#and gimme some bask mates too please

[spinnysocks]

i need scales. immediately

[lejojotrash]

Can I get uhh some members of la squadra of your choice reacting to a team mate or s/o being absolutely enamoured with autumn leaves and bare trees when they see them because where they come from all the trees are evergreen and it's very hot. Like they just get really happy and excited about it and the cooler weather being so amazing for them. Thanks if you do this also I do not mind if this is headcanons or an imagine fic just whichever you would like! You have a great week!

Some members reacting to a teammate or s/o being enamoured by autumn leaves and bare trees because all they’ve ever seen was evergreen and it’s really hot where they come from.

I wrote for three members only because I write a lot lmao. Also Illuso needs more love

Illuso:

“Are you cold?” Illuso asks the question even though he knew the answer. He could see the way the goosebumps appeared upon your arm and how you tried to cover up your bare arms to preserve the warmth you had.

Illuso didn’t know why you were cold, but then again he does wear extremely thick fabric for clothes and you did come from another country where it was blazing hot 24/7. You probably weren’t accustomed to the temperatures in Italy yet.

You now focused on Illuso after he asked the question. The two of you were on a stakeout for a mission, something about a raising gang, or something along those lines. Anyways, the two of you were hanging out in his mirror world for the meantime, waiting for the gang meeting up.

“Mmm…” You hummed. “…A bit…” You were the one who spoke the least in La Squadra because of your incredibly thick accent and the fact that you had a hard time phrasing sentences in Italian, but you could understand your peers just fine. “Never this… cold before… back in country… always hot…” You walked towards a fallen brown leaf on the ground and picked it up to examine it. The texture of the leaf was rough and stiff. The feeling was foreign on your fingertips.

“Don’t break it,” Illuso warned, staring in amusement at your bewildered expression at the leaf. “We don’t want to warn them of our presence.”

“Mmm…” You hummed and gave a nod of acknowledgement. You gently placed the leaf back down. “The leaves… they’re always green… back home… Italy is different… It’s pretty here… All the fallen leaves and things…” Illuso notes the nostalgic look in your eyes as you compared Italy to your home country.

“Do you miss it? Your country?”

“No…” You shook your head, even though you knew that Illuso knew that you were lying. “Even if I did would that make me weak and… Senti… Senti-”

“Sentimental?” Illuso supplied. You nodded. “No. It’s perfectly normal for people to miss their homes.”

“Ah…” You merely said. “I don’t… I don’t regret my choice though. Italy is great. I like it… A lot…” You smiled. It didn’t look like you were lying in Illuso’s eyes. There was silence between the two of you for a while until Illuso himself broke it

“After this mission, I’ll show you around,” He stated. You looked at him in surprise, but then smiled again.

“Thank you,” You said. “That is… Very… Very nice of you…”

“It’s not a problem,” Illuso dismisses. “But please. Tell me more about your country.”

“It would be my… Honor? No… My… Ah…”

“Pleasure?”

“Yes… It would be my pleasure…”

Ghiaccio:

“Oh my God!” You exclaimed in your native language, dragging your grumpy, blue haired boyfriend to the source of your exclaim.

“Jesus fucking Christ! How many times do I need to remind you?! You’re in Italy! So speak Italian!” Ghiaccio chided but you ignored him, holding him by the hand and guiding him forcefully to a tree, but not just any tree. That tree had orange and brown colored leaves, and they were currently falling off as the wind picks up speed.

“Look at those leaves, Ghiaccio! They’re falling and they’re brown and orange and it looks so beautiful!” You rambled about the leaves as you took out your phone to snap some pictures of the tree.

“Yeah? So what? They do that all the time when it’s fall,” Ghiaccio states blandly with a raised brow at your odd behavior, secretly basking in your energetic, adorable behavior. His face softened and calmed in affection at the sight of your happy face.

“So what?” You repeated incredulously. “The trees don’t do that back in my country! They always stay green and they never fall! And it’s always hot in my country. Imagine summer here in Italy, and replace it with all four seasons. That’s what my country is like.” Ghiaccio grimaced slightly. Summer all the time? He could only imagine the hottest day in Italy be common for you everyday back where you lived. Did you guys even have ice skating? He grunted in displeasure at the thought. Ghiaccio made a mental note to teach you how to ice skate later.

“Quick, Ghiaccio, take a selfie with me,” You commanded, turning the phone to face towards the two of you as you tried to position the phone where it could fit the two of you and the tree. Ghiaccio scrunched his face up at the word.

“What the hell? What kind of a word is ‘selfie’? Is that even a-” Ghiaccio was on the beginnings of a rant while you rolled your eyes.

“Sorry, Ghiaccio. I meant take a picture of the two of us and not ask any other people to take a picture of us, while we try to angle the camera correctly by our own means,” You corrected yourself with a huff. You knew how bad Ghiaccio could be with language, especially with idioms, slang, metaphors, etc.. He takes everything so literally. Ghiaccio nods in approval at your changed explanation.

“Better,” He stated, as you tried to angle the camera correctly. He could see you roll your eyes. Soon enough, the two of you stood in front of the tree for a good minute too long. Ghiaccio’s short patience began to become noticable as his face started to scrunch up again, and he began to tap his foot. You unfortunately didn’t get the hint that your boyfriend was getting impatient.

