WOOP-WOOP (1/2)! Can I ask for a matchup from part 5? I am a straight girl, 5'1, with brown wavy hair and eyes. I like to listen to old music from 60-80s but all eras are welcome. I like to draw manga, watch anime, play video games, and read books. I am a sensitive person and want to feel helpful to others. Academic-wise I am confident in my abilities. When I get closer to you, I'll sometimes flaunt my skills because you're my friend. I can get sarcastic and blunt when I'm close to someone.
Heyo dear! Mun Gremlin and I came to the conclusion that you were a tough one to match! But after all, we found the answer to our prayers, and oh, am I jealous of it’s long, silky blonde hair…
Tiziano!
You met by chance on the street! You were walking by when you noticed a wonderful melody coming from a rather ragged looking man sitting on the side of the street on some wet cardboard. With a pang of guilt and your nurturing instincts playing the part, you approached the man, kneeling down before the humble hat he had in front of him and leaving in it your charity. “You sound wonderful, sir.”
What’s your surprise when a most handsome man kneels down next to you and does much the same, turning to face you and give you the most charismatic smile you’d seen. “Yes he does, good old Marco is here every Wednesday to delight us all.” He commented, and you noticed how the man nod n silence as he quietly played some tune to himself.
Extending a hand towards you to help you get back up, and accepting the gesture, you both stood back on your feet and, after having this mistery man wave and wink at the gentle musician, he guided you to walk along with his hand. “Go forth signorina, there isn’t much more to see around this parts.”
You stood in the same spot, looking at this beautiful man and gathered your thoughts to promptly give him a maybe overenthusiastic nod before turning on your heel and making your way back home as previously planned.
He chuckled, turning to the man with the guitar and changing his smile into a slight displeased pout. “You didn’t steal anything from her, did you now, Marco?” The man humbly shook his head, looking Tiziano in the eye. “That missy was kind enough to appreciate my music, Tiz, she didn’t just pity me, I wouldn’t take anything from her, promise.”
Tiziano scowled at the man, already knowing his antics and kicking him to the side not so gently to confirm that he, in fact, had a bracelet under his ass. Most likely yours, he thought. With a groan, he grabbed the piece of jewelry and gave the musician a last displeased look. The man sat back on his behind in a fit of chuckles. “What can I say, takes a liar to know one.” With a scoff, Tiziano gripped tightly the stolen item in his hand.
“One of this days, you’re going to take something from someone you shouldn’t have, and you’ll regret it, Marco.” Turning on his heel, Tiziano left his own way, walking back to his own house. He’d take care of the whole ordeal of finding you and returning the bracelet to you later. Now, he had to take care of other matters.
On the following Wednesday, you decided to come back to the same alley, seeing the man with the guitar quietly playing his melodies one more time, as if he’d never really moved, as if nothing really had happened in the time you were absent.
When you were two steps away from the man, you felt a slender but strong hand grip your upper arm and tug you with force into an uncomfortably narrow branching alley, pressing you tightly against the stranger’s figure. The person holding you to them and pressing you to be silent by the hand pressed over your mouth seemed to be a man, which you could barely make out by the way your forehead pressed against his toned chest.
Upon looking up, you noticed that this face was familiar, alarmingly and wonderfully so. You almost felt guilty for feeling excited upon discovering it was him, but quickly, common sense kicked in and all your alarms went off. What was going on? Why couldn’t you talk? Why was he holding you like this in this uncomfortable position? You couldn’t do anything but comply and stay quiet, looking to the side into the street you previously were walking on.
The taller man looked down at your figure, stoically and firmly staring into the street, keeping your composure. The hand he had on your back so you wouldn’t hurt yourself on the rough old brick wall behind you tightened against him for a brief second as a way to comfort your inner distress. He greatly admired your poise, had to give credit where it was due.
You felt him press you to him, but before you could react in any way, you heard voices on the street, they were screaming at the man you knew as Marco surely, for there was no one else on the street. “This is the last time you steal from the capo’s kid, filthy scumbag!” A gunshot, you heard a gunshot and a group of steady steps that, painfully slowly, faded away.
Your heartbeat boomed loudly in your ears, you felt weak on your knees. You didn’t want to be there, but at the same time, the secure hold on your form from the man made you feel better, your breathing slowly calmed down again. Upon sighing long and tiredly, the male chuckled, letting go of you and squeezing out of the narrow alley, helping you out with a guiding hand on yours in case your legs failed you due to the recent shock.
