#risotto being happy makes me happy

[jonathanssweatercollection]

you still resent nancy and jonathan for getting together???? for “hurting steve’s feelings”??? despite the fact that he verbally supported their relationship like 2 hours after seeing them together. this from a season that released 6 fucking years ago. a season prior to him saying that he was NOT in love with nancy anymore. do you want me to call shawn levy and tell him of your dilemma. bestie do you need to rewatch the source material

[pride-of-storm]

lmao got birth control arm implant replaced this afternoon and like. on the one hand the numbness hasn't even fully worn off yet, but on the other hand the pressure bandage is Already driving me nuts. and there is some marvelous bruising starting to peek out the top of it too, so i know i definitely can't take it off yet but-- augh

[forzalando]

Seeing Someone

Lando Norris x friend!reader (female reader)

summary: Lando is finally ready to tell you how he feels when he overhears you say that you've started seeing someone - but overheard conversations aren't always what they seem. wc: 5.5k author's note: a few disclaimers: 1. let's all pretend that everyone has to spend a few weeks at MTC before the start of the season and they commute to/from London. 2. therapy and mental health help are so important - i purposefully left some things vague because people go to therapy for a variety of reasons and it should be normalized! i also didn't want things to get too heavy or potentially upset anyone by choosing to elaborate on something they relate to/hits a little too close to home. 3. this was inspired by a post i saw on my dash that said "when you said you were seeing someone i was hoping you meant a therapist". this originally started out more light-hearted, but the angst came out and i couldn't stop. feeling a little insecure about this one - thoughts and feelings in the comments/reblogs/my inbox would be so cherished and appreciated :) once again, special shoutout to @sof1shticated for being my beta reader. couldn't do this without you, Mel! warnings: mentions of reader going to therapy, mentions of reader drinking, a few curse words (i think), and angst! but there is a happy ending (even if it's a little open-ended)

Lando had searched the entirety of McLaren HQ at this point and started to worry – you were quite literally nowhere to be found. Usually, this wouldn’t phase him, since you were notorious for getting distracted or caught up in conversation with everyone you came across. You especially found ways to delay leaving MTC when you had to be there physically – the commute from HQ back to London each day was objectively the worst part of everyone coming together in the weeks leading up to each new season.

Today, however, the two of you had plans to get dinner at your favorite restaurant in London and you would never miss a chance to devour your favorite scallop risotto, cheese garlic bread, several glasses of wine, and a heaping mound of tiramisu for dessert.

He stopped speed-walking abruptly when he saw a familiar head of brown hair out of the corner of his eye.

“OSCAR,” Lando shouted, his speed-walk turning into a run. “Oscar, have you seen Y/N? She told me to meet at her office at 5:00pm but it’s 5:30pm and she is literally missing. She better have a good excuse, I hate being late.”

“Missing? Are you sure she’s not just caught up in a meeting? I saw her heading to Zak’s office around 4:45pm, did you check there?”

“Zak’s office, of course! The one place I didn’t check. Thanks, Osc, you’re the man.”

Oscar rolled his eyes – “Anytime, Lan. What are you running late for? Hot date?”

Lando didn’t miss the wiggle of Oscar’s eyebrows and slight smirk. It wasn’t a secret to the Australian that Lando had a crush on Y/N – although Lando had never confirmed or denied it, it was pretty obvious to anyone who spent more than 30 seconds around them.

“Ah, something like that,” Lando said nonchalantly, a bashful blush making its way to his cheeks.

“Good luck, mate!” Oscar threw a wave over his shoulder as he heard the retreating sound of Lando’s trainers smacking against the floor.

In truth, although you and Lando were just friends and Lando was terrified he may ruin that, he had plans to tell you about his feelings for you that night at dinner. It had been almost a year since you started working for McLaren, and almost a year of Lando pining after you in secret. He spent most days trying to convince himself he was content just being your friend, but he was determined to make 2024 his year. His first win, hopefully of many, maybe even WDC contender material, and finally plucking up the courage to be honest with you.

As Lando hurriedly approached Zak’s office, he could see that the door was slightly ajar and heard your voice trailing through the opening.

“I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me, Zak. And a massive thank you for approving the time off on such late notice.”

“Anytime, Y/N, you know you’re like family to me and everyone here. You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I’m seeing someone. It’s still new so I’m not set on him yet but I have a really good feeling about it, I’m really starting to wish I had called him sooner. He actually suggested the days off, I’m seeing him on Tuesday and hopefully things continue to go well.”

Lando’s heart dropped to his stomach – all week he had been thinking about tonight. How to tell you, how you might react, how nervous he was, and each day he grew even more anxious. He was panicking – what was he supposed to do? How could he sit across from you all night knowing that he’d missed his chance?

“That’s so good to hear,” Zak said earnestly. “Keep me updated and enjoy your days off.”

Lando could hear chairs scraping and scrambled to leave the scene before you walked out of Zak’s office to find him eavesdropping. He got about 50 feet down the hallway before he heard your voice from behind.

“Lan,” you shouted. “I’m so sorry, I’m totally late but I had to meet with Zak about something and his last meeting went way over.”

You jogged a little to catch up to him – a bright smile on your face that made his heart rate skyrocket and his palms grow sweaty. He couldn’t see you feeling like this. Not tonight, not when he could barely keep himself from telling you that he would be a much better boyfriend than whoever you were dating.

“We still on for dinner? I grabbed everything I needed from my office before I met with Zak so if we leave right this second and ignore the speed limit, they may seat us,” you bumped his shoulder as you joked.

Unable to help himself, only thinking about how hurt he was even though you’d done nothing wrong, Lando blurted out an excuse. “Actually, I was trying to find you to tell you I can’t make it.”

He tried not to react when he saw your face fall a little, but he told himself it was because you were disappointed about the last-minute change in plans and not that he wasn’t going.

“You should still go though,” he offered quickly. “I’m sure you have someone you could take with you!”

Your eyes spotted Oscar across the hallway and you smiled slightly – it had been a while since you had spent time with him and you knew he was having a rough week.

“Yeah, I have someone in mind,” you mused, focusing your eyes back on Lando. “Is everything ok? Are you not feeling well?”

“No, I’m fine, I just forgot I have plans.”

“Well, we had plans. You scheduled over me?”

“It’s a last-minute thing. Date thing. Last-minute date thing.”

“Oh,” you gasped. “Oh, that’s great!” You plastered a fake smile on your face – hoping that he was just as oblivious now as he apparently is to your feelings. “I hope you have a great time, she’s a lucky girl! I’ll see you on Wednesday, I’m taking a couple days off!”

Before he had a chance to say anything else, you sped off in search of Oscar to bribe him to accompany you to dinner. While you set off across the room, Lando smacked himself in the forehead and groaned.

“Why did you tell her it was a date, you idiot,” he mumbled to himself. Now, it was his turn to speed walk through McLaren HQ, but if he had turned around just for a moment, he would have caught you stopped in your tracks staring at him longingly as he walked away.

You shook your head and sighed, continuing your quest to find the younger McLaren driver and rope him into an evening filled with good food and, if you were being honest with yourself, probably a few tears.

A few moments later, you spotted floppy brown hair bouncing as Oscar walked toward the employee parking lot.

“Oscar!” You yelled after him, increasing your pace to catch up to him.

“Hey,” he said, confusion evident on his face, “I thought you were going out with Lando?”

“He’s got a date,” you blurted. “He has a date and he canceled on me and it’s fine. I am fine. But I want my scallop risotto and tiramisu so you’re coming with me.”

“Sure, Y/N, lead the way.”

Oscar was, to put it extremely lightly, confused. Lando was completely enamored by you – anyone with eyes could see it. Oscar was wholly convinced that Lando was going to officially ask you out at dinner tonight, especially after the brief conversation they had while you were late to meet up with him.

Yet, here he was, sat across from you in a dimly lit room as you sipped on your third glass of wine and, with all the subtlety of a neon sign, wiped a tear from your lower lash line.

“It’s not that I’m not happy for him, I’m so happy for him. But canceling last minute is a dick move, right? It’s a dick move. I know I’m just his friend, sometimes I feel like just a colleague, but I’m not being dramatic, right?”

Oscar stared at you blankly – his eyes wide and a look of pure fear on his face. He considered himself good at most things, great at quite a few, but comforting a crying woman was bottom of the list of Oscar Piastri’s skills.

“It’s totally a dick move,” he nodded his head eagerly in agreement. “I just don’t get it – when I saw him earlier he was frantic trying to find you. I think he’d scoured the entirety of MTC, he was out of breath when I found him.”

“Well, at least he had the decency to find me and tell me in person that he planned on ditching me.”

“Yeah, but that’s just it, it didn’t seem like he was trying to find you to tell you that. He complained about being late and when I asked him if he had a hot date, he blushed.”

“He is literally on a hot date.”

“Ok, well, when I asked him I meant did he have a hot date specifically with you.”

You scoffed and set your glass down – as much as you loved Oscar and you knew he’d never judge you, if you had any more wine you’d end up sobbing and not just wiping stray tears away.

“As if! Lando has never once made a move on me even though I flirt, or at least try to flirt, with him any chance I get.”

“You flirt with Lando?”

“I made him a personalized Spotify playlist, had Stroopwafels overnighted to him from The Netherlands after Vegas, bought him a sweater for his birthday with a card that said ‘to match your eyes’, and I compliment him every time I see him.”

“That’s your idea of flirting?”

“Well, yes.”

“Y/N, that’s just being nice to people. You’re nice to everyone. Lando is not going to understand that you’re a little extra nice to him and that means you’re trying to woo him.”

You huffed and slumped in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Ok, well, how would you flirt with Lando?”

“Did you seriously just ask me that question?”

“Yes because apparently you know all about flirting! And by the way, Logan thought I was coming onto him when I was just being nice so some people would consider my actions flirtatious.”

“That doesn’t count, Logan thinks Uber drivers are flirting with him when they say ‘have a nice day’.”

You and Oscar shared a laugh at the mention of your mutual friend – somehow an even more hopeless case than you in the world of romance.

Your laughs turned to giggles and eventually died down completely. A sigh climbed its way out of your throat, the sudden change in your mood evident to Oscar.

“It doesn’t matter anyway – he’s seeing someone so no more trying, and according to you failing, to flirt.”

“You don’t know how serious it is, maybe this was a first date and it’ll go horribly. He definitely doesn’t have a girlfriend if that’s what you’re worried about, he was just saying the other day that Lily and I make him feel painfully single. We can ask him about it on Monday!”

You frowned a bit and tried to recover, but Oscar noticed the way your face fell slightly. “I’m actually taking a few days off, I need some personal time. I won’t be back at MTC until Wednesday.”

“Is everything ok? You don’t have to tell me but if you need anything, you know I’m there for you, right?”

You smiled at Oscar – it was a rare thing to find such great friends in the people you worked with, but you got so incredibly lucky with the McLaren team, especially Lando and Oscar. “I know that, Osc. You’re a gem.”

With a nod of understanding, Oscar changed the subject to something more pleasant, and you enjoyed the rest of your evening with your friend.

When Wednesday morning rolled around, you felt like your stomach might explode from nerves. You had resisted texting Lando over the past few days to ask about his date, you didn’t want to seem too eager and hoped it would come up naturally in conversation during the day. You hadn’t talked to Oscar much, though he’d texted you a few times to check in, but you wondered if he had talked to Lando at all and if he had details on how well Lando’s date went.

You arrived at MTC fairly early, hoping to get a head start on your day. Winter break was nearly over, and you were swamped with finalizing everything for the start of the 2024 season. It wasn’t until lunch that you saw Lando at all and he just so happened to be waiting in your office, sitting comfortably in your chair, while you were walking back from your latest meeting.

“Lando! What are you doing here?”

“I, uh,” he scrambled. “I was just…I don’t know really. I guess I wanted to see you, we haven’t talked in a few days since you’ve been out.”

“Well, we’ve both been busy. You could’ve texted me. How was your date?”

“It was good. Great. How about yours?”

You smiled remembering your evening with Oscar, assuming he had told Lando at some point that he had accompanied you. “Honestly so fun, we had the best time. I hope we get to do it again soon.”

Lando cringed – jealousy rearing its ugly head as he looked down at his feet before answering. “Same, I’ll probably go out with her again this weekend.”

“Good for you,” you gritted. “I’m glad you had fun. I actually have a million things to do so if there’s nothing important…”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to see you. I guess we’ll catch up soon? Hope you enjoyed your days off.”

