#also the fuckin... this scenario as a whole is such fanfic fodder

[splynter]

FUCKIN LONGASS RANT ABOUT DYEMMIT AND PARTY SETTING

It's very long. I'm so sorry. I'm not editing most of this, it's just copypasted from my deranged Discord rambles

Okay so like imagine. Imagine. Huge and exclusive party at Club Dyode hosted by the groovemaster himself. Craziest fuckin event because of course he has to go all out for it. Wild food and wilder guests and it's the richest event of the season basically. And of course Dyode invites Emmit, and tbh it was hardly an invite because wdym, why wouldn't Emmit be there??

Dyode's running around preparing this thing, and Emmit's following him around like "Is he gonna… is he gonna invite me? Surely I am invited? Should I not assume that??" BUT THE THING IS. DYODE ISN'T EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT. CUZ THEY'RE ALREADY TOGETHER ALMOST ALL THE TIME. WHY WOULDN'T EMMIT COME?? TO HIM IT'S A GIVEN. LIKE DUH. OF COURSE EMMIT IS GONNA BE THERE

But it probably comes into almost a misunderstanding (ALMOST cuz generally I don't like misunderstandings that turn into " >:((( im mad at you") where Emmit is confused and upset in his room before the party, spiraling over why Dyode decided not to invite him. And then Dyode calls him and is like "Hey, Emmit! Are you ready? Are you here yet??"

And Emmit is like "what-" THE PARTY BRO. DYODE EXPECTS YOU AT THE FUCKIN PARTY And so he's like shinji chair cuz god fucking dammit it was a Dyode moment. A HUGE FUCKING INFATUATED RELIEF, but god damn that despair for a minute

Thinking too about the party itself like- Okay okay I gotta lay out my thoughts cuz I have several

Emmit socializing thoughts

Dyode socializing but favoritism

Gay things

A L C O H O L.

Aftermath at Dyode's house

Okay so First I think things kinda even out for Emmit once he realizes that yeah, Dyode wants him here, and yeah he actually fits in this setting. He's got an interesting mixture of feelings of inadequacy PLUS a strong desire to become the next groovemaster, so I think that while he does have moments where he's like "I am the worst and I don't fit and what the fuck is wrong with me why can't I do this-" he's still pretty capable when he doesn't get into his own head about it. He's still willing to be forward and to speak up and all that. He translates/speaks for Dyode a lot after all

THAT plus his clear passion for dance and the stage means that I doubt he'd be uncomfortable or feel out of place in a party setting, barring the social expectations of being Dyode's student and all. He might not be Accustomed to them at first but he's pretty adaptive and he's got a knack for socializing with people. He's got a different vibe to his sincerity than Dyode does. They're both earnest in different ways

ANYWAYS WITH ALL OF THAT SAID I think Emmit really enjoys the party once the turmoil is gone, even if at the same time I don't think he knows many of the people directly. This is Dyode's party after all. Emmit is Dyode's student but I don't think he directly interacts with a lot of rich/showbiz people outside of accompanying Dyode. The spotlight is usually on the groovemaster you know. So in this setting he's probably either trailing behind Dyode still, OR finding his little corner to vibe and take notes on what he sees Dyode doing with the party. You know. For Learning of course

Still a student. Still trying to learn from the master. Even if observing said master also means he's watching how Dyode moves, talks, acts, all in close and mesmerizing detail. Whoops, that attraction do be

SPEAKING OF DYODE. Of course the king of dance knows how to party, both with hosting and keeping it up. Man might be weird af but he clearly knows how to bring people together and show them a good time. I bet he's the type to pull people who look like they're alone or lonely onto the dance floor and be like "YOU GOT THIS" or whatever. Yk those types in movies. He's like that.

Like boundless energy too, what the fuck. This man will not sit still for god I swear to fuck. Spinning from one person to the next, and if he's not doing stuff individually he's performing for the party. Both present in the party and also swept up in his little world amidst the music and groove and the fuckin energy the whole party gives him. This is his ELEMENT. What he LIVES FOR. This is what he built Club Dyode for, as well what as his whole CAREER revolves around.

