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Fic: Cheek To Cheek (Girl!Kevin Jonas/Brendon Urie) (Rating: G)
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hector_rashbaum prompted me with blue ink and I interpreted in a really loose way. There's at least some mention of blue at the end? IDEK. XD
Title: Cheek To Cheek
Characters: Girl!Kevin Jonas, Brendon Urie. (Eventual Kevin/Brendon)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1300!
::Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The title comes from a Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers video that I was mainlining while writing it.::
Summary: Week 2 on Dancing With The Stars.
"So who designs our costumes?" Brendon asks as they're practicing for the second week and Kevin appreciates him taking an interest in the workings of the competition, but she mostly just wants him to get the footwork down.
"Me. I design our costumes and you have got to stop swinging your arms like that, Brendon," Kevin says, shoving her hands through her hair in frustration. She pulls her hair out of the headband before readjusting it as she walks around the room. Brendon's still in the middle, watching her and Kevin doesn't want to yell at him, so instead, she sighs carefully before looking back out at him.
"The thing is, this is a really slow and elegant dance, and we have to stay in hold the entire time. If you swing your arms, you swing me. If you swing me, we're going to lose points," she says, walking back over to him. He watches her and she sighs carefully, positioning his arms carefully and something in her sparks at touching his arms and she stamps it down quickly.
"Like this, Brendon. Keep them up, keep them firm," she says, aware of the cameras moving around the space, getting everything and she waits until Brendon's got his arms positioned the right way before stepping back. She smiles slowly, reaching out with her foot to nudge his legs.
"Good. Now, c'mon, let's run through it again."
The cameras drive her up the wall, capturing every little thing except for lunch and when Kevin pulls the mic pack off, she wants to throw it across the room. She digs into her salad, chewing furiously, hoping that if she eats fast enough, she can go curl up somewhere and not hear anything.
"You frustrated with me?" Brendon asks, sitting down beside of her. She sighs a little, eating one of the cherry tomatoes so that she doesn't have to answer right off. Kevin doesn't like being frustrated with anyone, least of all a celebrity who's depending on her.
"I'm kind of frustrated with everything right now."
"So, just me, right?" Brendon says, flashing her a sideways grin that makes her laugh despite herself. She settles back against the wall, stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes. The polish is chipped and she thinks that she should redo them later that night. Instead, she shrugs slowly and eats her salad.
"Nah. I've got to. I dunno, I've gotta figure out a routine for myself so I can feel settled with this, and this season's a little different. I've got more say in everything, but also, I've gotta get the costumes for the performance on Tuesday done too. It's the second week, so by next week, I should have it settled," Kevin says, watching Brendon smile as he finishes his sandwich. She likes this, talking to him, talking about the competition and when she thinks about that, she wants to ignore it.
She likes him, she thinks. It's not a bad thing, to like your celebrity, but she thinks that maybe it's a bad thing to like him too much.
"What's our costume looking like this week?"
"We're doing a big tribute to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, so we're doing something to Cheek To Cheek, so probably something from Top Hat," she says, grinning brightly, and these are the parts that she likes; getting a theme night like this, getting to do something set to the stuff that brought her to dance in the first place.
It makes it worth it.
"Oh man, sweet. So I get tails?" Brendon says, wiggling his eyebrows and Kevin can't help but laugh.
"Yeah. If you ask nicely, I'll even make sure you get a real top hat."
"You're my favorite," Brendon says, laughing with her as they finish lunch. Kevin sends off a few texts, watching the small screen as she mentally goes over the choreography, hoping that Brendon can get it.
"If I was really your favorite, you'd hold your arms just like Fred Astaire," she says, teasing lightly as she pushes her feet back into her shoes, buckling them and sighing. She's used to the pain of them, but it doesn't make it any nicer to have to put them back on. Kevin glances at the clock, before pushing her hair back with the headband, smiling over at Kevin.
"C'mon, let's run through this a few more times and see if we can get it."
"You look like you're going to be sick," Brendon says on show night, watching her. Kevin laughs softly, running her hands over the feathery fringe on her dress, smiling at the sway of it as she looks over at Brendon. He's got his hair slicked back, and the suit on him sparkles and Kevin can't help but feeling proud that they stayed so close to the actual look.
"Nah. I'm a little nervous, but not like last week."
"I can tell by how you're not slathering glitter all over your legs," Brendon says, making her laugh. Across from them, Gabe and Selena talk to Miley, giving their interview after getting their scores and Kevin likes being with the other pros like this.
