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Daylight || Ronnie & Ivan

She sucked in a breath as he pulled her over onto his lap. Ronnie was terrified. Downright terrified. Not because they were being forced back into reality, although that was truly frightening in its own right, but because she was being faced with the decision of truly being with someone she cared about. It hadn’t taken her long after spending time with Ivan, after experiencing the way her breath caught in her throat every time he winked at her or the way her heart fluttered every time he touched her skin, to realize that Logan hadn’t made her feel that way in a long, long time.

And if she was honest with herself she wasn’t sure if he had ever made her feel that way.

In a dysfunctional, horrible way, Ronnie had almost preferred their relationship to be like that. Sure, it sucked and he manipulated her all the time to get what he wanted out of her. But Logan never truly had real power over her. Not the way that Ivan did. Ronnie was completely at Ivan’s mercy and it scared her to death. She couldn’t control herself whenever he was around and letting someone have that much power over her sounded like a great way to get herself hurt. And Ronnie had learned to look out for herself from day one, it was hard to think about being that vulnerable.

As she let him situate her body over his, it was just another testimony of how under his control she really was. She almost pulled away, instinctually revolting against being told, even if she liked it, what to do. But as her brown eyes locked with his hazel eyes, her mind flashed back to the time they had had a very similar conversation.

The morning after their first night together, Ronnie had snuck out before Ivan had woken up. Again, he had scared her with all of the feelings he had managed to pull out of her. But instead of getting pissed off and loosing his patience with her, Ivan had called her to him again, invited her to sit next to him at his piano bench, and played the most beautiful of songs that he’d written for her. He knew she was scared, and through that song he had promised that if she trust him with her heart, he wouldn’t break it.

And so far, he’d kept his word.

As his lips leaned up to press against hers, she’d found herself almost pulling away. But after a brief moment of hesitation, she’d pressed herself to him, getting swept up in the kiss that so easily made the rest of the world disappear. He tasted of liquor and smoke and everything that was beautiful in her world and as the kiss deepened, her hand slid from around his neck to grab ahold of his shirt, as if she needed something to hold onto, to keep her grounded.

She nipped at his bottom lip as he pulled away, tugging it as if trying to pull his lips back to hers and when he spoke, she had to wait a few seconds to let the fog in her head clear before she could even think about an answer. Her eyes lowered to where her tiny fist still clenched his shirt as she contemplated not only what he was asking of her, but also what he was offering her.

Chewing on her bottom lip nervously, Ronnie contemplated her escape routes. But no matter what ideas came to mind, she realized she wouldn’t be happy. She couldn’t be happy if Ivan wasn’t apart of her life anymore. And as she came to that realization, she spoke for the first time since he’d kissed her.

The hand that wasn’t clenching onto his shirt for dear life, reached up and her fingers traced over the light blue-green veins on his neck. Her eyes stayed focused on her fingers as they slid over his soft skin. “Let’s just take things slow.” she breathed quietly, much quieter and softer than anyone in Oxford had ever heard Ms. Rough and Tumble Ronnie Cothry. It wasn’t the greatest of proclamations of love, in fact it wasn’t a proclamation of love at all. But to Ronnie, it was a huge deal. The fact that she wasn’t blowing him off and refusing the idea of being with him altogether when she knew just how much he could hurt her, well that was amazing.

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Ivan couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. He leaned up a bit to kiss her cheek and then he let his lips linger near her ear where he quietly sang a line from the song he'd played for her that day while he'd played piano. It was just a string of the word yes, but he knew she would know where it was from. His lips then pressed just under her where her jaw and ear met.

Ivan was still surprised with himself. He'd never in a million years thought he'd ever get over Harper. And - seeing as she was his first love, and such a huge part of his life - he would probably always have a spot for her in his heart. But, he'd never thought that he'd ever be happy with someone else; much less more happy than he'd been with Harper.

Ivan felt a fire spread through his veins and his lips caught hers as his hands gripped the fabric of her shirt. He didn't care that they were cramped into his car. He needed her and he needed her now. He pulled his lips back from hers and yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor board. He scooted sideways in the seat before turning them so her back laid against the seat. He was suddenly very glad he drove a classic car with it's ridiculously wide seats. He was also suddenly glad that he had the maximum legal tint on the windows so no one could see inside.

