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SHAMELESS CREATORS NETWORK APRIL THEME: TWO BY TWO
ian x mickey + two step - dave matthews band
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iamlisteningto · 2 months
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Erika de Casier’s Still
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asoftershipwrecked · 8 months
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happy birthday, sean!
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Two Step - Aren't Exactly Prince Charming - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author Notes: I watched so many how-to-videos for the two step dance, but this fic doesn't actually have any one video or performance that it was inspired by. That said, I have learned the two step is actually quite the charming little dance and if you've never heard of it I do recommend that you look it up. I listened to "Why Don't We Just Dance" by Josh Turner while writing this fic. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.
Type: Dance AU/ female reader/ fluff/ flirtation/can be platonic or romantic
Word Count: 1370
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I stepped out of the dressing room, glancing over towards Crewel, who, after giving me a once over, gave me an approving head bob. 
I didn’t receive any compliments on how I wore the dress he designed, though. Instead, I was met with his own personal prayer regarding Ace’s development as a dancer, “Let’s pray he actually passes this one.”
I smiled slightly at his long, suffering sigh before reassuring him, “Oh, come on. It’s a two-step. Surely he won’t start jirating or dancing like he’s at a club this time.” 
My teacher rolled his eyes before looking down at his clipboard and shooing me off to the dance floor, where my less-than-pleased partner awaited. I didn’t miss the final jab the instructor tossed in Ace’s direction, too quietly for the redhead to hear but loud enough to make me smile, “At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised by anything.”
Rather than clue my friend in to our instructor’s commentary, I merely greeted Ace with that poorly concealed amusement. But, in my own defense, it was hard not to laugh at him with his crossed arms and petulant frown that told me exactly what he thought of his hat and boots before he ever opened his mouth, “Cowboy get-up…. Was this really necessary?”
I grinned at him, snickering slightly at his petulant frown before lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug, “I thought you could make anything look good?”
His eyes met mine, a faint glimmer appearing in them at my teasing, “Sure I can, but the hat and boots are a bit much.”
I laughed aloud at his half-joking, half-serious, sullen words that did nothing to hide the sparkle in his eyes. I reached up, tapping the brim of his hat playfully before responding, “Well, it does fit the vaguely country dance, doesn’t it?”
He let out a very fake laugh with an annoyed smile, “Mhm. Very. I’m beginning to think these dance classes are just so Crewel gets to play dress-up with the students.”
I snorted, casually slipping into our starting pose, my hand in his while the other rested lightly on his shoulder, “You’re just salty because you keep failing.”
He shot me a dirty look, but before he could retort, Riddle’s serious voice rose from the crowd, “Remember what we talked about Ace.”
The red-haired housewarden in the crowd was staring directly at the two of us, a pointed look on his face, and I watched as my partner lost his previous bluster, “That bad, huh?”
 Red eyes met mine, and Ace pulled a wavering, very nervous smile before attempting to shrug off Riddle’s pointed warning with Ace’s usual airiness, “Well, we are talking about the teapot tyrant.”
 I smiled reassuringly at the young man since I figured I knew exactly what the Heartslabyul housewarden had been talking about.
Riddle had probably threatened Ace with having to do some sort of unpleasant job or something should he fail this dance class like he had the past ones.
But, to be fair, I was beginning to think almost everyone’s patience with the boy was waning. He had failed at least three classes already, after all.
My personal feelings about  Ace’s success, or lack thereof, were a little more muddled. In a small way, I almost felt bad for the boy. But, in another way, I was equally desperate for him to finally pass a class since I’d been the victim of his dancing several times myself.
It wasn’t that Ace wasn’t exactly a bad dancer, per se. In fact, his sense of rhythm was wonderful, and he let loose enough to actually get with the general feelings of dancing. But Ace enjoyed himself a bit too much and often lost track of himself.  He would stop following the rules of the dance and instead go to doing whatever he liked in a sort of freestyle performance.
Despite all of that though, I found myself attempting to reassure my friend, “Hey, don’t worry. The two-step’s easy. Quick, quick, slow, slow.” 
He snorted as I listed the incredibly simple tempo, but, despite himself, I could see him visibly relax at my words.