He gave you a genuine smile, leaning down to kiss your hand and performing a much too formal bow for you, making you tense your lips in disbelief and bewildered amusement. “The name’s Tiziano, it’s a pleasure to… well, meet again, miss.” He spoke, his voice lower than you’d expected and as smooth as you’d vaguely remembered from last day.
With a small, lopsided smile on your face, you took your hand back, jokingly bowing back at Tiziano and granting him the generous gift of a genuine smile and a light chuckle. “Well, mine’s Y/N, the pleasure is mine, Tiziano.” You finished, raising an eyebrow at how his body seemed to move to the side when your eyes wandered off behind him so you wouldn’t have to stare straight at him. His broad shoulders blocked your view and now you were curious as to why he did such a childish thing. He cleared his throat, guiding with his hand you turn around and go back from where you’d come from. “Miss, I’d rather you avoid looking at an unpleasant scene, you’ve undergone enough stress today.”
You understood, he was blocking your view from the corpse that was surely still laying there, the man with the guitar who was no longer there to play his melodies. After a long, deep breath in, you let your gaze travel back to his icy blue eyes once more. He had such a pretty complexion, he almost looked ethereal when you gave it some thought. Snapping back from your thoughts by the small smirk forming on the observed’s face, you cleared your throat, turning on your heel and walking back from where you came from.
Not expecting how he seemed to quietly adjust his pace with yours, walking by your side. You looked him up and down, what was it now? You started to feel a sense of nervousness form on the pit of your stomach, when he spoke again, visibly a bit embarrassed he’d just acted without explaining himself, making the situation a bit awkward. “My bad, I just thought it was only natural I’d take you for a drink, after all that just happened, maybe an infusion to calm yourself? You do look a bit pale, Y/N.”
Raising your fingers to graze your cheek after his comment on your appearance, you gave it some thought. It wouldn’t be so bad to calm yourself after practically indirectly witnessing murder. You looked at him once more, giving him a nod with a reluctant half smile. “Oh! My treat, signorina.” You rolled your eyes. You weren’t about to start a fight over being perfectly capable of fending for yourself, so you just silently accepted his offer, which earned a satisfied “hm” from him, who seemed rather contempt.
When you’d gotten to a quiet, small cafe in a zone you knew well enough, he sat across from you, his manners almost impeccable; from the way he sat to the way he stirred his coffee, it all seemed thoroughly practiced. How did someone manage to look so graceful with such small things? After hearing his spoon click against the ceramic plate under his cup, you snapped your gaze back up at his, who seemed to be rather focused on you.
“I’d drink that before it gets cold, miss.” He snarkily remarked, a small smug smile on his face as he rose his own cup to his lips. You huffed, annoyed at his, even if obviously playful, impertinence. You rose the cup to your lips and gave it a good long sip, enjoying the warm sensation slide down your throat. It really did feel better to drink this after all, as much as you hated giving the credit to him. Why were you so snappy and absentminded today? You weren’t quite sure, probably due to the weird events piling up in the day, yeah, that had to be it.
After lowering your cup once more, you noticed Tiziano fidget in his seat, apparently searching for something in his pockets. After he found it, with a quite remarkably adorable “oh” and a smile crossing his face, he slid a handkerchief across the table towards you, patting it carefully and retiring his hand once more. “I think this belongs to you, Marco took it last time.”
“Oh?” You rose your eyebrow in wonder, how did he take anything from you without you even noticing anything weird? Much to your surprise, after undoing the folds of the delicate piece of cloth and checking its insides, you couldn’t help but let out a tiny gasp. “My bracelet!” You were still confused, still, immediately took it in your hands and gently rubbed it with the tip of your thumb. This was a precious gift, you’d been so sad if it got lost or stolen. You heard Tiziano let out an awkward cough and look away, apparently questioning his actions as to what business could he have keeping and returning a stolen bracelet from a girl he didn’t have any particular business with.
When you were about to speak, finding his conflicted expression endearing and extending your hand towards him, he seemed to come back from his thoughts, looking at your hand and almost immediately taking it in between his. You blushed, and he seemed to nervously find an answer to that action through a small smile and a nervous chuckle, rubbing his thumb for the slightest fraction of a second on your wrist and seemingly coming up with an excuse. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to help you hook it back on, dolcezza.”
After giving him a small nod as approval and biting your lip, almost incredulous this situation was real, Tiziano gave you a genuine smile before focusing on your bracelet once more, hooking it on and, much to your surprise, lifting your wrist to his face and placing a gentle kiss on it. “There, as beautiful as ever.” You felt your brain give up for a second, quickly recovering with an awkward laugh and placing both your hands on your lap. Upon this reaction, he laughed, amused at how lost you looked.
