#ignacio vidal ~ thread

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain said -> "You are doing all of this on purpose. To get a rise out of me."

"I couldn't care less, actually." Iggy replies coldly, his expression worse than unreadable — it was empty. The truth is that he's let Aven get too close. The blond has wormed his way under Ignacio's carefully crafted armor and nestled himself in close to the one tiny glowing ember inside of him. Aven's been tending to that ember, trying to turn it into a spark — a fire — akin to the one in his own chest, but Iggy won't allow i, keeps pushing Aven away. He can't condone someone like Aven wasting so much time and effort and energy n him. "I told you to cut it out, and I meant it. Now, I don't want to see you unless it's for work. So, if you don't mind, get the fuck out." He hated how it hurt him to say the words, hated even more that he couldn't muster up the conviction to throw behind them.

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Iggy’s got a complicated relationship with emotions in general, particularly positive ones. He didn’t get to see a lot of that growing up, only saw the bad side of what love could do, and he’s feared that ever since. He’s never let anyone get close enough to him to fall in love, always like a feral cat ready to bite the fingers that feed him. It’s been safer that way. Love hurt. It left ugly fucking scars and irreversible damage. He didn’t want that for either of them, least of all Aven who seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve.

Ignacio’s whole body tenses up, he doesn’t know what he’s expecting but that little expression on Aven’s face is the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen. It softens him, and the tension releases from his body like air out of a balloon. He sighs. “No, I suppose I don’t need to get it. And the last thing in the world that I want is for you to try and fuckin’ remind me of why every single day of my life.” The only person who had ever loved Iggy before had been his mother, and that had been complicated, hadn’t it? Maybe, in his own way, Armando loved Iggy, too, but that was also complicated, hard to gauge, and nothing at all like whatever was going on between himself and the blond Irishman. “I don’t need anything, I just don’t get it. I don’t think I’m very lovable, and, before you get any ideas, I don’t need you explaining to be me why that’s not true. I’ll just accept it for what it is.” If he was capable, that was.

When Aven moves in closer, Iggy’s first reaction is to move away, but he doesn’t. He sits firmly rooted to the spot and regards the other with an unreadable expression. He’s entirely still as his face is kissed until those lovely lips meet his, and then Iggy purses his own, kisses Aven back very gently, his arms draped around the back of the sofa. He lets one fall around Aven’s shoulders and scoops him in closer, their bodies pressed together now so he can fully feel Aven’s warmth. He says nothing about how far they’ve come, finds it hard to look at head on, and, instead, moves onto the next comment. “I don’t doubt it. You strike me as a fuckin’ loon.��

If given the choice to turn his feelings off, Aven would do it without hesitation. His love for Iggy has done nothing but cause problems for both of them. He loathes how much he's changed, how pathetic he's become for a fucking man, of all things. A man that pushes him away at every opportunity. A man that isn't as expressive or reciprocal as Aven would like. A man that doesn't want to be loved. And yet that makes Aven love him more. Funny how that works.

The silence stretches between them, making it hard to breathe. The blond tries to brace himself for an explosion that doesn't come. Instead he's met with a shocking glimpse of vulnerability as they lock eyes once more. His lips fall into a small 'o' as he blinks at Iggy. The silence before he answers is the shortest yet. "Do you need to get it? I can try explaining better. Or, like, reminding you every day that I love you and why I do. If that's what you need." Was it love in general that Iggy didn't get? Or why Aven loved him in particular? Either way, Aven hoped Iggy would understand eventually.

He takes the love declaration as an invitation (because of course he does). Aven shifts closer to Iggy, making himself at home in the other man's personal space. A smile brightens his features as he presses a gentle kiss to Iggy's cheek, then his jaw, then finally his lips. His eyes are sparkling as he pulls back, leaving only a few inches between them. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that. Look how far we've come - how far you've come. I'm so lucky. Try to wrap your head around the fact that I'm not going anywhere. If you run I'll chase after you like a lunatic and that's just not a very good look for me."

