#I had to be the first person on the dance floor lmfao

[queeriboh]

last night was funnnnn

[munivrse]

so 🧍I had a sudden thought abt experient bada n innocent reader where bada start trying out what kind of kinks turn on reader, but like, she does it cautiously, pet names here and there, trying out biting, risking some degradion maybe? hehe and she observe every reaction waiting for the time she can start abusing them until reader gives in🤭

this got me giggling and kicking my feet LETS GOOOOO

it really would start so cautious like she usually calls you "baby" "sweetheart"... throw a "honey" in every once in a while.

but then she starts calling you "princess" and like... its not necessarily out of character but you're like 😳 okay

your eyes dart up to hers the first time she says it and you get a little flushed so shes like! great!

now yall know i believe in corruption kink bada lee supremacy so

she thinks its so cute when she bites at your lip while you kiss

the first time she does it, its out of instinct- immediately she's like "baby- i'm so sorry. did it hurt?"

but then you were avoiding her eyes! so she grabbed your jaw a pressed a light kiss against your lips,

"did it hurt, princess?"

you look up at her, pupils dilated. you hesitantly nod but

she leans down and kisses you again, biting your lip once more.

this time you let out a small moan.

and bada just grins against your lips,

check!

she kisses down your neck, nibbling just below your ear

you grab at her hair and squeeze,

check!

now you're in the practice room.

she's just finished her joint class for "on my mama"

and you just kept staring at her through the entirety of her teaching, she was so focused.

you kinda got a little sad that she wasnt paying attention to you as much.

so when she's finishing up her choreo, she points at you and runs her hand down her hat (yall know wtf im talking about)

everyone is filing out and you're stood by the back mirror waving as people leave

finally the last student exits and bada closes the door behind them,

"how'd you like it?"

and you give her a passive "it was good."

she strides over to you, standing so close you were forced to lean your back against the mirror.

"just good?"

"it was great. i dont know what you want me to say."

bada mentally looks through her own personal kinks and- she found one!

she slots her leg between yours, grabbing your hips and pulling them towards her, effectively making you grind against her thigh.

your cheeks flush and she can see you gulp,

she leans down real close,

"my pretty girl wanted some attention, didn't she."

and you shyly nod- bada thinks youre so fucking cute like this.

she keeps her hands on your hips, moving you up and down her thigh.

"i'm so sorry baby, you want me to give you some now?"

you whimper and nod.

and thats how she eats you out on the floor of the dance studio!

check!

and her favorite one of all-

you've gotten so comfortable with her that you can ask her to have sex with you, but its still very hard.

she's got her headphones on, bobbing her head as she maps out her choreo.

her tongue pokes out every once in a while to wet her lips- she knows you're staring at her.

she specifically twirls her pencil through her fingers because she knows how much you like her hands.

so imagine her surprise when you insert yourself on her lap!

now shes the one blushing lmfao but she gathers herself!

she shifts her headphones so that one ear is uncovered-

"...yes?"

you are silent but your eyes are asking for something.

"think you can give me a couple more minutes?"

and this time you have the nerve to sigh and roll your eyes and oh-

lets test out another one!

"you're acting like a fucking brat."

bada scans your eyes for anything other than lust, but she doesn't find anything.

she continues,

"ready to slut yourself out whenever you want- you dont take into consideration anyone but yourself."

bada brings a hand to your jaw and pulls your face close to hers,

"i'm gonna teach you patience today. that okay with you, princess?"

and thats how you ended up getting edged for half an hour while bada fingered you in front of the mirror in your bedroom.

degradation... check!

edging... check!

this last one happened on accident.

you and bada finally went to a shop together and bought a strap- bada already had one but she wanted you to pick something for yourself.

she's taking you from behind, hands gripping your hips as she's rolling her own into you.

you're gripping the sheets under you, crying out so fucking loud that bada needs you to be quiet.

so she does what any sane person would do and she grabs you from the scuff of your neck, yanks you back towards her, curls her hand from the back of your neck to cover your throat and squeezes

"shut up and take it baby, take it like a good whore would."

and she didnt even mean for those words and actions to slip out

but when she sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth drop open in a silent moan, drool ready to spill from the corner of your mouth-

she knows you were made for her.

anddddd scene!

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Script: Meraki Thoughts and Notes, ACT I

...Remember when I said if we don't get something new I'll reach the phase where I dissect the movie frame to frame?

Yeah so I did decide to annotate the bloody script I am that obsessed, will put this into either two parts or three parts, this is from the start to Paris

Highlight:

Red: Deleted Scenes

Yellow: Different from the movie

Blue: Fun/Interesting Movement Descriptions

Green: Extra Information of character/set

Right off the bat, we have a deleted scene

I need someone to enlighten me about these markings: what do the numbers and letters mean? I searched online and it said that numbers means a scene, but what counts as one scene? And what is the letter then?

Again, three more deleted scenes, what the fuck. And why is the first one labelled 1? Was the movie originally supposed to start there before they added the receiving line in re-shoots?

Henry was shaking a person's hand when Alex comes up to him in the movie

TRIES TO LICK IT???? ALEX THE FUCK

Also note how the frosting thing is before "tell me something" here but after that line in the movie: In the movie, Henry didn't not see any of the frosting shenanigans since he turned away to greet someone else. The script doesn't state what Henry's doing while Alex fucks up

Two more deleted scenes!!! One of which should be Aneesh's favourite scene to film where Alex asks her how much trouble does she think he's in

Canonical Zahra and Ellen age

Ellen staring at Alex was not in the final cut, we go from the credits directly to Ellen's line. Also the "killing him" is sort of a book reference: P28 Ellen: "all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term"

TWO MORE DELETED SCENES WHAT THE FUCK

ANOTHER ONE

Ah so that's why Taylor's post of him in "Kensington Gardens" captioned “IT'S ALL LUSHHH”

Huh, he's awed

Nick improvised Henry's "Both" line

Clench teeth not that visible in the actual scene but we get the message

"Juicy photo" what the fuck

"This won't be fun" about that Alex....

Two more, one of which is the Cornetto scene, what's the other one?

Obviously we did not get this line about the outlets in the movie, but also ??? Do American outlets not have lights? Is he talking about this thing? (the red part is a light)

Henry you're enjoying yourself aren't you

ANOTHER ONE

Well this is a mess

"Essentially Spooning" WHAT

I feel like "isn't entirely unsexy" is from the book but I can't remember???

"The most shit-eating of grins"

He didn't wave, he did the V hands. That was probably Taylor lol

Canonical Oscar Age! So both Oscar and Ellen are 55, let's say movie Alex is 25 then Jesus Christ he's right they were babies when they had Alex

ANOTHER ONE I'M SOBBING AT HOW MANY AT THIS POINT

Firstprince Book list!!!

So this is the opposite in the movie: Henry was the one to turn around and face up instead of Alex, Alex was staring at imaginary Henry the whole time until he went to press "hang up" on his phone, on his other side

what the fuck 😭

Canon Percy Age: 24!

He was in fact wearing a white blazer with black swirls (I really liked that outfit).

"Percy is just as impressive as his clothes" HELL YEAH

"coppery-mustard"

"knowing smirk" the fuck

POST WALLFLOWER LMFAO

"dancing his ass off" love your word choice Matthew

"subtly bops to the music" yup, somehow think that applied to Nick at parties too

Aww Alex finds it "ridiculously endearing"

"even sexier midnight kiss" lmfao

"crestfallen" awww nooo Henry bbg :(

"Everyone's hands are on him, wanting a piece of ACD"... huh.

WHAT IS IT NOW

"They look so right together"

"panic growing in his chest, genuine fear crossing his face" HENRY　😭

"utterly gobsmacked" again, interesting choice of words, but accurate

TWO MORE WHAT THE FUCK

Alex was not on the floor, he was stretching against the sofa, I feel like that's a Taylor thing, but also he needs to see the TV on the wall

AGAIN????? MATTHEW!!!!

"Young James Bond" YUP

"entranced by Henry"

THREE???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

"trying out the perfect suave and sophisticated pose to greet Henry" ends up just standing straight

Can you fucking imagine the table read and Matthew saying "and THEY GO AT IT BABY"

"raw and aggressive and hot -- like they're trying to eat each other"

Note that the movement description didn't mention lifting Henry on the table or Alex hitching his thigh up, so that was designed on set

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CLOSE-UP????

“Gently” are we sure about that

"the bluest balls on the planet" lmfao

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE DELETED HERE OH MY GOD

"utterly devasting" yup

Okay there's a lot of differences here: Henry doesn't close the door, Alex grabs Henry's waist not vice verse, Henry kissed down his neck and chest after this dialogue and they tumble over the sofa, but also how to you expect him to kiss Alex's chest while simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt when they're both verticle

"J Crew finest" straight from the book

"The power of his thighs", "his arse bouncing hard in the saddle"

"who has never been so jealous of a saddle" OH MY GOD PFFTTT

I guess 55 is the extended polo scene with Bea and Pez

"attack each other" "pawing"

"Alex can't decide where to put his hands because he wants to put them everywhere at once" Istg this is a book line but I can't find it at the moment, will update when I do

YANKS in all caps

"Their meals are gone" So the photos from Matthew's BTS post where they had their meals was before this scene? But there isn't a deleted scene before or after the Paris cafe scene in the script?

Henry is charmed, huh

"whistles in amazement"

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO WINK?

Alex didn't laugh, we start the hotel scene with his back to the camera

"Henry wraps his arms around him" ... sorta? But in the movie it's Alex's shoulders

"on Henry's chest" okay yeah so this was for short Alex, TZP would have to contort himself to do that

In the movie we only see Henry undressing

(Dammit two more images but I reached the posting limit, hang on)

[maopll]

Happy to see requests are open again.

May I request Yuuji, Megumi and Gojo with a reader who's got a cursed technique that allows her to manipulate weather, the time of day and seasons?

One moment it's a hot summer day but with a tap of her foot, it turns into a cold winter.

At the tip of my fingers

| jujutsu kaisen !

⌗:, a/n: stronger than gojo reader? I'd fall for her if she was indeed there. I love power couple.

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:, pairings: yuuji, megumi & gojo w/ fem!reader

,,You never really thought cursed technique was anything special. sure you could manipulate weather according to your wishes but most people used you for that fact. so why is he surprised ?... main character moment lmfao

YUUJI

You never told him about your cursed technique and it never dawned upon him as well. so he was just as surprised and amazed like the other first years when he saw your sheer strength. the cursed spirit and you were fighting in a sunny place but a stromy scene was your best choice. thunders, rain and electrocution. what could be better than that? and ofcourse it instantly git exorcised. his jaw dropped to the floor. his girlfriend is so strong! he needs to get stronger too! and after seeing your power he just got this boost of motivation. I mean you are indeed his very source of motivation from the beginning.

whenever you two would go on dates, if it is ever raining or too windy, you would switch to a warm yet comfortable weather. when you two would be sweating, no worries the next moment gentle breeze is blowing to cool you two off. he especially loves seeing you dance in the rain with him when you would switch the weather to raining. its his favourite past time...maybe a hobby of his by now. he aspires to get stronger as he has a family he wants to protect...that he has to protect

GOJO

He was already the only person who was strong but when he saw your powers in action? damn looks likes match made in jujutsu. You two had known eachother for some time back when he was 17. you two were first years together taught by Yaga. he did like how you looked when he first met but when he saw you ruthlessly obliterate a Grade 1 cursed spirit without breaking a sweat? oh now he has a competition.

However, all in all, he truly liked how unique and beautiful your cursed technique was, being able to change weather and all that. One time sunny another time snowing. its mind blowing infact the two of you can actually use both of your cursed techniques to create a very formidable environment. his limitless and your cursed technique. now that he is now in love with you and an adult he looks back to those fond memories he made with you when you two were still learning. even now you two would goof around and have picnics just to spend time since both of you are quite busy. and he can't miss an opportunity to see his beloved girlfriend in a sun dress ;)

MEGUMI

He has already seen two powerful people in his team. Yuuji and gojo, and then you tagged along. although he did feel a bit inferior when he saw how effortlessly you managed to fight two to three cursed spirits at the same time. he thought he really wouldn't be able to do it and get on the same level as you. then you told your boyfriend who was almost about to back up that "ever heard of the phrase 'a fool will never know what he's capable of unless he tries it?' " now he has seen you angry but not annoyed. you knew how strong megumi was and he could be even stronger than this.

so you pushed him to daily training with you unless there were some missions. he did improve a lot after the rehabilitation chamber incident, and you helped him get stronger. he is really grateful to you for being there with him. he absolutely enjoys when you change the weather to snowing. you two make snowmans and have snow fights. although he doesn't have a favourite weather that you change the current weather to windy and snowing will always be his favourite. it just hits home to him, apparently. you never have any problems with your dates because you can just change the weather to a perfectly sunny one with just a snap of your fingers. you two even use a carpet to have magic rides during the middle of the night since you can manipulate weather you can also manipulate wind. ofcourse you can't forget to take his divine dogs on a night ride of the beautiful starry sky !

[here2bbtstrash]

ALRIGHT. i got my brainrot list of 50+ songs down to.... still too many, probably 😂 but i'm decently satisfied with these finalists 🥰

tiny disclaimer that these are just MY favorites! this is in no way meant to be all-encompassing so don't come yell at me about forgetting something. there are some obvious songs that aren't on here bc i had to pare the list down, and frankly i live in the back half & japanese albums of bangtan's discography so that's gonna be where most of my favorites are!!! you can MAKE YOUR OWN LIST if you disagree with me 👹

with that out of the way, i present to you, my hobi hoes: ~my favorite hoseok vocal moments~ - join me under the cut, won't you? 🌹

jamais vu: starting here bc this is the one that gave me the brainrot 😵‍💫 his super low melody on his verses at 0:23 and 1:46 (sounds even better in this live version omg) and then the backing vocals on the final chorus???? slut me all the way out. i'm obsessed with this subunit frankly

for youth: A PERSONAL FAVE I JUST WHEIUGHRKRJGDFG he's so smooooooth with it !!! and giving srs milf energy in this performance lmao (i'm also obsessed with his dance moves in this one !!!)

i like it: clears my skin every time 😩 just such a fun little bop of a verse, and he fucking eats it live!!!

tomorrow: listen, if there's one thing hobi's gonna do it's have insane breath control. bc tell me how my man went from rolling around on the floor doing choreo for his life to hitting notes at the BOTTOM of his register like 30 seconds later? do you know how much fucking air that takes???? ok i'm done being a voice nerd i'm just never not impressed at his vocal stamina. that shit is HARDDDDDD!!!!

spine breaker: this is just one of my favorite bangtan songs i won't even lie lmao 🙈 i live for them nasty low notes ty goodbye (and tae and jin sound SO GOOD here too wweeeeoooowww)

equal sign: i mean come on, i can’t not mention it. i’ll never forget hearing the chorus and those sweet high notes for the first time - i fell out of my damn chair lmaooooo. love that he traverses nearly the whole range of his voice in this one - and the technique on his mixing up there makes me so happy like that shit has some weight to it!!!!