Mustering up a fake smile, you told him definitely, awkwardly standing as he rose from your desk and left your office. As soon as he was far enough away that he couldn’t hear you, you groaned. The tension between you and Lando was unbearable, though you didn’t understand why it seemed to mostly be coming from him. Before you had a chance to think any further, you could hear your phone buzzing from inside your bag and begrudgingly pulled it out to see a text from Oscar.

did you go on a date over the weekend?

no? why are you asking me that?

well then why did lando just sit across from me and say ‘did Y/N tell you anything about her date?’

he was just in my office, I asked him how his date went and he asked about ‘mine’. i assumed he was talking about Friday and that you told him i brought you?

i never told him, i guess he thought you brought a real date?

You paused before responding to Oscar, confusion evident on your face and in your lack of response. Before you could type out a reply, two more texts came in.

ok something is up because i just told him that i went with you on friday and he said “i know, i saw you in her insta story in the reflection of a wine glass, i’m talking about yesterday”

insane that he looked close enough to see me in your wine glass but not the point

i literally haven’t been on a date in two years

let me figure this out

You slid your phone back into your bag and pulled out your laptop – your Lando problems would have to wait until you were at least somewhat caught up after missing two days so close to the start of the season.

Meanwhile, at a conference room table in MTC, Oscar was confused. Which, as of late, was a common occurrence when it came to you and Lando.

“Mate,” Oscar addressed Lando, “if you’re not talking about Friday, what date did you ask Y/N about? She hasn’t been on a date in forever.”

“Well then he must have canceled on her because she was supposed to have plans yesterday, it’s why she took days off.”

“I don’t know the exact reason why she took days off but she told me on Friday that she was and didn’t seem too happy about it. Said it was personal reasons.”

“Going on a date is personal.”

“Not ‘take two days off of work’ personal! Where are you even getting this information?”

Lando looked away sheepishly, afraid to admit to Oscar that he had eavesdropped on a private conversation between you and Zak. With Oscar looking at him expectantly, and a bit like a pissed-off Mum, he blurted it out.

“I heard her talking to Zak! Last week on Friday, when I was looking for her, she was in his office and the door was cracked. She had asked him for a couple days off and talked about how she recently started seeing someone and was seeing him again on Tuesday aka yesterday.”

Now Oscar was really confused. You had cried over Lando publicly on Friday, and he knew you fairly well, which meant there was no way you would be crying over Lando and going out with someone else four days later.

“I think you need to just talk to her because I promise you, she is not seeing someone. Also, what do you care? You ditched her for a date on Friday.”

Oscar had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched Lando’s face fall.

“Lando, tell me you didn’t.”

“I might have.”

“Jesus, Lando, you heard 30 seconds of a conversation and decided to lie to her? Because what, your ego took a blow? Some caveman instinct?”

“No, I don’t know, honestly. It just slipped out! I had planned to ask her out for real and when I heard her say ‘I’m seeing someone’, I just didn’t know how to be around her. I couldn’t be around her that night.”

“You need to go talk to her. Apologize. Preferably, immediately.”

Lando jumped up from his seat and sighed. “You’re right. She might kill me, and she has every right to, but I have to talk to her and apologize to her. Wish me luck!”

Before Oscar could do what Lando had asked, Lando raced off towards your office, barely stopping himself from tripping over his own two feet.

Across MTC, you had just settled your mind and gotten into a groove of catching up on emails and making progress on deadlines. As soon as you thought to yourself that the day was going better than expected, your office door flung open and Lando Norris was standing stiff in your doorway.

“Lan, I told you that I’m busy. What is going on?” Annoyance was evident in your voice and Lando cringed knowing that this conversation was probably not going to be very pleasant.

“Why did you take time off?”

Your body straightened in shock, of all the things he could have asked you after bombarding you in your office, you wouldn’t have guessed he would pry into your personal life.

“That’s none of your business, Lando. If you were worried about me, you could have reached out, but I haven’t heard from you since you ditched me on Friday.”

Lando could see the hurt on your face, he could see it evident in your body language. He thought back to how you had looked upset immediately when he told you on Friday that he couldn’t go with you – when he told himself it had nothing to do with you wanting to spend time with him.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry for that, it wasn’t – I mean I didn’t, I didn’t want to not go. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Ok, I’m totally lost. You didn’t know what to do about what, Lando?”

He steeled himself for your reaction – something he had learned by being your friend for the past year was that you held trust and truth in high regard. You didn’t like being lied to, and you didn’t like people trying to dig into your life or get information you weren’t willing to share.

“I heard you in Zak’s office. I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose, I swear, I was looking for you because you were late meeting me. Oscar told me you might be with Zak so I went there and the door was open. And I heard you. So I lied and told you that I couldn’t go to dinner, I don’t know why I said I had a date. All I could focus on was how hurt I was, I just couldn’t be around you and then I felt so stupid and terrible for lying so that’s why I didn’t text you at all.”

You were completely and utterly perplexed – you couldn’t even react with anger at the thought of Lando listening to a private conversation and outright lying to you. What could he have overheard that he was so upset about?

“Lando, I’m still confused. What did you hear? How did I hurt you?”

“No, no, you didn’t hurt me. You have no idea how I feel about you – I was going to tell you that night.” Lando was word-vomiting at this point, he never wanted you to find out this way but he couldn’t stop rambling. “I have had feelings for you for so long, and I finally decided that I was going to tell you even if I was convinced you don’t feel the same. And now I know you don’t because you’re seeing someone and – ”

You interrupted him sternly, allowing the anger you were feeling to come forth and shoving down your confusion. “I’m not dating anyone? Is that why you asked Oscar about my ‘date’? Where did you get that idea?”

“You told Zak that you’re seeing someone and that it’s new but things are going good. I heard you say you were seeing him again on Tuesday.”

Your eyes doubled in size – if you weren’t so pissed off, you might have found humor in this, but you felt heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach churned at the thought of divulging your personal struggles.

“Lando, I’m seeing a therapist,” you hissed.

He froze for a moment, then scrambled to shut your door which was still ajar from him barging in.

“A therapist? Are you okay? What’s going on, why didn’t you tell me that you’ve been struggling?”

“No, no, you don’t get to do this right now. You don’t get to make me less angry by being kind and caring.”

“I’m not doing it to make you less angry, Y/N, I genuinely – ”

“I don’t care, Lando! You eavesdropped on my private conversation, misunderstood the context of that conversation, and then you lied to me. You hurt me. And now, because you got your feelings hurt and did things you shouldn’t have done, I have to share something I wasn’t comfortable sharing with you just yet.”

Lando was speechless – you could see the remorse on his face, the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but in that moment you wanted him to feel even worse than you were.

“And you want to know the worst part,” you cried. “I feel the same way about you. I cried to Oscar at dinner because I thought you were with someone else, that you would have rather been at dinner with a different girl.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Can we please just go somewhere and talk? Really talk this out? I know I messed up, but this doesn’t have to change things or how we feel about each other.”

You wanted to, god, did you want to – you knew Lando hadn’t done any of this on purpose. You knew he didn’t have malicious intent and you knew how hurt he probably felt at the idea of you being with someone – it was exactly the way you felt when you thought the same about him.

“I think you should go, Lan”. Despite every part of you wanting to sit and talk, you knew that you needed some time to settle down.

“Ok,” he whispered. “When you’re ready,” he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, “if you’re ever ready, you know where to find me.”

His posture made you feel sick as he left your office – Lando was always confident, shoulders back and head held high, but as you watched him through the glass walls surrounding you, he was hunched over. Dejected. You’d only ever seen him that way a few times – after he was torn apart by the media or after making a mistake during a race.

It hurt you to see him that way. But, he had also hurt you, and you needed time.

It had been two weeks since “the incident” with Lando – that’s what Oscar started calling it and it stuck. Fight felt too strong, disagreement felt too weak, so it became something nameless. Undefined. Indeterminate. Exactly like what existed now between you and Lando.

Oscar and Lando were set to leave for Sakhir in a week and you wouldn’t see them again until you joined the team for the Australian GP. If you didn’t work things out with Lando before they left for testing, it would be well over a month without a resolution.

The thought made your eyes burn with tears – you were still upset but more than that you missed Lando. You didn’t even have to wonder if he felt the same because you’d seen him around MTC. He looked just as awful as you, if not worse, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to start a conversation.

You began packing up your things to leave the office, grateful beyond belief that it was a Friday and you’d have two days without seeing Lando’s familiar curls everywhere you turned. At least at home, you would only see them behind closed eyes and wouldn’t have to blink back tears.

A knock at your door startled you, but you assumed it was your team lead looking for your latest analytics report. At least there was one thing you could be happy about – the car data was phenomenal and all signs were pointing to an amazing season for McLaren.

You told whoever was knocking to come in, not looking up from your bag as you rifled through your files. “So sorry, Tom, I meant to bring this to you earlier but I – ”

A throat clearing cut you off, and you looked up to see Lando standing in your doorway with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and one of those cheesy “I’m sorry” balloons in his left hand. You almost giggled, but then you looked at his face and your heart dropped. Dark circles under red-rimmed eyes - he looked awful. 

“I know you said you’d reach out when you’re ready to talk, and I wanted to respect that and give you all the space you need. But, we’re both miserable. At least I think you’re miserable, I know I am. I miss you terribly. I miss my friend. And if that’s all you’ll ever be to me, I can respect that and I will cherish it because the past week has been the worst week of my life.”

“Lando, I – ”

“Please, please let me get all of this out. Please let me apologize.”

You smiled slightly, nodding your head for him to continue.

“I’m sorry for invading your privacy. It wasn’t on purpose but I should have left as soon as I heard you talking because I know how important trust is to you. I violated yours and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying to you. It doesn’t matter if I was hurt, I could’ve just said I wasn’t feeling well or asked you about what I overheard immediately. After apologizing for overhearing, of course. I’m sorry that it took Oscar talking sense into me for me to come to you in the first place. I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m sorry that I behaved like a child instead of talking to you about my feelings. My actions made you feel forced to tell me something personal that you weren’t ready to share. I’m so sorry, and I hope you know that I’m here for you always.”

He let out a deep breath and you watched his shoulders relax slightly for the first time in two weeks. You knew he was sorry – you’d known how sorry he was immediately when he started explaining and apologizing the first time around, but you just weren’t ready to hear it yet.

“Thank you, Lan,” you whispered as you walked towards him and took his free hand in your own. “I know you’re sorry and I know that this was all a misunderstanding that just got out of hand.”

“I am also sorry for springing my feelings on you. I wanted to tell you properly, ask you out properly, but I couldn’t explain myself without telling you. I ruined everything, it was woefully unromantic.”

“Yeah, that was a bit shit, I didn’t get my big grand gesture or anything.”

Lando’s eyes grew wide, a hopeful gleam in them. “I mean, would you – is that something you would still want? I don’t want to pressure you and I don’t want to assume that you still feel the same.”

“I do,” you said softly. “But, I think we should work on really moving past this before we officially jump into anything more.”

“I completely agree. However, I do have a reservation for two in about forty minutes to make up for ditching you, if you’d like to join me? Otherwise, I’ll have to bring Oscar. He won’t stop talking about the cheese garlic bread.”

“No, Lando, you don’t understand. He ordered three baskets. I went home and typed an apology email to Zak for ruining his diet.”

You both erupted in giggles, leaning into each other for support and out of habit. It felt so good to laugh, the weight and stress of the past two weeks rolling off in waves as Lando’s shoulder bumped yours and you heard the unmistakable laughter that you’d come to love so much.

“Maybe we should bring him anyway,” you pondered. “He’s been an exceptionally good friend to us both the past couple of weeks.”

“He can come next time, I’d like you to myself for the evening. If that’s ok?”

“More than ok, Lan. I’ve really missed you.”

He leaned in quickly, kissing your cheek gently and then nuzzling his nose against your neck, inhaling the scent of the perfume he’d gifted you for your last birthday. “Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he objected, his eyes glimmering slightly. Wet eyelashes fluttered against your neck as he stayed tucked into your side for a few more moments.

“We’re going to be late,” you whispered, with a sincere lack of urgency.

“Can we go back to my hotel room instead? Watch a movie and order in? Jus’ wanna hold you.”

Your heart constricted – as much as you wanted to tease him and say he owed you a night out and your favorite meal, you wanted nothing more than to spend the night in Lando’s arms.

“Of course, Lan. I think I need that too.”

