought with Karólína, too.

And she was oh so wrong there.

So what's stopping her from being wrong now, right?

"That's why it can't happen, Lea. I'm not going through that again. I can't risk losing her or risk the team possibly being affected by it."

Lea smiles sympathetically at her captain, hand resting on her shoulder with a small squeeze.

It's silent between them for a few moments before the blonde speaks up again.

"Then don't worry about it. Now come on, I think it's time we get this rowdy lot home, it's nearing midnight."

Glódís sighs in appreciation and nods, looking over to the singing and dancing group of players followed by her gaze ultimately drifting over to you once more, returning the familiar warm smile she receives.

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"Alright, come on, time for you to go to bed, little miss."

There's a small giggle from the drunkenly slurring blonde as you walk her up to her front door, your hands rifling her pockets for her keys.

"You're so cute."

Giulia pokes your cheek with one finger, and you roll your eyes, ignoring the flush creeping up your neck when you hear Glódís' muffled laughter behind you.

You'd turn to give her a glare but you're a bit preoccupied.

"And you are very inebriated."

Finally acquiring the keys from her back pocket, which she giggles again and wiggles her eyebrows at you for, earning herself another eyeroll as you drag her inside finally.

"You sure you got her there?"

The amused chuckle from the doorway makes you groan as she watches your stubborn self herd the blonde woman, currently letting herself lean completely on you, into her bedroom to at least encourage her to bed for the night.

"I am perfectly capable, thank you."

You're sure she doesn't believe that, but you believe it enough yourself to give up and let the now giggling woman help you as she observes on your masterpiece of drunk person wrangling.

Said drunk person now dead weight in your arms whining about not wanting to go to bed yet, to which you just plop her on the mattress finally and despite her protests, she's asleep in seconds.

Turning to Glódís triumphantly, you catch her amused smirk.

"Yeah yeah, real funny. I'd like to see you do that."

She shrugs, shaking her head.

"You're the one that insisted on bringing her in yourself, without help."

Grumbling, you make sure Giulia is fully on the bed before dropping her keys by the door and exiting and locking it on the way out.

Now, the both of you are stood in the darkness outside, with the last of the girls dropped home already, a collaborative effort thanks to Pernille, Magda, both Lindas and Jovana.

It's just you and her, now.

It's a cool winter night, nearing the end of the season but still cold enough that you're half shivering in front of the older woman.

You're both silent, your eyes drifting over her features lit up under the faint glow of the street lamp.

You swear, she gets even prettier every day.

The subtle but sharp line of her jaw, the way her hair almost glows under the moonlight, and the soft pink tint to her cheeks from the cold all have your heart beating a little quicker.

The way her eyes sparkle as they scan yours from across the porch.

The way her lips quirk up slightly under your gaze, brow raising just a bit.

"You okay?"

Her words snap you out of your assessment, and you hum softly, quickly recovering.

"Just a little tired, let's get on home then, Darlin?"

She nods and turns to head towards her car.

It doesn't surprise her when you jog ahead of her to open the driver side door for her, having done it every single time now since leaving the club.

"Such a gentlewoman."

Apparently, she hadn't grown tired of it yet, so that's a start.

It's a soft teasing tone that you poke your tongue out at her at before jumping in the passenger side.

On the drive out to your place outside of the city, her arm rests on the centre console, lined up next to yours as you hum along to the song on the radio, gazing out the window but also occasionally glancing over at her, scanning her side profile.

If she can feel your gaze on her, she doesn't really react.

It remains quiet for most of the drive, with the occasional hum or murmur along with the music.

It's not an awkward silence, but one you both need after tonight's activities.

Every so often, your pinkies brush, and every time they do, there's a small jolt of electricity that shoots up you arm from where they meet.

The moment you're in your own driveway, you bid her a soft and sweet thanks with a gentle nudge and give her a small wink and wave as she pulls way again.

She's thankful you're not there to hear her most likely audible heart beating in her chest the rest of the way home again.

----

Her heart racing at everything you do doesn't stop that night.

In fact, it gets worse.

It feels like everything you do has it beating beyond her rib cage.

It frustrates her, actually.

Every time she gets placed on something she needs full focus and attention for, she's been perfect for, but if you're there next to her?

Forget it.

Media duties?

