#seriously fuck studio clown

[ovrarches]

random scene from @duelamort and i’s ballet au 😔🙌

“One, two, three, four, one, two—point those feet—and one, two— stop! Hamilton, what the fuck is that.”

“What’s what?” Hamilton spits out, chest heaving with exertion after hours of the same fucking steps again and again, listening to Jefferson’s cane tapping in time like the world’s most annoying metronome. Sweat trickles down his back and collects in a terribly uncomfortable wet spot right above his ass. His tights are damp, clinging to his legs and chafing him in ways he didn’t think was possible.

“The whatever that was, you barely straightened out your arms for the brisé. And the plié you landed in was nothing short of awful, I’ve seen kindergarteners do better.”

The real problem, he thinks, is because he’s not Jefferson himself, or even Laurens, Jefferson’s usual understudy and who should be the one in this very studio right now. But instead, it’s Hamilton, a student of one of the shittiest, most underfunded studios on the east coast, hired because the director took pity and needed someone to fill out the ensemble.

No one knew why Washington had suddenly chosen to promote him and while Hamilton is confident he could outdance more than half of these rail thin motherfucksticks, this wasn’t how things usually went for people like him. Hell, he hadn’t started seriously pursuing ballet until he was 19 after a lifetime of mostly contemporary, hip hop, and some years where he didn’t have the funds and didn’t dance at all— and still, he was here, about to star in Romeo and Juliet for a major company. That is, if he ever passed Jefferson’s impossible standards.

The real problem is letting principals train their own replacements. They can never seem to let go of their role.

Jefferson has moved on from criticising his wobbly chaînés turns and offbeat jumps, to expressing his personal distaste for Hamilton’s choice in leg warmers and how it’s somehow responsible for him dancing like there’s a clown standing next to him, blowing bubbles, and he (presumably also a clown) can’t move too strongly lest he pop them.

Hamilton frowned. “No ‘cuz hold on a sec. I’ve done this number before,” as a contemporary performance but Jefferson doesn’t need to know that, “and it calls for soft, languid movements. Romeo is young and in love. The character needs to show through.”

“It’s delicate, yes, but technique should never be sacrificed for character.”

“My technique is good.”

“It’s fine. But it’s too… too subtle. Your dancing should take a lesson from your mouth; it needs to be noticed from the back of the house, every kick and flair. Clean, bold, but still light. You need to do it like—” Jefferson massages his temples and sighs, his pin straight posture slackening almost imperceptibly. “Anyhow, it doesn’t excuse the squat you call a plié.”

He hobbles over and drags Hamilton back to the barre, makes Hamilton prop his leg up on the second rail and positions himself behind him, pressing a hand on his thigh. “You’re bending forward with your hip, not out. Tuck in the pelvis—yes, good, looks like you can follow instructions—now let’s go lower, keep that fucking leg to the side, Hamilton.”

They go through a few repetitions, with Jefferson pulling Hamilton’s thigh further back every time. It hurts, feels like his tendons are fraying, his bones breaking apart, but Jefferson is unyielding. By the fifth round, the pain is replaced with a comfortable burn and Hamilton finds himself leaning into the stretch, memorising how it feels so he can replicate it in his moves. Jefferson’s hand is near his groin, resting rather than pulling now that Hamilton is in the right position.

His dick, the traitor, twitches.

No, he thinks, but every other part of his mind has zeroed in on the heat growing in his belly, Jefferson’s chest grazing his back with every inhale, and then Jefferson’s thumb rubs absentmindedly against his inner thigh and he has to bite his cheek before a moan escapes. God, he’s rock fucking hard; dick straining against the white fabric of his tights. Maybe it’s not that noticeable—?

“Excited, are we?”

“Keep it in your pants, Jefferson. Pure physical stimulation, s’all. Nothing to interpret into this.”

“You know, if this is what’s on your mind when you dance, I can see why Washington almost rejected your sloppy ass for the fucking ensemble. Perhaps, if you spent less time jerking off and crying in the locker rooms, you could be a real danseur noble.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Jefferson forces his leg to move back an inch and tears blur Hamilton’s vision as he trembles, trying to keep himself standing, all thoughts replaced with pain pain pain. Well, that’s one way to get rid of an unfortunately timed erection.

There’s black edging along his vision when Jefferson finally releases him, watches him with disdain as Hamilton stumbles away, cursing and clutching his hip.

“Motherfucker! Are you trying to disable me?” He blinks, then glances over at the other man with a mean smirk. “Oh, right. Sorry.”

Jefferson’s cane comes down lighting fast behind his knees, sweeping him off his feet and into a groaning heap on the shiny waxed floor.

“Again from the top.”

#ballet au #blah blah blah they fall in love #Hamilton

[rayshippouuchiha]

Ray, light of my days, i have cometh to you with my unwanted opinion on Boruto. It's long and has pictures, so I think it's a proper presentation when you ignore the fact I'm very bad at those. So, the plot is shit, we all know that at this point but let's ignore that for a hot sec pls

Look, Studio Pierrot does what it wants (I'm not happy about it, I'm pretty sure none of us ever were)

But Mikio Ikemoto would be bitchless and maidennless at the highest caliber if it wasn't a known fact that Japan has a big fucking problem with both pedophilia and taking sexual harassment seriously

I mean look at this shit!

So in conclusion I'll stop clowning this suspiciously pedophile acting motherfucker the moment he stops lewding prepubescent little girls in his internationally followed *cough*clowned*chough* manga series while both highlightling the fact that the little girls he's lewding are drawn well before puberty hits and therefore look like children with their very fucking intentional round faces and chubby cheeks and ignoring the grown ass women who are both fair game and already had a thirsty audience and making them look like children too

I pray every single day that Boruto somehow gets revealed as a Madara-induced dream state

#RayRambles #Naruto

[thevampsworld96]

Overthinking

Hel lo everyone, how are you all? Hope you are all well. Here is someone short, which I hope you may tweak in the future, but this is what I have come up with. Not my. Best work. I hope you enjoy it

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

The pair of you were in the shared bedroom. You was infrokt of the mirror where Brad was on the bed thinking what to wear.

