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#i love my friend dearly and I'm glad I was able to help her out today#but i am woefully underqualified to truly assist with this legitimate hoarding situation#in terms of experience/technique#and psych knowledge#I'm glad she trusts me enough to let me in to help her. that is HUGE and it's not easy and I'm glad she feels safe with me to do that#but god it's really a lot#tbd probably#just still kind of reeling#and i hope we're able to find either a cleaner or counselor who can further assist#it is literally beyond my ability#i can help chip away but we need a professional in there as soon as shes able to handle it#again im glad that i am a Safe Person for her. It is miserable alone#we have enough shared trauma that she knows I'm not judging/i don't think any less of her/i don't see it as some sort of moral failing#i GET IT. anxiety and depression and ocd are fuckin hard and no one's fault and you just do the best you can#and sometimes your best still leaves you drowning#I'm diving in and bringing her arm floaties until a life raft can come
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Dangerous Ideas.
Hey...I’m here...
Mondo!
*Mondo enters the Future Foundation Branch Chief room. As soon as he comes in, Taka cups his face and kisses his cheek.
Are you ok!?
Yeah...took a hit, but I needed a bit. I’m fine now though.
Also, I’m grateful, but ain’t we gotta retain professional behavior at work?
A-Ah, right...my apologies.
*After assembling the remaining Foundation members , Chihiro steps up front and addresses his audience.
Thanks for coming on such short notice.
So...how are things looking?
Let me guess. Not good.
What matters most right now is that there were no real casualties. But...yes, things aren’t exactly good.
I worked with the investigating team and discovered some things.
It turns out, just as some of us suspected, the blackout we experienced previously was not a result of Uchui’s machine malfunctioning. He was indeed testing an EMP to deactivate the security in Komaeda’s cell, and free him.
So the package that Zetsubou asked for...was Nagito Komaeda himself...
And the trial really was a big setup to allow Nagito to escape...DAMMIT, that kid REALLY got us!
I don’t get it. Komaeda admitted himself that Zetsubou had chipped him with a suicide chip or...whatever. If they don’t trust him enough to y'know...NOT do that, why do they want him back?
I imagine it’s the same reason why they still kept Seiko and Kanata Inori alive. They aren’t done making Ultimate Hope’s yet.
However, Nagito is their only living sample left, and he is a large part of why they’ve succeeded up until now. There are multiple reasons to want to get him back.
Personally, I’m very nervous now...More nervous than ever before.
Why is that?
This whole situation was clearly an induction for Uchui into the Organization. If he brings Nagito back to Shirogane, then she’ll allow him to join her ranks and enter their base.
At least, that’s what I gathered based on what Uchui was saying.
Which means...Zetsubou now have someone with knowledge of how the Ultimate Hope transformation works and...if Uchui gets his hand on the serum, he might be able to duplicate it...
No, I’m positive he’d be able to duplicate it. He boasted a lot of confidence, which he wouldn’t have done if he didn’t know what he was doing. Zetsubou have a limited amount of that serum left, but if Uchui got his hands on it...
An army of Ultimate Hope’s and superpowered enemies...would be right around the corner.
DAMMIT!
*Mondo slams the desk.
Ow...!
Easy, easy!
How did Uchui Kamukura even achieve this!? He’s not a member of Future Foundation, so how could he have gotten the authority to enter Nagito Komaeda’s cell block!?
He didn’t.
What?
I said he didn’t. Uchui never set foot into Nagito’s cell block. He got the EMP to him a different way. And that way also explains why we never found the EMP on Nagito’s person.
It’s because it was in his stomach.
It was WHAT!?
Uchui got to Nagito’s food supply. The EMP he used was so tiny, he hid it in Nagito’s breakfast for yesterday morning. Nagito ATE the EMP, and then it activated on it’s own, which broke him out.
Jesus! That’s very...! Ngh...clever...!
Taichi, I told you not to be impressed with our enemies schemes!
Sorry, I can’t help it! It’s just a simple fact that Uchui outsmarted every single one of us! We never even SUSPECTED him!
Kegh...!
The mood is at an all time low...What are we to do?
...I don’t think it’s too late just yet.
*Everyone turns to Nekomaru.
This is just my gut talking to me, but if I were the enemy of the Future Foundation, I’d wanna put my secret base as far away as reasonably possible from them.
So, if I'm guessing right, it’ll take a while for Uchui and Nagito to get to wherever Zetsubou’s HQ is. ESPECIALLY if Nagito is still injured from the gunshot.
Nekomaru Nidai...Are you suggesting that we...intercept them?
Yeah! We catch them BEFORE they can go to wherever the hell Zetsubou’s base it!
Why don’t we just go all the way and follow them to Zetsubou’s base?
Even if that works, we’d be walking right into enemy territory. We aren’t in any position to fight Zetsubou given how understaffed we are.
Ain’t it worth a go though!?
Well, ok, be my guest! Go on! Go catch up to them! I’m sure you’d be able to find them all by yourself!
...You don’t gotta be so sarcastic...!
Then don’t be a fucking idiot!
Chihiro! Language.
Sorry, I’m just...stressed...
I can tell...
Oh come on, don’t give me that look. I swear SOMETIMES.
No, you really don’t. We’ve had this discussion before.
Oh, WHATEVER! Point is, tracking those two is going to be easier said than done, much less catching up to them.
And think about it, even if we DID catch up to them...What would we DO!?
Even if he’s injured, Nagito Komaeda has the power to take us ALL out instantaneously! He already took on the Novoselic Army and the King and Queen by himself!
Even if we catch him, what then!? What’s stopping a repeat of what happened yesterday!?
I...Uh...
Sadly, Taichi has a point. Without any reasonable way to stop him...Our options are numbered.
...
???: Um...Excuse me.
???: Hey! Coming through!
Huh?
*Everyone’s attention turns towards the door.
Soldier: Hey, what are you doing!? You can’t just
???: Sorry! Really, please!
*Everyone’s attention turns to the doorway, which suddenly comes flying open.
‘Sup!
Miu, for crying out loud...! You can’t just burst in while they’re having a meeting! AAGH...
This is more important that whatever THEY’VE gotta be talking about!
Um...hello...You’re...Iruma, right?
Yep. That’s me. Pretty infamous by this point I would imagine.
And...K1-B0?
Just call me Keebo sir.
Wait, what are you two doing here!? Aren’t you supposed to be in London?
We just landed. There was an emergency, and we require Miu’s old lab here.
We also have an assignment from Shuichi.
Shuichi Saihara got the message about the traitor then?
That he did. Miu and myself were returning to fix a part of me that’s broken, since we didn’t have the gear required. However, at the same time, we were hoping to speak to Uchui.
We have some questions for him in regards to his involvement in our arrival here. Would it be possible to get an audience with him?
Ah...
Uh...
Well...
Krgh...
Ngh...
Eh...
*sigh*
...
Your timing is very unfortunate young ones. Allow me to catch you up.
*Sakura explains everything to Miu and Keebo.
HE ESCAPED!?
Regrettably...yes...AND he’s got Nagito Komaeda with him.
Uchui set a trap for us and we all fell for it. His trial yesterday was part of that trap.
God dammit! Of all the inconvenient things!
Yeah, I’m struggling to believe this!
We’re sorry. We let you down.
Well, why don’t you just go after him? He can’t have gotten far!
That’s what I was saying!
Yes, but it runs too many risks. We have no way of dealing with Nagito Komaeda, even if he is injured!
Only one person can actually put that miscreant in his place! Izuru! And he’s about as cooperative as a hungry toddler in a cinema!
Plus, we can’t really take Izuru out of hiding...
...!
...
Hm...Miu...
What?
*Keebo taps Miu on the shoulder. She leans in and he whispers something to her.
WHAT!?
!!?
What!? What’s wrong now!?
Forgive me for interjecting in your meeting, but...
Miu and I might have a solution to this problem.
Shut up Keebo, you know we can’t do it!
We don’t have a choice! It’s the only thing that could work right now!
SLOW DOWN, BOTH OF YOU! What are you talking about!?
I...Uh...
Go on. Explain it to them.
...I...
Miu...Any help we can get would be great. If you have a plan to stop Nagito and Uchui, then please, explain it.
...
...
...Fine...I admit, we might have...something...
After the incident with the tower, I was assigned to parole to basically undo everything I had done there. That included rebuilding and regenerating the reactor, after I used up all the juice to stop Mii-Yu from going haywire.
I admit...When my parole was over I...took some of the reactors energy with me back home. To study it; see if I could use it in any inventions in the future.
Using that energy, I...started developing some upgrades for Keebo, to help us combat Zetsubou. It really would come down to Keebo himself and the decisions he makes, but...well...
Miu calculated that if she attached the upgrades to me, and powered me and them up with the energy from the reactor...
The power that I would receive combatively would put me on par with Hajime Hinata!
What...!?
Hey...Nekomaru...Nagito is the same level of strength as Hajime, right?
Actually, I think Hajime’s stronger. That’s what Izuru said at least.
Even if Keebo doesn’t achieve Hajime’s level of strength, it will get him fairly close! In that case...
It might be enough to take Nagito down!
I’m serious. The energy supply is THAT strong.
Well...Why the fuck didn’t you just say that immediately!?
Because it’s too risky!
I haven’t had time to work out the kinks yet, and it’s not like we’ve had time to run a proper test! I put the project on hold when we went to camp, and then Zetsubou attacked us!
Normally, I’m the kind of person who’ll do it, no balls. Even if I fail, it’s a learning experience, right?
Well, it’s different when people’s lives are on the line! If I don’t apply this exactly right, or if the level of power isn’t as great as I think it is...Keebo...he...
Might die?
...
Yes! I don’t care if it is the best option, I’m not doing it if you don’t come back alive!
In that case...I’m with Miu on this one. We haven’t suffered any casualties with Nagito so far. I am NOT about to start making sacrifices.
But sir-!
But...he’s a robot. Couldn’t you just rebuild-
*CRUNCH!*
GAAAHAAGH!
*Miaya runs over Munakata’s foot with her wheelchair.
We appreciate your honesty Miu. You care about Keebo a lot. If you didn’t, what happened at the Tower wouldn’t have happened in the first place.