Sitting next to you, she can feel your leg occasionally brush hers, arms brushing on the table every time you set it down from making gestures and whatnot.

Coach speeches during half time?

It's like you're doing it on purpose knowing she can't focus when you're standing behind her, hands resting on her shoulders, warmth radiating against her back with how close you are.

At one point, she's convinced you are doing it on purpose when she looks back and up at you, head tilted to make eye contact with you with a brow kinked up as you look down at her with a small smirk and a wink.

The more it goes, the less she knows how to function around you.

Individual post game interviews?

Even with you just moving around her doing various interviews with different journalists. A small brush of shoulders here, a hand gliding across her lower back as you move past her there.

At this rate, she feels like she's drowning in you and she's not even trying to move away.

Paired up interviews?

It feels like she's at her wits end with this one.

You're brought in together for a two-on-one interview for some football media page she can't remember the name of. There, seated on a couch, you're not even really doing anything. Except for the arm you have over the back of the lounge, resting just behind her head.

You aren't seated so close that you're pressed together. But you are close enough she can smell your perfume and it's making her head spin a little.

Hell, she feels like she should be used to hearing you speak by now, but it still has her feeling like she can't think properly with you around.

How she plans on surviving this, she doesn't know, but all she knows if she doesn't do something, she's going to lose her mind.

----

You know you shouldn't do it.

Really.

There's not even a guarantee she likes you back right?

Still, you can't help teasing her a little.

She doesn't confront you about it, she doesn't tell you to stop and as far as you can tell, she's not uncomfortable.

Your captain has always been verbal about how she's feeling when she's talking to people...

Mostly.

But she never leans away from you, only ever receiving a flushed face or an eye brow in response at most.

You can tell it's flustering her though.

By the way she's so quick to hide her reddened cheeks.

It's in the most adorable way that she rolls her eyes at your teasing comments when she scores a pretty good goal.

Small touches here and there, innocent touches. Nothing more than brushes and occasional times of brushing away grass from her face after particularly rough tackles.

The soft smile and drawl flowing from you asking how she's holding up makes it worth it.

Even though you may not be able to kiss her, her smile? Totally worth it.

----

Glódís feels like she's at her breaking point right about now.

When she's getting distracted during a game, a champions league game at that, that's a major problem.

You're both lined up for offence on a free kick when you're pressed in between her and an opposition player while she pressures the player in front.

It takes one brush of your hands on her waist and she's distracted long enough to miss jumping for the header on time.

Instead, you make it to the header, the ball flying into the back of the net as you take off running in celebration, having broken the deadlock in the final minute of stoppage.

Which turns into celebrations of the win the moment the whistle blows for full time and you're piled on for saving the teams chances at a spot in the quarter final over PSG.

The screams of the home crowd are drowned out as she waits impatiently for the end of her on field media duties.

Being the captain sucked sometimes, but it had to be done.

The moment she's free, she's jogging straight over to you and you're being dragged away off the field before you can even realise what's happening.

You had your own media duties, ones that you were currently shirking right now not being out there.

The moment you realise it's Glódís, the protests you had ready die in your throat, left with minor confusion the further down the obscure hallways she drags you until you're both in a secluded area and you're shoved into a broom closet with the door slammed shut behind both of you.

"What's goin-"

It takes all of a moment for her to grab you by the collar and slam you against the door leaving you a little winded and confused.

"Whatever it is you're doing, needs to stop. You're driving me crazy."

"What are you-"

"Don't play dumb with me, every time you so much as come near me, you brush past me, you so much as stand near me, I can't think and it's like you damn well know it, too."

It suddenly clears up there. You definitely didn't weren't doing it entirely on purpose.

Well, maybe.

Okay, it may have been a little on purpose, but you had no idea she was this affected.

"Look, I can stop if it's making you uncomfortable but Glódís... I... I kind of really like you and..."

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Oh.

Well that changes things.

You actually like her?

You weren't just teasing her?

----

Before you can say much else, her hands cup your face and her lips are on yours in one movement.

Anticipating the action, your arms are around her in an instant, pulling her as close to you as possible, her body hot against yours despite the almost raging cold out on the pitch.

Her hands are firm on your face not letting you go for even a second, her lips fervent and sure as they move with yours.

It's only when you pull away for air that she finally relaxes into your hold for the first time.

