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burntheedges · 4 days ago

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they're gonna daaaaance!!! 😭 and I'm so glad people love Adrian because I love him so much. thank you Freya 🥺🥰

Pas de Deux Chapter 3

Din Djarin x f!reader | 2.2k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: You talked to Din and he complimented you, and so you felt like you needed to return the favor.

a/n: welcome back! what's up in our favorite ballet company this week? See my notes at the end and on the masterlist about reader in this fic and ballet in general. Thank you @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta, as always!!

chapter tags/warnings: gen, ballet terms (see end notes and the masterlist for definitions and videos), a bit of angst, a bit of fluff

Chapter 3

The next day you weren’t sure what to expect when you entered the studio for class. You glanced around the room and found most of the company there, with Din warming up alone as usual. When he saw you he met your eyes and nodded. You nodded back, surprised.

You quickly slipped your shoes on and stood, rolling your shoulders back and stretching. Maybe it was time to break up the routine of Din being so separate from everyone else. You nodded to yourself and walked across the room towards him.

“Good morning,” you greeted, trying not to sound nervous. You took up a position near him and started to stretch.

He looked over at you, face expressionless as always. “Morning.”

You breathed through a stretch while you considered what to say next. “How was rehearsal yesterday?”

He turned towards you fully and tilted his head. “Good.” You waited, but he didn’t continue. You weren’t sure what to do or say next.

You opened your mouth to say something, you weren’t sure what, when Adrian stepped up next to you.

“Good mooorning,” he greeted, drawing out the first syllable of morning with a smirk on his face. “I’m Adrian, by the way.” Din nodded at him and he nodded back. “Breaking down barriers, are we?” He elbowed you and you felt your cheeks heat as you rolled your eyes.

You were saved from any further awkwardness by Alexa’s arrival, and you and Adrian moved to your usual positions at a different barre.

Before she started the music Adrian leaned towards you, eyebrows raised. “What was that about? Are we brave, now?”

You shrugged. “I figured now that I’d talked to him once, maybe I could do it again? Make the whole vibe in here less awkward?”

He glanced back at Din, whose back was turned to the two of you. “How did it go?”

You shook your head. “Not sure. We didn’t get very far.”

Alexa started the music, and you sprang apart. You spent the rest of class trying not to be obvious as you watched Din at the barre and later going across the floor, wondering what he thought about it all. It was impossible to tell.

As usual, he was the first one out at the end of class, disappearing quickly down the long hallway.

…

You thought about it on Sunday, your only day off in non-performance weeks (which you usually spent trying to relax, stretching, doing PT, running errands, and recovering from a long week). You resolved to try again on Monday, and even brainstormed some questions for Din to try and break the ice.

You weren’t totally sure why you were feeling so compelled to do this, other than the surprise that Din had noticed you and your dancing. And complimented you. With details. It felt like returning the favor, to try to make it a bit easier for him in class.

But your plans were interrupted on Monday morning when Karga intercepted you outside of his office.

“Ah, just the person I was looking for! Come in, let’s talk for a minute. Don’t worry,” he continued when he saw you start to gesture down the hall. “Alexa knows you’ll be a little bit late.”

You blinked, surprised. Being late to morning class was generally not encouraged, to put it mildly. But you followed behind Karga into his office and took a seat across from him at the desk.

“Now, this shouldn’t take long. Tell me – what do you think of Din?”

You opened your mouth and then closed it again. “Um,” you started and wished you hadn’t. “What do you mean?”

“When you talked, and in class – how is he doing?”

You weren’t sure why Karga was asking you about this, but you tried to answer anyway. “Oh, fine I think. It’s hard when you’re new, but I mean, his dancing is beautiful.”

Karga nodded. “It is. Well, I thought it might take some time. Anyway, that’s not the main thing I wanted to talk about.”

You straightened in your chair, unsure of where this could be going. You thought things had been going well for you. You hoped that wasn’t about to change.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait. We’d like you to dance the pas de deux with Din in the anniversary gala.”

You blinked and this time your mouth dropped open completely against your will. “You…” You had no idea what to say. “What?”

Karga smiled and leaned forward on his elbows. “I think you’re the ideal choice, to be honest with you. You’ll balance each other in all the right ways. And you have so much to learn from each other as well!” He tapped his fingers against the table and considered you. You were sure you still looked shocked. “You can say no, but I’d like you to at least give it a try first.”

You shook your head, startled into a response at last. “No! I mean, yes. I mean, I’d love to.” You winced. “I’m saying yes, not no.”

