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xmagicxshopx · 4 years

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💋 Often 💋

Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy Rating: M (smut) Warnings: strip club, oral (f receiving), protected penetrative sex Pairing: stripper!jungkook x reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This is a project and collaboration by myself, @katebacks and @taevjim Mine is based on the song Often by The Weeknd

Summary: She asked me if i do this everyday, i said often. Asked how many times she rode the wave, not so often. Bitches down to do it either way, often. Baby i can make that pussy rain, often.

Routine.

You were all about the routine. It was what you knew and what you were comfortable with; the different and the unknown being your two biggest fears in life. You had a routine. A simple five-day, nine-to-five job that paid you well. A morning schedule of get ready for work, coffee and bagel for breakfast, feed the cat, and drive exactly 20 and a half minutes to get to work. Your evenings were no different as far as having a set schedule. Come home, feed the cat, pop dinner in the microwave, eat, chill, sleep.

All of your friends and family, even your coworkers, tried to gently and kindly nudge you into mixing your life up a bit. Add some spice to it. Broaden your horizon. But you were just fine with the way things were. You didn’t need any spice in your life and your horizon was as broad as you wanted it to be. Your belief? Don’t fix it if it’s not broken and your life wasn’t broken in the slightest. Everything was just peachy. You were happy and that’s what mattered most, right?

Or were you happy?

You scoffed at your reflection in your bathroom mirror as the self doubt started to creep into your brain like an ominous fog. Of course you were happy! Why wouldn’t you be??? Brushing off the sudden wave of doubt that managed to fill your very core, you continued getting ready for work before heading out the door. But of course not before feeding your cat at exactly ten minutes till eight.

Upon walking into the office, you noticed that it was just another day. Everyone already at their desks typing away in their little cubicles while papers could be heard shuffling around into neat, organized piles. The copier buzzing away as it performed the tasks asked of it. You liked this. This was your comfort zone. Routine was good. Everything was good. You had just put your purse away and went to sit down at your desk when one of your coworkers popped up over the top of your cubicle.

“So, girl friend! It’s a Friday and I’m taking you out whether you like it or not. Be ready by nine!”

Wait what???

“But---”

“Wear something slutty, too.”

Okay, yeah. Because that was totally your style. As your coworker went back to her own work, it was now your turn to carefully climb onto your desk on your knees so that you could look over the other cubicle. Scoffing softly, you tried your best to argue over why you couldn’t go out with her tonight.

“But Gigi, I don’t have anything like that and besides, I go to bed by nine. I need my beauty sleep.”

You knew your words were weak and sounded feeble even to your own ears. What kind of excuses were those??? Well, in your defense, you really didn’t have anything in your wardrobe that Gigi would consider ‘slutty’ and the both of you knew this. With a soft huff, your coworker simply rolled her eyes and said with a confident grin,

“Fine. I’ll lend you something to wear. We’re similar in size and body build so it’ll totally work. And tonight you’re skipping out on that beauty sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to recover over the weekend.”

Just as you were about to try and come up with yet another lame excuse, Gigi continued in addition,

“And today you’re not driving home. You’re driving to my place. I’ll give you the address and we’ll make a whole evening out of it. We’ll order take-out and stuff our faces so that the food can absorb the alcohol we’re gonna tank ourselves in tonight. It’s gonna be a blast!”

Somehow you highly doubted that. None of that sounded like a fun time to you. Well maybe the take-out part. Pouting in both defeat and confusion, you couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into your coworker. You and Gigi weren’t official friends or anything so why was she doing this for you? Why put so much effort into someone who didn’t want it? With a soft huff, you muttered in defeat,

“Fine.”

It was all you could think about during the day while you tried to focus on work. Sure you knew there’d be a lot of time spent in the safety of your coworker’s home, but then where could she possibly be taking you that had to wait till after nine at night? Wait----She mentioned alcohol. Ugh. It was probably a club. Gross. Loud music, sweaty body odor every time you turn around, the stench of cheep beer. Ugh. That was not your idea of a fun night out. You didn’t even dance. You don’t even dance in front of your cat!

Before you knew it, it was five o’clock and time to pack up for the day and start the weekend. Normally, you’d be treating yourself to some drive thru food and just staying indoors till you had to leave for work the next Monday morning. However, thanks to Gigi, those plans had changed and you still weren’t all that excited about it. Pouting like a child who hadn’t gotten her way, you trudged yourself out of your cubicle to see a beaming Gigi by the elevator waiting for you.

“Don’t look so glum, we’re gonna have a great time!”

“Why are you doing all of this? You hardly know me.”

Just then, the elevator made a bell sound indicating that it had finally reached the floor you were on and the doors opened up for the both of you. As the two of you stepped inside, Gigi pressed the lobby button before clearing her throat a bit shyly and replied in a small, sheepish tone,

“I just hate to see you missing out on life, you know? I’m still new in town and I don’t have a lot of friends and you’re the only one who’s shown me any sort of kindness. I really appreciate that so I know you’re a good person and I just.....I dunno. This is going weird. Just go with it, okay?”

Never before had you seen your coworker so awkward. Gigi was always strutting her stuff with her body language screeching ‘confident’. To see her so shy and sheepish like this was new for you but somehow, you found yourself smiling and feeling touched. Suddenly feeling quite timid yourself, you cleared your throat and said softly,

“Well, I don’t know how good of a friend I’d make, but we can be friends if you want?”

You weren’t expecting the loud squeal of joy followed by the near tackle to the elevator floor as Gigi practically flung herself at you. It never dawned on you just how lonely your coworker must feel after moving to town. An area where she knew absolutely no one. No wonder she was overjoyed to hear your words. Awkwardly patting her back, you smiled up at the elevator ceiling before the doors finally opened again and brought the two of you out into the lobby.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, girly! I just know it! Dinner’s on me tonight, okay? You can pay for your drinks but dinner is definitely my treat. Come on, I’ll just meet you over at your place so you can leave your car and then we’ll drive together over to my place in my car.”

Everything was happening so fast and you definitely weren’t used to it. You preferred life in the slow lane but dang. Gigi was making that a thing of the past. Perhaps it was just her happiness of having made a new friend that caused her to be live like a wire and talking 90 miles a minute? Either way, before you could blink, you were giving her directions to your house and dropping your car off so that you could hop into hers.

During the ride to Gigi’s place, the two of you discussed what to have for dinner. Turns out she was indeed taking you to a club later tonight so alcohol was on the table as well. You could only imagine what a light weight you must be considering the fact that you really didn’t drink much. You were more of a celebratory drinker. Things like holidays and such. Otherwise, you never touched the stuff. You preferred your teas and coffee.

After deciding on Korean BBQ, the two of you placed your orders and had it delivered to Gigi’s place where the two of you eventually dug in; getting sauce all over your faces and laughing at each other over how messy the two of you looked. It was nice. This was nice. Something that you really didn’t think you’d feel based on your previous mindset. Perhaps getting out and socializing wasn’t so bad? This wasn’t so bad.

However, as the night hours passed, the hurdles only got more and more difficult to get over.

“Can’t I just go in what I’m wearing???”

“Girl----You’re wearing work clothes. No one goes to a club in their work clothes.”

The blush on your face was enough to zip your lips as you let your coworker now turned friend do her thing. Work her magic, you supposed. Would you even look right wearing something other than your usual conservative attire? Subconsciously nibbling your bottom lip in worry, you watched Gigi as she started pulling out pieces of clothing to inspect them, only to put them right back. You knew it. Nothing was going to look right on you. This just wasn’t your bag.

“Ha! Found it!”

Dang it.

Trying not to pout too loudly, you watched the girl whip out a dress that looked way too form fitting for your liking. It was drenched in sequins and jet black. Well....black went with everything, right? At least it was a color you were used to wearing as most of your work clothes were black. Perhaps that was what Gigi was going for? Something that she knew you’d at least be somewhat comfortable with due to the familiarity of it. If that was the case, then you were extremely grateful and liking this newfound friendship more and more.

“Okay so you’ll be wearing this and I have some stockings for you too. Once we’re dressed, we’ll put on some makeup.”

“Makeup?”

“Yes, makeup. We’re going to a club, girl! We gotta look pretty for those boys.”

“Boys?”

“You’ll see, girl friend.”

You simply whined and pouted with sagged shoulders as Gigi flashed you a cheeky smile and wink in return. This was too much. Yet at the same time......you were......curious? Yeah. That was it. Definitely not excited. Just curious. Still pouting, you went to work on unzipping the dress she handed you and started to carefully step into it. Gosh it really was form fitting, wasn’t it? Your cheeks flared up in embarrassment but went ahead and had Gigi zip you up.

No turning back now.

Once the both of you were dressed, it was time to put makeup on. You had quickly informed the girl that you didn’t know the first thing about makeup which didn’t come as a surprise to either of you. In fact, Gigi had full intentions of doing your makeup as well as her own. You weren’t sure if you should have felt insulted or comforted. In the moment, you were more relieved than anything because if you were in charge of doing your own......you’d just skip out on that step altogether.

“Okay, so I’ll have you watch me first and then I’ll do yours. Just in case you ever decide you want to try and do your own someday.”

The probability of you doing your own makeup one day was slim to none but it was still sweet of your coworker to say such things and offer such advice. With all the products Gigi had spread out on her bathroom counter, you figured this would take awhile. No wonder she was starting so early. You could only imagine how much all of those products cost her. It looked like a small fortune scattered all over the counter. But it wasn’t like you’d know.

However, you did as she asked and decided to watch and it wasn’t till it was over that you realized just how wrapped up you were in watching her. It was like watching a painter perform art with Gigi’s face being the blank canvas. You had no idea watching someone apply makeup could be so.....fascinating? Interesting? You weren’t quite sure of what word you were looking for but you found yourself blushing when she caught you being quite involved in paying attention.

“Okay! Your turn, girly!”

So there you stood with her applying all kinds of products to your face. You were pretty sure she put at least three different kinds of things on your lips. Something about a foundation layer and then eventually topping it all off with some gloss. Dunno. You got lost with how fast she was going through it all. Gigi knew what she was doing and that much was clear. Once she was done with your lips and you could talk freely, you couldn’t help but ask in a small and timid voice,

“So how did you get so good with makeup?”

“Oh I used to work in one of the malls and my sole job was to do people’s makeup while introducing them to the latest products. It was fun for the longest time but it didn’t pay enough. So I moved here when a job opening came up.”

Wow. You knew exactly what type of employee she was because you’d always eyeball the young girls getting their makeup done just for the fun of it while you roamed the racks for new work clothes. No wonder Gigi was so good at this. It had been her job for the longest time. You felt the need to at least give her some kind of tip but you knew right away that she’d never take it; insisting that she was no longer on the job anymore.

“There! We’re ready to par-tay!”

‘Yay.....’

Gigi said that it would be pointless to do either of your guys’ hair so you two just simply brushed it a bit and let it hang loose. Having only your bulky purse, Gigi kindly offered you a clutch purse that went with your dress perfectly; offering to keep the rest of your belongings at her place to keep them safe. But you had all the important stuff in the clutch and that was good enough for you.

The two of you would take an Uber so that the both of you could get trashed as Gigi so elegantly put it. You highly doubted you’d drink enough to get wasted but it was a smart idea. This way you could just go straight home in case you wanted to leave before your friend was ready. You had the feeling you’d be leaving way before she did.

Upon arriving at the club, you could feel your body going into some kind of panic mode. Eyes wide, face flushed with heat, and you’re pretty sure your heart is swimming in your stomach. Perhaps you shouldn’t have ate so much. The possibility that you could puke was high at the moment. Looking all around you, were strippers. The majority of them female but you could spot a few males and good lord. Your eyes. Your poor poor eyes. In a shouted whisper, you scolded the girl next to you.

“You brought us to a strip club!?!!?”

“Don’t act so mortified. Lots of people go. See?”

“I’m not one of those people, Gi!!!”

But all you got was a coo in response as your coworker-turned-friend squished your cheeks together at the cute nickname you had just subconsciously given her. Before you could further complain and even rush out the door, you were being dragged to the bar area. Good lord. There were naked and half naked people everywhere. How could anyone call this fun??? It was barbaric!! With cheeks still flushed in shock and now embarrassment, you simply let Gigi order the drinks for the two of you so that you could try to pull yourself together.

It was going to be a loooonnng night.

With a couple drinks in your system, you were definitely starting to feel it. A light weight. You knew you were a light weight but dang. Allowing the tipsy Gigi to guide you over to a table close to the stage, you didn’t find yourself whining at the idea of being so close up to someone who was going to strip right in front of you. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with your brain and you just didn’t have the energy to care anymore. You were stuck here so might as well make the most of it, right?

And then he walked out.

If you weren’t so out of it thanks to the alcohol, you would have had better control over your bodily functions. Like trying to prevent from drooling all over yourself. He was absolutely gorgeous. And that was putting it lightly in your opinion.

His facial features reminded you of a rabbit but he was anything but cute right now. Those doe eyes of his were sharp yet hooded as he put on a show of pure seduction while on stage. Yes. This man was a stripper but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. Your embarrassment was traded in for fascination as you watched him saunter his way to the center of the stage.

Dark locks hung in front of his beautifully handsome face and the product used in it made it appear as if he had just gotten out of the shower and his hair was still wet. It wasn’t the only thing wet right now as you tried to press your thighs closer together. Good lord. What age were you? Sixteen? Subconsciously licking your dry lips, you watched as he began to unbutton the sleeves of his dress shirt.

Yes. He was fit for all purposes of the word. You could tell this guy went to the gym often because of the way his muscles bulged within the confines of his outfit. His dress shirt had some sort of sequins in it that made it sparkle under the harsh lighting of the stage. It was like he himself was sparkling in all his gorgeousness. You truly had never seen such a more handsome man before. Not even on magazine covers.

As he worked on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, you let your eyes wander further down his body. God his thigh muscles. How on earth did he even fit in those pants? They looked painted on! The next thing you knew, he was pulling the hem of his shirt from the confinements of those skin tight pants. If you weren’t certain he went to the gym before, you were absolutely positive now.

After watching him allow his dress shirt to fall on the stage floor, you were definitely drooling at this point. In fact, you were so wrapped up in watching this mysterious man perform that you didn’t even notice Gigi leaving you to your own devices. Had you been paying her any mind, you would have pouted at her smug expression of victory as she moved back to the bar for another drink.

With the man now shirtless, you took your good old time admiring his freshly exposed skin. He was perfect. You were pretty sure no other man could be as perfect and flawless as him. At least appearance wise. If this guy wasn’t proud of his body, then he should be. From the looks of things, perhaps he was a little too proud. You were a little drunk but you weren’t blind drunk. You could be blind and still be able to see the confidence that radiated off of him in waves.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for him to walk off the stage and into the crowd.

Walking right towards you.

Wait what????

Your eyes widened in shock as he strutted his way over to you. There was no mistaking that it was you he was after because there was no one else at the table you were sitting at. No. His eyes were all on you and the heat was spreading from your face, all the way down your neck and to the tips of your ears. Gosh this was so embarrassing! Where was Gigi!?!? Your heart pounded in your ears over the music as the man slowly held out his hand for you to take.

As if you still had no control over your own body, you found yourself placing your shaking, clammy hand in his own. Gosh his hands were big too. You felt so small at the realization as he gently gripped your hand in his. The next thing you knew, you were being swiftly pulled from your chair and twirled around only to land in a solid, hard lap. You were sobering up pretty quickly. Or at least it seemed like it.

Dear god this was so mortifying!!

“The name is Jungkook. I’m guessing from the frightened look on your face, you don’t come here often. Would I be guessing correctly, beautiful?”

God you needed to say something, anything, but you were just too shocked and embarrassed by your current situation that all you could do was part your lips but no sounds came out. Your eyes did all the talking as they stared into his own; yours full of helplessness and yes you were definitely scared. A shirtless stranger had you in his lap like it was no big deal. Handsome, sure, but still a complete stranger. He smiled and chuckled softly in endearment before carefully helping you off his lap and back to stand on your own two feet.

“I’ll take that as a yes. But worry not, beautiful, you’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you. Here, take this and once I’m done performing, hand this to the bartender and he’ll bring you right to me. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

You stood there like a bump on a log as you watched him fish in his back pocket for something. How could he fit anything in those pants besides his hot ass and thighs? Seriously!? Those things weren’t painted on??? Blinking and feeling half numb by this point, you felt him press something into your palm and even helped close your fingers around it. As he walked away coolly back towards the stage to do his thing, you stared down at what was in your hand while fumbling to find your seat again. You definitely needed to sit down right now.

A key. This Jungkook guy had given you a key. It looked pretty antique and vintage, like something you’d see back in medieval times, but you weren’t going to question it. No. The real question was---were you really gonna take him up on this offer of his. Then again.....what exactly was he offering you? A private lap dance? That had to be what it was. Something that you wanted no part of.

Or did you?

Ugh. This was so troublesome. So annoying! Then again.....what did you really have to lose? But what if you couldn’t trust this guy? There was just so many things you didn’t know. Not to mention you were scared of looking like an even bigger idiot in front of him. He probably thought you were some spineless virgin. Granted the spineless part wasn’t far from the truth but at least you weren’t a virgin...

And before you knew it, the man was sauntering off stage back towards the curtains where he disappeared from sight. You almost choked when you realized he had stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs. Was it a shame that you only caught his backside in that state? Wait----Of course not! You didn’t want to see what this guy was carrying around in his pants......

Or did you?

Trying to decide if you had too much to drink or not enough, you sat there for a few minutes longer weighing your options. On one hand, you could go in and see what he was proposing and if you didn’t like it, you could always back out. On the other hand, if you walk away now, you might be missing out on something that you didn’t realize you wanted. Heck, you never imagined you’d start the weekend off with a new friend. Perhaps you really did need to broaden your horizons.

Taking a deep breath, you stood from your chair and headed over to the bar where Jungkook, you’re pretty sure that was his name, had told you to hand the key over. The bartender seemed nice enough as he took the key and nodded his head with a soft ‘this way, my dear’. Oh boy. Here we go. No backing out now. It was now or never. You had half a mind to text Gigi what you were doing but something told you she didn’t miss the whole scene of you sitting in a stripper’s lap.