You had plans tonight, so you were getting ready for a party thar you both have been invited to. You spent the whole stressing about what to wear, what kind and colour dress to wear, what makeup look you were going to do and lastly how would you do hair all these thoughts were rushing through your head.

At 7 p.m., you decided to finish work. You wanted to finish early, but you had a load to get done. You then reached a point where you needed to stop and start to get ready. You then went for a shower as your hair was a mess, so a wash was needed.

During the duration of the shower, you heard the front door opening, and you know who it was it was, of course, Brad, your boyfriend.

Once you were done with the shower, you greeted Brad he gave you a short kiss on your temple and then made his way to shower as he was busy running around in the studio.

Eventually, you decided what your makeup look you wanted to do. You're not a pro, but that didn't bother you. Your best was good enough. After a good 30 minutes, you finished doing your makeup, making sure that everyone was perfect, no smudging, and of course, you had to make sure that you were happy with it.

You wanted someone else's opinion, someone who is very close to you and gives an honest opinion when you really needed it.

"Hey love?"

You called out softy. Brad was on the other side of the room thinking what shirt to wear. He just came out of the shower and opened his wardrobe, and he was humming to himself until you grabbed his attention, and he turned towards you.

"Hmm yes sweetheart"

He replied back while drying his messy brown washed hair he then pushed his hair back.

"Does my makeup look alright? I don't want to look like a bloody clown"

You looked worried as you asked the question, thinking about the response you waited for anxiously.

"Yeah, actually, you look like a clown baby"

He says, he's words offended you as you took it seriously, but then he smiled.

"Are you serious? I have to do the whole thimg again oh for fuck sake"

You said to him while turning back to face your mirror once more.

"Oh baby, I'm only joking. Why are you taking it so seriously. You, my gorgeous sexy lady, are the beautiful lady I ever met, I honestly love everything about you, my love"

He says to you while hugging you from hebind, both of you staring at the mirror as he left short kisses on your sweet, soft cheeks.

"Do you really mean that, or are you joking again Brad"?

You asked, jokingly

"I mean it this time, you are the beautiful gorgeous the most sexy woman I ever met. I fall in love with you every single day, Y/N. I know im repeating myself, but I want you to know that you are my love"

He made you feel that you were beautiful. He never really told you these words, but tonight, he really wanted you to know how gorgeous you really were, and he made sure of that.

"I don't feel it at times. I don't like anything about myself, don't feel attractive. You're better off with someone who is more pretty than me"

You said to him, nearly crying. Tears started to roll down your face. You didn't want to look at your own reflection as it made you feel sick as you looked. He moved your hair out of your face and pulled you close towards his body, lips glued and bdh glued together. It was his eas of reminding you how much you loved you and how gorgeous you were in his eyes.

The kiss got deeper and deeper as your bodies were glued together. Hands glided down your back he then lifted you up from the chair that you were sitting on and then pinned you to the wall, the kissing getting deeper and deeper he made you feel so good.

"I love you," he whispered to you in between kisses and bites down your neck.

"Say it again but with more feeling" you demanded you needed to hear it again.

"I fucking love you, I need you, I want you more than anything and anyone oh baby I fucking need you"

He said to you. You moaned as the words that he spoke and the pleasure that he was giving you.

Eventually, you calmed down. You shouldn't be smiling as he made you feel so good you were now ready to leave. Brad couldn't stop staring at the backless black dress that you were wearing it drove him crazy as to how sexy you looked to him.

Brad wore a black tux, hair brushed to one side to you he always looked hot no matter what he wore. Once you arrived at the party, you both linked hands and started to mingle with everyone, and the night commenced...

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #the vamps imagine #bradley simpson #bradley simpson imagine #brad simpson x reader #the vamps #bradley will simpson

[juniperhillpatient]

Not really an ask @juniperhillpatient just wanted to say that I’m digging the new profile picture (scary Santa is best Santa), I loved the new Happenstance update. I can’t wait see what crazy ideas Azula and Katara have next in trying to get her back/make her crazy with jealousy (respectively). Love Azutara drama! And also fluff, but the latter needs to be earned! (By the characters themselves).

Also just wanted to save it’s a shame about the Scream VII news😢.

Hi! Thank you! That’s Art the Clown if you didn’t know - from the Terrifier series 🤡 Even though the Christmas Terrifier movie won’t be out til 2024 sadly 🎅

Thank you! I had SO much fun getting totally wacky & ridiculous & raunchy with the latest chapter 🥰 I also love Azula & Katara drama especially when it’s allowed to get really crazy & sexy 😘

I totally agree that fluff should be earned by the story & characters! 💖

I will say this - Azula & Katara definitely have some softer & fluffier moments coming up very soon between them 😉 I think that’s fair & fitting as you’ll hopefully soon see.

And I think that’ll be nice because the plot itself is about to derail into some seriously unhinged & depraved drama as this Ozai / Zhao / Liang plot comes to a head 🤭

Yeah it’s a real shame 😭 Fuck the studio but Melissa & Jenna are such queens 💜

#asks #answered #745voiceofthepeople

[persianflaw]

WIP Game! ✍ tagged by @thebreakfastgenie

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i cut out a few that are currently just in the notes stage for the sake of the length of this list, plus a lot that are out of date enough that i don't think they'll be very interesting to talk about. 13 and 14 are exceptions, as they're both still in the notes stage, but i think there's enough there to be interesting

between constellations and dreams ([redacted f/f pairing])

all on my tongue i want it (MASH, nsfw)

Hawnk hawnk (sad clown noises) (this feels self-explanatory)

welcome to korea (MASH)

hawkeye adopts a cat (MASH)

things escalate (MASH, nsfw)

tread the water, child / made my bed (now i'm gonna lie in it) (MASH, bummer)

fading summer skies / all things bright and beautiful (MASH, bummer)