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Daylight || Ronnie & Ivan

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Ronnie was pretty convinced that for the last three months she had been dreaming. Things like running off with your friend for a music festival and then just staying there and having this perfect, so great, easy life together for three months just didn’t happen. That just wasn’t how the real world worked. Especially not Ronnie’s real world.

And yet, here she was in Ivan’s car, driving back to fucking Oxford, Mississippi and the painful reminder that she was driving head on, back to the real world made her realize just how real the last three months had been. During this time in New Orleans, Ronnie had learned to let someone in, all the way in, for the first time. There hadn’t been any walls between her and Ivan. She had been forced to let him in and they hadn’t kept anything from each other since. He’d seen every part of her, the good and bad, and somehow he still wanted to stick around. Again, she wasn’t really sure how this could all be real.

But after a lot of complaining from Ivan’s bandmates that they had all been stuck on a perpetual honeymoon because of her and Ivan, and coming to the realization that they had to get back to their real lives sooner or later, Ivan and Ronnie begrudgingly packed up everything, it was amazing what all you could accumulate in three months, and piled into the backseat of his car with his bandmates. They convinced the others to take turns driving because everybody knew they’d just be making heart eyes at each other the whole time anyways and nobody wanted to die on the way back to Oxford, so that they could sit together in the backseat. It was almost as if they couldn’t waste a precious second by not being wrapped up in each other.

They’d spent the ride back staring at each other a lot, touching each other’s faces, as if to memorize every inch of each other, and of course, laughing and joking with Ivan’s bandmates, who Ronnie was pretty convinced were some of the most hilarious but also idiotic guys on the planet. And it had all gone by far too quickly for Ronnie.

As they dropped the guys off and then moved into the front seats so Ivan could drive her home, the two of them fell into silence. What did the real world mean for them? Ronnie was plagued by this question and in the silence, she could tell Ivan was too. She didn’t dare look over at Ivan, for fear of falling completely apart from the nerves that were driving her crazy as she tried to think of a way that their New Orleans life could also become their Oxford life. Instead, her eyes stayed locked on the road in front of them as she tried to hold it together, while her thumb traced countless circles into his hand.

When he finally pulled into her driveway and turned to face her, Ronnie reluctantly turned to meet his gaze. Looking at Ivan was almost painful int his moment. Their time together had been so unexpected, so perfect, and the thought of it all really coming to an end was too painful.

She let out a sigh as his lips crashed against hers and her hands immediately reached up to find his face, softly tracing down his jawline and neck. She needed to feel him, needed the physical reassurance that he, and their time together, was real. When he broke away and leaned his forehead against hers, she could barely force herself to meet his piercing gaze. Until he suggested going back to New Orleans, her eyes flew up to meet his then and the briefest of smiles came to her lips. “If we leave now,” she began, letting her nose brush past his as she moved to kiss his cheek, “we might get there before Rita leaves her desk for the night to smoke pot out back.” she added cheekily, referring to the lady who worked at the reception of the hotel they’d stayed at while in New Orleans. Ronnie was already ready to turn around right then and there and go back.

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Ivan chuckled softly at her words, his head coming back just to lightly tap against hers again. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. "Ronnie," he said through an inhale, "I don't..." Even through his Russian accent, it was easy to detect the emotion that shook his words. His free arm reached out and wrapped around her waist and pulled her across the front seat and practically into his lap.

He could all too clearly remember the first time they'd been this close in the bar. They'd both been about three drinks in, they'd been swept by the crowd out onto the dance floor, and for a moment they'd just stood staring up at each other. He remembered thinking to himself You're just supposed to be friends, you shouldn't be thinking about- but the thoughts had ended when one of his hands reached out and pressed to the small of her back, bringing her closer to him. The sparkle in her eyes and the way her lips just barely pulled up at the corners... He'd been sunk. And he'd kissed her.

Ivan let out another breath before really pulling her into his lap, gripping one of her legs and pulling it over him so she was now straddling him. His hand that had been at her neck now gripped a fist full of her hair at the nape of her neck and he gazed up at her, his head turned up to meet hers that was turned down. "Who said that this..." he started, "has to end just because we're back here?"

He leaned up a bit to catch her lips and his hand on her thigh gripped her tightly, as if she were his oxygen supply. His tongue danced against hers and then his hand on her leg trailed up, over the curves of her body to rest on her waist, pulling her body closer to his. He pulled back from the kiss eventually and caught his breath for a moment before saying, "I know that there is... a lot that makes this more complicated here than it was there... But if you want this, I will go down fighting for you."