You were guided through a door that no doubt lead to a backstage type setting but you were totally not prepared for the scene you practically stumbled upon. Girls. So many girls. Some were half dressed while some walked around completely naked. Holy----Your eyes. Again, you weren’t a virgin but you might as well have been considering how warm your face had gotten. Some of them even giggled and flashed you cheeky winks. Oh boy. Apparently privacy wasn’t a thing around here. You could only hope there would be more privacy where you were headed.

Speaking of, after walking down two more hallways, the bartender finally reached a door and used that very same key to unlock a door before cracking it open just enough to let someone know you were here. Of course you could only presume it was Jungkook. Good lord. Hopefully there was no one else in the room. One stripper was all you could handle right now. And heck you couldn’t even handle that!

After the bartender politely bid you farewell, you found yourself gulping down a lump that had suddenly formed in your throat as you stared at the slightly cracked open door. This was it. Supposedly Jungkook was waiting on the other side. What if he was already naked??? Dear god maybe you should just politely decline and catch an Uber home. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea. Get a nice cup of black coffee and some headache pills so that you wouldn’t suffer a hango----

“You can come in, beautiful. It’s safe. I promise.”

Why did he have to sound so soothing and convincing for, huh?! Wishing you had a tall glass of ice water to jug down right about now, you did your best to brace yourself for what was on the other side of the door. Gosh your face already felt like it was on fire. How embarrassing! With a clammy and shaky hand, you put your weight on the door and eased it open further so that you could poke your head inside.

Oh.....

It looked so.....normal? Perhaps even.....casual and dare you say.......soothing?

It was pretty much set up like a master bedroom you’d find in any normal house. There was a mini bar set up with some expensive looking alcohol and drinking glasses already filled. Soft R&B music was playing in the background but the volume was so low that it indeed sounded like simple background noise. You could smell something. It was soothing but you could only guess it was coming from some kind of candle or maybe a diffuser.

“Hello there, sweetheart. I’m glad to see you took me up on my offer. I can assure you, I don’t bite. Unless of course you’re into that kind of thing.”

He was dressed so casually compared to the last time you saw him only moments ago. He was decked out for comfort despite what you believe his intentions were. Dark gray sweatpants and a matching hooded sweatshirt. They looked thin in material so it was probably just to help keep him modest while in your presence. His hair still had that wet look to it thanks to the mountain of products he probably had in it.

“Come sit with me and have a drink. Or would you prefer some water? You look quite flushed.”

“W-Water would be nice, thank you.”

Not realizing your legs had felt like jello, you managed to hobble your way over to the couch where you took a much needed seat. Your hands were still shaking a bit but perhaps it was just from the lingering nerves. The atmosphere really was soothing thanks to the dimmed lights that gave off a warm and soft glow; casting the perfect amount of shadow over everything. You were pretty sure you were smelling lavender and it was a comforting scent for sure.

“Here you go, love. Just try to relax. I’m not here to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. But you looked like you needed to loosen up. Maybe someone to talk to?”

Softly thanking him for the water, you tried not to chug it back but it was hard given how shook up you were. Not to mention your face still felt pretty warm. Perhaps you would have been better off to just splash yourself in the face with it instead. Managing to take a couple gulps without looking silly, you held the cup in your lap before looking over at him with guarded and curious eyes.

“So.....we just sit here and talk?”

“If that’s what you’re comfortable with? I’m at your service. Your wish is my command as the saying goes.”

His soft chuckles filled the room and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling a little. Were all strippers this chill? Now that you thought about it, what made strippers different from anyone else? It wasn’t like they were some kind of exotic creature. They too were just normal, every day humans making a living. It wasn’t like they were a different kind of species.

Maybe this would be okay after all.

“So......you’re not here to give me a lap dance?”

“Oh my god! You’re so cute! I can’t!”

You watched in utter amazement as Jungkook, who had since been siting next to you on the couch, started to curl in on himself while he laughed; carefully holding his glass of whatever alcohol he was drinking in one hand while his other wrapped around his waist. Pouting and semi folding your arms due to the fact that you were still holding a glass of water, you mumbled in your own defense,

“What?! It’s a legit and reasonable question!”

Still pouting while watching and waiting for him to pull himself together, you decided to distract yourself with your glass of water. At least the blush in your face was letting up. Did that mean you were already getting comfortable with him? This guy.......He was like magic in that way. Knowing exactly what you needed to feel comfortable and relaxed. Then again.....he probably did this with everyone he brought back here. You suddenly felt the need to stand rather than sit on the couch.

“I swear, we’re only here to do whatever you want. So if you want a lap dance, I can do that. If you want to just sit here and chill, I can do that too.”

“But......why me? You had tons of other girls out there to pick from to bring back here. So why pick me? Clearly I’m an awkward turtle. Doesn’t exactly scream sexy.”

It was a fair question. A question that you were eager to have an answer for. Watching him closely, you noticed he was rubbing his chin in thought as if he was trying to find the right words to explain his reasoning behind bringing you back here. With a soft hum of said thought, Jungkook took a sip from his glass before replying casually while meeting your eyes,

“I guess you just looked.....lonely? Lost? You looked like you needed this. Clearly you didn’t come to a strip club by choice or at least not entirely. I could feel your tension clear across the stage. I was going to offer you a massage but I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

Okay well that was fair. You couldn’t help but notice how good he was at reading people. Or perhaps you were just simply an open book. Yeah. It was probably that. You had often been told by everyone in your family that you carry your heart on your sleeve and your emotions along with it. Just as you were mentally scoffing at said family, Jungkook’s voice once again broke through your thoughts.

“Tell me, cutie, if it’s not too personal or prying to ask, when’s the last time you got laid?”

Well so much for that fading blush of yours. Granted, you knew you didn’t owe him an answer. Your sex life was your business and no one else’s. However....there was just something about Jungkook that made him easy to talk to. He gave off this aura of comfort and made you feel like you could tell him anything. With your cheeks still rosy and your ears just as red, you timidly sipped from your water again before mumbling in shame,

“Too long ago.”

But rather than laugh at you again, he offered you a sympathetic, lopsided smile; his eyes full of understanding and a small nod to go with it. You were grateful that he had picked up on the topic being a sensitive one for you and therefore respecting your feelings and not wanting to hurt you by poking fun. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he set his glass down on the side table that was on his end of the couch.

“Well, to be frank, I’m more than willing to give you a lap dance if you think it’d help you relax and unwind. I personally think it’d be good for you. You’ve got too much pent up tension there and I think we’re both in agreement when I say everyone needs a good release every once in awhile.”

Was he inclining what you thought he was inclining???

“You mean you want to have sex with me?”

His soft snort of laughter made you pout once more while you subconsciously tried to fan your face. Sure the lighting was dim in the room but was it doing anything to hide your raging blush? With a soft and warm smile, Jungkook couldn’t help but shake his head at you in fond amusement. You really were the cutest. Dramatically raising his hands as in defense or surrender, he said casually,

“All I’m saying is, that I’m more than willing to make you cum, pretty girl. You really look like you need a good release. I have no doubt you’ll feel better afterwards. I’ve been told I have the golden touch.”

Despite your lingering embarrassment, you weren’t too far gone to roll your eyes at his overflowing humbleness. But now you had a decision to make. Clearly Jungkook was a safe guy to be around. He wasn’t some crazy trying to rape you or anything. Or at least you were pretty sure he was a decent guy with a straight head on his shoulders. Absentmindedly nibbling on your bottom lip, you took a moment longer to think about it.

“So......how exactly do you give me a lap dance? Do I sit in a chair or something?”

Gosh you were absolutely adorable. Precious, even. Jungkook swore that if you got any cuter, he was going to have to retire and ask you out on a date. Or at least ask for your number and maybe meet up for coffee. Did you like coffee? You probably did. You looked like a coffee drinker. He wondered what your favorite drink was. Mentally shaking his head and focusing on his job once more, he smiled with his eyes sparkling in warm amusement before saying casually,

“It all depends on what you’re comfortable with, really. I can also easily give you a little show on the bed. Actually, the bed would probably be more comfortable for you.”

He then added with a slightly more serious tone,

“But if you do decide this is something you want to do, just remember that you make the rules in this too. While I have my own set of guidelines, I’m only here to do what makes you comfortable.”

Nodding in full understanding, you bit your bottom lip once more as you decided if this was something you really wanted to go through with. Jungkook really was a handsome young man. You’d probably be stupid to turn him down. And it seemed like he was allowing you to call most of, if not all, the shots in this. He would only do what you asked of him. What you permitted him to do. That alone was comforting enough for you to say----

“So the bed?”

“The bed. Make yourself comfortable, baby girl. I’m gonna take good care of you. Promise.”

Your face flushed pink yet again with a small, shy pout as he flashed you a bright smile and cheeky wink. Good lord you were really going to do this. Okay. Okay. You could do this. You needed this. It wasn’t like you were entirely blind. Of course you needed a good release but you had just never been given the right push to get there. Not to mention it had never fit into your daily routine.

After all, you were all about the routine.

Perhaps Jungkook would become part of that daily set schedule of yours....

“It’s okay to keep your clothes on but you might find yourself more comfortable if you take them off. Just saying.”

He had a point. You were already warm thanks to your permanent blush. This was it. Time to throw all caution out the window and just go for it. You weren’t a teenager having her first time. No. You were a young woman with a body to be proud of. You deserved this. Steeling yourself up with that confident mindset, you nodded and started to undress till you were left in only your black bra, matching panties, and your stockings.

Seeing that you had started to warm up to the idea and was becoming more comfortable with things, Jungkook decided it was his cue to finally get into character while being mindful of your shy nature. He felt like a lion and you were his little lamb. So pure and yet easily frightened. There was just something about you that spoke out to him. He wanted to help you. And that urge confused even himself.

“Okay, beautiful, I’m going to start now.”

With his hands reaching back for his light sweatshirt, he couldn’t resist adding with a smile and a bit of a warm and playful glint in his eyes,

“You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way. Keep those stockings on too.”

While mumbling a soft and shy thanks, you watched him as he did that super hot thing guys do when taking off their shirt. That thing where they magically tug the piece of material over their head from the back. Why was it so hot, anyway?? Was that just something every woman came to accept? It must have worked on you because Jungkook’s soft chuckles filled the room once more. Looking up into his eyes, you noticed he was rather smug and pleased with himself.

“Like what you see, cutie?”

“Well----I mean----You have a nice body. So yeah. I guess I do.”

You hated how choppy your sentences sound but it was like this guy knew how to turn your brain into absolute mush. You were already like putty in his hands and he had only taken his shirt off with those sweatpants hanging perfectly from his hips. Perhaps you really did need to get laid....

Just then, you watched as he started to swivel those very hips in a way that had you involuntarily gulping and pressing your thighs together. The last thing you wanted to do was make a mess of this bed. But then again.....perhaps that was part of Jungkook’s plan for you. He said he wanted to make you cum, after all. You hadn’t realized your throat and lips were so dry till you sucked in a breath at a particularly sudden hip thrust. Oh wow. He was so good!!

You definitely made the right decision to go along with this.

“Touch yourself if you need to, baby girl. It’s okay to explore.”

“I-I’m good. Just ke-keep going-ing.”

You could get used to his warm chuckles of amusement. It felt good to know that he wasn’t really laughing at you in a sense of mocking you. It was more like.....maybe he found you endearing? Whatever it was, you were just glad he wasn’t mocking you or belittling you for your lack of experience in all of this. Despite being a stripper, that certainly didn’t make Jungkook a bad guy.

You could actually see yourself sitting down with him over a cup of coffee. You wondered if he even liked coffee? He seemed like the kind of guy that you might find in a cafe sipping on a nice iced Americano.

“Focus, baby. Try not to let your mind wander or you’ll miss all the fun.”

He must have realized you were really zoning out and getting lost in your thoughts because after blinking mental images of coffee shops away, you nearly choked when you saw that he had stripped away his sweatpants and was left standing in front of you with nothing but his boxer briefs on. Dang he was built! He had to be pure muscle. Had to be!

Unknowingly licking your dry lips and swallowing a new lump in your throat, you decided to make yourself more comfortable by scooting back further onto the bed where you could rest your back up against the pillows and headboard. Once you were in a good spot, you turned your attention back to Jungkook and found he had somewhat of a dangerous smirk on his face. Oh boy....

“You really do look beautiful, baby girl. I can’t wait to take care of you like you deserve. If you’ll have me, of course.”

Not able to find your voice, you simply nodded while subconsciously playing with your fingers in your lap; thighs still pressed tightly together. Grinning, the male made sure to move his hips just right as he approached the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but wonder what his game plan was to take care of you. And that was when he tilted his head to the side in curiosity and asked in a light tone,

“May I join you, lovely?”

“Ye--Yeah.”

“Wonderful. Let me know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

Still not having much of a voice, you simply nodded and watched him approach you like a predator after his prey. That smirk was back as he slowly climbed onto the bed; the mattress dipping under his weight. You could hear your own heart pounding in your ears as the anticipation built. This was your last chance to back out but for some reason you remained silent. Perhaps you really did want this.

The next thing you knew, he was gently running his hand along your one leg while his lips were ghosting up the other. Goosebumps rose from your skin at his touch and yet your core was starting to get hotter and hotter. Perhaps Jungkook really did have the golden touch? You felt your breath catch when he finally started planting actual kisses to your leg; starting with your knee. He was being so gentle and slow. Something that you were extremely grateful for.

“Your skin is super soft, baby. You must take really good care of your body. I can appreciate that in a woman.”

“Th--Thanks. I try.”

Jungkook knew you were extremely nervous despite your agreement to go along with this so he wanted to take things slow and sort of ease you into the whole idea of what he had planned for you. As he finally reached up to your thighs, he couldn’t help but playfully nip at the delicious skin that greeted him. Your little yelp and jump was so cute. With his head nearly resting on your thigh, he couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at you.

Your face was so red and you knew it was. Hardly anything sexy to look at but to Jungkook you were so precious and endearing. He could just eat you right up. Lucky for you that was exactly his plan. Planting a soothing kiss over his little bite mark, he then moved up to where he was eye level with your cleavage but still looking up at you with eyes dark while full of excitement and curiosity. Licking his lips, he asked,

“May I?”

Upon seeing your timid nod of approval, he smiled more warmly before moving his eyes to his latest target. You had really nice breasts from what he could tell. Just the right size, too. Not being able to help himself any longer, he moved till he was more comfortable on his knees and gently took one of your soft mounds into his large hand. Oh yeah. You were soft. And just like that, a small moan fell from your lips. Like music to his ears.

“Don’t hold back, beautiful. I won’t know if I’m doing a good job if I can’t hear you.”

Knowing it was something you enjoyed, he decided to give your other breast his attention as well by using his free hand. With both palms now happily occupied as they slowly massaged your supple mounds, he couldn’t help but let his lips wander. Their next target? Your neck. He briefly wondered if it was a sensitive spot of yours because it would definitely seem your breasts were sensitive. He rolled his thumbs over your nipples and could feel them harden through the fabric of your bra.

“So beautiful. I bet your tits are absolutely divine. Would you let me see them, baby girl?”

You shivered and released a shaky moan as his lips lightly brushed up against the length of your neck. His hands were amazing and he had hardly touched you. There was a small voice in the back of your head that was screaming at you to say no. That this guy was still a complete stranger and had no business seeing your tits. However, this stranger was also making you feel things you didn’t realize you needed or wanted.

“Ye--Ye---Yeah. You can.”

Being careful as if not to frighten you away, he removed his hands from your bosom so that he could slowly and gently reach around you to unclasp your bra. While his deft fingers worked on the clasps, his lips found their way to your neck once more where he started planting soft, open mouthed kisses. Once he freed you from the confines of your bra, he slowly dragged the straps down your arms before taking the thing off completely.

Tossing the black bra somewhere behind him, he couldn’t peel his eyes away from the sight in front of him. You really were quite pretty and he wasn’t just talking about your tits. Although they were nice too. Absentmindedly licking his lips in eagerness, he couldn’t help but mumble,

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, my lovely. Do me a favor and lay down for me. I’m going to worship this body a little bit longer.”

Worship you? It just didn’t sound right to your ears. Then again, your self-esteem always did need a bit of work. Blushing to the point of lightly fanning your face once more, you nodded and timidly wiggled in between his legs so that you could comfortably rest your head on the pillows. Staring up at him with your eyes full of curiosity yet uncertainty, you asked shyly in a small tone,

“What are you gonna do?”

You poor thing. Had no one really ever treated you to something like this? And he wasn’t even going all out. For some reason, it really irked him at the thought that no man had ever truly took time to appreciate your body like this. However, not wanting you to think he was grumpy with you or having second thoughts, Jungkook wore a warm smile with softened eyes and spoke sincerely but with a hint of teasing in his voice,

“Well since you look positively delicious, I was thinking of eating you.”

Not giving you time to respond, he added slowly while his lips drew closer and closer to your bosom,

“First, I want to suck on these pretty tits of yours. Then.....”

You watched with a slightly heaving chest as he gracefully crawled down your body till his lips were just centimetres away from the waist line of your panties. His intense staring of your core was making you squirm and a soft whine slipped out before you could bite your tongue. His grin suddenly came back as his eyes flickered to make direct contact with your own.

“Then I’ll eat you out like you deserve. You’re a goddess and that’s how I intend to treat you.”

The next thing you knew, words were flying out of your mouth on your own accord.

“Can we just skip the tits and you eat me out now? I don’t think I can wait any longer. It’s killing me to wait.”

It really had been forever since you last did anything. Whether it be at the hands of someone else or yourself. You were quickly getting used to the permanent blush on your face and your embarrassment was quickly being replaced with impatience as you stared down at him where he was perched between your legs.

Yep. He was going to retire, quit stripping, and sweep you off your feet; carrying you out into the sunset to live happily ever after. You were just too freaking cute for words. He liked them shy and innocent because then he could completely ravish them till they were ruined and begging for more. You were totally his type. Grinning like a fox, he teasingly gripped the waist line of your panties between his teeth and tugged only to let them snap back against your skin before saying in a low tone,

“Well I did say your wish was my command.”