So...Your reluctance is reasonable.
Thank you Miaya...
With that said...If you truly wish to show that you care...
Why don’t you consider HIS feelings on the matter?
Huh?
Keebo. Even if it risks your life, would you be willing to fight against Nagito?
He’s the most dangerous opponent the Foundation have ever faced before...and you’ll be fighting him alone for the most part.
...I have absolutely no qualms. If I can do it, I will!
Keebo!
Like Munakata said Miu. You and Mona can just fix me if I break. Miu, I have the power to stop him! I CAN’T NOT use it!
I don’t intend to die...but I am currently the only one who can stop Nagito and Uchui before we lose them forever. And since we have no other option, I’m willing to take the risk.
So after you fix my broken endoskeleton, let’s do it! You have everything you need here at the Foundation, and time is running out!
...
Miu...Forgive me if this sounds rude, but this isn’t all about you!
And we don’t stop Uchui and Nagito now, more lives than mine will be on the line!
Ugh, FINE!
*Miu leans her head into Keebo’s chest.
Fine...! I get it, ok?
...
*Keebo hugs her. After a few moments, Miu stands up straight and looks determinedly at the Future Foundation.
We’re in.
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A Helpful Guide to Keeping Your Property in Tip-Top Shape
When it comes to property maintenance, many homeowners feel overwhelmed. There is a lot to remember and a lot of potential problems that can arise. In this blog post, we will provide you with a helpful guide to keeping your property in tip-top shape! We'll cover everything from roof maintenance to pest control, so you can rest easy knowing that your home is well taken care of.
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Some new lovers in town!
Warnings: none
Concept: your friend dress you up to impress fezco and some other cute moments at his shop late at night.
- Ugh, I’m bored! Maddy said
- Me to. You heard Kat and Lexi say. But Cassie just sat there quite.
- Yeah, me to. We should do something. You said while playing with your necklace.
- I know but what? Maddy asked. You, kat, Lexi, Maddy and Cassie were sitting spreed all across Lexi and Cassie’s room. Just hanging out a Saturday night. But it wasn’t a normal Saturday night. Because last Saturday and all of the other Saturday before that, all off you would be out partying. But there was no party in town this week.
- I what we should do. Kat said while she took a sip off her drink.
- What? Lexi asked.
- Truth or dare. Kat said
- Are you a kid, no. Maddy said.
- Come on. It’ll be fun. You said.
- Ugh fine. Then I’ll start. Maddy put a hand to her chin and started thinking. Okay, truth or dare kat.
- Dare.
( You guys continued playing for a while)
- Truth or dare y/n. Maddy said.
- Truth. You answered.
- Do you. She started. Like fez?
- Like Fezco. Maybe like a little bit. You said. Maddy gave you the look.
- Fine yes I like him. You said.
- OMG. The hole group scream and you smiled and blushed. Expect for Cassie. She was prob texting Nate.
- I know what we should do! Lexi said.
- What?? You said nervously.
- We should dress you up and then we can take Maddy’s car and drive to fezcos store and you can buy us like something. So he can se how hot you are!
- OMG YES. Maddy said. I can use my new eyeshadow palette on you.
- And let me pick out some clothes. Kat said.
- Okay. You said with the biggest smile on your face.
After a while you were looking gorgeous! Your eyes were sparkling like a thousand stars. And your clothes looked like they were professionally designed.
- Okay, jump in the car bitches. Maddy said as she unlocked the doors to her new pink car. But Cassie wasn’t coming.
- I’m so nervous. You said
- Don’t be! You look amazing. Kat responded. After a while you guys were only a few minutes away. And then you were there. Maddy didn’t park to close to the store just so the friend group could see you and fez. But fez couldn’t see them. They were all excited.
- Ey sup. Fez said as you walked in the store. He sat on his usual spot counting todays load. But he stopped as soon as he saw you walk in the store. You also saw Faye but you had met her before at a party and you guys just talked shit about Nate. And you knew she had a boyfriend so you didn’t worry.
- Hey. You said with a smile.
- Hey. Um… do you need help finding anything?Fez looked you up and down.
- Yeah, just some chips. You said.
- Yeah we got plenty of those, they right here. Fezco gladly answered. You answered with a nervous smile.
- So wh- how are you. Fez nervously asked.
- I’m good. You said while you took some money out of your purse.
- No don’t pay for that. It’s on the house. Fez said with a smile.
- Oh really? Thanks you. You blushed.
- No problem ma. And you blushed even more to the pet name.
- So bye. You Said.
- Ehm, do you have to leave? Fezco looked up from his shoes.
- Yeah sorry. I don’t want to but someone drove me here and there waiting for me.
- Oh, okay. Fez said. But I’ll see you again here? Fez asked?
- Yeah. You said with a smile as you walked out the door. Bye:) you said. And he answered.
- Omg, omg, omg. What happened??! Maddy asked.
- He gave me the chips for free. He said they were on the house.
- Holy shit he totally likes you. Kat said.
- And he asked if I could stay.
- I think I’m about to have an heart attack. We got some new lovers in town! Lexi said. And for the rest of the ride home you all laughed and talked about you and fezco and other shit.
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gvf headcanon | dating their alter egos
request: masterclass anon and yeah i mean like imagine dating dr. jmk or chip bunker or that whole mess that is oliver reed & cal a bungah
dr. j.m.k.
it’s easy to say the four relationships would be totally chaotic and probably very hard to endure (good luck, y/n). in the case of this lunatic we call a spiritual psychologist, i can imagine his job being quite present in the relationship. like he would try teaching you all about spirituality, bringing up the most boring yet crazy facts that you literally had never heard of. now, sex would be amazing, but like you gotta imagine he literally never stops being a psychologist, and one involved with spirituality, so i can totally see the doctor bringing up rocks and precious stones, the astros and whatever the fuck he wants to basically explain anything. king of spiritual gaslighting, i would say.
however, this isn’t a regular doctor. this psychologist apparently is good at teaching, and you had been waiting for him to come home after an endless day of seminars and conferences. as you waited for him, your body tired after a long day at work, you began recalling the day you met; a friend of yours had recommended to you this really fascinating doctor that could basically help you with whatever problem you had. you, anyways, never expected him to slide his phone number after the very first session, and you for sure never expected to fuck him in the second session. though, after some dates and many sex sessions you began falling in love with him, you also realized how full of shit he was. it was adorable and yet amazing, as his sermons were basically ways to distract you from whatever was afflicting you. now, months after starting this insane relationship, you found yourself trying to get used to his “spiritual” ass. after some minutes of waiting for cuddles, you watched as your boyfriend opened the door to fall straight over your lap. you began stroking his hair, tiredness too making your eyes start closing. it was all a lie, you should have guessed, as dr. j.m.k’s hands abandoned your legs to go to your ass. you pushed him away, sighing tired as you exclaimed you were too tired to fuck. and that’s when his spiritual manipulation began working.
“babe, you don’t get it. i don’t wanna fuck, we NEED to fuck. the earth has commanded the inevitable, we must succumb ourselves to its prayers” his tone was a mix of seriousness mixed with sarcasm, a tone you could never quite decipher
“you’re joking” you too were mixing a question with a statement, as you weren’t sure how to react
“not at all! look, my love” you let your boyfriend take your hands in his, and watched as his hands did some weird moves around yours, crushing your hands with his, leaving them slightly red “felt that? it’s our cynical energy, it’s our soul, what yoU FELT THERE, that was your soul. and you hear that?” now his hands were messing your hair around and, before continuing, he pulled a beautiful stone from his pocket “the stones are calling your name, they vibrate after i touched your hair! see?” suddenly all excitement left his face, and his most serious look showed up, right before finishing “we need to fuck”
you couldn’t help but laugh loudly, falling backwards on the couch as you tried taking in everything your doctor had said. however, it was a really bad move as you soon had j.m.k on top of you, taking advantage of your exposed neck to begin kissing it all.
cal a. bungah.
gonna say, i pray for your stomach. this man claims to be a chef but every day i doubt more about his cooking skills. you would be his assistant every single night, trying all the plates he creates on the spot and having to fight the urge to vomit as he magically forgets to season everything. i just know he would make it all about him, and would praise his own cooking skills every night, bringing them up when you two visit a restaurant.
everybody thought you were the luckiest person on earth because your boyfriend was a professional chef. all your coworkers would gossip around, crying of envy as they could just wish for your life. however, they were pretty unaware of your boyfriend’s actual cooking skills. you couldn’t really deny the fact that it was nice to never have to worry about going back home to cook, as cal would always have a million dishes prepared for you. but the dishes were never of your taste and you had to fight the urge of running straight to the bathroom after every meal. as you were sitting on the bus, contemplating your life while staring through the window, you prayed internally for your boyfriend to be too tired to cook. you loved him to death, but you were dying for a different meal for once. however, your prayers were useless as you smelled the scent of cinnamon and…were those radishes? you sighed as you closed the door behind you, the sound ringing in your boyfriend’s ears who ran towards you and hugged you close. you took in the suffocating smell of vodka on his body, yet you noticed he was sober. with the same excitement he had as he made his way towards you, he carried you back to the kitchen, showing you the already prepared dinner table. the place looked amazing with candles and breadsticks prepared for you, and you let cal sit you down to wait for the final touches. as you waited, you began eating some breadstick as you watched him cook. the final straw was the moment you noticed how he was disinfecting the vegetables.
“cal…” you started, a bit concerned, while your boyfriend remained oblivious “maybe we should order food”
“what!? that’s unnecessary when you have me, baby” you smiled at the cute kiss he stole from you, feeling the taste of cherries and tomatoes on his lips. the weird mix had you throwing up inside your mouth, but you refrained yourself for the moment.
only minutes later cal served dinner and sat in front of you. the meal was a mix of greens, beans, some fruits and what you wanted to think was tofu. his infamous margaritas could not be missed, but you knew better than that to not drink one drop of it. however, you fell right into the trap as you tried one bite of the weird looking salad he had just cooked.