Karga grinned. “Excellent. Din already knows, I spoke with him this morning. We’ll post this with the final changes to the other programs this afternoon before rehearsal.”

You swallowed nervously. “Um, alright. What about the quartet?” You had no idea what the reaction would be when the others found out that you had been given this role.

Karga nodded. “We will also announce who will join the quartet, since you will be doing this instead. Go on to class. We’ll discuss more details later, and you probably won’t start regular rehearsals until after the show this month. Until then, I’d like you to try to talk to Din a bit more. I know he can be…” Karga trailed off, and smiled wryly. “A bit closed off.” You smiled a bit, hesitant. “But give it a try.”

You nodded. “Alright, thank you.” You stood up, but stopped short. “Thank you for the opportunity. I– well. I am grateful. Um, can I ask a question?”

Karga nodded and spread his hands out in a welcoming gesture. “Of course!”

You worried the strap of your bag. “Well, um. Why me?”

Karga leaned forward. “As I said, you complement each other.”

You nodded. “I mean, I’m sure others could balance his style, too. I just…”

“Ah,” Karga nodded and sat back in his chair. “Well, I do think you’re the ideal choice, that was the truth. You have a perspective on ballet that Din could learn from, and you from him.” He paused. “You’re also the first person in the company I’ve seen Din have a conversation with since he arrived. The first person I know of at all, outside of the staff and instructors.”

You felt your eyebrows rise in surprise. You weren’t surprised to hear that he hadn’t talked to many people in the company, but you were surprised that you were first and apparently only one. “Oh.” You nodded. “Thank you again.”

“No, thank you – I know the pas de deux will be lovely.”

…

Adrian shot you a questioning look when you arrived late to morning class, but you shook your head. “Later,” you whispered as you joined him at the barre, and he narrowed his eyes but nodded.

You settled in before looking up, but when you did you almost froze in the middle of a fondu.

Din was looking at you, and when you looked up your eyes found his like they were magnetized, drawing you in.

You only faced each other at the barre when you were working your left sides, and it just so happened that you were facing each other now. And he was looking at you.

You didn’t know how long you held his gaze, even as you felt the awkward tension growing between you. But you couldn’t look away, and his face was as expressionless as always. Your body continued through the exercise with little to no input from you. You were suddenly glad that you could fall back on your training, and that Alexa had you do the same practice almost every day.

You didn’t tear your eyes away until you turned to face the other direction. But then you were facing the mirror, and you found yourself tracing the lines of Din’s shoulders and the length of his neck as he moved. You could see how strong he was.

Karga had said he told him this morning, and clearly it was on Din’s mind. Why else would he be looking at you?

You tried not to outright stare for the rest of class. You tried to put it out of your mind and focus, but every glimpse of Din drew you in. You found yourself tracking his movement across the floor more than once and shook your head, looking away.

When class finally ended, you closed your eyes and shook out your shoulders. You barely had a moment to breathe, though, before Adrian crashed into you. He threw his arm around your shoulders and almost spun you in a circle.

“And just what was that all about?” he asked, squeezing you. “First you’re late and Alexa doesn’t bat an eye, and then Djarin can’t keep his eyes off of you during class?”

You felt your cheeks start to burn. “I– what?”

Adrian nodded and leaned closer. “He kept looking at you, at the barre. And then he watched you go across the floor every time.”

You blinked. “Um, well,” you started, and glanced around to see if Din was still there. He wasn’t, he’d probably left quickly like always. “Karga offered me the pas de deux.”

‘What?!” Adrian exclaimed, and you elbowed him when several people turned to look at you because he was so loud. He lowered his voice to a shouting whisper. “Oh my god! What!”

“I know!” you said, tucking your arm through his and leading him to your bags. “I said yes, obviously, but fuck. He wants me to dance with Din Djarin?” You could hear the anxiety and fear in your tone and you knew Adrain could too when his face softened.

“Hey, no,” he said, pulling you into a hug. “He offered it to you because you’re fucking amazing, ok? Now that you said it I can see it. You have all the right skills to make it something amazing. If Djarin can just pull that classical stick out of his ass you’ll to light that stage on fire together.”

You laughed, despite your worries. “Karga said he thinks we complement each other.”

Adrian looked thoughtful. “You know, I really can see it. I think he’s right. And shit, this is huge!” He grabbed your upper arms and shook you. “There’s no way you don’t make principal, not after this.”

You shrugged. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. You’d only just made first soloist. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Adrian scoffed as the two of you started to head for the door. “Maybe, she says. As if you weren’t just chosen for a freaking brand new, world premiere, three-part pas de deux with Din Djarin.”