I grinned slightly, giving his hand a slight squeeze and receiving a pointed glance, our eyes meeting briefly. It wasn’t long, though, before his gaze darted away from mine once more as a grin spread across his face, making me wonder exactly what he was thinking.
 I didn’t ponder what was going on in Ace’s head long though, since I could see Sam walking over to the radio. Giving  me a thumbs up just before he hit play. 
I leaned forward, offering one last shred of advice to my long-time companion, “Just remember to have fun with it. It’s just you and me dancing in Ramshackle. No one watching, and no grades.”
“Sure, if that were the case, I can guarantee we wouldn’t be dancing two-step, and I wouldn’t be in this get-up.” There was a mischievous glimmer to his eyes, but as the guitar set the pace and music flowed into the room, he began to steadily maneuver me backwards.
 Watching us now, I doubted anyone would believe that Ace’s usual mode of dancing was that of a stripper whose rent was due tomorrow. But then, a two-step was about as far from that as one could get. And he was concentrating—that much I could tell from the slight frown on his face.
When his eyes finally met mine, he made a face, no doubt restraining himself from doing anything too childish, lest it ruin his grade. 
Whatever threat Riddle had over him, it must be bad if Ace was holding himself back this much.
We pivoted across the floor, me twirling whenever Ace guided me to do so with a slight push of his hand on my upper back. 
The longer we danced, the more he relaxed until we had a slight sway to our upper bodies that paired well with the music. Looking at the slow grin starting to spread on his face, something told me Ace was steadily forgetting about both the exam and Riddle’s threat.
His gaze now held mine, his eyes sparkling as his grin managed to spread just a little more, “Hey, don’t go getting all dreamy-eyed on me.”
I snorted immediately at his teasing, letting him twist me so that my back was now to his chest and we were both headed the same direction, “As if, you aren’t exactly prince charming, Ace.”
He smoothly twisted me back around, amused as ever, when he responded, “From what I’ve seen, princes aren’t usually charming. I mean, look at Leona.”
I barely stifled a giggle but shook my head slightly at his antics. Somehow managing to keep from glancing towards the no doubt bored prince who was being forced to watch every performance along with the rest of the student body.
All too soon, we pivoted to a stop, and he twirled me out so that we were both facing our judges, namely the staff. 
We were both grinning, partially due to his sarcastic comments and partially due to our dance. Because despite the simplicity of the motions when compared to other dances, there was something enjoyable about the two-step. It made plenty of room for the spiteful remarks Ace so loved to make under his breath so that only I could hear them.
Even Crewel was grinning, likely because he realized he had at long last escaped attempting to teach Ace to dance in any more styles. Ace had finally passed, though admittedly not with full marks.
I turned to go and change into whatever new outfit Crewel had laid out for me to wear for the next dance, only to be stopped by Ace’s hand curling loosely around my wrist.
I looked back to see him grinning at me, eyes sparkling like rubies under the bright lights overhead, as he looked at me with a pride that came from his success, “We’ll have to dance again later. Just the two of us. At Ramshackle.”
Ever the teasing flirt, his grin turned slightly mischievous, and he winked as he let go of my wrist, “Though maybe not the two-step next time…..”
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iamlisteningto · 2 months
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goatpaste · 11 months
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wait I just saw the pride month ask thing is back up uhh *RIPS DOOR OFF HINGES* TWO STEPS? CAN WE GET SOME TWO STEP FOR PRIDE? PERHAPS MORE OF THIS BOTTICELI AS WELL?
YAY them!!
Nonbiney lesbian assassin and the supportive ally older brother to a lesbian younger sister and son to some fucked up gender beast <3
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almostarts · 2 years
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Leon Ransmeier "Two Step" lounge chair, 2018,
Aluminum,
29 3/8 x 71 1/2 x 22 in. (74.6 x 181.6 x 55.9 cm)
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laneynoir · 1 year
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Going to a fancy smansy dance with my best friend... I feel over dressed and am two seconds from a delightful lil panic attack.
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givesnoflocks · 2 years
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Nellis + Two Step by @disruptedoriginal
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