It wasn’t till he was lifting himself up to rest on his knees and thighs that you realized just how worked up you had gotten. The sexual frustration was starting to get the best of you; especially as you were sobering up pretty quickly. Not having realized that you had spread your legs for him at some point in the game, you simply spread them wider so that he’d have plenty of room to do whatever it was he had in store for you.

That fox-like grin still on his face, Jungkook couldn’t help but lean back down onto his elbows so that he could gently nuzzle your chest before planting soft kisses around your nipples. You were torn between whining and moaning as you both enjoyed the touch but also grew all the more impatient for where you really wanted him. After releasing a soft groan of pleasure, you couldn’t help but gently tug on his soft locks in warning while saying in a whining tone,

“Jungkoooook. Stoooop. You said you’d eat me out now!”

His rock hard body shook gently against your own as he chuckled at your adorable display of impatience. He was pleased to see you finally letting go and allowing yourself this moment. It had been a task and a half, but he finally got you here. Planting one last kiss to the underside of your breast, he slithered down your body like the seducing snake he could be and finally started planting kisses down your stomach to the waist line of your black panties.

“I’m sorry, love. But I can’t help myself. You’re just too beautiful not to admire.”

However, playtime was over. Gently tapping your thigh, he gave you the cue to lift your bum so that he could slip off your panties more easily. With a blink of an eye, you were left with nothing but your stockings which Jungkook had insisted you keep on because it made you look all the more sexy to him. You couldn’t tell if his compliments were sincere or not but you were so wound up that you didn’t really care at this point.

“God you look absolutely delicious. I can’t wait to taste you, baby girl.”

His words made your walls clench around nothing and it only caused more slick to pool between your thighs as Jungkook had since gotten himself more comfortable between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. Gosh he was so muscular. You could see his muscles bulge as he worked on positioning you right where he wanted you. You both licked your lips as eyed each other with equal amounts of hunger.

You watched him lower his head before feeling his tongue for the first time. Eyes instantly snapping shut, you felt your back arch off the bed and a moan fall from your lips. Yes. Jungkook not only had the magic touch, but he had the magic tongue. You were certain of it. The male gently dug his shortened nails into the meat of your thighs as he too let out a moan of his own. You tasted just as wonderful has he imagined you would.

“God, babe. You’re delicious. You’re spoiling me here. Where have you been all my life?”

“I-I d-d-du-dunno.”

Your thighs started to shake when you felt his tongue flick over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Maybe it was because someone else was touching you but not even your most expensive vibrator could make you feel this good. Needing something to ground you, your hands found their way into his mess of hair and you found yourself gently tugging on the soft locks that lay between your fingers. The action made Jungkook moan and you felt the vibrations with full force.

The male enjoyed having his hair pulled despite how dominate he naturally was. He considered hair pulling one of the many signs that he was doing a good job and that was something that had always been important to him. He enjoyed making others feel good. One of the few reasons he hadn’t quit his job as a stripper. But there was something about you.......He just couldn’t place it.

You really did taste amazing, though. His eagerness was more genuine than for show. Wanting to increase your pleasure, he pressed his face harder into your core, his nose buried in your scent while his tongue got to taste you to the fullest. You were so warm and wet. Jungkook could only imagine how you’d feel around his cock. Which had since grown hard within his boxer briefs. Gosh it was always the cute and shy ones that turned him on the most.

As he went back to teasing your clit and sucking it with hunger, he heard your moans coming to a halt as you half shouted in a desperate tone,

“Jungkook-----I want your cock! Please! I need you in me! Now!”

Well that escalated quickly.

However, he wanted to make absolutely sure this was something you wanted. Pulling his face away from your core, he looked up at you through his eyelashes with eyes that had grown dark with lust. Yours too were just as dark which was a huge contrast to the innocent shine they had shown only moments ago. You suddenly weren’t so shy and definitely not innocent.

You were a total wreck at this point. Your mind was a mess but you knew what you wanted. You had long sobered up from what few drinks you had and you knew this was something you wanted. Something you needed. It had truly been awhile since you last experienced an orgasm and you were long overdue for one. Jungkook, stranger or not, was your ticket to release and nothing was going to stand in your way.

Not even your routine.

“Please, Jungkook. Please.”

“Easy, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’ll take really good care of you.”

Releasing your legs and climbing off the bed for just a moment, he could feel your eyes on him as he fished out a condom from one of the side drawers. You were so wrecked and it was a beautiful sight. Your eyes hooded with your chest heaving. He had hardly touched you. Poor thing, you must be really sensitive.

Climbing back onto the bed, he made quick work of ripping the package and rolling the condom onto his rock hard length. You really did turn him on. Normally, he had to work himself to full mast but you being you.....it was no problem. Perhaps you yourself was magic too. Given his line of work, it wasn’t often he found a client who could turn him on as much as you did.

“You’re going to feel so good around my cock, baby girl. You sure you don’t want me to stre-----”

“No! Please! I’m good. I promise. Just hurry! Want you so bad!”

Jungkook had no doubt that you could have quite the dirty mouth on you if you were to let yourself go far enough. It was almost hard to believe that just mere moments ago, you were this shy young woman who wouldn’t dare do something so scandalous as having sex with a stripper. Yet here you were, desperate under his touch. He loved it. Thrived in it.

The lion had his little lamb right where he wanted her.

Not wanting to keep you waiting any longer, he made himself comfortable between your legs once more before aligning himself with your sopping entrance. You were so beautiful with your face all flushed and chest rising and falling at a slightly rapid pace. Your soft locks sprawled all over the pillow. So so pretty. And all for him. Trying to focus, he slowly eased himself forward till he could feel the tip of his length nudge your entrance. God you were so warm. He could only imagine how wonderful you’d feel once he was fully inside you.

“You’re so freaking tight, baby girl. It really has been awhile, huh?”

“God too long! Too long! Please! Ruin me, Jungkook!”

He knew it. You could be a dirty little girl if you’d just let yourself loose from your own leash. He certainly hoped this wouldn’t be the last time the two of you saw each other. You were a real treat in his book. A treat he wanted again and again. Someone he could easily become addicted to being around if you’d let him.

He could feel your velvety walls clenching around him as you were stuffed full for the first time in a long while. Not wanting you to go into some sort of shock, he gently rubbed your sides with his warm hands in soothing, repetitive motions. Leaning down, he gently planted kisses along your face. Just anything to take your mind off the slight sting he knew you’d feel.

“Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths. You’re right here and I’m not going to let anything hurt you, okay?”

“Ss-s-so full.”

“I know, baby. I know. Bet you’ve never had cock this good, huh?”

“Ne-Never. Never ever. Ss-so good.”

You were already ruined and he hadn’t even moved. You poor poor thing. Depriving yourself for so long of something so good. Well he was going to make sure you didn’t miss out any longer. Feeling your body ease up from underneath him, he took that as a silent signal to start moving his hips. God you felt so good around him. His length involuntarily twitched what little it could while being buried inside your warm wet walls.

“You feel just as good, babe. So warm and tight. Just the way I like it. You were made for me, baby girl.”

Your moans filled the room along with his own as you found your arms wrapping around him to gently dig your nails into his muscular back. You needed something to hold onto despite his slow and easy pace. While you appreciated him taking things slow......you had long since grown impatient. Testing the waters since you really hadn’t done much yourself, you bucked your hips at just the right time so that they collided with his own.

Yeah. That felt good.

With a soft growl of pleasure, Jungkook found himself staring heavily into your eyes as he said in a low and slightly threatening tone,

“Ooohhh. So baby girl likes it rough, does she? Well two can play at this game. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Oh boy.....

And just like that, the male pulled out of you only for him to flip you over onto your hands and knees. All the sounds you could make were soft yelps of surprise before suddenly feeling him ram his hips into yours; successfully sheathing himself deep inside you once more. The action alone caused a loud moan to fall from your lips as you hung your head; body slightly shaking with overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes! Yes, Jungkook! Please! More!”

“Greedy little lamb! So eager for my cock. Gonna absolutely ruin you! Fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name and only remember mine!”

The room became filled with your moans along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as Jungkook pounded into you from behind; his hands gripping your hips till he left marks. You had never been with someone who was so strong. His movements were so powerful that he was making the bed shake as well as yourself. Your moans came out shaky from how he managed to move your body with his powerful thrusts. You then felt him drape himself over your back.

He reached around you so that one hand could massage your breast and play with your nipple while his other hand slithered down to where he found your clit. It had already been a challenge for you to stay on all fours when he started ramming his hips into yours; let alone when he started feeling up your weak spots. God you had no idea you were so sensitive till Jungkook came along. It was like he already knew your body like the back of his hand.

“Jj-Ju-Jungko-oo-ok. I’m cl-cl-close!!”

“Already, baby girl? Surly you can last a little longer till I get there, hmm? Can you wait for me, beautiful?”

Normally, he could care less when his clients came. Sometimes, the sooner the better. But with you? Jungkook was just having way too much fun and you really did feel amazing. However, there was also that little nagging voice in the back of his head whining about how he didn’t want to let you leave. There was so much he wanted to ask you. Hell, he wanted to get to know you. Which he still hadn’t figured out why. Maybe you were just an easily likable person?

Your moans were even cute as you let out all your pent up sexual frustration. However, his strength must have gotten the better of you because he watched your arms finally give out from under you. Acting quickly, he used his own arms to lift you up so that you were leaning back into him; the both of you now on your knees.

With his nose buried in the crook of your neck, he began to place sloppy kisses to your heated skin while an arm wrapped around your chest; massaging your breast while that other hand went back to work on rubbing figure eights into your clit. He could feel your thighs shaking and quivering as he slowly but surely brought you to your end. He could tell you were close from the way your walls clenched around his length repeatedly.

Then you surprised him by reaching back behind the both of you to try and grab at his ass. Well well well. We’re you getting a little brave? He couldn’t help but smile against the expanse of your neck before gently biting down on the skin and sucking it gently; leaving his mark for you to remember him by tomorrow.

“Jungkook!! Please!! Please let me cum!!”

“Go for it, baby girl. Cream all over my cock. Be a good little lamb and cum for me.”

Definitely not needing to be told twice, you could feel the knot in your lower belly finally snap and your release hitting you like a tidal wave. It was so easy and natural for you to scream out his name as your body arched and shook against his own. You were so lost in your bliss that you didn’t realize he had a protective hold on you while he too found his own end; releasing into the condom. Shame you couldn’t have felt him fill you up instead.

The only sounds filling the room were the soft music coming from Jungkook’s phone along with both of your heavy breathing. You could feel his heart pounding against your back as you had to lean against him for support; thankful that he was still holding you up. However, it wasn’t long till he gently pulled himself from you entirely before easing you down onto the mattress like a real gentleman.

“Let me go dispose of this and get a wash cloth to clean you up, okay baby?”

Still floating on your cloud bliss, you simply nodded your head against the pillows while hearing him chuckle once more. You felt like dead weight but it was a good kind of feeling. Whew. How much tension had you really held inside you for all this time? You had no idea how badly you needed this. Sex with a complete stranger. Who would have thought this was how you spiced up your life and broadened your horizon.

Just as your eyes were about to close completely, you heard him come back and ask casually,

“So are you a coffee drinker?”

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whale-shark-queen · 3 years

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Also I wanted to make a post talking about this

N is such a lanky skinny lad. You find a rare candy on the floor in his room but otherwise just from that and how Ghetsis is with him one could probably glean Ghetsis probably kept him on a strict diet to maintain this idea of an ~ideal king~ who was free of worldly wants other than the stuff in his room that clearly must have sufficed for the nearly 20-or so years N was locked in there to keep him 'innocent' and child-like, and that rare candy was probably the one treat N would be allowed as a reward. Or of course, he was keeping it there for his Pokemon friends. But I like to imagine the former, and that N secretly has a HUGE sweet tooth.

I... really think N would be the type to gain weight from getting to eat a lot. And I'm saying this as a chubbo myself who is quite on the fence about fat characters who are shown to love food--

I both hate when anime/anime style games have skinny characters who get to wolf down massive meals and are seen as cute for it despite staying skinny while the fat character has constant food and fat jokes made around them (looking at you, Danganronpa 2 and also Genshin Impact to an extent) but at the same time I adore the 'chubby soff chef/baker' trope (NOT looking at you, Danganronpa 2, my heart is for Twogami only) and the idea of a character who is normally skinny and very active getting to 'settle down' after the rush and adventure of the main story, getting to relax and indulge in their favourite food and snacks without having to worry and getting some pudge, or 'going domestic' if you will. I haven't watched any of the Avengers films past the first and a few clips of others but I'm guessing this is partially what happened to Thor. At the same time I realise, why should I have to justify it? Can fat people not simply be allowed to enjoy food? Can skinny people not simply be allowed to enjoy food without having to 'worry' about gaining weight as if it's a bad thing? And to that I say, yes, of course they can, and fuck the stigma attached to it.

Anyway, I just LOOOOVE to imagine N finally trying out new food on his adventures, or maybe even after he reunites with the TouTous, unlearning the strict ways dear old Dicksis instilled into him and gettin chubby. Like it could go two ways;

On his own he might initially feel too stuck in certain ways and be a bit intimidated seeing so many options and stick to what he knows; fruits, veggies, whatever his Pokemon friends and partners would have; very green and healthy but at the same time very simple, boring and bland. He'd most definitley be intruiged seeing the kind of food other people eat but initially would feel he'd have to resist the 'temptation' and avoid cafes/restaurants all together until he finally reunites with the TouTous who are worried sick about him and see he's all scruffy from living as a hobo for 2 years and probably had absolutely not had a good meal in forever so they sit him down at whatever diner they come to first that's open at 3am and order him a big thicc stack of pancakes (vegan for him, of course, guessing his food preferences as such just to be safe) and start bombarding him with questions about where he's been and how he is and WHY DID HE DISAPPEAR only to pause when they notice him poking it and staring at it rather nervously. How does one even EAT this 'panned-cake'? And surely it all can't be for him!

Of course it's for him, he looks practically starved to death, so he takes a bite and a whole new world has opened up for him, it melts in his mouth and makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, bringing a huge smile to his face, and he inhales the entire stack, excitedly talking about his adventures and catching up with the TouTous. Of course this would go on for a long time and N would probably timidly ask for any other food recommendations while they're there and even though it's probably just cheap 'nasty' stuff they'd try a little bit of everything together and N feels like his mind has been BLOWN. He's missed out on so much!! He's gotta try more! So the TouTous help broaden his horizons by introducing him to all sorts of delicious meals and snacks and N learns to loosen up, enjoy himself and learn it's okay to indulge!

The other way it could go is if N gets the courage to straight up go for it and discovers new food on his own. That same moment of bliss where he tastes something brand new that lights up his tastebuds and makes him realise how much he's missed out on. I've always imagined he probably has money from Ghetsis squirreled away somewhere so as someone who discovers his enormous sweet tooth and loses all self restraint he'd most definitley buy one of everything from some Kalosian bakery and sit in a forest clearing trying EVERYTHING with his Poke-pals and just having a grand old time

Fast forward to reuniting with Touko and Touya where they notice he's plumped up a bit and-- let's be real, on his own N would try to learn all about human views on pretty much anything and would probably feel some anxiety about his weight at some point -- even though it's perfectly natural for Pokemon to do it while hibernating and to keep safe for winter, human society views gaining weight as some kind of moral failing, but of course the TouTous would be more than happy just to see him and would obviously think he looks super cute with a fluffier body they can hug and squish like a tol marshmallow

Just !! AAAA either way the TouTous would 100000% be supportive as well as Cheren and Bianca (who I also hc as a chubby ball of sunshine) who all suggest new stuff for him to try as well. I also like to think N would love to get into cooking himself as well, since he can apply his love of maths and equations to it to try and find the perfect combinations of ingredients to make the most delicious dish that he would also love to share!

Except for that 'mathematical bagel'. It just makes everyone angry looking at it.

(On a slightly serious note, at that point he'd probably lose a bit of the pompousness (which he does have a tiny bit of in bw1) of some of his concepts of 'elegant vs ugly formulas' when it comes to his opinions of a good meal, as in he'd value a simple dish he may have previously considered 'ugly' for being 'basic' and dislike how arrogant and pretentious 'fancier' dishes can be. Like what the fuck is the point of a deconstructed cheesecake, or deconstructed anything! That's just a gentrified version of being a kid who eats all the lunchable bits separate!)

But yes tldr; let N enjoy food! Let N be chubby! Let chubby N enjoy food and cooking!!! Let him be a soff boy who's perfectly squishy to hug and would 100% love to learn how to cook great meals to share!

#n harmonia #natural harmonia gropius #monochromeshipping #vuvuzelashipping #a little bit #pokemon #chubby n #god i love him #precious innocent floofy green baby #angry floff poff #still need a tag for touko #sunshine marshmallow bab #cherry #i really should redo those tags but yeh

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A/N: biggest thanks to @shepherald for being bb’s italian auntie! ilysm!

Friday, 19 July 2019

It had become a tradition for Y/N to walk to the bakery every single morning. The same one, walking the same way, and getting the same thing. She’d get her croissant, say hi to Marco behind the counter, and try to order in Italian, though she never got it right. However, she loved trying each time. This morning was no different from all the rest. Y/N was humming a song under her breath, smiling at someone she recognised as her neighbours downstairs, and they smiled right back. She walked into the bakery, seeing the old man behind the counter again. He gave her a grin, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.

“Buongiorno, Marco.”

“Buongiorno, Y/N.” He put the handkerchief in his pocket, leaning his hands against the surface before him. “What would you like today?”

“Hmm,” she mused, pretending to be thinking it over as she made her way toward him. “Think I’ll just have my croissant, please.”

Marco got to work, picking up a paper bag and getting her a croissant. “You need to try some Italian food one day.”

Y/N sighed, nodding her head ever so slightly. He was very right. She had been to a few restaurants, but she hadn’t eaten anything but pizza. Though Italy was known for pizza and pasta, she knew there was tons of other foods to try as well. She just hadn’t gotten to it yet. And she needed to. What was the point of being in Italy and not doing anything about it? She needed to broaden her horizons.

“What do you suggest?” She asked, watching as he placed the bag carefully on the counter between them.

“Schiacciata first.”

She furrowed her brows. “What’s that?”

“A type of Tuscan bread. You sprinkle olive oil and salt on top and mix the dough with herbs. It is fantastic.” Marco’s eyes sparkled a bit, talking about baked goods really made him show a brighter sort of happiness.