He downed the rest of his coffee and looked at his wrist, checking the time on his watch and coughing in surprise. He looked frantic now, and looked back at you with an apologetic expression. You knew pretty quick that he must have been late somewhere and had just realized. With an amused giggle, you signaled him to go off, and he took that with a chuckle and a nod. He rose from his seat, but before he could leave, he turned back around and slid you a tiny card, a business card.
“If there’s any trouble, or any emergency, do contact me, principessa.” With that and a quick stop by the bar to leave your beverages paid for, he quickly fled the cafe, leaving you wondering where he left, how fancy his business card was, and how wonderful his touch felt on your skin, even if briefly.
Back in your house, you couldn’t stop thinking about today’s events, in the end, spending most the night tossing and turning in bed, unable to take out of your mind Tiziano’s handsome features and his silky sweet voice, his gentleness, his whole presence. And then, you remembered; you had a way to contact him. You jumped up from bed, digging through your bag and finding what you looked for. Even though pretty old fashioned and much too professional, the only thing that read in that card was an email.
You opened the mail app on your phone, ancient times since you last used it to actually chat with anyone, and shot him a message. You just said hi, but oh, did you want to say way more. But, it would be weird, would it not? To say “Hey, remember me? I’m the cafe girl from today, can’t sleep thinking about being in your arms and your pretty face haha” would be rather blunt, and even though you were in fact, blunt; it didn’t seem appropriate right now. This was surely a silly crush that you’d forget by the end of the week.
Thinking about that, and closing your eyes to reminisce on his soft touch again, on his reserved yet charismatic smiles, you felt yourself slowly drift into a much needed rest.
You did not expect waking up to three new mails, that brought an immediate smile to your face.
“Hello, Y/N, I hope you rest well, it is pretty late.”
“No matter, I hope I’m not being too blunt, but I’d like to meet up again sometime soon.”
“I’m hoping you fell asleep, good morning in such case, dolcezza.”
All three sent a few hours ago, since you rose at the early hour of 7am. Quickly, you replied, hoping he’d have a little bit of time to reply back.
“Sure, tell me when and where, bello.”
You went about with your day with a little extra spring in your step, you were excited, what could you do. Once back home, you didn’t expect his reply waiting for you on your computer screen.
“I’m not a big fan of crowded spaces, if it’s not much to ask, you could come to my place? I have a free spot next Saturday evening. Sounds okay?”
Next Saturday felt so far away, and you couldn’t help but sigh deeply. You’d have to wait the rest of this week, and almost the entirety of the next one to see that pretty face once more. It was a bummer, but quickly enough, you looked at it form the bright side; you’d get to see him! At his place!
Oh wait, at his place? Was it rational or safe to even accept going to a rather suspicious and newly met man’s place after just two days of interacting and some scarce mails? Your better judgement was well overshadowed by your eager heart, quickly typing away your response before getting in the shower.
“Sounds wonderful. See you next Saturday, Tiz.”
The week went by with you two exchanging nightly mails about how your day went and Tiziano sending a picture or two of things he found that thought you’d like to see. You talked about your interests and your likes and dislikes, even shared some stories and personal information! You couldn’t believe you’d grown so close in the period of a few days.
Saturday came by, and since you’d given him your address, he waited for you at your door with elegant poise, wearing casual clothes that looked extremely fine on him. When you met his eyes outside, you did expect him to smile brightly at you, but you did not expect to be lifted by your waist up into his arms and being twirled for a moment, seeing him shoot you one genuine, joyful smile in the process.
When he let you down again, your cheeks were flushed, and your heartbeat picked up again. Okay, maybe the crush would go away after today, there was still hope for your poor heart, because at this rate, if he kept doing those things, smiling at you like that and taking you into his wonderful embrace like its nothing… You were not gonna get over this feeling, not anytime soon at least.
“Shall we go? I parked right over there, bellissima.” He started, still beaming that charming smile down on you.
When you get to his house, after some flirty remarks about your appearances here and there, you help him set the table. Surprisingly enough, he made a most wonderful meal; you did not expect him to be a good cook.
After eating a most delicious dinner, exchanging some jokes here and there, some comments about your day and how you anticipated seeing the other, your plates were empty, and after the glasses of wine, you felt comfortable enough to get up and wander about in his apartment.
He looked at you and laughed quietly, seeing you calmly pace around his living with an absent yet oddly focused look on your face. “Cute.” He said, mostly to himself, and you didn’t seem to hear, for you kept wandering about.
While Tiziano cleans the table, you notice a familiar item laying against the side of the sofa. The guitar case seemed to call to you, and you couldn’t help but kneel down and open it, revealing a most wonderful instrument you were quite familiar with.