lights: the japanese singles will always do what needs to be done i swear!!!! i fucking love this verse i want to eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner. so effortless, so bouncy and pretty 🥺 (i also feel this way about stay gold and for you but i was trying to have self-control and not put every japanese single on here BUT THERE U GO)

save me: these lines always put a smile on my face but like SPECIFICALLY this tiny desk version - that live hopekook harmony just lights up every fucking atom in my body 😩 they sound incredible

rain: IT'S ONLY LIKE TWO SUNG LINES BUT I PROMISE THAT SHIT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE

born singer: i fucking can't get enough of the tone of his voice in this one and i die over how emotional he looks when he does it live??? and ~we go, we go, we go~ is hobi all over, so catchy and fun

you never walk alone: there’s a lot of stuff showcasing the ends of hobi’s range on this list but i looooove me some MID-RANGE HOBI and my god. he belts this so open and free with so little tension wheuihegkdjg. if he ever wanted to take his solo albums in a more pop or even rock direction i’d eat it the fuck up, he absolutely has the voice for it!!! (for further evidence, see this part of outro: wings)

24/7=heaven: HONESTLY i blush when this song comes on my headphones and i’m in public lmaoooo. he’s so smooth, so playfully teasing, the “daaaaarling”????? would scream like a fangirl if i heard this live, bark bark bark

airplane pt.2: ahhhh yes. this will forever be the verse that makes me a whore. it’s a pavlovian response at this point. i hear gureum wireul maeil and my tongue is out, it is what it is. (also further evidence for hobi's insane vocal stamina bc he literally does NOT STOP MOVING lmfao)

path: it is literally HOMOPHOBIC that this song isn't on spotify 😩 but wooooof his entire verse is just insane, the flip from gorgeous low notes to growly rap to lovely open chest voice in the span of like 4 lines????? HOW HOBI! HOW!

mama: TAKE ME TO CHURCH!!! i am gonna be so real, i cannot watch this video without crying omg. talk about heartfelt and singing with your everything. plus the ad libs he throws in like it's nothing???? ALL ROUNDER SHIT!

blood sweat & tears: I MEAN this chorus is just iconic and then he came back and killed the verse too?!?! HELLO!!!!! i couldn’t not include this song, BST was like THEEEEE jihope era imo

epilogue: young forever: SPEAKING OF SONGS THAT MAKE ME CRY LOL - it makes me so happy that they gave hobi the emotional BUILDUP of this song because man he fucking sells it. this song makes me sob like a baby and his verse is entirely to blame 😭

OKAY I AM FORCING MYSELF to stop here 🙈 what do you think??? what's on YOUR list???? let me know~ 💌

[thetimecrystal]

the concert report to end all concert reports

and i am back!!! without thinking, back in like... december and january, i got thursday passes for øya festivalen (the 10th) because blur was headlining and tickets for depeche mode at telenor arena (the 11th)

so noel and i got a hotel room and made a trip™ out of it! but read on as i try to make sense of what has just happened to me (i probably slept a combined 10 hours over the nights and just took a nap. bear with me lmfao)

so øya first! we headed in about midday because we're probably seeing someone who went on super early back here, but the first artist we saw was ARY, a norwegian singer who noel quite likes! and y'all... she was SO GOOD. we're quite used to seeing bands, so seeing someone with choreo and hairography had my jaw on the floor. 100% recommend to check her out, the bass on her set probably shook the anxiety out of my body.

after that, we got some food and went exploring. øya is fucking massive, i'd assume one of norway's biggest festivals next to tons of rock, and there were so many artists to see and so many booths to go to.

as we were exploring, we headed towards the amphitheater where blur was gonna perform. there we heard pusha t really clearly and y'all, this man was not playing around. i was so fucking amazed at him and kept just bopping around. i'm definitely gonna check out some of his music after this because wow...

then it was waiting! i did post a photo quite close to the stage, but ended up sitting in the disabled section with noel because i had a panic attack standing in the crowd alone (and that was before EVERYONE decided to come stand by the stage).

but fucking hell. blur was incredible!!! i had so, so, so much fun dancing in my seat and yelling along to the lyrics for songs like beetlebum or girls and boys (for the first time ever, i actually managed to sing the chorus to that song KSJHJGKJG) but also have a great time hearing songs like the narcissist or the universial live. they played a varied, energetic set of songs and just. wow. the amount of energy damon has on stage is so fucking infectious.

he did actually kind of call us out lmfao, by saying "you and we both have been quite mellow" and then announcing that he was taking his jacket off twice, because he didn't get enough of a cheer. and like. the way he was jumping around stage and screaming and going all the fucking way, while still sounding great... god i almost want to see gorillaz more now.... also, i know i am cold and was sitting so of course i was gonna freeze, but alex was in shorts and a t-shirt? dude??? w h a t.

my first festival experience went really well! we didn't get to see the most artists, but there was people everywhere so like. it happens. (shrug) i still had a great time!!!

day two!!! i got to sleep a bit more after hotel breakie, plus i shotgunned a monster, so i was quite awake for the depeche mode show. i am not entirely sure it sold out, but the arena was really full.

now. telenor arena is not known for its sound, and we heard that really well. both the warmup, hope, and depeche mode sounded really sharp and loud in an unflattering way, even with fancy earplugs... but!! both were fucking great!

we checked out hope beforehand, to know what was up, and they're this cool post-rock group with an incredible vocalist. incredible show as well!

and once again. wow. depeche mode was also SO GOOD. dave gahan sung and spun himself to be one of my favourite front people because the charisma... the stage presence... the VOICE. incredible, talented, wonderful, amazing, great, lovely, sounds exactly like the records.

plus their setlist was also stacked. getting to hear i feel you, precious, ghosts again, STRIPPED?? and enjoy the silence live... besties i was LIVINGGGG. even tho we went before the encore, because i don't have the best experiences leaving a big arena like that, the setlist was still so good (yes, we missed out on just can't get enough and personal jesus but c'est la vie)

now, if you were at either place and saw someone with bright red hair and a ginger, about the same height and both wearing all black, that was probably us! i hope you had a good time as well!!

because yeah, it was exhausting and not always the most fun of times, but i have had two great days and i am ready to sleep for a week...

photos (although they're not the best) incoming when i have more brain!

[nazuqi]

im doing this instead of studying haha,,,

this thread right here

this one's for nazuqi

1) What were their first impressions with each other??

nazu: oh a new kid

me: omg a nice person

2) Who fell in love with who first?

we do not know when we each fell in love it happened and when we realized it we discovered we'd been in love for who knows how long

3) tell me how did they catch feelings for one another like what was their 'i just fell in love' moment

none, we realized we just. loved each other cannot be apart we miss each other

4) what was their first meeting like? Was it a disaster, Or was it a lovely encounter?

i got lost and nazu found me :> disaster on my end because i got scolded for being lost but we met each other and ever since then,,,, lots happened

5) what are their love languages to each other?

words of affirmation, physical touch, acts of service

6) who confessed? And how did the confession went?

nazu, because i waited. haha... i had to leave again and he was afraid we'd never see each other again

7) how long did they developed their feelings to each other before actually confessing their love?

too many years to count

8) show me what type of ship dynamic are they

childhood friends, looks like they're married even when theyre not

9) if your ship was a series / movie, what genre would it be?

slice of life

10) what is the biggest obstacle to their relationship? and how do they overcome it?

being apart physically,,, we video call and call and make sure to visit often

11) do they deny their feelings to each other at first? Or was it just pure love?

denied

12) what do they love about each other the most?

the other just feels like home. comfort, love, rest- the whole package

13) what do they have in common with each other?

just. on the same page usually

14) what are their friends / family's reactions when they finally found out that they are dating?

as if they knew before us

15) tell me how their first kiss went

quick, sweet, wanting another and another

16) who is more affectionate?

equally i suppose

17) do they have their special place to hangout with? like a secret garden or somewhere that only they know

home

18) pretend that someone asked them to describe their s/o, how will they describe their s/o to that person?

will say a bunch of things and then like. blank out and say that they cant do it (for both of us)

19) who are the 'protectors' of your ship?

ionno

20) what happens when they get into a big fight? do they apologize easily?

very rare to happen, will give each other space and then hold each other to figure it out. no apology needed until we decide we need one. we find out what happened first and go on from there

21) what are their dream house like?

just has to be not too big, cozy, and a very comfy space to relax in. qian is thinking about lofts...

22) do they consider on having kids? if they do show me what their lovechild is like!

we do...

23) how will they react if they knew someone is trying to tear their relationship down?

we would compose ourselves and work together to stop them

24) what things do they tend to argue about?

who gets the better part. we both make the argument that the other has to

25) are they interested in getting married? If so tell me how the proposal went!

yes. first proposal was a playground proposal lmfao so that doesn't count but technicaly. if the proposal is the first question of if we should get married, it would be me being like "hmm i wonder what our life would be like if we get married" and then by the end of tht conversation we both understood that we wanted to get married . but i made nazu do the official one that we told everyone about. was a little fancy. we chose the rings together tho

26) how will their wedding look like? outdoors? Indoors? and how many people will attend?

indoors,,, mid to small wedding i suppose. have a dance floor, soft and pretty :> maybe bunny theme

27) tell me a funny moment that happened with your ship

first time i sat on his lap in public rumors started and then like a day later we had to make an announcement that yes we are dating

28) does your ship have their own theme / duet song? if so what song is it?

dreamin chuchu

29) who is your ship's number one supporter?

ionno ?? e

everyone

[fff777]

Finally got around to WayV Youth Awards

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Part 1

Lol the classic SM hall where so many live streams have taken place

Is Bella the self-insert love interest character lol

EDWARD YANG PLEASE (there is actually a director called Edward Yang that I like but this is clearly another genre of Edward Yang)

Winwin doing Someday or One Day roleplay!!!!!!!

Ohh so all of them have different love interests

Of course Hendery would pull some weeb shit. Also he's clearly reading the Japanese lines off of a screen lol.

His money guns are weak af bro.

I had to look it up, but Hendery is playing a Boys Over Flowers character.

Lol "Xiaojun is just playing himself."

Xiaojun is playing a character from Reply 1988

Kun couldn't even make it through his first line

Is Kun playing a character from Itazura na Kiss? I see that Itazura na Kiss is the original manga that It Started with a Kiss is based on, which is the media that I'm more familiar with.

Yangyang said Ten's tattoos don't match the image he was portraying lol.

I think Ten is playing a character from a Thai movie called A Little Thing Called Love.

All of them speaking in different languages and then being like "well...I guess we all speak Mandarin"

Hendery's money gun kept malfunctioning so he can't buy anything lol.

The caption's just like "...is anyone really listening to Kun?" Classic leader problems.

Hendery to Winwin: There might be people who haven't seen it yet, you've spoiled the show

Winwin: ...

Winwin: It's a great show!!!!!

Xiaojun two hit KO ToT

Taiwanese drama showdown :P

Both of them trying to speak with a Taiwanese accent lol. (By the way, Sicheng looks soooooooo pretty I'm gonna die)

Winwin being like "oh shit" because he hit Kun too hard

Why was Kun speaking to Winwin like that XD "你准備好了嗎?" but like in a very cutesy amicable way.

Emergency personnel on scene

The pot really is too heavy to lift quickly

Ang

Hendery continuing his weeb shit

Lol now they have to make the other person's heart rate go up

Xiaojun -> Kun

The other guys are trying to coach Xiaojun but ultimately he did not succeed much

Kun -> Xiaojun

Lol the stethoscope was really cold and Xiaojun was like NOOOOO

And then he was blowing in his ear and neck

AND THEN TICKLING HIM

Hendery, throwing down his money: 你先!!

Yangyang: 沒有這招

Part 2

Ten -> Yangyang

They bleeped this part out XD And Kun was like ??? what did you say??? because Yangyang started crying after XD

During the Yangyang -> Ten portion, Ten's heart rate dropped XD He was trying really hard to keep calm. And then Hendery was like 揚揚你努力一點行不行

Yangyang trying to do cute dance and it did NOTHING

Ten's heart rate when DOWN by 16 lol (I assume the measure is bpm)

Ok now Hendery -> Winwin

Bro?

WINWIN!!!!!

Hendery is going ALL OUT lmao is it because this is the only time he'll be allowed to openly flirt with Winwin XD And Winwin was like "不要!!!" but like in a really scared falsetto voice lol.

Hendery's just playing a character now lol

YUCKY Hendery was like "I love a rebel" lmfao

Hendery making THE MOST out of his added 15 seconds and laying it on THICK

LMAO I saw this before but Winwin swore because he was so disturbed XD

And then he hugged bunny (from Hendery) for comfort lol

Winwin -> Hendery was like..............pretty hopeless XD Xiaojun was like what a sleazy pickup line.

And Winwin was like ARGH I can't do this!!!!!! ToT

Lol Winwin just straight up gave up

LMAO Ten just straight up not letting Xiaojun do his mission

The camera work was a bit lacking during this part of the game because the guys who were supposed to be drawn on were generally sitting out of frame

Both Kun and Hendery drew circles instead of hearts lol

Winwin used a pass that would allow him to make a heart instead of draw a heart. Dude fell on the floor and was like "Yangyang, where are you?!?!?!" before dragging his arm down and making a heart lol.

Ten and the others giving Xiaojun another shot haha

Xiaojun with the MOST FRANTIC spins lmao

Nooooo Xiaojun getting drawn on lol

Ten bringing the camera over and Xiaojun being like NOOOOOO

Kun ended winning?????? Dark horse.

Yang: 錢...呃你叫什麽...?

I kind of died when they sang We are the champions while putting a tiara on Kun lmfao

OMGGGGG Ten used his superpower to add two hearts and snatch the title from Kun lmfao

Lol one more final Hendery vs. Ten heartbeat battle XD

[mo0n-water]

hello! sorry, my day yesterday wasn’t the best so i just gave up when it deleted itself but i’m trying again today! also, that grammar mistake when i said ‘do’ instead of ‘did’ is literally painful to look at, i’m sorry.

also hello to your friend, she sounds like a great person :)

i love finding comfort in art. it’s a feeling like no other when you are reading a book written in the 19th century or a poem from the 18th century or looking at a painting from the 16th century and it understands you more than your close friends or even yourself. there’s a line in a bob dylan song: ‘then she opened up a book of poems, and handed it to me, written by an italian poet from the 13th century. and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul”, i think that describes it perfectly.

life would be boring without a healthy dose of unnecessary personification.

i completely get what you are saying with the photo, i have this photo on my phone of a clearing in the woods which is quite blurry and unremarkable to the untrained eye but it’s from the first date i ever went on. i tried to take a photo of the girl i was with but she moved out of the way and i didn’t see her again in person for months and so all i had to remember being together by was a photo of some trees and the forest floor. though i’m not on speaking terms with her anymore, i can’t bear to delete the photo because it represents a whole era of my life and as much as i’d love to forget her, i think i’d hate it if i did.

i’ve never told anyone that before, woah.

I LOVE CLEOPATRA SO MUCH. it’s such a nostalgic song.

your lyric… i wish i could hear how it was sung. the best kind of music is when you can tell that it was written by someone who felt the words they spoke and that there’s a story hidden behind every line. i think it’s special that only you will ever truly understand what your songs mean.

i think whenever anyone asks me this question my first thought will always be this stupid innocent fantasy i’ve had since early childhood of time stopping and everyone i love and have ever loved coming together and just getting to be in their presence, peacefully and without expectation. i want to dance and hug and cry and be who i am when i’m alone with them.

but more realistically, i really really want someone to give me an annotated copy of their favourite book. i’d think i’d marry anyone who did that for me.

i like being anonymous because i feel like there’s less pressure and i can ask questions i wouldn’t normally ask. i also enjoy that we both know these tiny things about each other but none of the things you’d normally know about someone you’ve had multiple ‘conversations’ with.

my favourite lyric is, like, the whole of suzanne by leonard cohen but specifically: ‘and you know that she’s half crazy/but that’s why you want to be there/and she feeds you tea and oranges/that come all the way from china’. i think a lot about why i like those lyrics is how he sings it though.

my favourite harry songs are canyon moon, fine line and little freak :)

questions for you:

- what was the moment when you realised you were no longer a child?