Your hands are pressed into her lower back, hers now pressed into your shoulders as she looks slightly down at you, being just shorter than her by an inch.

The two of you just breathe for a moment, taking the moment in.

"You know. If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to was ask, Sweetheart."

She huffs.

"You're infuriating, you know that?"

There's a small guffaw on your face after that.

"What did I do?"

She almost believes the innocent look on your face.

The small upturn of your lips let's her know otherwise though.

"What didn't you do?"

And she kisses you again, slower and more tender this time, slowly pressing you back into the wall, slotting herself easily between your legs.

With your chest pressed to hers, you can finally feel the way her heart races, and she can finally feel yours, too.

There's always been something about you.

Guess it's just part of your charm.

----

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yuis-art · 1 year

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🏋🏼‍♀️ Gym Trainer: Abby Anderson x Fem!Plus size Reader🏋🏼‍♀️

{Hi! This is my first time writing! So hopefully u guys like it!!}

⭐️ This is a slow burn so sit back and relax, but there is definitely gonna be smut ⭐️

Btw I’m plus-size myself! So I wrote this for the plus sized girlies!!?!

Part 2 here: pt 2

Chapter one: The Meeting

< Proof read: kinda? >

“Ever since Highschool I’ve been so overweight dude and I really wanna do something about it.” You say on the phone talking to your friend Nora.

“Dude, literally come to the gym with me! You know I go to an all female gym, so you’ll feel more comfortable I promise.” Nora breathes more heavier, she’s already at the gym, she’s been running on the treadmill the whole damn time while talking to you.

“I don’t even know how you do that.”

“Do what?” She questions, still out of breathe.

“Dude how are you running on the treadmill and talking to me?”

“Oh, my friend Abby showed me how to increase my endurance while running!” You hear her pause the treadmill.

“Actually you know what, if you want too, I could introduce you to her! She’s a personal trainer at the gym! And she does classes. If you want too I could ask her if she wants an extra student!”

You hear Nora breathing heavy, you walk to your bathroom and look in the mirror at yourself.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Girl, I promise she’s chill. We met in college, we were dorm mates.”

You look in the mirror and sigh.

I mean you always wanted to better yourself, better your heath, and if Nora trust her, then you might as well give it a chance.

“Ok. Um.. ok! I’ll do it.”

“Yeah dude! Don’t worry you got this! What about tomorrow? That’s when she comes in; I’ll do the class with you I promise.”

You smile softly. “Ok! That’s fine, gotta go! But I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Ok, I’ll text you the address.”

Nora hangs up.

You look over at your wardrobe. “Damn, I need to go shopping.” You grab your keys and head outside to your car.

“Should I start buying healthy stuff, should I clean out my kitchen. Ughhh I don’t know, maybe this Abby knows how to do meal preps? I could ask her.”

You ponder as you make it to your destination. You pull up at a clothing store, searching for an outfit for the gym, even though you don’t need one you still wanna feel comfortable. All you own is baggy shirts and dirty joggers. But you wanted to at least look decent there.

You immediately head to the plus size section. “Hmmm..it’s not that busy in here.” You hold the clothes up the the mirror. “Ughhh. This is gonna look bad on me.” You say to yourself. “But it would help if I tried them on.”

You grab about 5 outfits. All 2x-3xls, you head into the dressing room.

