#we need more Ghiaccio x male reader

[gayboyasher]

YOU ASK FOR GHIACCIO YOU GET GHIACCIO (my gay ass was summoned by your post) caaaan I ask for Ghiaccio with a male reader who was like his. Gay awakening. Like I don't think Ghiaccio's ever been like "I'm straight. End of story." But I think being attracted to a dude would still catch him offguard? Hope this is good

THANK YOU

Thank you oh my GODDD. Honestly Ghiaccio drives me NUTS I NEED HIM. I Hope I interpret it  right.

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Honestly, everyone at the base just kinda KNEW Ghiaccio was somewhere on the homo-scale. No one knew what though. They had only seen him with a few women, all who only dated him for a few weeks and couldn’t handle him

He jokes that maybe he’ll look another man’s way, but it doesn’t seem like he will he’s too scared

But actually, he doesn’t really understand when a guys flirting with him unlike a women. He only understands Melone’s flirting because it’s Melone, but another guy flirting with him? — YOU flirting with him?? He gets awkward and flustered, and he gets frustrated and just goes as red as his glasses.

He will shove you away awkwardly and storm off. Don’t take it personally though.

He’s having a whole sexuality crisis. He doesn’t know what exactly is going on, because yea, he can appreciate a man, but you’re making him REALLY appreciate a man.

He doesn’t really know what to do with his feelings at the moment. He feels awkward

He’s not really good at talking about them either, so to be safe he just stops talking to you for a while

He’s angry, but not at you. He will be avoiding you for weeks though.

He also doesn’t know where to turn. He can’t talk to Melone about it, because it’s self explanatory, and the only other person he trusts is Rissotto, but he’s not gonna talk to his CAPO about this!!

Maybe let it slip out in front of Prosciutto, only because he’s actually an okay advice giver.

Prosciutto just told him to date you, and he lost his mind. Literally went bat shit banana monkey crazy.

After all of the avoidance you two were put on a mission together to “make up” because Rissotto cannot have conflict in between his gang members. So reluctantly and happily he has to be with you (Prosciutto recommended Rissotto to do this, he will take credit for everything)

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Awkward silence and tired screeching was all that could be heard at the current moment. Ghiaccio was quiet and driving his car faster than usual, almost as if he just wanted to get it all over with. Eventually, he slammed on his breaks, flinging you forward slightly. You clutched onto your seatbelt, looking at him. “What’s wrong? You just almost blew a red light and now your slamming on your damn breaks like a maniac!” He turned to you, sucking his teeth and looking annoyed.

“Haven’t you realized something?? You’re just throwing me off and it’s pissing me off!” He yelled, slamming on the gas and going once the light turned green. His face was a tad bit un-readable, but his body language was clear as day. He seemed a bit on-edge, not knowing what to say. You spoke up again “what are you talking a—“ “The damn flirting! The way you look at me, the way you act! Everything! You’ve got me questioning myself! I don’t get it!” He then turned down a street so fast you guys almost drifted off of the road. He then pulled over, slamming his hands onto the wheel. You sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

“I know I never said I was, straight, but now you’re making me think I’m actually gay.” That sentence actually didn’t make sense. The smart guy, the literal grammar police, just said something dumb? “What?” You asked, he started to talk more. “Like, as in, I was questioning for a while, I mean, I think you turned me gay.” Huh. Was that meant to be a compliment? Or was it backhanded? “Being gay isn’t contag—“ “I know! I know! But like, just recently I’ve been looking at you more than like, any women, or anyone.” Then it clicked for both you and him. This mf just had a gay awakening. Poor boy had his first guy crush and didn’t even know what he was doing. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Almost crashed the car and killed us for?” You asked. He stayed silent. Then you started to talk it out with him.

After the conversation, you guys had to rush and get the mission done, and safe to say, you guys returned to the base “reluctantly” holding hands because a stand user attack, and that you guys “would totally not hold hands if you had a choice” in Ghiaccio’s words. (There was no stand attack; he just lied to hold your hand with out being awkward about it in front of everyone) (everyone, and I mean EVERYONE knew he was lying)

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 13- Freak Out |Ghiaccio x Reader Angst + Fluff|

Warning: spanking, light threats, adult content, rape/murder mentions. MA.

