#harlow.k

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@gcldenhxurs

dante’s body felt stiff. he looked at himself in the mirror, never liking what he saw despite the amount of people who always told him he never lost those handsome soto features after the accident. even with the sharp clothes, a nicely pressed shirt, tie perfectly center at the base of his neck. he felt off, but this was not the night to obsess over looks. it was the nerves of what he was finally going to do that had him in a wreck, so much so even harold pawed at his side with a whine, noticing how nervous dante was. “im sorry, bud. i got to do this on my own. but wish me luck?” 

with that dante found himself alone in the lobby, clearing his throat multiple times and tapping the side of his leg to calm himself. maybe he did need harold after all. but the second he had turned to see the girl, his girl come into view he found his jaw drop a bit. as always harlow took his breath away.

“look at this hermosa reina. always able to stop my heart.” he said as she grew closer. and to him he really had never seen anyone more beautiful than her which was why gigi was right about needing to make things official. dante was certain he was never going to get the chance with such an amazing person like harlow again. and she needed to know that. “you ready to go?” he asked reaching his hand out to her. 

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@gcldenhxurs​

as much as it might have been important to harlow to come to her shows, even the smaller venues to dante it meant everything. he couldn’t hear everything as well but keeping close to the venue he could still hear the sweet sound of harlow’s smooth voice through the crowd and he felt like he was gifted the ability to continue seeing and hearing (even if it was so muffled and unclear at times) just so he had the chance to see and hear the music she made. and as soon as the show was over he made sure to slip into the back and find the girl, surprising her as best he could.  “i think i saw a few people falling in love out there.” he said as he came up behind the girl, bending down to whisper in her ear and take her hips into his hands. “it was an amazing show, as always.” 

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text 📲 nutria🦦

dante: hey, mi pequeña nutria

dante: are you free tonight? maybe dinner?

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         DANTE ON SOCIAL MEDIA: INSTAGRAM

                                       #lilotter

@gcldenhxurs , @moirasvnchez

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the timeline in which something big to them never happened.

“come on boys, i want to get back to base camp. last mission and it’s suppose to be an easy one.” dante called out to the group of fellow soldiers all dressed with heavy equipment and thick clothes. all protocol. such an easy mission.  

one male with the name HOLTZER across his chest made kissy faces at dante, his mocing tone matched as all th other boys in the squad seemed to pick up on the laughter. “last mission for lover boy because he has to get back and pack up to meet his catfish. little miss. perfect face and waist.” he said nudging dante. “i bet you’re gunna fly all the way out there and some creep with liver spots and his hand down his pants is gunna be waiting to take you home. 

dante tried to ignore it. he knew the boys meant well, they had been joking about his letters between harlow and himself from the start. but this was his chance. he had gotten an opening to fly back and take on a fort duty as a trainer back in the states and when he told harlow they had started to build up all their dreams of seeing each other into reality. he just had to make it through this one last mission. 

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the plane landed with a bump, tires falling onto the ground in a perfect landing. he had his transfer papers tucked away in his bag, his uniform pressed twice because he knew the face he’d be seeing in just moments would be waiting for him. dante finished his last mission. the minefield was listed and they took a separate route calling for a perfectly timed mission. now he was going to officially meet the girl of his dreams unharmed. this was the life dante soto would have lived without his accident. meeting harlow in a time she needed him most, never ghosting her. he would walk through the first terminal to feel his heart pounding against his chest and as if the world stopped the second he laid two perfectly working eyes on her it would have been perfect. no pain, no darkness, just a pure love of two people who fate had brought together in the form of letters. he would see her and she would jump in his arms and he would know. he wouldn’t be afraid to admit how much he knew he was going to love the girl. to protect her and make sure she was safe. this was a timeline where a mine didn’t explode. only two hearts that were able to find love in the most unconventional of ways. 

ft @gcldenhxurs

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☁ In the middle of a snowstorm, the power goes out. And it’s getting cold.

“snow has been coming down in the chicago area for the past few hours....you better get home if you are out chicagoians, you will be stuck out in the streets in no time and that, is never a good thing. drive safely...” 

the news caster had been talking about the snow storm for the past hour luckily, dragging in snow covered boots, thick coats, scarves, and one very cold looking dog; harlow and dante had managed to just make it back in tome from their walk to miss out on the huge gust of wind that had been sending the most eerie sounding whaling through the whole suite. harold had been covered in snow that dropped by the entrance and now was melting into small pools of water. after shoving off his heavy snow boots and leaving the mess of snow and dirt for later he rubbed his hands together and looked over at harlow. using the built up warm he had now to press them against her freezing cheeks and grinned, his larger hands swallowed her face up and he couldn’t help but loved the way she smiled back at him, cheeks squished together. “you’re such a little icicle, my nutria.” he said helping her with her coat. 

another gust of heavy wind and suddenly things went black through the suite. “that’s never a good sign...” he said. he had been used to not being able to see well and already had the layout of the suite in his muscle memory but he knew harlow didn’t and took her hand. “come on. apparently we are going to just have to hope for the best and ride out the storm. i got a few flashlights, go get dressed and i’ll pull out a few more blankets and meet you in the room, si?” dante moved expertly in the dark. shadows never scared him and of course harold was around but it was never home that he needed a guide. 

after pulling down a few thicker blankets and changing into a pair of thick sweats the man brought them into the room and spread them over harlow. “you don’t mind a night of snuggling to stay warm now do you?” knowing the obvious answer of course and taking it upon himself to move closer to her before wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, running his hands against her skin and hoping the power would never kick back on, he was fine just like this.