- what kind of old person do you think you’ll be?

- what’s your dream house like?

- what do people forget?

- what’s the first thing you think about when you wake up?

hope your week is going well xx

ps. 🌷🌺🌸🌼🌻💐

pps. you wrote a song about me?? i’m SOBBING right now, i love you

ppps. 168 HOURS

help me. i didn’t even notice the grammar mistake (i was tired) but i’m laughing so hard now… lmfao. anyway, no worries on the timing! i hope your day today was better than the one before. (i am assuming it’s mostly over, thought that’s a bold assumption i guess!)

i did write a song about you 😭 i was wondering if you’d end up seeing that post, looks like you did haha. i was thinking about anonymity & what it means to know someone, literally exactly what you said about knowing tiny details but none of the things that you’d usually know about someone.

i’ve been thinking a lot about a question you asked a couple asks ago, which was something along the lines of what’s something that everyone should know about you. i think i said something which, in hindsight, was a longwinded & romanticized way of getting across the fact that i’m an extrovert. but an actual disclaimer is that if i meet you & decide that you’re interesting, you’re gonna get a song written about you & you do NOT wanna hear it lolol

okay, about your answers! i like what you said about sharing a space with people you know. i remember when i was growing up teachers would often ask “organize a dinner party of x amount of people, real or fictional, dead or alive” & i’d always pick friends & family. people i missed, & just people who i like to see.

i’m annotating a copy of one of my favorite books for a friend right now. she’s always said that she thinks it’s be the most phenomenal gift, & incidentally what you said about the flowers inspired me to finally go & do it. i think that’s a sweet idea, & i hope someone does it for you. it says a lot about you that what you want from someone else is just their thoughts on something they care about, plain & simple & honest.

clearly your music taste is phenomenal. suzanne, my beloved… leonard cohen is just AHHHH. ahhhh. good taste in harry songs as well, but it’s hard to have bad taste in harry songs… little freak is my favorite as well!

to answer your questions:

i don’t think i can put the one about childhood on the internet, for whatever that says about my upbringing. i’ll give you an ominous overview. i was in elementary school, & my parents had me sit down in my great grandma’s wicker chair because they needed to talk to me about something. i think the fact i was in elementary school is very sad. it wasn’t the first time i thought “i need to be grown up and mature from now on” but it was the first time i actually did. sounds like the opening to a book!

that’s a bummer. that’s such a bummer. sorry lolol

next question! by G-d, i will answer this in a positive & upbeat way. i don’t know what i’m gonna be like as an old person. i feel like that’s gonna be based on how i live my life? nostalgic, i think. i’m nostalgic as is, so i think that’s gonna get more and more true the older i get. always trying to preserve things, you know? i like nostalgia. my friends say i’m pretty grannycore as is, though.

i want my great granny’s old house in kentucky. it ain’t in the family anymore but that is genuinely the exact place i want to live. i’m a bit insane about it.

uhhhh i’ve been thinking a lot about something someone said about how pain is the one thing your mind will never ever remember right, & that’s why it’s hard to learn from your mistakes. i also think people forget that life comes in cycles, it’s very cyclical in nature, & that the phases you go through are never going to stick around forever. that goes for the good & the bad, you know?

today my first thought was “i wonder if question anon ever sent that ask in,” my second was “i wonder how (best friend) is doing in japan,” & my third was “i wonder if (girl i am Still Not Over) texted me.” i feel like in general, when i wake up, my first thoughts are always about people & what they’re up to. for the record, i did immediately go to check all three of those things, so i still haven’t gotten out of bed haha.

that’s that!

questions for you:

- what’s a silly life goal of yours? (random deja vu moment accompanied this)

- i can tell you appreciate people who are thoughtful & vulnerable, so what’s another quality you’d appreciate in a friend?

- if you could host a dinner party with any guests, living or dead or entirely fictional, who would you pick?

- what the fuck is that countdown for? favorite quote?

wishing you the best!

& for you:

[herofics]

I've been having a brainrot about slow dancing with villians (how about the main 3 I always request 💀- toga, dabi, shiggy?) because it's so romantic and intimate to just sway away the night not caring about anything even while being the most wanted person on planet earth lmfao 💀 I wanted to propose starting it out with the generic conversation of like "oh I never went to prom #lifeofcrime #gottastartoutyoung" "me neither #relatable" "alright let's do it then 💪💪" but realized that that's an american invention and they don't really have that there but this *is* a magical fantasy world so we might as well bend the rules a bit teehee 😇😇✌ ALSO HOW R U DOINGGGNGN I am seriously loving the highschool AU fics 🧐 - 🤺

We don’t exactly have prom here either. There is this dance thing where high schoolers dance for their parents, the rest of the school, the local middle schools and some other places. Waltz and other classics like that. Anyway, I liked writing this, even if it’s not exactly what you asked for, and again I found the way you phrased this extremely amusing. I’m doing pretty good, and I’m so happy to hear you like the high school AU stuff

~Shigaraki Tomura~

•Shigaraki does not know how to dance so he’s a bit terrified of the idea, because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you

•He also finds it annoying, which he definitely makes known, but you keep asking and he finally caves with a roll of his eyes and an irritated “Fine, will you just stop whining”

•At first you try to teach him to dance, like to some pop songs, but that’s a freaking catastrophe

•He is surprisingly clumsy when he’s not in a fighting situation

•You get a good laugh out of it, which eventually makes Shiggy not want to dance anymore, well he didn’t really want to do it in the first place but now even less

•So he pushes you away in annoyance and marches to a separate room in your place and slams the door shut

•You realize you went too far and you didn’t mean to make him feel bad

•You follow after him and he’s sitting on the floor, scrolling through his phone

•He can be a bit immature at times, and he definitely doesn’t like it when people laugh at him, though his usual solution to that is hurt whoever made fun of him and not just slam doors

•You apologize but he’s still ignoring you, so you just kneel down to his eye level

•You just ask him if he would do one more thing for you

•He scoffs and asks what you want this time

•You tell him, “You’ll see if you come with me” with a smile and you start pulling him up from the floor

•He sighs, the irritation still clear in his voice, but he lets you pull him up

•You lead him back to the living room and put on some cheesy, slow, love song

•You lace your fingers together behind his neck and just start swaying slowly

•Shiggy puts his hands on your waist and it’s all very awkward for him for a while

•He relaxes into it though and pulls you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder

•He’s just holding you close and breathing you in, while relaxing for the first time in months

•You thought he was going to fall asleep on you or something, because it you could physically feel him getting less and less tense

•He closes his eyes and just listens to your breathing, he’s not ever had anyone like you and at this point he wouldn’t want anyone else, he just wants you

~Toga Himiko~

•Toga was actually the one who suggested it, she’d seen some cheesy teen rom-com and wanted to try slow dancing with you

•It was incredibly awkward at first, because neither of you knew what to do exactly so you just placed your hands on her waist and she laced her fingers together behind your neck

•For the first few moments you two look like some sort of weird penguins, because you’re just moving more like that than swaying

•You both were pretty much laughing and giggling the whole time, because it was funny

•Then you pull Toga closer and place a small kiss on her lips with a smile

•She returns the gesture, and while things don’t get hot and heavy or anything, you do make out just a bit

•Toga is feeling pretty blissful and happy, just being in your arms and now slowly swaying from side to side

•She does sort of nibble on your neck, because of course she does, and enough to draw just a little bit of blood

•You’re used to it and don’t mind, so you’re just holding her close

•Toga feels safe with you and just loves how your arms feel around her, you’re warm and safe

~Dabi~

•Dabi despises the idea, he would much rather just watch TV or do literally anything else

•He does eventually agree to dance with you for 5 minutes, only 5 minutes if you just promise to stop annoying him

•You’re like “I promise” with a smirk, which Dabi knows means you’re definitely not quitting it

•You put on something super cheesy and Dabi just rolls his eyes at your music choice

•You just hold each other and start swaying, Dabi rests his chin on your shoulder and you can basically feel his dislike for the situation, but that’s only for like a half a minute, before you can feel him relaxing

•He just holds you and because he is the moron he is, he has to squeeze your butt just a bit

•You just sigh at him and return the gesture

•Dabi quite enjoys the closeness, even though he doesn’t tell you that in words

•He just holds you tightly and breathes in your scent, it’s familiar and it makes him feel like he’s home

•After it’s way past the five minutes, you’re like “Your time’s up, if you want to go back to the couch”

•Dabi just tells you to shut up and holds you closer as your playlist continues with another song and he wonders if this is what it’s like to feel at home with someone, not a place but a person, you’re his home

[littlespoonevan]

For your prompts; S. Music [send a song or a lyric]

...listen I almost sent in a dermot kennedy lyric just for the CHAOS element of getting on your nerves but I figured I’d be kind ;) but the below is only if it sparks joy, if not you can ignore <33

I will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm No surrender, no retreat I will tear down every wall Just to keep you warm Just to bring you home…

-- BANNERS ‘Start a Riot’

lmfao if you'd actually sent me a dermot kennedy lyric i swEAR asjdfhsjd but no, thank you, this lyric truly sent me off on a spiral and idk how relevant it ended up being to the actual song but i hope you enjoy the angst of it all, amy dearest 💗💗

-

The first few weeks of 2022 are…miserable, honestly.

After a frankly disastrous New Year’s that involved him finally breaking up with Taylor and the gut-wrenching two weeks in which he and Eddie still had to work side by side until he finished up for good, he thinks 2022 might be starting off as his worst year ever.

Maddie and Chimney are still gone. He’s single again and can’t even blame it on the other person. And he and Eddie have somehow slipped into this weird divorced-couple-who-share-custody dance where Buck awkwardly shows up at the Diaz house to take Chris to the zoo and then drops him off again afterwards.

It’s torture.

None of it feels quite as awful as the gaping loss he feels no longer having Eddie by his side when he’s at work, though.

He feels…unsteady, unsafe, for the first time in a long time.

He hates it; it makes him hesitate and the whole point of this job is that Buck’s not supposed to hesitate. People’s lives depend on it.

It shouldn’t be surprising really that his reason for hesitating on this particular call is once again Eddie Diaz.

They’re at a restaurant, responding to a choking call. Buck is trying to push between the crowds of bystanders, making room so Hen can get through while the manager bounds along beside her.

“Someone performed an emergency trach- a-“

“Tracheotomy,” Hen supplies, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Yes! That. He said he was a medic.”

Buck grinds to a halt as soon as the crowd parts, staring numbly at Eddie where he’s crouched on the floor next to the unconscious man. He looks up at Buck, eyes wide, and for a moment it feels like it’s only the two of them, stuck in this weird dark comedy set-up.

Eddie’s probably thinking, Abby had to do this to you once.

Buck thinks, Look at you. Like you could ever give this up. It’s in your blood.

Then Hen’s jostling Buck’s shoulder and moving past him to get to the patient. “Thanks for the help, Diaz,” she says wryly and Eddie blinks, tentatively lifting his hands from the man on the ground and letting Hen take over.

“Just getting him ready for you,” he replies but it’s too weak to sound like the usual banter he and Hen share. He leans back on his haunches, looking lost for a beat before he pushes himself to stand and accepts the napkin a nearby waiter passes him to wipe his hands.

Eddie clears his throat, shooting Buck an indecipherable look and slipping through the crowd of bystanders.

Buck watches him go, eyes landing on Bobby when Eddie’s finally out of sight. Bobby, who looks far too understanding and far too knowing for Buck’s comfort.

Shaking his head, he falls to his knees on the other side of the patient and focuses on helping Hen.

~

He doesn’t know why he’s shocked that Eddie’s still hovering in the lobby when they finally pack up to leave.

Hen and Ravi are pushing the gurney but Bobby slows to a stop when he sees Eddie, looking from him to Buck. “I’ll give you two a minute,” he says. “Come out whenever you’re ready, Buck.”

“It was good to see you Eddie,” he adds and Eddie smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“You too, Cap.”

With that, Bobby follows the rest of the team outside, leaving them to their awkward stalemate.

Buck searches for something to look at besides Eddie, eyes landing on the coat rack over his shoulder. “What uh- what were you doing here?”

This place isn’t really Eddie’s style; it’s too fancy. The kind of place Buck knows makes Eddie feel itchy and uncomfortable.

“I had a meeting with Chief Alonzo,” Eddie says. “Bobby put in a good word for me to get a position as an instructor at the Academy.”

Something bitter twists up inside Buck at that. The same voice inside his head that had shouted, I knew you couldn’t let it go, when he’d seen Eddie with the patient. He doesn’t let himself say what he wants to though. They stopped saying what they want to say a long time ago.

“That’s good,” he replies. “You’d be good at that.” It’s not a lie; Eddie would be. He’s patient and good at explaining things and holds himself with a kind of quiet confidence that you can’t help trusting.

It doesn’t stop Buck from feeling betrayed though.

“Thanks,” Eddie says. The silence that follows is stilted and Buck can only stand it for a few seconds before he’s making excuses about the others waiting for him.

He’s almost to the door when Eddie calls out after him. “Are we ever gonna talk about it all?”

Buck stops, closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath. It doesn’t do much to quell the anger that consumes him almost immediately. Whirling around, he lets out a humourless laugh. “Not sure what there is to talk about.”

Eddie sighs, something pleading in his expression. “Buck, come on. We’ve barely spoken the past few weeks-“

“That’s not my fault,” he cuts in and he can pinpoint the exact moment Eddie goes from resigned to angry.

“So it’s mine?” he challenges. “Because I tried to talk to you-“

“After!” Buck snaps, marching forward to close the distance between them again. “You tried to talk to me after you already decided. You know you’re pretty good at that.”

Eddie rears back, eyebrows drawn together. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

And Buck is absently aware he’s going into self-destruct mode, that he should probably shut up now and go straight out to the truck. But he’s never had very good self-preservation skills. “It means you put in me in your will a year before you decided to tell me! You didn’t think that was something I might want to know?”

Eddie gapes at him at the subject change but he recovers quickly. “Excuse me for hoping a scenario in which you would have to know wouldn’t become a reality!”

Buck shakes his head. “Don’t bullshit me, Eddie. That’s not why. And it’s not why you told me when you did.”

“I told you because I was trying to remind you that you have a fucking family to come home to!” Eddie retorts and under any other circumstances those words would make Buck melt, would make him fall into Eddie’s arms and admit it’s all he’s ever wanted. It just feels like a particularly cruel brand of heartbreak right now.

“And then you left!” he exclaims, feeling tears prick at his eyes as Eddie stills. He tugs at his hair, huffing out a breath. “You left. When you knew how much Maddie and Chim being gone was killing me. When you knew I was barely holding it together as it is.”

“Christopher-“ Eddie tries but Buck shakes his head.

“Don’t use him against me,” he says, voice hoarse. “Don’t pretend like I wouldn’t do anything to make that kid happy. But don’t tell me you actually asked him what he wants either because I don’t believe you.”

“That’s not fair,” Eddie says, hardly above a whisper, but Buck can tell from the way he averts his eyes that he’s right.

“What’s not fair is you trying to decide what’s best for everyone without actually asking them if that’s what they want.”