That's not to say I think he's working constantly during the whole party. It's a PARTY he can have fun too. Which means he's absolutely hanging around Emmit half of the time. He might spin away to do who knows what, but he'll always whirl back to his student. His dance partner. Almost like Emmit is his center of gravity. I bet he introduces Emmit to some important people at the party, talking all proud like this is EMMIT he is my APPRENTICE and he does SICK MOVES just like ME. All sunshine and smiles and pride behind his sunglasses.

He'd let loose a little at the party, but you know, it's still HIS PARTY. He's the HOST. So he's gotta do some shit yk. Dealing with problems and drama and shit, but always always he goes back to Emmit. Always his rest ends up being with his apprentice, who is equally as open to him being there. The downtime between shows and socializing happens with him and Emmit. How odd that it rejuvenates him more than most things. How odd, how natural that he can feel almost looser with Emmit supporting by his side. Like harmony

So about the gay things. Cuz you just fucking know they're absolutely deranged about each other especially in this scenario. Like I'm talking constant sneaking looks or outright staring, leaning in real close to hear each other cuz it's too fuckin loud, DANCING TOGETHER FAST AND SLOW, all that good shit. There's obviously a pattern with their shit: either Emmit is alone and kinda vibing or Dyode is with him and the world is just fucking nonexistent. Fuck all the other guests ig, no one else exists. Emmit watches Dyode do his thing and it's actually brilliant and then he gets pulled back into that light and it's like "oh. Oh…."

Special song comes on? Bye, Dyode is grabbing Emmit's hand and leading him into a dance at the center of the stage and everything else, everyone else doesn't matter. All the guests, all the ones who aren't already preoccupied, might think this is part of a performance, that the groovemaster and his apprentice dancing under the spotlight is rehearsed and practiced. But no. None of this is planned, not this part. The perfect synchronization, the hand in hand rhythm, the rush of dance and step and harmony…. they're just fucking LIKE THAT. THEY'RE JUST THAT IN TUNE WITH EACH OTHER

And when the song ends, and Dyode finishes it off with a deep dip with Emmit, faces close and blood rushing fast and breath hot and electrified, when sparks fly between them and they're both in clear focus…. ohhhhh none of them are normal

EVEN IF THEY MOVE BACK AFTER. EVEN IF THEY GO BACK TO THE PARTY,,, THAT MOMENT WILL NOT LEAVE THEIR MINDS FOR DAYS. IT'S LIKE THAT CONSTANTLY. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY DON'T KISS YET

Now, it's time to blow up Nintendo by adding alcohol to the mix, cuz obviously Club Dyode would be that kind of establishment, and I don't doubt Dyode would include some wild drinks in his parties. Also, see I'm a sucker for the alcohol trope. Yk the ones where they gotta take care of the other cuz they're wasted, and drunken things get said, and ohhhh god now they gotta deal with the aftermath of that.

So like. Two different scenarios of course, cuz it's so much more fun to explore the scenario with them both cuz AUGH THEY'RE BOTH SO GOOD.

Anyways first and the more likely scenario is Emmit getting the drinks (cuz yk. Dyode's the host). This gives me adjacent drunk headcanons btw heehee. Anyways usually the default headcanon for this sort of thing is like one of them has good alcohol tolerance while the other is a lightweight, which I kinda get but like. I can't really see Emmit being a lightweight, yk? I think he's pretty good in the tolerance department, even though I doubt he drinks much in public. In my mind he keeps most of his stuff close to him, if that makes any sense.

Anyways it would be realllyyyyyy interesting if Emmit was a giggly, kinda up in your face drunk. Like yk, inhibitions gone, he's not worried about keeping to his professional upkeep bubble, he's enjoying himself and he's comfy and he's gonna flop on you. And by you I mean Dyode. Like straight up Dyode will be weighed down by this wasted little fuck and yapped to like there's no tomorrow.