You end up trying them on and each time you step out of the dressing room you look in the mirror in the hall. “Hmmmm..” you say to yourself. It’s an all light pink set with a matching sports bra and leggings. “Ugh, this looks bad on me, I might as well go with my joggers and shirt.” You turn around, “At least my ass looks good though.” You giggle to yourself, you also hear someone else giggle, you look up. At the end of the hallway of the dressing room entrance is a blonde, tall muscular women, she’s leaning on the wall watching you. Was she watching the whole time? Did she watch you try on each one? “I-I uh, sorry I didn’t know anyone else was back here!” You say as you grab your jacket and cover your top. “Don’t hide, you look good.” She says as she stops leaning and you see that she has a couple of clothes she’s gonna try on herself. She walks towards one of the dressing rooms, but she walks up to you first. “By the way.” She whispers a little close. “My favorite is the blue one, it looks great on you.” She smiles and walks into one of the rooms locking the door. You stand there blushing like crazy. You go back into your dressing room and cover your face. You start thinking to yourself. ‘Oh my god was she flirting..’ you start changing and you end up choosing the blue one, of course. ‘I must be delusional. She probably meant it as a compliment.’ You go to the check out with the blue gym wear in your hand. You see the muscular blonde walk out of the dressing rooms and she heads towards the line you’re in. You peek behind yourself, she’s texting someone. She looks up at you for a split second and you avert your eyes. You blush again and hold the blue gym wear close to your person. She looms over you, “which one did you go with?” You jump a little and you try to calm down; cause you’re wondering why is this beautiful hot women who is way out of tour league interested in what you’re buying. “I-I went with the blue one.” You say with a smile, holding up the outfit. She smiles at you, and holds up hers. “Cute. I’m glad.” She winks at you. You look down again, adverting eye contact. “Wh-which one did you choose.” She looks at you and smiles eagerly. “I chose orange, and the same blue color.” You smile. “Which gym do you go to?” She ask.

‘She’s gotta be interested in me, I’m not delusional.’ You think to yourself. “Well my friend, she invited me to a gym, and I’m taking my first class tomorrow with her!” You say with a nervous smile. “I think it’s called, like wolf something? I have no idea, but weird name.” The blondes eyes open widely. “So you’re the person Nora talks about?” Your eyes go wide. “N-Nora.. wait are you-“ “Abby, but abs for short.” She smiles and holds out her hand. Your face heats up and you go to grab her hand but the cashier yells at you. “Next in line!” You jump and quickly shake Abby’s hand. You say your name with a stutter, but surprisingly you got it out. You end up checking out and as soon as you’re about to leave, Abby stops you and grabs your shoulder.

“Wait here, I wanna talk to you.”

You blush and nod as you watch her check out. You study her for a moment. Her hands, the way she holds her self. Her black tank top. I know Nora talked about Abby once or twice but you didn’t expect her to be this hot. Abby grabs her bag and walks outside with you holding the door open for you. “I wanted you to know that I’m happy you chose my class! I promise I’m not scary, and I won’t be mean either. You got this yeah?” She says as she holds out a fist pump. You blush and look up at her. “Y-yeah!” You fist bump her back. She smiles. “I’ll see you around.” She begins to walk away, suddenly a burst of confidence comes thru you like a bolt. “Wait! Abby!” You stop her before she gets in her car. She looks over at you holding her car door open. “Not to sound weird, b-but what’s your number? Y-ya know just so I can ask you questions and stuff about the schedules and-“ Abby smiles and grabs her phone. “Usually I only give out my business number, but I’ll give you my direct line.” She says as she begins to say her phone number. You copy it down in your notes carefully. “Th-thank you Abby!” You say and you begin to walk to your car. As you get in you shut the door and kick your feet like crazy. “Oh my god, Nora did not tell me this trainer was a fucking goddess.” You get out your phone and quickly spam her.

You: NORA.

Nora: ?

You: YOU DID NOT TELL ME ABBY WAS THAT FUCKING HOT

Nora: HAHA, dude I could’ve sworn I shown you a pic of her.

You: WELL YOU DIDNT, I swear I have never seen a person that attractive, and omg, let me tell you what HAPPENED IN THE DRESSING ROOMCAUSE OMGMGMG

You tell Nora all about what happened and you begin driving home. Maybe it won’t be that bad, maybe it’ll be alright. Abby seems nice enough. You have hope.

authors notes: THANK YOU FOR READING PART ONE AHH, let me know if I should finish this!!

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skrunklydoo · 5 months

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working on a monster high ninjago AU!

the characters are students at monster high and are all different monster species! here’s the ghoul squad (+ some other main characters), nicknamed the ninja by teachers, under the cut:

characters in brackets are who they’re replacing (some have two characters they’re replacing) + info about ships

zane julien: the new ghoul at school. a robot, he can remove his limbs at will (frankie stein/abbie bominable, pixane (pixal x zane))

jay walker: a 1600-year-old anxious, jumpy and somewhat impulsive vegan vampire (draculaura, plasmashipping (kai x jay))

cole brookstone: the overprotective and brave werewolf of the ghoul squad. fashion designer (clawdeen wolf, lost/geodeshipping (cole x geo))