On the way to Lando’s car, you passed Oscar who gave you both a knowing smile and a short wave. If you asked him if he had been waiting for you guys to leave, he would deny it. He would deny being so invested in your reconciliation that he waited close to an hour after he could leave for the day to make sure you were both ok. He would also deny that he tracked both of you and when it dawned on him that you were skipping your dinner, he sped to that little Italian place and stole your reservation for an order (or two) of cheese garlic bread.

He couldn’t resist sending a poorly taken picture to the group chat with the three of you and you burst out laughing when you opened it.

“Lan, Oscar somehow stole our dinner res,” you giggled, turning your phone to show Lando an unmistakable basket of bread and a follow-up text with several heart emojis.

Lando held his phone up to snap a quick selfie of you two cuddled up in bed, him leaning in for the second time that evening to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. Almost immediately after it delivered, your phones lit up with another text from Oscar.

HOT DATE FR THIS TIME?

You and Lando looked at each other and smiled, the mutual understanding of where you stood with your feelings evident.

not quite yet, but soon :)

[harunayuuka2060]

*Imagine #10*

Yuurin: *hugging Leona*

Leona: ...

Leona: What's with you?

Yuurin: I missed hugging you, Adelfé.

Leona: Suuure.

Ruggie: *laughs*

Ruggie: Nahhh! You're being a tsundere, Leona!

Leona: Shut up!

Leona: *to Yuurin* What do you want?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Coconuts.

Leona: Do you want me to get them for you?

Yuurin: *nods*

Leona: Tch. Fine.

Ruggie: Aww~.

Leona: *glares at him*

Toddler Luna: Mama! Drink this!

Yuurin: Thank you, Luna.

Falena: *looking at his brother funny*

Leona: What?

Falena: You're a good big brother.

Leona: Tch.

Yuurin: Adelfé?

Leona: ?

Yuurin: *smiles* Thank you.

Leona: ...

Leona: You're welcome.

Falena and Ruggie: Pft-

Leona: Grr.

Silver: *feels happy because Yuurin is letting him pamper her this time*

Silver: Do you have any cravings, Agapi mou?

Yuurin: I want to eat risotto.

Silver: *nods*

Toddler Luna: Baba, I want risotto too.

Silver: *chuckles* Then I'll make sure to cook some.

Yuurin: Hara mou.

Silver: Yes, Agapi mou?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: You are really handsome. *smiles*

Silver: !!!

Leona: *is in the room with them* Have some self-control, I swear-

[lady-of-endless]

What they do for you after a rough mission

(La Squadra x Reader)

Summary: You, their lover and teammate, get back to the hideout, exhausted and disheveled in the middle of the night after a rough solo mission.

Author's Note: My second La Squadra x Reader. I love them so much that it's ridiculous already. If you're interested in the other one, you can find it here

Risotto

- He is always waiting for you to get back no matter when, both because he needs to know how the mission went and how you are feeling, of course.

"You're back..." He speaks in a calm tone, staring at your slightly torn-up clothing and tired expression from where he was sitting. Seeing how you're not that reactive, he gets that the damage is more profound and his gaze softens. "It's over now. Join me for a moment, tesoro." He says gesturing to sit next to him.

- Unfortunately, you must tell him the details, he is the one who needs to know, it's expected. However, Risotto is patient and gentle with you, not questioning anything, waiting for you to start when you feel like it. As you speak, he will push a strand of hair behind your ear and pull you closer to him by your shoulders. He will get you anything you need as long as you say it. He wants to be helpful and efficient for you but wants to know exactly what you need.

- He's not the one to praise you after such a mission because he feels guilty. Strong, guilt that clings to his heart as he looks at the state you're in. He feels guilty for not protecting you, for sending you out there alone, and more than anything, for making you live this way when all he wants for you is a peaceful life, happiness, and nothing like his way of life. You can explain that it was your choice as much as you want but this guilt will haunt him forever no matter what.

- Will tell you that you have a day off tomorrow, no other objections or questions. What happens with your tasks? He handles them himself without you knowing it.

Prosciutto

- You'll find him sitting in an armchair with a glass of wine, making it look like he wasn't waiting for you but just relaxing. As you enter, he doesn't say a word at first, which is rare for him. He gets up and slowly makes his way over to you, observing the state you are in, with his glass of wine still in his hand.

"From the looks of it, e chiaro how the mission went. You should change, you look more like a mess than a professional assassin." He says coldly but there is worry in the way his eyes are searching for yours. "You shouldn't let the others see you like this." With this, he hands you his glass and grabs your shoulders, walking you to the bathroom. You might be too exhausted to notice it but there's a certain gentleness in how he holds your shoulders, his thumbs slightly rubbing your skin. This might be the first time he sees you like this, which could be the starting point of him being more affectionate towards you.

- As you finish his glass of wine, he runs a warm bath for you. At this point, you start to wonder what has gotten into him. Prosciutto will sit by the bathtub on a chair, watching over you in case you fall asleep but not only because of that. He even helps you wash your hair, but you need to stay silent and not say anything about it, his condition. He'll wash your hair and shoulders gently to get you to relax and tells you how God damn spoiled you are. However, as he keeps washing you, you can't see his soft gaze. He's relieved that you came back to him.

- The next few days, he'll be attentive to your needs, and moods, to make sure you got back on track and more importantly for him, that you're alright. The treatment you got from him after that mission will go unsaid like it never happened. He doesn't mention this but be sure that he will repeat it anytime it's needed without excuses but with some teasing of course.

(ugh I love him sm)

Pesci

- Jumps from the couch as soon as he hears the door. His eyes move frantically over your figure, noticing your weary expression and the damage to your clothes, and become a stuttering mess.

"You... look like a mess." He says, hesitantly and timid for stating this. "D-did you have a difficult mission?". He's so worried that you'll have to calm him down first.

- After calming down, Pesci gets determined to make you feel better. He provides your favorite snacks, favorite movies, and basically, anything you want. On this occasion, you notice how attentive he is always to your preferences. He waits for you to tell him what you need like a sweetheart that he is. He stays up all night with you until you finally start feeling better, no excuses.

- The next day, if his older brother comments on you and how the mission went, he won't hesitate to stand up and counter his older brother. This attitude is so rare from Pesci so it shocks both you and Prosciutto especially (he's secretly proud). Pesci won't let anyone talk badly about you because even when you were a mess, he admired you so much for going through it and handling it the way you did.

Ghiaccio

- While you are gone, he is not worried about you getting it done, he knows your strength but he feels worried to the point of anger that he's not there to fight next to you. He waits for you, tapping his leg, grunting as he looks at the clock. Of course, he will deny that he waited for you out of worry, he'll say that he just wanted to make sure you got it done. As you enter, he automatically stops moving and silently scans your body for injuries first.

"Cazzo..." He curses seeing how you are a mess. "You look like you went through hell and back."

- Seeing how you don't even have the energy to respond with a comeback, he sighs and shakes his head. Ghiaccio pulls you to the bathroom motivating you to at least take a shower to wash everything off you. He waits outside, secretly leaning against the door with his arms crossed at his chest and listening closely in case you collapse out of exhaustion. Once you're done he hands you one of his clean shirts because he refused to go to your room and search through your clothes. Whenever you thank him, he looks away and tells you not to mention it. Another thing you shouldn't mention is how soft he is in this situation.

- For him, the lack of your usual attitude and teasing way of being towards him, is the thing that scares him more than he thought at first. If that passionate flame of yours that frustrates him is gone, he gets uncomfortably worried for you. He knows that something is bad but he's more motivated to find a way to help you with it. Ghiaccio is extremely frustrated that he's not good with empathy and can't feel what you go through but he tries his best to understand. He starts asking details about the mission but don't take it the wrong way, he just wants to know more before deciding on the best way of action. If the mission didn't end well and you didn't get the target eliminated, the next morning, the target is found dead. Ghiaccio was busy after you fell asleep. He tells you to shut up about it and tell the others that you did it. He didn't want you to keep feeling bad in the morning when you had to report to Risotto. Plus, no one messes you up like that and sees the light of the next day with Ghiaccio.

(his ability is ice-based but he surely makes my heart melt)

Melone

- He stays up all night every time you're out on a mission alone and he's not even hiding it, it's a routine. You coming back to the base is the highlight of his night. As you enter, he instantly looks up from his computer and takes in the damage you sustained. He sighs seeing how worn out you looked.

"Oh, cara mia, you look terrible. Come here, let me take a look at you, and tell me where it hurts." He says sweetly.

He seems calm and laid back but inside, he is so damn worried because he has never seen you so drained before. He doesn't know what to do in this situation so he initially analyzes and tries to guess your needs. Distractions? Silence? Rest? Shower? Intimacy with him? No, cut that. At first, his mind seems to run on algorithms like his Stand. However, he starts to understand that for you, it's better to go with the flow.

- It's easy to open up to him because of his affection and you'll be surprised by how much of a great listener he is. Melone uses this even during missions as an advantage but not with you. With you, he listens because he wants just to know how you feel. He won't give you advice, won't criticize your strategy of choice regarding that mission, won't encourage you. He'll just listen, tell you that it's important to recover first, and caress your cheek.

- Melone waits to see what you need at that particular moment. But, just so you know, he has everything prepared just in case and he won't say a thing. In the morning, there might be someone else asking why the hell is the bathtub full (he ran a bath just in case but you didn't feel like it and of course, he forgot about it). Melone is there to simply spoil you and make you feel that he will always have your back.

Formaggio

- As soon as you enter, no matter in what state you're in, he immediately gets up with open arms.

"Still looking good, gattina!" He welcomes you and already tries to lighten the mood. However, he hugs you tightly and runs a hand through your hair. You can feel and hear him sigh deeply. "What did you get into?" He whispers in a gentle tone.

He pulls you to the couch and has in plan to hold you tight the whole rest of the night, waiting for you to open up about it. He provides the warmest embrace.

- He needs to see a smile, even a faint one to be sure that you'll be alright. He works hard for it. He tries joking around but it's not working. Has the idea to put on an entertaining movie but you're too tired. Tells you some things that happened while you were gone but you don't seem to listen. After all those attempts, Formaggio naturally resorts to telling you how he felt on his first missions ever when he was a total mess while holding you and untangling your hair. Is surprised to see that you slowly opened up about it after he was the one to do it first without it even being his intention.

- He won't let the others tease you about it the next day if details were heard or if they saw you in that state. If they do that, they will see another side of Formaggio, a side that makes Risotto interfere before the conflict escalates. The others start to get how protective he is over you. As tense as he is from that heated moment, his expression changes immediately when he sees you, smiling warmly like nothing happened.

Illuso

- He welcomes you warmly with a smirk on his face, secretly excited that you're back. His smile drops gradually, seeing your loss of reaction to seeing him, looking rather out of it and lost. He understands right away what's wrong as he looks at you from head to toe. He walks over to you and grabs your wrist to guide you to the bathroom. He does this without any words, not being sure of what you want to hear.

- In the bathroom, he gets the water running at the sink and you get his idea. However, Illuso stands behind you and grabs your hands in his large ones. He washes the dried blood off your hands with gentle moves. He knows that the intimacy of this gesture will keep your mind off the mission.

- He thinks some praise can always help and that's what he gives you. He leans down and puts his chin on your shoulder as his hands slide over yours and starts whispering praise close to your ear.

"There, there...you did a good job. You held your ground out there, and you came back in one piece. You gotta have some skill for that, you know."

He tells you and watches your expression in the mirror from above the sink to see if it's working. He didn't feel worried for your state even when seeing you come back like that after the mission. Illuso knows that you're strong enough and you'll recover, you also got him and won't need to go through it alone. This and especially because what he felt was deep relief because you came back after all, alive. His worry was alive only for before he heard the door and your footsteps.