You looked around slightly frantically, the busy street of Naples seeming to be flooded with people, despite it being nighttime. You were supposed to stay close to Ghiaccio, but you ended up getting lost. Where was he? You began to worry, panic setting in before you felt two hands on your shoulder, roughly yanking you back into an alleyway.

"I was looking everywhere for you! What the fuck!?" Ghiaccio screamed, gently placing you against the hard, cool wall of the alleyway. "Do you know how many fucking creeps are out here!?"

You went to speak but stopped when he pulled you off of the wall, placing two hard smacks on the center of your bottom, causing you to freeze up. You looked down, tears of humiliation filling your eyes as you suddenly went silent. What the fuck was his problem? You were already still sore from last night with Formaggio.

"I told you multiple times to stay near me! If you had held my hand like I suggested, you wouldn't have gotten lost!" He had a gentle grip on your wrist, landing two more even harder smacks on your bottom, causing a low whine to escape your lips, your bottom having a raw sting. "Why did you separate from me!? That was very bad!"

You didn't know what to say in this situation, feeling extremely embarrassed as you heard the voices of people walking by. "I.. got lost," you whispered. "I was looking for you. I didn't mean it."

He pulled you over to his car that was parked a little further in the alleyway, opening the door. "Get in now!" He snapped, swatting your bottom before you sat down. He buckled your seatbelt for you, pulling on the belt violently before slamming the door, causing you to flinch.

You had no idea what you did to upset him, and you were ashamed of yourself for not fighting back or defending yourself. If it was Illuso or Formaggio who pulled that on you, you would have said or done something, and you would have even said something to Prosciutto, but Ghiaccio caught you off guard He just spanked you in public for getting lost. You never imagined that this would happen.

You felt anger filling your body as he entered the car, your hand raising suddenly as you roughly smacked him in the arm, your hand slapping against his toned arm, getting no reaction from him. So, you raised your hand again, only for grasping it, holding your hand with light force.

"You think I give a fuck about you hitting me!? I don't care!" Ghiaccio screamed at you, despite his screams you didn't see anger in his eyes. When Illuso punched you, you saw anger and rage in his eyes. With Prosciutto, you saw a mix of anger and annoyance. But with Ghiaccio, you saw nothing but concern and worry. "It's pitch black out! You told me you would stay right by my side, that's why I took you with me!"

Now that you really think of it, Ghiaccio seemed to not hit you very hard. From past situations, Illuso and Prosciutto hit hard. Extremely hard, even when smacking you, Prosciutto had a strong backhand. You've sadly come to accept that being smacked around was now a part of your life, summing it up to being something you deserved. You're a criminal, a killer. You've beat males to death because Luca told you too in the past. You're no better than them. If hell was real, you knew that you would rot their in the afterlife. You choose this lifestyle. You made your bed. Now, you had to lie in it.

"What caused you to freak out?" You questioned, the anger quickly leaving your body. "Are you even my boyfriend really? We don't act like a couple. You don't need to worry about me, I'm not any concern of yours." You were trying to help, but your words seemed to anger him now. Fuck. Well, now he was mad.

He shook his head, leaning forward as he crashed his lips into yours roughly, giving you a very wet, sloppy kiss. He closed his eyes as he kissed you, his hand wrapping around your waist, tongue slipping into your mouth.

As he pulled away, he quickly turned his face away before he could see you. "You're my girlfriend. Your entire life and safety are my concerns. I don't want you out at night alone." He placed his hand on his leather steering wheel, gripping tightly. "You.. need to respect me. I'm not being bossy, I'm doing what is necessary to keep you safe."

You scoffed, causing his grip to tighten even further on the steering wheel. "I don't really need you as a boyfriend, I already have Melone and Prosciutto and kind of Formaggio." You shrugged, knowing that he didn't want to be with you deep down. That kiss meant nothing. "I hear the comments you make when I'm not around. You want me to stay away from you, you think I'm unimportant. So keep feeling that way, I don't care."