Eddie looks like he’s been sucker punched and Buck- Buck has to leave. Now.

Before he ruins them forever – if he hasn’t already.

He turns for the exit, only making a few steps before Eddie’s voice sounds behind him.

“Buck, wait.” He can hear Eddie’s footsteps. He doesn’t let himself turn around. “We’re not done talking about this.”

Buck lets out a shaky breath, feeling like the world is about to drop out beneath him.

And then it does.

~

Buck comes to to the sound of Eddie’s voice.

“Buck…Buck. Hey, can you hear me? Come on, wake up…You need to wake up.”

He sounds frantic and panicked and very un-Eddie-like.

Buck frowns, cracking and eye open and immediately cringing at the pounding in his head. “Eds?” he mumbles and hears a relieved breath off to his side before Eddie’s face is blocking out the dim light.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “It’s me. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Gentle fingers probe at his forehead, his temples, his jaw, the side of his neck and Buck has checked enough people for injuries in his lifetime to know that’s not really how you do it.

“Can you sit up?” Eddie asks and Buck finally manages to open his eyes properly. They’re…somewhere.

The restaurant, he remembers vaguely. The floor had collapsed. He’d-

“What happened?” he asks, the words morphing into a cough as he tries to sit up. Eddie’s hands are quick to steady him, one at his back and another at his arm. He hates that it’s so soothing.

“Building collapse,” Eddie says, expression grim as he gets Buck situated, propped up against the nearby wall. “Didn’t feel an earthquake so it must be structural. I tried your radio but I think it broke in the fall.”

Buck sighs, closing his eyes again as Eddie sits next to him. They’re pressed up tight so their shoulders lean against each other. It’s the closest they’ve sat in months outside a firetruck and Buck’s not strong enough to withstand the comfort of it all now.

“’Least Bobby’s still in the parking lot,” he mutters and Eddie huffs out a laugh.

“He’ll get us out in no time,” he agrees, hand patting Buck’s knee absentmindedly. Buck feels weak at the touch, feels himself droop into more Eddie the longer it lingers.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” Eddie asks then. “You hit your head pretty bad; I think you might have a concussion.”

“Mm,” Buck hums, brow furrowed as he tries to formulate the right words. “Feels like it,” he says. “’m okay though.”

He feels more than sees Eddie nod and it’s only then that he realises he never asked Eddie the same.

He bolts upright again, eyes flying open, ignoring the shooting pain in his temples. “Wait, what about-“

“I’m fine,” Eddie assures him, hand catching Buck’s wrist where he tries to reach for him. “Didn’t even get knocked out.”

He lets out a breath, not quite able to help himself this time when he leans against Eddie, head dropping onto his shoulder. “Okay.”

They’re silent for a while, Buck’s not sure how long – if he’s losing time because of the concussion or if it really is only a few minutes.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says at some point. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d talk me out of it and I knew I’d let you.”

The tears Buck had so steadfastly held back earlier spring forth once again and he doesn’t bother trying to conceal them this time. “I wouldn’t have,” he says. “Not if it’s what you really wanted. But I don’t think it is.”

“I don’t know what I want,” Eddie sighs, hand wrapping around Buck’s knee. And it feels a little like a contradiction to Buck’s concussed mind.

“You know what would make you happy though,” he murmurs. “You’re just too afraid that you being happy and Christopher being happy aren’t the same thing.”

“Well it’s true, isn’t it?”

“No, Eds,” he says tiredly, hand catching blindly in the extra fabric of Eddie’s jacket. “It’s not. That kid already knows you getting hurt isn’t conditional on being at work. Shannon wasn’t working the day she died. I wasn’t working the day he and I got caught up in the tsunami. You’re not at work now.”

He lets the rest go unsaid but he knows Eddie gets it, can tell by the way his grip tightens around Buck’s knee.

“I’m just- I’ve always promised I’d fight to come home to my family,” Eddie says, voice faraway like he’s stuck in a memory. “I don’t want to fight anymore though; I just want to come home.”

Buck feels his heart twist painfully in his chest. He gets where Eddie’s coming from, he really does. He’s been the one standing on the side-lines throughout the entirety of Eddie’s recovery. He’s his best friend. He knows how tired Eddie must be and how much he needs a break. How much he needs help. It doesn’t stop it from hurting though.

“That’s okay,” he says, throat clogged painfully with emotion. “I get it.”

Eddie shifts then, hand slipping off Buck’s knee to find his fingers instead and threading them together. “I don’t think I can get home without you though. It’s not home without you.”

Buck picks his head up off Eddie’s shoulder to look at him. They’re so close he can feel Eddie’s breath on his face, can see the desperation and the longing in his eyes. Letting out a shuddering breath, he tips his head forward until their foreheads are pressed together.

He opens his mouth to say something, not even sure what, when there’s suddenly the sound of shifting rubble above them and a shaft of light cuts through the darkness, followed by a familiar voice asking, “Are you boys okay?”

Buck leans back and looks up to see Bobby and Hen leaning over the hole they’ve managed to make in the ceiling. He lets his gaze fall to Eddie and they lock eyes for a moment before Eddie starts to smile.

“Yeah, cap,” he calls. “We’re all good.”

Finally.

*

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Okay totally random, but! I've heard from a old house mate who served in the military sometimes gala's were held and after seeing jade in all her glory realised there's a possibility her and the boy's have had to atleast attend a gala of some darn kind and dress up and all!

Jade strikes me as a women who's not opposed to dressing up in a gown and dolling up, but has the preference to just stick with her usual wear's. Similar with make-up she seems like someone who likes netrual color's compared to other women, So i imagined ghost seeing this for the first time and the poor bloke being floored with how pretty she looks while roach and soap just tease him merciously throughout the night till price has enough of them but finds it amusing nonetheless.

Sorry if it's a jumbled up mess!

MMMMMMMMMMMMM A NICE SCENARIO IS PLAYING RN HHEHEHEHE

I've been thinking of what kind of dress Jade would wear. In her MI6 black agent days, Jade would wear a dress to some formal event to infiltrate or gain intel, so she definitely isn't opposed to dressing up.

Hers's some points on what Jade prefers :

- A dress where she's easy to move. No pencil skirt or hard covered shoulders.

- A quite long dress (usually to hide her weapons and stuff).

- I want it not to be too plain, maybe add a few folds that represents flowers cuz she loves gardening, and to represent her bright and joyful personality, but also her maturity.

I'm no fashion designer but maybe like this...?

IT LOOKS LIKE A WEDDING DRESS LMFAO (ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ)

okay here's a few options on the colors idk

Which one y'all?

Maybe I'll draw an illustration of Ghost and Jade dancing IDK HHHHHHHH I'M WEAK IMAGINING THEM (。>︿<)_θ

[kdramabrainrotstation]

had an angsty kinnporsche au dream last night. in the dream, kinn wasn't the heir of a mafia family--instead, he was a hitman, and porsche worked in some kind of secret service. kinn was hired to infiltrate this secret service and take down porsche for some reason or another (my dream wasn't being hella creative here), so he naturally decided to gain porsche's trust so that he could take him out.

kinn had to pass several tests and undergo training, with porsche overseeing it. he passed with flying colors and completed his training early and they celebrated over drinks. do y'all know the scene in mr and mrs smith where they're in colombia and they're dancing really intimately together? yeah that was basically what happened in this part of my dream. it was hands around waists, backs pressed to chests while hips moved together, near-kisses. the only difference was it didn't end in a kiss like it did in the movie.

after that part they were sent out on several missions together and it was just like they had instant synergy. pete was there on one mission, commenting to someone i didn't recognize in the dream about how they're like the same person because they can practically read each other's minds. it was like a montage of different completed missions and after them there was always a lingering stare or a brief touch on the small of the back or the waist or shoulder that made it obvious they both wanted to jump each other but couldn't.

following that was a really brief part that didn't have any actual dialogue but my mind translated it to be some urgent situation where kinn had to pick up the pace in completing his mission. in the scene he was on the phone but i couldn't hear anything and it was extremely dark, and after hanging up, kinn started freaking out--heavy breathing, pacing, hand on his forehead and just...general realization that he was about to have to make a big decision.

fast-forward to the next mission he has with porsche. he's suddenly really cold toward porsche, which catches everyone off guard and gets in the way of their mission. he's already got some plan in mind for when to do get rid of porsche, but my brain didn't really tell me what the plan was. all i remember is that he was fumbling awkwardly through the next mission because he was grappling with what he was going to have to do.

at one point, porsche pulled kinn aside during their mission (they were in some sort of warehouse) and demanded to know what was wrong with him, which resulted in yet another near-kiss, before pete showed up with a gun trained on kinn and revealed that he'd overheard the phone call from earlier. porsche either already knew or believed pete right away, because he irritably sent pete away to keep the mission going. he promised to catch up, and when pete protested, porsche threatened to shoot him until he finally agreed to be on his way and left to continue the mission.

there was some sort of argument after--again, i didn't actually get to hear what they were saying, but they were shoving and screaming and getting into each other's faces, until they it shifted and they were suddenly kissing. it was really rough, too. at one point, kinn had porsche by the front of his shirt and was slamming him back into a wall, kicking up dust as they made out. there was a lot of hair pulling and pushing and really sloppy kissing...probably some heavy petting too but i digress lmfao.

idk what happened next because my dream skipped scenes like it was on dvd or some shit lol. either way, it went from their like angsty, bitter makeout scene to them on the ground on the first floor of the warehouse, bleeding all over. kinn didn't look good--he was really pallid and shaky, and porsche had his hands on his face, sobbing and clinging to him. kinn was smiling, and then they were kissing again, and then i was awake.

so yeah i think my brain killed my boys and i'm not happy about it. what better way to deal with it than shove it off onto y'all instead?

[4dtk]

pas de deux — gojo satoru

pas de deux [pa•de•de] (french, literally “step of two”), a dance duet. 

summary: striving to become a principal dancer, you’re unaware of the curious blue eyes from across the studio, only knowing of his reputation from rumours. when you have to shadow your seniors to learn a principal role and meet the infamous gojo satoru, what happens then?

word count: 11k lmfao

genre: a bit of angst, mostly fluff

a/n: gojo brainrot done. sorry this took so long lol i’m not used to writing long fics but i’m glad i did bc this is acts also as a place for me to dump my passion of ballet aha :”)

playlist here! most of them are classical pieces and a bit of ballet class music, i hope you don’t mind uwu. personally, i’d recommend watching (before or after the fic doesn’t matter hahah) the crazy talented marianela nuñez and vadim muntagirov in the pas de deux that i reference a lot in this fic. they’re my absolute favourite! (´･ᴗ･ ` )

tags: @fiona782​

it was unconventional to see a ballerino don white hair during rehearsals, let alone in a company; the familiar head of white whizzes through the studio like an angel of the night, with graceful moves and powerful jumps to match those of a faerie's seamless manoeuvers through her flowers.

that was only expected out of a principal anyway.

gojo satoru, a principal dancer of the six eyes theatre. they were part of the three prominent companies that carried the ballet world and industry. behind all the glimmer and glitz lay hours of endless rehearsals and worn-out pointe shoes, as well as smiles behind kitri's fans or even the emotional miming from giselle.

he was untouchable, a leading face that carried the ballets he starred in with immense skill and an aura admired by everyone. anyone lucky to score a pas de deux with him would be torn between a world of conflict. those soft eyes that looked down at you with love were solely meant to portray siegfried's ardour for odette and nothing else.

you sigh, eyeing the confident man giving his all in the company class, no doubt hyping himself up for tonight's last show. you couldn't fall behind, either, knowing your performance was monitored way more now that you were considered amongst the directors to be promoted to principal.

"next group, pay attention, loves!" the teacher for the morning caught your attention, letting the chattering group in front head out first before the next group of dancers took their turn. 

dancing was all you could remember, taking up most of your life even when you were a kid. through competitions and gruelling schedules, you managed to land in the six eyes theatre. sure, it wasn't as popular as the zen'in company or the kamo national ballet but, it still held up a wicked reputation, partially thanks to gojo satoru. 

your feet naturally hail your command, placing it behind the other in a curtsey to thank the instructor for the morning class as you stretch your feet in some simple pointe repertoire. 

"nervous about your posting, (y/n)?" nobara asks, rolling the arch of her feet back and forth with a tennis ball.

you shrugged, "in a way, yeah. i'm getting observed on mainly every move that i make."

the smile your best friend gives you calms you down, at least. megumi chipped in, "hey, you'll become one of the best principals around, i know it."

"yeah! and we'll go to your shows, no matter wha... oh, right, we're first soloists," itadori trails off. 

you laugh, settling down to wipe the sweat from your brow. however, there's an uncharacteristic silence when you start to remove your pointe shoes.

"what if i do become principal? i'll miss you guys like hell." you mutter, rubbing off the skin peeling from your toes. removing the tape and toepads, you sigh again even after nobara lands a hand on your arm.

"stop sighing, you idiot, the company's small. sure, you'll have extended rehearsals, and i will now have to deal with yuji's noisy ass, but i doubt we're going to be separated like oil and water." 

you roll your eyes, chuckling a little through glossy eyes, "true. it's just that we've always been together, through the competitions where we met and going up the ranks. hell, i wouldn't even imagine all of us becoming first soloists when we entered six eyes."

megumi raises an eyebrow, "are you underestimating us?" 

putting your fingers together, you offer a sheepish smile, "just a little."

"and now you're going to become a principal, (y/n). we all know you put yourself to crazy standards that you always reach, maybe even higher than that. you're going to kill it as a principal, i'm sure."

thankful to nobara for the little speech, you pat her arm gently, easing into a stretch to prevent any tensing up later in an afternoon class. 

"(y/n), they're coming over, look sharp," itadori notifies you, turning to the barre to do his own stretching as your friends busy themselves with their phones.

you take another curtsey at your instructor, along with the director of six eyes, masamichi yaga.

why... was he here now?

"(y/n), love, we'll need to talk to you about something. would you mind coming to the office later on? just before the company's afternoon class at 2 would be good."

you were at a loss for words.

was i already raised to principal? no... they wouldn't promote someone who's only danced her first soloist role a couple of times. were they going to remove me for consideration? maybe they found a better dancer to monitor?

"it's nothing terrible, (y/n), i promise." with a smile, masamichi walks away, not before patting your shoulder for reassurance.

the next few hours go by in a flash: eating lunch, lazing around in the studio, filming some tiktoks and then getting ready for another class took up most of your time that you didn't get to ponder over the office visit.

so you were definitely surprised to see gojo satoru himself, a shit-eating grin on his face once he hears you enter. he lays back on both arms to welcome the first soloist, you. 

you curtseyed again to ms ieiri and masamichi. before you got to gojo, however, he held a hand up before standing up himself to bow. you let out a small smile as the familiar step led you to curtsey on the other foot.

it left a weird feeling in your bones to greet a principal dancer, but you two weren't all that close, anyway. plus, curtseying was basic courtesy in the company, where actions spoke louder than a "good morning" or a "thank you".

"nice to see you, (y/n). miss nitta, as you know," masamichi gestured to your teacher and then to the white-haired man, whose beauty never fails to amaze you, as cliche as it sounds, "and gojo satoru." 

"nice to finally talk to you, miss (y/n)," he nods his head, wearing an attractive smile that had you sucking in a breath. you could only manage a smile at the moment, brought back to reality when masamichi's firm voice resonates in the office.