[twiixr4kidz]

had a specific vision of giving the members of la squadra hugs......... have me being sappy over my boys

shoutout to those of you who followed during my naranchuu days when i was just a jjba blog LMAO (when my requests open back up please send me jojo asks i miss writing for jjba) (also assume that sorbet and gelato are still together in this i just wrote them seperately for the sake of giving them personalities outside of each other)

risotto nero:

a hug from the capo is a special thing to get.

they're suffocating in the best way from just how tall and strong he is

he'll let you bury your face into his chest as his fingers run through your hair

he always smells so comforting; he smells like home

some of his hugs will be coupled with a kiss on the forehead

others will be coupled with a "you're alright, i've got you"

prosciutto:

he says he's not a hugger, but the fact that he indulges so often says otherwise

prosciu's hugs are tender; so impossibly calming, you could melt in his arms

he keeps a hand resting on your lower back, the other running through your hair

he smells like fancy wine, expensive cologne, and cigarettes

he rocks you back and forth, telling you how much he loves you and appreciates you

pesci:

although nervous about them, he's such a huge hugger

he's big, warm, and so fucking cozy

pesci truly gives some of the best hugs imaginable

he hugs you to make sure you know you're safe with him; he'd never let anything bad happen to you, and if something bad DID happen, he'd make sure it'll never happen again

his fuzzy coat is just a plus!! take advantage of it and nuzzle your face into it, he thinks it's adorable

formaggio:

he's a big hugger, and all of his hugs feel almost playful

he likes to jump out at you and tackle you to the floor, peppering your face with kisses as he tickles your sides

formaggio hugs you a lot for his own comfort

he likes to shrink you down when he hugs you - it's like he's trying to swallow you whole

he's always so warm and cozy, and you if you aren't standing up, you'll be able to fall asleep on him

illuso:

believe it or not, he's shockingly clingy.

yes, he's a giant, cocky asshole who thinks he's better than everybody else. no, he can't get enough of your touch. those concepts can coexist...................

he likes to pop out from behind dark corners and wrap his arms around you tightly

illuso will bury his face in your hair, mumbling what you can only assume are compliments that he's too embarrassed to say out loud

his hands press tight against your sides, thumbs rubbing small circles on your waist

melone:

he gives some of the most comforting, genuine feeling hugs

sure, he might seem a little creepy on the outside, but he can read you like a book

he'll come up from behind you and wrap his arms lazily around your neck

"come here, tesoro. i know you need it."

and he's right damn near every time

sometimes he'll give you a gentle kiss on the cheek before wandering elsewhere

other times, he'll drag you to the couch and force you to cuddle with him

ghiaccio:

he's not good at hugs; he gets nervous and then he stiffens up and freezes

ghiaccio gives you the biggest hugs when you come back home from rough missions, though

his arms wrap around you tightly, face buried in your neck as angry worries pour from his lips - he thought you were a goner

he's scared that you're going to disappear on him, but hugging you makes him feel better

he's nice to hug in the summer months when the heat's getting to you

he's always nice and chilly and if it's you asking, he's happy to oblige (but he'll never say it)

sorbet:

similar to risotto, sorbet's hugs feel like he's suffocating you

he's built like a fucking wall; tall, broad shoulders, wide chest, very muscular

his hugs are few and far between, but he always hugs you like he's trying to kill you

he likes when you're giggling over being stuck in his arms, playfully scratching him and begging him to let go

he gives you a tight squeeze before letting you go, ruffling your hair before wandering off

gelato:

he gives some of the most playful, gentle, warm hugs you could ask for - ironic for such a cold-hearted killer

he likes picking you up and spinning you around before pulling you into his chest

he'll tickle you side with one hand while the other arm stays wrapped around your body so you can't escape his torture

he also likes to bite :3 every hug comes with a little nip on your neck just to hear your squeal

he drags you to cuddle with him after every hug though - you're just sooooo cute and cozy, he can't help it

[pickingupmymercedes]

Late-Night Walk: • “You’re stumbling. We should head back.” • “I don’t mind. Being with you is worth it.”

for a blurb?

This was the cutest thing to write, hope you like it bestie!!

“You’re stumbling. We should head back.” and “I don’t mind. Being with you is worth it.”

The cool Mediterranean breeze whipped Y/N's hair as the moon cast a silvery sheen across the calm waters. Monaco, usually a hive of activity, was cloaked in its usual midweek almost-midnight stillness.

Y/N and Lewis strolled hand-in-hand along the Larvotto promenade, just by his apartment, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of salt.

"Did you get a chance to see that new art exhibit at the Grimaldi Forum?" Lewis asked, his voice a low murmur against the gentle lapping of the waves.

Y/N shook her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Nope. Someone dragged me to that three-course gourmet lunch that took forever? My stomach was a happy camper, but my art gallery visit was a casualty."

Lewis chuckled. "That risotto was life-changing! Can’t promise shorter meals next time though, I quite enjoyed having you only to myself for almost three hours."

"I’m all yours for the next week, Lew." Y/N mused, her eyes flitting from him to across the water where a lone sailboat glided silently under the pale moonlight.

"No amount of time is ever enough. But I’ll take these next few days as a peace offering from your boss" Lewis chuckled, squeezing her hand.

They continued their walk, their conversation weaving between shared memories of their past getaways and lighthearted plans for the next few days Y/N would be in Monaco. Lewis, free for the week, was relishing this stolen time with her, one of few they managed to schedule down time, together.

Stopping at a lookout she leaned into his embrace, his arms holding her close to his chest. Y/N yawned as the sea lulled her, a long, extended yawn that brought a smile to Lewis's face. "Tired, love?" he asked, his voice laced with warmth.

"A bit" she admitted, blinking her sleep-heavy eyes. "But I don't mind. Being with you is worth it."

His cheshire smile gave away his love. The love of how her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, and how her voice softened when she was truly at ease.

They started walking in a comfortable silence, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves and their contented breaths. His hand never once leaving hers.

As they turned a bend Y/N stretched dramatically, almost stealing a chuckle from Lewis as her eyes momentarily fluttered shut. But in that split second, her foot caught on a loose cobblestone, and she stumbled.

Thanks for Lewis's reflexes, he reacted, catching her arm before she could fall, his eyes opening up in worry.

"Whoa there" he said, his voice a low rumble as he steadied her. "See? You're stumbling. We should head back."

Y/N chuckled, leaning into him, a hint of drowsiness to her speech. "Thanks for the save, hero."

He wrapped his arm around her waist, making sure he had both of his hands on her, their bodies radiating warmth against the cool night air. "Always" he replied, leaning down and brushing a quick kiss against her forehead.

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Silver - Apprentice Chef Voice Lines

Summon Line: While I work to improve my cooking skills, I hope to also overcome my drowsiness.

Groooovy!!: I'm glad we were able to get this done with no issues. Keep it up.

Home: I've put on the proper attire. Time to get cooking.

Home Idle 1: If only there was some sort of magic to cook ingredients instantly. Ah, no, I shouldn't try to find an easier path. I'll focus up better.

Home Idle 2: Kalim often showers Jamil's cooking with such high praise. It does seem like cooking can be worthwhile if it were to result in a happy customer.

Home Idle 3: Back when I lived in the forest, I would eat wild strawberries from time to time. Whenever I would be picking them, the forest critters would come and assist me.

Home Idle - Login: I would like to learn cooking techniques other than just cutting and frying. Let me know right away if I'm doing something wrong.

Home Idle - Groovy: That smells good. This should be good enough for everyone to enjoy.

Home Tap 1: This is the first risotto I've ever made with my own hands. This dish is only made of simple ingredients, but that is what makes it endearing.

Home Tap 2: I seem to not be too picky when it comes to food. Most things taste good whenever I am with those dearest to me. Most things...

Home Tap 3: Whenever I shake the frying pan with one hand, it does put a slight strain on my arm. It may end up being good training if I need to fry a large amount of ingredients.

Home Tap 4: I knew that Riddle is very methodical in his work, but I never realized it was to the extent where he would not allow for his measurements to be even 0.1 grams off.

Home Tap 5: Ah! I almost feel asleep again. I must stay on my guard even more so while dealing with fire...

Home Tap - Groovy: What's wrong, are you not hungry? ...Oh, you find it difficult to eat while I watch? Sorry, I was just curious to your reaction.

Requested by Anonymous.

[berylcups]

Idk if you requests are closed or not pookie but can I get a vento aureo X reader like it doesn’t really matter who but like this is my first ever request to anyone so I don’t know how😭💕

Hello There! So sorry I took so long! Since it's your first request I wanna make sure it's a good one. And for waiting so patiently, I added 2 bonus character! 🥰 I Really hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for sending in an ask!

What Makes La Squadra Unexpectedly Blush? +2 Secret Characters!

CW: Suggestive content, blood mention, eating, death mention, body dysmorphia (DW, you get supported booboo❤)

Risotto 

The first time you made him blush was when you came back from a mission that didn’t go as smoothly as you expected it to. You dripping from head to toe caked in the enemies blood. And it’s not simply because of the blood factor. He felt hot under the collar because you weren’t some dainty little prince/ss that avoided dirt and grime. He loved how you weren’t afraid to get your hands dirty. From getting forearm deep in soil while working in your garden, whipping up a new recipe in the kitchen, to painting a masterpiece out of oil paints, to committing murder. He would have to excuse himself every time to get ahold of himself!

Risotto heard loud chopping and slamming noises coming from the kitchen. 

“That doesn’t sound good…” he pondered to himself . 

He went into the kitchen to see you hunched over a bloody massive piece of meat ready to slam the tenderizer over it again. He felt his heart skip a beat as he watched you pulverize the meat getting myoglobin liquid all over you.

“What are you making today???” He purred as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while resting his chin on your head.

“Just a roast. Nothing special…” you panted. Tenderizing took a lot of energy but it’s good exercise! 

“ I bought this tougher cut because it was cheaper and I could just tenderize the shit out of it to make it softer.” You explained.

“Mmm… you’re doing a damn good job.” He kissed you on the top of the head.

Formaggio 

Formaggio always thought it was downright adorable when he caught you lost in thought. He always knew you had a million thoughts going through your head that you tended to drift off into your own little world. You would make this cute face that would stare off into space that would just make him fanboy and blush over how adorable you were being. 

“...” you were staring out the window half listening to what he was saying. It was a sunny day out and the sky seemed bluer than usual. When was the last time the sky was this blue? When was there anything else in nature that was that blue??? You really like blue…Blue is a cool color. Its also a primary color. It’s the only cool primary color-

“Hey~.Earth to Y/N~. Are you there?” he questioned holding back a laugh.

“Oh- shit. Maggi. Sorry uh…what were you saying?” you asked completely off guard.

“Pfft. I was talking about our next mission silly. Heh, you are too cute, you know that?” he pinched your cheek. 

“Sorry, My mind always tends to wander.”you sighed.

“Don’t be, baby. You’re just a deep thinker. We need people like that, you know. You’re hard thinking keeps me out of trouble, and I keep you from going too deep down the rabbit hole. We complete each other!” he patted your back.

“Yeah, you’re right. Well now that you have my attention, lets go over the plan again.”

Illuso 

He looks like a stuck up judgmental prick but there’s one thing he can’t get enough of is…a super soft body! When he saw your stomach rolls as you sat down on the couch he had to keep his hands to himself. He really wanted to touch your belly. He’s still learning that this is a sensitive subject so he showers you with praises and tries his hardest not to grope your soft rolls. (A+ for effort… D- for execution 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♂️) 

You were looking at yourself in the mirror with your old favorite outfit on. You weren’t happy that it wasn’t fitting right. There were rolls flooding out, too much chest showing that you were comfortable with, shorts hugging your thighs a little too tight.

“Sigh… really??? I gained more weight didn’t I? Son of a bitch.” You groaned.

“Quit acting like that’s a bad thing.” You heard a voice through the mirror.

“Lulu! You’re watching me through the mirror AGAIN??? You perv.” You hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been here the whooole time. It’s not my fault you just noticed.” He snickered as he came out.

He picked you up and put you down on the bed so he could snuggle you.

“Heheheh so soft…” he buried his face in your chest.

“That’s the only good thing about me.” You whined. 

“Bullshit! I love this soft belly and this ass… and these thicc thighs!” He sighed happily. “You’re clearly perfect because I have high standards hun.”

“Pffft! Whatever!” You laughed.

“It’s true. You’re stuck with me. Sucks to be you!” He chuckled while peppering your face with butterfly kisses.

Prosciutto 

You looked in your compact mirror and sighed. You were hyper focusing on every single line on your face. A face that this uptight man adores! The time he saw your smile lines it melted his heart! It just showed that you were living your life right! He HATED all this plastic surgery and Botox bullshit… whatever happened to aging gracefully and naturally??? Of course if that’s what you wanted that’s what you get. But he’ll be damned if he’s going to let the media make you feel self conscious! Not on his watch! 

“You’re frowning amore. What’s wrong?” He inquired.

“I feel like I’m too young to be getting wrinkles…” you grumbled. “ These smile lines make me look like I’m 100 years older than I really am! And I think I’m starting to see crows feet.”

“ You're using a high magnifying mirror. Of course you are going to see everything that you don’t want to see.  And you don’t look older. Even if you do, there's nothing wrong with that.” He asserted as he brushed aside your hair.

“But—-“ you began.

“No buts. Before you even say aging isn’t hot I give you a counterpoint: Milfs and Dilfs. GMilfs and GDilfs if you will.” He stated.