“Like focaccia?”

His face fell. “You don’t compare food.”

Y/N blinked, nodding her head twice. “Would you serve me that then? Or would I have to go to someone else?”

“I’ll make you.” Marco smiled, all forgotten about Y/N’s comment only seconds earlier. He handed her the croissant as she gave him the euros for it.

“You’re too kind.”

“I don’t wanna lose a customer. I’ll make.”

Y/N laughed at that, shaking her head as she started turning around to leave. “I’ll see you around, Marco.” As she reached the door however, Marco’s voice sounded from behind her again.

“My son is getting married next month.”

She glanced over her shoulder, a bit taken aback by the sudden comment. “How wonderful. In Fosdinovo?”

“Yes, it’s the biggest event in town. Everyone is coming.” He seemed so happy talking about this wedding that his otherwise big eyes looked small behind his tall cheekbones. “He and Carina would like you to come, too.”

This more than anything made Y/N halt a little more. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting your son, Mar-“

“-I’m going to be making the cake. You need to come for the cake, Y/N.”

She couldn’t help her laughter. His eagerness for her to come was adorable, and she knew he wanted her to taste his cake so she could give him her opinion – even though she knew next to nothing about food - the gesture in itself was very sweet. If not for anyone else, she would attend the wedding for Marco. On the other hand, it wasn’t everyday you got to go to an Italian wedding. Y/N knew it would probably take her breath away, something she was very ready for already. Her eyes fell to the baker again, and she felt herself sigh heavily.

“Invite Mr Styles, too. He needs to come out of his house.” Marco started busying himself with something behind the counter.

Y/N frowned. “You want Harry to come?”

“Yes,” Marco said, rearranging some baked goods. “Once Mr Styles eats my cake he will be singing around the streets of Fosdinovo till he collapses.”

She laughed again, feeling her stomach grumble as the smell of something sweet and delicious wafted towards her again. “Oh, he won’t be able to resist.”

“Fantastico,” he clapped his hands together, taking the time to stop and look at her for a few seconds. “I will give you an invitation soon.”

Y/N’s hand rested against her stomach, feeling it rumble with another plea for food. “Thank you so much, Marco.”

“Addio.” He waved her off, and she waved back before walking outside into the scorching Italian summer afternoon, ready to walk around the small village once again. She got the croissant out, holding it with the paper bag, and took a bite, savouring it slowly as she just looked around her. The old buildings around her and the feeling of Southern European sun rays on her skin, Y/N knew she was taking it for granted. At the end of next month, she wouldn’t be here anymore. She would be on her way back home to dreary Britain, leaving the cheapest and most relaxed summer vacation she’d ever had.

She got her phone out, snapping a few pictures of the village so she could send them to her mother and Portia. Though her updates of living in Italy had gotten less frequent, she still remembered to send a few pictures every now and again, knowing how much Elaine appreciated it and that Portia was basically living through her right now.

Walking past Ottone Primo, where Gioele’s brother Leonardo worked, Y/N remembered. She saw him taking a fag outside with some of the other employees, giving him a little wave and he gave one back, saying something to her that she didn’t know how to translate. She gave him a smile, he smiled back, and she went on her way. Further on she walked onto the city square, someone playing an accordion somewhere and the smell of something amazing from one of the nearby restaurants. She realised as she stopped, looking at the square she had seen a couple of times in her time living here now, she was really starting to feel at home in this rural Italian village. It was the strangest thing.

Tuesday, 23 July 2019

Wearing the baby blue dress, her grey cardigan wrapped around her waist, her usual light layer of make-up, along with red lipstick, Y/N strolled down towards Harry's house with her croissant in hand. As usual, it was almost too hot out to function properly, and it was even worse now. It seemed that with every painting session, Harry wanted to start a bit later in the day. Y/N tried to understand, try to think of a reason why or what this collection he was painting even was. He hadn't told her anything about it and somehow she doubted he ever would. It wasn't that she needed to know, she didn't want to intrude – no matter the fact that she was the nosiest person alive. She didn't want to cross that line between something professional and personal, a line Harry obviously didn't want to blur. She'd gotten a taste of that already.

Taking a bite of her croissant, she walked up the steep stairs to Harry's house, giving the door three hard knocks. She didn't think he would open right away, as it always seemed to be a problem of his. It was like he was constantly choosing to get to the door late to piss her off. Chewing big to digest the bite best as possible, she jumped a little when the door flew open.

Harry stood there, and as usual, there was a certain kind of... nakedness to him. Now he was wearing a pair of blue dungarees, some yellow paint splotches on his right thigh, and one of the straps undone. Did he always have to walk around almost naked? Wasn't he scared of what his neighbours would see through the windows?

Something in his eyes changed as he saw her today, though. They fell straight to her covered up calves. She looked at him, stopping mid-chew. For a few seconds, she was unable to move. Their eyes met again.

"You're wearing knee socks."

She was. She found them hidden away in her suitcase and thought they would be cute with the blue dress, so she put them on. A defined white line at the very top, slightly transparent all the way down to her white Dr Martens, where the sight of them stopped. If it was a huge problem, she would take them off. It wasn't like she was going to keep them on if it would ruin his painting or whatever. All she wanted was to look somewhat cute. Even though the heat was killing her and she was regretting putting Dr Martens on.

"And?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

Neither wanted to be the first one to look away. So, just staring at one another, they silently challenged the other to give in. Looking at Harry like this however, Y/N noticed the slight trace of gentle freckles over his nose, something she'd never paid attention to before. If you didn't look thoroughly, if you weren't staring at him like this, you probably would have missed it. But just then it was like they were all she saw.

Harry broke eye contact first.

"Seventh rule, don't arrive early."

She remembered the rules he had listed off to her days previous and felt herself roll her eyes involuntarily. "I'm right on time, twat. But," she held a finger up, taking another step down the stairs and away from him. "Don't worry, I'll wait outside till you've had your wank or whatever you're so pressed about me interrupting."

She turned her back on him, sitting down on one of the stairs, glancing out over the landscape that stretched out as far as the eye could see.

"I wasn't wanking."

"It's okay if you were."

"I wasn't bloody wanking."

"Fine."

Y/N ignored him as he closed the door again, obviously going back inside to get himself properly ready. She bit into her croissant again, taking her time and enjoying her delicious breakfast. Italian baked goods hit different when you sat outside in the heat, sunblock smeared on your exposed skin, and a slight layer of sweat gracing your forehead. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment to the fullest. Until the door behind her opened again, Harry carrying all his stuff out. The sound of him closing his door a little too hard was harsh, carrying his stuff by her on his way down the stairs. He put his easel and canvas down, keeping the rucksack on his back as he stared down the road, clearly looking for Gioele who hadn't shown up yet. It wasn't like the driver to ever be late. Y/N looked in the same direction as Harry, though the sound of an engine roaring wasn't heard.

Instead, she glanced over at the painter, taking another bite of her breakfast. Both the straps of his dungaree were done now, the bare skin that had been underneath them was covered up with a tight white tank top. She realised it hugged him just right, showing off his defined muscles so nicely it took her three tries to swallow her bite. Stop that! she shouted at herself inside her head, he's a fucking knobhead! Don't look at him! But she could not help but to notice his pink Converse. The whole outfit seemed almost innocent, so unlike him in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. On the other hand, this was exactly the kind of thing the painter could show up in, so she didn't know why she was taking her time checking him out today.

Just as he turned his head, glancing directly at her, she looked away.

"I wasn't having a wank."

"You know," she swallowed her bite. "The more you keep denying it the more I believe you did."

He sighed, looking down at the brown leather watch on his wrist.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I wasn't having a wank!"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, looking away from him as she took another bite of her breakfast, trying not to snicker into her croissant. Nagging at him like this, pushing every button till he reacted like that, she found it very amusing for some reason. It wasn't nice, not in the slightest, but if they were going to be waiting outside like this, she might as well entertain herself. Swallowing the last of her breakfast, she glanced down the road, looking for a sign of Gioele. However, the red Volvo was nowhere in sight. Harry sighed again, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

"He might just have overslept." Y/N reasoned, picking at some food she'd stuck between her teeth.

Harry's eyes didn't waver from the street which Gioele should be driving up, like if he looked hard enough, the Italian would show up.

She continued to watch him. "Worst case scenario, we have to drive ourselves."

"You have a licence?"

"You don't?"

Harry looked at her and said, "No."

For some reason, that stopped Y/N from answering. She didn't know why it had taken her off guard or what she had expected when she asked that question, but it had certainly not been that.

"What?" He said, turning his body some in her direction. "Is it bad that I don't have my licence?"

"No, not that," Y/N shook her head slightly. "Guess I just... assumed you did."

"Why?"

"'Cause you normally think everyone above 18's got their licence, don't you?"

"Well," Harry looked at his wristwatch again before glancing down the road. "I don't."

She huffed. "Fine."

Reaching for her little purse, she opened it and got some hand sanitiser out, smearing some on her hands. She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

"It's not like I don't have a licence."

She opened her eyes again, blinking once. "You just said you didn't have one."

"I can drive a moped."

"Then you have a licence."

"Not the licence."

She sighed, raising her eyebrows. "What's the licence?"

"Car one, innit?"

Turning her attention back to her purse, she closed it. "You can drive something, so I'd say you've got a licence."

Before Harry could retort any sort of answer, his phone buzzed. Quickly, he reached into the pocket of his dungaree, reading the text he had just received. By the way his face fell - slightly parted lips setting into a tight line and brows furrowing slightly – Y/N could tell he hadn't received good news. With a click, he turned his phone on before hastily typing out a reply.

"What?" She asked, wanting to know what was having him in such a mood.

"Gioele is gonna be here in 30. I don't have the time for that." Harry answered, turning his phone off and putting it back in his pocket.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Though Y/N knew by this point that it was rarely like Harry to give a short response when he had been struck by an idea. Taking a grip of his equipment, Harry ran back into his house, sprinting up the stairs two at a time. He flew by Y/N at such a speed that she felt her hair fly everywhere. Plucking some off her lips, she turned around, watching as Harry came out again, now with a pair of keys in one hand and a bigger bag in the other. She felt herself lean against the railing as Harry came jogging down again after closing the door.

"Put this on." He demanded, laying the bag on the cobblestoned road before he ran off again.

Y/N followed him with her gaze, seeing him disappear down a tiny alleyway beside his house. Completely dumbfounded and not entirely sure what the right thing to do was, she got up from where she was seated on the stairs and walked down to the bag, hoisting it onto her back. It wasn't heavy, but she could feel the canvas along with a smaller bag with everything else he might need. As Y/N heard the familiar sound of water moving around in a bottle, she felt herself sigh. She had been stupid enough to leave her water bottle at the flat. Before she could mourn any longer, she heard something that sounded like tyres against cobblestones. And when she glanced over her shoulder, sure enough, there was Harry with a very yellow moped. The Magnolia Vespa shone so brightly in the sunlight that it almost made Y/N squint a little looking at it. Despite it being shiny, she could tell it was old. It was clear, she thought, that Harry rarely got around unless he made Gioele drive him.

He slid up next to her, handing her the black helmet that came with the moped, and then positioned himself on it. Y/N just stared at him for a few seconds, not really sure what she was making of the situation. Harry used a few tries getting the ignition to finally roar to life, and when that was done, he looked at Y/N who hadn't moved since he'd given her the helmet.

"We're going to be driving that?"

"Yes, now get the fuck on."

She rolled her eyes, taking a minute to get the helmet on properly. Carefully, she threw one of her legs over the moped, trying to position herself comfortably as she knew they had quite the journey ahead of them.

"You need to hold on."

"Was thinking I'd just not."

"Don't take the piss. If you fall off you're gonna get hurt."

This made her look up at him. She could see his slightly tilted head, glancing at her in the corner of his eye, but quickly looking at his house instead when he saw her looking back. She didn't know why the comment had made her halt, but it had. There was something about it that made her cock her head a little, as if Harry hadn't meant for it to come out like that. Hadn't meant for it to come out like... what, exactly? she asked herself, not knowing what she thought she'd heard in his voice for a split second. Worry?

He looked ahead, taking a firmer grip of the handles. "If you want to fall off, don't hold on."

She rolled her eyes, but it was when she leaned forward to get a grip that it dawned on her that what he was referring her holding onto was himself. Hesitating for a second or two, Y/N grimaced a little, feeling weird about touching the painter as she'd never done that before. Did he think it was weird as well? Or was she just overthinking everything? Why was she overthinking this? She usually never overthought anything.

Slowly she leaned forward, her front flush against his back, feeling the very defined muscles there that was hard against her softness. She wrapped her arms around his waist, knowing that with her terrible balance, she'd never be able to hold on unless she held on tightly. A light sort of spicy smell took over everything, she felt one of his curls against her nose. Yeah, she thought to herself, definitely weird being this close to him.

Harry cleared his throat, clearly thinking the same. "Good."

Turning the handle of the moped, the two of them shot forward, and Y/N yelped a little as she felt her body jerk with the motion. She clung tighter to Harry, feeling herself sink further into him. His hair tickling her nose, strong muscles against her arms, tiny waist between her legs. It was hard not to notice absolutely everything about Harry when she was this close to him. She saw the faint freckles on his shoulders, and how they lead all the way down to his knuckles, tender dots of a slightly tanner colour than the one gracing his skin currently. He seemed soft, like he took care of himself. Something Y/N knew most didn't bother doing, but it felt and looked like Harry put in the effort, though, judging by his personality, he didn't seem like the person who bothered.

Harry just... didn't seem to care. It didn't seem to be something he prioritised. Caring for himself and the people around him. But... his skin was so soft...

She bet he didn't even notice how close they were sitting. How her knees, clad in the white of the tall socks, were pressed against his thighs since she was afraid to scrape them against the stone wall of one of the buildings they were driving by. Bet he didn't notice her moving closer to him as she was a little scared they'd fall off. Bet he couldn't smell her like she could smell him.

The loud roar of a trailer driving by them woke her from her reverie. Instead of thinking about bloody Harry, she kept her eyes focused ahead and tried her best not to think about him.

The drive wasn't long, maybe around 15 minutes tops. They drove along the countryside for a while, like they had done some days earlier when they went to the opening in the woods. The vineyards stretched out on either side of them, the occasional house the colour of the gravel around it. Though the sun was beating down on them like it usually did, Y/N barely felt it. The wind kept her cool. She hadn't felt this comfortable outside in the Italian summer heat... ever. Y/N suddenly started smelling the saltiness of the ocean hanging in the air around them. At first she was a bit taken aback, as the thought of them driving towards the ocean hadn't entered her mind once. But suddenly the blue ocean stretched out before them; majestic and endless and glittering in the sunlight. She let out a small huff, the sight too magnificent not to evoke an immediate grin. Harry moved his head a little as her breath met his jaw. She repositioned herself, trying not to trigger him in any way.

A sign showing they were entering Lerici stood on the side of the road, and suddenly they were driving through another town. This one was a little bigger than Fosdinovo, Y/N enjoyed seeing a bigger horde of people around than the few living in the little mountain village. It was nice, this tiny change. She enjoyed just watching as the town zoomed by, taking in the stone buildings, the locals wearing their swimwear, and kids feeding a cat some gelato. It was an endearing sight of Italian culture she knew she'd never get, had she travelled here with the intent to be a proper tourist.

They suddenly started driving up a hill again, and though the moped struggled carrying them both, it managed in the end. The trees weren't as thickly laid, allowing for a stunning view of the ocean beyond them. And it was here Harry finally stopped the moped. He sat put, glancing over his shoulder ever so slightly, waiting for her to get off first before he did. Removing her hands from around him, she carefully placed them on each of his shoulders before getting off the moped. She took the helmet off before finally stretching her knees, arms and back. It felt good to have a straight back again instead of sitting hunched behind a mountain of muscles, holding onto his waist for dear life.

Harry got off as well, looking out over the view as she placed the helmet on the moped for their trip back. She whistled a little under her breath, not able to stop smiling. This was really not a sight one got to see a lot, and she intended to savour every single little moment of it.

"The bag." Harry said, making her blink as she was once again brought out of her own train of thought.

She sighed, handing him the bag she had on her back the entire way there, and watched as Harry walked closer to the edge of the cliff they had stopped at. Following him, she treaded carefully. Though she had never really been scared of heights, the thought of falling into the ocean from high altitude terrified her. Taking small steps, she got closer and closer to the edge, wanting to get a better look of the ocean. She felt tiny butterflies swarm her entire body once he finally did. It was so beautiful.

"Do you see those three stones?" Harry asked, having sat down on a bigger rock a normal distance away. "The blue ribbon under them?"

"Yeah."

"Sit beside those."

"Which side?"

Harry just pointed while rummaging through the bag for everything he needed. Assuming he meant the side closest to him, she sat down, unsure how he wanted her to be positioned. It took awhile for him to get the canvas out, running a hand over it to make sure it was as smooth as he needed it to be, bushing some lint off, before perching it on his knee while getting all his paint ready. He glanced up at her.

He studied her for a second. "Want your side profile-"

"-Yikes."

"Can your feet point that way," he gestured to his left. "And your back that way?"

She did as he said, making sure she had some of the dress under her bum still. She didn't want to be sitting in the grass and have any kind of insect crawl up her bare thigh. It wasn't that she hated insects, she didn't mind them in fact, it was just that she liked having control of what touched her and chose to take a hike along her body.

"Look at me." Harry said, voice almost a little hushed. She looked at him. "Now at the blue ribbon on the tree behind me."

How many blue ribbons did he have? Did he leave them hanging around like this for long? Had someone ever encountered them and wondered what the fuck they were there for? Y/N tried not to chuckle, the sight of someone finding the blue ribbons and looking confused amusing her. In the quietness of the new few moments, the only sound accompanying them was the waves hitting the shore and cliff. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, surprisingly enough feeling very tired. It wasn't that late in the day and she didn't usually nap till at least 7pm. Giving herself a little shake, she urged herself to not yawn or else she would be fucked.