"you've done a tremendous job these past few months, love. we've been watching your roles this season, hopping from one position to the other with no problem at all. i'm sure you were informed that you were being considered to be principal..." you leaned forward in anticipation, "...although you'd have to let your skill shine through more before we promote you to principal any time soon."

bummer, but it's nothing you can't handle.

"we do have something to ask of you, however. your potential is clearly set in the right place, and your talent and determination are not lost. we want you to shadow and learn the repertoire of shoko ieiri and gojo satoru while they rehearse for the next season's premiere."

nevermind, it might actually be something you can't handle.

"me?"

masamichi only lets out a knowing smile. "are you up for the challenge, (y/n)? you'll get to learn and watch how principals rehearse, act and mime out the story in the hands of ballet masters and mistresses like kiyotaka ijichi and mei mei and even tengen hoshi." 

your fingers dug into your thigh at the well-known names, always seeing them in the corridors but never knew how they taught or conducted rehearsals. this was your chance.

"of course, director masamichi. i'd be honoured to observe and shadow the company's principal dancers, let alone miss shoko ieiri and mr gojo satoru here. their chemistry onstage is honestly unmatched!"

okay, shut up, (y/n). you're laying your fangirling thoughts on the actual director of six eyes theatre. a simple yes would've sufficed.

"great! you start tomorrow. skip the afternoon class and come straight to the studio on the ground floor. we'll be expecting you."

you couldn't help the grin that appears on your face this time, passing a bow to everyone in the room before curtseying and almost exclaiming a "thank you!"

once you're out of the professional eye, you have a little celebratory dance outside the office, immediately fishing out your phone to text the trio. 

"a...ah! gojo senpai!" you take a step back in instinct, the tall principal looming over you with nothing but an intimidating air around him.

however, nothing screams intimidating on his face, as he shoots you a polite smile and a hand to get introductions out of the way.

all you can think about is his large hand enveloping yours while he tells you his name. you're stuck in a trance, locked on his eyes cut off by the black of his sunglasses. 

how would those hands feel on my hips when he's lifting me? or maybe we'd engage in a kiss in romeo and juliet...? are we doing r&j for the next season's shows?

fuck.

"uh- yes, nice to meet you too, senpai! i-"

"call me gojo, (y/n)."

you're at a loss for words, the man knowing he's left you speechless with the way he's smirking off into the other direction. you manage to get the prodigy out of your head, willing yourself to get to the company class as soon as possible. since your distraction was gone and the air cleared of any tension, you were able to hear the voices in the office.

"are you sure about this, nitta? we can't have any more dancers off their game just because they were enamoured with satoru to the point of confessing their love to him. every time we get first soloists and principals to pair with him, something always comes up."

"i'm sure, director. (y/n)'s mettle and focus on her roles are strong, and her skills are off the charts. if anything happens, we'll just pair her with another principal, like kento or something." masamichi sounded unconvinced, grunting as their footsteps increased in volume.

company class! company class!

you slipped into the studio just in time to avoid nitta and masamichi, carrying your things as you looked for the trio.

"(y/n)!" yuji catches your attention, although a little too loudly for your liking. you were left to greet the other dancers on the way to their corner, dumping your bag with much more exasperation than you expected.

"what's wrong?" megumi asks, doing some plies at the bar to warm up his feet and muscles.

"i think i should text y'all instead. let's wait for after the show tonight."

you get three nods from the trio in reply, dropping into some simple stretches as the next instructor takes over. at least gojo wasn't here...

・．━━━━━━━━━━．・

the applause was deafening as you take your bow, thanking the audiences from the balcony and stalls as you gestured to your pas de deux partner, megumi. putting your hand in front of your heart was a big thing to do, giving thanks to one of your best friends and partners for a fun pair such as bluebird and princess florine. 

as you walked back to join the other dancers, the principal roles were taking their bows with no doubt roars and cheers from the audience from yet another electrifying performance from the golden pair as princess aurora and prince florimund: gojo and ieiri. 

as ieiri led the conductor on stage, he was the last to thank the audience, bringing the heart of the ballet to life with the score of tchaikovsky's sleeping beauty. 

with one last bow, the curtain closes, leaving you to let loose from the rigid position you were used to. 

"we're done!" you laugh, hugging megumi as nobara and itadori squeeze their way through the many dancers on stage. the two convey their compliments, prompting you to nudge the two on their puss-in-boots and white cat roles. the two then freeze up, staring at something that was approaching from behind.

"miss (y/n)-" gojo bows, interrupted by ieiri as she crashes into you with a hug.

"oh man, (y/n) you were great out there!" you grin, embracing her as tight as she did. 

"thank you, senpai," you were practically beaming, thankful she still remembered you after being promoted to principal years ago. it was hard to communicate and talk when she had so much going on, a natural dancer who rose up the ranks fast with her hard work. 

ieiri formed herself up into a refined dancer that you wouldn't think she was the young girl at your studio trying on pointe shoes for the first time years ago when you were a kid.

that was if you didn't know her personally, of course. 

"here, first position, just like that!" the curious girl interacted with the kids outside a smaller studio, teaching them the various positions that at least a grade two or three class would use.

she picked up pointe work fast, obviously guided by the mentors at the school with nights of rehearsal and decision making whether she wanted to pursue this professionally.

"oh shush, you, you don't have to call me senpai, see you tomorrow (y/n)!"

ieiri bids you goodbye, no doubt to talk to the choreographers and director. gojo follow suit shortly after your exchange, not before taking your hand to plant a kiss on it.

you retract almost immediately after his lips descend on your skin, the area hot from the lighting, your sweat and your feelings.

nobara tsked, "what's his deal?" you let out a shaky sigh and shrug, hooking an arm around megumi's as you went around to mingle with the dancers.

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[nobara is typing...]

you're to shadow gojo-senpai and shoko-senpai?! no way???!?!1/!?!?

[itadori is typing...]

no way, that's so cool! 

what was he like? was he in the office that day?

[(y/n) is typing...]

yeah, he was. not gonna lie, a bit cocky... kinda overheard that partners throw themselves at him sometimes too, which makes it a bit troublesome, lol.

and yes, kugisaki i'll need to observe them starting tomorrow. i cant come for the company class :(

[megumi is typing...]

Then what about Shoko-senpai?

you shake your head even though no one could see you, the forgotten tv series playing in the background while you text your friends instead.

[(y/n) is typing...]

she's too good for him, i think. they're long time friends too, but i'm not sure if any feelings blossomed since then tho

[nobara is typing...]

you don't like him, do you? i know you dont like guys that are full of themselves, altho that man rlly is that attractive .......

[itadori is typing...]

LMAOO whos the smitten one now

nobara sends a vibe check sticker, the one with both hands outstretched with a threatening stare into the screen. 

[nobara is typing...]

i'll kill you tomorrow, yuji itadori.

[itadori is typing...]

you'd have to reach my height first, loser

[nobara is typing...]

you- UFGGHKHH

i'll kick your shins, thats what!!!!!! 

you roll your eyes as the two of them get into another friendly banter, leaving the group chat to blow up in messages as you switch off the neglected tv. 

there's a silence that feels almost too foreign, contrasting to the fact that you enjoyed silences daily. it felt criminal, almost, to be in such a quiet space with no one to fill in the gaps.

you look to your black and white poster for some clarity, the young boy standing at 16 with a softness in his eyes and a lengthened extension that conveyed his love of ballet to you.

you never knew who was the boy, getting a poster shoved into your hands in a hurry when you and your mom bought tickets to the local ballet competition. you never questioned the poster, nor had you caught the boy in the midst of his variation either, settling for a theory that his performance had already passed the day before.

"how do you think it's going to go down tomorrow?" you mumble to no one in particular, tossing and turning in your sheets that didn't quell your worries no matter how much you thrashed.

the dreamless slumber welcomes you into its arms almost immediately, although the morning after was the opposite.

"shit, shit, shit," was your mantra, jumping from place to place in your small apartment to get the things you needed for class. you manage to catch the bus in time, heading straight to the studio with no cup of tea in your hand as usual. 

"(y/n)!" nobara grins, seeing you stumble through the door just as everyone finishes their individual warmups. the instructor greets everyone, eager to get into the class as soon as possible.

the thought of the rehearsal shook you up more than you thought it would, leaving you to let out nervous breaths that got worse by the time that class ended. 

ieiri didn't miss the way you'd wipe your hands on your tights in worry, going over the steps more than you usually would. you had a killer memory, but it seemed that today that that ability had melted away at the sight of gojo.

"wish me luck, guys," you muttered, hurriedly packing up your things before heading off yourself. the trio only could give you a small smile, knowing you had wanted time to yourself to calm your nerves.

you had always done this for the many shows you starred in: the music and positions mimicking a recording. it was as clear as day when it replayed in your head, the different orchestral parts and the dynamic changes you apply to your steps to give the best performance, for performing your best was all that mattered. the trio understood instantly, always sending you off on your memory replay with an encouraging smile.

well, almost, for you didn't even know what the rehearsal entailed or what piece they would be dancing to.

"hi," your voice appeared meek in the big studio, the only three people there slowly getting warmed up to each other. your feet carried you into a curtsey.

"ah, mei mei-sensei! miss shoko and mr gojo," you acknowledged their presence, placing your things down right where you stood.

"let's begin then, shall we? for this is a gala event, the pas de deux couple will only be performing the entree and the adagio parts. there might be the possibility you two would have to rehearse your individual variations and the coda. still, the organisers haven't gotten back to us on the duration we'll be on stage for. with the switching in and out of the different repertoire, this year should align with don quixote. before we start, i wish that everyone is honest with each other; that way, we can learn from different views."

don quixote?! you hold in your excitement at the revelation, thinking back to the fiery portrayals of kitri and lively spanish music to pair with it. your excitement was on cloud nine while by fifteen minutes, your feet and body were seemingly screaming at you to take a break.

to say it was tiring was an understatement, at the very least. you were to only shadow ieiri's parts, and the absence of a male partner proved challenging when you were the first soloist mirroring a principal and her partner.

"(y/n) should try too, of course! come, come," mei mei beckons you over from where you went over the steps, fingers fidgeting with the waistband of the sheer skirt you'd just bought a few days ago.

"i trust that you are familiar with the wedding PDD, (y/n)?" mei mei asks.

you nod eagerly, not missing the way ieiri beams at your enthusiasm. 

"good. we'll just try this part on your own. remember to keep yourself lifted and trust your partner," mei mei eyes you while gojo was already getting comfortable with a hand on your back, "would you like to try it without the music first?"

you nod cautiously. you take note of the way it burns like fire, the contact of his skin on yours. oh god, you wished you had wiped the sweat from it, although the other didn't seem to mind it due to the many partners he's worked with before.

with a quick glance, you snuck a look at the tall dancer, never much prepared for the striking blue of his eyes. however, this time, the cheeky gojo appeared to be kept under wraps, bringing forth a more solemn and nervous exterior. he did seem different and quiet, even catching the attention of mei mei-sensei and ieiri herself. they opted not to say anything.

nevertheless, the two of you narrate the lifts and steps, mixing in the counts with the french vocabulary that stuck with you throughout the years. you were surprised at how much leeway gojo had provided you, allowing you to move freely while bringing you back effortlessly for the couple work.

a smile formed on your face at the flow of your steps as the music plays seamlessly in your mind with how much you've watched different renditions of the wedding pas de deux.

"with the music now, my dears."

ieiri shoots you a thumbs-up, noticeably more tired than you, as she massages the bottom of her feet with calculated force.

the piano starts as the pas de deux passes by smoothly with minimal mishaps, save for some off balances here and there. as always, your hand tingles when it comes in contact with the principal's, willing the quick heartbeats away by thinking of his cocky smirk the other day. with the easy beginning completed, the lifts were now appearing more often.

"hold your body up during the fish dive (y/n), hold your back and position!" gojo stumbles a bit at your mistake, but for the second time around, you manage to get it, coming up from the tricky step into a beautiful arabesque. 

a hasty nod, and you're off, pulling away from gojo a tad bit quicker than how you wanted to initiate it. he's taken by surprise at your change of personality, wondering where the flustered soloist had gone to previously. with the same corrections directed at you, mei mei gives you a "good job" before bringing ieiri back in.

"we'll cap you two's pas de deux at that point before the turns. ieiri, you ready to get back into it?" she hesitantly nods, albeit more relaxed than the earlier exchange.

the music starts again, and this time, you manage to gape at the couple's artistry, weaving over and under to fit the delicate notes of minkus' score. with the many turns and tour en l'airs, it now came to the difficult part of the pas de deux: where the woman will wind their hand around the man's single finger, engaging in two turns connected only by that single contact point.

they complete it easily, leaving ieiri to then balance en pointe with one leg suspended in the air. the two repeat it again with no problem, except for the fatigue seeping through their faces at a few moments in time.

as the music reaches its climax, so does the movements with increasing pirouettes and lifts. their chests heave with exhaustion, but their smiles showed that they were satisfied with the run.

it was hard to believe that gojo and ieiri only started to rehearsed this a few weeks ago, especially since these were leading roles with a reasonably complex pas de deux to pair with. nothing seemed to faze them as they received the feedback from mei mei, nor did they have trouble correcting the lift that had gone wrong earlier or the balance that ieiri fell out of.

so this was what it meant to be a principal.

"(y/n)! any feedback that you'd like to give to the two?"

"h..huh, me? i'm not sure if it'd be helpful to-"

"nonsense, hit us, (y/n). rehearsals are always a place for feedback," ieiri grins, taking your hand to bring you closer to the three of them.

"well, i think... i'll comment on the repeated melody where you'll go from the turns into the attitude balance is where it's a bit difficult. since gojo-senpai is tall, he might've put his hand a little too high. i mean, of course, lifting up is ideal, but ieiri-senpai might have some trouble balancing because of that."

they wordlessly try it out without the music, noting how gojo places his hand at a lower height for ieiri. it might've felt foreign, but it looked a tad bit better to you, with a better centre of gravity and stability. 

"yeah! like that!" a smile dons your face, "does it feel better, senpai?"

"tons," gojo simply states, almost too eagerly as blue eyes uncharacteristically boring into yours. opposed to the quick glances he always gave you along the corridor or within classes, this one was a strange, longing one. ieiri's voice snaps you out of the spell, almost not wanting to leave his stare.

"way better, thank you (y/n)," she pats your arm before turning to the sound of mei mei's voice.

"alright, beautiful legs and extensions, but we still have a lot to work on, as well as getting (y/n) accustomed to more pas de deux and principal work. would you like to stay on (y/n)?"

you admired your own determination, but sometimes it was better to take a break. having just attempted the coda, you could already feel blisters forming due to your prolonged use of pointe shoes. with a breath, you let gojo complete his pirouettes, restraining the sigh coming from your lips at the perfect revolutions and momentum he had going.

a little more, and you were close to catching a breath, finishing off a quadruple pirouette and tour en l'air with gojo's help. with a slight stumble, you let out a startled laugh before taking your last step with a knee to the floor. with palm outstretched, the piano does a trill before ending off on a chord.

out of the corner of your eye, you spot gojo smiling down at you, a beam that doesn't come often with how much confidence he carries around the company. 

ieiri applauds first, followed by mei mei's impressed smile.

"you execute your fouettes well, (y/n)," you bow your head in thanks, brought up unconsciously with gojo's hand as it stays linked in yours. 

"thank you, mei mei-sensei. i'm just glad to have tried it out; the don Q coda is one of my favourites," you gush, "the costumes, the music is just everything."