lloyd garmadon: a normie-presenting (a normie is a human in the monster high universe) dragon-oni-human hybrid who initially bullies zane but gradually grows close to him (cleo de nile, aromantic-asexual lloyd, platonic garmagoths (lloyd, harumi and morro))

kai smith: a fire elemental-water monster hybrid (more fire elemental than water monster) and nya’s brother (clawd wolf/heath, plasmashipping)

nya smith: a fire elemental-water monster hybrid (more water monster than fire elemental), the school’s champion swimmer and kai’s sister (lagoona blue, amber phoenix (nya x skylor))

harumi jade: a boogeyman tomboy lesbian biker girl. a good friend of lloyd’s. that’s all i have to say for harumi (deuce gorgon, platonic garmagoths, her and lloyd aren’t dating in this AU)

geo goyle: a gargoyle from screamtaro (the AU equivalent of shintaro) who was shunned for being a hybrid of a geckle and a munce gargoyle (rochelle goyle/neighthan rot, lost/geodeshipping)

p.i.x.a.l. borg: a matchmaking bone elemental-robot hybrid who runs the school’s relationship advice radio show with her boyfriend (c.a. cupid/robecca steam, pixane)

morro: a ghost and the co-manager/co-writer of the school gossip page, the ghostly gossip. one of lloyd’s good friends along with harumi (spectra vondergeist, citrusshipping (morro x echo zane), platonic garmagoths)

echo zane julien/mr. e: a frankenmonster and co-manager/co-writer of the ghostly gossip. when angered, he transforms into mr. e, an overprotective biker. zane’s brother (jackson jekyll & holt hyde, citrusshipping)

vania: a plant monster-ghost hybrid and former princess of screamtaro before she moved to monster high after the whole skull sorcerer thing (venus mcflytrap)

chen the cheerleader: the overconfident and arrogant werecat leader of the fearleading (cheerleading) squad (toralei)

sora: a tortured teen werecat pop star from imperium who eventually joins the ninja with her best friend arin (catty noir)

arin: a boogeyman who, with sora, joins the people he idolised the most (twyla boogeyman)

sensei wu: the dragon(ish) headmaster of monster high (headmistress bloodgood)

misc ships in the AU: nightshade (chamille x tox) and dark thinking (neuro x shade)

if you have any questions on where other characters fit in this AU, please let me know!!

also thank you @lonleyzodiac for giving me almost all of the ideas for this THANMK YOU

this AU is mostly focused on g1 monster high but some elements from g3 will probably be sprinkled in too

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tumb1rspectra · 10 months

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Hello Ghouls and Mansters everywhere! I happened upon a small juicy scoop while exploring the ghostly web!

Apparently, word is in that our very own Toralei stripe will be making an appearance on Garrets limited print shop!

And, if y’all boos ask politely enough, Eterniadreams might be willing to host our favorite Garrett!

So ghostly followers, take this message with a grain of salt! Ask, but do not spam! And as always,

I’m Tumblr Spectra, and I report the news.

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gothicgender · 8 months

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Alicia Spinnet

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

Dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna Lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Luna

Molly x Arthur Weasley

Bill x Fleur

Draco x Astoria

Angelina x Alicia

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

#hazbin hotel #creepypasta #harry potter #monster high #teen titans #writing

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#monster high #cleo de nile #deuce gorgon #draculaura #clawdeen wolf #clawd wolf #holt hyde #jackson jekyll #frankie stein #twyla boogieman #howleen wolf #lagoona blue #gil webber #abby bominable #heath burns #spelldon cauldronello #kieran valentine

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if heaven and hell decide (Tommy Shelby x OC) Part One

A little hesitant to post this but oh well. This is based off an RP I did with my bestie, so shout-out to her! (Hi bitch, I know you're reading this!)

"Abigail! Abbie, we're going to get in trouble!" In the brightly lit dressing room of The Blue Devil nightclub, Abigail Bellamy merely smiled into the mirror as she touched up the last of her make-up. Her cousin’s protests washed over her as she listened to the sounds of the audience outside, murmuring in anticipation like a hive. Despite her nerves, there was excitement mingled in there too, fizzing away like champagne in the pit of her stomach. She so rarely got excited these days, it was an almost overwhelming feeling now. Especially since in a few minutes, she’d be stepping out onstage to sing in front of a bunch of strangers. The Blue Devil wasn't exactly the sort of place your typical high-society girl ought to be, but then, that was the entire point of all this. She still hadn’t gotten a straight answer out of Maude about how she’d managed to learn of this place, or knew they were looking for a new singer, but Abigail knew not to ask too many questions. Anyway, Maude liked to be a little on the mysterious side and Abigail liked her for that, that she was also not a woman who liked to play by the rules.