“see!? it’s amazing, i told you” his mouth was so full you could barely understand what he was saying
“cal?” your mouth was also full, though in your case you just couldn’t swallow the food
“yeah?” he inquired as he took a sip of his drink
“fuck you, i’m ordering mcdonalds”
chip bunker.
aw, this would be a weird but interesting couple. you won the lottery with chip, if we compare it with the other three. however, you gotta know he’s only talking about golf. and when i mean only talking about golf, i mean picture a rich white old man whose life revolves around golf, because that’s what is going on with chip. all his romantic compliments would be in golf vocabulary, and though he would be really romantic, it would still be cringy and even slightly nerdy. he’s like cute but sometimes aggressive.
one day you finally gave in; chip wanted to spend a whole weekend with you at a golf resort. the idea was completely weird, definitely not your first choice. but you had forced your boyfriend to do activities he didn’t like too, so you could only think of accepting it at least once. at first, the place was nice. you did catch on the amount of white old men around you, some of them smelling like actual dollar bills. it was truly fascinating, you had to admit, though a bit weird as you witnessed an actual ice sculpture of a golf stick. for a second you thought you were getting yourself involved in some golf cult, but chip by your side was calming you down, letting you know true golf fans knew how to appreciate such a perfect sport. you had your own opinions, but you shut them up as you sat on the little cart taking you and your boyfriend to the court he had rented. you spent an entire afternoon learning how to play, watching your boyfriend cheer at every score and letting him tell you all the strange history facts he knew about the sport. at night, you had asked chip to take you to dinner, as you had noticed the resort had a beautiful big restaurant with some good looking dishes. that night, you sat right across your boyfriend, as his pupils seemed to have morphed into two hearts. you could tell on his face how in love he was with you, and your heart knew well that you felt just as much love for him as he did for you.
“you’re doing it again” chip commented, making you come back from your trance
“what am i doing?” you smiled, playing with his fingers
“getting lost in my eyes” you felt your cheeks blushing red as the comment took you by surprise
“i’m just so happy i’m with you” you were being truly sincere, and never once expected such a reply afterwards
“i’m so lucky to have you, i truly scored my 18th hole with you”
you were left speechless, completely lost with the reference.
“what?” you knew for sure you were never going to understand it
“you’re my eagle, my baby” your eyebrows were frowning, confusion taking over your face “my beautiful four points”
the golf references continued, making you lose any capacity to understand his words. but you knew, deep down you knew, they were romantic as fuck.
oliver reed.
oh boy, oh god why would you date this man? if we’re talking about unhinged lovers, we have to start with oliver reed. have you seen that man? i don’t even need to describe a relationship with him. hold on, because it’s not a bad thing, ok? like this man is literally ride or die with you, and your life with him would be a total adventure right after the other. no moment of your life will ever be boring as you date him, but this also means no moment will ever be normal. i just sense he would only date someone who can either match his energy or balance with his, and if that’s the case then you’re literally his priority. you come first before anything else, but it means you must be able to endure his odd attitude.
the biggest problem is when you’re in public. because you fell in love with this man, right? you truly fell in love with him the second you heard him talk at a bar, it was like a weird but hollywood-like love at first sight. but the rest of the world could never see what you see, and that was an evident statement when you two were in public. for some reason, oliver was incredibly into pda, something you never expected from him. when he had told you he was ok with it, you assumed he liked kissing here and there, without caring what others said. you never once imagined this could mean grabbing your ass out of nowhere. the little gasp you released when you felt his palm slapping his ass brought the attention of every individual at the mall, as you two made your way down the hallways and towards any vintage clothes store you could find. you looked around, face red as a tomato and burning like fire, crossing stares with several witnesses, while oliver smirked with pride. he loved showing others you were his, sometimes in quite odd ways, like the one time he just began biting your neck at the cinema. you truly were used to this, but you sometimes would forget how it wasn’t as normal for others. after searching for good stores and failing to find them, you sat down with oliver at the food section, with two trays in front of you, as you kissed and ate your lunch. at that moment you truly forgot how dirty mouthed he was, and you had soon lost count of the amount of times he had said the word “fuck”. it was not weird of him to curse like a sailor, and you were really ok with it, but only now realized how bad it was when a kid nearby began crying at oliver, pointing at him as he ran back with his mom, accusing your boyfriend of being a bad person.
“fucking kids these days are weak as fuck” your boyfriend complained between teeth as he took a bite of his sandwich
“you made him cry!” you were shocked at the scene, as it felt like it belonged to a movie
“the little blessing will be fine, he probably fucking cries all the fucking time, he’s used to it by now”
you could only laugh at him, eyeing as you could hear some drowned giggles coming from his mouth. you knew how much of a character this was, and how much of a soft boy he truly was. however, he barely showed that side to you, especially in public.
“can you please speak well for once? besides every time you say ‘fuck’ you spit on me” you complained, removing some drops that had landed on your cheeks just seconds ago
“you weren’t complaining about me spitting on you last night” though he attempted to mumble his comeback, his voice was never low enough and, before you could laugh, you both jumped in your place as another kid began crying after overhearing your not-so-innocent conversation.
#greta van fleet#greta van fleet headcanon#romance#gvf#.gvftxt#greta van fleet x reader#josh kiszka#sam kiszka#jake kiszka#danny wagner
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Could I ask for a scenario where TFP Megatron’s human S/O gets really sick, and while he had been trying to keep them a secret from the Autobots for obvious reasons, Knockout doesn’t really know what he’s doing so Soundwave reminds him that one of the humans the Autobots know is a nurse, so they end up kidnapping June to help them?
(If you want, could you add a little bit at the end of the Bots finding out about it? If not that’s ok)
No autobots, mostly June's POV. And "really sick" means angst in my books!!!💥 ~Gregoria🏩
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“Look, no one is particularly happy about this,” Knockout said stiffly, tightening his grip when June tried to struggle. “But you can either play nice and help a fellow medical professional, or we both get scrapped.”
She’d have a lot to say about what seems to qualify as a medical professional to them, about how they’d have a better chance at playing “we need this human” if they kidnapped a mechanic or an engineer. Instead she tightened the grip on the sleek tablet she was given and bit her tongue. A few more turns and they arrived at what she assumed was the medbay, the imposing figure of Decepticon lord standing at the farther edge. It sounded like there was a hushed conversation happening between him and someone standing near one of the giant metal slabs.
Knockout stopped at a safe, respectful distance and June could feel his grip shift nervously.
“My liege,”
No response.
“My liege, I have succeeded in acquiring the autobots nurse.”
That seemed to do something, since the towering robot finally shifted his attention to them.
“Knockout,” he acknowledged, and the diversion let June see what his frame was obstructing beforehand. There was no robot in sight, and she could spot a barely visible lump of fabric on the slab. A clawed servo extended towards Knockout, and soon June was placed on it, staring up into the tyrant’s eyes.
“Leave us,”
“Lord Megatron, if I may suggest you refuel-”
“You may not. Dismissed.”
“Understood.” and with a bow, Knockout briskly made his exit. When the door closed, Megatron turned his glare down at her.
“Nurse Darby.”
The floor was a long way down, and no matter how valuable a bargaining chip, she could be killed just the same if she showed disrespect. She bowed her head, but refused to break her gaze.
“Lord Megatron.”
Instead of being dropped onto the slab like expected, she was lowered down, placed near the lump of what she could now tell were multiple blankets and pillows. Her puzzled look met with a deepening scowl.
”I suggest you do not try anything clever and get on with helping a fellow human.”
She crouched and peeled away the blankets. Whoever this person was, however they managed to find themself on this warship, she knew one thing clearly as soon as their face came into her view. This kind of state was out of her hands.
“What happened?” she demanded, feeling for a pulse.
“I do not know, they have been nearly healed when their condition began worsening.”
June opens a file on the tablet. She looked over the information three times already on the drive to here, cursing the lack of sense these notes made. She didn’t even know they were describing the medical condition of a human. Now she hoped it was in fact simply a difference in medical practices and not deliberate neglect on Knockout’s part.
“What condition?”
“Are you not a nurse?” he snarled. Before she could attempt to explain the lack of information, the person groaned, their eyes slowly blinking open. Their skin and clothes drenched in sweat, chest heaving with wheezing breaths.
June steadied them and helped them sit up when they made it clear they will not stay down. They lifted their head slowly, their cracked lips parting.
“Megatron?”
Their voice was so hoarse it hurt to listen, and June was still attempting to make sense of the crisscrossing symptoms. None of it was making any sense.
“I am here my love,”
June has seen her fair share of worried partners. She has heard the soft voices meant to comfort and distract her patients from pain and fear, seen the unsure touches as if they were made of glass. She did not expect a bloodthirsty tyrant to be capable of the gentleness with which his claws were offered for the human to hold.
“Let me introduce you to the nurse. Her name is June Darby and she’ll help to heal you and return your strength,” his gaze shifted to her, all gentleness gone.
“Or else.”
“Don’t be mean,” they croaked out, swaying and tapping the digit in a weak imitation of a slap. “Have you,” they swallowed heavily, “Have you slept?”
“And leave you alone in case you wake? Of course not.”
“You shouldn’t have,” and still June saw the corner of their mouth twitch up. They clearly wanted to say more, but their next breath had them slamming forward, spasming with the force of their coughs. They pressed their head against the metal claw when they managed to get their breathing under control, tears rolling down their cheeks with the pained wheezes. June swallowed a lump in her throat.
“I can’t help them.” seeing she would be destroyed if the other human was not present, she hurried to explain.
“I am not a doctor, and there is no equipment that could be used to treat them aboard this ship.”
“It can be provided,”
“No, not with the kind of testing and procedures we’ll need to perform. What they need is immediate treatment in a safe, sterile environment and a full medical team on hand to determine what is causing,” she looked back at the nonsense on the screen in her hand, “whatever this condition is.”
“Names.”
She looked up and recognized that look too. Anger mixed with desperate determination.
“Give me the names of your doctors, human. My sparkmate will not be leaving this ship, and neither will you until they are fully healed.” one of his claws rubbed the head of the crying person and they leaned into his touch, attempting to hold back sobs.
“And if you do not value your own life, I believe your son’s well being should be kept in mind. After all,” he aimed a smile full of teeth at her, his tone that of the mock concern.