You laughed at his lofty, teasing tone. “Ok, ok. I mean, I’m not going to think about it like that, because I’ll get way too nervous. But ok.”

He shook his head at you, smiling. “Hey, wait. I never said – congratulations. You fucking deserve it. And I can’t wait to watch my best friend blow everyone away.”

You grinned and ducked your head. “At least it’s with Kuiil.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah, we all know how you feel about Kuiil’s choreo.”

“Hey!” You bristled playfully. “His choreo is amazing.”

You kept going down the hallway together, arm in arm, with Adrian teasing you about your ballet-crush on Kuiil’s choreography (he was right, you loved it), and you teasing him back about his secret love of the classical style above all else, even if he did love the more character-driven roles, too.

When you reached the hall of rehearsal studios, you had to split up. Adrian hugged you one last time before darting into his practice. You turned to continue towards yours when you were brought up short by a tall figure, all in black, leaning against the wall next to the studio door.

“Oh!” you said, stopping just inches away from him. “Hi, Din.”

He nodded at you, but didn’t respond. He had his arms crossed and he was wearing his expressionless mask. You started to feel nervous.

“Um, Karga said– he said he spoke with you this morning?” you cringed internally at your uncertain tone.

Din nodded again but didn’t say anything. You floundered. “Well,” you said, searching for something else to say. “I’m looking forward to working together.” You wanted to take it back immediately when he didn’t react. What if he hated the idea, actually, and didn’t want to dance with you at all?

But Din finally spoke then. “Kuiil said we’ll start rehearsals in the next week or two.” His tone was hard to read, and you couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t responded to what you said, really. He stared at you for a moment, and you wished you could see past his mask. “I’ll see you then.”

Din turned and walked away, and you stood there, frozen in place, wondering why it suddenly felt like this wasn’t going to go well at all.

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a/n: the pas de deux!! how do we think it will go? 👀 some ballet terms:

fondu - to melt - you bend both legs and straighten at the same time, but one extends outwards (watching the video will help lol)

company class - I thought now would be a good time to talk about the company class again. All companies have their dancers attend regular technique-focused classes where they do barre work, center work, and the combinations across the floor. It won't be the same every day but it will often cover the same skills and techniques. NBT is more laid back so the dancers aren't all wearing a uniform for class or rehearsal, necessarily. It's more like this, this or this. Or this. You can see how they start with the barres in the middle of the room - that's how it's set up with Din and reader are diagonal from each other and facing each other when working their left sides.

pas de deux - a dance for two people. Usually story ballets feature these prominently throughout the ballet but there are also pas de deux that are choreographed on their own. A grand pas de deux has 5 parts and a particular structure. There are some particularly famous ones and it doesn't have to be a man and a woman, though it often is. Usually principal dancers get these roles, so it's a bit of a surprise that reader is offered it instead of one of the principals (but not a huge surprise, she is a first soloist). This pas de deux is going to be more contemporary ballet and it's not going to follow the classical structure. I will share more videos to give you an idea of that in the future! Here's part of a famous classical one from Nutcracker, and another from Swan Lake.

#comment reblog #nbt fic #pas de deux fic

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stepsonsilco · 5 years ago

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#Ya girl is happy #Got some new threads #Looking Fina af #If I may say so myself #Going out for a friend's birthday tonight #Gonna get drunk #Which Is much needed #Gonna daaaaance #Alooooot #I'm exciiiiiited #Also I apologise #In advance for any drunk posts #Sorreh #Drinking cw #Drinking tw #Alcohol tw #Is that how that works?#Sorry

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curiosity-killed · 4 years ago

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Okay now that I have made a Horrible Terrible No-Good Shitpost and banished it to the drafts I can focus on other things, namely, my sister has a thing tonight which means I have 2 entire hours to fuck around with no one around to see (╯✧ ∇ ✧)╯

#personal #still need to do the last half of these essays BUT #I am gonna daaaaance #gonna be so niiiiiice #should practice inversions and rolls tbth #but will also probably mostly just give myself class like usual lmao #also should reply to the messages I’ve been ignoring orz #if you’ve sent me anything in the last 3 days I promise I’m not ignoring you #I’ve just been stressed lol

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antthonystark · 7 years ago

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Who do you think is more talented, Harry or Matthew?

