duff mckagen x ballet!reader
(pretend there's bullet points)
you tell him on the first date because it's your job; why wouldn't you.
he thinks it's so cool."how do you turn so much and not get sick?"
you can't keep a straight face when he asked stupid questions, but you tell him anyways. "you like, how do i fucking explain this, focus on a dot and keep looking at it?" *laughing ensues*
there's a fundraiser event where people pay to watch the professional dancers take class and rehearse. duff buys the premium ticket to watch.
"you're gonna get bored,"
"if i get bored i'll just look at you!"
"ok, but don't fuck anything up haha"
he is sitting in the front row of the blackbox (you took class and rehearsed onstage that day)
*points at TheraBand and roller* "what's THAT for?!"
"to warm up your feet, dummy"
"so? why do feet need to be warm? just put on socks"
he was terrified during grand battements, cause he knew that would be his fate should he ever piss you off.
turns still confused him, especially with pointe shoes.
he clapped for literally the dumbest reasons, which made you a little annoyed until you saw the other people clapping at the same times.
you would do a double pirouette and he would be ecstatic.
he was nearly floored during jumps.
he only got a little jealous during you pas de deux rehearsals.
"yeah but why is he touching you on your literal ass?"
"ok one, it's my lower back, and two, it's so i don't fall"
thinks he can partner just as well.
"i could probably do that"
on a random off day, you snuck into a studio with the plan to teach duff a little ballet.
"ok you have to start with the basic positions"
"oh, i already know THOSE!"
"duff!"
he wasn't bad, to your surprise.
he knew how to hold his posture, and he even had decent natural turnout.
you tried to show him turns, and he really tried his best, but he was too scared of falling.
"look, duff, everyone who tried turns for the first time is SUPER afraid. just try not to land on your ankles."
"babe, i love you, but how would one even land on their ankles, let alone not do that."
you got him to do a double, even though he wound his arms up while trying to go super fast.
he could barely move by jumps, so you let him skip to the big jumps.
"how do you not get tired?"
"oh babe, i'm always tired"
he could barely wrap his head around an assemblé, but the look on his face when he thought he got it was priceless.
"did i do it?! was that right?!"
"it was right enough"
when you finally got home, he collapsed into a sweaty, exhausted puddle.
"y/n, you must be super good if you can get through a full day of that"
"wish the director thought the same"
"but didn't you get the lead in that one ballet? the one with the jazzy shit"
"yeah it's Who Cares, i wear the pink dress"
"you don't care? i thought it was important!"
"sweetie, that's the name of the ballet"
"i thought ballet was the name of ballet"
"i can't tell if you're joking but i'm almost certain you're being serious"