“It would be a shame for young Jack to be left to fend for himself, don’t you agree?”
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hello I was wondering if I could make a request please? if you're comfortable with it could you write for aizawa x reader where reader is dealing with thoughts of self-harm and confesses this to him and he helps her through it? sorry if this isn't okay, but thank you if you write it
Hello! Thank you so much for this request <3 As a person who dealt a lot with these issues in the past, I definitely enjoyed writing this because it gave me comfort. I think Aizawa would be so big on mental health and I think it is such a good prompt.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I am not a therapist or a mental health professional, and all of this is based on my own experiences, so if you or anyone you know is struggling with self-harm ideation, please know it does get better and seek out proper mental health resources! <3 This is purely a comfort fic.
TW: self-harm ideation (reader doesn't do it but does consider it), depression, self-blame (reader is pretty mean to themselves), mental health, hurt/fluff, cursing. SERIOUSLY. Do not read this if you feel this would trigger you. Your safety is important.
Another day. Your eyes were bleary and heavy from the night. You went to bed early, but it felt like you hadn’t slept enough. Turning to the door, you heard Shouta call from grabbing his keys and bag before he came in to press a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Heading out. Love you. Probably staying late tonight, so don’t wait up sweetheart.” You forced a smile back at him.
“Have a good day, Sho. Love you.” All too soon he was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Your body felt heavy, dragging it out of bed only to go straight to the couch. You were so tired. It had been gnawing on you lately, like a black cloud over you. Shouta worked hard every day, training pro-heroes while dealing with his own hero work and YOU felt tired? It was annoying, you felt annoyed by your own mind, and guilty just for even feeling this way.
It was like you were stuck in a hamster wheel, constantly running and going nowhere and you were too tired to keep running. Days kept coming and you just needed everything to just stop for a moment. Just to let you catch your breath, but the world didn’t stop for you. You had to just toughen up.
Going to the bathroom, you looked in the mirror. You looked like a mess, your eyes hollow and lifeless. Your hair felt dull, and you wanted to avoid looking at yourself any longer. You sat on the tile floor, your back pressed against the door. Tears fell freely from your eyes, and you made no effort to wipe them away.
You just needed a break. A break from everything, a break from life. A break from being a fucking burden.
Time passed, you stayed sitting on the cold floor. Was it hours, minutes? Fuck if you knew. Catching a glimpse of Shouta’s razor left on the sink, your heart raced. You could feel the blood rushing in your ears as you stared down the silver blade.
It wouldn’t make the pain stop, but it would make it real. Fighting an invisible monster was hard, but if you had something to actually cry about, maybe you wouldn’t feel insane.
You were so tired.
You walked back to bed.
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Shouta walked in, his body sore from being hunched over grading papers. He yawned, tossing his bag on the chair. The lights were off, and he headed to the bedroom, expecting to see you asleep. Instead you were sitting up, knees tucked under your chin, staring at the wall.
“Sweetheart, it’s late. Why are you awake?” Shouta asked, his voice catching when he saw the tear tracks on your cheeks. You sniffled, and your voice was scratchy when you spoke.
“I’m so tired, Sho. I’m sorry, I know you’re tired and I don’t even have the right to be–” You were cut off by his arms wrapped around you. Shouta was warm and somehow, feeling him there grounded you into reality. The dam in you broke and you sobbed, pressing your face into his sweater. His hold on you tightened, and finally catching your breath you pulled away slightly, refusing to meet his eyes.
He spoke first.
“Don’t ever feel like you don’t have the right to feel anything you feel. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Your voice was shaky, and low. “I don’t know. I’m tired. It feels like every day bleeds into the next and I can’t stop and just breathe for a second. I feel like I’m drowning and nobody can see me and I, I don’t know what to do. And I feel so fucking guilty because I can’t JUST not feel this way. I see things that need to be done, I have stuff I want to do and I can’t bring myself to not feel like shit. It feels pathetic and annoying and you do so much for us and all I do is complain….and I just wanted it to end today. God, I just…” your voice trailed off and you were quiet for a moment. When you spoke again your voice was softer, a murmur Shouta had to strain to hear.
“I just wanted to make it stop. If I’m gonna be miserable, I need a reason.” Your voice cracked and you swallowed hard, ashamed.
Shouta reached out for your hand slowly, caressing the soft spot between your thumb and forefinger.
“Y/N, you are the most precious thing to me in this entire world. You are never burdening me, never annoying me, and you never need a ‘reason’ to justify your feelings. Every single day of my life, I choose you, I choose us. I don’t care if you have a million problems, I’m here to help you carry them. And if I can’t do it alone, we’ll work together to figure this out. I need you to talk to me though. Did you hurt yourself?”
You shook your head quickly. Shouta sighed in relief. “Did you think about hurting yourself?”
You nodded, a hiccup escaping from your lips.
He pulled you against him, practically crushing you with his weight, You could hear his heartbeat, reverberating in his chest.
“This, this is the reason we continue. Every day, if you’re dealing with bad feelings, bad thoughts, anything...you get right here. You get in my arms and we’ll get through it. You are not alone.”
Wrapping the blankets around the two of you, Aizawa texted Nezu to let him know he’d be out for the week. He pulled you into his chest, letting you talk your feelings out into the late night.
It wouldn’t be perfect. You would still have bad feelings, and negative thoughts that chipped away at you. But you wouldn’t be alone. It wouldn’t consume you.
You weren’t a burden.
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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...
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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."
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"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.
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"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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DNP Rewatch: Halloween Baking - MONSTER POPS!
Date video was published: 10/31/2016 (X)
DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 326
Halloween baking time! Get ready for this to get way too long as usual for baking videos.
0:03 - no sliding-in intro for this baking video. Also the “horny” jumper and the ghost shirt are my favorites
0:21 - Phil is hilarious. look at those Dan eye-crinkles 🥺
0:33 - Phil repeating “festive” just to make sure we didn’t miss that “festive action” bit
0:40 - getting serious with the arms crossed
0:52 - “you just do you Phil, it doesn’t matter” hmmm...hello intro to post-baking Phil
1:10 - this whole intro is so messy and I’m pretty sure they’re just trying to make each other laugh and don’t even really care what they’re saying
1:19 - they’re not actually wrong 😂
1:22 - Dan’s hood down just for a brief moment. And Dan making this pun for once! Usually it’s Phil punning his own name...Phil “I like it”
1:35 - ummmm...Dan WHY with the nipple pinching 👀
1:41 - Phil is quite concerned about where this milk comes from...Dan is not helping 😳
2:02 - I’m pretty sure this video is when I actually learned what was in pumpkin spice (also great background dancing from Phil here)
2:23 - Phil did an exercise just for a pun, lol. They must have filmed this “for the coating” and “for the filling” clips (where Dan’s hood is down in both) separately from the list of ingredients
2:38 - Phil’s eyes get so wide the moment he realizes that Dan realizes the chocolate chips are open
2:53 - “stand in the hallway of shame” 😂 annnnd as soon as Phil is gone, Dan starts eating them too
3:02 - here’s where those other clips with Dan’s hood down were probably filmed
3:09 - Phil smiling at Dan’s dancing and with that full up-and-down look...then right into “do you think anyone’s sexually attracted to spiders” um, what’s on your mind there, Phil?! 👀
3:16 - pretty sure Dan is nearly as clumsy as Phil
3:30 - “straight into Barry the bowl” Dan is very concerned about this potential...”we’ll have fanfiction before we know it” and then Phil’s thinking too much about that too 😳
3:42 - Dan immediately going for the lick is somehow not surprising. Of course they felt the need to zoom in on this during editing...
3:46 - jesus christ. Phil’s reaction is great
3:52 - “the neighbors are going to call the police again” ...not sure I want to know
4:01 - Phil is laughing too much to scoop 😂
4:17 - Phil caving and letting Dan lick it of course...this is a lot
4:25 - Phil was about to put the licked spoon right back into the jar before he realized
4:30 - they’re worryingly concerned about using a can opener...how is it taking them so long to figure out. also, “teach me dad”
4:56 - Phil is definitely a person who freezes up when he doesn’t know what to do (not even going to comment on what Dan said...)
5:05 - Phil loves being a little shit sometimes and Dan just finds it endlessly amusing apparently
5:35 - Dan comes all the way back from walking away to lean in close and listen to Phil
5:40 - Dan’s answer worked too! Phil with the tongue-thing!
5:46 - Phil wanting Dan to smell things again
6:02 - Phil not knowing what a spatula is after this many baking videos somehow
6:09 - *bonk*
6:13 - this is shockingly far into a baking video without a close up shot
6:17 - “this is how professionals do it” parallels!
6:23 - Dan always wants to pour things on himself
6:39 - it really looks like Dan could fit that whole thing in this mouth 😳
7:02 - “give the people what they want” well that’s some II foreshadowing
7:04 - the close-up licking is too much for Phil 😂
7:12 - Phil is very concerned about Dan not having his hood up here...why
7:17 - “now I’m horny” love that Phil immediately does the back-up ‘beeps’
7:26 - Dan’s like...‘maybe not’, but Phil just goes with it
7:31 - ...and then he makes it worse 😂
8:11 - does Dan know how big a golf ball is?! that seems way too big
8:15 - yeah there’s the hindsight annotation, haha
8:37 - “yes we are adults” not so sure about that
8:48 - great use of the ‘record scratch’ noise. a bit too enthusiastic with the decorating there
9:07 - oh Phil, lol. Dan imitating Kath is always great
9:30 - does Dan think the morgue comes after the funeral...I don’t think that’s how it works
9:37 - “sweaty sand” wtf Phil
9:53 - "that is needing to get flagged” Dan can’t really talk after his noises earlier, but this is a lot for Phil
10:00 - I did not understand that reference. the multiple angles of Dan’s “ohhhhhh” though, fantastic
10:11 - how are they always on the same exact page?! help.
