okay but wait @bumblepony u GENIUS. you gave me an idea:
mariatommy step up au
in which pro-dancer maria miller is in desperate need of a waltz partner for the american dance championships. to her rescue comes tommy miller, the younger and more troublesome and secretly phenomenal swinging-dancing brother of famous ex swing-dancer, joel miller
guess what i did 😋 i made it long
so we start with pro-dancer maria miller as she wins as many dance titles as she possibly can, trying to prove to her mother that quitting law school for dance was worth it. she’s already been taking home a fuck ton of titles as a ballet and lyrical soloist, but lately she’s been interested in smooth forms of ballroom, like the waltz and tango
a good friend of hers, frank, has been her partner for three months, and they’ve been unbeatable so far. literally every competition she they shows up at, other dancers will groan and rolls their eyes like “aw come on bro this is unFAIR” because they already know who first place is going to: maria motherfucking miller. every goddamn time
then, four titles in and two months away from their biggest competition, frank tragically breaks an ankle doing some stupid gardening shit with bill. and it is exactly that: a tragedy. he’s maria miller’s partner, and now he can no longer be that. he might as well be a dead man
frank makes bill tell maria, both because it was his idea to have sex do work in the garden and because he’s too scared to. when he does, she cusses him out so bad that, for once in his life, he has no grumpy smartass response. maria is fucking pissed—because that entire competition, that title, that trophy is supposed to be fucking hers. they already have the perfect choreography, the perfect costumes, the perfect music, the perfect everything. she’s already made space on her awards wall for the crown, the sash, and three-their trophy. this is a batrayal, frank. how could he do this to her????? how could he?????
but maria miller does not dwell on problems: she fixes them. she has replace bill or withdraw from the competition—which she has never done in her entire life. withdrawing, like losing, is not an option. she needs another partner, and she needs one fast
of course homegirl tess would come through—her best friend, retired fellow dancer, and one of the most reputable talent managers in the region. maria calls tess hoping to get in touch with her ex-partner, joel miller, because she wants only the best. he’s known and respected in the dance world as an amazing swing dancer and phenomenal lead in partner-work—much to her chargrin, unfortunately, he’s not dancing anymore. he’s apparently too busy with a new baby, which—great, beautiful, kids are great—does not help her. maria needs someone available, someone good, and someone now
enter tommy miller 🤠 who maria is at first not even willing to consider, because he’s never danced competitively in his entire fucking life (“are you fucking with me, tess? are you trying to fuck with me? i thought we were past the point of fucking with eachother. i though we were friends.” she says, when tess tells her. she gets an eye-roll in response)
to his credit, tess tells her, he’s been dancing alongside his joel all his life. he’s watched him and learned from him and is apparently just as good—he’s even danced with tess, and he impressed her. this impressed maria. when she asks tess why he hasn’t done anything officially to actually prove himself, tess says he’s “not the competitive type,” which is a major turn-off. maria is more than the competitive type—she’s the competition entirely.
still, tess convinces her to give him a chance. they basically meets blind-date style because tess is just like “dude just trust me trust me TRUST ME. meet him at our studio on saturday and freestyle with him. one song. then tell me what you think”
so maria goes, and she waits. she’s dutifully ten minutes early, as she is to every rehearsal. what would be five minutes before their meet time, she hears the studio doors open behind her and lets herself be only a little pleased that he is early. then she turns around to him—and boy, is she very much so pleased
tommy is broad-shouldered and well-dressed and tall, but not too tall, and well-groomed for a man—especially with one with so much hair. my god, just this man have a beautiful head of hair. as admires him, she also appreciates that (aside from his audaciously hot suede fur-lined jacket and cowboy boots, lord help her), he look’s ready to dance: black loose muscle tank, black breathable joggers, and black sneakers held in his left hand. in his right hand, to her suprise, is a single red rose.
is he fucking with me? she immediately thinks. a rose. a fucking rose?
“what’s that for?”
“uh, the rose? it’s—,” he hesitates, clearly thrown off guard. somehow, with only three measly words, maria notices that his voice is nice and low and gravely and— “it’s for you, ma’am. you’re maria, right?” —southern and sexy and distracting. his voice is far too distracting. it will present problems for her.
“right. i’m maria,” she repeats, mostly to remind herself who she fucking is—maria fucking miller. maria miller, who does not get distracted by tall sexy cowboys at dance rehearsals. “you’re tommy?”