HAPPY FIC. THIS FIC NEEDS TO BE ABOUT SOMETHING HAPPY. (MASH)

Hawk and Trapper tell each other 👀 stories 👀 (MASH, nsfw)

Ethiopian soldier gives Hawkeye a more detailed thank you (MASH)

Hawkeye turns to NSSI (non-suicidal self-injury) as a coping mechanism (MASH, bummer)

Hawk’s Nightmare, redux / choppers (MASH)

It’s time to get 👏 Hawk 👏 pregnant 👏! *studio audience goes wild* (MASH, nsfw)

growth (murderbot, shippy)

distractions (murderbot, shippy)

murderbot visits a school (murderbot)

sex pollen (- sex, + corny detective work) (babylon 5)

i am not going to tag 18 people to do this because i don't hate myself that much. uhh fuck these are all just off the top of my very sleepy head, if you see this and you want to do it, please do, and tag me! seriously!

@frogprincelucio @majorbaby @bbjkrss-blog @remyfire @skybound2 @boppinrobin @halfeatenmoon

#text post #tag games #writing tag

[oakydeer]

Dude ur vtuber is so fucking cool. Just watched the video and gonna scour the lore tag later

THANK YOU AUGHFJWK. That means a whole lot to me, seriously. There isn’t much here at the moment since I just started using Tumblr again, but I can give you a few of the facts that have been revealed during the streams so far.

🦷 Oaky lives inside an abandoned TV studio on the outskirts of a small midwestern town.

🦷 The station used to be called Midland County Broadcasting Network Studios, but he changed it to Meat Clown Broadcasting Network. Meat clowns are important.

🦷 He woke up in a broom closet in the basement years ago with no recollection of his past and no idea how or why he was in there.

🦷 He can’t go outside from fear that someone will hurt him for his monstrous appearance, so he started streaming games and stuff online to ease the loneliness.

#vtuber uprising #horror vtuber #vtubers on tumblr #vtuber lore #vtubersen #Oaky Lore #thank you SO SO SO MUCH AUGH

[lilicohirukoma]

Dead Meat Horror Awards liveblog cuz why not

- fuck yeah production budget, love the ghostface intro

- masters of scare-monies lmaooo

- fr the movies this year were sooo good and agreed horror needs more recognition

- i am fucking this cheeseburger UP Chef Slowik would be proud

- yay for the montage, i got lots of movie recs with it last year

- which also means nay for not naming the movies in the montage like they did last year

- but yeah hoping for at least one award for Black Phone, The Menu and Orphan (Nope and X too)

- MICK FOLEY FUCK YEAAAHHH

- damn he lost an ear????

- I don't understand a lot abt stunts so no strong opinions, shout out to all nominees

- admitting to a horror sin: I don't like Scream

- YESSSSS I GOT ONE RIGHTTT

- we are only on the second category and I finished my food 😔 shouldve listened to the guide and gotten some popcorn

- WHAT HAPPENS IN MEN? 😟

- again idk a lot abt digital effects so shout out to all the nominess

- shout out to all the nominees in general it's just that I have stronger opinions on other categories

- I want to watch Werewolf by Night now

- Yup Nope deserved it, didn't consider Gordy as a digital effect so makes sense in hindsight

- JASON AND TOM 💕

- Girl I hauled ass downstairs and back to put away my empty plate. My roommates probably thought I was getting chased by a demon

- I almost voted for X bc Dutch people were involved lol

- Understandable win, congrats Mad God

- YEESSSSSSS DEVON!!!!! CHUCKY NATION REPRESENT!!!!!!

- Are these awards only for movies? If no why no Chucky noms?

- Art the Clown-Bolton

- Is that Pete Davidson?

- Love The Menu but their kills were a bit meh

- But yeah Jeremy vs Star Lasso for me

- DAVE GROHL??? I need to watch Studio 666 now

- Deserved win

- THEY GOT MATTHEW LILLARD????

- Love me a crazy cult leader, wouldn't mind seeing Slowik win

- ESTHER PLS I WANT ESTHER TO WIN

- I voted for Pearl bc she is more likely to win (and would deserve the win) but god please Esther

- Grabber was slay too but not the best of the year imo

- Mia Goth's voice takes me out every time it's so unexpected

- Girl what........ what..... seriously?

- No shade to everyone involved w Art but... what the fuck really?

- Put me in the In Memoriam I'm pissed

- Didn't know some of these people died, for all: Rest in Peace/May their memory be a blessing

- LESLIE JORDAN I MISS YOU SO MUCH

- LANCE REDDING WAS PAPA LEGBA?? I'M SORRY I DIDNT KNOW

- when are we getting a podcast episode on AHS

- oh damn this category is getting tough already

- yeah I'm okay with anyone winning good job y'all

- oh damn we are already 45 minutes in

- congrats Rory

- Ok y'all can make it right give it to Mia

- Barbara Krampton ❤️

- Hearing the word Creepypasta in 2023 snatched my soul out of my body I need a moment

- Oooo I'm gonna have to watch Sissy

- I love Regina Hall so might have to watch Master too

- GET THIS CLOWN OFF MY SCREEN IM STILL MAD AT HIM

- Mia or Amber OR ELSE /j

- I love Keke tho!!

- YESSSS MIA YOURE A STAR

- I am SO curious to see what Jordan Peele is going to do next

- Hope it goes to Ti West tho

- Okay yeah Jordan deserves it too

- We already got this horror needs to be appreciated speech

- Idk of I like this long list of nominees, I find myself losing interest a lot and that is a disservice to the nominees

- Istg if it's Halloween Ends-

- Aren't all of these movies American? Why are they now suddenly mentioning nationalities?