10:20 - Phil is just going for it in this video
10:34 - I love how impressed they both are with Phil’s sound effect
10:57 - that wasn’t even that funny but Phil thought it was
11:00 - this is the second joke of the video
11:23 - Phil with the PINOF reference and Dan zooming in to make sure we don’t miss it
11:30 - they have done this multiple times
11:43 - Dan doesn’t even flinch; he is too used to Phil’s antics
12:22 - what is wrong with them (affectionate). also unfortunate foreshadowing of the gas leak
12:33 - love this random reflection shot that Dan left in
12:56 - they never use a big enough bowl
13:03 - big Phil eyes
13:31 - “if it doesn’t, threaten to sue it” lol Dan
13:47 - they got that on the Japan trip! also, Dan can’t really blame Phil for it almost going in the chocolate...that was all on him
14:01 - took a couple seconds for Phil to process that one
14:45 - Dan’s commentary here... 😳
15:03 - Phil is not wrong
15:34 - they are not being gentle enough with the dipping
16:14 - lol at this important filming moment
16:31 - the start of this list from Phil is quite something...Dan is not helping
16:34 - yes, every time there is crotch filming...
16:51 - “I want your ass” did we need to know?! also the “ow” “thank” moment
17:09 - decorating is not their strong suit...
17:18 - king of comedy Phil
17:38 - it’s basically just sugar on a stick
18:03 - genuine compliments from Dan
18:19 - they’re just fully using their fingers to put the frosting on at this point
18:40 - “I want a hwhoosh” this is very early thinking about the quiff
18:42 - of course Dan has to do a shrek one
18:54 - hood back up after being briefly down again
19:20 - Dan really does go all-in for the baking videos
19:36 - I think these would be a lot less melty if they didn’t have them directly next to a candle...
20:21 - they have really made a huge mess of it at this point...also that is so much icing
20:49 - didn’t need to know 😳
20:56 - there is absolutely no way you can taste the coconut oil in that...
21:22 - “I’m delicious” this whole close-up at the end was probably not necessary
21:46 - I miss spooky week so much
22:06 - and DAPGO promo of course!
22:52 - “you got impaled by Dan” 😳😳
I love every baking video. This is definitely a top-tier one. And this was the video that ended the TATINOF era and ushered in the “post-baking universe,” according to Dan. Though they still had a few TATINOF shows to perform.
Earlier in October, they also won an award for the Radio 1 Teen Awards, where they did their usual sitting by the snacks (1, 2, 3).
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A Helpful Guide to Keeping Your Property in Tip-Top Shape
When it comes to property maintenance, many homeowners feel overwhelmed. There is a lot to remember and a lot of potential problems that can arise. In this blog post, we will provide you with a helpful guide to keeping your property in tip-top shape! We'll cover everything from roof maintenance to pest control, so you can rest easy knowing that your home is well taken care of.
Keep the property clean
The cleanliness of your property is important for many reasons. First and foremost, it is a reflection of you and your family. If your property is well-maintained, it will show that you take pride in your home and are conscientious about its appearance. This also includes pest control. If you have a pest problem, it is important to take care of it right away.
Not only will this help your property look its best, but it will also prevent the spread of pests to your neighbors' homes. The professionals from Green Pest Management advise that if you have any concerns, you should get expert assistance. When it comes to pests, being safe is always preferable to being sorry!
Make a list of things that need to be done
One of the best ways to stay organized and on top of your property maintenance is to make a list of all the tasks that need to be completed. This can include everything from mowing the lawn to fixing a broken window. Once you have created your list, you can start tackling one task at a time. Namely, when it comes to lists, don’t try to do everything at once. Make your tasks manageable so you can stay on top of them without feeling overwhelmed.
Create a budget
Before you start any repairs or improvements, it is important to create a budget. This will help you determine how much money you have to work with and what needs to be prioritized. When creating your budget, make sure to factor in the cost of materials, labor, and any permits that may be required. Also, be realistic about the timeline for completing your projects. Once you have a budget and timeline in place, you can start working on your property maintenance with confidence! Feel free to add or subtract items as needed, but always remember to stay within your budget.
Keep up with small repairs
As the saying goes, “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” This could not be more true when it comes to property maintenance. Rather than waiting for something to break down completely, it is much easier (and often cheaper) to keep up with small repairs. This could include anything from fixing a leaky faucet to paint-chipped walls. Other usual suspects are gutters, sidewalks, and stairs. By following these basic repairs, you can prevent more significant and costly issues in the future.
Roof maintenance
One of the most important aspects of property maintenance is roof maintenance. Your roof is one of the most essential components of your home, and it needs to be in good condition in order to protect your property from the elements. It is important to have your roof inspected regularly by a professional and to make sure that any repairs are made in a timely manner. For example, if you have a leaky roof, it is important to have it fixed as soon as possible to avoid any further damage. Another common roofing issue is missing or damaged shingles. If you notice any of these problems, be sure to contact a roofing professional right away.
Proper landscaping
Another important aspect of property maintenance is proper landscaping. This includes everything from mowing the lawn to trimming the hedges. By keeping your landscaping in good condition, you can not only improve the curb appeal of your property but also increase its value. A good idea is to create a landscaping plan that includes both annual and seasonal tasks. This way, you can ensure that your property always looks its best.
Consider hiring a professional
While it is possible to handle some property maintenance tasks on your own, there are times when it is best to hire a professional. For example, if you are not experienced in roofing or electrical repairs, it is probably best to leave these tasks to the experts. Hiring a professional can also be a good idea if you simply don’t have the time to handle all of the maintenance tasks on your own. In these cases, it is important to do your research and find a reputable and reliable professional who can help you get the job done right.
Nevertheless, having a well-maintained property requires effort, time, and sometimes money. But by following these tips, you can be sure that your property is in good hands. Make sure to stay on top of repairs, create a budget, and keep up with your landscaping. By doing so, you will not only improve the appearance of your property but also its value.
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Allurement: Waves
Yandere Namjoon x Reader
The scantily-leaved trees held on to the last of their dying offspring. But the west-winds seemed to be unbothered, trying to tear away those leaves from the branches as the rest, hued in dull to bright shades of nature danced along on the ground.
And a few crushed beneath (Y/N)'s shoes, it would have been a fun activity: crushing dried leaves under her shoes. But she was rushing towards the car waiting for her.
"So quick!" Park Jimin, as sweet and polite as the man could be, was no less a sassy hellion if he required to be. And of all, he loved to sass around her the best. But most of the time, he did have a good reason to.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I woke up late." (Y/N) was quick to apologise, as she passed him a sheepish smile while taking a seat beside him.
"You are lucky that I like you, besides, we can always drive a bit faster, or take the shortcut? So do put on your seatbelt." he smiled at her before the car roared to life and the wheels came to life and the car went off.
It had not been too long since she had begun working under Mr Kim as his secretary, temporary secretary. About three months or so. But the previous autumn, when he had put forth the proposal of giving her the job, it did not feel long ago, while in reality. it had been a year, a whole, complete revolution of the earth around the Sun and there she was, riding with Jimin to her workplace- the Kim Group of Companies' headquarters, where the respected young CEO sat and operated from.
And within a year, nothing seemed to have changed, the water of life seemed to be stagnant. But she could feel the change, deep, greater changes like upheaval in the ocean, the waves, gigantic, monstrous, terrifying. Threatening to drown her. There was so much that had changed.
Park Jimin was a great company and an excellent friend. She had found out soon after the bond of friendship had been established between the two.
Kim Namjoon was an excellent boss and that, her job as his secretary, as reasonably draining, had so much to learn from. She admired Miss Choi for her efficiency, (Y/N) had so much more to learn, both from her job as well as her employer.
And she also discovered, gradually of course, that behind the all too sophisticated, groomed gentleman laid a clumsy gentle giant who would often burn his fingers trying to make himself a cup of coffee, or even trying to pass on hot food and drinks to her. And it was devastatingly endearing.
But most of all, (Y/N) had learnt that her mother was dying. The illness was eating her mother away, chipping away her health and endurance and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it, nothing could prevent the inevitable. So she made peace with the fact, even though she knew that deep within, she was dreading the day her mother's sunken eyes would close for eternity. But she came to accept the fact that her mother could not be saved. All she could do was to make peace with the tragedy of life, that lied within the shortness of it.
So on the surface, (Y/N)'s life was calm and stable as a lake, yet the giant waves of changing wind terrified her under the same surface.
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"You have a meeting with the lead investors this morning, the files and reports have been arranged at your desk." she listed off from her phone gifted by the company. It was not the day's schedule, a day in Kim Namjoon's life was nothing if it could not be defined as 'busy', it was the first half of a typical Monday morning in the company.
As soon as she was done, which was rather quickly, she placed a cup of steaming brew in front of her employer- double expresso with two cubes of sugar- just the way he liked it. Mr Kim smiled at her appreciatively. It was one of the many things she liked about him and admired. He never took his employees for granted, he had never failed to let her know that he appreciated her efforts to keep his day running smoothly and sorting things out for him.
"Thank you (Y/N), I hope you had your share of morning booster as well?" she nodded with a faint smile playing on her lips before handing off the files to him as she began to brief him regarding the topics and issues he and the company had been working on.
The projects and the required consumptions and stock- price data. It was not every day that the investors would gather at the conference room, but since a new project at hand was to begin, a meeting with the investors was required.
"Well, the reports look good (Y/N), did Mr Min mail you the required files?"
"Yes, the deal was explained there. He would be presenting along with you, it is regarding the profit margin and how the chances of loss and risk are low this time," she explained, to which he nodded
"Yes, and I require you to be with me in this meeting."
"Of course I will be with you, Sir, I am your secretary."
"No, I mean sit beside me, you won't be standing behind as you have been. And I expect all your focus on the presentation, okay? There is so much you would be learning from this." she gave him an obedient nod with a small smile.
She did not intend to disappoint him at any cost. Mr Kim was her role model, she looked up to him. Given, that she despised the spotlight and the position of CEO was not for her, but she was found herself to be a perfect fit for the position of secretary. Despite how demanding her job could get, Mr Kim was an excellent boss and mentor. He was at ease, most of the time. At most, she had seen his eyes grow cold and jaws clenched, perhaps only twice, that too if something went seriously downhill. It was a sliver of what might be laying under the controlled and calm persona. He was a human too after all.