"Kevin Jonas, why are you being anti-social?" Nicole asks, flopping down beside of her, hamming it up for the cameras as they cut to commercials, Brendon laughs, reaching over to fix some of the feathers that have drifted to Kevin's shoulder. Kevin doesn't want to lean into it, so instead, she focuses on Brendon, nudging her shoulder into Nicole.
"I'm not being anti-social. I'm being thoughtful."
"While being anti-social," Nicole says grinning at her. Across the room, her celebrity, Zack, watches the floor being swept with more interest than Kevin would expect. Kevin's not sure what a lot of the celebs do on this season, but she thinks that they're a good batch this year.
"I'm nervous," she says to Nicole who shrugs, laughing happily. She's in yellow, bright and happy and Kevin likes the contrast between her own dark blue and Nicole's yellow.
"We're all nervous, Kevin," Nicole says, patting her knee lightly before giving Kevin a wink.
Her and Brendon dance last. She walks around the last-minute practice area, watching Brendon's arms and legs and when she feels her stomach flip, she looks over at him and offers a careful smile.
"You look nervous now," she says, hoping it comes out as teasing more than anything as Brendon laughs, reaching over and squeezing her hand.
"It's a good nervous," he replies, letting her tug him into hold as they practice their routine. It feels more intimate like this, Kevin thinks, counting out the steps under her breath, quickly correcting Brendon's foot. He holds her easily, making her nudge his arms up and when he looks at her and smiles, she nods.
"Good nervous," she says, feeling something flutter carefully in her chest before she can squash it. She startles when one of the production team leads them out to the floor before they come back from commercial.
"Stay light," she says, unwilling to let go of whatever bit of comfort it gives herself, saying it and remembering Nick saying it back. She thinks she should tell Brendon what she's really saying with it, but he nods, grinning at her as he gives her a quick double high-five.
"Stay light," he says back, making her jump and she stares at him as he takes his place across the stage from her. She doesn't expect it to make her feel better, she doesn't expect the calm that settles over her but she grins across the stage at him.
It's a good nervous, she thinks, closing her eyes as the music starts.
hector_rashbaum prompted me with blue ink and I interpreted in a really loose way. There's at least some mention of blue at the end? IDEK. XDTitle: Cheek To Cheek
Characters: Girl!Kevin Jonas, Brendon Urie. (Eventual Kevin/Brendon)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1300!
::Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The title comes from a Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers video that I was mainlining while writing it.::
Summary: Week 2 on Dancing With The Stars.
"So who designs our costumes?" Brendon asks as they're practicing for the second week and Kevin appreciates him taking an interest in the workings of the competition, but she mostly just wants him to get the footwork down.
"Me. I design our costumes and you have got to stop swinging your arms like that, Brendon," Kevin says, shoving her hands through her hair in frustration. She pulls her hair out of the headband before readjusting it as she walks around the room. Brendon's still in the middle, watching her and Kevin doesn't want to yell at him, so instead, she sighs carefully before looking back out at him.
"The thing is, this is a really slow and elegant dance, and we have to stay in hold the entire time. If you swing your arms, you swing me. If you swing me, we're going to lose points," she says, walking back over to him. He watches her and she sighs carefully, positioning his arms carefully and something in her sparks at touching his arms and she stamps it down quickly.
"Like this, Brendon. Keep them up, keep them firm," she says, aware of the cameras moving around the space, getting everything and she waits until Brendon's got his arms positioned the right way before stepping back. She smiles slowly, reaching out with her foot to nudge his legs.
"Good. Now, c'mon, let's run through it again."
The cameras drive her up the wall, capturing every little thing except for lunch and when Kevin pulls the mic pack off, she wants to throw it across the room. She digs into her salad, chewing furiously, hoping that if she eats fast enough, she can go curl up somewhere and not hear anything.
"You frustrated with me?" Brendon asks, sitting down beside of her. She sighs a little, eating one of the cherry tomatoes so that she doesn't have to answer right off. Kevin doesn't like being frustrated with anyone, least of all a celebrity who's depending on her.
"I'm kind of frustrated with everything right now."
"So, just me, right?" Brendon says, flashing her a sideways grin that makes her laugh despite herself. She settles back against the wall, stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes. The polish is chipped and she thinks that she should redo them later that night. Instead, she shrugs slowly and eats her salad.