okay like……okay so i really love matt…..you know i love matt i love him so much i think he does a phenomenal job portraying alec and i think he understands his character so well and works hard and is so smart and his acting in general deserves a bit more recognition by the fandom and did i mention i love him and will always love and support him

but

harry ……. like come on now …. harry is a veritable triple threat….harry is the literal definition of a triple threat right like it’s not like he’s a dancer who can kinda sing and act he’s literally so good at everything so when you say talented …i mean just watch the man dance it’s insane PLUS he’s also a phenomenal actor and PLUS he’s also a good singer so i mean……….i love matt (so much) but it’s not really a contest if we’re talking about talent in general

so yeah, harry. harry is so amazing and insanely hard-working and still humble and lovely and just….we’re really lucky to have him tbh like just look at all the people who have ever worked with him i’m pretty sure 90% of them are at least a little bit in love with him and honestly who can blame them

but if you were talking about just acting - as in who is the more talented actor - then i think we could have a pretty fun discussion

#i was gonna be like it's hard to compare but it's really not lol #i love you matt but #harry wins out of pretty much everyone just watch him daaaaance #and he's so smart #and funny #and kind #and talented did i mention talented #harry shum jr #anonymous #mavra answers

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lady-writes · 4 years ago

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BoN Fête Day 5: Watch Night

This was easy and treeeat. I’M FINNA RAMBLE SO HOP TO END FOR MUSIC

Watch Night is just some Christian sillyness because why cant we pull out heads out of our collective ass, also prudish folk who wanna like reflect on the year and shit when they could be dancing like idiots in the comfort of their own homes in socks or out at a club or a party, though this year we are all dancing at home /ramble.

Regardless Watch Night sounds cool as fuck and is gonna be a themed NYE party I throw at some point after the plague

I ignored the wholesome Mission focused Human Rights Day prompt and went for fucking partying because I’m pent up as hell and I wanna daaaaance (in case u couldnt tell)

THE POINT

BoN BANGERZ

BoN but with like the Feels for your Feelings

Not one but 2 Book Of Nile Playlists! One is a fuckton of Certified Bangers™️* and the other is a more sedate collection of more contemplative but still shippy feeling tracks. Ya’ll so many people are making sad ass dance music ITS WILD but I also want us all to be ok

GO FORTH AND DANCE oR Like Feel your Feelings. I am no one’s Boss

*What is a Banger™️ you ask?

A banger is any song that makes you wanna move. A banger makes your heart thump, makes your big toe shoot up in your boot, puts some honey in your hips, makes you do embarrassing dance moves and mime singing and then laugh good naturedly at yourself. Not all Bangers Slap or are BOPs, but if it Slaps and/or its a BOP it is without question a Banger. Its a broad category and the playlist is dance/pop cuz thats my happy place but its got something for everyone I hope

Acceptable Banger Dance moves: Pelvic thrust, shimmy, boot scoot, cripwalk, skanking, the q-tip, the worm, hustle, robot, sprinkler, tango, foxtrot, square and line dancing, dosido’s and ANY kind of swing. If there is a named dance it is best paired with some variety of Banger.

#the old guard #BoNfire week #BoN fete #book of nile #Booker/Nile #music #Spotify Playlists #bangers

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sunsets-are-pretty · 5 years ago

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What people think Dionysus is like: WOOO WINE TIME WINE TIME YEAHHHHH, HAHA *hic* hey you *hic* wanna *hic* daaaaance ahahahahahaha

What Dionysus is really like: HOW DARE YOU NOT AKNOWLEDGE MY STATUS AS A GOD PENTHEUS?! You don't know what your life is, nor what you're doing, nor who you are. You have the saddest name I've ever heard. You are gonna pay the price of your stupidity. How dare you deny that I am a son of Zeus indeed? I am gonna drive your whole city mad and have the maenads burn this stupid palace and tear you apart. Just so you see. *evil smile*

#i mean #why does everyone think he is 24/7 drunk?#sure he might never be completely sober #but he is not completely wasted either #he is one of the most terrifying gods #with madness being his domain and all #he really takes shit from no one #such a slytherin >:)#and remember that time #when some pirants kidnapped him #and snakes rose from the floor #amd turned the crew into dolphins #damn was that cool #dionysus #dionysos #greek mythology #ariadne #maenads #the bacchae