She made her way towards her desk as soon as the briefing was over. Mr Kim's office was massive, and he did not wish to waste time on having to ring her to come to his office, thus he had a desk for her arranged in his office itself. It was kind of a mini-open office, her boss and her working under the same roof, no barriers between them, she could approach him anytime she wanted to and he did not need a phone anymore to summon her.
They had settled into a routine like that. She would begin her day by bringing him his much-needed cup of coffee and listing the first half of his morning schedule, then she could begin with her works of arranging files, stacking reports, sending emails, scanning through and replying to the mails, researching on the potential business partners, making and answering phone calls, deciding and listing appointment and other project-related materials those were deemed necessary by Mr Kim.
And all the months of working under him had been able to provide her with a unique perspective of him. There were so many things she would have never been able to discover otherwise, for instance, the fact that he loved crabs- not on his plate- but on his palms as he would gently cradle those tiny creatures whenever he would come across them. He even owned a crab, a pet crab. She would not have known had he not rambled off regarding his love for crabs while he had ordered gourmet food for them when she was required to stay some extra hours, which was a frequent occurrence. The workload could be a bit too much for him to handle, besides, those extra hours consisted far less of work one would expect and more of them talking, she had finally been able to let him enter her comfort zone, she would be damned if she had not. He had been exceptionally generous to her, he was kind and approachable, time and again he had proved it, both as a superior as well as a person.
He was warm, gentle and funny, unintentionally funny. Especially when he would break his glasses more than once a month, it would be a miracle if his AirPods would not be lost within the first week of purchase. And while his constant misplacement of files and other such important documents had managed to make her purse her lips in annoyance more than once. The warm, dimpled sheepish smile had did not allow the annoyance to remain. Because even if he would be exhausted after a day's of overwhelming work, he would not forget to wish her good night before they left the office, because even if she would be a bit late with her coffee, he never threw a fit like one would expect the boss to do. And because despite his busy schedule, he would manage to inquire about her mother's health.
Mr Kim was different. He was everything any woman would crave for and desire. And despite not being the one with shallow indulgence, she had found herself falling for her employer. It did not happen overnight. It was a gradual process, like sleep.
(L/N)(Y/N) was in love with Kim Namjoon, her boss, the heir of the legendary Kim Group of Companies.
And it had been so easy to fall in love with that man. Despite her previous reservations. And she was well-aware that the love would go tragically unreciprocated. They were worlds apart in more than one ways, the social gap, the economic gap, the professional. Everything laid in front of her to see, understand and accept the fact that her love for Kim Namjoon could not bridge the distance between the moon and a mere earthly admirer. To him, she would be many of the faceless women waiting for his attention and thronging around him if he came to know about her newfound feelings. And she did not want that to happen. She did not wish to ruin the sweet, friendly professional bond she had established with him.
And yet, she could not help the bittersweet blooms in her heart every time she would see him smile. Because she knew that sooner or later, he would be having a much warmer smile, eyes shining with love and adoration for a woman who would own his heart. It was impossible for a man like Kim Namjoon to remain single for long, he was the country's most eligible bachelor after all. Or perhaps he already had someone special in his heart, a secret lover perhaps. The mere thought dimmed her mood and often made her shoulders slump.
Of all the massive, daunting waves threatening to crash upon her, her newfound romantic attachment to her employer was the most terrifying one. Because she knew that wave would come crashing down and drown her. And that single wave against all others frightened her the most because it threatened to cause upheaval on the calm surface of her life and become the cause of her ultimate demise.
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The Switch
Day 10, Story #2 is by @adenei
Title: The Switch
Author: adenei
Pairing: George Weasley/Angelina Johnson
Prompt: First Date
Rating: T
TW: Mentions of character death
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The shop is quiet as George locks the door to his office. It’s been a month since the grand re-opening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and the steady thrum of customers has put the business back on track to where it was before the untimely closure due to the war. Things are different, of course, with Fred not being there, but George’s family and friends have stepped up and offered more support than George knows what to do with—not that he wanted it in the first place.
In retrospect, he is thankful for his family and friends, Ron and Angelina in particular. They helped him put down the bottle and get his life back on track.
“Fred wouldn’t want this.” Angelina had told him late one night while she and Lee were staying over in his flat that smelled of days-old Firewhisky and hadn’t been cleaned since before they’d gone into hiding at Aunt Muriel’s.
“How would Fred feel if you let everything the two of you worked for go to shit? How would you feel if the tables were turned and if it was—” Ron had yelled as he snatched the half-full bottle away from his brother and dumped it down the drain. The emotion was raw as the words caught in his throat, the end of the phrase hanging between them like the weight of a bludger pulling them down and grounding them.
At first, he’d been pissed, but they were right. Fred wouldn’t have wanted George to resort to any of that. And even though he’d been begrudging in accepting help to begin with, George knew he wouldn’t have gotten the shop up and running as swiftly as he did without everyone’s help. The hole in his heart still ached, and not a moment went by where he didn’t miss his brother, but finding a new stride in this post-war life is exactly the push George needed to not only move on but also honor and make Fred proud.
As George makes his way onto the main floor of the shop, a figure standing behind the counter makes him pause. He’d recognize that silhouette anywhere, the unrequited crush from his Hogwarts days now thrust back in his life, as if to taunt him of just another thing he’ll never have.
“You’re still here?” The exhaustion is apparent in George’s voice after a ten-hour day.
“Yeah, I wanted to make sure you didn’t stay on and try to do all the inventory yourself again like last week.” Angelina runs her fingers over the various displays of fireworks that are locked away behind the checkout area as she lightly teases George.
“Nah, I learned from that mistake. Besides, don’t you have your regular job that you need to get back to? Now that things are running smoothly again, we’ll be able to manage without the extra help. Especially once things die down after the first.”
“I don’t mind spending a few hours here after work, you know that. Things’ll start to pick up again soon once the Quidditch season gets underway, I’m sure, but right now, my corresponding duties are light. Call me crazy, but I’ve enjoyed spending more time with you lately. Almost makes me feel like we’re back in Hogwarts, you know? When real life and responsibilities seemed so far away.”
A chuckle escapes George’s lips. It was true, all this time they’d been spending together, especially with Lee and sometimes Alicia, almost made everything feel right again.
“Well, we can hang out in other places, too. I swear I don’t live at Wheeze’s.”
“George, you live upstairs.”
“Ah, bugger off.”
“I’m only teasing.”
“And all I’m saying is if you want to do something outside these walls, all you have to do is ask.”
“Are you hungry, then?”
A genuine laugh bubbles up into George’s throat at Angelina’s brazenness. “Bloody hell, woman! Impatient much?”
His outburst brings a smile to Angelina’s face, brightening the dark circles under her eyes from the extra hours spent helping out.
“You’re the one who said to ask. So, what do you say? Fancy a drink and a meal down the street? It’s late enough that the Leaky shouldn’t be too busy.”
“I s’pose it couldn’t hurt. Beats making something for myself, that’s for sure.”
“Great, let’s go.”
Angelina walks around the counter and reaches out to take George’s hand in hers. An electric shock shoots up his arm from the point of contact, and George has to stop himself from pulling away from the surprise of it all. A memory flashes through his mind of twinkling lights amongst a silver backdrop in the Great Hall all those years ago. He sees two figures dancing and twirling to the music of the Weird Sisters, one with flaming red hair much like his own and the other whose sapphire gown swished against the travertine floor. The memory brings a reminiscent smile to his lips as Angelina tugs him out the door.
When they reach the Leaky, the pair settles into a quiet booth in the back of the establishment, away from curious eyes. It’s late in the evening for a meal, which is made evident by the empty tables and chairs scattered throughout the pub. Only a handful of patrons litter the bar, allowing Tom to be attentive to their needs.
George takes a large swig when the barkeep returns with Butterbeers, and they place their orders.
“No shot of Firewhisky tonight then?”
George shakes his head. “I told you, Ange, I was serious about stopping. I can’t use the bottle as a crutch for grief anymore.”
Angelina nods as she observes him intently. George can feel the heat of her gaze trailing over him as he takes another sip from his drink.
“You’re staring.”
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“Oh? And here I was thinking I was mesmerizing you with my dashing good looks,” George quips.
Angelina smiles, and for a moment, George thinks he sees a blush on her cheeks before she recovers. For all the time they spent together during Hogwarts, and more recently in the months following the war, George finds it odd that they’re struggling with conversation now.
“Knut for your thoughts?” asks George.
“Just that it’s been nice reconnecting with you. And Lee. Circumstances are shit, of course, but with my hectic schedule during Quidditch season, I don’t get much time for socializing and friends. I even had to drop my registration for the semi-pro league I was hoping to play for.”
George nods, and his stomach twists as he processes her words. That would mean she’d be leaving soon once things got busy. He’s overcome with the urge to see if her job is something she’s passionate about.
“Do you love it? Your job, I mean.”
“Well, yeah, if I can’t play professionally, the next best thing is writing and commentating. Plus, I’ve gotten to see the world all on the Ministry’s dime. Can’t complain there…”
“But is it something you see yourself doing for a long time?” George presses. He doesn’t mean to sound judgmental, but he needs to know if it’s even worth it to pursue.
“Well, after graduation, it seemed like the right fit. The opening was there, my parents were encouraging me to see the world, and I didn’t have anything tying me down. Honestly, I think my parents thought it was safer for me to travel, especially with the war on...”
And what about now?
George is nodding his head up and down while the question ricochets in his mind. He opens his mouth, gathering the courage to allow the four words to escape his mouth when Angelina interrupts him.
“Well, there are some openings that would allow me to stay in London that have just come up. They’re looking for commentators and stats writers for the matches played in the Kensington stadium. So, if you needed an extra hand at the shop, I could stay—”
“—I don’t want you to stay for the shop. If you want to travel the world, you should. I doubt you’ve seen all the world has to offer in two seasons.”
No! What are you thinking!
George can almost hear Fred chastising him for his rash response. It doesn’t come out the way he meant it to sound, and he knows he messed up given the crestfallen look on Ange’s face.