"Nah. I've got to. I dunno, I've gotta figure out a routine for myself so I can feel settled with this, and this season's a little different. I've got more say in everything, but also, I've gotta get the costumes for the performance on Tuesday done too. It's the second week, so by next week, I should have it settled," Kevin says, watching Brendon smile as he finishes his sandwich. She likes this, talking to him, talking about the competition and when she thinks about that, she wants to ignore it.
She likes him, she thinks. It's not a bad thing, to like your celebrity, but she thinks that maybe it's a bad thing to like him too much.
"What's our costume looking like this week?"
"We're doing a big tribute to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, so we're doing something to Cheek To Cheek, so probably something from Top Hat," she says, grinning brightly, and these are the parts that she likes; getting a theme night like this, getting to do something set to the stuff that brought her to dance in the first place.
It makes it worth it.
"Oh man, sweet. So I get tails?" Brendon says, wiggling his eyebrows and Kevin can't help but laugh.
"Yeah. If you ask nicely, I'll even make sure you get a real top hat."
"You're my favorite," Brendon says, laughing with her as they finish lunch. Kevin sends off a few texts, watching the small screen as she mentally goes over the choreography, hoping that Brendon can get it.
"If I was really your favorite, you'd hold your arms just like Fred Astaire," she says, teasing lightly as she pushes her feet back into her shoes, buckling them and sighing. She's used to the pain of them, but it doesn't make it any nicer to have to put them back on. Kevin glances at the clock, before pushing her hair back with the headband, smiling over at Kevin.
"C'mon, let's run through this a few more times and see if we can get it."
"You look like you're going to be sick," Brendon says on show night, watching her. Kevin laughs softly, running her hands over the feathery fringe on her dress, smiling at the sway of it as she looks over at Brendon. He's got his hair slicked back, and the suit on him sparkles and Kevin can't help but feeling proud that they stayed so close to the actual look.
"Nah. I'm a little nervous, but not like last week."
"I can tell by how you're not slathering glitter all over your legs," Brendon says, making her laugh. Across from them, Gabe and Selena talk to Miley, giving their interview after getting their scores and Kevin likes being with the other pros like this.
"Kevin Jonas, why are you being anti-social?" Nicole asks, flopping down beside of her, hamming it up for the cameras as they cut to commercials, Brendon laughs, reaching over to fix some of the feathers that have drifted to Kevin's shoulder. Kevin doesn't want to lean into it, so instead, she focuses on Brendon, nudging her shoulder into Nicole.
"I'm not being anti-social. I'm being thoughtful."
"While being anti-social," Nicole says grinning at her. Across the room, her celebrity, Zack, watches the floor being swept with more interest than Kevin would expect. Kevin's not sure what a lot of the celebs do on this season, but she thinks that they're a good batch this year.
"I'm nervous," she says to Nicole who shrugs, laughing happily. She's in yellow, bright and happy and Kevin likes the contrast between her own dark blue and Nicole's yellow.
"We're all nervous, Kevin," Nicole says, patting her knee lightly before giving Kevin a wink.
Her and Brendon dance last. She walks around the last-minute practice area, watching Brendon's arms and legs and when she feels her stomach flip, she looks over at him and offers a careful smile.
"You look nervous now," she says, hoping it comes out as teasing more than anything as Brendon laughs, reaching over and squeezing her hand.
"It's a good nervous," he replies, letting her tug him into hold as they practice their routine. It feels more intimate like this, Kevin thinks, counting out the steps under her breath, quickly correcting Brendon's foot. He holds her easily, making her nudge his arms up and when he looks at her and smiles, she nods.
"Good nervous," she says, feeling something flutter carefully in her chest before she can squash it. She startles when one of the production team leads them out to the floor before they come back from commercial.
"Stay light," she says, unwilling to let go of whatever bit of comfort it gives herself, saying it and remembering Nick saying it back. She thinks she should tell Brendon what she's really saying with it, but he nods, grinning at her as he gives her a quick double high-five.
"Stay light," he says back, making her jump and she stares at him as he takes his place across the stage from her. She doesn't expect it to make her feel better, she doesn't expect the calm that settles over her but she grins across the stage at him.
It's a good nervous, she thinks, closing her eyes as the music starts.
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more blinding grins from me
Yoou make me want to try and pick up the show again even though I fell out of liking it several seasons ago
♥
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The past two seasons have been really good. I love it, I can't even help it. XD
Thank you!
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You're welcome! \o/
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Thank you!