Instead, her eyes fell on the painter who seemed to be done mixing a few colours. His gaze slowly moved to her, caressing her from her Martens, up her knee socks, bare thighs, the way the dress rested against her body, and finally, he reached her eyes. He held them for a few, as if memorising the colour, before glancing down at the palette in his hand. Slowly, silence settled over them. They never had any awkward silences, just ones that didn't need to be filled. It was like neither of them felt the need to really talk, like they had mutually agreed on it at some point that it was fine for them not to share a single word over a longer period of time. It had never been awkward, Y/N realised, which was good. Despite everything, they had this.

"The view is beautiful." Y/N said after a little while.

"You're facing me." Harry reported under his breath, and Y/N huffed.

"Wouldn't it be more authentic if I looked out over the ocean instead?"

Harry didn't answer, just stroked his brush across the canvas resting on his knee, cocking his head a little to the side.

"Fine then." Y/N started moving as it she was going to turn around.

"Don't fucking-"

She started laughing, shaking her head as her eyes met his again. Getting back into the position he had initially wanted her to be sitting in, she gave him a slight raise of her eyebrows, still smiling, before looking at the blue ribbon on the branch behind him.

"You did that on purpose." He said.

"Did what on purpose?"

"You knew I'd be annoyed with you if you moved."

Y/N let out a single chuckle. "You're never annoyed about anything."

Harry only raised his eyebrows as he kept painting, making Y/N laugh even more. She didn't know why, but the fact that Harry himself knew he was easily annoyed and didn't say anything to defend himself on the matter when he so clearly cared what everyone thought of him, it made her laugh. At least on that front, they agreed. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back between her shoulder blades before she glanced up again. Harry was looking at her, but as soon as their eyes met, he stared back down at the canvas.

Y/N wetted her lips. "Have you seen When Harry Met Sally?"

"Long time ago."

"Well," Y/N started, looking up at a few clouds flying by. "The main characters spark off one another until they finally realise they could actually be very good friends."

Harry didn't respond, tilting his head as he stopped painting, taking a look at what he'd done so far.

"I love films." Y/N went on. "Dirty Dancing, Flashdance, Top Gun, Cocktail, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Footloose-"

"-Are you just naming all the 80s films ever?"

Y/N looked at him, narrowing her eyes a little. "So what if I did? They're all amazing, my favourite kinds of films."

"Not really into movies." He admitted, dipping his brush in more paint before glancing up to study her some more.

"Dirty Dancing will change your mind."

Harry started painting again.

Y/N smiled, clearly having entered a subject he didn't know much about. "What're you into then?"

"Art."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I know that already. You've got to have other things that entertain you. What do you do when you're not painting?"

She could tell he was giving this thought by the way he poked his tongue out ever so slightly, as if racking his brain for something to say. It wasn't easy to come up with something like this on the spot, she knew, so she didn't blame him for taking his time figuring his thoughts out. In the meantime, she watched him paint, the way his arm moved, how his biceps flexed sometimes, the elegance of his wrists. She quickly blinked a few times, catching herself in what she was doing. She looked away.

"I like documentaries."

"There you go!"

"Especially those that tell you how fucked the world is."

Y/N nodded. "They're amazing."

He glanced up at her, studying her jawline for a few seconds.

"What kind of fucked up documentaries then?" She asked, looking down at him.

Harry started painting again. "Climate change mostly, but I love the crazy serial killer ones as well."

"Oh!" Y/N grinned all of a sudden. "Have you watched Death on the Staircase? It's on Netflix."

"The one where the wife fell down the stairs and they blamed it on the husband's mental health 'cause he was bisexual?"

"Yes!"

"That one was brill."

Y/N bit her lips together as she watched him. "If it's an interesting topic, consider me intrigued. I'll watch anything."

Harry didn't respond again, but Y/N had gone long past caring about Harry responding. She talked either way.

"What else do you like?" She asked.

Harry cocked his head, taking in his painting. "Weird sports in the Olympics."

She couldn't help her outburst of laughter. "Like...?"

"Have you never just turned on the telly to watch the Olympics and some weird spots on? Winter sports you have curling for example, and summer you have modern pentathlon."

She giggled, closing her eyes. "Don't even know what those are."

Harry shook his head. "Few do."

"Do you play any sports then?"

Quiet. But not the same kind that rested between them normally. She opened her eyes, Harry was already looking at her.

"You're going to take the piss." He said.

Y/N furrowed her brows, pursing her lips. "I promise I won't."

Harry just looked at her.

"I promise! Swear!"

He still said nothing, only inhaled sharply.

"Fine, be a bellend."

"I do gymnastics." Harry said along with a sigh, sounding defeated.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, blinking as she tried to digest what he'd just said. They held eye contact for some reason, letting the quiet stretch on. She suddenly noticed how green his eyes looked with nature surrounding him like this.

He started painting again, clicking his tongue. "Knew you'd think I was weird."

She furrowed her brows. "I don't!"

He cocked his head "Then why are you all quiet? You're never quiet."

"Because I was processing!"

He huffed. "'Cause you were taken off guard and you don't see me as someone doing gymnastics."

"That's not it, twat!"

Then the strangest thing happened. The right side of Harry's lips turned upward, revealing the hint of a deep dimple. As he ran his brush along the canvas, painting her as detailed as he could, he sat there smiling to himself. Y/N had never seen him smile. Never seen him happy, she realised. And the ghost of a grin that had taken up temporary residency on his face took her off guard. She just stared at him, feeling her own lips twitch into a smile. Her back straightened up a little and she almost found herself leaning forward to get a better look. The little smile made him so beautiful. No, no, no, she bit the inside of her cheek, don't go there. Don't you fucking go there. For some reason, his grin didn't waver. It stayed on his lips as he dipped his brush in more paint, cocking his head to the side as his eyes followed the brush's trail on the canvas. If he kept on being bloody adorable, she would stare at him in awe for an hour, so she cleared her throat.

"Is that a smile I see?" She teased. "You got a rise out of me, and now you're pleased with yourself?"

He bit his bottom lip, shaking his head without looking away from the painting before him.

"Right then." Y/N said, eager to get the conversation going again. "What're you best at? There's a lot of stuff you can do with gymnastics, innit?"

Harry wasted no time. "Swing bar."

Y/N's eyebrows immediately shot upward. Trying to the subtle, she let her eyes fall to his muscular arms, his broad shoulders and the curve of his slight biceps. The tan he'd gotten did wonders to the outline of his muscles. Stop, stop, stop-

"Explains the arms."

Oh. My. God. Immediately she felt her cheeks heat up. And her blushing got worse when Harry looked up at her. He huffed.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you've been checking me out."

She rolled her eyes. "I have not."

He bit his lips together, studying her legs for a few seconds, taking his time to get the shape of them right, before he started painting again. Y/N let out a long breath.

"You wish I checked you out. That's what it is."

He raised his eyebrows before mumbling, "You were the one who brought up my arms."

"Jesus bloody Christ." She averted her eyes from him, staring at the blue ribbon instead. She couldn't even look at him now, he'd pissed her off. For some reason, he knew all the right things to say to get a rise out of her and it was so annoying. So, instead of concentrating on him for another second, she focused her attention on something else. The silence really did settle between them this time. Harry busied himself with the painting and Y/N glanced at the ribbon, and when that got boring, she let her eyes wander the landscape around them. Listening to the ocean behind her, smelling the salt in the air, feeling the sun on her skin. Yes, she was most definitely very glad she'd put sunblock on today.

Slowly but surely, the lack of conversation and action, the quietness lulled Y/N into a light slumber. Her head fell to the side, resting slightly on her own shoulder as she closed her eyes, intending on just relaxing for a few minutes. Hopefully Harry wouldn't notice her drifting off. And if he did, all he had to do was wake her up again. So, thinking that she was in the clear, she focused in on the relaxing sound of the waves below and the slight breeze cooling her down. Her breathing got heavier and heavier, she felt herself slowly drift off.

For some reason, she blinked her eyes open ever so slightly, hearing Harry shift in his seat on the rock. She didn't really register what was going on; halfway conscious, halfway to dreamland. For some reason, one thing stuck out to her. Harry sat completely still. And when she lifted her eyelids slightly, she saw him looking at her. This wasn't the painter looking her, this was Harry. But before she could think more of it, her eyes fell shut and she was taken off into dreamy unconsciousness.

A small whimper.

She woke with a start. She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping for, didn't know what day it was, didn't know why she was there. But then she looked over at Harry who stared at her frowning, obviously asking her what she just jumped for. Quickly, Y/N looked around her, as it was clearly not Harry she'd heard in pain. He looked about as confused as she felt. She didn't know how she'd heard it or why it had woken her up from her nap, but it must've been a sound to disturb the peace around them. How Harry hadn't heard it, she didn't know, but she chose not to ask. She sat up a bit straighter, intent on finding whatever had made that sound.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, sounding defeated.

"I heard something." Y/N answered, craning her neck.

"What?"

"I don't bloody know, so shh." She held a finger to her lips, though her back was now to Harry so he couldn't see her. But he did as she said, surprisingly enough. When she told him to shut up, he did. Both listened intently, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. It was quiet for a few more seconds as they listened out for whatever, but Y/N knew Harry didn't have any patience at all, and though she didn't either, this was just one of the times when she did. She heard him moving about behind her, getting into position to finish the outline.

Another whimper.

Y/N stood from the ground now, looking around them. Now, Y/N noticed, Harry had completely stopped what he was doing, looking in the direction of some of the woods surrounding them. She glanced in the same direction. A cat. Not quite a small kitten, not quite a grown adult. The grey striped creature looked at the two of them, meowing ever so slightly, and Y/N instantly recognised the sound. And she instantly knew something was wrong when the cat started limping toward them.

Hunching down, Y/N reached her hand out for the cat, not making a single sound or sudden movements in fear of scaring it away. Slowly, the little thing got closer to Y/N, wary of the creatures before them they didn't recognise. As the cat neared her, Y/N immediately started thinking about what could be wrong with the front right leg. Maybe the little one had something stuck in their paw pad, or maybe a slight muscle strain. Or maybe it was lameness. Or if it was an ingrown claw or a broken bone, Y/N knew she couldn't possibly help the cat out here. She'd have to get them both to a vet where she'd be able to properly help.

"Hi, love," Y/N cooed. "You okay?"

The cat sniffed Y/N's hand, and while letting it stroke itself against her, letting it get comfortable with her, Y/N noticed how the little one refused to lay any sort of pressure on its foot. Something was definitely very wrong. Gently, Y/N started petting the cat she soon found out to be a her. Noticing her inability to walk fast and the obvious small calls of pain, Y/N made a mental list of the different things that could possibly be wrong. Carefully, Y/N tried to pick the cat up. However, the cat yelped, jumping away from Y/N who made small 'shh' sounds to calm her down.

"It's fine, baby, it's fine." Y/N mumbled, reaching her hand out so the cat could approach if she wanted to again. "What's happened to you, huh?" The cat stroked itself against her again.

"Y/N, stop bloody petting a stray cat."

"Harry, she's hurt."

Y/N caressed the creature, smiling a little as the cat started purring, closing her eyes as Y/N scratched her lightly. Discreetly, she looked over her shoulder at Harry. He was already watching her, a slight furrow to his brows.

"Do you have a blanket or something in your bag?" Y/N asked.

"Why?"

"Do you?"

Harry inhaled, sitting up straighter. "Yes."

"Can you get it while you call Gioele? He needs to come here and pick us up ASAP."

Harry's eyes fell to the cat before he dared meet Y/N's eyes again. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why are you ordering me around-"

"-Oh, for fuck's sake, Harry." Y/N hissed, knowing that if the cat hadn't been there, she would've probably screamed her lungs out at him. "Why do you question everything everyone's doing? I'm just trying to help a bloody cat!"

The two of them stared at each other. A sinking sensation appeared in her belly, her heart dropping a little. This got him to shut up, mouth falling open a bit as if he couldn't quite believe she'd just said that. And to be honest, Y/N couldn't either. Though she had talked back to Harry, she had never interrupted him or properly cursed him out. However, she had not been able to stop herself now. She wasn't doing this for her personal gain, - to be fair, she rarely did anything for her own sake, she always went out of her way for everyone else – this was for the cat. Their eyes hadn't wavered. Y/N didn't know why they hadn't looked away; why Harry hadn't said something stupid back to her.

But he suddenly placed the canvas on the ground, leaning it against the side of the rock, before he started rummaging through his rucksack. Y/N glanced down at the cat again, running her fingers through her soft fur.

"You're gonna be okay soon, babe." Y/N whispered, sure that if Harry heard her, he'd let out one of those huffs he always did when he found something weird. But he did no such thing. Instead he walked over to her, handing her a towel, and didn't say a single thing. Y/N took the towel and gently put one of her hands under the cat's chin and the other behind her hindlegs, lifting her carefully off the ground and into the towel. Y/N wrapped it around her slowly, making sure to give her small pets of encouragement along the way so she wouldn't grow frightened. Straightening into a standing position, she made sure the cat was okay before looking over at Harry again.

He was watching the cat. His eyes were hooded, a sort of shadow in them she'd never seen before. Y/N didn't know what was going through his head. She so wanted to know what he was thinking. Suddenly, their eyes met, and Harry's lips parted. Was he about to say something? The clouded expression he'd worn seconds earlier disappeared. His green irises seemed to have grown a shade lighter now that he was up close.

He abruptly turned around, bringing his phone out to call Gioele. The phone conversation wasn't long, only a few Italian words spoken back and forth before Harry hung up. Instead of sitting back down on the rock to paint, Harry remained standing. He looked at the cat, fiddling with his fingers.

"She's gonna be okay. I just need to check up on her somewhere with proper equipment." Y/N explained, scratching under the cat's chin.

Harry merely nodded, still not able to look away. For some reason, Harry being this worried about the cat did something weird to Y/N's heartbeat. She tried to ignore it.

"So you know Marco? The baker?" Y/N started.

Harry met her eyes.

"He invited us to a wedding."

He frowned. "What?"

"I'm supposed to get the invitation tomorrow, I think."

Harry inhaled, keeping his mouth open for a few seconds as he contemplated this. "He... invited both of us?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded her head. "Said I should bring you, that you needed to taste Marco's cake."

Seemingly seriously considering what Y/N had just said, Harry put his hands in his pockets. "Marco said that?"

"Yes, sir." Y/N answered. "You don't believe me?"

"Not that, it's just..." Harry trailed off, biting his lips together as his eyes screwed up into an even deeper frown.

Before she got the chance to ask him what was wrong, the cat started moving restlessly in Y/N's arms. Instead of holding her tighter, Y/N let her squirm a little. Once she'd settled down, Y/N started scratching her again, making sure everything was okay. They stayed like that, calming each other down, and though Y/N wanted to stretch, as sitting on the ground had really done her back dirty, she had to stand as still as possible for the sake of the little kitten. And like that, silence settled over them once again, Harry's unfinished sentence settling like weed in the air around them, its roots choking them both.

It wasn't that Y/N expected Harry to open up to her. She wasn't expecting him to tell her every little thing going on in his life, or to trust her with his heaviest secrets. She simply just wanted him to not think she wasn't curious. When he said stuff like that, or when he talked about Salvatore the way he did last time, or his encounter with that man in the alleyway, it made her think. And when she was thinking, she started overthinking. He made it easy for her to think the worst, and by this point she'd just about thought of every possible outcome to Harry's past. Why was he acting like Marco, or anyone for that matter, wanted him at a wedding? A huge town happening? He didn't even know who was getting married.

Gioele pulled up no long after, shouting something in Italian and waving at both of them. The loud motor made the cat restless again, eager to jump out of Y/N's hands and limp back into the woods.

"We're going somewhere I can do a check up on you, baby," Y/N said, scratching the cat lightly. "It's fine, don't worry."

The cat didn't stop squirming. Cooing and petting her best she could, Y/N did not manage to calm her down.

"Hey, hey," Y/N said, feeling the cat's claws through the cloth. She'd have to sterilise those small wounds later. "Don't worry, mate."

And out of nowhere, as if sliding straight out of a dream, a hand came into view. It ran its fingers through the cat's fur, immediately soothing her. Y/N knew who it was, but she was somehow scared to look up and make it all very real. She watched his tattooed hand scratch the cat behind the ear, the cat's eyes closed, and she quickly started purring again. The tenderness of his fingers, the effortless elegance of his movements, it made it seem like he was making the act of petting cats in discomfort into a new artform. It was soothing to watch.

She wasn't herself when she looked up at Harry. He was standing so close to her; she could smell his cologne again. The sun hit his brown curls just right, looking like locks of pure gold, a bright halo shining around him. Every single one of his features lit up, all small imperfections melting together to make something perfect. The mole on his cheek, the small scar just underneath his left eye, how his right nostril was a little bigger than the other. Close like this, she noticed absolutely everything about him. The rest of the colours of the world seemed dull in comparison to Harry right now. And as quickly as she thought that, Y/N mentally stomped on her own face.

Harry took a step away, letting Y/N walk forward toward Gioele's car. As he stepped away, she got the sun in her eyes again, the familiar stinging so not welcome. At the sight of the cat in Y/N's arms, the driver quickly got out, opening the door to the backseat for her. Y/N was about to get into the car when the cat starts squirming again, meowing and clawing at the towel. Gently, Y/N started cooing again, trying to calm her down once again. However, with both her hands occupied, it was hard to pet her, to let her know it was all going to be alright. The cat just had to be still for a few seconds more and she'd be in the car where she could scratch her and make her comfortable again. Just a few seconds more and the two of them would be on their way to the nearest vet so Y/N could help her. But it didn't seem the cat wanted to get into the car. Y/N tried to reposition her, but that only made the cat let out a squeak that made Y/N flinch.

Suddenly, the hand was there again, petting the poor cat once again. It worked like magic, because she relaxed instantly, Y/N feeling the claws that had been dug into her skin disappear. She let out a breath.

"Get in the car." Harry said, voice low. At first Y/N thought he was talking to Gioele, but when she looked up at him, he was looking right back at her.

Y/N blinked. "But she's just gonna start squirming."

"It's alright."

And so she did as Harry told her to, bending her head down as she sat down in the car, getting comfortable in the seat. Repositioning the cat again, she watched as Harry removed his hand again. But the cat didn't seem to have any of that, immediately trying to get out of the towel now that she wasn't being calmed down.

"Move over."