“yes, ma’am.” he has to stop. he has to stop with the ma’am thing. it’s another distractor.
no distractions. she’s at a rehearsal, albiet an unofficial trial one. it is still a rehearsal—one for a competition that she will win.
maria straightens her shoulders, gets her head on straight, and steels her voice to say coldly: “well, tommy, i don’t like flowers. i like trophies. you think you can get me one of those?”
at that, tommy smiles as bright as the sun, white and pearly and perfect. distraction number three. she’s fucked. “i reckon i can,” he says, amused and sure.
“then prove it,” she responds, voice still steely. “let’s dance.”
and they do
for @bumblepony for your amazing writing as always and @marceltheshellwithflipflopson for your loveliness and inspiration and @clickergossip wifey and @ameerawrites miss u baby and @liveandletcry23 MISS U CAT and @hypnotisedfireflies because the work youve been doing with IO????? INCREDIBLE????? its been making me want to get back to writing so bad
all my mariatommy truthers love u guys kiss kiss kiss
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I just saw the prompt "shhhh, you're getting loud" and now I can't decide if it's funner if it's aleksi/olli being dumbasses forgetting that a curtain on a bus is not a wall or door, or aleks/joonas/joel (or any other combination of friends) playing mario kart in a hotel room and emotions rising high over blue shells and banana peels 😂
Both? Both is good.
It's Aleksi/Olli, but the others are included in a platonic way. It's short but I tried to keep it funny.
Olli continued to giggle even as Aleksi kissed down his stomach, expecting another reaction from his boyfriend than him fucking giggling at him.
In response Aleksi lightly bit into the soft part of Olli’s belly, finally getting what he wanted - a surprised moan. Smiling he kissed over the spot, glad to have Olli’s attention on him now. But he should’ve known that it wouldn’t stay at one small moan, already after their first time did he find out that Olli wasn’t a particularly silent lover.
While it was a confidence boost every other time, Aleksi was now worried about gaining attraction from the outside.
“Shhh you’re getting loud.” Aleksi urged Olli to be more cautious but continued to slide his hand into Olli’s underwear. Not the right move to shut Olli up.
Startled his hand pulled back from its destination when the curtain to his bunk bed was pulled back with force, so much so that he was afraid for the hooks that omitted a cringing sound.
Tommi’s face appeared in Aleksi’s vision, the light behind him blinding him so that he had to squint.
“We’re on a bus. I can hear you.”
With those few words he disappeared again but left the curtain open, a clear warning to not carry on with their activity. The bulge in Olli’s underwear was inviting, but Aleksi didn’t dare to make Tommi angry by filling the small space with his boyfriend’s sounds as much as he wanted to. But the bear had spoken.
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A nice warm shower was all Tommi had needed after the concert. While he wasn’t running and jumping around, playing his drums has left him sweaty enough to leave an imprint on Joel’s shirt after a quick congratulation hug.
But now the water was washing it all away, softening his muscles, and keeping him in a good mood. He caught himself almost humming a song as he switched off the water and grabbed for a towel, even big enough so he could wrap himself in it.
The content smile on his face fell away quickly as he noticed noises coming from the hotel room through the closed door. When he left for a shower Aleksi had been alone in the room. But he wouldn’t dare-
“You will feel so dirty after I’m done with you, you will need a cold shower to feel like yourself again.” He unmistakably heard Aleksi’s words, the implication of him saying that to Tommi’s pure childhood friend turning his brain upside down. He didn’t want to hear any of that.
And he couldn’t believe that Aleksi had invited Olli over for a quicky while Tommi was enjoying a hot shower. It was time for a real lecture.
The door was open in no second and Tommi built himself up in the door frame, trying to look as threatening as he could with only a towel around his hips and water dripping from his hair.
“Aleksi!” He yelled. “Keep your hands- ”
Three pairs of eyes looked at him astonished, none of which belonged to Olli. Aleksi, Joel, and Joonas were sitting on one of the beds, each with a controller in a hand and Mario Kart running on the TV. The music kept running while they all stared at each other.
Tommi has clearly been mistaken, and the situation wasn’t as dirty as he had it believed to be.
“Well. Carry on.” He said and turned to get back to the best spa treatment he would get for a while. He really needed a break; he thought as he closed the door.
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