Whole different side of Emmit, one that wants a lot of things and thinks he can do it but the alcohol makes moving so hard and he likes Dyode, he really likes Dyode, and he's really nice to lean on and talk to and hold onto and dance with and wow he feels good and relaxed and-

AND AT LEAST DYODE IS OBSERVANT ENOUGH TO KNOW DRUNK WHEN HE SEES DRUNK. But I think he'd find this fascinating. Like he'd probably love to vibe and listen to Emmit yap with new fervor, letting the guy talk himself for once. Get a new perspective until Emmit isn't really able to make much sense anymore. Dyode is more likely to take it all in stride, n just take Emmit to somewhere quiet Dyode's room once it looks like he's partied enough. Soft things

On the Dyode side of things it's a little more complicated to figure out I think. Comes with the performer's spirit I think to be good at keeping composure even when there's shit fuckin with you. AND IT'S NOT LIKE THE HAIR WAX- The vibes are still right, everything else is still in place, there's just alcohol in the mix now.

I think he has slightly more tolerance than Emmit, but even if he didn't I think the change would be more subtle regardless. Similar to how he goes weirdly quiet when sick/feverish, I kinda like the idea that he kinda vibes when he drinks. Like he kinda gets immersed and lost in his surroundings in a different way, making him quieter and a little stiller. Zoning out under the beat. No thoughts, head empty things, one that would probably make him seem almost unapproachable behind those sunglasses if you didn't know him more closely.

Man. Just imagining like, him setting down his drink and executing a more serious, almost intense dance. One that he normally wouldn't do, with the energy more subdued and searing like red hot coals, silent and definitely drunk but clearly still perfectly in tune with it all. Drunk Dyode is like hot red coals and a singular stream of water and the volume turned to max on a speaker that isn’t playing any music. You feel it more than anything else. Like oh my god I think the intensity would kill everyone.

LIKE EXPRESSIONLESS, DISTANT BUT FIERY LOOK BEHIND HIS SUNGLASSES, NOT A SOUND FROM HIM EXCEPT HIS FEET ON THE FLOOR AND HIS EVEN BREATHING AND HIS RHYTHM THAT DOESN'T FUCKIN FALTER DESPITE INTOXICATION.

And Emmit would probably be concerned, of course. Unsure how to compartmentalize this type of Dyode behavior in his brain cuz this kind of thing is probably rare. And of course he'd want to help and preserve Dyode's image, prolly try to nudge him somewhere private a lot sooner than Dyode would with him. Worrying about Dyode's health, hangover, whatever the FUCk this behavior is, all that shit.

But ohhhh my god. When that intensity follows when Emmit helps him away,,, when there's nothing between them but empty air,,, when no one else is around and Dyode is warm and something feels different and amplified…

So the aftermath. Whether the alcohol part happens or not, the party ends with Emmit staying over at Dyode's house. It's too late at night, Emmit stuck around to help clean up, and in the end it made sense that he'd stay, right? Of course a wild party with emotions running high and energy winding low would end with Emmit being swept to Dyode's private rooms without ever truly realizing what's happening until he's already there. Sitting on one of Dyode's couches, reeling with adrenaline and late night foggy thoughts. He was supposed to help clean up, he thought. That's what he does, right? But oh yeah, the other employees,,,

Dyode comes out of his room in more comfortable attire, rich and fluffy robes and comfy slippers, and he brings similar clothes for Emmit. Yes it's fine to change here. Yes he can just borrow Dyode's clothes, he's being handed them, isn't he? Changing is a haze, he's tired and sore. But the clothes are warm and soft, rich and well made, and they smell like Dyode. Soothing in so many ways. It's quieter in Dyode's house, when the speakers play soft music from Dyode's vinyls and the lights are dimmed under moonlight, and Dyode holds his hand as they walk through lavish halls to Dyode's guest suite. Emmit has stayed there before several times. He's still not used to it, it's not his room after all.

Yet it feels a little more like his room when Dyode is beside him, when the air is still and gentle, when everything is finally done. They're both exhausted, they both are done moving and speaking. Soft touches lead them closer, warm murmurs break the silence into purple pieces, all gentleness and effortless understanding. They lean on each other like they were made to be there, they hold on like their bond could never let them go. They fall asleep together so naturally, fitted against each other like puzzle pieces. No one wakes them for work the next morning. They get to have this