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[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain didn't ask for this

It's only after Iggy's done losing himself entirely in the dance that he notices familiar faces at the venue. The sight of Aven makes his stomach sink like a rock. He's got sweat beading down his temples, the center of his chest — exposed because of how far down the buttons go. He suddenly wants to cover up, disappear, but that's not his style. Instead, he swallows it down — compacts it 'til it's almost nothing, and keeps his gaze focused on Aven. He takes a shot off a passing tray, downs it, then moves across the space until he's in front of the blond. He has a curl hanging in his face, the exposed parts of his body glistening from sweat. "Are you fucking stalking me?"

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain said -> "I know we agreed to keep things platonic, but I can't ignore how I feel anymore. I love you, and I understand if you don't feel the same way."

They've been fucking around for weeks, and Iggy's really getting used to the little arrangement they've got going. Historically, Iggy's been pretty bad at picking up dates if only for his piss poor attitude and blunt nature. He doesn't mind, though, he's always been a bit of a loner, can't stand most people for more than a few minutes. But he finds the annoying Irishman to be endearing, finds himself smiling at at the things Aven says, laughing at his jokes sometimes, too, who the fuck is he, anyway? So, maybe Aven's growing on him a little bit...

He can hardly admit to himself that he likes Aven halfway enough to call him a friend much less anything else, so when the blond confesses what he's feeling, Ignacio's gut reaction is to stand up and walk out. And he does. He just... gets up and leaves, shaking his head and lobbing a hateful look at Aven as if to say how dare you ruin this?

He walks out of Aven's apartment and down the stairs, cursing under his breath as his trembling hands shove a cigarette between his lips. He barely gets the thing lit, is almost to the last step before reaching the parking lot when he turns around, looks back up... imagines Aven sitting there with that kicked puppy look. Something tugs at his heart strings, like pulling the starer cord to a lawn mower, and he curses again. "God fucking dammit." He says, taking the longest drag ever off the end of that cigarette as he stomps back up the stairs, marches right back into Aven's apartment. And there he is, sitting right exactly where Iggy left him, looking as sullen as one should expect after such a detached rejection.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" He asks, angry. "You gotta go and ruin a good thing?" He huffs, folding his arms across his chest, and just stares at Aven for a beat. It takes just half a minute for Iggy to relax enough to let his arms fall to his sides, and he heaves an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. "You don't fucking love me, don't say dumb shit like that." He pauses, screws up his face — all this energy is coursing through him and he doesn't know what to do with it. "Maybe... maybe you're catching feelings for me, but cut it the fuck out, right now."

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Pre Match Thread: Valencia vs Barcelona [La Liga]

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It's been in recent conversations with those two closest to him — Armando and Yasmina — that Iggy's been able to come to the conclusion he's at. He was already thinking it, but they cemented it. You can't love somebody, Iggy... and Are you capable of giving him what he wants? There are other chides and questions and comments that stand out in his mind as he remains steadfast in front of his lover... or ex?lover? He isn't sure anymore because it seems like Aven is making his own rules. "Stop." He says, but there's a crack in his voice, a little crease in his brow as he sets his jaw and tries to control his emotions. Everyone's right, he's only ever hurt any poor fucker who's tried to get close, it's best to cut this off before it gets deeper. But Aven already looks so wounded, and Iggy's instinct is to reach out and grab him. Something in his body language stumbles for a moment, he takes a half-step forward then shakes his head, and purses his lips, looking very much like he's having an internal conflict. "I don't want you to love me." It's a fucking bold faced lie and he knows it, wonders if it's obvious the moment it leaves his lips. He usually doesn't have to worry about how his expression looks, what it's giving away, because he's so practiced, and he's used to telling hard truths. But this isn't the truth. And maybe he's not so good of a liar. "You need to go..." But, still, Ignacio makes no move to rush this process along and instead continues looking at Aven with that stupid expression.

Iggy's words strike Aven violently, leaving gashes across his chest. The fact that he's emotionless while he attacks makes it even worse, like he's poured acid right into the wounds. Aven hates how small he feels, how crushed. He's used to getting what he wants - WHO he wants - and there's no one he's wanted like Ignacio. Every rejection thus far he's been able to take in stride. This feels a lot bigger. "I don't understand, we were making progress," he exclaims with a furrowed brow. He can keep it together, he won't let Iggy see him cry, though the threat of a sob burns in his throat. "I think I do mind, actually. Quite a lot. You don't get to do this shite to me when I've been going out of my way to fucking tend to you and try to build something for us. You can be as mean as you fucking want but it does nothing to change how you feel about me. Stop being such a coward and let me love you."