"Trouble only happens if you get caught," Abigail said to Eliza’s reflection, tucking a small flower behind her ear, the vibrant red of its petals the only splash of colour on her. For tonight, she'd picked a silver dress that shimmered like fish scales. When she stood beneath the spotlight, she'd shine like a diamond. "I don't plan on getting caught."

Eliza bit her lip, worriedly. Sometimes, Abigail didn't know why she bothered including Eliza in her whims. Perhaps she just wanted to encourage the girl to live a little instead of doing everything her father told her to, to have a bit more excitement than just going on social calls. Wherever Abigail went, she always heard, "But what will people think?" from Eliza, reliable as clockwork.

"Just go sit in the crowd and wait for me, if you're so nervous," Abigail instructed her, giving her lips a quick coating of lipstick, smacking them together. "I'll come find you when I'm finished, we can have a drink, then go back home. It will be like we were never gone."

"Oh, I'll handle the drinks," said Maude, tall and dark-haired and Abigail’s partner in crime, with a grin. "And the men, if they come knockin'. Come on, Liz."

Eliza glanced worriedly back at Abigail, but they left her alone in the dressing room, the door shutting behind them, muffling the audience just a few feet and a thin wall away. Abigail examined herself critically. The other girls here all had that short, curly hair that was so fashionable, so she hoped her longer, blonde hair would make her memorable and not too old-fashioned. Her nose wrinkled as she slid the necklace she was wearing around to the front, fussing with it to make sure the clasp was hidden away.

Remember, just let the words do the work. She reminded herself, making herself take a deep, steadying breath.

"Miss Imogene?" called a stagehand. "It's nearly time!"

"Yes, thank you," Abigail called back, and the pseudonym she’d picked out to do this calmer, her somehow. Whatever happened tonight it wasn’t really her, it was Miss Imogene onstage, so if this all ended in a whimper instead of a bang, then she could just go home and pretend it never happened. She rose to her feet.

"Showtime." ~

“No.”

A simple word, and spoken softly, but when dropping Tommy Shelby's lips it carried the weight of a brick wall, stopping the request dead in its tracks. He tapped the end of his cigarette against the crystal tray, lifting his gaze from it to the two men sitting across from him. He did not venture out to clubs like this too often. There was too much demanding his attention back in Small Heath and London, and he was beginning to wish he had insisted more on the two men across from him had met him on his turf after all.

“We invited ye here in good faith, Mr. Shelby,” said the squat Irishman. 'We could do some good work together if you'd just- “

“No.”

Tommy had come to The Blue Devil, he'd sat, and he'd listened to what these IRA men had to offer. It wasn't much. He didn't want to get involved with the Fenian bastards and their holy war. He was a businessman, and not in the act of charitably funding dewy-eyed, berserker Irish patriots. Promising to drive more business his way from their comrades in arms was like offering to shit all over his porch and charge him for it.

His curiosity was sated, and he was done listening. He tossed a pound note on the table. It was too much, but he didn't feel like digging out change. He knocked back the rum, which was at least passably good, and turned to leave.

Just as he did, the lights lowered, and a slow, melancholy tune rolled out from the curtained stage, much to the rest of the audience’s approval. Tommy turned his head.

A woman stood there, her dress catching the light, winking like coins. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant knot behind her head, but strands of pale blonde contrived to escape from it, drifting about a pale, pretty face. Tommy wasn't a frequent visitor of The Blue Devil. He was most comfortable in the Peaky Blinder-run pubs in his own territory. He made a note to revise that decision. None of his pubs or clubs boasted singers.

Certainly not singers who looked and sounded like that.

He settled himself at another table, this one swiftly vacated by a couple of factory workers who recognised the head of the Shelby family when they saw him. He could finish his cigarette before he went out into the rain, he reasoned, gaze settled firmly on the woman glittering on stage like a crystal chandelier given life.