“O-oh…” your face became flushed. “But even so… I’m not ready to be considered one of those just yet.” You stuttered.

“If you really need it I will get it taken care of. But I really like your smile lines. I think they make your smile that much more attractive. But it’s all about what makes you comfortable.” He kissed your forehead.

“Thanks Prosci. You're so sweet! Maybe in a couple years I’ll embrace it…”

Melone

Melone has a lot of fetishes… feet are just the tip of the pervert’s iceberg. He never knew how flustered he could get when he watches you eat. Watching you munch away and stuffing your cheeks like a hamster, hes in love~! Fuck table manners! He doesn’t care!  Be as messy as you want, be as prim and proper as you want, or better yet…let him feed YOU. He daydreams sometimes about you objectifying him by eating sashimi and nigiri sushi off his nude body…but he knows you won’t go for it… It’s unsanitary and quite expensive to secure that much sashimi grade fish. 

“Are we feeding for two~?” He purred rubbing your belly.

“You wish.” You snickered. “I’m just really in the mood for grapes.” you stated grabbing a handful and eating it like popcorn.

“Perhaps I should fix that then… hmm?” he flirted again. “Would you be open to eating a fruit salad off my beautiful body???”

“Haha ew no Mel. That's unsanitary and you won’t stay still for that long” you giggled. “But you can feed me grapes like I'm some sort of Roman God/dess.” you offered. 

“Really?! Yes Amore! I’d love to~!” he eagerly grasped the bowl and started feeding you.

“Very good…now try to act like you don’t have a raging hard on when you give me more.” you snickered.

Ghiaccio 

The first time you got chilly from the drafty base. Seeing your skin go from smooth to having the lightest little hairs on your body stand up to trap in your body heat in did something to his brain chemistry. Looking and feeling every bump of your cold skin makes him feral. When your teeth start chattering he’s having a full blown brain aneurysm.

“Geez Y/N. I know it’s winter but it’s not THAT cold. It’s 7 C outside.” He observed your shaking.

“ 7 C my ass! I used to live on an island! This is freezing for me!” You chattered through your teeth. “See??? Look at this Ghia. Look. My skin is getting Bumpy! It’s weird!” You snatched his hand and forced it to rub up against your arm.

“It’s called goosebumps dumbass..” He grumpily remarked. “I kinda like it…” he bit his lip while staring at your chilly skin.

He subconsciously kept rubbing your arm, enjoying the sensation. 

“Hey~ I think you’re enjoying it too much, you lil perv. Your cheeks are turning red.” You whined.

“Shut up.” He used his stand to make his hands ice cold and proceeded to grab your shoulders.

“Ghiaccio—-stop it you prick!!!  It’s too cold~!” You squealed and tried to flail out of his grip.

He clung on harder while laughing. “You big baby! I’ll show you cold!” He squeezed your chest with his frozen hands.

“Aaaah——! Not my titties/man-titties!” You squealed again.

*Bonus!*

Doppio/Diavolo

The boss couldn’t help himself but feel his cheeks turn red from hearing you mumbling to yourself. He thought it was just too damn cute! He’s never letting you go.

“*mumble mumble* Y/N you are sooo forgetful! Where on earth did we put your favorite CD?” You mumbled to yourself as you looked through the CD booklet. “We absolutely CANNOT clean the living room without our favorite album on. Doppio will be sad and Boss will be grumpy when they see that the living room isn’t spotless!”

“Haha~! Oh Y/N… who on earth are you talking to?” Doppio giggled.

“Oh—you’re home early! I’m so sorry that the house is still a mes—“

“No no! It’s okay! We can do it together now that I’m home early!” Doppio beamed while grabbing a broom.

“Tuuuu rurururrururrururu! Oh the boss is calling! I have to take this first.” He said as he grabbed the dust pan and brought it to his ear. “Doppio speaking!”

“Oh- oh my… of course! I’ll tell them!” His face was flushed as he hung up the “phone”

“Umm… uh, the boss wants to let you know you’re doing a good job and he’s going to reward you when he comes home!” He stuttered.

“Oh…” your cheeks turned pink. The boss seems to be in a good mood today. 😳 I wonder who did he cross off on his hit list today…

Tiziano & Squalo 

You get flustered easily and having two boyfriends just makes it so much worse. You get tongue tied and so flustered that you suddenly stop speaking! They can't help but be a little flushed themselves seeing you shy up so adorably like you do!

“What’s the matter Y/N? Talking Heads got your tongue?” Tiziano purred brushing the hair out of your face. 

“….” Your face went beet red as he flirted and you turned your head to break eye contact.

“Tiziano… don’t be so intense. Poor Y/N just went nonverbal on us. We need to take things more slowly.”  Squalo whined.

“I know I know… but aren’t they just so cute when they get shy like this? I could just eat them up!” Tiziano chuckled.

“I’d say it’s a bit more than just shyness. I do admit it is cute though.” Squalo replied while stroking your hair to comfort you.

“Don’t worry about being verbal or not Y/N. We will always be here for you. If anyone has a problem with your lack of communication we will speak for you” Tiziano cooed.

“There will be hell to pay if anyone has a problem with OUR Y/N…” Squalo growled defensively.

“Calm yourself Squalo. We both know Y/N is perfectly safe in our hands.” He responded, giving Y/N a kiss on the forehead. 

[tteokdoroki]

vacationing with isagi while he’s abroad for a game or training is so <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, semi-smut, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, vacationing, being spoiled woo, being picked up, wearing a bikini, possession, little bit of smut towards the end, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

like say you’re in Italy and he gets a few days off between matches so he has you flown out first class and as soon as possible. he lets you plan an itinerary of all the things you’ve ever wanted to do with the time you have — trying gelato, visiting historical monuments or scenic walks.

isagi packs a fanny pack of all of your essentials because he knows you have a tendency to forget things. lip balm, sanitiser, a spare sun hat and a stick of spf because all you have in your massive tote bag is gifts for all of his friends back home in the form of an assortment of key chains and fridge magnets. he dresses like a dad, bless his heart. in a bucket hat that matches the colour of your sun dress, shorts and a t-shirt you’ve chosen for him.

isagi tries not to let his hands wander on days where you lounge on the beach. you’ve asked him to put on your sunscreen, and he’s cheeky with it — massaging the cool liquid into the expanse of your skin, rubbing out the knots in your lower back and shoulders so that you let out adorable squeaks and moans.

“do you need me to go lower?” yoichi will groan into the shell of your ear once his calloused hands reach the base of your spine, teasing you from over your cute little bikini bottoms.

you reach back to shove him off with an angelic smile and devilish eyes to match. “later, yoichi.”

he’ll let you drag him over the sandy shoreline and straight to the enticing blue of the ocean that rivals his eyes — glaring at anyone who dares to look your way. it’s a little stupid, he wants you all to himself, doesn’t want anyone to get to take in your beauty, your lucious figure, your dazzling expression the way he does. isagi nearly bites the head off of the poor guy who makes the mistake of glancing your way when you dip your toes into the water and your chest jiggles a little (you bounce away from its coldness).

isagi who has to lift you into his arms, your legs wrapped around his unfairly slender waist, to actually get you into the water. despite how pretty it looks, the sea is cold and you grip onto the pro player for dear life the further he walks away from dry land. he’s in waist deep, calm waves lapping at his slightly tanned skin and abs, when isagi kisses you slowly and drags out your bottom lip to distract you from the mere fact that he plans to dunk you in the water.

he forgets your arms around his neck as you drag him beneath the aquamarine surface with you — a melody of both of your giggles tangling with the salty sea air.

isagi orders you as many dishes, from each restaurant you stop at, as you want — happily spooning a portion of his risotto into your open mouth because you’d forgotten to order it for yourself and grinning when you kick your feet out in a happy dance. he thinks you’re so cute.

and later, on your last night, isagi makes love to you against rose petal sheets that he’d requested from the hotel staff. his tongue rolls over yours and his hips pin you to the bed and you can’t escape because he barely gives you the room to breathe while pouring all of his love into you. it’s overwhelming, crushed by the weight of him while pounds you to high heavens and you can’t help but cry because tomorrow isagi will belong to Japan, belong to the world and it won’t just be you two lovers exploring cobblestone streets and fruit markets anymore.

“you don’t need to think about that right now,” isagi mouths the words against your neck sloppily, his hands reaching between your intertwined and sweaty bodies to thumb at your clit. “s’just you ‘n me, precious. ‘n when this is all over, i’ll take you to another city. another place a-and i’ll fall in love with you again.” he somehow manages to hiccup between slow grinds and lewd squelches.

and you believe him, because no matter where soccer takes yoichi, your heart will always follow.

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Can I request La Squadra x S/O who's taller than them? Thank you.

yes you caaaaaan! Sorry if these are, ironically, shorter HCs.

jsyk i write this with the opinion that Risotto is by far the tallest

------------------------------------------------- La Squadra with an S/O who's taller than them!

Formaggio

"Well yea, it's easy to be taller than me, heh" *insert shrinking...noises?*

The taller the S/O, the more inclined he feels to shrink himself and ride on your shoulder. Get used to it.

Bro gets on his tippy toes to kiss you. he doesn't even have to but he still does. It's kind of cute?

Illuso

"No you're not."

Unless you're taller than him by like. A foot or some shit. He is adamant you two are at least the same height.

He doesn't bring it up unless you do but...he subtly tries to make himself seem taller. It's so fucking petty, you decide if it's annoying or charming :/

Prosciutto

"Alright, and?"

He probably cares the least about your height. Sure, you're taller than him. So what? Unless his head is at like. boob level 24/7 or something somehow, he doesn't care.

Unless you bring it up, or poke fun at him being shorter. You better think his glares are sexy 'cause....

If you're tall enough for it to matter, he'll do the "pulling you by the collar into a kiss" thing

Pesci

"Being near you...feels so secure...."

He loves it!!!! When you hug him it feels like you're completely surrounding him...like, not literally, but the idea is so comforting!

I was going to say you should rest your chin on top of his head but...um...how sturdy is his hair?

If you're happy with your height, he'll bring it up a lot when he compliments you.

Melone

"DI MOLTO"

"Is your whole family like that?"

Excited to know if it's something that runs strong in your genetics. No particular reason. Trust me.

Like Pesci, he doesn't have any issues with having a taller s/o. It's just another lovely aspect about you <3

Ghiaccio

"Okay fine, I get it! For fucks sake!"

This poor guy. To be honest, he really doesn't care that you're taller than him, he thinks its fine. But people won't leave him alone about it

Yeah he's an "angry little gremlin thing" but they gotta stop dragging his s/o into it...it kind of sours the height difference a little.

But like I said, he really doesn't have any issues with it. If you can get past how much the comments annoy him, you can probably see how much he likes your chin on top of his head, or how you look so slightly down on him when your faces are so close....gah sorry what was i doing-

Risotto

"Be nice. They're are not scary."

yes you are. my lactose intolerant ass envies you. what the actual fuck.

I guess that's a pro about him being with someone taller than him, that he can't intimidate his s/o with his height? That's not to imply that he's intimidated by you though!!