- But yeah Orphan isn't going to win but I want it to

- Pearl's dad deserved better

- Chad's Revenge looks really fun I'm gonna have to watch this one too

- Not Scream Not Scream Not Scream

- ALL THESE MOVIES ARE AMERICAN STOP SAYING AMERICAN FILM

- Oh he did actually stop. My power 💅

- Pearl is just that girl!!

- Love Mike Flanagan 💜

- I hope the Black Phone wins, this movie had me in awe in the cinema

- THE DIRECTOR FOR BODIES IS DUTCH??? NEVERMIND BODIES BODIES BODIES SWEEP

- Yeah idk Fresh just doesn't interest me

- THE MENU FUCK YEAHHH

- Considering Nope won fan I hope it won't win

- DUTCH?? Alright I'll watch Speak No Evil

- Are you.... for real?? Way to end the ceremony on a low note

#deadmeathorrorawards

[avatarfandompolice]

Yeah sure bro. Official Nickelodeon/Paramount reps specifically want you alone to profit off posting a release date for a video game. Suuuuuure…

Can we stop giving this clown a platform for releasing information that is either already public knowledge or will be revealed soon anyway? I honestly couldn’t care less about getting info a few hours later if it means putting this scummy asshole out of a hobby.

Like seriously, dude has a fucking Patreon set up for releasing news as well as a discord. What the fuck even is the point? If you’re gonna release news to paying people, what is keeping them from telling it to other people? Am I going to pay $5/mo to hear who the catering team is for this week on set for the 2nd unit B-roll shots for the live action show? Who actually gives a shit enough to pay for this?

And monetarily supporting someone who withholds information so asinine just for a profit is scummy. @avatar-news is just a kid playing in their dad’s suit. They think they’re a legit news source and that they’re in leagues with the big boys at Nick/Netflix/Avatar Studios when they just have one inside source and a few thousand followers. I literally have a few thousand followers. Who gives a shit. I’m not asking for money.

#avatar news being dumb again #ATLA #LOK #stop giving this clown a platform #or money

[shinagawa-division]

Sumire’s Thoughts on Akihabara Division

Keiko Yumi

“Criss and Nikki introduced me to her and honestly, I was excited about meeting the person who created Red of the Ambitious, it’s one of my favorite manga series at the moment and Player One Studios is in charge of making the video game adaptation which I myself had greenlit the project. So when I finally did meet her…my disappointment was immeasurable and my day was ruined.” She deadpanned.

“How someone can be both boring and annoying is beyond me, not to mention that she’s also working for Chuuoku which is an automatic red flag and more than enough reason to dislike her, seriously, how are Nikki and Criss friends with her?! Honestly, they’re the only reason why I put up with her when all four of us hang out and even then, I can’t stand her. You know, you’d think having a porn star for a mom would make you a little more fun but I guess not…and another thing, I know I keep saying how some parents don’t deserve children and I still stand by that but…sometimes there are exceptions, sometimes children don’t deserve their parents and Keiko here is a clear example.” She glared at the photo of the mangaka.

Criss Hiromi

She grinned. “Criss, my fellow believer!” She raised her hand and separated her middle and ring finger, creating a space between the two fingers. “I’m a huge fan of her channel! I always have my notifications on whenever she posts a video and I’ve been in a few myself, those were always fun and we always have the time of our lives. My favorite video is when we went to the clown hotel with Janine and the others and well…shit had gotten out of hand pretty quick, you’re gonna have to watch the video to see.” She snickered.

“I met her in the woods, apparently she was looking for Bigfoot…er, well, the Japanese equivalent to Bigfoot but had gotten lost.” She shook her head with a laugh. “Thankfully I found her because she was real fucking close to finding Scorpion Den or rather…one of the traps we had set in place. So I lead her back to civilization and offered to show her an abandoned asylum that’s rumored to be haunted and well, we’ve been friends ever since, if Criss ever wants another collab for her channel then she knows how to contact me, I can never say no to discovering the unknown!”

Nikki Yoshie

She took one look at the photo and smirked. “1-Up herself, I’ve been tailing this girl for a while honestly, at first, I was impressed with her gaming prowess but later I found out that she’s pretty damn good inside a computer. So like 10 minutes of hacking later, I decided that she had the potential to be part of Scorpion Den so I gave her the invite and sure enough, she’s in the Den. While Nikki is a good programmer, she has the skills to be placed in the Second Unit, we usually have her help out with Player One Studios either as a beta tester or getting rid of bugs or getting rid of competition, same difference.” She shrugs, “But besides all that, Nikki is actually pretty fun to be around, she makes a great gaming buddy and even better ally in both in game and IRL.”

Otaku Corps

“How much you wanna bet that Criss was the one who came up with the name?” She snickered. “That aside, this team is one I wasn’t expecting but not complaining…well, there is one thing to complain about that’s Keiko but whatever, I’m surprised that Nikki and Criss are in the DRB but I’ll be lying if I said I wasn’t curious as to what their sound is like. I actually want to face these guys just for shits and giggles.”

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #sumire shinomiya #akihabara division #otaku corps #keiko yumi #criss hiromi #nikki yoshie

[mrawkweird]

Disney CEO explaining how animation is strictly for kids: “I always say that when [parents] put their kids to bed at night after watching [an animated film], they're probably not going to tune into another animated movie. They want something for them." Thoughts?

The "adults don't watch cartoons" narrative is a tale as old as time and a view shared by many other shortsighted individuals. Just look back to that comment at The Oscars. I fail to understand how one becomes the CEO of a studio that built its legacy on animation only to discredit that very thing providing them with the money to have the gumption to form such a narrow minded viewpoint but that seems to be the standard. A standard people have been way too comfortable with. Like, give the work of your studio some fucking credit.

The thing is, however, it's that state of mind that pretty much has Disney operating at the half-assed capacity it is now and are actively trying to make you go "You know what? Why would I, an adult, want to sit here and watch your bullshit?". It's a whole damn clown car that doesn't appear to be running out of gas anytime soon. Not saying it's all bad because every now and then you get something special and Pixar actually still takes their work seriously but 8 out of 10 times Disney's gonna stomp you in the nuts.