“Here gimme that!” Ghiaccio snatched the phone away from you, growing irritated at you positioning the camera for too long. You smiled brightly, while Ghiaccio stared with a calm expression, trying to hide his irritation and impatience at the camera with the tree in the background. He snaps the photo, and you hastily took the phone away from his hand.

“Oooohhh,” You stared in awe at the picture he took. “Thanks, Ghiaccio!” You quickly went on the tips of your feet to press a chaste kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek in gratitude. The back of his neck began to heat up as well the tip of his ears at the surprising gesture. He instinctively fixed his red glasses by pushing it up at the bridge with his middle finger. “I love it! You’re amazing! I owe you one!” Ghiaccio pressed a hand to his cheek.

“Yeah, I know I’m great,” Ghiaccio rolled his eyes, still trying to recover from the kiss. You giggled at his statement. “You’re buying dinner.”

“Okay!” Even though deep down the both of you knew that Ghiaccio was gonna be the one who ends up paying for dinner. Ghiaccio wants to see more of your excited expression about how great (and better) Italy was compared to your home country, so he ends up dragging you around town to as many places he could remember that had extremely beautiful sights during the fall.

Pesci:

“Pesci,” You call out to the insecure man, as you stared outside the base’s window. What the heck was going on?

“Yes? Do you need anything?” Pesci heads towards you so that he could also get a look at what you were seeing. He didn’t see anything special, besides from the fact that the brown and orange leaves were falling into the backyard of the base. He was probably gonna be the one to clean it up, as well as you since you two were the newer and greener members of La Squadra. You smushed your face against the window. “(First)… You’re gonna get the window dirty…” You muttered something incoherent against the glass. “What?” You pulled your face away from the window.

“Why are the leaves falling?” You ask in awe and in skepticism.

“Huh?”

“The leaves,” You began to repeat slowly. “They’re falling, but why?” Pesci doesn’t know how to answer that without sounding like a total jerk, and he doesn’t want to sound like one.

“Because…” He trails off, trying to word his answer as nicely as possible. “It’s fall?”

“But fall isn’t like this back in my country!” You exclaim loudly, suddenly. Pesci slightly flinches at your changed tone. “Is this the work of an enemy stand? There must be some wrong!”

“(F-First), please calm down…” Pesci fruitlessly tried to soothe you. Well that explains your weird behavior at the window. He couldn’t believe you’ve never seen the leaves like this during fall in your home country. “It’s normal for the trees to be like this… Here. I’ll go out and show you.” You clutched his shirt as he was attempting to leave, surprising him.

“But what if you get hurt!?” You blurt out suddenly. Pesci feels a sudden burst of confidence to reassure you that falling, orange and brown leaves weren’t deadly at all.

“I’ll… I’ll be fine,” He stated, a growing chuckle at your extremely worried and scared face, but he pushed it down. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You promise?”

“I promise.” Pesci feels really, really confident, like Big Bro Prosciutto. It’s a great feeling honestly because he’s never felt relied on so much before, even if it was for something stupid like this. Pesci headed outside, standing in the center of all of those falling leaves, as you watched from the inside (and safety) of the base. You were beginning to flinch as a leaf was heading towards Pesci, and it was stuck on top of his haircut. “See?” You could feel a growing laughter within you, and then you suddenly bursted out laughing. “(First)?” Why were you laughing at him? Was this a trick? He could himself shrink.

“I-I feel so-” You inhaled sharply to get ahold of yourself but it didn’t work. “I can’t believe I was so scared of some falling leaves! Ha!” You continued to laugh heavily as Pesci himself began to laugh as well. Eventually you calmed down and headed outside to stand next to Pesci. A leaf suddenly appeared on your face, and clung to your face as you were robbed of your sight. “HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK! SAVE ME, PESCI! IT’S AN ENEMY STAND! THEY’RE USING THE LEAVES TO ROB OUR SENSES!” Pesci started to laugh harder as you screamed bloody murder and flailed your arms widely to get rid of the leaf that was on your face. “IT’S NOT FUNNY! HELP ME!”

Pesci tried to calm himself down and wiped the prickling tears from his eyes, and began to head towards you, but then suddenly a leaf hit him in the face robbing him of his sight as well.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed in surprised. “BIG BRO, (FIRST), HELP ME! I CAN’T SEE!”

“I CAN’T SEE EITHER! PROSCIUTTO, HELP US!”

Bonus ending!

Prosciutto stared out the window in disbelief as two assassins (HIS assassins. The ones HE’S training and mentoring. They’re also in their twenties might he add) were screaming about a leaf stuck on their faces and screaming about an enemy stand and groping around blindly for each other and screaming his name like he was the answer to their problems.

The rest of the squad were looking at the sight as well. Risotto was not amused (actually he was slightly amused but no one could really tell), Melone and Formaggio were cracking up, Ghiaccio was shaking his head at the stupidity of his team mates, Illuso… Illuso doesn’t even know how to react, and Prosciutto… Prosciutto needed a smoke.

“Do something about this,” Risotto commanded, a small huff coming from his mouth, demonstrated some of his amusement, but one could interpret it as an irritated sigh.

“Yes, capo…” Prosciutto gritted his teeth. He was sure gonna have a long lecture for the two of you.