Though it was a command, the words were soft, as if he could've whispered them into her ear in a completely different scenario. What the fuck are you doing right now, Y/N thought to herself, hating that she'd started thinking of Harry this way. He's a twat, he's a twat, he's a twat-

"-Y/N."

She scooched over to the other side of the car, feeling her mouth fall open as Harry followed her, joining her in the backseat. She felt his leg flush against her own, the dungaree against her bare surface. Their entire upper arms touching, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. The entire position made Y/N a tad dizzy. And it really did not help the fact that Harry was leaning over, scratching the injured cat to keep her relaxed. Y/N felt the exact opposite of that cat. She felt everything and was very much not relaxed. The car was so small, and she'd have to stay this close to him till they were at the vet. Who knew how long that could take.

Suddenly her eyes fell on the situation beyond Harry, at everything he was leaving behind. But Gioele stepped on the gas, driving as fast as he could. They left absolutely every single thing behind. Quickly, she looked over her shoulder out the back window, suddenly feeling very panicky.

"What?" His voice was a whisper, the small word leaving his lips like a simple puff of air that hit her jaw, sending a storm of goosebumps up and down her back.

"Your..." she started, swallowing thickly before looking down at the cat in her arms. "Your moped."

"I'll get it later."

She hated that he sounded like he wasn't faced by the close proximity at all.

"What if someone steals your painting?"

Looking up at him, she realised once again how close they were. They might have been close earlier when he helped calm the cat down outside, but this... this was close. She felt his hot breath against her lips, in her nose; felt his eyes on her like there was nowhere else to look in the car; felt everything too much. He was... so handsome. So incredibly good looking. There was undoubtedly sweat along her hairline and cupid bow, but she literally could not reach up to remove it right now. She was unable to move, not only because of the cat, but because of Harry.

"Don't worry about it." He said.

She tore her eyes away from him, feeling her heart pick up to an abnormal speed. Clearing her throat a bit, she bit her bottom lip before saying, "Sorry for getting mad earlier. About you always questioning everything." She knew she shouldn't have snapped at him, but she had been so pissed off in the moment. The cat's life was on the line, and Harry not choosing to listen to her had really gotten to her in the worst way possible. If she could've taken it back, she would've. But she couldn't. All she had to do now was beg for forgiveness and hope Harry wasn't fuming about it all.

Harry inhaled slowly, "Don't apologise."

This made her look straight up at him again. His eyes hadn't wavered from before. Once again, she felt like she couldn't move. Had he really just... had he really... just told her not to apologise?

"I shouldn't question everything. You're right."

Had he always had freckles strewn elegantly over the bridge of his nose? Had he had that slight shadow of a beard along his jawline earlier today? Had his voice always been this silky smooth? She was realising this all so quickly, it felt like the car was driving double the speed limit and in constant circles. He was agreeing with her. He realised she was right. He gave in.

"You're..." he paused, as if he was realising what Y/N was. Slowly, he blinked, mouth opening a little wider, eyes on her still. "Right."

The words hung in the air between them for a long while, neither sure what to do next. But Y/N felt the cat move around in her arms, so she quickly looked down, only to notice Harry wasn't scratching her anymore. As soon the cat started complaining, Harry petted her again, receiving a soft meow and satisfied purring.

They stayed quiet till they reached the vet. Y/N was only too aware she was touching Harry the entire way, feeling him beside her. Every bulk of his body, the hairs of his arm against hers; so close that their breathing started synching up. For a short period of time, Y/N tried to stop breathing for a second so she could stop them from synchronising. However, they fell straight back into it, so in the end, she just gave up.

Harry was the first one out once they were at the vet, opening the door for Y/N so she could get out without difficulty. She said a quick thanks before making her way inside, walking straight up to the desk. There she told them she was a veterinary student from England and she had to check up on the cat she'd brought in, she was scared she'd a broken bone. The veterinarians talked amongst themselves in low Italian voices, glancing over in Y/N's direction every once in a while. She knew they were discussing if they should let Y/N do this or not, as they didn't know for sure if she actually was a veterinary student. But she continued to cling to the kitten, stroking her fur, and cooing that everything would be alright soon.

"Dice la veritá." Harry suddenly said, making Y/N, veterinarians, and the cat all jump. "É una veterinaria.Deve aiutare questo gatto; lo ha già controllato e sa cosa fare adesso. Lasciatela aiutare."

Y/N frowned, mouth opening to say something to him, but she stopped herself when one of the veterinarians walked forward. In a quiet, very accented voice, she said, "Come this way, Signora."

Y/N gave her a smile, throwing a quick thank you in the direction of the rest of them before following the one down a corridor. She could hear Harry saying something to the veterinarians, his voice faint as she walked further and further away from him. The walls were white, the whole building looking very clean, just like you would imagine a hospital to be like. Sounds of animals and other chatter came from all sorts of angles, and suddenly, even though she’d never been there before, Y/N felt at home. She hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed working with and helping animals till now.

For some reason, Y/N heard a third set of footsteps, not just her own and the other nurse’s. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Harry following close behind, taking a quick look over his own shoulder before staring ahead again. Y/N looked away, rather focusing her attention on the vet who was showing them to a room. But she couldn’t stop trying to conjure up a reason as to why Harry would follow them. He obviously had to get back to his painting and everything they’d left behind, why was he coming with? Y/N could truly never fully wrap her had around Harry. No matter how hard she tried. All Y/N was able to compare him to was corn-starch goo. Upon impact, he would harden up and not let you in, but if you treated him with care, he would eventually be easier to handle. She wrinkled her nose a little, the memory of getting corn-starch goo stuck in her hair as a kid creeping into her mind.

“It’s most likely a bone fracture.” Y/N said. “We need to do an X-ray.”

The other veterinarian nodded, leading them down another corridor before opening a door. They sedated the cat and when she was asleep, they proceeded to do a quick X-ray. There Y/N saw what she already kind of knew: a broken bone. However, it wasn’t as bad as she initially thought, which made her let out a sigh of relief. They let the X-ray and walked on to another room where Y/N could place a cast on her foot.

The vet opened another door, giving Y/N a little smile before they both entered. Harry went in with them, closing the door firmly as Y/N placed the small cat on the table. She went straight to work, not wasting any time. It didn’t take long to apply a cast, and since she’d already been taught this and done it about a million times, she knew perfectly well what she was doing. She gave the sleeping cat a little pet, hating to think that she might’ve been in pain for a day or two without anyone noticing. Y/N hadn’t even thought about the cat maybe being a stray, or if she had an owner. And if she did have an owner, how did Y/N reach them? The cat didn’t have a collar with any sort of information on. After this, she’d have to make sure the cat was taken care of for the next six weeks. It needed change in bandages, food, care… This was a whole mess.

The veterinarian said she had to leave as she had an appointment coming up, and Y/N told her it was fine, she could do this fine on her own. Then it was just the three of them again; Y/N, the cat, and Harry. Y/N’s attention was on her little patient though, so she quickly forgot Harry was even in the room. It was only when he’d move closer or move in the slightest bit that she’d remember he was still in the room with them. That he’d come all this way and wouldn’t let the cat out of sight till he knew she was alright. Y/N straightened, stretching her back as bending over like she was doing right now was a pain over a longer period of time. She looked in Harry’s direction, only to find him already staring at her.

He held eye contact, eyebrows twitching slightly as he took her in. She didn’t know what he was doing, but the intensity of his glance made her cheeks heat up. Just anyone watching her work, seeing how serious she was about the wellbeing of little helpless animals, made her feel both uncomfortable and weirdly proud of herself. She liked showing off, but there was a thing called showing off too much, meant in the worst way possible.

She looked away, focusing on the little foot again. However, she was unable to get Harry’s powerful stare out of her mind. He was right there, watching each of her tiniest movements, and she was all too aware of it.

She tried to make herself think about the cat. What was she going to do about the cat? She’d have to bring it back to Fosdinovo and care for it, but she didn’t have any cat essentials, had never had a pet in her entire life. The thought of taking care of her and then having to most likely give her away when she was leaving in August, broke Y/N’s heart. She knew she was going to get attached to this cat now. Spending money on food for her, toys, maybe a leash so Y/N knew she wouldn’t run away to Lerici where they’d found her. She was either keeping the cat with her till she was leaving or finding the owners herself. Or both. She was most definitely going to do both. That was if she had an owner at all.

Suddenly, Harry’s phone went off, making both of them jump.

“Sorry.” He mumbled under his breath before swiping his thumb across the bottom of his phone, pressing it to his ear.

He started talking in Italian, so Y/N zoned out, instead focusing her attention on the bandage that she was finished perfect soon. The European shorthair was still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of what she was going to wake up to later. Y/N gave her a gentle pet again, knowing that though she would have a hard time disciplining and taking care of a cat this summer, she’d grow to love the little bugger an immense amount.

Harry suddenly hung up, inhaling sharply. “Gotta leave.”

Y/N looked up at him. “Oh?”

“My painting and the stuff I left behind on that cliff.” Harry said, gesturing behind him with a slow nod. “Need to get it before someone else does.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Something in his eyes shifted as he held her stare, a delicate blink doing something to his features that Y/N thought softened his expression a bit. Inhaling slowly, she continued to hold his gaze, waiting for him to leave. And when he finally broke eye contact, turning around and walking out the door, Y/N felt stupid she’d waited for that moment to happen, as if she’d wanted it to. Slowly, she turned her attention back to the cat, finishing the bandage.

Wednesday, 24 July 2019

Y/N had decided to call the little one Viola. Getting home to Fosdinovo the following day, Y/N had gone out to get everything she needed to make the little one comfortable in her temporary home. Viola had a hard time getting used to her cast, meowing a whole lot and taking some time settling before going to sleep. But once Y/N and Viola found a comfortable position to cuddle in, they stayed that way till morning.

To let Viola get used to walking around outside with the cast, Y/N put her on a leash. The leash was attached to the cat’s pastel pink collar, fitting perfectly around her little neck. Putting on some comfortable clothes, Y/N and Viola went on their first ever walk through Fosdinovo. Viola struggled at first, meowing and stopping to get a break, refusing to stand on her leg still. Y/N would bend down and give Viola a little encouragement, and then the two were on their merry way again.

As always, the sun was shining, though that day brought on a few clouds, leaving the little mountain village in shadow from time to time. Y/N would appreciate the small breaks from the sun she was able to get. It wasn’t that she hated the sun, she just hated the sweating that came with it. And how it was hard to breathe if it was too hot. And the way she always had to squint in sunlight because everything was so bright it hurt her eyes.

Turning the corner to walk up to her usual bakery, Y/N stopped dead when she almost bumped into someone. She gasped a little, holding a hand to her heart while giggling at her own reaction. As she looked up at the person she had almost knocked over, she locked eyes with a set of very familiar ones.

“Salvatore.”

He gave her that charming smile of his, the black stubble along the lower part of his face was much more prominent now, his matching hair a perfect mess. God, Y/N inhaled sharply, he’s so bloody fit.

“Y/N,” he retorted. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“You’re never at the bakery.” She reasoned, making him chuckle. Her heart let out a very dreamy sigh at the sound.

“No, I have had…” he sighed. “Had a lot on my plate recently.”

She tried not to frown. “Sorry to hear that.”

“No, no, don’t be.” He shook his head. “Anyway, what are you up to?”

She smiled, gesturing down at the little cat beside her, meowing up at them. With her pink collar and leash to match, she looked so cute Y/N could squeal. Having spent as much time with Viola as she had over the last 24 hours, the idea of being stuck with this little cuddle ball the rest of the summer delighted her a whole bloody lot.

“Ahh!” Salvatore’s lips broke out into a huge grin, he crunched down so he could pet her. “Who’s this?”

“That’s Viola. Found her injured on a hill yesterday, so I put a bandage on her leg, and now I’m taking care of her ‘cause I don’t think she’s got an owner.

Salvatore looked up at her. “That’s kind of you.”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up again, she broke eye contact. “Couldn’t just leave her to fend for herself. Plus, the cast needs changing, she won’t remember her vet appointment on her own.”

Again, Salvatore laughed, looking down at Viola who sat beside Y/N, clearly not in the mood to be petted right then. Salvatore stood again, meeting Y/N’s eyes. She couldn’t stop thinking about how handsome he was. He was so ridiculously handsome. She was blushing just looking at him.

“Do you and Viola have any plans today?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not really, just walking around.”

“Do you think Viola would mind me walking around with you?”

Yeah, she could most definitely not fight her blush now. Why was it so hot in Italy? She needed a fan. Something cold to drink. Maybe throw herself into a freezer. Regaining consciousness, Y/N nodded her head at Salvatore.

“Think she’d like that very much.”

Salvatore grinned, stepping aside so they could walk on. “Amazing.”

Y/N bit her lip, looking down at Viola when she started walking, the cat following suit instantly. She meowed, looking up at Y/N, clearly uncomfortable with the cast still even though she knew how to work it now. Giving her a little scratch behind the ear, Y/N picked her up, holding her so that the cast wouldn’t be at an awkward angle. Viola meowed again, clinging to Y/N’s tank top.

“You two okay?” Salvatore asked, eyes on Viola who had just settled down.

“Yeah, think she’s just tired.”

“Ahh,” he reached over, ruffling Viola’s fur a little. “Hope she can get some rest while we do the walking.

Y/N smiled, looking at Salvatore’s hand among Viola’s stripes. Made her think of another, much more tattooed up hand, doing the exact same thing the day before. She blinked, willing the image out of her head. And the second she locked eyes with Salvatore again, it did. Why did he have the dreamiest eyes in the world?

Salvatore continued to pet Viola as he spoke softly, “Have you heard of Biagi?”

“No.”

“It’s an ice cream place not too far away from here,” he said, smile widening. “Could I take you there?”

He wanted to take her for ice cream. Salvatore had just asked if she wanted to have ice cream with her. Oh my God oh my God oh my God. Y/N’s smile broadened with Salvatore’s. “Yes, you can.”

Salvatore bent down as if he was about to talk to Viola. “You want ice cream, Viola?”

Viola shrunk away, taken off guard by Salvatore’s closeness. Y/N laughed, biting her lip as she looked at Salvatore again, way closer now than he had been before.

“Think she wants ice cream as well.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Good thing we’re getting ice cream then.”

Salvatore gave her a quick wink before he started walking backwards. “Good thing.”

NEXT UPDATE: Sunday, 22nd December 2019, 9PM GMT

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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Reader x Jihyun Kim {MysMes} - Letters to Heal a Broken Heart

Title: Letters to Heal a Broken Heart Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Jihyun Kim Genre: bittersweet? romance Warnings: spoilers for his good ending! Intended Gender Audience: Neutral Audience Word Count: 2040 words POV: second person Other comments: no smut but im proud of this! please note that everything with the push back is a letter! i think its pretty clear, but i wanted to make sure it’s understood <3 Written by: @mythiica Req:

Dear –

I’ll admit, it feels a bit strange writing a letter for you, but my therapist recommended it. He told me to explain my emotions with words, saying it would help me become more confident.

See, the reasoning behind it, at least from what I remember, is that there is no pressure to think quickly. Writing allows a flow, a sense of movement between the words before you pick which one you wish to use. Talking is different because it follows a completely contrasting rhythm. To keep a conversation going, you have to speak rather quickly so the person stays engaged in the topic.

It’s all really interesting, and my therapist has given me a book over the fundamentals of other practices like this. I read half of it on the plane to Japan.

To clarify, I’m writing this from my hotel room in Tokyo. I landed a few hours ago and the jet lag has yet to hit me, so I decided to take advantage of this time to write.

I think you’d like it here – the sakura are in full bloom and I have three days dedicated to photographing the sea of pinks as they ripple in the wind. Until now, I’ve only seen pictures of the famous parks, and I never thought that I would be able to witness them in person.

I didn’t think I’d

I never conside

Ah, I should mention, I’m not allowed to erase or cross out sentences I start. Another confidence booster? It’s a bit sillier, but it’s meant to force me to say what is on my mind, rather than letting it fester. I’ll try again:

During my years under Mint Eye, my vision was narrowed, and I had only one duty. However, I am learning to broaden my horizons and expand my mind to encompass everything. The urge to explore bubbles in my chest, waiting for the moment to come out. There are so many chances to do anything, and I’ve got all the time to do all of it.

I’ve also realized that I went over my word limit. I have to stick to 300 words or under. Confidence booster #3! Express yourself with less words. Take a guess of how many times I’ve opened the thesaurus, looking for better synonyms for words? At least seven times in the past five minutes. It’s crazy!

For now, I’ll sign this off and try better next time.

よりご多幸を祈って

Jihyun Kim

PS, I’m practicing my Japanese! That says best wishes… I think.

नमस्कार

Hello and greetings from India! I took a long nap on the plane, and forgot to write. Although I’m only passing through, I ate some delicious food (that I should really try to replicate for you). India is absolutely beautiful – from the sunrises to the bustling markets to the colorful fabrics hung at every corner. I’ll inhale the air and smell six things at once, albeit, not all of them are the best, but I embrace it nonetheless.

More about what I’ve been doing: funnily enough, my phone died on the bus ride, but I made a new friend named Sunmi, and she was kind enough to lend me her charging cable. Instead of ending the interaction there, we spoke for a few hours at least. I learned she was traveling with her friends on a photography excursion. She gave me all the information, and I’d like to look into it when I have wifi again.

You wouldn’t believe what they’ve seen! Last year they went to Antarctica through South America. She got to pet a penguin! Apparently the company also takes people to Greenland and New Zealand – some places I’ve been dreaming of visiting since I was a young boy.

I’ll use my last 100 words to mention that… I’ve gotten a bit homesick. I miss the RFA – well, the people from the RFA minus…

Don’t tell Jumin about the company though, he’ll insist on flying me around with his private jet. I want to experience for myself. Saeyoung is somehow messaging me when I don’t have service? I don’t… understand. Anyways, I also saw Zen landed a huge international role (someone had a magazine on the plane). Otherwise, I hope Jaehee and Yoosung are well. And Elizabeth the 3rd of course. Send them my wishes.

I didn’t forget about you though! The keychain you gave me reminds me of home every day. It might have lost an eye, but I found a button and stitched it on. And I also wanted to ask you–

Ah, I’m over again.

Next time.