#Bob Chapek #Disney #Animation

[biglisbonnews]

BABYNYMPH Bites Back Harder With 'Ice' At the intersection of militant hyper-femininity and ironic, performative masculinity lies the warped world of BABYNYMPH. Drawing on the sounds of deconstructed club, slut pop, Ibiza summer hits and SoundCloud rap, the rising talent has been quickly making moves in the hyperpop sphere, collaborating with the likes of Chase Icon, Basside and famously garnering a remix from the late great SOPHIE for single "clown shit" — and she's just getting started.Related | SOPHIE Sends BAYLI and BABYNYMPH's 'clown shit' Up the WallNow, BABYNYMPH is back with the lead single "Ice" off her forthcoming debut EP Pornopop - Abhorrence​, and she's going right for the jugular. Featuring a screaming UK bass-inspired bassline and screaming vocals, the track sees BABYNYMPH unleashing her full fury on an adrenaline-pumping instrumental with frenzied threats to "fuck you with a knife" for a manic, sexually-charged atmosphere. It's a song that you'll want to rage and throw hands to every time it comes on in the club.The first release off of BABYNYMPH's own independent label KUNTHOUSE, the forthcoming EP is set to explore themes of dysphoria, fear, aggression and how sexual trauma can impact sexuality, reclaiming those experiences and turning them into something positive. Finding refuge in the catharsis of the club, BABYNYMPH injects a sense of fun into her music in a big fusion of genres that sees the artist delivering serve after serve.Ahead of the PAPER premiere of "Ice" we caught up with BABYNYMPH to talk about the single, her upcoming EP and what's next for the artist.What was the inspiration for “Ice?”The main inspiration behind “Ice” was to create an aggressive “don’t fuck with me” type of anthem after going through a very negative sexual experience. I wanted to channel beast energy, making a clear statement that I bite back and I bite harder. An “Arm the Dolls” theme song in a way.What was the writing process for “Ice” like?I came up with the lyrics spontaneously while just playing around in a studio in Berlin. I wrote the beat first. At the moment I have been dealing with a lot of anger and negative emotions related to a recent unfortunate event. So I just tried to experiment with my vocals, pushing them to the limit and going full-on rage mode. It was not necessarily meant to make it to the final cut, but I ended up loving it so much, I made the decision to fully dive into that cutthroat and unapologetically literal, aggressive manic direction. The recording process itself has been more of a fun little silly play-around moment. Basically, random fun ideas accidentally turned into a very fitting lyrical context, refreshing the BABYNYMPH sound. There was also something very appealing about sounding as masculine and hysterical as possible on that record. I can serve you a hyper-femme doll with a bro attitude. I can serve you dyke with the most bimbo attitude ever. All these social tribes and binary behaviors are being taken too seriously and come with way too many expectations for something that is just a construction of humanity practically not based on any logical factors. I’m over it. I’m all of that.What do you hope people take away from the track?Honestly just go the fuck off to it, it’s a banger (lol) and, of course, to not mess up with the dolls.How do you see “Ice” fitting into the overall EP?Even though the execution of the track is an upbeat, fun and stupid expression of aggression, It is following the overall theme of the EP — expressing my associations with the violent aspects of sexual acts, a reflection of my own ways of coping and losing trust, which leads to being in a constant self-defense mode, which sometimes can totally limit the amount of potential positive experiences because you instantly exclude the chance for a graceful interaction. I always like to add fun factors in everything though, you can get the meaning and relate, you might not understand shit and just vibe to the music in the clubs. Both are fine with me.For the uninitiated, how would you describe BABYNYMPH?"Cunt."What does the future hold for BABYNYMPH?The whole EP is going to be released next month via my own independent label “KUNTHOUSE”. I wanted to have full control of whatever I do creatively without any limits or potential censorship, as I believe that no art should be censored. I want to create a whole universe and an ecosystem around my concepts, ideas and vision. I am very collaborative by nature as well, so including my friends and exchanging ideas collectively to come up with something even more exciting just makes the most sense to me. This is how cultural progress is being done. Gatekeeping is giving insecurity to me.Photo courtesy of BABYNYMPH https://www.papermag.com/babynymph-ice-2659606776.html

#Ice #Music #Hyperpop #Uk bass #Arm the dolls #Premiere #Babynymph #Matt Moen #PAPER

[liesweliveby]

sometimes i think i’m over the disaster called the tokyo ghoul anime and then i reread and it’s like...no i’m really not

#like i honestly think i could've forgiven them for everything else #if they had just animated itori's monologue about the clowns #(that's a lie it would take a lot more than that #tokyo ghoul uta #tokyo ghoul itori #utaren #renji yomo #im working on an uta video and i am currently filled with ungodly amounts of rage #not only did they leave everything out #but the animation itself is just disgusting #it's just #*screams into the abyss* #fuck you studio clown #seriously fuck studio clown #pierrot #the clowns #yomouta #no i will never get over it

[wormbussy]

Honestly as much as I'm happy the twitter stans got served after the negative coke test, Barbara does not deserve a fraction of this bullshit falling on her and tainting her 2nd place.

In interviews the media have consistently been trying to make her say she's disappointed or wishes she won or Maneskin didn't deserve to win or whatever, and she has very consistently shut that shit down every time.

- When an interviewer (Can't be bothered to link it but the interview was with Léa Salamé on France Inter, Google it) asked her why she was laughing right after her performance and joked that she too was on the devil's lettuce she was like "oh shit you're right, guess I'm disqualified too" which is the most subtle and yet effective way I've seen that line of reasoning get shut down. Babs is not the fucking enemy here.

- She is challenging the narrative that anything less than a win is failure and actually getting the French public at large to be proud of her and potentially re-engage with the Eurovision. Britain take note. The same interviewer tried to get her to dunk on other French performers of the past few years for always doing poorly and she was like "I mean we're usually top 10 and Amir was 4th or whatever but ofc I'm proud to be France's best result in 30 years."