・．━━━━━━━━━━．・

"to dance with your partner is one thing, but the connection is another. translate the story of the elation of kitri - her father finally gives his blessing for their wedding, and she's excited to the moon. basilio is marrying the girl of his dreams. know what and who you're dancing for." mei mei speaks over the music easily, giving pointers they go over the steps like always.

"i know it's just an empty stage. there's no set, no scene to show the joy all around the cast, but you still are dancing as kitri and basilio," mei mei says after, "let's try again with (y/n)."

rehearsals carried on like this, day after day. some days longer than the other, and on others, you were paired with another first soloist. however, he wasn't tasked with shadowing the couple every day, so the pas de deux was left to you to master. 

as you wipe your sweat, ieiri waves her towel in front of you, "wanna have lunch with us?"

"i don't want to intrude-" 

"it's gojo's treat," ieiri whispers, "plus he doesn't treat people often."

"is he okay with me coming alo-" she pulls on you, leaving you no choice but to pack your things hurriedly.

"(y/n)'s coming, yea?" ieiri mumbles quickly, hooking her arm around yours in a hassle as you try to keep your things from falling out of your bag.

"i'd like that." gojo says to no one, finally catching up to you two after switching off the studio lights.

"whaaaat, you're leaving so fast?" you pout, eyeing ieiri's neat tray of finished food as gojo lets her pass through in the booth.

"i'm sorry you have to stay here with this dumbass (y/n), but i have a date with the orthopaedic today," ieiri groans.

"like an actual date?" gojo jokes.

"no," she rolls her eyes, "my muscles are acting up a little lately. plus, my arch hurts more often than it usually does. it's best to just check it out, i guess. but yeah, an actual date would be nice, too."

you shrug, "eh, hard to come by when you're a busy ballet dancer in a company. bye, senpai!" you and gojo wave to her as she leaves the diner, now coming to terms with the fact that you were alone with the charming dancer, as much as you hated to admit it.

with his perfect hair and long eyelashes and the enchanting smirk he always seems to wear. not to mention the sheer strength in his leaps in contrast to the delicate grip on your waist-

"thinking about me, love? of course you are."

"what? no!" you stiffen, the blush on your cheeks immediately giving away your thoughts.

"for the record, i've thought of you, too," gojo drops a bomb, leaning over the table to plant a gentle kiss upon your cheek before leaving the booth in a hurry. 

you were thankful that he was gone, at least and thankful for the empty diner, leaving you to melt in a puddle of confusion and warmth. 

just like the first rehearsal, your cheeks feel hot, as does your body. the place where his lips touched seemed to burn a hole through, your gaping mouth failing to close even after a minute of staring into nothing.

fishing out your phone was the first thing your mind sought out from the endless thoughts in your head.

nobara, nobara, nobara... gotta find her contact..!

[nobara is typing...]

he WHAT???!??@

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"ieiri-senpai, what's a pas de deux to you?" you mumble after rehearsals one day, picking at the tape stuck in between your toes.

"it would have to be what mei mei said, definitely. she still says the same exact thing till today: dance and connection are two different things. and it can't go to the point where two different stories are being told by the male and female dancer. you'll need to go into pas de deux work with a mindset that you come in a pair. every correction and every emotion needs to be felt by both parties for it to reach the audiences."  

"what about you?" the question catches you by surprise, resorting to humming as you think of the answer.

"it's something along the lines of your answer and mei mei-sensei's definition. you'd have to be on the same wavelength as your partner. every extension that appears or a gentle port de bras is meant to show the character's personality. you'd also have to think of the context of the ballet, i guess," you stop yourself, looking at gojo as he finishes a tour en l'air en passe. three revolutions and you realise that a. you're staring and b. you were talking way too much.

"sorry! i'm rambling again," you splutter, going back to your original task of taking out the tape from your toes.

ieiri giggles, "no, no! ramble all you want. i love listening to my juniors talk about how much they love ballet."

"sleeping beauty, just like the show a week ago, is set in the royal court, so it's hard to show aurora's personality. she's a little playful and young, although it's hard to slip that in when the wedding pas de deux for that is so grand. and then you'll compare it to the black swan in swan lake, where it's also in a royal court, but odile's the one deceiving siegfried, so there's an opportunity to include some side-eyeing in it. i personally love zenaida's version," you trailed off, "i mean, of course, there's also-"

"then what about odette?" gojo shouts across the studio, with his hands on his hips. the white of his hair matched the pureness of odette's tutu, something you always wished to wear and dance and master when you got accepted into six eyes theatre.

"don't mind him-"

your words take precedence without effort, "with the white swan, odette has to show the struggle of her spell with the frantic miming that she has to do. 'i'm the queen of the swans, rothbart the bastard turned me into a swan' and so on and so forth. because she's a swan, she has to imitate the gentle way that swans move, along with the technical challenges of the pas de deux. she's very soft and fragile, and the violin makes it all the better in showing the shyness and fear in odette."

two pairs of eyes stare at you curiously as the male's smirk leaves you to break into a nervous laugh as you fidget with your fingers. 

"sorry, i'm talking a lot. too much. do carry on with your jumps," a small apologetic smile appears on your face, failing to note gojo's hesitation to move from his spot and his interest in the way you can talk endlessly about the art.

gojo's smirk merges into a smile even when he accomplishes the many pirouettes demanded of him. he'd want to hear it from your lips next time when you're wrapped up in each other.

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"don't you think he's a little bit too confident for his own good?" nobara whispers to you. with rehearsals off for a few days, you were able to see your best friends again, munching up the calories lost from the afternoon class. 

"yeah... for all we know, he might be stumbling around in rehearsals and picking up girls," megumi muttered.

you rolled your eyes, "he's... not like that, guys. he is confident in class and seems a bit cocky, but that's because he really does live up to his name."

"we might not know much, either. (y/n) has been in rehearsals with the guy. he's probably more focused when there are lesser people in the room," yuji chats through his food, gaining disgusted looks from the three of you when lettuce and chicken litter the table.

"well... don't go falling for the guy, yeah? i've beaten up too many exes in the past," megumi tsked, devouring the salad bowl in front of him.

"yeah, but i didn't ask you to, plus you'd do it anyway. didn't even have to ask," you grin, leaning back in your chair triumphantly.

"if i beat up gojo-senpai, i'll probably get jailed."

you and yuji stifle a laugh at his comment, but nobara doesn't seem impressed with the joke, instead focused more on you and your reactions. 

you weren't actually developing feelings... right?

the memory and kiss linger in your mind like a stubborn stain, not forgetting the intense stare nobara had given you before you said goodbye to the three. a vibration from your phone snaps you out of the daze, opening your chat group to answer your friends. 

[nobara is typing...]

how was rehearsal today?!???! we jsut finished class

also it's been so long since we saw u :(

[(y/n) is typing...]

so good as always is that even a question luv xx

theyre both so talented as individuals as they r in a pdd... it was rlly insightful too!

gojo-senpai kept staring at me today for some reason tho. he felt different today, a little more reserved and whatnot

[megumi is typing...]

Maybe he felt intimidated by your skill lol

"i'll take my leave first, (y/n)! i've got an errand to run. mei mei's accompanying me," ieiri grins, bringing you into a sweat-filled hug. she's used to soaked leotards, even if the grimace on your end doesn't go unnoticed by the principal.

she lets out a chuckle, "you'll get used to mixed sweat and whatnot, (y/n). see ya!"

curtseying comes easy, bidding goodbye to the principal and the ballet mistress.

you were ready to go back to the conversation on your phone, although a call of your name distracted you from the conversation.

"yes...? gojo?" you mumbled, the last name feeling foreign on your lips without the honorific at the back. you put your phone away as the studio immediately diminishes in size, seemingly putting the two of you in a tight space with nowhere to go. it certainly felt like it, with the wordless prompt of his hand.

"try the pas de deux with me," gojo proposes, pulling up a piano rendition of the score on spotify. it wasn't hard to spot the mischievous sparkle in his eye, along with the attractive grin plastered on his face.

the studio appeared calmer now that ieiri and mei mei had left, yet the conflict in your mind was loud and unwelcomed. it felt like a battle between the angel and the devil, and you were sure the devil was nobara herself, screeching at you to remind you of the shit-ton amount of conceitedness he had.

"are we allowed to? don't other people need to use the studio?" you mumble, standing up with the help of gojo nevertheless.

you're playing right into his hand, yet you took it anyway.

he waves a hand, "it's fine; you do know the pas de deux, don't you? we didn't go over it together much, but i'm sure the past rehearsals served you well."

the beginning was refined, having done it earlier with mei mei's help. it was mostly the only thing the two of you went over when mei mei was around, leaving the more complicated parts to ieiri. the fish dive comes naturally this time, imagining the glowing lights and the striking wedding tutu that kitri sports in the third act. 

there are howls of laughter at the many mishaps after that. knowing you hadn't rehearsed any of it with your partner, nor with the music before, it was only fair that accidents were to happen.

"no, no, if you let me go, i will kill you- ah! gojo!" you threaten, but it's lost in your mouth as he spins you way too many times, letting a loud shriek escape your mouth.

from a failed pirouette to a fish dive where he almost dropped you (he didn't), the laughter spilling from yours and his lips weren't common in a company class with everyone trying to dance their best.

"hey, hey, lay off the hair!" gojo quips, catching your off-balanced pirouette with a secure hand on the waist. you went along with the music, anyway, giving your exaggerated interpretation of kitri just as the music builds up. that earns a laugh from him, skillfully guiding you through even with the light banter in the room

"here it comes," he mutters to you, feeling the support of gojo's hands on yours as he pushes you off the complete the double attitude turn before hearing a loud ‘thwap!’.

"fuck, sorry! oh my god," you apologise, retracting your leg almost immediately after the collision.

"ah, shit," gojo exclaims, rubbing the side of his thigh as he brings you down gently. there's a frown on his face as you take a peek at the place you hit, the only thoughts running through your head being the articles or scandals you might be caught in.

(y/n) attempting to harm six eyes theatre's golden principal dancer? (y/n)'s downfall full of jealousy? (y/n) and the infamous gojo caught in a fight?

a giggle gets you out of the trenches, hands revealed like a finished magician's act. 

"i was kidding; that didn't hurt one bit," gojo jokes, hands naturally reaching forward to place them on your hips, "loosen up a bit, (y/n)."

"i am loose!" your mouth falls into a straight line, "shit that sounded bad, didn't it?" bursting into laughter, your head falls onto his shoulder as your hand reaches up to grasp at his forearm before recovering from the unexpected joke.

as the pas de deux fades off into nothing, only your breaths could be heard in the large studio, blending with the cold air of the air-conditioning and the hot breaths coming from your mouths. strings play softly from the phone, but all you can hear is the echo of the familiar melody as if it was being played in an auditorium. 

gojo gives you a gentle smile that you reciprocate, stuck in that annoying hypnotisation of his blue eyes and the same soft look he gives you whenever you aren't looking. 

you were looking now, though, and you'd like it even better if time stood still for you to savour this moment.

"would you like to go on a date with me (y/n)?"

there it was, the million-dollar question. it wasn't like you imagined this every night before you slept or whether he'd perform a flashy proposal to ask you out.

but even then, you thought back to the smirks he directed at every other dancer, you thought back to the conversation in masamichi's office, you thought back to nobara's advice.

"surely you're not thinking of getting wooed by gojo satoru, are you? it's dangerous, (y/n), i'm sure you know that."

"fuck, i know! but then he kisses my cheek that one time and everything feels right again. he jokes with me in rehearsals and nudges me when mei mei-sensei compliments me. he treats me to lunch and looks at me with so much passion i almost want to believe it. these past weeks of rehearsals have taught me well in dance, but i'm sure it's making my love life miserable with how much he looks at me and then goes back to flirting with the other dancers."

"i'm sorry, i can't, gojo."

you make haste with the way you're scurrying out of the studio, breaking into a jog to make sure he doesn't catch after you.

you should've said yes, right? with how much he's been building up the courage these past few weeks, careful not to let ieiri spot his sneaky glances. even the kiss on your cheek left his heart pumping long after he's left the diner. 

all that to leave him in the dust.

gojo lays in bed that day, eyes fully open as he struggles to get some rest, unaware of the similar turmoil you were going through. the dancer managed to sleep after innumerable amounts of overthinking, departing from consciousness with thoughts of you, just like he always has.

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there weren't any tears involved on your end, save for some of the glossy looks you've given your black and white poster as you played with your pillowcase in anxiety. 

you dreaded the next rehearsal, knowing you had to face gojo sooner or later, especially with how you reacted to his question.

"mei mei-sensei, gojo," his name was muttered instead, embarrassed with the way you rushed out of the studio the previous day. mei mei looks between the two of you, clapping her hands together to get your attention.

"ieiri pulled a nerve around her arch, which was why we've been going to the orthopaedic more often. it's a minor injury, and she's resting right now, so we'll have to work with the two of you first. we'll stop at where we always do but feel free to continue if you feel comfortable."

great. it had to be on a day where i couldn't possibly face gojo.

he says nothing at that, both you and the pianist unsure of whether you were to continue.

gojo was still in his a game, hitting every leap and lifting you without much struggle. you, not so much, as the words you said to him replayed in your head like a broken record.

you fell off your balances, you couldn't portray kitri well, you felt the weight of your body get heavier with each repeated thought of the day before. hell, even your practice tutu felt heavy. 

he sighs again for the umpteenth time as the music stops, the two of you receiving the same criticism from the previous run. mei mei tries her best to be polite, although you can tell she's losing her patience as well.

"(y/n)? what's gotten into you? i understand every dancer has their bad days, but today appears terrible with the silent treatment you two are giving each other."

you swallow at the question, taking a shaky breath before opening your mouth. you look to gojo for help, but his eyes evade yours by looking at the floor with arms crossed. his head whips toward you with your following words.

"he asked me... on a date. i rejected him, rushed out the studio," you mutter, tracing the fabric of the tutu hanging on your hips.

"you asked her out on a date?" mei mei states in disbelief, looking at the ballerino with a face full of perplexity. 

"yeah, i did, and i would do it again," the last whisper is lost to you, unable to hear because of the distance between you and him.

"wh- why? what's wrong with that?" you ask mei mei-sensei, yet again being pulled in by the sky blue of his eyes before looking to the ballet mistress.

"mei mei-"

"gojo never asks anyone out. ever. i'm sure you're the first one."

you can see gojo deflate at that at the corner of your eye, shoulders sagging forward in defeat while mei mei takes the chance to leave for you to sort things out. 

"what...?" was the only thing you could muster, eyes following your instructor as she exits the space.

"you two are dismissed for now. talk to him about it and resolve your problem," she waves a hand at you, the tension growing by the second as she's entirely out of the studio.

"gojo?" you ask cautiously, stepping up to him to pull him from the position he was in.

"you believe the rumours, the articles, don't you?" he says, completely unrelated to the situation at hand. the look he gives you was something you couldn't figure out, snatching his arm out of your grip as he puts some distance between the two of you. 

"you think i'm some cocky bitch who's just strutting around the company, free to do my own thing?" the other says it in a quiet tone, but it didn't make it less menacing than if he were to shout it. 

"do you think i enjoy the way the female dancers throw themselves at me when i'm trying to focus on my mistakes and corrections? you think i enjoy the annoying ass articles written about me?"

with each question, gojo doesn't fail to intimidate you, taking a step each time until you're cornered against the barre. those questions are left unanswered as gojo's eyes bore into yours, losing its usual spark when he glances at you during the pas de deux or when he's laughing at a joke you made over lunch.