“I only meant—”
“I-I’ve actually already put in for the London job, George. And I promise it’s not because of the shop. Lee promised to help me with commentating, and this way I can play again. I start training next week. You know how much I missed playing Quidditch, and now that England is safer, I can stay and have the best of both worlds.”
The longer she goes on, it feels like she’s rambling and going on with a laundry list of pre-prepared reasons, which doesn’t sound like the Angelina he knows. It’s almost like she’s trying to convince herself that those are the reasons she’s staying, and not for anything else.
“Oh.”
Ange rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, I know you and Fred always used to think you two were the center of the universe, but I promise I didn’t choose to stay just for you.”
Her voice is light, and she’s smiling, but George can’t help but sense something else lingering beneath the surface. Disappointment, perhaps? Or maybe he’s just reading into things too much. Hoping something might be between them that really isn’t. He forces himself to stop overthinking and simply enjoy her company instead.
“Well, I, for one, am happy you’re staying. We’ll be able to get together more often, and it’ll almost feel like our Hogwarts days. Maybe I’ll even be able to convince you and Alicia to test new products again.”
Angelina nearly spits out her Butterbeer at George’s joke as Tom approaches with their meal. He knows he’s not fooling either of them; the irony is that the girls were always two steps ahead of him and his brother. They were the only two in their year who managed to avoid becoming test subjects to all of their prototypes.
The two fall into more reminiscing as they tuck into their fish and chips. George doesn’t realize how ravenous he is until he starts eating, and he’s even more grateful for Ange’s suggestion now.
As they are polishing off the remainder of their baskets, the topic of conversation falls on the Yule Ball, as Ange remembers how Fred had tossed the wad of paper at her.
“It was romantic, wasn’t it?” George jokes as he remembers his brother’s ridiculous attempt at asking a girl out. “Still don’t know why you said yes to that tosser.”
To this day, he’d always resented his brother for drawing his wand first and asking Ange to the ball. Of course, George knew it was all meant to be a bluff. It was Fred’s attempt to get his brother to buck up the courage and ask Angelina for himself.
George remembers it vividly. “Just ask her. What’s the worst she’ll say? No? Fine, if you won’t do it, I will.”
When Fred had gotten Ange’s attention, George had no idea what to expect. They were usually well in tune with each other, and George could anticipate Fred’s moves, but when his brother had asked Angelina himself, it took George by surprise.
“We were getting down to the wire, weren’t we?” Angelina interrupts George’s thoughts. “No one else had asked me, so I figured it was better to go with one twin than none at all.”
George chooses the wrong moment to polish off the last of his chips. The fried potato catches in his throat, and he coughs it up, all while reaching for the last dredges of his Butterbeer to clear things out.
Did she just say it was better to go with one twin than none at all? But then that would mean…
“Ange, don’t tell me you were waiting for me to ask you.”
She shrugs and averts her eyes from his gaze. “I mean, I wouldn’t have been disappointed if you’d asked, let’s put it that way.”
After this revelation, George burst into laughter. To anyone else in the near vicinity, it probably sounded like he should be admitted to the Janus Thickney Ward. He hasn’t laughed this hard since he and Fred were able to pull off a prank on Muriel shortly after arriving at her Manor at the end of March.
“You—Fred—I—me—” He can’t seem to formulate a coherent string of thoughts until Angelina goes from amused to offended.
“Honestly, George, I didn’t realize it was that funny. Forget I said anything.” She checks her watch and gathers her bag. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. It’s getting late, and clearly the thought of the two of us together appalls—”
She’s in the process of standing up when George sobers from the onslaught of irony and reaches out to grab her wrist.
“Ange, wait. I’m not laughing at that. Just—just give me a chance to explain, yeah?” He pulls her into the bench beside him, where she lands on her bottom harder than she needed to as she lets out a loud huff of indignation.
“Fred never intended to go with you when he asked.”
“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows have raised so high on her face that George is surprised they haven’t gotten lost in her braids.
“No, what I mean is, he’d been pestering me to ask you since the ball was announced. He knew I had a thing for you—obviously—and was being supportive.”
It felt weird for George to admit that he fancied Angelina in school now, after so many years of keeping it close to his chest. Fred and Lee were the only two who ever knew.
“So, what are you trying to say, then?”
“When Fred asked you...I was shocked, too. I didn’t realize he’d already devised a plan that I didn’t cotton on to right away.”
The look on Angelina’s face transformed from defensive to shock to comprehension, all in the span of a few seconds. “Don’t tell me…”
“Being an identical twin has—er, had—its benefits.”
“So.. are you trying to tell me that I didn’t go to the ball with Fred?”
“Nope.”
“And at the end of the night, when I kissed Fred in an attempt to make you jealous, I was actually kissing you all along?”
“Sorry if it was disappointing.” The wisecrack escapes George’s lips before he can stop it.
Half of him is expecting Angelina to slap him for the ‘switcheroo’ that he and Fred pulled, and in fairness, they deserved it. What if Ange actually had fancied Fred, and they’d pulled one over on her?
But to his surprise, Angelina does the opposite. She leans in and kisses George right then and there. The same shock he felt when holding her hand earlier ignites within him once more as he lets his body take control. He allows himself to get lost in the feel of her lips, realizing that it’s the first time he’s truly felt like himself since Fred’s passing. He even dares to let himself think he’s found happiness again.
Eventually, George pulls away as his lungs begin to burn from the lack of oxygen. They remain close, foreheads touching as he offers a weak smile.
“Y’know, I was going to tell you it was me at the end of the night, but how could I when I thought I was going to break your heart when you thought you’d kissed Fred?”
“You’re insufferable, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you can’t argue with sixteen-year-old George’s logic, can you?”
Ange rolls her eyes and leans back. George misses the contact as soon as it’s gone.
“What do you say we get out of here?” Ange raises her eyebrows in question as if tempting him to follow when she scoots out from the bench a second time.
George pulls enough money to cover their meals out of his wallet and leaves it on the table before scooching out behind her. He pays no mind to the remaining customers as he pulls Angelina back into him and whispers in her ear,
“I’d say we’ve wasted five years of pointless pining to wait any longer.”
#chudleycanonficfest2021#HP fest#hp canon pairings#canon fest romantic#submission#george x angelina#tw: mentions of death
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Tantrum - 1.7k Little!Peter oneshot
collab with @snowstark & @professional-benaddict
Daddies Stephen and Tony, +18 Little Peter, Littles are Known, tantrums, bad moods, errands, crying, comfort
It is a fact that Peter is not the most well behaved Little in public, but this is a whole new level. Even though Peter has learnt to accept his backpack leash, he thinks differently of it today. He has opened the buckle three times already to free himself, and Daddies are not having it.
And they have not even done half their errands today.
Peter huffs, stomping along next to the cart in the grocery store, and reaches to unbuckle himself again. Despite his Daddies’ warnings to behave, he finds himself wanting to go out of his way to do everything but that today.
The sky is cloudy and grey and Peter was not allowed to play outside, because he catches colds easily, and that is where his grumpy mood started. And the fact that his Daddies are mean is not helping.
“Do we need cleaning solutions? Is the one in the small bathroom empty? Tony?”
“Huh? I don’t know. Can’t we just get some anyway? We’ll use it up either way.”
“Yes, but the cabinet is- where’s Peter?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
Looking in all directions, Stephen nor Tony can see Peter anywhere. They quickly split up to search.
Unlike his Daddies who are full of panic and worry, Peter is having the best time of his life running through the snack aisle. He stops when he sees his favourite snack, reaching for it, and manages to yank it down. Chocolate chip cookies with rainbow M&Ms. Yum!
“Gonna ask to buy.” The boy mumbles to himself, turning around, and runs right into Tony.
“Oof! There you are!” Tony grumbles, grabbing both of Peter’s shoulders so that the boy drops the pack of cookies. The man crouches down to be more level with the boy. “What were you thinking? This is the third time just today!” Tony says. There is no denying that his tone is angry now, and another shopper turns to look at the scene in curiosity.
Peter pulls out of Tony’s grasp, yanking hard enough to take the man by surprise.
“‘m a big boy!” The boy snaps back. “Don’t need the yucky, stupid backpack!” That is a word Peter is definitely not allowed to say, but he is having a bad day and he has heard his Daddies say worse things when they thought he was asleep, so there!
“Peter Benjamin Stark-Strange, you listen to me now, and listen good!” Tony says firmly, making even more shoppers turn to look. “You will put that back, and then come with me and sit in the cart. And there will be no more discussions. We’ve had enough today already.”
“No!” Peter snatches the pack of cookies, and holds it tight to his chest. He lifts his chin defiantly, but Tony does not miss the way his eyes are already beginning to mist over. “You’re mean and I want my cookies and I don’t want to sit in the stupid, stupid cart!” Peter sits down right where he is, just to prove his point.
“Peter-” Tony starts, but stops himself before he says something he will regret greatly. He pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut to try and ground himself. There are people watching them now, he knows it, and it is just a question of time before a worker will ask them to leave. “Peter, get up now.” Tony says tiredly. “I’m not being mean, I’m just your Daddy and you need to listen to me and what I say. So, get up.”
“No, ‘cause you’re mean.” Peter sniffles, but despite his words, he unsteadily gets to his feet, still holding his cookies. He gives Tony a stubborn look. “Buy these for me now, Daddy.”
“No, we have cookies at home. You’re not getting those.” Tony says with a shake of his head. “Come on now, Daddy’s looking for us. Let’s not keep him waiting.” He adds with a slightly forced cheery voice, and offers his hand to Peter. But, it seems to be too late.
Peter lets out a wail of protest because ‘Daddy said no’ and plops back down.
“Nooooo! Go ‘way!” Peter buries his face his arms, wrapping them tightly around his knees so that he can resist the temptation to ask Daddy to carry him. Because even though Daddy’s being mean right now, he still gives amazing hugs.
This is it. The boss fight. And Tony has lost.
For a few seconds, Tony zones out of his Daddy role, and lets his embarrassment and shameful incompetence soak up into his whole being. He can hear people whispering, and feeling sorry for the crying Little.