"Do you think I'm unattractive? Do you not think I have any talent?" He kept his face turned away from you. "You have a problem with me, I can tell you do. So what is it that you don't like about me? Why am I not good enough to be your boyfriend but the others are?"

"I didn't even know you wanted to be my fucking boyfriend!" You snapped. These men.. all seven of these men were very fucking frustrating! You even had trouble with Melone, but you didn't mind him as much because you loved him and he was a great man with only a few flaws you could accept and learn to love. "When did you ever say you wanted to be my boyfriend!? And I think you're sexy! Angry guys are super in."

"What the fuck does that even mean!?" He snapped back, his eyes finally meeting yours once more. "You know what!? WHAT DO YOU WANT! SHOULD WE FUCKING REALLY DATE OR NOT!"

"What the fuck do you want!? You little.. you know, you're lucky I'm nice! I could of called you a bitch!" You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side. "Speak! Tell me what you want!" Why was he being so difficult!? You felt a huge headache forming.

He shot you a look of pure disbelief. "Do you not see my actions towards you!? I'm showing you that I'm on board!"

You nodded a little, "You look hot real hot today. Is that a new cologne I smell?" You smirked slightly, shrugging your shoulders. "I didn't mean to get lost, and you literally humiliated me in public. What's wrong with you? You little jackass."

"Do you think I wanted to do that!? I don't want to ever put my hands on you like that, but you left me no choice!" He yelled, and you were starting to realize that he yelled a lot. Was his default setting yell? "I didn't even spank you hard! Are you in any pain!?"

You shook your head. "Not really, no."

"Exactly, I was giving you a warning!" He started his car, turning the key. "Listen, I don't want to be mean to you. I don't want to abuse you, and I get no pleasure in spanking you or humiliating you. I just want to make sure you understand how important it is for you to always be safe and near myself or someone else on the team."

You sighed, leaning back in his leather car seat, your head turning towards him. "I really did get lost, and I was looking for you. I didn't separate from you on purpose." You looked at his arm. "Sorry I hit you."

"I'm serious about this.. do not go out alone at night. I don't want to have to give you a real spanking," he snapped, face flushing red. "Just go out during the day!"

"Goddamnit! I don't need you bossing me around, I already have Prosciutto and Risotto for that!" You shook your head, burying your face in your hands. "A real spanking? I'll really spank you!"

"Stop threatening me, I am being serious with you!" He started the car, the sound of the engine purring causing your head to raise. "I'm not doing this to control you, I'm doing this so I don't find you raped and dead in some fucking ditch! So you listen to me, and you respect that I'm only wanting you to be safe!"

You suddenly got quiet, eyes dropping to the ground - death was something that didn't scare you at all. You knew that one day you would die, and that's fine; what you feared was being raped. You didn't want to have to go through something like that. Maybe you should listen to Ghiaccio. It is a simple request, after all. "Okay, Ghiaccio.. fine. I'll only go out during the day."

"Call me, if you need something at night and can't wait then you call me and I'll get it. I will not get fucking mad at you for needing me to do stuff for you," he replied, voice suddenly going calm as you agreed to listen, but you could tell it was a forced calm. "I'll snap if someone fucking does something to you. You understand that?"

"We just started dating like three seconds ago," you replied, causing him to tightly grip the steering wheel to make a sharp left, causing you to crash into his arm, gaining no reaction from him. "That was a joke. You don't wanna laugh?"

He rolled his eyes as he pulled up behind the base, parking his car behind Formaggios. "So funny. I almost forgot to laugh," he muttered as he turned the car off, placing the keys in his pocket. "Are you upset with me?"

You suddenly smirked, wanting to tease him a little bit. "I want you to spank me again, maybe a little harder this time." You unbuckled your seatbelt, opening the car door as you began to step out of the car. As you got up, you felt a hard swat on your butt, him gently pulling you to sit back down, the car door closing once more. "You like touching my ass?"

He gave you a look of disbelief, his head shaking as he pointed a finger at you. "Hey, cut it out, Y/N! Your safety is no game! Wait for me to get out of the car, and then I'll open your car door and escort you out!"

"Okay, okay," you replied as you sat back. "Fine, escort me!"