Unless people are causing a fuss about it though, Risotto doesn't mind your height. I don't think physical appearance means much when it comes to partners to him? Just my personal feeling.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

La Squadra NSFW headcanons because I'm feral ♡

Cut for length (and content ofc)

Risotto

- Literally one of the most vanilla guys you'll meet in the Mafia. Don't get me wrong my man has his kinks but he's pretty bare bones

- Contrary to popular belief he's not a big fan of blood play and doesn't like to mix work with intimate affairs. He does have a bit of an oral fixation (giving and receiving) and really likes saliva though

- His member is pretty average sized actually. I mean compared to this mountain of a man it may look a bit small but trust me, he knows how to use it

- Does in fact have a cock piercing. It's a magic cross, have fun looking that up. Apparently it helps stimulate too

- His favorite position is cowgirl

Prosciutto

- Sleeps around a lot tbh but really wants to settle down with a special someone after leaving the gang

- Honestly I would not trust him with aftercare he thinks it's lighting a cigarette with a glass of (insert liquor because idk wtf Italians drink)

- Super lazy but can be a really good brat tamer if you push him

- Doesn't have a daddy kink but loves being called "Sir" and likes a power imbalance

- Will smack that ass and it will hurt

- Will fall asleep after finishing his glass but will at least offer to cuddle

Pesci

- Dreams of becoming the perfect man in bed. But I mean he's already got 5/5 stars with aftercare so he's halfway there. Like he can be buck naked and shaking but he'll still ask you if you're okay and try to comfort you afterwards

- Has the BIGGEST dick in the group I won't take criticism or notes my man is PACKING HEAT he just doesn't know how to use it (yet) take caution

- Low-key a masochist and likes to be bossed around but can be a little fragile, please be good and make sure to check up on him uwu. If things get too heavy he might try to force himself to do something to the point he ruins the experience for himself :( communication is key with him

- On a lighter note he VERY MUCH enjoys queening/kinging and will gladly let you sit on his face

- PRAISE HIM PLEASE HE'S A GOOD BOY TRYING HIS BEST AND HE NEEDS TO KNOW IT

Formaggio

- Okay yes he likes pet play are you happy. Luckily he's a major bisexual switch so it can go both ways. He likes being your good puppy <3

- STOP GIVING RISOTTO THE SIZE KINK WHEN IT RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO THIS KING HIMSELF. He WILL use his Stand on you when you least expect it because he's an ass this is your warning

- Like stated before big switch energy, is a nasty dom when he wants to be but will only bottom if you soft dom him because he does not believe in equality

- He FALLS ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY afterwards and he SNORES because he HATES HIS S/O /j

- Also really loves oral and giving sloppy head. Mf DROOLS EVERYWHERE

Illuso

- Likes to act like a bad bitch but loves when he gets pampered like he will melt if you play with his hair

- Another switch (like most of the JoJo cast but whatever) but it's easier for him to bottom because he's lazy.

- LOVES receiving overstimulation for some reason like suck this man dry until he cries he'll be living it up. Safe words exist for a reason and he use it to his (dis)advantage

- VOICE KINK !! All types of noises from you can get him off. With good ole' Lulu it's important to be vocal, tell him how you feel, make noise, dirty talk, the whole nine yards

- Has a little issue with self worth so like praise this baby, worship this baby, he'll be in heaven

- Shockingly? Pretty good with aftercare

Ghiaccio

- Oh my god it's so easy for him to get overwhelmed and he HATES IT I'm begging for your sake treat him gently

- Easy to fluster because he's pretty new to relationship stuff and he'll need you to show him the ropes. You could very well be one of his first, sex is very intimate for him and he'd like to stick with one person

- Low-key bites

- Due to Stand reasons his limbs are very cold, he will use this against you

- I said Risotto was vanilla but man Ghia might take the cake, he's a bit of a stiff when it comes to the bedroom, but that isn't always bad. He likes good old missionary and making sure he takes care of you, but if he's overly stressed he'll give you the reigns for the night

- If all goes well, and he isn't overstimulated, sex actually really helps him relax, he's a lot more bubbly afterwards and likes to stay up with you, talking, drinking water (but not eating anything because he refuses to have crumbs in the bed)

Melone

- Has the WEIRDEST fixation on bodily fluids like I get where he's coming from but WHY

- As smooth as a baby. Everywhere. We think he waxes but we haven't seen proof yet. He's also got a pretty dick.

- Ribbons, ropes, chains, leather, he's a really big fan of restraints as long as there's a safe word and you're both on the right track

- Totally down to try anything, just ask. He's eager to please.

- Yes.... He has a breeding kink. He wants a big family

- Idk what you call it but pls pls pls let him suck on your titties while you jerk him off. He can die happily

- Really likes the 69 position (with him on top)

Sorbet & Gelato

- Buy one get one free, you cannot get one without the other let's make that clear. They're both sadistic meanies and will not let you top

- Double penetration or spit roasting is a MUST

- Being in a relationship with each other for so long they've gotten good with aftercare, Gelato is more touchy feely while Sorbet is all about snacks and vitamins

- Sorbet bites, Gelato fucking claws. They're both very into marking you up everywhere and love the embarrassment they get from you

- They love you, they really do... But sometimes they can get a little caught up in the moment with their own makeout sessions

- Afterwards you all just collapse into a pile of limbs lol

[nicherayyy]

la squadra with a child whos really quiet? like dont speak at all unless its really important

La Squadra x quiet Child Reader

You always were really quiet. In fact, it was surprising to you how loud some kids could be. Like?? Why are you yelling in the middle of the store??

You really value silence. There were days when you could sit in your room all the time without a single sound. You don't like to talk much either. You prefer to listen. And sometimes it scared the hell out of La Squadra.

Risotto tries to talk to you whenever he has a spare moment. Sometimes it's not even something important.

"What's your favourite kind of breakfast? I can cook whatever you want"

Though if he sees that you don't want to talk right now, he'll just leave you alone. He understands how tiring can be sometimes. But if you need to talk about anything, he is always here for you.

On the other hand, Prosciutto is worried about you. At first he even thought that you were too shy to talk to them. For this reason, he spent a lot of time with you.

"Look, there's nothing to be shy about. How about you tell me about your day"

But over time he saw that you simply preferred silence. So he left you be. But honestly, he's so happy when you talk to him.

Illuso finds it amusing. He had never seen a child that would remain silent bc they just want to. When you first spoke to him he was shocked.

"Wow, you can talk"

But he don't mind. He likes the silence. Although sometimes he wouldn't mind listening to your thoughts.

Formaggio's sad about it. Here he thought that he got a new buddy, and you're just.. being silent?? That's a shame. No matter how much others beg him to leave you alone, he still tries to stick to you with his stupid questions.

"What colour of cereal do you like?"

Pesci is cool with this. If you don't like to talk then just don't. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. Sometimes he likes to just sit with you in silence. But when you talk to him he feels so honoured.

"Y-yes? Do you need something? Are you okay?"

Melone don't mind your quietness. Though he wish he could talk to you more often. But he loves how attentively you listen to him.

"So I read this book yesterday-"

And when you start the conversation he's so overjoyed! Please, talk to the poor man.

Ghiaccio don't like this situation at all. He thinks you hate him and that's the reason you won't talk with him.

"Why don't you just talk? What's your problem?"

Melone had to explain him for a long time that it's just who you are and it's nothing to do with him.

[vixensmart]

La Squadra x Reader Scenarios: Trip to Halloween Horror Nights

A/N: This is my first time writing an "x reader" or scenarios/headcanons so pls bear with me...

Warnings: Language.

Risotto

Risotto was curious about the event. People just get scared for fun? It sounded like an intriguing concept to him. So, when you expressed that you would like to go with him, he agreed. He wanted to see what the big deal was about. It was also mostly his interest in the elaborate theming and decoration of the park and its mazes.

Risotto doesn't really get scared by things popping out at him, so the scare zones and the actors don't really get to him. He does get a little kick out of 'protecting' you from the actors and things. He'll keep you close to his side. If something jumps at you, he just pulls you in and continues walking as if nothing happened. He knows you're not in danger, so he's not overly concerned.

Risotto's not too interested in the food and drinks, but he'll share them with you if you get some. He likes the spicier snacks and foods that the stalls might be selling. Candy and sweets aren't really his preference, but if you get one of those gimmicky little snacks they sell (a 'severed hand' rice krispie treat, for example), he can't help but be amused enough to try it.

When you go into the houses/mazes, he's not even phased. What did you expect? He walks through the whole haunt and barely flinches when the scare actors jump at him. He's really good at spotting the little nooks and crannies that the actors can hide in, so he can predict where and when they'll pop out. If you'd like, he'll teach you how to spot them, too, so that you'll get less scared. Though he does like being your 'protector', he's not too fond of you being freaked out.

He's not too worried about you, because he's aware you're having a blast, and that you're not actually in any danger. Though he's not too phased by all the loud noises and people in masks, he's enjoying himself. Really, he's just happy that you're having so much fun.

Prosciutto

Let's be honest, he probably wasn't game from the beginning. He doesn't find being scared 'fun'. If anything, he probably ended up deciding to go because you really wanted to go, and he couldn't say no to you.

The scare actors piss him off, especially the ones with the fake chainsaws. He's the type to get angry when he's startled, but he'll compose himself and just shoot a glare at the actors who jump out at you. He'll try to keep you away from them and take the brunt of the scares himself, but he's not exactly thrilled about it.

He'll sample some of the food and drinks. He'll try a drink if you get it, but he'll be more interested in the wine they have. He won't really eat much, because he knows if you're walking around all night and constantly moving, having a full stomach won't be too fun to deal with. He'll be making sure that you drink plenty of water, though, in between mazes and shows. He won't have you being scared and dehydrated.

In the mazes, Prosciutto has his guard up. He goes first, unless you express that you want to. If he's first, he's basically standing as a human shield. If someone pops out, he jumps a bit, but continues walking. He wants your hands on his shoulders or around his waist so that he knows you're still behind him. If you go first, he's holding onto your waist, or something like your backpack or sleeve. He's not too concerned that he'll lose you in the maze, but he still keeps a hand on you to make sure you stay in front of him.

After the event is over, and you've returned home, Proscuitto will fall asleep shortly after he's showered and gotten ready for bed. Though the night did take a lot out of him and he's not too thrilled about all the scares, he's glad he spent it with you.

Ghiaccio

Does not want to be here. Why did he ever agree to this? Why is he here? (The answer is that Melone and Formaggio called him chicken and he couldn't just ignore them)

Ghiaccio, like Proscuitto, is the type to get angry when he's startled. Except while Proscuitto can compose himself quickly and just keep walking, Ghiaccio cannot. This menace will curse at the actors who dared to jump out at him and even threaten to fight them. You'll have to drag him away. Maybe picking a different path away from the scare zones would be more enjoyable.

Ghiaccio will try the drinks, but he won't finish them. He doesn't want to get too tipsy, lest he let his guard down and embarrass himself in front of you. He'll have some snacks here and there to keep his energy up, and he'll share them with you so that he knows you both are adequately energized

Ghiaccio finds that he'd rather be watching the shows they have throughout the night. The music and the elaborate choreography and effects are something he enjoys, and they help him relax from being chased around. You'll definitely do more show-watching than maze-crawling, and Ghiaccio is perfectly fine with that.

You're going first into any mazes that you managed to drag him into. He may love you, but he's not willing to take the full force of the scares. He also wants you to go first because he will be cowering behind you. He'll have his head pressed into your back, and his hands gripping your shoulders harshly so that he doesn't lose you in the house. While you're going through, expect to hear his curses and his shrieks over the soundtrack of the maze.

At the end of the night, Ghiaccio is more than a little on edge. Though he didn't have much fun being dragged into his own personal horror movie, he can't really deny that spending the night running around with you wasn't the worst thing ever.

He's going to deny that he ever was even scared at all during the event. Please don't argue with him, he's already embarassed.

Illuso

Primarily, Illuso agreed to go with you because he thought it would be a great way to get some dirt on you to tease you with later. He was under the impression that you'd be cowering behind him and shrieking at every turn, and he believed he could use that against you at some point.

Of course, Illuso knew that the actors wouldn't just be focused on scaring you. He does jump a bit when he gets startled, but he's not too bothered by it. He thinks your reaction to the scares is more amusing. If someone jumps out at him, he immediately pushes you in front of him, so that you get scared instead of him. He's totally not doing it because he doesn't want you to see him get scared.

In the mazes, Illuso likes to 'volunteer' himself to go first. Then, at some point, he drags you in front of him so that you're the one getting jumped at. He'll also grab you or mess with you during the maze to freak you out a little more. All the while, you can hear him cackling behind you like a maniac, because he's having the time of his life. You're getting the living shit scared out of you, and he barely has to lift a finger? It's a win in his book.

Illuso will buy you drinks to try and get you drunk before going into another maze. He wants to see if you being drunk makes you any more susceptible to being scared. He also totally wants you to be hungover in the morning because he enjoys the suffering of others. Be wary of him trying to buy you any alcohol during the event. If you get any food, you're sharing it with him.

Even if he may have been a dick the entire night, he knows that you had fun. He knows you're not actually pissed at him for making you take all the scares. At the end of the night, Illuso has had his fun, and you've had yours, and you're both pretty satisfied with the way things ended.

Pesci

May God have mercy on your soul - Proscuitto

Pesci initially didn't want to go with you. But, you seemed so excited and happy about going, he couldn't not go with you. It's a scenario of 'I'll do this for my partner, even if it makes me uncomfortable'.

At first, Pesci is regretting his decision immensely. When the actors jump out at him and make loud noises, he gets frightened badly. You'd better hope those guys with the chainsaws aren't there, because he'll really be shaken up if they run at him and rev the engine. Of course, you're there to reassure him that they don't actually mean him any harm.