Then, he snaps out of it. The man crouches down again to his Little, and picks him up. Peter fights back at first, but it is only half-hearted, and soon he is in Tony’s arms securely. Without even questioning himself, Tony also picks up the pack of cookies.
“Daddyyyy…” Peter sobs, clinging to Tony and wrapping his arms around his neck. He can also hear and see people staring and talking to themselves now, and he does not like it. He can tell that Daddy does not like it either, judging by the expression on his face.
The boy feels his Daddy moving forward, carrying him securely, and it only feels like seconds have passed by the time he is handed over to a new pair of arms.
“Hey, there. What happened?” Stephen asks Peter softly, his voice cooing and concerned. He noses at the boy’s temple, then kisses it before looking at Tony. When Peter does not answer right away, Tony does instead.
“Defeat is what happened.” The man says, and puts the pack of cookies in the cart.
“No!” Peter kicks angrily, catching Stephen’s thigh and making him wince. He makes a pitiful noise of complaint and upset when Tony takes him back into his arms and sits him securely in the cart.
Peter hates sitting in the cart. It is boring, and he does not get to touch pretty things in the store anymore, and he does not like it. To make matters worse, this is only their second store, and he knows they have to go to other places. And now that he has been relegated to cart-sitter here, he is going to be in the same position in all the other stores.
Peter hates sitting in the cart. Then, the boy spots the cookies in the cart in front of him, and he reaches out to hold it. He turns around to face his Daddy, giving him a pitiful, half-hopeful look.
“Cookies, Daddy?” He sniffles.
“Yes, you got the cookies, bud.” Tony confirms, but does not add more to it. He is trying to focus on his shopping list again, but then Peter speaks up again.
“Cookies now?”
“No, Peter. We haven’t paid for them yet. We have to wait- okay.”
It is too late now, again. Peter has ripped open the packaging, and he is shoving a cookie into his mouth with a fierce look. Stephen also butts in with his disapproval.
“Peter, bud, that’s not allowed. We can’t open the things we haven’t paid for yet.”
“But-“ Peter blinks, looking genuinely confused, and sets down the package to pout instead. He munches on the cookie he took, but it does not taste as good as it usually does. His Daddies are not being nice at all. First Tony, and now Stephen, too! Sulking, Peter rests his head on the side of the cart, waiting for shopping to finish. He has a feeling that his Daddies are not happy with him, and he does not like when they are grumpy.
Even if Peter is still in a mood, Stephen and Tony would much rather have him sulking in the cart than running around angrily. The rest of the shopping trip goes by quietly, and awkwardly. Stephen and Tony try to include Peter where they can, but the boy does not want to talk. On their last stop, the Daddies are feeling quite guilty.
“Peter, baby. Are you still mad at Daddies?” Stephen tries gently while they walk across the parking lot to their car.
Peter refuses to reply, just stomping along next to his Daddies, glaring at the ground. Before they can enter their last store, Peter catches sight of... a Moomin drink.Normally, Peter would beg his Daddies to take him there, except he remembers that he still has to be mad, and it feels ick to ‘give in’ and ask them to get a drink. Still, he cannot help but stare at the purple and pink drink wistfully.
After loading the last bags into the trunk of the car, Tony brushes his hand off and sighs.
“So, home next?” Tony asks Stephen, but the man is watching Peter. “Babe?”
“I think he wants something from there.” Stephen whispers to his partner, and points to the coffee shop just across the street.
It looks just like any coffee shop, but by the door, there is a large chalk board with a friendly looking commercial of their latest drink. It is a Moomin bubble tea with raspberry, and Peter is watching it intently.
The Daddies exchange a look. Then, Stephen heads to Peter.
“Baby?” Stephen asks, walking up to Peter and crouching down next to him. That way they are more at level with one another. “Do you want that drink?”
Peter worries at his bottom lip with his teeth. He is still supposed to be mad at his Daddies, and asking them for a drink ruins all of his efforts!
But... the pink Moomin drink.
Eventually, he settles for a nod.
“Yeah? You want it?”
Peter nods again, so Stephen offers his hand to Peter.
“Lets go then, sweets.”
A few minutes later, Stephen and Peter join Tony who is waiting in the car. The boy looks as pleased as ever, sipping on a bright purple drink with a decorated straw. The drink looks like a sugar bomb, and that is exactly why Peter looks so pleased. When Stephen hops into the passenger seat, he shoots Tony a look.
“Maybe we should get Steve and Bucky to babysit him next time.”
“Definitely.” Tony chuckles, and starts the car.
#my prompts#my fics#cutie jae#little!peter#daddy!stephen#daddy!tony#starker#starkerstrange#ironstrange#spiderstrange#tony stark x peter parker#tony stark x stephen strange#peter parker x stephen strange#peter parker#tony stark#stephen strange
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Hi! I saw you were open for prompts/asks and stuff, and I was wondering if I could ask for more of your Coruscant Guard au? I absolutely love your writing and that au is just fantastic.
Thanks for the ask, I'm happy to write more, and glad you're enjoying.
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Despite the advice to rest, the next morning Fox was up in full armour and ready to go. There were things to do and he was going to make sure they got done.
First rule of the Guard, vode protect each other. He wasn’t going to stop now. Not when there was so much to do, not when Palpatine was still a threat. The chips were gone, but they hadn’t been the only way that monster had been in their minds, like oil through cracks seeping in and staining. It was one of the things they only spoke of at night, in the pitch black with the lights off, and often when Hound, their youngest, was fast asleep. They’d always hoped Hound’s never bringing it up and tendency to be far away from the main Senate building would be enough to keep him safe…
With that looming threat in mind, he spared one last look at Hound’ika, still unwaking, almost peaceful in his rest, the rest he hadn’t been allowed in years, and then at Thire, who’d swapped out with Pup at some point while he’d been sleeping. Thire smiled, and turned back to their vod’ika, petting Grizzer curled on Hounds feet.
Hound would be ok, he’d wake up and he’d be fine. It just might take some time.
He stepped out of the Healing Halls, and couldn’t help but start for a second. He’d never been in the Jedi Temple before, but it was beautiful. This was an entrance hall to a medical wing, and yet the walls had columns and intricate carvings and paintings. Like the art and architecture in Lintel’s book.
"Commander Fox?"
It was one of Cody's boys, though he had no idea which.
"Are you alright, vod'ika?"
"Uh... Yes sir, I'm fine. I... I just wasn't expecting to see you so soon."
"See me?"
"The commander asked me to wait, said you'd try to escape and that when you did I should take you too him. Sir."
He almost laughed, Cody had given up trying to keep him in bed and was asking for him so he could keep an eye on him, and they called Fox sly.
He stared in more wonder than was professional as the vod who finally introduced himself as Wooley led him through the Temple to the Council antechamber, where Cody was pacing. Wooley made a quiet retreat, and Cody broke his paces to stride forwards, stopping half a step short of hugging him, and placing a hand on his shoulder. There was something in his eye that almost made Fox shy back. Cody didn't know where they stood, Fox hated that he wasn't sure either.
"Fox, are you sure you should be up and working, you can take more time."
“Vod the Guard hasn’t had a seconds rest in three years, we can go a little longer. The galaxy won’t end. I'm going to protect my brothers, all of them, no matter the cost.”
Cody looked almost grieved at that, and he was almost glad one of the Generals made their entrance, breaking the moment. He wasn't ready for that conversation, not that this one was likely to be much easier. Ponds stuck to his General’s side, and for a second looked like he was going to say something, before looking away.
Vode an, ha, he wouldn't even look Fox in the eyes.
"Commander Fox, we're glad to see you awake."
"Thank you, General."
"The war is over, commander, and we're going to do everything we can to keep it that way, so you don't have to call me General."
"...understood Gen... Master Windu."
"We would also like to thank you and your vode in the Guard for the service you've done for the Galaxy. And apologise, that we did not realise the true threat Palpatine presented, to the galaxy and to you."
"Sir," he paused, almost looking to his brothers for strength, then steeling his shoulders, "you could not have known. He was a Sith of a line who specialised in hiding from the Jedi, he bragged about it Sir, how could a Jedi have found him. We only did because he did not think we were capable of... anything damaging... because he didn't really care to hide it. Not from us."
"That does not change that you and your brothers were manipulated and abused, and that it should not have happened. If not Palpatine, the other Senators."
"The ones who treat you the same way, Sir, who don't see you as any more sentient than us, who saw you as tools for their use, the same as us. They drafted you, something you could not refuse. If you had, you’d have been imprisoned and then vanished by his hand. It was a trap for your people, one designed perfectly to work without your knowing. Sir, none of us blame you. We may not trust you yet, and some of my vode will likely fear you, but we cannot blame you."
"I understand, and I hope with time, we can rectify these oversights. It is not the Jedi way to be feared, nor to ignore suffering. We have failed you, and while that may not have been our intention, we will make up for our oversights."
"Thank you, sir. And thank you, all, for protecting my vode in the wider GAR as best you could. We are grateful they had people who valued their lives watching their backs."
"Your vode mean a lot to us, it was our honour to fight with them."
"Sir," deep breath Fox, you can do this, "Palpatine is still a threat, I would like to offer my assistance."
"Your offer is appreciated, Commander, but the situation is hardly safe, and Palpaine has done enough to you and your vode in the Guard already."
"General Windu, you need proof, because for some Hound's work was not enough. I know that bastard’s files better than anyone, the things I've seen, I want to help. I want to make sure none of them can ever go anywhere near my vode again, and especially not him. Not near our bodies or our minds."
Even focused on Windu, he could feel Ponds and Cody flinching away from what he was saying, away from the truth. It didn't matter, he had to focus on what was important. He could deal with his vode's guilt later, right now he had siblings to save.
Rule one of the Guard, vode protect each other.
Palpatine wouldn't be a threat for long, not if there was anything he could do.
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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. This AU is fun to write and play with.
I'm always open for asks and headcanons and whatnot, dark and sad or lighthearted and silly.
:-)
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#my corrie guard au#well an au of my corrie guard au#ask response#commander fox#Corrie guard#coruscant guard#protect the coruscant guard#commander cody#clone trooper wooley#sergeant hound#oc clone pup#commander thire#commander ponds#mace windu#Palpatine
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