Ivan knew the kind of relationship she'd been in. And that was why he knew that this had to be her choice. He could want this to the ends of the earth, but it was all up to her.

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Here I am staring at your perfection in my arms, so beautiful. The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out. Somebody slow it down. I was afraid of the dark, but now it's all that I want. I never want it to stop because I don't wanna start all over. And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own, but tonight I need to hold you so close.

#music #song he wrote bout ronnie tbh #and having to come home #and now i'm sad

Daylight || Ronnie & Ivan

Ivan hadn't realized how quickly real life could settle in. He supposed the past three months had been real life, too... It had just seemed like it's own bubble, like a separate time line from the life that they both had left here in Oxford. Of course, Ivan had only been in Oxford for a little under a month when he decided to take off to New Orleans; Ronnie had been escaping much more than he had.

He honestly hadn't expected any of what had happened to actually happen. The original plan was to go to New Orleans for three weeks. One week was dedicated to a music festival that Ivan and his band had been invited to perform in, and then two weeks to just... Be a tourist. He'd ended up inviting Ronnie because she needed to escape; and because she was his friend. It was just supposed to be an escape for her, a little bit of therapy in the sense that she didn't have to deal with the bullshit going on in her life.

It had turned into so, so much more.

Drinks after performances in dark bars where they were wholly too close to each other had ended up in longing gazes and dirty dancing... And that had led to the clash of mouths and tongues that preceded clothes being (almost literally) torn off. From that point on, things changed. Eyes lingered, smiles became more frequent, hands were held... Ivan felt connected to someone for the first time since Harper. And it was... amazing.

He'd written songs for and about her, he'd serenaded her every night, and they'd spent the last two months of the trip like a lovesick couple on their honeymoon. The problem? This life in New Orleans couldn't last forever. And one day they'd looked at each other and known it was time to go back to real life.

The drive back from New Orleans was long, but it was all too short for the two of them. Ivan clutched her hand for most of the ride home, as if holding on to the last lingering moments of the world that was so easy for them. Because he didn't know how things were going to go once they got back. And after dropping the guys off at the house, he'd pulled out of the driveway and headed back towards where Ronnie lived.

It wasn't until he pulled up in front of the house that he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. His grip on her hand tightened and he turned off the car before looking over to her. Their eyes met, and he knew that she was thinking the same things he was. The silence that hung in the air was so thick and tense that you could cut it with a knife. And so, without much thought, he released her hand and let it come up to hook behind her neck and then slid over to her, pressing his lips against hers.

It was passionate, but tender. Longing, but sad. When he pulled back just an inch, he pressed his forehead to hers and kept his eyes closed. "I don't know where this leaves us..." he said, his fingers now twisting into her dark hair. His eyes finally opened to meet hers and he let out a shaky breath before smiling, "Fuck it, let's just go back to New Orleans." He chuckled a bit, hoping she'd catch his drift.

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Unkiss Me || Harper & Ivan (closed)

Ivan didn't know how long he'd been in the car for. He didn't particularly want to think about it. But, he was in Oxford now, and after a brief meeting with the leasing agent, he had keys to his and the band's new home in town. It was tough for him to think about anything but going to find Harper immediately; but he knew there were things that needed to be taken care of.

First order of business was to unload and store his motorcycle. Last thing he was going to do was leave that beauty out to the elements. Then he carried his bags into the house and into what would be his bedroom soon enough. For now, it was just an empty room.

Then, and most importantly, he took a shower. Driving straight from New York to Oxford didn't leave one smelling that fantastic. And if he was gonna show Harper how serious he was about her, then he wasn't going to smell like a hobo. The only problem with the combination of the long drive and the shower was the subsequent wave of exhaustion that washed over him. Within ten minutes of sitting down to rifle through his clothes to find something to wear, he'd fallen asleep leaned up against the wall.

Ivan woke about six hours later, just as the sun was setting. "Fuck!" he cried out, jumping up and putting on his clothes. He ran some water through his hair to get it to style correctly, and then dashed out of the house. After all, he had a long search ahead of him.