- She is challenging the narrative that language is the prime factor in an entry's success or quality - it's not that people were obsessed with songs in English and now souring on them, it's that because of the perception that only songs in English could win, that's all anyone sent so of course it was statistically likelier to win than not. This is partly a very franco-French thing but last year the French media and the literal culture minister (who is a Eurovision fan, or I mean, at the very least he's openly gay - still a big deal in French politics might I add) shot down Tom Leeb, not because it was a basic song written by some committee in Sweden which it was, but because it was mostly in English. That song being in French would not have made it better.

Salvador Sobral proved that music that is coming from a place of truth transcends language, and this year was the nail in the coffin of the idea that only English songs can win and non-English songs will always be underrated. I didn't speak Portuguese at the time and still barely do after living here for 2 years, but that song spoke to me so I went and looked it the fuck up like a goddamn adult. Barbara, as well as Maneskin, Gjon, and Go_A (and I feel like actually adding Dadi to that list, quite frankly) not only doing well in the final but even now in Spotify tops are proving that there is a space for songs that grow on you and prove themselves live despite being driven by lyrics. A bad song is a bad song and a good song is a good song whether it's in English, French, Italian, Portuguese, whatever. I didn't like Gjon last year and I liked him this year, because the song was better. I didn't like Senhit last year and liked her this year because the song was better.

But then again, I suspect a lot of the people on here shitting on Voilà and Tout L'Univers for being boring jury ballads without looking into the lyrics already hated Amar Pelos Dois because they resented their fave not winning and were easily distracted by gorilla suits. 👀

I am saying this as a strong Italy stan most years *including this year* and 2019, even 2016, of course 2015, hell even 2014, because Italy thanks to Sanremo brings a level of songwriting quality that is consistent regardless of the actual musical style of the song: having lyric-heavy songs in another language isn't actually a barrier if you actually speak that language or even bother to look it up.

#seriously #i get the salt #but you can fuck off making this about what will always be a strong entry that deserved its 2nd place finish #eurovision #esc #cokegate #france #italy #esc2021 #lay off barbara ffs #barbara pravi #i wasnt sold on the studio version but in the virtual watch party i did that is one of two songs nobody was clowning or talking over #the other of course was maneskin

[goingmorry]

[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> reacting to thirst tweets

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: modern au, extremely crude language, sexually suggestive, daddy kink mention

Author's Note: Based on Buzzfeed's Celebrity Thirst Tweets. Since no one’s gonna write this, I will! Please don't take this seriously. 😂

RORONOA ZORO

Reads every message with a deadpan expression.

Thinks every message involving violence like "he could punch me and I'd thank him" or "he could step on me and I'd beg for more" are somehow related to training. 💪🏻

Doesn't understand how people can say certain things out loud but he's intrigued nonetheless.

Fan: "I would let those tiddies of his waterboard me any day of the week. 👁👅👁"

Zoro: "...That doesn't seem comfortable. Is that for an endurance exercise?"

SANJI

The thirstier, the better.

Not for his health though.

Nosebleeds after the third message.

His fans are surprised he lasted that long honestly.

And no, not in that way. 😏

Can't stop gushing blood 'cause his thoughts are running W I L D.

Someone has to call an ambulance for an emergency blood transfusion 'cause it's not stopping tonight. 🚑

Fan: "I would love to wrap up my sweet baby boy, Sanji, in warm blankets and cuddle him for being such an angel. But I would also let him raw me so hard until my legs can't hold me up anymore. 😌"

Sanji: *trips over himself, collapses and almost dies*

TRAFALGAR LAW

You know that confused math lady meme? That's basically him.

Thinks way too hard about each message like there's some deeper meaning but really they just want his DICK. 🍆 🍑 👀

Constantly questions his fans' sanity.

Fan: "Law has free reign to pelvic thrust my face until I pass out. And then, he could slice me up afterward and I'd worship him for it. 🥵"

Law: "Interesting. I wonder if you would be willing to accept an examination? Of the medical kind, of course."

EUSTASS KID

Knows that people act differently online vs. in person.

So he adds fuel to the fire.

Acts like he's down to fuck.

But only because he knows most people don't have the guts to follow through.

Fan: "Kid's like 6'8. I'm like 99 percent sure that his cock is fucking massive. He would absolutely D E S T R O Y me, but tbh I ain't gonna be the one complaining. 🤤"

Kid: "Wanna come say that to my face?" *wide grin*

PORTGAS D. ACE

Flustered af but extremely polite it's laughable.

It could literally be the raunchiest message and he'll fucking thank them like they just complimented his hat weaving skills.

Gives a small bow after reading every tweet.

Genuinely surprised that so many people find him attractive enough to thirst over him.

Fan: "I know Ace always prances around shirtless but can he also go pantsless too? Please just let him be straight up naked. I need to admire that thicc ass of his. 😩"

Ace: "That's very kind of you. Thank you so much for the compliment. 😊"

SABO

Cheeky bastard.

Reads the messages very slowly with no shame whatsoever.

Responds cooly and makes eye-contact with the camera.

Fan: "Listen here, bitches. I only drink two things to quench this thirst: water and Sabo's cum. And water's not gonna cut it for me anymore. 🙃"

Sabo: "I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I will keep this in mind." *smirks at the camera*

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Asks a question every single damn time. LMAO.

Straight up definition of ???

Visibly confused like a lost puppy.

"What does bussy mean?"

"What is creampie? Is that food?"

"I don't understand what they mean by blow. They want to blow me? But I can already blow myself."

Proceeds to use Gear Third to enlarge himself. 😧

Chaos ensues. Cameras start flying everywhere and the studio begins to panic.

KILLER

Shy af. 😳

Has to pause in between reading each thirsty message due to embarrassment.

Surprised at the horniness of the tweets.

