At twenty-five, Harry Potter is still a virgin and sorely lacking in options to change that state anytime soon. To help him find a plus one for Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and maybe kill two birds with one stone, Harry’s friends set him up on a series of blind dates. The only problem is, there’s something not quite right with each of their candidates.
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” ― Plato
In which Harry learns that some things are worth waiting for, that looking and seeing are two very different things, and that his heart’s song has been heard a long time ago.
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15 Jan 2021
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)
06 Jan 2020
Years later, during a lazy saturday morning where neither of them can be bothered to do anything except ransack the kitchen for snacks, Nursey will ask him, “Why the guitar?”
Dex shrugged. “It’s not like the only secondhand shop in a small town has a lot of variety to offer.”
An AU where everything is the same except Dex can play the guitar and sing, but you wouldn’t know it since Dex is emotionally stunted and can’t, like, just admit that type of shit out loud.
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17 Sep 2020
“I was thinking breakfast in town,” Mitch continues, cupping the back of Dylan's head. “I don't want to cook.”
“I don't want you to cook, either,” Dylans agrees, muffled into Mitch's throat.
Mitch sighs when Dylan starts kissing down his neck. “Jeez,” he says. “I didn’t see you complaining about the breakfast I brought you in bed yesterday.”
Dylan laughs. “Yeah, untoasted Pop-Tarts,” he says. “And then I ate your ass.”
Dylan's probably only actually Dommed Mitch once, a while ago. Because of where each of them falls on the switch spectrum, it just doesn't happen for them. There's something about Mitch, though, a little bit calmer but still as happy as he is after every Knights win, tucked under Dylan's arm.
- Part 9 of Fall Away
It doesn't come out of nowhere, despite what Dylan probably thinks.
And, okay, Mitch knows that the super adult thing to do would have been to just talk about it, sit down on the sofa and bring it up and give his reasons and whatever, but he's forever and always himself, so that's not how it goes. Mitch waits until Dylan starts eating his gross yogurt, and just when Dylan puts his fourth scoop into his mouth, Mitch says, "I think we should have sex."
Dylan chokes on his mouthful of yogurt, walking the two steps to the sink so he can spit it out and continue coughing, and Mitch opens up his own jar of yogurt and digs in.
(or: Mitch is ace. That doesn't mean he isn't curious.)