Or, so he'd thought. He'd headed into town on his motorcycle, parked near the square and started walking. He'd chosen a place of parking near the liquor store so that on his way home, he could swing by and grab something to take to the new house. It just so happened that Harper was visiting this liquor store.

Dipping in the door, Ivan walked right over and stopped beside her, leaning against the rack that she was looking at, "Hello again, Harper."

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I hear your voice in my sleep at night, hard to resist temptation. 'Cause something strange has come over me. And now I can’t get over you, no, I just can’t get over you. I was there for you in your darkest times. I was there for you in your darkest nights. But I wonder where were you? When I was at my worst, down on my knees. And you said you had my back, so I wonder where were you? When all the roads you took came back to me. So I’m following the map that leads to you. The map that leads to you, ain't nothing I can do.

#music #probs wrote this on his road trip down to oxford

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Ivan Petrov || 29 years old || Human || FC: Adam Levine

Traits

(+) Charming, Artistic, Passionate (-) Reckless, Belligerent, Stubborn

Personality

If you’re looking for your typical rocker, motorcycle driving bad boy, then look no further than Ivan Petrov. Constantly seen with either a guitar, microphone, or his motorcycle, he makes no misgivings about what he loves. He’s insanely passionate about the things that he loves, and if you get him started talking about those things, you might not ever get him to stop. But due to his rather high intelligence level and his diverse background, he almost always has something interesting to say.

Ivan’s intelligence doesn’t mean he’s always level headed, though. In fact, he’s quite belligerent and quick tempered when faced with a challenge or something he deems as wrong. This wasn’t always a bad thing. As a child and young man, it meant he was constantly coming to the aid of those who were being bullied. He was a guardian for those that others viewed as lesser for whatever reason. Never one to believe in looking down on anyone for any reason, Ivan was practically a patron saint for the underdogs.

But as he grew older and got into the scene of bands and alcohol, that anger turned into bar fights and trips to the police station. This never stopped him. This isn’t to say, however, that he became a fully angry person. In fact, he could be quite loving when he wanted to be. But it took a special kind of person to bring that out in him. And very few people have claim to having been able to do that.

Biography

Born in the heart of New York City, Ivan grew up in the Lower East Side with his two Russian born parents. Born just outside of Novosibirsk, the Petrov couple came to America only a year before Inga became pregnant with Ivan. They’d secured their green cards and made life as permanent as they could to await their child and the day they could apply for full United States citizenship. It was relatively easy. Having been from well off families from back in Russia, they were able to exchange enough currency to find a comfortable home. And though they had heavy Russian accents, they were both fluent in English, making it easy for both of them to find good jobs.

Ivan grew up in a comfortable home. While they weren’t rich by any means, they had everything they needed to lead a happy life. Growing up with the family he did, he became fluent in both his parent’s mother tongue, and in English. But despite not having been born in Russia, he certainly sounds as if he were. Thanks to his parents, his English is heavily covered with a Russian accent.

Ivan’s band started forming when he was sixteen. By the time he was eighteen, not only did he have a full band, but they were rather popular in the underground scene. And it was during this little rise to infamy that he met Harper Greery. He was freshly seventeen when he found a severely stressed out young woman seated at the front of an alleyway in the Upper East Side. Having been there for his delivery job, and having just finished his last delivery, he stopped and talked to the girl. After getting her to calm down a little, he took her hand and took her to the party he’d been planning to go to that evening.

That began the on again/off again relationship that was Ivan and Harper. Being the bad boy he was, Harper’s parents never approved, in fact they vehemently swore him off, even forbidding their daughter from seeing him. This only seemed to push the two closer together. Even when they weren’t together as a couple, they were still together as friends.

This relationship of theirs carried on for years. Most of the songs Ivan wrote ended up being about the caramel haired woman, and his growing love for her (or sometimes the anger they felt after getting into a fight). But by the time that Harper decided to return to Oxford, he still hadn’t expressed this love. In his final attempt to make her stay, he confessed these feelings. But the plan backfired on him, only driving her farther away.

It took about a month, but Ivan finally decided he had to go after her. Much to the chagrin of his band, who at first refused to come along with him. But then after realizing it was only a four hour trip to Nashville, they wised up and came along for the trip. Ivan went ahead before the rest of them and found them a large house to rent with a decent sized garage for them to practice in.

Honestly, though, all Ivan cares about is finding Harper.

Ivan Petrov is TAKEN

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