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firesign23 · 5 years ago

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Trivia Tuesday

So, I’ve been talking to people about outlines the last couple of days, mostly because the one I wrote for the next chapter of yonder has been cracking me up. (That whole fic’s outline system is a mess that can’t be called a system, but that’s neither here nor there right now). I was contemplating posting a scene outline vs. the finished scene for Trivia Tuesday, because I personally find these things fascinating, and I still might if people are interested. For now though, I actually found the initial “outline” for yonder in my notes, back when I thought it was a one-shot slow-burn-at-high-speed fic of maybe 3-5K words and also thought I’d never write it. I’m going to put it under a cut for “spoilers”, cleaned up slightly for clarity (because a bit of the outline is literally just a copy and pasted conversation with @heavyheadedgal) but I’m shocked by how much has stayed the same. And even more shocked that I legitimately still think it could have been a one-shot of 3-5K. Just apparently not in my hands. 😂 😂 😂

Guys, please never, ever take outlining advice from me. You’ll see why soon enough. 😂

My fic is RIDICULOUS. I decided to go full batshit and have a "I handwave 98% of what happens post-war in order to make make a political marriage between Jaime and Brienne happen, and she does it because Self Oath and also care, but is taking a 'I know what you did, why you did it, but let's not pretend our fucking was anything but post-battle trauma fucking its way out;" stance. Which, obviously, changes after much mutual pining and lingering touches. So far it's mostly about Sansa and Brienne's friendship. 😂There's also an element here of "I'm not a fucking moron, I know why you went, what the FUCK did you think I was talking about. The issue is that if you're so bullshit noble and I'm so genuinely noble, what happens the next time our oaths don't align?" I'm hoping he's all "I'll make vows to you and only you, blahblah" and she hits him

Sansa and Tyrion are the closest to competent leaders the show has left, at least for another week, so they can deal with that. Jaime killed his sister. Brienne's like "Cool motive, still levels of dumbassery I don't have to deal with. Bye fuckboi" 😂😂 Which goes really well until Tyrion and Sansa are like "So, you two are getting married. It's Politics (and also get your dumb heads out of your dumb asses)" and they have to be all "I trust your nobility, blahblah, let's be honest about our time together being post-battle trauma fucking and make the best of it". There is pining, and Brienne being the centre of the story, and no incest 😂 It's so much fucking fun—it's like fake dating only BETTER, and they are all "Must keep our oaths, blahblah, seriously we were both SHAT on by the showrunners"

Fucking GOLD

There needs to be a bruised ribs scene from an overzealous recruit, complete with touching-not-touching. “It is a month after they are wed that Brienne comes back to their rooms one afternoon, disappearing into her inner sanctum. A maester arrives a few minutes later, and Jaime hovers in the outer sitting room, certain he was unwelcome but less certain where to go.” / “A green recruit with rather more enthusiasm than natural talent,” she says. “I misjudged the length of his reach, nothing more.” and not touching. The next day, he goes to the courtyards to watch her training—she is still heads above even the most experienced soldiers, but he can tell the ribs are paining her. So he does what any good Jaime would do, and goads her into letting him have a turn. “Well, perhaps it would do them good to have an opponent they might beat.” But as she passes him the training sword, she mouths a “thank you” and then proceeds to coach the recruit into getting at least a few hits in on Jaime. She laughs as she watches them, and he thinks that if he can live in this moment of happiness, it’s more than he ever deserved

When Brienne calls him out on the “I knew what you’d do”, he has to think how he wasn’t entirely certain himself until he was there. He knew what he had to do, and why, but he wasn’t certain he was strong enough, good enough. The push to get there has to be his own morals, NOT WWBoTD? "even now she has more faith in him than he does in himself, a pillar of righteous certainty he does not deserve.

“Ser wife”/”I’d rather be called wench”

Fight that ends dirty—she kicks his ass and he gets a boner and everyone is happy

At one point Brienne dreams of the first night—Oral and not coming and this growled “Must you fight everything, woman” and this deeply intimate and trusting “I’ve got you” and BOOOOM

My babies have to defend themselves, back to back, and it is goooood

There’s a meeting of stewards in, say, one year’s time.

They have to address Cersei directly, including what it means to love. Reach the emotional catharsis of love as a strength.

I’m just gonna Pratchett this one. The final scene is gonna be Braime in a meadow on Tarth discussing the options before them and leaving the answer open. (Please note, this was well before Nikolaj’s comments about the meadows of Tarth, and I know everyone is doing it now, but fuck it I will get this pretty picture that’s been in my head for six months)

Daaaaance—early on it gets brought up and Jaime presumes she won’t then she does

Final chapter (this was a slightly later addition to the final chapter after a plot started emerging)—not only Tarth, but go to KL first. See Adalys again. Meet Addam, some banter about who is better in a fight, Brienne wins, “Congratulations, Ser Addam. I would not leave my lady under the care of anyone less than yourself”, there’s just WARMTH and HAPPINESS and Jaime having such a major boner for his wiiiiiiiiiiiife. Braime DANCE because now Jaime’s living toooooooooo #itssymbolismyo. Then Tarth

#Trivia Tuesday #my fanfic

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this-sapphic-paradise · 5 years ago

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Angelfood cake 😇

Angelfood Cake: Tell us a cringey childhood story.