No harm in that. Her lips parted, lyrics filling the air to join the smoke, a song that was a heady combination of melancholy and yearning, tugging on heartstrings the wat a harpist plucks at her harp.

“Don't leave, I just need a wake-up call...”

Don't leave. Those were words he'd debated saying to Grace, except he'd never had the chance to say them. The moment had been snatched from him, and then she was gone, and he was fucked. Tommy blew out a stream of smoke to join the low-slung cloud forming over their heads.

That's no fucking club singer, he thought, eyeing the girl and her fine-spun gown. On the stage, Abigail’s nerves from before were melting away. The audience were staring at her in fascination, and it made her feel…good. Like for the first time in a long time, people were actually seeing her. It was funny, but not many of Abigail's acquaintances knew she could sing like this. No doubt if they knew, they'd try to cajole her into standing in the drawing room and belt out some ghastly pre-War jingle or a whimsical Edwardian ditty. The notion of singing for stuffy old men who just viewed it as a trick, like a dog who could stand on its hind legs, disgusted her beyond reason.

Her eyes skimmed out over the crowd, and she did recognise a few or two, mostly from what she'd seen in the papers. Her gaze drifted to a man sitting on his own - one of the only ones doing so in the club, actually, which was why she looked. She didn't see much, thanks to the gloom, but she could almost feel the eyes on her. When the notes left her mouth, the words flowed as smooth as water, drifting around the club with the aid of the microphone. Summoning up that feeling - that wistful melancholy that had struck her when she first heard the song, was easy.

All she had to do was picture James. She could dimly see Eliza and Maude from where she stood, huddled at a table near the front, one looking nervous and the other amused and smiled as she continued, the spotlight throwing winkling little lights off her dress.

When the song ended, she felt a peculiar humming in her chest. There was a pause.

Then the applause started, like falling rain on an awning. Abigail knew that some powerful men hung around these clubs, so she merely smiled coyly into the crowd. She liked the idea of them wondering who the mysterious singer “Miss Imogene” was, though they’d likely never find out her real name. She spun, the skirts of her dress glittering as she glided offstage, smiling to herself at the applause and whistles still being aimed at her back. She let go of a big breath once she stepped backstage, surprised to find her hands were shaking. She was alone for only a moment before a figure came, striding up to her, smiling widely.

"Miss Imogene!" the club owner said, ruddy red face shining even in the dim lighting. "That was - I mean, your audition sounded just fine, but that..."

"Oh, well…" Abigail demurred, picking the rose from behind her ear and twirling it between her fingers, looking down at it and trying not to look too please with herself.

"Would you come back?" he asked, then cleared his throat, obviously trying not to look too eager. An exchange of restrained reactions.

"I might," Abigail hummed, tilting her head. "If the price was right. Here, why don't you take my card?"

She reached for her purse and fished out a little card with the telephone number of her house on it. She handed it over with a placid smile.

"Once you figure that out, call me," Abigail said, drifting past him to get changed. She knew her father had probably gone to bed with a brandy and likely wouldn't wake up, but Eliza was probably going to have a hysterical fit if they stayed beyond midnight. ~

Tommy crooked his fingers behind his head. A moment later, a waiter appeared at his side, bending down to hear his quiet words.

“Who was that?” he asked, gesturing toward the stage with his cigarette.

The waiter hesitated. It usually didn't bode well when a powerful man or gang leader started inquiring after the female performers. There were certain misconceptions that were hard to smooth over without pissing off the mogul. The owner of The Blue Devil didn't like putting the girls in awkward positions, but money talked.

“That was Miss Imogene,” he said. “She's just visiting, sir. I mean, she's not...not...”

“I wasn't askin' you for a whore,” Tommy said, blue eyes finally cutting toward the waiter. “I just wanted to know who she was. Send 'er a drink. Champagne or creme de menthe or whatever shite she drinks.”

The waiter swallowed nervously, bobbed his head, and hurried backstage to deliver the drink and the compliments of one Mr. Thomas Shelby. ~

"Abbie! I was right, silver looks divine on you!" cooed Maude, who was looking rather pleased with herself. Abigail noticed her lipstick was smudged and smirked – drink or had she found a gentleman on the dark to lock lips with? "Lovely song, darling."