In the first maze, Pesci is a bit put off by how cramped it is and how loud the actors are being. You offered to go first and allowed him to hold your hand so that he wouldn't lose you. He jumps and shrieks, and he is clearly frightened. After you exit and the adrenaline wears off, Pesci comes to the realization that he's not dead or hurt, and he actually had a bit of fun.

Once Pesci realizes he's not in any immediate or grave danger, he loosens up a great deal. You'll be able to see by the second maze you go into that after he gets scared, he laughs. By the third maze, he's volunteering to go first into the chaos. This is the most fun he's had in a while. Before you know it, you've gone through all the mazes in the park, and Pesci is a little shocked, albeit impressed. He did all of that?

You spend the rest of the night trying the food and the drinks, and you both bring home matching T-Shirts with all the houses on them. It's kind of like a flex of his metal to Pesci; he went through all those houses, and he got to go through them with you.

Proscuitto is still mad at you, but he's a little less mad that Pesci wasn't a wreck the whole night.

Formaggio

This man was so astronomically down for going with you. He'd been wanting to go himself, but none of the other guys wanted to go with him, and he didn't think he'd have too much fun alone. So, when you expressed that you wanted to go, he jumped.

You did not anticipate Formaggio to be a runner, but when that scare actor with a chainsaw came at him, he bolted. He's a runner, he's a track star, everybody. Formaggio runs, or at least takes a good few steps away, when something jumps out at him. It's your job to keep him in place next to you so that you don't lose him in the crowd. When he's finished running, or attempting to run, he laughs. It's obvious that he knows he's not in any actual danger, and he's having fun with it.

In the mazes, Formaggio offers to go first. Though you protest on account of his bolting, he insists. He'll say, "I've got this babe, I'll protect you" and walk right in holding your hand.

In the confined spaces of the maze, however, is where Formaggio realizes that he can't run, and he starts to panic a little bit. But, he can't let you see that he's panicking. So, to offset the fear, he begins to joke with the actors and the props in the house. He'll playfully curse at the actors and threaten them, but he means no actual harm by it. He's just trying to calm himself down a bit. He makes jokes about the characters in the house if it's based on a movie he's seen. He's laughing, you're laughing, and you can tell some of the actors are about to break with the shenanigans your boyfriend is committing.

Formaggio is all for trying all the food he can, as well as getting a bit boozy and seeing what all they've got to drink. He'll share whatever he gets with you, so you can see if you like it, too. You're both a little tipsy as you finish out the night with your last few mazes and a show to wind down.

Once you leave, you both are more than satisfied with all the fun you've had. The both of you pick up the year's signature T-Shirts to show off and decide to put your souvenir cups on a shelf. You and Formaggio decide to attend next year's festivities and build your collection through the years.

Melone

Melone had heard about the event and he had been interested in going. He thought he might go on his own, but when you asked him to go with you, he decided the night might be better spent with some company.

While walking through scare zones, Melone is unusually relaxed. Though he does get startled and jumps, he's not too on edge about being jumped at. He finds it amusing when something manages to scare you, and you grab him for help. He's confident that there's no real danger, and you're there to have fun.

The both of you alternate between who goes into the mazes first. When Melone goes in first, he's not very phased by all the actors and props. If anything, he jumps a few times and laughs. He prefers you have your hands on his upper back, or his shoulders. It's not really a matter of losing him, he just enjoys physical touch. If you go first, he'll poke you or grab you a few times during the maze to mess with you, but for the most part, he has his hands around your waist.

Melone is down for trying the food and drinks, though he finds everything just a bit too extravagant for the event. The drinks are strong, and it only takes a few sips of one before he's a little tipsy. He prefers that you find some nice place away from the chaos to eat and chat, just to take a break and focus on each other for a moment.

By the end of the night, you both have had your fun, and you head home with more than your fair share of souvenirs from your favorite mazes. Melone will fall asleep as soon as he hits the pillow, so he'll quickly get himself ready so you both can get to bed and relax after your night of frights and fun.

[crownofstardustandbone]

 Of Hopeless Hearts and Falling Stars

Sequel to "Of Second Chances and Small Joys", "Of Wedding Dances and Gravity" and “Of Wildfires and Dandelions”. Full series can be found on AO3, "Stop the World in This Moment"

Buck shakes off his nerves as he uses the key that Tommy had given him for his place to get inside, the thrill of being in a place in their relationship where they’ve exchanged keys making a grin cross his face as he shuts the door behind him. Setting the bags of groceries on the counter, he first sets up his phone to charge and play music and then unpacks everything and gets out all the things he’ll need to make dinner before washing his hands and getting to work.

He nervous as hell for tonight, not least because it’s their six month anniversary, but because he knows now for sure that he loves Tommy and is ready—more than—to say it out loud. They haven’t said it to each other yet, but Buck has been feeling it for a long time now, keeping the words locked behind his teeth because he didn’t want to say it too soon and scare Tommy away.

He’s always been a little too much for people, or maybe not enough…all of his exes and one night stands prove that much, he knows.

But now, with Tommy, he doesn’t feel like he’s not enough or too much. He feels like he’s found someone who gets him, who sees him and all his flaws and loves all of him, even the parts that are messy and a little broken.

And he in turn loves Tommy and all his messy flawed parts—the parts that are still hurt from a bad break-up years ago, or the parts that are always surprised when Buck wants to cook him dinner and take care of him, and even the part that drives Buck crazy with how he squeezes from the middle of the toothpaste tube.

Smiling fondly as he stirs more wine into the risotto Bobby had taught him to make, he shakes his head at the thought of their constant bickering over the stupid toothpaste tube or the way that Tommy will throw Buck’s dirty socks in his face when he doesn’t put them in the laundry, chest so full of joy that it feels a little hard to breathe.

He times everything perfectly so that when Tommy opens his door and steps inside Buck is pouring wine into their glasses out on the balcony, their food steaming hot. He savors the look of surprise on Tommy’s face before it transforms into a huge grin as he tosses his duffle bag aside and strides out to intercept Buck in a hungry kiss that has him melting into Tommy and smiling.

Tommy pulls back a little and looks over the table, some strong emotion on his face that Buck can’t quite parse, “All this for me?” he asks and Buck nods, fingers flexing against Tommy’s ribs when Tommy dives back in for another searing kiss that leaves him breathless when Tommy pulls away to smile at him. “You are the best Evan Buckley,” he says before kissing Buck firm and quick and then moving to sit, his smile wide and so happy it makes Buck’s insides turn soft and warm.

“Nah, you are,” Buck says, ducking his head and blushing as he sits.

A big hand covers his and he looks up to find Tommy smiling softly at him, his thumb sweeping over Buck’s wrist. “Thank you for this sweetheart,” he murmurs quietly and Buck’s hear turns over in his chest the way it always does when Tommy calls him that.

“I-I just wanted to do something nice for our anniversary,” he manages to stammer out, nervous that maybe Tommy has forgotten and he’s going to look like a fool for making such a big deal out of this.

“Well you certainly outdid yourself,” Tommy praises, free hand reaching for his fork, his expression melting into bliss when he eats a bite of the mushroom risotto. “God Ev, this is perfect,” he gushes, squeezing Buck’s hand before letting it go so he can reach for his wine and take a sip.

Blushing, Buck shoves food into his mouth so he doesn’t just blurt out I love you—he has a plan and he’s going to stick to it.

“I’m glad you like it,” he finally manages, and Tommy nods enthusiastically, mouth too full to respond and Buck huffs out a fond laugh, aware that he’s probably got proverbial heart eyes, but he just can’t help it.

They chat idly over dinner, switching between stories of work, baseball scores, upcoming plans, and soft comfortable silences that are accompanied by warm smiles and kisses they have to stretch across the table to give each other but are so worth it.

After dinner they clean up together while soft music plays, until Tommy pulls him away from the sink with damp hands that tangle in his shirt and drag him in so Tommy can kiss him while they sway to the music. He never thought he’d be one to do stuff like this—he thought it was just for the movies, that people weren’t really like this in their relationships, and then Tommy had come into his life and opened his eyes to all the things he’d been missing and Buck aches with how happy he is now.

Slipping his arms around Tommy’s shoulders, he kisses him slow and deep like he knows Tommy loves, smiling into it when eventually, Tommy pushes him up against the counter and their bodies are pressed tightly together. He can feel Tommy’s growing arousal and moans softly, rolling his hips forward so his boyfriend can feel how much he’s enjoying this too, how much he wants Tommy, always.

Tommy’s hands are firm on his waist, slipping under his shirt to press to his skin and Buck moans softly, fingers burrowing into Tommy’s hair and tugging on it lightly in the way he knows will make Tommy’s cock twitch, his responding groan making Buck’s whole body go hot in a flash of heat that has him panting against Tommy’s mouth.

They push and pull at each other, hands hungry and demanding as the kiss deepens, both of them laughing softly when Tommy struggles to get Buck’s shirt off and then tossing it carelessly aside so he can bend Buck back and set his tongue and teeth and lips to the expanse of his throat, both of them moaning at the sensation. Buck thinks dimly that he’ll definitely have a hickey there tomorrow morning that Chim will tease him relentlessly about and Maddie will wrinkle her nose over, but he can’t really care when Tommy’s hips are rolling into his and he’s gasping for air.

Eventually though he manages to twist free and pull Tommy’s shirt off and toss it aside next to his before he’s kissing his way down Tommy’s impressive chest, hungry as always to get his hands and mouth on all that skin that’s his. Tommy groans softly and pushes a hand through Buck’s hair, cupping the back of his head as he mouths at first one nipple and then the other before he’s slipping to his knees and gazing up at Tommy as he undoes his jeans and pushes them down enough that he can work Tommy’s thick cock out and into his mouth.

Groaning, Tommy’s head falls back as he heaves out a breath, a large hand coming to cup the back of Buck’s head before he straightens and turns his gaze down to Buck, eyes so dark with lust that it sends a shiver over his skin and has his own cock throbbing in his jeans. He takes his time, doing all the things he knows Tommy loves while teasing him with barely there touches and licks, so that by the time Buck can no longer think straight Tommy’s thighs are trembling and he’s gasping loudly for air like he just ran a 10k.

Head spinning when Tommy drags him to his feet, Buck gasps into his mouth when Tommy gropes at his cock through his jeans for a moment in what seems like retaliation for all the teasing before he manhandles Buck back to the bedroom, hands fumbling as they shed their clothes along the way and trade sloppy kisses that leave them laughing and grinning into each other’s mouths.

They’re naked by the time they fall into bed together, limbs twining together, and Buck gasps when their cocks align just right so that when he rolls his hips they grind wetly against each other, ripping a long moan out of he and Tommy both. They kiss messily as they grind against each other, and Buck moans when Tommy’s big hands wrap around his wrists and push them up above his head, holding him in place so Tommy can kiss him how he likes and grind their bodies together.

Eventually though he makes a pleading noise and pushes against Tommy’s hands—“I want to touch you,” he pants against Tommy’s mouth and is rewarded when he curses softly and nods, letting go immediately so Buck can run his hands over strong biceps, and then over the rippling muscle of his back, one hand lingering there as the other reaches down to grab a handful of Tommy’s ass.

Groaning against Buck’s mouth, Tommy grinds down into him and grins breathlessly, “You wanna fuck me sweetheart?” he asks and Buck bites his lip in retaliation, both of them moaning and kissing each other frantically.

Buck shakes his head though, because as much as he loves that, it’s not what he has planned for tonight. “Going to ride you,” he pants out and then curses when Tommy bites at his collarbone, heat surging through him so fiercely it makes his cock throb and leak. Tangling his fingers in Tommy’s hair he tugs at it and keeps talking, “Want to feel it tomorrow, all through my shift,” he pants out and Tommy groans loudly, biting at him again before he pulls back and looks over the marks he’s left with what Buck is pretty sure is pride.

Buck takes the opportunity to push Tommy over onto his back and then climbing into his lap after Tommy has propped himself up against the headboard. Big hands slide around his hips and Buck’s eyes flutter shut at how good it feels to be touched, how soft Tommy’s lips are against his throat in comparison to the bites he had just been leaving, and how safe and adored he always feels when they’re intimate like this.

“I’ve got you sweetheart,” Tommy murmurs against his skin and Buck nods, because he knows it—he’s known it for a long time actually, and the urge to say I love you is so strong for a moment that he has to bite his tongue.

Opening his eyes, he pulls back a little and smiles down at Tommy, heart in his throat for a moment before he leans in for a long, hungry kiss.

When they start grinding into each other again, Buck breathes out unsteadily at the way Tommy’s thick cock presses into his ass, hard and slick and so good he aches to have it inside him already.