Oh, boy....

Okay, so I went to a birthday party when I was about 6, and my mom just dropped me off saying, “Don’t dance those songs!” (a few raunchy songs that were really popular in brazil in the 90′s that no child actually understood the meaning of)

the party was at night at a um.... how do I explain it to non-brazilians? Um, kinda what passes for a small town country club. My friends and I were running around on the outside area, playing on the playground and stuff, but then i heard “those songs” playing, and I was like, “I’mma daaaaance!!!” but then I remembered my mom’s order, and I bargained with myself, I was like, “I want to dance, but I shouldn’t, so I’m gonna do it on that corner there so no adults can see me!”

100% fail proof.

A minute or two into the song, I look up, and ALL ADULTS ARE WATCHING ME.

I swear to god, I never wanted to disappear so hard in life.

#rafa talks #thanks for the ask!#yall brazilians know im talking about e o tchan ne?#Anonymous

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backtothestart02 · 6 years ago

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I’M SCREAMING!!!!!

Are Barry & Iris gonna go to a fancy event together?!? Are they gonna daaaaance????

😍😍😍😍😍

#grant gustin #candice patton #westallen #!!!!!!!!!!#plz let me not be getting ahead of myself #let it actually be awesome

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sifasdt · 2 years ago

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SIFAS Daily Theatre: 2023-04-22

(Transcription after the break.)

[Image transcription:]

SIFAS Daily Theatre for 2023-04-22

We Came to See You, Hiroshima! Part 1

Lanzhu: We’re heeeeeere!! Setsuna: We’ve finally made it! Emma: Hiroshimaaaa! Ai: We came to see everyone~ That’s why eye am here, after all! Lanzhu: I can’t wait to hang out with everyone! Emma: I want to chat a lot! Setsuna: I’m looking forward to some passionate discussions! Ai: I wanna daaaaance! Lanzhu: Hey, hey, can Lanzhu greet everyone first? Ai: I wanna do it~! Setsuna: Please, let me do it! Emma: Hey, hey~ No fighting, okay? Let’s compromise. I’ll be the one to greet everyone first, alright? Lanzhu: No fairrrr! Ai: No fairrrr! Setsuna: In that case, let’s decide with rock-paper-scissors! I’m not gonna lose!

[End transcription.]

#love live #sifas #sifas daily theatre #lanzhu zhong #setsuna yuki #emma verde #ai miyashita

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bucky-at-bedtime · 7 years ago

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Drunken Bird

Summary: At a Stark party, you are attempting to avoid Bucky due to your feelings towards him, but you are both forced to look after a drunken Sam. Drama ensues...

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing + kissing

Words: 2,251

A/n: I wrote this in the last couple of hours so it probably isn’t he best writing but it’s a bit of fun, enjoy! and leave feedback if you can!!

You knew you probably looked ridiculous, dodging behind people on the dance floor and sliding incongruously along the walls. You looked like a spy from one of those shitty spy movies - fancy dress and all.

You were avoiding Bucky, attempting to get over your feelings for him – though it’s hard to avoid Bucky when Natasha forced you to go to another Stark party – You couldn’t like Bucky. You worked together -It would only cause trouble and embarrassment. You had to get over this stupid crush. You very quickly found yourself sitting at the bar, close to the wall and far from where the rest of the team were chatting boisterously. Your hand was wrapped around a bottle of beer, your thumbnail picking at the label as you stared into the distance, tuning out the world around you. For the most part, the party went well. You managed to avoid human contact for a majority of the night, stealthily avoiding Bucky whenever he got too close and casually nursing a beer and occasionally rejecting people’s offers to dance. You scrolled on your phone aimlessly and hummed along to the few songs you knew. It was almost a successful mission. Until 11:30.