"Oh, thank you, sweetie," Abigail replied, her tone laced with a kind of drawling, light-hearted sarcasm that she always spoke with. She found that when in doubt, just make people unsure as to whether you were being serious. “Can we leave now?” Eliza asked, shifting from foot to foot, her coppery hair growing frizzy with the humidity of the club. “Give me a minute to change, Liza!” Abigail exclaimed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. “Bloody hell.”

Honestly, didn’t she have any sense? Of course, she wasn’t going to drive back home in this dress, it was not the sort of outfit that made it easy to sneak back home in. She disappeared behind the divider screen with a dramatic sigh. Still, it was a bit of a relief to wriggle out of the dress – slender as Abigail was, it was a very binding gown. She made a mental note as she dragged the stubborn little zipper down to find something that was slightly less pressure on her ribs next time. She hoped there was a next time. As Abigail had put on her normal clothes and tucked away her hair beneath a hat, a waiter approached them, looking awfully sweaty. Abigail frowned, confused. She didn’t remember ordering anything else, and Maude and Eliza both looked surprised to see him too.

"Yes?"

"Ah, um, champagne for you, madam," the waiter stammered, handing her the glass. "From one Thomas Shelby."

Abigail cocked an eyebrow, looking down at the drink, which had a cherry sitting at the bottom of the fruit, startling red against the pale liquid.

"I don't know a Mr. Thomas Shelby," she said, slowly, making the other two giggle. Nevertheless, Abigail picked up the glass, cool against her fingertips, and raised it to her lips.

"Abbie, don't!" Eliza instructed her. "It could have...something...in it!"

"It most certainly doesn't!" the waiter said, looking most offended.

Abigail merely cocked her eyebrows and gulped it back, catching the cherry between her teeth before it hit her tongue. The champagne fizzed down her throat and she hiccupped, before breaking out in a giggle, Maude and Eliza also following suit. Abigail smiled, popping off the cherry stem and swallowing it, and handed the empty glass back to the waiter.

"Tell Mr. Thomas Shelby he has my...thanks," Abigail said, leaving a dramatic pause. "Although, if he wants to impress a girl in future, I'm sure he can afford a whole bottle."

Eliza looked scandalised, but Maude smirked in approval – she liked a drink and would never have been content with just one glass. “Abigail, let’s go.” Eliza hissed at her. “The car is waiting.” Abigail sighed, but she could concede that she had done what she’d come here to do and to stay longer may be inviting trouble. So, with a tight smile at the sweaty waiter, she followed Eliza down the corridor where there was a side door for the acts to slip out away from the audience, flanked by Maude. “Well, that was something.” Maude remarked as she opened the door and flung herself, nearly shutting her lavender scarf in the door and flinging it around her neck with a cackle of laughter. “They don’t make them like that at the Derby, that’s for sure.” “I, for one, cannot wait to go home and put the night behind me.” Eliza sniffed. Maude snorted and flapped a hand at her. “Spoilsport.” Abigail, still stuck on her performance and the mysterious gifted of her champagne, didn’t join in the conversation but instead glanced back at The Blue Devil through the window, amused and not a little curious, before the car bore them into the night. ~

Tommy raised an expectant eyebrow when the waiter returned, looking thoroughly chagrined. He cleared his throat.

“Miss Imogene um...thanked you for the champagne, Mr. Shelby. She had to hurry away to another performance...”

Tommy smoked in silence for almost a full minute, watching the sweat bead on the waiter's forehead. Finally, he tapped out his ash and sat up straight.

“No, she didn't. Tell me.”

The waiter cleared his throat, looking like he wanted the parquet floors to open up and swallow him whole. He fussed with his apron.

“Miss Imogene drank the champagne you sent, Mr. Shelby, but she said that she'd never heard of you and...and If you really wanted to impress her, you'd have sent a whole bottle.”

The waiter finished in a whimper. Tommy stared at the empty stage for a moment, then gave a low laugh.

“Did she.”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby. She's not from around here, she doesn't know...”

“Fetch a bottle of whiskey. Irish,” he instructed, cutting the waiter off. The man hurried away, looking like a convict who'd just escaped the noose.

He smirked.

“Miss Imogene…”

#Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders Fanfic #Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby x OC #Fanfiction

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