Jihyun Kim

Iyi günler! I am in Turkey now and actually writing this on a boat. The sun is setting over the horizon, making the sky change colors with every passing minute. It’s breathtaking, but I wish you were here with me. The other passengers and I take turns standing at the front of the boat, and I sometimes linger, trying to take pictures.

Good news! My vision is getting better. I’ve been taking some Greek herbal remedies, and the seem to be helping. Either that, or they have a wonderful placebo effect. Has that ever happened to you? To think something is working, but you’re just imagining things?

I apologize, maybe that stirred bad memories for you.

Back to Turkey: I stepped out of my comfort zone and spent a night camping. Honestly? I was terrified of doing so, but now I want to do it every night. It is the perfect temperature for hiking, even though I am a bit sunburned.

So many people have been commenting on my hair. Good things mostly, and I started styling it with a bit of gel to keep it out of my eyes. It feels good to look people directly rather than through a curtain.

What are you up to? Hosting anymore parties? I imagine that you are keeping busy, as always of course. My therapist said it would be best to wait messaging you until I return home. I nearly called you a week ago, but I didn’t want to break my vow. It’s like lying to myself, and I know better than that now.

Still, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming.

Sending love,

I’m genuinely angry, but writing to you always calms me. Someone stole my bag – I luckily didn’t have much in it, but your keychain… can you make me a new one please? Now that I don’t have it, it’s almost like I’ve lost a part of you. It hurts a lot, but then I wonder if I am being silly. It’s just a keychain.

Otherwise, France is nice. I didn’t want to go to Paris, so instead I traveled through the countryside to visit a few wineries.

Yes, I did… drink a bit, but I wasn’t impaired when my bag was stolen!

You would laugh at me if I told you what happened, so I will save the story for another time. Before coming to France, I went through Germany and visited some of the most beautiful castles I’ve ever seen. They all looked like they could be straight from a fantasy movie set, and I was convinced one – Neuschwanstein Castle – actually was.

I’ve barely written anything despite so much happening.

I got a haircut (finally), because it was becoming a hassle to tie it back at night.

One evening, I fed some stray cats and they followed me home.

And a drunk (?) tried to play cards with me. But he didn’t have cards. He was dealing an imaginary deck.

Other stories will have to wait until I see you again, and I feel better now. It’s okay to be upset, but it won’t hinder my trip any more.

Je t'aime,

Jihyun

Alaska doesn’t have a night.

That’s not exactly true, but it’s basically true. The hotel has special curtains that block the light, and it is only dark for a few hours.

It has been many miles since I last wrote, but I was caught up in visiting show after event after party after exhibit through America. Their art has given me a new perspective on point of view and emotions, so I hope that the ten camera chips I’ve filled with photographs will be able to convey the same sense of awe.

I’ve also been mistaken for an idol? Like – multiple times. Interesting to say the least, maybe I’ll say yes to the next person that asks. What should my stage name be? I’ll spare you the embarrassment and not share my ideas. They are all very silly and no one would believe me if I told them my name was Cam Ra. Do you get it? It’s bad, I know.

I’ll be returning home soon, unless I get distracted or impulsive and go down to California and Hawaii before coming back. I want to – it doesn’t feel right to return just yet. But that doesn’t mean anything about you!

Really, I think about you and everyone else each day.

Have you met new people? We’ll exchange so many stories…

See you soon,

J K

You pace around, waiting for the last guest on the list to appear. The party started an hour ago, but he still has not arrived. Then again, it has been three months since anyone heard a whisper from V, and you start to lose hope. Swallowing hard, you remind yourself that V is having a wonderful time exploring the world and finding himself.

Taking a handful of your dress, you turn and head through the doors to the main room. Jumin tries to pull Saeyoung away from Longcat, Yoosung explains his most recent surgeries to a group of nurses from his work place, and Jaehee receives many compliments for her majestic cake.

Everyone is happy and has moved on.

You hope V has too.

Maybe all the wishing and praying finally paid off, because you hear his familiar voice calling out behind you. It’s a long shot, but you turn around nonetheless, thinking it is a different guest.

Instead, you see Jihyun, wearing the most dazzling smile you’ve ever seen, running towards you. He’s carrying a folder filled with papers, but that doesn’t stop him from embracing you. He smells rugged, like his voyage has transformed him, but you rather like it.

“Jihyun!” You melt against his hug. “You’re.. Here… you’re here!”

Your squealing draws everyone’s attention, but he focuses on you and only you. “Of course I’m here. I missed you more than I can verbalize.”

His stance is open, welcoming, and confident, much different from two years ago. He is a different person now, brave and proud. Jihyun offers you the folder. It is strange to gift something in the middle of a party, but you accept it anyways, happy he has returned.

Jihyun’s heart races as he explains. “I wrote you letters every time I went somewhere new. These are just a few of them, really I have so many. But each shows something I’ve learned.” He takes a breath and laces his fingers with yours. “This is sudden, and I’m sure you will need time to think about it, but I’m trying something new: asking without being afraid. Over the past two years, I’ve… longed for you. Art has shown me the power of friendship, joy, perseverance, and most importantly, dedication. I want to dedicate my art to you, if you’ll stand by my side.”

You can’t find the words to express yourself because you are so awestruck. He truly has changed, but he has embraced himself and his life. Tears start to roll down your cheeks from the overwhelming surge of emotions. Jihyun brushes them away and presses his forehead to yours.

“I still have much to learn, but I want to do it all with you.”

“I’d like that a lot, Jihyun,” you whisper, captivated by his intense gaze.

“And I can finally say this without fear–”

You tip your head up, and Jihyun kisses you the next moment. His lips are chapped and the warmth radiating from his skin envelops you. He doesn’t need words to communicate it, because you understand perfectly what he is trying to say.

#mysmes #mystic messenger #mysmes v #mysmes jihyun #jihyun kim

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silenthillmutual · 5 years

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okay. warning for negative bc this is kind of a vent post?

so. i’m still working on unlearning a lot of things that i had kinda drilled into my head with my mom that i did not realize were bad until recently? or things that i could not easily voice were having negative effects on me until recently. and i’m kind of thinking about how my mom is very. hhhhhhhh.

my mom does not have a life outside of work. and not like, “oh she’s very dedicated to her career” sort of way. but like, she does not believe in taking time off. and i think in the way our capitalist environment functions that always comes off sounding very admirable. it’s not.

because what that equates to is like, she works to avoid other things in her life. she says that she can’t afford to take a break or any time to herself and my best friend and i had told her repeatedly that if she really wants a relationship she is going to have to take time to devote to that which means working less if only by a little bit! and that i have told her that she should take time to herself to relax whether she had a relationship or not because it’s not healthy to obsess over work the way that she does.

and. i guess she does a bit now. i saw recently on her fb that she went to colonial beach w her boyfriend and like. good for her. but that doesn’t erase that she is constantly harping on me, even from a distance, to do like. everything all in one day. and that i should be working 40+ hours a week and that if i don’t do that, that i’m lazy.

like my mom’s version of workaholism is to view herself as the rule and not the exception, which i can see in certain contexts how that translates into “oh so she’s not full of herself” but it’s actually really the opposite! because i think it takes a special brand of narcissism to assume that everyone is and should be exactly like you and that if they are not they are failing and that is their own fault.

so, my mom has fibro, like on top of all of that and i wonder if she’d feel better if she didn’t constantly push herself into working all the time. and the truth is that she’ll look at any time i spend online regardless of what i’m doing (bc she doesn’t ever care what i’m actually doing on there, to her it’s all the same) as time wasted and an addiction to the internet. and she thinks that everyone else w fibro or w any chronic or mental illness can work exactly as much as she can because if they do anything less they’re being lazy.

and i think you can kinda see why it’s an issue for a licensed therapist to think or feel that way.

so like. i have never pursued any job that says it’s part time, under $10 an hour that wants me to work 39 hours a week (one hour from full time in the commonwealth of va), no benefits, 8 hours every day, retail, with a massive list of responsibilities. because i know that i can’t handle doing 8+ hours which is how much it’ll wind up being if they want me to open/close (taking into consideration traffic and people who just will not fucking leave), like i had to struggle to work 8 hours at a job i actually LIKED without thinking of working at fucking target or some shit for 8+ hours a day. i can’t do it. between the anxiety and the autism that sounds like something that will make me absolutely want to die and i know this because i tried that at party city for three days and came home in tears every single day and my feet hurt so bad i couldn’t move.

and my mom’s response to that was like. just deal with it! just push through it! you have to!

you’d think a therapist with a chronic illness would be more compassionate than that.

but my mom’s whole life is focused on work and i don’t even think it’s because she just loves her job that much. she just refuses to do anything outside of it. she has a dog and a cat (MY cat I adopted her she is under MY legal name and that dog is basically my dog, he was my baby) that i was under no circumstances allowed to take with me regardless of where i went or when, but that she does not...enjoy. at all. she is constantly bitching about the pets and she bought an automatic feeder and self-scooping litterbox and hired pet sitters not for the occasional trip out to her boyfriend’s but for like a regular thing because she is at home as little as possible. every single second that she can spend at work she will.

and she hated that i didn’t spend 6-8 hours at work (more counting traffic) and then want to spend all of my free time looking for a second or different job and cleaning the house and cooking all the meals and running all the errands and taking care of the pets. with no help.

and that’s part of what i mean about her working to get out of having to do other things. because she also works so much so that she can get out of eating. like. ever. her body image issues are so fucked up that she will eat one meal a day and be like “ugh i’m such a pig i’m so fat i should stop eating maybe then i’ll lose weight”. and then she’ll deny that she he has an unhealthy relationship to food and claim she just “doesn’t have time to eat” even though she apparently has time to bitch at me over facebook or henpeck her boyfriend and read 8 different versions of her horoscope in an hour + longer breaks

like i’m sorry but if i could eat in 30 minutes with my coworker calling me to panic on the other end bc everyone decides to come into the library at the same fucking time then i think maybe. just maybe. you can eat a goddamn granola bar in 2+ hours while sitting at your desk instead of saying “i should be writing notes” and not actually writing your fucking notes!

what really kinda. bothers me all about it. like in addition to all this super unhealthy stuff that makes her occupation as a therapist hypocritical as hell is how she criticizes me for doing the exact shit that she does.

by which i mean. holding other people to my standards.

i’ve worked a lot at not being judgmental of other people and challenging my own notions of what is right and acceptable when i find myself judging other people. it’s really hard. i think it’s connected a lot to being autistic and the kind of biases that we’re all brought up into and it’s why travelling and secondary education are really important, not even just because of learning aspect (although liberal arts forcing you to take classes outside of your comfort zone. i think helps a lot in this too) but because meeting people from all different kinds of backgrounds makes you look at things from different angles you wouldn’t have otherwise, because if you never leave you never broaden your horizons.

so when there are still standards that i hold people to it’s. i try to just hold people to “not being a total asshole to everyone around you” as a relatively basic standard that i don’t think should be controversial? but even when i voice that opinion - like, literally, i went to richmond cc with two friends and when i got back i was telling my mom about this guy who was very loudly, specifically so that i could hear his unsolicited opinion of my cosplay, talking about how bad/boring jojo was because he knew i was dressed as someone from jojo and he wanted me and everyone else around him to know his opinion of jojo, then went and started mocking his friend for wanting to buy a gba instead of a gameboy sp bc his friend and i both saw the mother 1+2 and mother 3 cartridges and was just being an asshole! again! and i was just complaining to her after the fact about this guy being a dick and my mom’s response, not even like an “i don’t get it but i’m sorry” first was just

“well maybe he’s autistic”

and! i’m sorry! but that! doesn’t fuckign fly with me! i said “so am i that doesn’t mean i go around being an asshole to everyone at con”

and she was like “well maybe he’s not as high-functioning as you you can’t hold everyone to your standards”

NO! NO MAYBE HE WAS BEING AN ASSHOLE BECAUSE HE’S CIS WHITE GUY AND THINKS EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW HIS OPINIONS! do you know how many fucking people go to con are autistic????? a whole shit ton of us! do you know how many poc, trans, nb, not-straight people loudly voice their opinions to make the people around them including their friends feel like shit? NONE OF THEM! NONE OF THEM! NONE OF THEM! ONLY THE CISHET WHITE GUYS WHO THINK THEY’RE TOO GOOD FOR COSPLAY FUCKING DO THAT!

and it’s so irritating! like i’m not allowed to talk about my autism EVER and even when my standards are REALLY FUCKIGN LOW i’m being too judgmental of others but she’s allowed to talk about how everyone who doesn’t work 40+ hours every week and starve themselves is fucking?? lazy????

unreal. un fuckign believable.

#nori talks #nori's adventures in moving out

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downtomyunderoos · 5 years

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this is a post with (excited) personal thoughts over akihiko’s p3d characterization. mass spoilers ahoy

a week ago i wrote a super short post of my impression of akihiko in p3d. essentially: do you ever feel validated having your favorite actually written well for once? that AND he’s pretty similar to how you roleplay him to boot? considering how physically shitty i’ve felt, p3d made the time i spent playing SUCH a good one!!! i’m so thankful

expect an explanation on these points and on my own interpretation x) i will do my best not to talk about every little thing (and fail)… some things are better off secret, anyway. let us begin!!!!

admittedly, a lot of topics brought up in akihiko’s social i’ve thought about (some almost embarrassingly so that i won’t mention them) or reminded me of stuff i wrote myself or in threads. obviously not to a T, but the ideas are similar in nature. like, i got reminded of my threads with loversquiver (excuse me? mystic red?) when akihiko and yukari interacted. how she’d be curious about him and they get to know one another, but their convos quickly become awkward asdhsdfh

or when junpei and akihiko interacted… honestly, it reminded me of how i’ve desired a sexuality thread (i’ve tried starting at least one in the past, even bringing up junpei for comparison)… when junpei asked minato why akihiko can’t get a girl, my headcanon blared: ‘he’s aroace duh!!!’

—but also… i felt called out when junpei said akihiko could ‘win a girl over’ if there was something about him like a flaw that’d surprise them since FFFFFFFF yeah that was what won me over when i played P3P for the first time. you got me

that aside, as a roleplayer i have touched on akihiko maintaining his image and attempts to keep weaknesses a secret, so it’s yoooooo that the game focused on his perfection, yet akihiko (secretly his own worst enemy if his P3P social link has anything to say about that) knows nobody is perfect.

not only that but also p3d takes it further with akihiko saying that’s what makes people interesting, as well as tying that into his self-improvement motif. i’m love

(lol akihiko being the shit-talking type. that was great)

moving on. so… the convo with fuuka… ooh baby.

i’ve a headcanon (inspired by P3P) that akihiko doesn’t understand reasonable portions, and this essentially shone through their conversation dhgdhfjgdj— but, also, p3d made akihiko knowledgable in addition, bringing up the amount of calories foods have and converting them to how much to work off. impressive!!

not only that, the game hit two? three? birds with one stone in my eyes: bringing up cooking. he doesn’t have the skills. he wouldn’t make a girl do it for him, and that he’d like to learn. THIS IS MY SHIT. i’ve wanted this!!!!!!

i never roleplayed with a fuuka, but a few months ago i wrote a drabble about him and fuuka trying to learn (and another drabble with him telling hamuko he’d want to learn), so i hHHHGGHN. p3d took this up a notch tho by making akihiko weird, which i have no qualms with because he is, just not solely via XD protein.

learning akihiko’s thoughts and how he treats his trophies were soo nice… like i love how thoughtful and respectful this made akihiko out to be. it makes me want to look up to him even more, you know? he is peculiarly a sentimental guy (as also shown by his red convo with yukari) even through rationalism, so this addition? *chef’s kiss*

and akihiko’s relationship with mitsuru shown in the social for both theirs reminded me soo much of older sister/younger brother siblings. like how i imagined it? because, aside from knowing each other for years, you can tell they cared for each other but also annoyed one other (and familiarly so, you know what i mean?) and bickered, plus how mitsuru lectured him and said something along the lines of ‘i have no objections at the moment’ in regards to his plans, like? why are you sounding so authoritative asfsdgh

not to mention how akihiko booted himself out of his own room to flee after going too far ashgsdfs

also, i’ve realized before how you never really know akihiko’s thoughts on mitsuru, so him being blunt and even straight up calling minato stupid at the notion of them dating, in front of mitsuru was HGFDJHGFJH. but equating mitsuru and minato as ‘comrades’ was the best answer because.. well, otherwise they did behave as coworkers/teammates, even rivals. you saw that in their dancing. that was how i usually saw them as, besides metaphorical siblings and the like.

extra: i thought it was funny how akihiko also retaliated by mentioning mitsuru’s dorm room full of furniture because that was something i’ve joked over before, considering how her bed is right next to them. and also: akihiko’s plans in regards to going to college? p4a sure fucked that one up ASDFSG

so tl;dr… he’s a good sport. akihiko is so knowledgeable but also considerate towards others that he mostly does dial it back when necessary, when he notices. he’s strangely sentimental yet respectful, not like… a sore winner or what have you, and he has a pretty open mind. he’s very into self-improvement, and getting to interact with everyone and dancing makes him appreciative of the event, that it broadens his horizons. i was always fond of the theme of akihiko broadening horizons in order to grow. good shit.

and as a roleplayer? i’m happy that i could, at the very least, pull off a similar aura with characterization. i don’t want to sound conceited, but if i had to be honest, you know… nonetheless, it’s nice, and unexpected, to feel good about how i write through playing p3d sgfdhfds i worked so hard for years, and then to have atlus finally deliver the goods…

on top of that, it reminded me so much of my fellow partners at times. all the good times. you guys know who you are x)

otherwise, i’m happy we get to see akihiko interact with his kouhai, with aigis. how the game utilizes ken to having akihiko bring up his own childhood (brilliant). and seeing his relationship with mitsuru outside of SEES was much needed.