Luckily for him, his mask hides his flustered face well.

Fan: "I want Killer to suffocate me with those thicc thighs of his. I would literally thank him for it. 😩"

Killer: "Hmm... That doesn't sound very pleasurable."

SHANKS

110% down to clown. 🤡

Laughs every time he reads about people thirsting over him.

He's sexy, he knows it, and he's not going to apologize for it.

Ends up making his fans blush instead.

Asks the interviewer for the most explicit messages.

Basically, do your worst. He can handle it.

Fan: "Shanks, I'm just a hole, sir."

Shanks: "If that's how you want it to be, sweetie. I promise I'll be gentle." *winks at camera* 😏

DRACULE MIHAWK

Out of touch with internet culture.

Lost with all the abbreviations and slang.

Has to ask the interviewer what "thirsty thot" means.

Responds to the horny messages with his own banter but with the most serious expression ever.

Flattered that people find him attractive.

Fan: "Oh god. Daddy Mihawk, please I stg I will literally pay to lick those sweet abs. 👅"

Mihawk: "I'm not your father, but I suppose I will entertain you just this once."

#one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kid x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #sabo x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #killer x reader #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #this is a joke post lmao #i need to entertain myself i'm sorry #i understand if you block me #mywriting #one piece headcanons #one piece writing

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

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Falling for You

ballet au one-shot for @gallavichthings 's a.u.gust

summary: dance instructor mickey! ian keeps messing up the lifts with the dancers, and mickey cannot have his girls injured because of this himbo, even if he is hot. he makes ian stay after class to practice on him -- and he swears there's no ulterior motives. but they're so close and his hands are all over him and he can feel his breath and it is so unprofessional but fuck it.

words: 2k

Mickey had a new guy in his class that wasn't doing... well... by any standards. Alright, the dude sucked. Mickey had been a ballet instructor for several years and not once has he met a dancer as uncoordinated and unbalanced as Ian fucking Gallagher.

Somehow, Ian had managed to not only rip the ballet barre off of the goddamn wall in his attempt at a grand plie, fallen flat on his face after pas de chat gone wrong, but he also managed to launch his fellow ballerinas onto the floor instead of the air.

He was a disaster.

Mickey had better shit to do with his time at the studio than patch up his dancers, and studio, after Gallagher's classes. Svetlana's father would have his ass if she got injured on his watch. And Ian being the only guy in their class, there was no way for him not to share the front-and-center spotlight with Svetlana.

Yeah, Mickey wasn't letting Ian any-fucking-where near Svet if he could help it. At least in his current state. Dude was a piece of work.

Mickey figured he would be a lot more upset about all this if Ian's apologetic puppy dog eyes weren't so goddamn convincing.

Fucking Gallagher.

--

"Ayo, Mands! Come help me with this!" Mickey called, echoing in the studio, now nearly empty besides the Milkovich siblings and a six-foot-tall ginger man looking both utterly clueless and utterly terrified. Mickey was utterly hopeless.

Mandy popped in the doorframe, sliding her shoes on but leaving them untied.

"Can't! I got actual shit to do! I don't live and breathe the studio like your sorry ass. No offense, Ian, my brother is great, please stay. Full offense, Mickey, get a fucking life!"

Mickey was left speechless and slightly embarrassed by Mandy's outburst and only managed to flip her off before she was out the door.

"Charming sister you got there," Ian let a quiet laugh slip before schooling his expression at Mickey's lack of amusement.

Mickey sighed and rubbed his hands down the length of his face for a moment. Ian and Mickey held eye contact a bit longer before Mickey abruptly straightened up and clapped his hands together. The noise startled Ian from his own amused trance.

"Alright, Clifford, how do you feel about private lessons for a little bit until you're not tripping over your own feet?"

Ian stepped forward to argue, but, proving Mickey's point, stumbled over the shoes on the floor in front of him. He didn't miss the way that Mickey's mouth quirked up on the side.

"Can't afford extra classes," Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

"It's on me," Mickey swiped his top lip. He didn't miss the way that Ian's gaze lingered on his mouth,"Kinda need you..." really want you, "to, uh, look good..." as if he doesn't already, fucking red-headed alien-looking motherfucker, "on the floor..." of my bedroom, goddamn it, Mick, get it together! "the, uh, dance floor."

Ian paused, considering the way that Mickey was stumbling over his words in a way that one might call endearing, another might call the-worst-fucking-experience-of-his-life.

"I'll do it."

Do me. Seriously, go drink some water, oh my god.

Mickey literally took a sip from his water bottle, hoping that it would at least calm his nerves. He was a professional!

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You free after class?" A pause, "To work on some skills, I mean."

"It's a date," Ian smirked, leaning down to pick up his shoes from the ground in front of him. By the time he was upright again, Mickey had already started walking away, but the blush on his cheeks and the back of his neck could be spotted from a mile away. He was utterly fucked.

--

Mickey yawned and got up from his stretching position on the floor. He walked over to the stereo, systematically knocking his dancer's feet on his way over until they were all turned out and pointed.

"No Orange Boy today?" Svetlana asked, meeting Mickey's eyes with a challenging stare.

Mickey ignored the chorus of "He's so hot!" "Have you seen his arms?" and "Ian's the nicest!" from the rest of the girls.

Svetlana raised her eyebrow in question and Mickey's defenses flew out the window. This goddamn power dynamic was going to be the death of him.

"I put him on private lessons until he's no longer a disruption to the class," he shrugged.

"Aww," one brunette pouted.

"Disruption to class or disruption to tiny bulge in your pants?" Svetlana smirked, earning some scandalized gasps from the other dancers.

Mickey flipped her off, "The fucker made me take out a greater insurance policy with all his accidents, don't be fucking absurd."

A blonde nodded understandingly from the back of the class, "My ankle is still a little funky from the last lift we tried."

Mickey held his arms out in a display of I-told-you-so and Svetlana rolled her eyes.