He got out of the car, walking over to your side. As he opened your car door, he extended his hand towards you, causing you to cross your arms over your chest. "Goddamnit, take my hand now!" He snapped, causing you to immediately take his hand. He pulled you up, his hand tightening around yours.

He held your hand tightly, stopping by the door. "Do you want me to be your boyfriend? We can go back to before if you don't want me, I won't get mad or tell Risotto. I can respect you." He kept a grip on your hand, eyes staring into yours, softer then you've ever seen them. "We need to decide now because once I start dating you, I'll never be able to step away. I haven't been with a woman since my fiancé died seven years ago Y/N."

You froze, looking up at him, your other hand wrapping around his waist. You felt an ache in your heart for him, and then suddenly, all his actions tonight made sense. Was his fiancé murdered? You wouldn't ask him. Instead, you would accept him. A part of you wanted to say no, a really small part, but oddly enough, you felt drawn to him after the last few days being near him.

You could even accept him telling you what to do, and all of what comes with you disobeying him. Something in the way he talked, it was far less cruel than how Prosciutto talked or acted when he punished you. While Prosciutto wanted complete discipline and control, Ghiaccio simply just wanted you to be safe. And if it turned out he was just as bad as Prosciutto, then he's great at manipulation.

"I'm ready if you are," you told him, earning a serious nod from him. You knew after tonight it would be no turning back from your relationship with Ghiaccio. You hoped that it wouldn't be a mistake.

[soupbabe]

Hi can I order La squadra meeting a male shark mermaid that’s like huge and very intimidating but he’s like really nice when you get to know him?

All I can think about is la squadra having this giant shark man in their bathtub that they would have to eventually buy a kiddie pool for

Have a nice day/night!!

Can We Keep Him? (La Squadra + Male! Mershark! Reader)

The team finds a merman in their bathtub.

Please I love this shsjsn I love doing x creature readers/characters sm,,,also my bad if this is more Pesci and Formaggio centered 😅😅

Loud banging can be heard on the bathroom door, "Pesci! Get your ass out of there, come on!" Prosciutto's voice boomed from the outside, causing the younger man to squeak in surprise. You peered out from the bathtub and merely squeaked back, fluttering your gills in oblivious delight. "I'll- I'll be right out big bro...!" An annoyed groan could be heard followed by Prosciutto's footsteps.

Pesci quickly started pacing back and forth in front of the bathtub, anxiously murmuring to himself, only to be stopped by a splash of water in his direction. He turned his head towards the merman in the base's bathtub. "You need something?" In response you only chirped and pointed to the door, tilting your head in the process. Pesci looked toward the door, "No, you can't leave yet..it's too soon for the others to see you."

It was then a man with a grey buzzcut appeared seemingly out of thin air right behind Pesci, "See what?"

On instinct, Pesci screamed and quickly punched him in the gut. "Oh my god, Formaggio! Ho-how did you get in!?" The said man stayed hunched over laughing, only looking up once your much deeper laughter joined in. "I heard you talkin', got curious, and sneaked in under the door. Who's this guy?" Formaggio carefully stepped towards you and dark, fishy eyes met his own. Pesci gave a nervous laugh, "That's Y/n...I found him at a site on this hit I went on and he wouldn't leave me alone.. He's harmless though don't worry!" Formaggio glanced back at you and smirked, which gave him a sharp tooth smile in return. "I guess Sharkboy is kinda cute. Like a dog." Pesci nodded, "See! I couldn't just leave him by himself!"

As the two men were talking, they failed to notice the sound of Risotto picking the lock on the bathroom door with the rest of the team behind him. The Capo's gruff voice interrupted them, "What's going on here?" Immediately both men tried to block his view of the bathtub, but your dark tail peaked out from the rim. Illuso scoffed, "We aren't stupid, you know. Did you smuggle in a fish?" Prosciutto and Ghiaccio groaned, "All this bullshit for a fish? Really?" Ghiaccio was in the doorway before you quickly jumped up and spit water at him, landing not so gracefully back in the tub, splashing everyone close to you.