At 11:30, you were all set to make your way back to your room. You figured 3 hours was a long enough appearance but a very drunk Sam did not agree. You managed to sneak through the dance floor and press the ‘up’ button on the elevator but as soon as the doors opened his hand wrapped around your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?” His words were slightly slurred but loud and full of excitement. “We haven’t daaaaanced yet!” He pulled you onto the dance floor and immediately began to dance enthusiastically around you, grabbing your hand and spinning you around. You couldn’t help but laugh at his high spirited drunkenness. You only danced with him for a few more moments before he got distracted by an attractive female in the crowd and shimmied away. You were left standing awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor, chuckling gently at Sam’s attempts to flirt. “Hey, doll, having fun?” Bucky’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. “Uh– he– hey Buck.” You stumbled over your words, avoiding eye contact as you responded, “yeah Sam’s a bit smashed” you chuckled half-heartedly, eyes trailing on the ground in front of you. “Why are you avoiding me?” The question was blunt as he attempted to meet your eyes, but you wouldn’t look up. “Whaaa? I’m not– that’s not–“ you finally looked up, but still avoided Bucky’s eyes as you searched the room for an escape. “I’m kinda tired from the last mission and I’ve got a heada–“ “Alright, that’s it” he cut you off and grabbed your wrist, pulling you through the party and outside to the pool deck. As he dragged you past the bar you found Natasha and Steve, widening your eyes and mouthing “HELP” towards them. Natasha shook her head and chuckled slightly whilst Steve just looks confused. Bucky pulled you out into the cold air and stood in front of you. His piercing eyes were on you and you could feel the interrogation in them as his brows were pulled together. “What the hell is going on, (y/n)” “Bucky–“ “You’ve been acting strange for weeks and now you won’t even talk to me?” He swung his hands up into the air, obviously frustrated by your behaviour as you rubbed the back of your neck trying to think of something to say other than ‘I love you please kiss me’ There was a small lull in the interrogation as he stared at you expectantly. You opened your mouth pathetically before closing it, unable to find any words. His face contorted into a look of confusion and desperation. “Why do you suddenly hate me?” You almost broke at the tone of his voice - he sounded terrified. He sounded as if you hating him would be the worst thing to happen to him and it made you want to wrap your arms around him, hold him and tell him how much you really like him. Instead, you buried both your hands in your hair and pulled, trying to distract yourself from the stress of this moment. “I don’t hate you Buck! God, I could never hate you...” you trailed off, finally meeting his eyes and contemplating your next move. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to make another move as you were both drawn away from the conversation by a loud yell from above you. “LET’S DO THIIIISSS” You gasped as you saw Sam standing on the edge of the balcony above you. He was suited up in his Falcon gear and a crowd of people surrounded him, all cheering him on. “Oh my god, Sam what the hell are you doing?!” You yelled up at him, your hand subconsciously gripping onto Bucky’s metal arm in your moment of panic. “He’s gonna do a triple-flip!” Someone in the crowd answered for him as he prepares himself to jump from the ledge. Press photographers surrounded you and Bucky, all yelling up at him as the snapped pictures. “Absolutely not.” You mumbled. You were about to voice your displeasure with this idea but Sam had already jumped. He was far too drunk to control the flips and almost immediately began to plummet down from the balcony. “Fucking idiot” Bucky murmured to himself as you both watched the Avenger fall. Luckily, he was directly above the pool and, with a loud splash that covered both you and Bucky in pool water, he crashed into the pool. Almost immediately, Bucky shot into action, jumping into the pool after him and pulling Sam’s lethargic body from the depths of the water.

“Jesus Christ, Sam” you rushed to the edge of the pool, helping to pull Sam out before grabbing Bucky’s forearm and pulling him up too.

The alcohol seemed to have hit Sam about as hard as he hit the water and he was now unable to support himself. Bucky pulled his arm over his shoulders and you did the same with his other arm as he slumped between the two of you. Photographers continued to take pictures as you carried him back into the party.

“I guess we’ll be on the front page tomorrow” Bucky basically grunted, looking over at Sam with a frustrated sigh.

You all stumbled through the party and into the elevator, finding your way to Sam’s room and dropping him onto his bed. Bucky begins to pull Sam’s combat suit off as you grabbed a glass of water and some painkillers.

“I’m not tired, let’s go back down to the party” Sam mumbled the words into his pillow and attempted to pull himself up but you gently pressed his head back down onto the bed as Bucky sighed.

“Someone should stay with him until he goes to sleep” you mumbled. “I’ll stay with him if you want to go back down”

You were avoiding looking at Bucky again, his clothes were wet and clinging to his body as he stood at the end of the bed, his hair hanging in damp strands around his face and you couldn’t look at him without blushing.

“No, I’ll stay too. I’m just going to get into something… dry”

You both ended up sitting on the floor below the window, waiting for Sam to stop his drunk babbling and go to sleep. You had found a stash of m&m's in Sam’s draw and you were sitting cross-legged, facing Bucky an attempting to throw them into each other’s mouths.