"Great!" Mickey clapped his hands together, earning the full attention of his class as they hurried to their feet, "Now that all the hot drama is outta the air, let's do a quick warm up combo across the floor. Chasse step pas de bourree double pirouette step arabesque, in 5, 6, 7, 8..."

--

Ian had been waiting outside the studio for the last ten minutes of class, more-so watching his instructor shift around than paying attention to what the dancers were actually doing. That's probably what got him into his current predicament, and he couldn't decide whether that was a curse or a blessing. Mickey's arms flexed as he pointed across the room to call out someone's weak spot.

Yup, it was a blessing.

Oh shit, Mickey was looking his way. Was this a double sided mirror? No, of course not. Why would there be a double sided mirror? Oh, Mickey was definitely staring at him. Fuck. Wait, did he just wink? No way, he must've just blinked. With one eye. Yeah, totally normal. Nothing to overthink, Ian.

Get it together!

--

Mickey dismissed his class five minutes early and it had nothing to do with the Jolly Ginger Giant standing outside his studio.

While most of his dancers wordlessly accepted the easy out, Svetlana stayed back to taunt. "Have fun with private lessons," she sneered, jerking off an invisible cock.

"Choke on it," Mickey retorted tossing her warm-up jacket at her face, which she swiftly caught.

Svetlana turned and made a show of looking Ian up and down, his cheeks turning pink under her intense gaze. She faced Mickey head on, "You will be vegetable stew by the time this man is done with you."

The fuck does that mean?

Sometimes Mickey thought that Svetlana spoke in riddles just to mess with him. He blamed it on the Russian accent, never mind he was part Ukrainian himself. The languages were similar, but not identical, fuck you very much.

But, damn, forget that, Gallagher looked good. He was wearing his usual white tank top and grey sweatpants, but Mickey never got the opportunity to openly ogle in class. Not that that was what he was doing now.

Ian returned the long look appreciatively before stepping closer and Mickey snapped back into professionalism, well as far as professionalism goes, Milkovich-style.

He turned his back on the bane of his pathetic existence and snapped a quick but polite, "Get your shoes on and we can get started."

"Oh, right."

That seemed to be enough to get the gears in Ian's head going again as he dropped his bag to the floor, echoing in the truly empty studio, and dropping down onto the floor himself to secure his ballet shoes, which may as well be clown shoes for as big as his feet were. Mickey fit into the same brand as the girls, but he had to order special for Gallagher.

"Thanks for doing this, Mickey."

Mickey. The way that this man said his name was making him feel all sorts of flustered that he would most definitely deny.

"Mandy said you don't usually make exceptions."

"Gotta catch you up to speed or you're gonna be dancing with the 5 year-olds, man."

Ian tilted his head considering.

Mickey frowned, "Don't do it."

Ian smirked and Mickey had to look away as a grin and blush creeped up on his own face.

"Alright, so we'll start you off with the basics."

Mickey went through their normal class routine, but broke it down slowly, pausing to explain certain positions in details he couldn't afford to spend time with in class, specifically how not to fall. It should have been fairly obvious in his opinion, but Ian still managed somehow. The first few times, he was on the floor before Mickey even knew he was going down.

But the third, Mickey made a mistake. Mickey instinctively reached out to catch him.

As soon as he realized where his hands were, he pulled them off like he'd been burned, which he may have well been. He pulled his gaze to his feet, studying the floor while he composed himself.

"Mickey," Ian waited until he looked up, and then he spoke so quietly, "You can touch me."

And what made things worse was that Ian's dazzling eyes left little to the imagination. They both knew where this was going, and the moment was too intense too quick. The longer their eyes held, the hotter Mickey felt his neck grow.

"Ya know," Ian stepped closer. "To fix my positions..."

Mickey swallowed, "Uh, I think we're done for today."

He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. He never meant them to begin with. But if Ian stayed any longer, Mickey was going to climb him like a tree and that really wasn't under his personal code of professionalism, no matter how loose those terms may be to begin with. It was getting late anyways, he reasoned with himself.

"What about the lifts? That's the important part, right?" Ian questioned, eyes pleading like he would die without this one skill being taught to him by his oh-so-unprofessional instructor.

Mickey sighed. Ya know what? Fuck it.

Mickey sauntered over to Ian, pressed his back to Ian's front, and grabbed one of Ian's massive hands and placed it on his own waist.

Ian gave an experimental squeeze and Mickey softened in his grip.

Ridiculous.

"We're not doing the lift are we?" Ian murmured breathily, hot air making the hairs on the back of Mickey's neck tingle.

"What do you think, Firecrotch?" Mickey pushed his weight back into Ian's chest, which would be the second mistake of the day.

Ian toppled over backwards, landing with a painful sounding thud and sending Mickey down on top of him before he rolled off the the side with a groan.

Ian started laughing and Mickey was concerned. Was this idiot actually fucking concussed this time? He wasn't sure how he would explain this to his insurance company.

Mickey straddled Ian's lap, gently slapping his face, "Are you good, man? Alive?"

"Never better." Ian was still smiling like an absolute goof.

Mickey raised an eyebrow in concern.

"Seriously, I just can't play things cool," Ian raised his hips to grind against Mickey's ass, "Obviously."

"You're an idiot," Mickey rolled his eyes, and all Ian could do was grin and reach up towards Mickey's neck, pulling his down until their lips almost touched, sharing breaths and excitement.

"Maybe," another breath, "But I still got you to fall for me."

It was Mickey's turn to laugh, more of a raspy exhale than anything. His "fuck you" was almost lost between them as they fell together at last.

(side note: this was the lift that they were going to do, so i feel like the hand on the waist makes sense -- gotta have a visual lmao)

#i might have an idea for a sequel/series if anyone is interested: mandy pov of this and another one shot in their relationship era??? #who knows #shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #ian x mickey #shameless fanfic #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fanfic #svetlana yevgenivna #my posts