"do you think i enjoy being talked about every. single. time?! when i'm passing in the corridors, in masamichi's office, in the company classes, among the little trio you have going on. when i asked you out, it was because i genuinely felt that i could connect to you: with no wrong assumptions or bad impressions," gojo runs a hand through his sweaty hair, the frustrated emotions he felt seeping through into his speech.

"...everything felt so fake to me while getting to know you were the only real thing i could cherish when i get to hold you during the pas de deux, or when my lips landed on your cheek. it was the only real thing that brought on your blush that i imagine your lips on mine way too much."

you chose to ignore the way your heart flutters at the confession, staring up at him with apparent conflict on your face.

"then why can't you just ignore them? i'd expect someone like you to not give a shit about what people think," you whisper.

"you got to know the wrong gojo, then. just like right now, i can't face what others have to murmur around about me."

"right now...?" you caught onto his words fast, your eyes immediately spotting the curious faces of both your friends and a few other dancers fighting for a spot to watch you two through the studio door's glass.

"c'mon, pack up, let's not talk here," gojo states. within seconds, the two of you were out the door with your hand clasped in his. you were quick on your feet to leave the premises, naturally following gojo's lead to an unknown building. 

letting go of his hand, you explore the space, taking note of every tiny little thing that made the apartment his own.

"sorry for the mess. i live alone and hardly clean the apartment." the nervousness from the studio stayed, the other opting to remain at the doorway in worry. the silence in the apartment grows, your eyes now trained to the floor as gojo suddenly speaks up.

"i couldn't ignore them, (y/n). their expectations disguised as gossip and rumours allowed me to perform properly. i was afraid of disappointment, of getting ridiculed if i were to make mistakes on stage. any slip-up was seen by the company's sponsors, critics, everyone. their eyes were always on me, and i could never let myself get eaten up by the articles." 

"the industry is filled with competition and talent. anyone can replace anyone at any given time; you'd have to have a mind of steel to not get affected by every little thing!"

his eyes meet the back of your head, the fatigue leaking through the lines of his eyes and face. as you turn around, you meet his exhausted ones, and, step by step, you approach the man.

"i can't say i have that mind of steel that i mentioned. i hardly come close to it, (y/n). i'm happy with the company, i'm content with my place, and i'm terribly in love with ballet, but... i'm so tired, really."

your expression of unsaid pity was all you could offer, bringing gojo into a hug as he wrapped his arms around you. the way he relaxed told you of the safe space you provided, while his tight, squeezing arms showed he hasn't embraced in a long time.

a minute or two passes, relishing in the now comfortable silence as the other collects himself. 

"i'm laying everything on you, fuck, i'm sorry."

you shake your head into his chest, "don't apologise, you idiot. i should be the one saying sorry for rushing off like that," pulling away, you were heartbroken to see the shine of his tears waiting to cascade down his cheeks.

"i'm sorry i ran off. i was afraid, for a different reason. my rational side always protects my heart, knowing i've had bad experiences with friends and connections. if i couldn't sustain a friendship, who was i to jump into a relationship?" you hand trails to his nape to mindlessly play with the hair there as a form of habit with your own hair.

"it was brave of you, putting yourself out so vulnerably when i only looked at the surface of what you were. i'm sure it felt like those weeks of getting to know each other meant something to you, and i threw it away in fear that you'd leave me after a few months."

"so please don't apologise, i'm sorry i ever made you feel like shit because i didn't know about the weight on your shoulders."

a smile graces your face, the hand on his nape going back to his cheek.

"and stop crying; it doesn't make your eyes look good," you whisper, wiping the tears before they fall as gojo lets out a chuckle.

"you think my eyes look good?" 

you roll your eyes, "god, who wouldn't? it's like looking at the sky and the ocean all at the same time. and when you stare at me? i always have trouble looking away from you because of how striking they are."

"are they now?" distracted from the emotional vomit earlier, he grins at your description of him. you're lucky to have your hands on his cheeks just so you can feel the effect you have on him every time you offer a compliment.

"are you done complimenting me?"

"i've only commented on your eyes, though. would you like me to continue?"

"i think you should kiss me first."

you're taken aback by gojo's boldness, a surprised expression appearing at the question. the way he looks at you beats the gazes through the mirror as he warms up and the look of interest over his bowl of miso soup. it beats the glances at you during the company classes and the short, fleeting glimpses as you move together during the pas de deux. it beats every single one that your head descends back into his chest, shy at the look of adoration he was giving you.

"can i really?" you whisper in his shirt, refusing to look up even when he pulls away from your embarrassment.

as his arms unwind themselves from your middle, he crouches down to reach your eye and bring you back from a world of uneasy firsts.

"is it your first?"

this was when gojo satoru was at his rawest, with his hands cupped around your cheeks in the slowly darkening apartment as he prepares himself to kiss you.

"it is."

gojo says nothing after that, the moment of silence feeling like forever before his lips meet yours. the sunset coming in from his windows hits at the right time, because then you'd be able to point at it and describe the colours you feel when his mouth moves against yours. you'd be able to sense your heart pumping and blood flowing more clearly than when you've just finished a demanding combination of steps when he encircles his arms around you to bring you closer.

without choreographed steps, nothing feels more fitting than a kiss full of passion that isn't in a pas de deux. ironically, it was the ones you enjoyed more, more than the kisses in romeo & juliet or in manon.

oxygen becomes scarce, then, prompting you to break away from gojo just as your heart fills up with joy, way more than you can fathom.

you crash your lips into his again, now catching him off-guard. he melts into it with no problem, a laugh spilling from his lips at your eagerness.

"i like you a lot, tons, (y/n). i don't say this often, but i like you."

"it's too early to say it's love, right? because i think i like you too, a lot, tons."

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you agreed to keep it under wraps for now, with you planning to leave half n' hour later to avoid suspicion. the dancer sacrificed his Z's so you could catch them instead, although you continued to lay awake in his bed watching the white-haired man get ready. 

"are you sure the floor wasn't uncomfortable? you could've just used your own bed, y'know."

he only shakes his head, "'s okay. my back was acting up, anyway. it was basically free therapy."

you laugh at that, now sitting up fully to admire gojo's physique. with how affectionate and sweet he is behind closed doors, you swore that he was a different man. he shoots you a finger gun and a wink, knowing the way he's got you wrapped around his finger.

"see you later," gojo whispers, landing a peck on you before taking off on his own. it wasn't long before you had to get up, taking in the room and its decorative spaces. he has ballet posters and photos of his friends; he even had a diffuser.

a yawn takes over you as your hands land on the shirt on you.

fuck, you didn't have anything clean to wear. gojo had provided you with a shirt and pants from his wardrobe yesterday, rejecting his briefs with a laugh. with no bra, you decided to just use a spare leotard you keep in your bag, settling for the clothes gojo had lent you the day before.

the theatre felt different when you entered, heading straight for the studio to avoid any more prying eyes from the younger dancers. 

"hey," you say, rubbing at your eyes to the trio warming up their feet.

nobara gasps, grasping at your hand immediately to pull you down onto the floor.

"are you good?" she mumbles, staring at your face for any signs of hurt or crying.

"do i need to beat him up?" megumi challenges, flexing his bicep as a joke, "i've been working out more."

"i'll go tell him off for you, (y/n)!" yuji grins, preparing to quite literally stand up to head over to the other corner of the room.

"no! i mean, yes, i'm good. please don't beat him up, and... sit down, yuji." you sigh. 

"nothing... happened, guys. i know what it looked like in the studio yesterday but there wasn't any catfights or physical fights," you pause, looking at megumi, your hands instinctively going to the pouch where you kept your shoes, "we figured out our problem and solved it, that's all."

"so why are you wearing his shirt, then?" nobara shoots without hesitation, causing you to halt your movements for a bit. beside you, you can hear yuji choking on his water. 

"i... we.. uhm," you trail off, trying to find the right words to fill in the gaps of your explanation. your eyes flit around the room before landing on gojo's, finding that his were already fixed on you.

"uh... yeah... we cleared up our differences and talked a bit," you mutter, lips breaking into a smile before you break eye contact with him. the trio stay dumbfounded at your word vomit, witnessing the exchange with the principal dancer with puzzlement. 

"oh my god, did you guys fuck?" nobara whispers.

"what? no!" you laugh, whacking her shoulder as you stood up to loosen up your feet, preparing for the class conducted by masamichi himself today.

"i'll explain everything when i get back home, okay?" you say to the three of them, stuck in a side hug with nobara as her arm stay loosely wrapped around your waist.

they can only offer you their  nods, bidding you goodbye with a slight wave.

as you enter the same rehearsal studio, there's only a single lone dancer in it, stretching over in a middle split as he scrolls on his phone mindlessly.

"hey," you call out to gojo, setting your bag of things down while you run up to him. he stands up instantly, pulling you into an embrace that shocks you with the sheer force of it.

"did you already miss me? that's fast."

he mumbles into your hair, "mhmm... shut up, please."

you laugh at that, recovering from the hug despite the other's protests.

"c'mon, i need to warm up, plus we're supposed to keep this a secret, right?"

gojo whines but lets you go anyway, but not before he plants a kiss on your hand as he lets you do your own thing. the next set of footsteps catch you in surprise, eyes widening at her presence when you run up to her in excitement.

"ieiri-senpai! are you feeling better?" you ask, peeking around at her feet, where she limped on earlier.

"yes, i am, (y/n)," she pats your head and realises your choice of clothing. you noticed her smirk, but before you could counter her question, she beats you to it, "and... i've seen that the dumbass finally made a move."

there's no denying the blush that makes its way onto your cheeks, seemingly oblivious to the stares from everyone when in reality, they were curious to know of what happened the day before.

"yeah, i guess he did," you sigh dreamily, giving off your feelings as ieiri could only smile at your situation.

mei mei enters the room with authority, making you perk up at her words as she walks to the centre of the barre with purpose.

"i trust that you've solved everything, yes? because you two have been quite the talk around the studio," mei mei states, braiding her hair into a side braid as ieiri takes a seat.

"i took her hand to get away from the crowd, sensei. if anything, i should be blamed for engaging in contact that might've given off the assumption that we were dating," gojo steps up.

"but you are dating, aren't you?" mei mei grins, putting on her shoes.

"i..." you tried to speak, but gojo interrupts you before then.

"only if she'll have me, then yes, we are."

you fight back a smile, stepping forward to catch his hand in yours. he's shaking, not at all the confident gojo satoru that you've become so accustomed to.

"yes," your single affirmation holds so much weight, looking up at him with as much joy as he did with you in the morning.

"okay, good! i've gone through enough of gojo staring at you from across the room. let's continue," mei mei casually says, "i'm sure (y/n) has heard the news, yes?"

she's quick to pull you out of your thoughts of gojo looking at you during rehearsals with the question of the news that left you texting the trio at 1am.

[nitta-sensei is typing...]

(y/n)? do you have a minute to spare?

[(y/n) is typing...]

yes sensei?

what seems to be the...

you're cut off by the abrupt phone call as gojo brushes his teeth, speaking to you, though incoherently, through the foam and lather in his mouth.

"yes, nitta-sensei? what is it?"

"i'm sorry for conveying this news over the phone, and i was too excited to wait until the next day. you might or might not like it, but... you're to replace ieiri in the gala event for now." by now, gojo had stopped brushing due to your lack in reply.

he peeks his head out of the bathroom as nitta continues, "she has to heed her orthopaedic's advice and take a break for now, but since you've been shadowing the two for a good amount of time, masamichi thinks its best you take up the role of the female part."

your jaw stays dropped even after nitta says her goodbyes, the phone lit up due to your shock. 

"(y/n)? what happened?"

"i'm going to be dancing with you, gojo," you say quietly, "i'm dancing the pas de deux with you!" 

you bow your head in acknowledgement, "yes, i have." 

ieiri sees the hesitation since now the original dancer was seated in front of you. she shoots you a double thumbs-up as motivation while mei mei briefs you on the gala like she did with the couple at the start.

it's short, and within the next moment, you're already flying through the sky with gojo's help. the steps start to become more apparent and distinct to you, letting the pianist lead the way as the lifts and pair work merge together like a seamless thread.

mei mei is firm in her teaching, knowing your weaknesses and strengths by heart with the past rehearsals that she's done. stopping the two of you before letting ieiri take over was routine, but for now, ieiri contributes with her wisdom from the chair instead. 

the rehearsal progresses slowly, opting instead to complete it bit by bit as the weeks turn into days and the days turn into hours. you had to take extra care of your feet, icing them and making sure your blisters don't distract you as rehearsals extend longer to ensure your best performance.

when you had your own commitments, your best friends had theirs, fulfilling principal or first soloist roles just for the gala. there was hardly any time for you to see the trio, but you made up with late facetime calls and online dinners with them.

even with the distance in the company class, gojo never fails to make it up to you with kisses under the moonlight as you watch video after video on don quixote, although taking a specific liking to the pairing of nuñez and muntagirov. 

・．━━━━━━━━━━．・

"you ready?" gojo lets out a nervous breath, already hearing the chatter of the gala attendees behind the curtains. beside you, other dancers are warming up for their own parts. some were doing a solo while others were doing a pas de deux like you were, but nonetheless, everyone gathered here was to share the love for ballet.

"hell no, i'm shaking," you laugh, playing with the elastic that was to go over your middle finger. a beautiful, white tutu was tailored just for you with minor tweaks from ieiri's tutu while they were in the midst of completing it. to honour and perform the role of kitri gave you immense joy and excitement, even though you were jittery at the responsibility passed on to you.

"how are you doing?" nobara asks, making you jump at the sudden voice. she lets out a giggle, "sorry."

 "i'm... very nervous. is that even a question?" you ask her, holding onto her exposed shoulder a little too tightly. she dons a breathtaking, flowy costume with puffy sleeves and intricate detail. at the same time, yuji was suited up as nobara's partner in a pair of yellow tights, completing the couple look in the comedy-filled la fille mal gardée.

"oi, hot pants, come here! my partner's here finally after taming his hair," nobara jokes, pulling yuji over. they lean into each other's sides naturally, posing with peace signs and big smiles that they were asked to convey to the audience.

"good luck out there," megumi catches your attention, awkward as can be, as he pulls you in for a hug. his pas de deux partner is smiling at you beside him, taking your hand in hers.

"your rehearsals with gojo-senpai are incredible, (y/n)-senpai! all the best for your performance later," she bows, clearly relieved at saying the things she wanted to say.

"all the best for your le corsaire, too," you grin, waving them off excitedly before joining your basilio at the hip.

"you'll do great out there, trust me," gojo places a peck on your temple, holding you close by the waist as you warm up together. there's shared laughter between the two of you, exchanging jokes to calm your nerves and keep your mind moving. with the rush hour backstage, it was imminent that the show was starting soon, the many dancers continuing their warmup without trouble.

only you seemed to be on edge, performing as the first couple of the night for a role you've always loved and adored while watching from the balcony of auditoriums.

"i will. we will." you nod, hands twined with the other's as the curtains make their way up.