#ooc:text #i'm about to sleep i just wanted to. clear my mind #feel free to hmu over this #since this is an akihiko blog it feels fitting

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thekingcon · 6 years

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Hear No Evil, See No Evil

… “Speak no evil,” the tail end of the phrase leaks from the mumbling mouth of Daniel’s mother, and catches on his impressionable ears. He ponders the words for a moment but his attention is primarily darting from product to product of the wonderful new place he finds himself in. A great big store of some sort, packed to the brim with strange and wonderful products, colorful breakfast cereals, and twelve different and unique types of milk to go with them, hundreds upon hundreds of packages filled with foods and tools and the occasional toy attached haphazardly to the side of a shelf with a little plastic clip. Daniel had never seen a supermarket before, and to him it was a new world. One could say his upbringing had been a bit sheltered. And that’s when he saw her. A young girl, his age or no older, sprawled across a mountain of cans as she played dead in an overly dramatic fashion. Her clothes were littered with stains of reds and blues and pinks and more colors than Daniel had seen even on the shelves of the great big store they were in. Tomato sauce trickled from her mouth down her cheek and dribbled slowly off the small cleft of her chin, like blood from her mouth, which had been left agape to signify no words were left in her mangled corpse. She twitched occasionally and made various guttural groans. This sight left Daniel quite obviously bewildered. As if completely unfazed by this bizarre sight, Daniel watched as his mother reached up and grabbed a can from just below the strange girl’s head, which then hit the next can in the pile with an audible clunk. His mother moved to the dairy isle. Just then, the girl leapt up and off the tower of canisters and began running around with her arms spread wide like wings, shooting puffs of air from her mouth like harmless bullets that struck down her foes. She danced from consumer to consumer, mocking their fat jowls or short dresses, tugging at sleeves and being the most remarkable nuisance one could possibly imagine. And yet, no one even blinked in response. Except, of course, for Daniel. When she reached him, now rolling like she was wrapped in a carpet, Daniel began to step away slowly from the girl. The girl stopped in her tracks, her back facing Daniel now as she reached the spot he had once occupied. Daniel stopped too, watching cautiously to see what her next move was. Ever so slowly, the girl twisted herself around to face Daniel, still sprawled across the floor with her eyes wide and set on the young boy. “You can see me?” Her voice was quiet and gentle, quite unlike the plethora of sounds she had been throwing at people before her realization that Daniel had eyes. She had a slight British tinge to her voice, and Daniel took note of the golden locks of hair that were not drenched in various store-bought liquids. She was actually quite pretty. “You can see me!” She began shouting now, her eyes wide and wet and blue like the ocean. She leapt up once again and tackled Daniel to the floor, hugging him and rolling around as they impacted the ground. “My name is Elizabeth! I’m twelve years old and I have a fear of crickets but I love Grasshoppers, and I’ve lived in this store for as long as I can remember but no one has seen me, and I love tomato sauce and pasta but I can only eat it when they put it out on the little taste test carts because I have no one to cook for me, so I usually just eat the tomato sauces straight from the can and today I saw it around my mouth and I thought it was a great opportunity for some theatre, I love theatre too but I’ve never had an audience, imagine never having an audience…” She went on for quite some time. Daniel simply looked up at her, occasionally grimacing as drops of sauce dribbled onto his face, but otherwise listening contently. “I thought I was mad.” Daniel noted the dripping wasn’t sauce anymore. Tears began to fall from her cheeks to his as he began to get over his astonishment and actually feel sympathy for the girl. He held her while she cried and that was how it all started.

Every Tuesday, whenever his mother went shopping, Daniel would insist that he came with her on her shopping trips. He would slip away to Elizabeth’s fortress of tomato sauce cans and his mother would continue on, never noticing his absence. The two youths became fast friends. Daniel was quiet, but he could listen to Elizabeth talk for hours without getting bored. She would always listen when he really needed to talk. She was good at telling when he really needed to talk. Probably because she had spent so much time being forced to just watch and listen. Daniel wanted to help. And so, Daniel would bring her things. Elizabeth was always too scared to leave the store, but with a great deal of convincing and many gifts which told tales of more exciting worlds that lie just beyond the shelves and sliding glass doors, she eventually began to broaden her horizons. Daniel held her hand for every step she took.

Slowly but steadily, Daniel’s parents began to stop noticing his absence. They would give him less and less warnings, and often not even stop to take note of Daniel’s leaving. Daniel considered it a sign that they were finally letting him grow up, letting him taste the outside world they had spent so much time and effort protecting him from. Still, sometimes Daniel remarked at how they would seem to look through him. He talked to Elizabeth. “Hmm. That is an odd occurrence, my dear Watson. Odd indeed, but don’t worry about it too much. We don’t want you to go grey before you’re even a legal adult.” A good point, but it felt like she was trying to dismiss the subject. He persisted. “We only have so much time together each week, can’t we just relax and enjoy ourselves a bit? You worry too much, Danny.” Another good point. Daniel trusted her judgment and dismissed the thought. He liked it when she called him Danny.

Months went by and before he knew it, Daniel was spending more time with Elizabeth than anyone else. His mother and father barely spoke to him anymore, and at one point they even forgot to set his place for dinner. Daniel started setting it himself. But none of that mattered, because Daniel had Elizabeth. Every day he would go to see her, and every day they would talk about all the things that Daniel had ever kept to himself. Nothing was unsaid between them, save for that one small worry that was stuck on Daniels mind like a fly to a wind shield. He kept thinking more and more about his parents. How little they saw him. Elizabeth kept changing the subject whenever it came up. It was always there. But, things were still good.

“No one can see me anymore.” Elizabeth looked down. “You knew this would happen.” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “My own parents won’t even think about me. I’m not seen, I’m not heard, I’m not mentioned. It’s like I’ve vanished from existence.” Elizabeth started trembling. She bit her lower lip and shielded her gaze from his face. “I guess I ran out of time, huh?” Daniel waited. Elizabeth grimaced at the silence, but continued regardless. “I’m not here. Not really, I died a long time ago.” Still nothing. “This place is the furthest I got. My farthest boundary, my horizon. I died before I got the chance to go anywhere else, that’s why you…” She didn’t need to say it. Daniel had never been allowed to explore before this. His parents would viciously protect him from anything alien, anything exciting. Before he met Elizabeth, this was the furthest he had gotten as well. His face softened slightly. “… It’ll get better once I’m gone. The more time you spend in my world, the closer you get to it yourself. Right now you’re on the cusp. This is your last chance, Daniel. This is the last time you’ll see me.” Daniel looked at the ground, searching for answers. The cogs in his head were in full swing, tenaciously trying to compute what was happening. These tacky tiles that he had spent so much time with, something familiar in a world of alienation. That which he had craved so fervently, yet seemed so cold and uninviting in his hands. Still, he chose it. Daniel wrapped his arms around Elizabeth’s shaking shoulders. He cradled in his arms the one that he trusted most and in that moment he felt resolute. He wouldn’t let her go. Elizabeth stood in shock. “You idiot, what are you doing? You’ve got everything waiting for you, I’m nothing. Leave me be, I’m a bad omen, an evil, incomplete thing!” He held tighter. “God damn it!” Elizabeth pounded his back and attempted to pry him from herself to no avail. She writhed and reasoned and raged against his affection, but every strike only tightened his embrace. For the first time in her life, Elizabeth was happy that someone saw through her. All that remained was a smile. “Are you sure?” Her voice was just as gentle as the first time. Daniel just nodded into her shoulder, and in that moment, Elizabeth finally felt content. “Thank you. Live your life. You gave me mine.”

And she was gone.

Thanks for reading! This is my first post on this blog which I plan to use as a creative outlet. I wrote this story last semester and it’s my favourite, so I thought I’d share it before starting a bunch of new stories :D . I hope it serves to make someone somewhere happy and possibly broaden a perspective or two.

Good luck and Godspeed,

Con

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Random HC #67 (Continuation of #4 - #66)

Careless!?

Sportacus feels blessed. Robbie ACTUALLY is MOVING around VOLUNTARILY for him! And NOT to work on a scheme that is supposed to run the hero out of town, but to make him HAPPY! They’re DANCING together! On HIS impulse! And the felf is such a skilled dancer! Although Sportacus is the one to lead, that’s obvious to him, because the hero himself hasn’t danced like THIS for YEARS (since he finished hero school, to be all precise) and he’s still so awestruck, excited and happy that they’re doing this, he makes some tiny mistakes, and each time he does, Robbie gently, mutely corrects them immediately. They make it through several different dances like this, including some with quicker paces, until a very slow, romantic song sets in and they reflexively move even closer together until Robbie can rest his head on the smaller man’s shoulder and their chests are pressed together, so they’re almost hugging each other and only softly, slowly sway back and forth and from side to side in synch with the music. It’s peaceful. It’s relaxing. It’s simply wonderful. Robbie smiles softly without interruption and closes his eyes. He knows for sure that this is definitely one of the happiest moments in his entire life. Although he secretly hopes that there will come more like this, now that he and the hero actually are even ‘officially’ together… But then something changes. Just for a split second. But during this, Robbie is certain, he’s dying… “Robbie!” shocked, Sportacus tightens his grip on the felf when he suddenly goes slack in his arms and starts gasping for air, the next moment “Robbie, what is wrong?” “I… I don’t…know…” pants the villain and tries to fight back the upcoming nausea while he’s leaning on the hero for support “…It just…felt like I couldn’t…breathe anymore…” Sportacus doesn’t even ask this time, he just quickly picks the other up, bridal style and carries him over to the bed, asking with barely suppressed panic “But now you can?!?” “…Yes…” the felf tries to calm down again, although still panting hard, and even manages a weak smile, when his friend carefully seats him on the bed, leaned against the pile of pillows, Robbie arranged more tidily again, just a few minutes ago. Sportacus at once grabs his shirt and quickly but carefully pulls it over his head to study the blue lines on his hands, arms and chest precisely again “Do you think they caused this?” “…I don’t know… Maybe I just…overexerted myself again? You know I’m not…really fit…” murmurs the felf uneasily. He doesn’t want his friend to worry so heavily…or even worse start to blame himself again for his accident with the crystal… “You weren’t even slightly panting when we just started to dance slowly,” remarks the hero and shakes his head “No, I don’t think that’s it. We have to find out what has happened to you, as soon as possible! I didn’t find anything in my old school book, but maybe…” “Let’s have some breakfast first, okay?” interrupts Robbie with a still weak but soft smile and gently takes the elf’s hands in his own “I’m even hungrier now. But otherwise, I’m fine again. Please, don’t worry too much…” “Robbie, I don’t want to scare you, but this could be really serious! I have absolutely no idea what these blue lines are and after everything that has already happened and that we got to know during the past few days, I don’t dare to claim that they are harmless and that my folk wouldn’t use dangerous items, as well!” “I know…” “Then why do you want me to take this easy?! Don’t you CARE what happens to you anymore?!?” Sportacus can’t help but to finally burst out with his fear. Robbie has never taken actual care of himself. Even less than the kids do when they play. He even kept climbing up on things, for example the hero’s airship, ignoring his fear of heights until it was too late! Not to mention his untreated sleeping and eating troubles… Robbie averts his eyes “…I care much more about YOU, that’s true… But I…also believe that you’re exaggerating this… Until now, I didn’t even feel or think about these lines anymore and this strange feeling lasted for not even half a second. I really don’t think these two…phenomena are linked in any way…” “Robbie…” Sportacus feels the need to contradict, to tell him that he sees absolutely no chance that all this is pure coincidence. But he doesn’t. Instead, he just pulls him into a tight embrace and murmurs insistently “Remember, we’re a couple now. I’m not only your other half, but you are mine, as well. I need you. And I know you mean well by trying to get me not to worry too much. But that’s not how this works. Not if you’re willingly endangering yourself with it…” Robbie swallows hard but returns the hug tightly, unable to reply anything on that. They stay like this for several minutes, until the felf has fully recovered and is breathing normally again. Then Sportacus slowly straightens up and plants a gentle kiss on his friend’s cheek, his smile soft “…You’re right. Let’s eat…” Robbie nods and watches the hero jump up and get their breakfast. They both sense that it got no use to discuss the subject further now. And Sportacus also calms himself that it’s a good sign that the felf finally is hungry again. And another good sign is the fact that he is also able to walk and move around again, without collapsing. Except of his sudden breathing troubles, of course, but that’s an other problem… One, which the hero hopes to be able to solve, soon! Maybe he can find something about elves and fairies in the old library of the town? Would be rather strange in a way, but not the first time, LazyTown surprises even him… It’s definitely worth a try, they got nothing to lose, anyway… Robbie watches his friend the whole time until he finally sits down crosslegged in front of him on the bed again, and the felf can see his friend’s mind working feverishly by the way he’s furrowing his brows and curling his lips, so his moustache wiggles a little. He looks adorable like this. But since Robbie knows the reason behind this behavior, he can’t even muster a small smile. Instead, he takes the offered plate with rice pudding and the spoon with a murmured “…Thanks…” and lowers his eyes. Sportacus feels a little bad for his outburst already and although he really wants the felf to think about his words and maybe realize that he has to take the situation more serious, he doesn’t want this to stand between them. “…Where did you learn to dance like this?” he tries to sound lighthearted “That was absolutely amazing!” Robbie blushes lightly, but finally starts smiling again and mumbles “…Oh well… Sometimes, the TV is a good teacher, as well… Especially if you’re bored…” “You mean, you learned all that simply by watching?!” “…And trying… Yeah…” the villain looks up again now, his eyes sparkling with hesitant pride “…Was it really…that good?…” “Are you kidding?! You’re a better dancer than I am!” Sportacus gives him a bright smile “I haven’t danced like this in years and I forgot quite a bit, but thanks to you, I refreshed my memory again. That was absolutely impressive! Stephanie would love to see that! Maybe…you could teach her some of these standard dances? She’s more of a…freestyler and a solo dancer…until now… But I bet, she’d be VERY interested in broadening her horizon!…” Robbie’s eyes grow wide “Teach her?! I!? I don’t think… Sportacus!” in a reflex, the villain snatches the full spoon out of the hero’s one hand and the second full plate out of his other, staring at him in shock “Are you crazy?! You’ll get a sugar meltdown!” The elf looks at him for a moment, then he starts smiling and shakes his head “No, no! Don’t worry! This one’s without extra sugar but with pieces apples! I’ll be fine!” “Oh…” the felf blushes a little, but needs a moment to break out of his shock freeze and hand the food back “…Sorry! I…didn’t notice that you prepared two different rice puddings… I… Are you…really sure that you won’t…” he worriedly glances from the hero’s plate to his own and back “…You are sure that you didn’t swap them accidentally? And you’ve never eaten this before, yourself, have you?! What if…” “Robbie,” Sportacus gently takes his hands, which is possible, since they’re both holding their plates on their laps now, and smiles noticeable touched “It’s really okay. I already tried a spoonful while preparing it when you’ve been in the bathroom, so IF anything happened, you’d get no shock. I improved the security systems of the airship. In case, I get a sugar meltdown in here, I’ll be provided with an apple, immediately…” “You tell me again, I’M too careless with my health!” growls Robbie now, after the second shock about this information has ceased, frees his hands out of his friend’s grip and folds his arms “I really doubt that getting a sugar meltdown on a regular basis is healthy for you, Sportaflop! I mean, not even I was THAT cruel! I only poisoned you when it was ABSOLUTELY necessary for my plan!” “How thoughtful of you,” the hero laughs softly, but he senses the guilty conscience of the villain behind his half-joke and lovingly cups his cheek “Hey. It’s okay. Really.” “…What exactly is?…” Robbie can’t help a low sniff in an attempt to fight back his tears. “Everything,” to support his words, Sportacus bows forward and kisses him shortly but lovingly “…As long as we are there for each other…” “…This…would sound like verbiage, if anybody else said it…” the felf smiles weakly, his tears swallowed down successfully “…But luckily, it’s you saying it… You incorrigible positive, warmhearted, handsome fool, you…” “Love you, too!” now, Sportacus is really laughing, but soon, his expression becomes soft again and he remarks “Let’s eat… WITHOUT worrying for each other or getting a guilty conscience because of mistakes we made in the past…including just yesterday…” a wry smile. “Agreed,” Robbie nods and smiles, as well, then they both finally focus on their food. “Oh, and about you teaching Stephanie…” A low knock interrupts the hero. “Speaking of the devil,” Robbie smirks and when he notices the elf’s gaze, he shrugs “What? It’s just a saying!” Smiling, the hero rolls his eyes, puts the plate on the bedside table and jumps up, to head for the door. “Hey,” Robbie calls him back, and when he turns around again, he throws him his hat with a wink, while quickly putting on his own shirt again, as well, to cover most of the blue lines “Do I always have to take care of you, Sportaflop?!” Blushing and smirking, Sportacus quickly puts his hat back on and opens the door “Good morning, Stephanie! We’ve just been talking about you… By the way, you’re early… And the weather isn’t really nice… Did you even have breakfast?” “No,” the pink girl shakes her head, noticeably excited “My uncle and I just wanted to start eating, when we suddenly got interrupted by the doorbell…” “I bet that was Miss Busybody!” calls Robbie from the bed, rolling his eyes “Am I right?!” “…No…” “Why don’t you come in first. You appear all worked-up…” remarks the hero worriedly and guides the child inside, already fearing the worst. What if one of the kids got hurt during the storm?! He wouldn’t know… His crystal isn’t working…it’s only HURTING people, itself… “Is something wrong in town?” Robbie obviously shares his concern. Openly now. Even in front of Stephanie. “…I’m not sure…” she holds on tightly to her small, pink handbag, an obvious sign for her nervousness and looks between the two men back and forth. Sportacus turns the music player off now, which has been lowly playing another slow, romantic song until now . Then he gently rests a hand on her back, guiding her instinctively closer to the bed “You can tell us everything, you know that. What happened?” “There were some people at the door…” she bites her bottom lip “…They appeared…friendly and were smiling, but… I don’t know… I didn’t like them…” “Oh, I know that feeling!…” murmurs Robbie and gives her a small smile. His fear that he could hurt her accidentally with his new powers is still pressing, but gets beaten by the sad, confused look in her eyes now. He isn’t sure when he’s become this sentiment, but he can’t help it, anyway… Sportacus gives him a thankful, happy look and Stephanie returns the smile weakly, before telling on “…They…talked to my uncle at the door and I…overheard them…” “My, girl, don’t make it more thrilling than it actually is,” sighs Robbie with acted annoyance and does an inviting gesture “So, what did they want from your uncle, hm?” “Nothing…” Stephanie looks into his eyes for another moment, then she turns to the hero “…They are looking for Sportacus…”

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