Melone and Risotto pushed through Formaggio and Pesci to see you staring back at them. Risotto's stern gaze made you put on a glare of your own and puff your chest out in response. "A merman?" Melone mused, he leaned in closer to examine your features. You mimicked his actions, soon becoming nose to nose with him. Melone's lips quirked into a smile and you followed, making him hum in amusement. Soon enough he pulled away and looked up at his capo. "He's cute, can we let him stay for a while longer?" Ghiaccio wiped off his lenses, his frustration evident in his voice. "Are you fucking kidding me? We can't afford to keep a merman! He already takes up the entire bathroom!" Although you couldn't quite grasp what the blue-haired man was saying, his tone and expressions toward you were enough to make you hiss and spit even more water at him.

"You little shit-! " Ghiaccio was quickly held back by Sorbet and Gelato, who observed the situation with amusement. Nervously, Pesci made eye contact with Risotto. "..But can we? He's actually harmless! I promise! I met him on a mission and he just wouldn't let me go and-" "Fine." The capo continued, "But he's your responsibility. Anything he does will be your problem. All I ask of you is that you get him out of the bathroom." For a moment Pesci paused, taking time for the goth's words to sink in. Formaggio playfully jabbed his teammate, "I'll help too! Give me a minute too, I think I already have something in my room for Sharkboy!"

Just as quick as he left, Formaggio came back dragging a bright blue kiddie pool. "Haha! There it is!" You peered around the men to look at the plastic tub, the bright hues alluring you the most. Formaggio smiled and puffed out his chest, "How ya like it, big guy?" You cooed at the gift and your gills fluttered. Illuso and Melone took a closer inspection of the duct-taped covered pool.

Melone's lips went into a firm line, "While I guess this is okay for now, I won't let him stay in this forever. The dear needs something that doesn't smell like shit." Illuso almost gagged, "Dear God, Formaggio. Do you ever clean this thing?" The man in question only gave a half-hearted shrug, "I just been using this as a place to store my dirty clothes." Prosciutto glared at Formaggio, "You're revolting.."

[lonelydragonflower]

Confession (Risotto x Reader)

Warning: Fluff stuff

College AU

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"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Trish whined as she kept nudging you. Sighing at your little sisters' antics, turning off the hot water that ran from the sink as you finish rinsing the dishes.

"I don't know, Trish. Don't you have a test to study for?" You smiled. Crossing her arms over her chest and replied, "already did." Dang.

"Okay. How about a proposal? You finish cleaning the house and feed Ilya. When you are done, I'll walk you to the party-"

"Frat party," she cut me off.

"yes, the frat party," I laughed a bit. "Deal?" Holding out my hand, Trish hesitantly took it. Shaking it.

Drying my wet hands, I then plopped myself onto the couch. Running my hands through my (H/L) pink hair. Trish and I shared out fathers hair, same color. Our mother had passed away some time ago, he only met us two weeks ago! Ilya jumped onto my stomach...it was just us; Ilya, Trish and I, living in this big and lonely house. Ilya purred and leaned into my touch. Scratching underneath his chin, 'what a cute kitty!' Giggling as I toyed with him. Some time had passed and Trish called him over. The Ragdoll Cat obeyed, happy to be feed, jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Trish had finished.

Getting up, I got ready; putting on a hoodie, fixing my hair and getting my boots on. I waited for Trish by the door, since we both went to the same college - we always walked to campus together.

It was a ten-minute walk, each and every day. Trish came down and the two of us left. It was a nice stroll, a cool breeze blew across my face. Trish seemed so happy, that energy radiated from her. Once we got there, I bade her goodbye, watched her go into the fraternity house.

With that, I left. Walking back home, I stopped by a convenience store. Browsing the aisles, basket in hand, I brought several items including; some stir-fry meat, some bagged rice, bagged vegetables, cheese, and a pineapple. By now, it was very late. On the way home, you got various texts from Trish, most of them were photos of her and her friends, all which you had met before. A grin on your face, you were happy that she was having fun. Opening the door to your home, you were greeted by Ilya.

"Well, hello to you too." You laughed. Setting everything on the kitchen counter, you felt a presence in the dark. reaching into the inside of your left boot, pulling out a knife. hearing the footsteps get closer to the kitchen, you hid before swiping the knife toward the intruder.