“Lube,” he pants against Tommy’s mouth, grinning as his boyfriend pats around in the sheets to find the bottle that’s never far from hand when they’re together.

Eventually Tommy finds it and somehow manages to slick up a couple of fingers while Buck kisses him relentlessly, both of them moaning when Tommy presses two fingers into him. They had worked their way up to this type of sex slowly in those first few months, Tommy slow and patient through each new sex act that they had tried, teaching Buck what he liked and in turn learning what made Buck gasp and moan and come so hard he blacked out a little.

Now though, they do this enough that Tommy can push two fingers into him and Buck moans at the stretch and faint sting, cock throbbing and leaking against his belly as Tommy pushes them deeper and crooks them against his prostate. It sends heat lightning over his skin as it always does and Buck shudders, moaning Tommy’s name and rocking into the touch, hungry for more.

“I got you sweetheart,” Tommy pants against his mouth, pulling his fingers out to slick up again, and then pushing back in with a third finger that Buck doesn’t really need but loves the stretch of—it’s nothing compared to Tommy’s cock, but it’s a good teaser and it makes sweat break out on the small of his back and his cock leak against his stomach.

He lets Tommy finger him for a few minutes before he reaches back and shoves his hand away, eliciting a breathless laugh from Tommy. “Impatient,” he teases as he strokes his cock with the remaining lube and nips at Buck’s jaw, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat on his skin and send a shiver down his spine.

“I want you,” Buck answers breathlessly, enjoying the way it makes Tommy’s eyes go hot with arousal, as it does anytime Buck says it to him. He likes to whisper it in Tommy’s ear when they’re out in public, a little thrill going through him when he sees the promise in Tommy’s glance, knowing that when they get back to either one of their places he’s going to get fucked through the mattress—or the floor, or the wall, or anywhere that Tommy pins him to really.

When Tommy pushes into him, Buck whines loudly, head falling back as he gasps for air like he’s just run a race, the pressure and heat so intense he feels like he’ll shatter apart. Big hands hold onto his hip and rub up and down his back, soothing and gentle as Buck sinks down, thighs shaking with desire already.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Tommy pants against his throat, teeth nipping gently at the already bruised skin so that Buck shivers and clenches around his cock.

Swallowing hard, Buck braces his hands on Tommy’s shoulders and then drops his head back down so he can meet Tommy’s gaze as he rolls his hips up, until the head of Tommy’s cock is the only thing inside him and he’s just hovering there, clenching around it while his thighs shake and Tommy groans.

“Tommy,” he pants, waiting till he has his undivided attention, those dark eyes looking up at him with a question he’s ready to answer.

“I love you,” he breathes out and then sinks down, crying out loudly as he’s filled and stretched so well he sees stars.

“Fuck! Ev, fuck, I-I, fuck, love you too,” Tommy gasps out as Buck sets a brutal pace, clenching each time he rolls his hips back down, both of them groaning loudly as they kiss desperately.

Buck wraps his arms around Tommy’s neck and smiles against his mouth as he rides him, overjoyed that Tommy has said it back, that he feels it too, that they’re in this together.

“I love you,” he pants against Tommy’s mouth again, and then again and again as they move together frenetically, both of their moans loud as the bed creaks beneath them, neither of them giving a damn about the neighbors or how loud their being. There’s nothing else in this moment but them and Buck savors every second of this bliss, clinging to Tommy as he grips Buck’s hips harder and starts thrusting up into him, hard and deep so that with each thrust Buck is crying out and sure that he’s going to feel this for a week.

“God Ev, I love you,” Tommy says, voice sounding wrecked before he smashes their mouths together for a kiss that’s inelegant and hard and perfect.

Buck can feel himself getting closer to release, pressure and heat building in his belly with each moment that passes, thighs shaking as he continues his desperate pace, hips aching from how tightly Tommy is clutching at him and yet hungry for more.

Furrowing his fingers into Tommy’s hair, he tilts his boyfriend’s head back enough that their gazes can meet and slows his pace, clenching as hard as he can with each roll of his hips down, watching as Tommy pants open mouthed, amazement in his eyes as he stares up at Buck, like he’s never seen anything so incredible.

“Sweetheart,” Tommy whispers, voice broken and tender and Buck touches his face reverently, heart tripping in his chest when Tommy turns and kisses his fingers, eyes dark and wide as he looks up at Buck.

“Touch me Tommy, please,” Buck breathes out, gasping when Tommy complies immediately, big hand closing around his cock and stroking hard and fast, their pace picking up again as they both tilt towards release.

Crying out, Buck tilts back and pulls Tommy’s face into his chest as the heat and pressure inside him snaps, cock twitching and spilling over Tommy’s fingers as Tommy continues to thrust into him, both of them chasing sensation even as they both shudder and gasp for air, overcome.

Tommy sobs out his name and then teeth are closing on his chest and Buck is coming even harder, everything around him going white as they move against each other, chasing every last bit of pleasure until they’re both shaking and breathing in huge heaving gasps, too worn out to give more. Buck has tears in his eyes as he slumps against Tommy, fingers petting weakly through his thick curls, feeling it against the hot, bruised skin of his chest the way that Tommy’s breath is coming in wet hitching gasps that tell him that he’s just as overcome as Buck is.

When they’re both limp and breathing a little more steadily, Tommy rolls them so Buck is on his back and he’s able to pull out gently, both of them shivering a little at the sensation. Buck lays there as Tommy looks him over with awe in his eyes, fingers tracing the marks he’s left on Buck’s skin, before eventually he looks up to meet Buck’s sleepy gaze and smiles brokenly, emotion making his mouth tremble for a moment before he’s surging forward to kiss Buck.

“I love you,” he whispers again, “I love you so much Ev.”

Smiling against Tommy’s mouth, he murmurs back, “I love you too,” and tucks a strand of Tommy’s curly hair back behind his ear, fingers trailing gently down his jaw and then tucking two under it to pull him in for another kiss.

When Tommy gets up to get a washcloth, his thighs tremble and Buck grins, pleased that he’s so thoroughly wrecked his boyfriend, watching through heavily lidded eyes as he walks away. His eyes are fully closed when Tommy comes back and cleans him up, and they barely flutter when he tugs Tommy into his arms for a well deserved nap, pressing his lips to Tommy’s damp hair and murmuring another I love you before they both fall asleep.

BREAK

It’s well after midnight when Tommy finds him out on the balcony, shirtless and in Tommy’s sweatpants, staring up at the sky. Tommy plasters himself to Buck’s back and presses his lips to the nape of his neck. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks softly.

Buck hums softly and nods, tilting his head to the side so Tommy can mouth gently at his neck.

“Look,” he murmurs, pointing up to the sky where stars are shooting across the sky.

“Woah,” Tommy murmurs in surprise, “they’re so bright.”

“Mmhm, the city encouraged folks to turn off their lights and look, everyone has,” Buck says, pointing at the dimmed city before them, pleased that so many people have come together so that the stars can shine brightly above them.

“Should we make a wish?” Tommy asks, words brushing against Buck’s skin and sending a pleasant shiver over his body.

“What would you wish for?” Buck asks softly.

Tommy hums and kisses Buck’s neck, “I dunno, I’m healthy, have a good job, and I’ve got you. World peace maybe?” he jokes, and Buck laughs, but it warms his heart to hear that Tommy counts him in the things that he would otherwise wish for if he didn’t have it. “What about you?” Tommy asks.

“Hmm,” Buck says noncommittally, because while everything Tommy said is also true for Buck, there’s more still that he wishes for them—moving in together, and maybe, in a few years, matching rings. Heart skipping a beat at the thought, he looks up to the sky and watches as more stars fall through the sky before he speaks. “I’m hopelessly in love with you Tommy,” he murmurs, feeling it when Tommy’s breath catches behind him before he melts further into Buck, his weight warm and comforting against Buck’s bare skin. “I guess I don’t need too much more,” he says, “except for you to keep coming home safe to me.”

Tommy makes a soft sound of agreement. “You too sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You keep comin’ home to me and I’ll do the same, always.”

Buck likes the sound of that, always, of the idea of them coming home to each other, and maybe someday in the not too distant future it’ll be an actual home that they share, but for now home is in each other’s arms, and he can’t find anything wrong with that.

Twisting around, he smiles up at Tommy and runs his hands up strong arms, twines his arms around broad shoulders and runs his fingers through the thick curls he loves so much.

“Always,” he murmurs, smiling as Tommy leans in to kiss him again, tender and sweet and utterly heartbreaking.

Before his eyes close, a star streaks across the sky and he makes a wish for always.

[princelylove]

Hmm beside Jotaro and Noriaki, I also interested in Dio part 3, Risotto, Jolyne, Pucci. Do you have any headcanon for them, nsfw is fine :) Like what type of yandere they are and their dirty secret?

Also do you take request writing fic/headcanon/drabble or you just like writing character analyze like this?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Sure, I’ll take those sorts of requests. I’ll get around to making a proper rules list eventually. I already squeeze my headcannons into my interpretations quite a bit, but it’s completely fine to ask “Can I get some general headcannons about x” or “Can I get some headcanons about how x would deal with y?” as long as we keep the reader neutral, so like “Could I get headcannons for how Risotto treats a short reader?” isn’t really interesting to me, “How do you think Risotto flirts/shows his love? What if I deny him? What if I play into it?” is more my field. I might bend a little in the future if something does interest me like that, so shoot your shot. Don’t get discouraged if I reject an idea, I love receiving asks and it isn’t personal if I turn something down. I’m cooking some actual fics and little drabbles up, they’re fair game as well. 

Dio is an absolute authority, he views himself as the end of all roads. You might be inclined to think that he’d fall for the avoidant type, someone who refuses him, but he’s fine with letting someone like that go- you’re just not ready to find DIO yet. You’ll come around, his cute little pet. They always come around. He’s patient, and despite his eye twitching when you turn him away, he’ll wait.

Dio wants someone who loves him more than anything ever. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So if you’re oh-so-good to him, treat him like he’s divine, he’ll show how pleased he is in small ways. You’re allowed certain privileges (Ones you had anyway, as he loves you..) now that you’re so obedient. And by privileges, he means things that he would want if he were in your position. Wink wink. You’re lacking in the offerings every week category.

Dio gives you him-appropriate gifts. Solid gold bracelets to adorn those beautiful wrists of yours. Makeup that makes your complexion pop. He becomes a bit overbearing, he’s involved in every aspect of your life- as he should be. What a privilege. 

I still think Dio is incredibly insecure. You’re what makes him feel good, he thrives on your praise. He becomes a lot more tolerable if you sing his praises constantly. Dio isn’t the most stable, so if you suddenly stop all the sweet talk, he’ll consider eating you and starting over. Oops. 

“Tell me you love me.”

I view Risotto as a dog. Some people are just doglike to me, he's like a guard dog that won't move even with a treat on his nose. He's strict- he won't allow such an indulgence as having an actual partner, not while the boss is on his ass all the time about work. 

Risotto will hold off on any and all urges in favor of stalking you. It's not like it's hard. His stand allows him to get as close as he wants to without violating any of the rules that he set for himself about you. His rules are simple, too. No contact. No stealing. No touching, even when you're asleep. No restocking your fridge to make sure his darling eats dinner. 

What Risotto lacks in expression he has in patience. He's happy to keep you as a bit of a hobby, never needing to fight himself on his rules like you might expect the typical stalker to. He's normally so happy about playing guardian angel- you really do need him. He keeps you safe. He locks your door when you forget, he shuts your blinds and opens them just before you awaken, and he adores your commentary to any animal you might keep as a pet. So adorable. So perfect. He'd give anything to keep things the way they are, even if it means staying out of it- for the time being. 

I think he’s a very soft-spoken man, actually. He mutters a bit. His voice is slow and clear when he wants it to be, but he just cannot talk that way to you of all people. His attempts to be gentle with you, provided he actually breaks his no-contact, are futile. His deep voice and lack of tone are likely to come off as aggressive, even when he’s telling you how sweet you sound. Poor Risotto. He’s not a man of many words, it’s rare he just says something without thinking.

He shows his love via acts of service, if you can say “showing.” Risotto loves to take care of people. His fantasies are mainly about washing you, dressing you, making you something to eat… He wants to give you the easy life that he never got. Risotto sort of treats you like an animal the more you resist his love. Cats are silly, aren’t they. They don’t know that they need to stay still for you to clip their nails. That’s exactly how he views you. 

“Don’t move. This is good for you.”