You hear Tiz approach with a happy sounding “hm!” as he kneeled in front of you. “You play it?” He started, not taking his eyes off you, a small smile lingering on his lips when he noticed you smile fondly at the instrument.
“A little bit, when I need to take my mind off things.” He gives you a lopsided smile and gently places his hand over one of yours. “Would you play something for me right now, bella?” Without thinking about it too much, you pick it up and scoot over to the side, sitting with your back on the sofa and with your legs crossed; Tiziano follows suit and sits comfortably close, looking at you with expectation.
You start playing a very familiar soft tune, earning a cute “Oh!” from Tiziano, who now sat holding one leg to his chest and regaling you with a most tender smile.
“Wise men say… only fools rush in…”
“Elvis?” He noted, amused at your song of choice. You giggle, resuming your playing while giving him an affirming nod. “I really like music from that era, it’s really neat.” He nods, agreeing with you in that matter and quietly leaning his shoulder to touch yours.
As you sing softly, you feel him lean closer, eventually leaving you to turn your face to him with a chuckle and a “What are you doi-” that gets cut in your throat when you notice how his breath now clashes against yours. He rose one of his hands and cupped your cheek tenderly, leaning in slowly to press his forehead against yours. Loosening your grip on the guitar, you let a sharp breath in when you felt his warm, soft lips press gently against yours. You kissed him back, only to feel him press back with a small smile on his lips. It was an innocent, tender kiss, filled with emotion.
After breaking off the kiss, you bit your lip and looked down, feeling his hand still gently caress your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your hair and whispering into your ear. “Sono stato stregato da te, dolcezza.” (I’ve been bewitched by you, sweetness.)
You bit your lip, leaving the guitar aside and promptly sitting on his lap, leaning in to kiss him once more after replying with a playful, overjoyed tone. “May it stay that way, bello.”
When dating!
He lives for being touched by you and letting him have his hands all over you! Hugs, twirls in his arms, cuddling, holding your hand, sliding his arm over your shoulder when on the sofa, holding your hand under the table, linking his arm with yours while going for a walk… anything goes as long as it means he gets to have you physically close!
Will encourage you in all the ways and aspects he can! He’s a very very very supportive person and even more so in a relationship! It may even get a bit embarrassing sometimes, but that’s just because he loves you!!!
He finds you being so smart and dedicated a very respectable feat! He will ruffle your hair and hold you in his arms when you get sassy about it and tease you of “not letting you touch the ground until you shut up and kiss him”.
Competitive too so you’re in for banter but the type of banter that you laugh after, expect lots of tickling and playful tossing around after little fights, he’ll most likely start them by throwing you over his shoulder and slamming you (gently of course) on the sofa to slay you with the incessant ticklish touch of his fingers.
He’s 100% into whatever you do, go forth, you’ll always have a big fan! And he’ll immediately join in whatever it is you want to do! He likes to learn new songs for the guitar from you, he was pretty mediocre to begin with quite honestly.
All the kisses, he’ll steal them, give them, receive and please just…. kiss him!!! He loves kissing you to the point he can’t stop thinking about coming back from work to do it.
He’ll watch as you draw and make little scarce comments not to disturb you like “I like the eyes.” or “That outfit choice is the cutest, amore.”
When you read please tell him, he loves serving as your pillow, letting you rest against him as he reads with you over your shoulder, there is little to nothing that he loves more in the world than doing these types of things with you.
He knows how to dance, and he’ll drag you to him in your living room to dance along to any of the old bops you got laying around. Sometimes, you can’t believe you landed such a treasure for a partner… he’s got a vinyl player, it’s heaven.
He sucks at video games, big time! But that won’t stop him from playing Mario Kart with you on Friday nights and getting his butt thoroughly beat and defeated. He always says “If I lose this round, I get a kiss, for trying.” You roll your eyes, but those stupid remarks are one of the many things you love about Tiziano, and he knows it.
Tumblr has eaten all my drafted replies thrice, so that’s another reason updating takes so long, I gotta work on ONE request at a time and finish it, otherwise, when we check in the next morning, it won’t be there (´;ω;｀)
As a side note! Mun Gremlin is an incompetent human being that I bully on the regular and, he’d like to apologize for accidentally reblogging stuff last night into this blog instead of his main. You nasty Gremlin, learn how to use a computer smh. (I love him guys don’t worry it’s a joke, but yeah, he has a hard time with Tumblr sometimes so if you see random reblogs sometimes that get deleted on the blog a bit after, you know who the culprit is （；¬＿¬) )