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Iggy waits for the answer, his brow furrowed as he focuses his gaze on the other man, wondering what kinds of cogs and gears are turning up there. He knows it's probably for his own sake, probably that Aven is looking for the right words to say so that he doesn't set Iggy right the fuck off, which is easy to do. Easier than setting a fire in an oxygen tank, one errant spark of static and everything goes boom! Still, his irritation begins to mount with the lack of an answer, almost worse than anything the blond could possibly say, and then he's talking, confessing. I love you. Yeah. Yeah.

"Right." Iggy replies, setting his jaw and turning his head so that his good eye is completely out of Aven's sight meaning he can't see the blond at all. Iggy doesn't know what to do with it, the weight of Aven's love. "I don't get it." He says after a long beat, not nearly as long as Aven had taken but uncomfortable in its expanse all the same. He turns his head and looks at Aven again, his expression sad somehow, like he feels sorry for Aven for being stuck in this situation. "I love you, too."

@thefvrious asked: ❛  why don't you give up on me like everyone else?  ❜

Iggy's question is a loaded one. Trying to answer it without causing an issue between them is like trying to navigate a minefield - odds are good one of them is getting blown to smithereens. His brow creases as he tries his best to come up with something he can say that won't result in Iggy leaving, nor anything that isn't true since lying to the other man is out of the question. The minutes keep ticking by until Aven just goes for it. "Because I love you. And I'm not the type to give up on someone I love." The answer comes out gently, maybe softer than Aven's ever spoken to Iggy before. He isn't the type to love like this often, they both know that. The bond between them is special and only growing more intense by the day. "You're so much more than you realize and I think that makes you, like, extra deserving of being loved... Please don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest with you. We don't have to talk about it, you can forget it if you want, but fuck, Igg, I have no intention of ever giving up on you."

[thefvrious]

Iggy is well aware of Aven’s reputation — it precedes him in just about every room he walks into. But, in all the time that they’ve known each other, he’s never gotten the hint from the blond that he likes to dance, otherwise Iggy might’ve been more careful about where he went, perhaps he’d have found places to dance outside of the city so they could avoid this. Too late, though. The universe had other plans, and, now, one of the things that he held closest to himself lay out in the open not only to the only person who made him feel a little vulnerable but two of his fucking goonies, too. That last part irritated Iggy more than the rest, and his expression darkened as his gaze slid over to the men at the bar then back to Aven, unamused. “Doesn’t look like any fun.” He replies flatly, reaching over to take the blond’s sloshing drink from his hand and down it all in a series of gulps all while maintaining that eye contact. When he’s finished, Ignacio hands the glass back over and sighs, satisfied. “A long time.” Iggy says, shrugging his shoulder. He’s not ready to reveal such details about himself — might never be. The question of lovers, though, that has him staring holes right into Aven. It had taken months for Iggy to even sleep with the blond, over which time Iggy had grown to tolerate [and maybe even like] Aven a little bit. He wasn’t in the habit of picking up random strangers. “Yeah, my hoard of lovers come from my dancing.” He sucks his teeth, shakes his head. “What’s it matter to you?”

Aven loves to party, it's not a secret. He also loves to drink, playing right into that Irish stereotype. The problem is that he gets bored very easily, so he can only fuck around in the same environment for so long before he has to find something new to do. His latest fixation is dancing - no, not drunken club dancing, but real dancing, the kind that takes skill. Sometimes he comes just to drink and watch the talent, and other times he's right out there with them. The last person he expects to see in such a place is Iggy, yet there he is. And holy shit he's actually an incredible dancer. Aven watches him with his mouth agape, though he's careful to snap it shut just before they make eye contact. He isn't sure if he's supposed to approach the older man or pretend he never saw him (what would piss Iggy off more?) but before he can decide what to do Iggy is approaching him. Well fuck. "Get the fuck over yourself, sweetheart. I'm just out having fun with the boys," Aven gestures to the men sitting near him, the drink in his hand sloshing with the movement. "You got a monopoly on dancing that I don't know about? I'm allowed to be here same as you. Though I'm mighty curious... since when do you dance? Is this where you pick up your lovers?"