“Oh my god, I thought you were supposed to have good aim” you whispered after a tiny red candy hit your nose. He was chuckling quietly as you grabbed a small handful and threw them all at him, bursting into a fit of giggles as he moved his head wildly, attempting to catch at least one.

“Oh wait– shh” he hushed you, holding up a finger in the universal symbol of ‘be quiet’ and you attempted to stifle your giggles. You both listened carefully and finally, a quiet snore came from the bed in the middle of the room.

“Oh thank god, he’s finally asleep.” you slumped back, resting on the wall behind you as Bucky chuckled at your relief, throwing one of the last m&m’s at your forehead as you protested. “Are you going to head up to your room?”

“Nah, I think I’ll sleep in here, keep an eye on bird-brain over there.” he gestured towards the lump on the bed and you felt a grin form on your face as you shook your head gently. “What?” he asked when he saw the look on your face.

“It’s nothing, you just– you pretend you don’t care but look at you. You treat him like a brother, it’s cute.”

“You think I’m cute now? You hated me a couple of hours ago” he was smirking at you now.

“I don’t think you’re not cute. And I definitely don’t hate you. It’s just–” you mumbled, picking a few m&m’s up from the floor and smiling gently and continuing “you’re so caring and you always help me out with training or on missions–” he was staring at you whilst you stared straight ahead, the small amount of alcohol you had throughout the night making you blurt out everything you were thinking. “And you’re so fucking attractive and you always know what to say and I just have this stupid massive crush on you–”

You stopped abruptly, your mind catching up with your words and you squeezed your eyes shut, pursing your lips together, frustrated with yourself for blurting that out. You opened your mouth again as he stared at you, eyes wide. “I… Didn’t say that”

“No, wait–”

“I shouldn’t have said that–” you panicked

“(y/n), no it’s–”

Both of you were stumbling to get words out as you stood up to leave but Sam shot up out of the bed, eyes still closed “I’m gonna throw up” he exclaimed, and you quickly rushed to get the bin from the corner of the room and pass it to Sam.

“You should go, Buck, I’ll take care of him”

“No, I can help–”

“No, just go Buck…” the sounds of Sam throwing up filled the small room and you winced. “Just go, please.”

“Okay,” He held his hands up in surrender before standing up and exiting the room quietly, leaving you to take care of the drunk idiot you both called a friend.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, staring at the door he had just walked out of.

When you woke up the next morning you were on Sam’s bed.

“Sleep it off, goose.” you patted his shoulder and walked over to the door, still in your dress from the party. You opened the door and headed to the kitchen, only to find Bucky leaning against one of the counters.

“Hi”

You pressed your hands to your face, trying to hide your embarrassment and letting out a dry chuckle. “Good morning”

“Can we talk?” he asked, looking at you with that same desperate look from the night before.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said, I evidently had too much to drink and it was super inappropriate and unnecessary. Can we just forget what happened?”

“Doll, you didn’t give me a chance to talk last night.”

“I mean, with Sam–” you made an attempt at an excuse but he shook his head.

“Let me talk.” he stood up and moved closer to you, cutting off any escape routes as you pressed your back against the wall, hoping to disappear into it. “If you had let me speak last night, I would’ve told you that I think you’re amazing. You’re so nice to everyone and you make the best pancakes and you help me through my nightmares. You’re absolutely crazy and it’s wonderful.” his face was only inches away from yours now as he caged you against the wall. “And when we’re training I can’t focus because you’re always in the back of my mind - your laugh, your smile, your eyes–”

You reached forward and gripped his shirt, pulling him close enough to press your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated, his hands wrapping around you. You smiled into the kiss and his metal hand weaved its way through your hair.

His tongue gently brushed along your bottom lip and you parted your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss and press you further against the wall. You never wanted to let go but you realised you were in the shared kitchen and that anyone could just stroll in and see the two of you passionately making out.

You pulled away from him, breathing heavily as he grinned down at you.

When you heard footsteps he stepped back from you and you quickly brushed your hands through your hair, attempting to hide what had just occurred, but Sam was already smirking.

“So… How was your night?” he asked cheekily.

“Shut up, Pigeon” you glared at him as he winked at you and Bucky chuckled beside you.

“Buck, are you wearing lipstick?” Sam questioned, a mischievous look in his eyes as you winced at the lipstick residue on Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky quickly retaliated by throwing a spoon at Sam’s face who ducked away, quickly retreating from the kitchen.

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