the last dance ?
chapter EIGHT of close to me the dirty dancing fic by wayli and myself is out NOW (on @wayward-sherlock 's ao3) CHECK IT OUT major MAJOR plot points incoming : - )
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"Nothing, just... ngh... thinking about how uncool I am... for being clueless, totally unaware of my surroundings. Like how I was acting before... Also, I want to stop letting the ugly part of me seep out when I get upset..."
"...Someone "set this up"? God-damn pain in the ass..."
"Then... what about me? Since my appearance is the same, do you percieve me to be the same?"
"Hang on... Yoshiki, it's just 'cause... It's 'cause you know that I'm not the real Hikaru."
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Rimmer nodded and attempted a smile. He wondered if he could get away with putting his arms around Lister and pulling him into a hug. That was an ordinary, friendly thing to do, right? But then he thought about how Lister had kissed him last night - that had been an accident, right? - and didn’t want to risk giving him the wrong idea. Rimmer didn’t want Lister to think he might be really interested in him in a romantic sense. Because that was ridiculous. Why would he be? His heart was already playing a quick march at the thought of it. The thought of the embarrassment of the potential miscommunication. Not the thought of being romantically involved with Lister. He wanted to shake himself. Just the thought of it was getting him all flustered.
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Yet who knew, before he could do anything, the man who was holding his hand softly tapped the back of his hand like he was comforting him, telling him not to worry. These two taps were so soft, so gentle. Xie Lian was slightly taken aback, but that low growling was already suppressed. When Xie Lian listened closely, he suddenly realized that these feral wolves weren’t growling, but whimpering.
I almost forgot how gentle Hua Cheng can be 🥺🙈
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