"breathe. we'll nail this like we always do," gojo kisses your linked hands, staring down at you with those same eyes you fell in love with. a smile replaced what you couldn't say out loud, bumping your head into his chest as an affectionate gesture, "let's go."

among the cheers and blinding lights, you could only focus on gojo's hand on the small of your back as he led you out. with practised steps, nothing could faze you except, maybe, his dazzling smile and the gentle eyes he has on you for the whole pas de deux.

living the life of an innkeeper's daughter was what you had to portray. while your 'father' was hesitant at first, he's finally given you the blessing to marry your lover, basilio. the glimmering tutu and effortless partnership was only half the job done, and for the radiant smile you had on at the moment, you hoped at least ieiri and mei mei would be proud of the story you were telling together with gojo.

the feeling from rehearsals is amplified on stage, with the orchestra's power and the costumes, providing you with a feeling like no other. and as gojo approaches with a flawless tour en l'air, you realise that with how much work you put in behind the scenes, the result always pays off. 

as gojo has his hands on your waist, twirling you around like nothing in a quadruple pirouette, you realise that every step was made possible with the help of ieiri and mei mei and your best friends and lastly, gojo satoru.

the golden, treasured prodigy which you somehow managed to develop feelings for. the talented principal who whines when you won't refuse to give him affection and the once-cocky individual who softens just at the sight of you.

and as the music reaches the end, you want nothing more than to stay in this pas de deux with gojo satoru, in a dance of two.

you end off on an incredible note, chest heaving from the demanding technicalities of the pas de deux. nevertheless, your brain shuts out the thunderous applause, with some imparting you with their standing ovations and others who decided to scream 'bravo!' at the stage.

gojo offers a grin, bringing you close with a hand as you thank the audience with endless curtseys. bowing to your partner was next, thanking him for the interminable rehearsals and that hectic day of emotion from the studio right up to his home.

you almost practically run backstage with the adrenaline flowing through your body, the next act already on stage for the gala. 

"oh my god, oh my god!" you whisper-shout in pure glee, hugging gojo close the moment you were out of view of the audience.

"you did it."

"we did it," you reassure, pulling from the embrace to smile up at him. you could feel the dancers' eyes around you, not knowing whether they should look to you or to look away.

his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, "'s okay, let them look. i don't mind it when i'm with you."

"just to confirm, we... shouldn't kiss, right?" you mumble, but you inch closer to his lips anyway.

"no... i don't think we should," gojo grins, indulging you in the very kiss you've waited for, knowing that right now, it wasn't the stage lights, nor was it the general heat after completing a difficult pas de deux.

it's as if the world gave you rose-tinted glasses, because that was all you could recognise now as gojo pulls you from backstage with your hand tightly locked onto his. he wasn't the six eyes theatre's prized principal, he was just gojo as you run past the many costumes being hung with the click-clacking of your pointe shoes.

you could compare it, almost, to running across a field with a billowing dress behind you, but alas, you were satisfied with being his kitri. for when she and basilio have a life of marriage ahead of them, you and gojo satoru have nothing but longing glances and shared laughter over your stumbling slip-ups in the studio as you tackle one act after the next.

the pas de deux was a connection and a story, and the both of you were just starting out yours. 

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ON THE RADIO (Javier Peña x Reader)

ON THE RADIO

(Inspired by “On The Radio” by Donna Summers)

Scenario Series

Javier Peña x Reader

Words: 1585

Warning: None

Authors Note: I loveeee On The Radio by the queen of disco, Donna Summers. It’s one of my favorites from her  I also love Hot Stuff and Last Dance gahhhh I love her music. Maybe I’ll write fics based on those two songs too lmfao. 

Enjoy - K

You had a long day of work, and you desperately wanted to get home. You bet everyone was thinking the same thing as you are stuck grid locked on the road, stuck in traffic.

You were bored out of your mind. You had the radio going to entertain yourself as you passed the time.

“...That was Piano Man by Billy Joel. Gosh it’s such a good song. Now I have something to share with you all” The radio host says to their listeners.

Intrigued, you turn up the volume.

“Now, I was at the bar last night, you know hanging out with friends and having a good time. I found this letter on the floor at the bar. Now you’re all probably wondering...did I read it? Yes, I did. I’m not sure if the person who wrote this dropped it, or if the person this letter addressed it has seen it. I know this letter is none of my business, but something told me to share this letter with you all. I have a feeling it resonate with someone”

Now this was juicy! Your car slowly rolled down the road as the radio began to read the letter.

“This letter is addressed to..” The radio host says your name. Huh, what a coincidence.

“I don’t know where to begin...There were countless times I tried picking up the phone to call you, but I always chickened out. I wanted to hear your voice, but how I ended our relationship in June, the last thing you probably want is to hear from me. There is so much I want to tell, but I can never find the words to explain, nor am I good at expressing how I feel in person, you know that. I decided to write you a letter expressing the feelings I feel for you.

I love you. I fucking love you. I love you so much that it scares me. I have never felt this way for everyone before. I made the decision to cut you from my life. I needed to protect you, so I sacrificed everything we had to keep you safe. By wanting to keep you safe, I hurt you. I will never forget the look on your face when I shattered your heart into a million pieces that night. I made it seem like you meant nothing to me, but in reality you mean everything. Absolutely everything. I would rather have you hate me and be safe, than be in love with me and something happens to you because of my line of work. I thought pushing you away would be easier for the both of us.

After everything I did, I realized how much I needed you. I need you by my side. I need you for the good days, the bad and everything in between. You’re the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think about when I’m drifting off to sleep. I miss you. I know things between us might not ever be the same, but know how much I love you and how sorry I am for the pain I caused you.

All my love,

JP

My gosh..What a letter” the radio host says. 

Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, your knuckles turning almost white. Your eyes widened as you stared straight ahead at the traffic. Your heart was pounding relentlessly against your chest.

The letter was no coincidence at all. That letter was addressed to you, it was for you. The radio host did not mention his name, but you knew who they meant. It was Javier.

The radio host says your name again “I hope you’re listening...and do what you wish with this information. I wish you and the person that wrote you this letter the best.”

Your mind was swirling. You were surprised and shocked, but you wonder if Javier had heard the radio host read and broadcast his letter to you live for himself.

Honking cars broke you from your trance. Your car was parked in the middle of the road. Cars berated you with honks, cars severed around annoyed you were holding up and disturbing the flow of traffic.

You saw an exit to get off the freeway. You quickly vered your car over to the right, cutting off cars as you made it all the way over to the right lane. You went to the exit and just kept driving.

He loved you. He always had. That night he made you think differently. Things had been hard since your relationship with him ended in June. The only thing that you wanted to hear from him is that he loves you and that he would be coming back home to you.

Without thinking, you drove to his apartment. You needed to see him. You needed to talk about the letter. You made it to his apartment complex, you parked your car in an empty spot and parked it. You get out and rush into the building.

You enter the elevator and hit the button to the fifth floor. The elevator ride felt like an eternity as it ascended. Your mind was racing, what if he didn’t write you a letter? Did the radio host really read a letter? Were you making it all up in your head? Was this a whole elaborate illusion your mind made up in your head to help you cope with the pain of him breaking this off with you?

You shook your head trying to clear your thoughts as the elevator doors opened. You walk down the hall and march your way over to Javier's door.

You bring your fist up, and pound it against his door.

Javier opened the door, surprised at you standing there. You came here out of the blue, his heart was racing as he stared down at you.

He says your name “What are you doing here?” The worst pop into his head. Someone is after you “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He looks at you with scared and concerned eyes.

“Is it true?” Your eye contact is not breaking his.

“What are you talking about?”

“The letter!”

“What letter?”

“The letter you wrote to me. Is what you wrote true?”

“The letter-” he looks confused at first but realization washes over him. He understood what you were talking about. He quickly goes back into his apartment. You follow him inside and shut his door. He walks over to his living room, taking his leather jacket off the sofa, and sticks his hand in his pocket, only to find his fingers sticking out of a big gaping hole.

“Shit” he mutters under his breath. He sets his jacket back down and turns to you. “Wha- H-how did you know about the letter?”

“Someone found the letter you wrote me, they read it on the radio. They told the world just how you felt”

“On the radio?”

“The radio host found it at a bar. They read it over the air. When they said my name, I thought it was a coincidence, but they started getting into details about things that hit too close to home. I knew it was meant for me. They didn't need to say your name because I knew it was from you”

You fiddled with the ends of your sleeves. You were nervous. Not sure how this conversation would go.

Javier closes his eyes and sighs. His hand rubs the back of his neck as he tilts his head slightly.

“Were you ever going to send it to me?” you asked

“I don’t know...I wrote it a while ago. I always carried it with me until I was ready to give it to you...guess the universe had other plans.”

Silence fell between the two of you.

“I really did mean everything I said in that letter. I love you...I always have and always will. I thought I was doing the right thing-”

Tears begin to fill in your eyes. “You don’t get to make that choice for me, Javier. You shouldn’t have made that choice for me. You took it away from me! Only I get to decide what's best for me and what I want”

“I know that and I'm sorry. I am sorry for pushing you away and for making you think I never loved you, but I do. I love you with all my heart, every fucking fiber of my being, to the moon and back.

You let your tears fall freely. To hear him say that he loves you for the first time in a while made you feel weak in the knees.

“Please don’t don’t cry- look, if you never wanna hear from me again-

“Fuck, I missed you so much” you sobbed as you quickly slammed his body into his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried into him. You both held each other tightly.

“I love you, Javier.”

The two you pull away, Javier holds your face in his hands. He caresses your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face. He tucks a stand behind your ear and wipes tears away with his thumbs.

The two of you lean to each other sharing a passionate kiss. Pulling away you foreheads rest against each other as your hold each other

“I love you” he says softly.

You smile “I know, they said it really loud, the said it on air, on the radio”

MT: @icanbeyourjedi  @sara-alonso @greeneyedblondie44 @hb8301 @alberta-sunrise @spacenerdpascal @ryleyrooroo @reader-s-cantina @nikkixostan @mindidjarin @evyiione 

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Byakuya Prom HCs

request; Prom Headcanons for Byakuya Togami with Fem! S/O, please? Thank you!

warnings; fem!reader, fem pronouns and names referring to females, pre-tragedy, reader is stubborn af, cussing, fluff

note; argh sorry i took a fucking week to finish this T_T i’ll punch myself later for it, don’t worry mate. sorry if it seems a bit rushed(because it is), i was a bit tired when i wrote this. anyhow, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

- mod chia

◊ For prom, you’re the one who had to ask him out first albeit, a couple of hundred times before he says yes. he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask you, so you had to take matters into your own hands.

◊ Byakuya wasn’t interested in prom at all, or just any school activities where you have to have ‘fun’; hence why he didn’t ask you out. 

◊ When you had first asked him out for prom and he said no, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to go with you, it was because prom sounded like a pain to him and he’d much rather go on a library date with you. Though, he won’t tell you that.

◊ So to get him to actually say yes and willingly go to prom with you, would likely be impossible.

◊ But not for you! You weren’t going to give up just because a douche told you to! God can’t save Byakuya now because, phew! You are stubborn.

◊ You’d try everything. Like, everything to get him to go with you.

◊ You got Aoi to get her swimming friends to help, although she did not like Byakuya that much and she was confused as to why you did??, she thought she’d at least help you out for your sake only >:(

◊ She got four synchronized swimmers with a letter on each of their swimsuits to do a dance routine in the school pool. Once Aoi finally got things organized, you called Byakuya over and he saw the whole thing.

◊ He wasn’t even fazed.

◊ His only favourite part was how happy you looked when they did their synchronized routine lmfao

◊ Anyways, the swimmers made sure to remember to flip Byakuya off before they hit the showers.

◊ You were perplexed as he wasn’t even a little dazzled by the amazing routine Aoi’s team created, your spirits crushed, ‘How do I do something better than that!?’ though mind you, that didn’t mean you would give up. You still kept trying.

◊ Every five seconds, a person would run into Byakuya’s classroom to say something like, ‘The library is burning down!’ or ‘Makoto has cancer!’ to get him to follow them to his demise yet another promposal. 

◊ He got out of his seat extremely quick when he heard about cancer, fucker wanted to watch Makoto slowly die away as the disease takes over his body- Oh wait, it’s just you. And more… roses. 

◊ Needless to say, he was disappointed but still was happy that he could see your face though Makoto dying would’ve been cooler-.

◊ One time you had barged into his classroom during a test with a bouquet in hand, a sign that said, ‘Prom?’ and your confidence was at first, through the roof. You opened your mouth to speak, imaginary sparkles surrounding your face, before Byakuya started glaring at you with imaginary laser eyes that you were sure could murder you. You slowly backed out, understanding the message loud and clear. Feeling awkward as the students and Byakuya glared at you, “Y-yeah um, yeah I can come back-” Byakuya cut you off, “Don’t.” Glaring back at him with a shit-eating smirk, “Oh, but I will.”

◊ sigh.

◊ The last promposal you did was with 3 other people planning to prompose, thinking that if you guilt him enough and put him on the spot, he would finally give you that sweet, sweet ‘Yes.’

◊ ––and it worked.

◊ You got Kyoko, Mondo, and Sakura to perform with you; turns out they all had someone to prompose to. 

◊ You all did a sick dance routine, almost completely in sync(keyword; almost).

◊ Once it ended, you all picked up signs from the floor and started walking towards your loved ones’ It went like, Aoi, “OHMYGOD BABBEEEE YESSS!!” Kiyotaka, “HECK YEAH BRO!” Makoto, “*sniff*, Y-yes.” aaaaaaand lastly, your one and only, Byakuya. 

◊ You looked him in the eye pleadingly, a small pout on your face as you fidgeted with the ends of the sign, “Just for one night?” Byakuya looked around at the kissing, happy couples, feeling like he might be leaving you out, he sighed, “....ugh fine.”

◊ When he first saw you in your prom attire, he almost got a boner- No, I’m kidding. But not really—You see, he did get a boner, but not a penis boner; a heart boner. For you <3 i hate myself

◊ His breath was taken away from you, and so was his heart, as he laid his eyes on your beautiful dressed up self. He had tried to conceal his shock, but the sparkle in his eyes gave it away. Quickly, he handed you the corsage of flowers that matched the ones on his breast-pocket, a not so prominent blush on his face. “I- Ahem. I brought you this because I assumed it’d be fitting for the event this evening.” He spoke formally, as a result of you giggling at his fat-cat tone. 

◊ “Okay then, princely, then shall you escort me to your fancy limousine- I mean, carriage?” Byakuya rolled his eyes, resisting a small smile, “Stop mocking me.” You beamed at him, “You know you love it~”

◊ Prom night would be more fun than Byakuya had originally thought. Other than the sweaty and horny teenagers groping and grinding against each other, you made it tolerable for him. He told himself, as long as he kept his eyes on you, everything would be okay.

◊ When I say he kept his eyes on you, I mean it. While he danced with you, he wouldn’t look away from you for a second, bumping into people and barreling through teen couples as he danced like shit with you.

◊ Byakuya shouldered Aoi as he danced past them, “Byakuya, she’s our friend!” Byakuya cursed as he stumbled over his footwork, “Friend? That bitch is our mortal enemy.”

◊ Byakuya probably prefers slow dancing, though his ultimate favourite is doing absolutely nothing at all :)

◊ Though, if you had begged him to dance with you, that would be the only thing he agrees to. 

◊ When Byakuya dances with you, he imagines himself as dazzling and charming, capturing everyone’s attention as he waltzed around the room, leading you.

◊ In reality, he is absolute shit at dancing.

◊ His family never let him take dance lessons, seeing as they were useless towards benefiting the family business. So, he had no idea at all on how to dance. Although it looked like he was leading, in reality, you were the one leading him. 

◊ In the end, you both end up having a great time together. He refused to say he enjoyed it, however, you knew deep down he loved it, he was just too much of a tsundere to admit it.