"Is that how you greet your own father, (Y/N)?" A hard grip on the blade and a familiar voice. With a gasp, you pulled the knife away. the figure stepped out of the shadow and stood in front of you. Your father, Diavolo, and close behind him, Doppio, your uncle.

Slipping the blade back into your tall boot, you place some distance between your father and his underling. With a glare, "What do you want? How did you get in here?" You seethed.

"Can't I see my own daughters? Speaking of which, where is Trish?" Your father asked.

"Out." Your reply was flat and bland. You took a small glance at his face, he was irked by your remark. He huffed before making his way to your couch. Doppio looked at you then at Diavolo then back at you before you waved at him.

"Hey, Doppio." Said male waved back at you, "hey, (Y/N)." He just stood there before his brother called him over. "Dippio, may you bring me something to drink?" Said underling flinched and shuffled toward the kitchen. Stopping him before could go any further, "don't go in there." you stomped over to your pink-haired father, yanking him out of the couch and out your house. Signaling for Dippio to do the same, quickly marching to the fridge and taking out a juice box. From the kitchen to the living room to the front door.

"Here's your drink!" You spat, furiously throwing it at him. "Don't ever come to my house demanding anything! If you ever want to, learn how to be a father first!" Slamming the door shut and panting heavily, Ilya came out of hiding and rubbed himself against your legs.

"Sorry 'bout all that kitty." Picking up the Ragdoll cat and laying down on the piece of furniture, with Ilya on your stomach. It was late, once you had gotten comfortable, you realized that you had forgotten the food. Getting up to do so, when that was done, it was back to the couch with your feline friend. Instantly, you fell asleep alongside Ilya.

You woke up to the sound of a loud knock, a knock coming from the front door, Ilya still fast asleep. Looking at the clock on the wall; almost two in the morning. Moving the cat aside, you got up to open the door. Looking through the peephole, staring at a familiar face behind the door.

Upon opening the door, it was more than just a familiar face, it was familiar faces. One of them stumbled in, you caught them, their head resting on your chest.

"Hey (Y/N), I've missed these watermelons of yours." sending a glare, "I've missed you too, Formaggio. Now, hands off!" you pushed him off and onto the couch, welcoming the others in.

"Thank you for letting us in (Y/N). Also, sorry for bothering you at this hour." One spoke up; a deep, gruff voice made you blush.

"Its no worry or bother, Risotto. I'm happy to help my dear friends. Even if they show up drunk and grope me the second they walk in." you smiled. Everyone had settled in, some even retired for the evening including; Pecsi, Iluso, Gelato, and Sorbert.

--- "Let me guess, a frat party? Or a drink off?" You inquired. Risotto sighed, Formaggio answered, "a frat party, we saw your little sister. She's not as pretty as you thought."

That's when you decided to check your phone, having four text notifications from Trish and one from Bruno.

Trish❤️️: (Y/N), I'm stayin' @ Bruno's Trish❤️️: Everyone says Hi Trish❤️️: (Y/N) R U up? Trish❤️️: Bruno said to call him

Going to the conversation with Bruno, you opened it.

Bruno: (Y/N), call me

Huffing, you tapped the little phone icon and called said male. Addressing the others in the room, "there is a pineapple in the kitchen. Slice it up and eat it." Hearing the phone ring, Bruno quickly answered.

"(Y/N)?" his soft voice rang into your ear.

"Hey Bruno, thanks for having Trish for the evening." You chuckled, feeling someone's arms around your waist.

"It's no problem, I would let you talk to her but she's asleep. Want me to drop her off in the morning?" you let ou a small yelp when you were pulled back. Falling into Formaggio's lap. Bruno heard and asked if you were alright.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You can bring Trish by 8:00 tomorrow morning, sounds good?"

"It's perfect. It's late, I'll leave you, so you can rest. Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight Bruno." You hung up and tried to squirm out of your friends hold.

"Forma! Let me go!" You whisper-shouted, you fell to the floor with him, he whined, "(N/N), cuddle with me. I love you. Please!" Nuzzling his face into your neck. The smell of alcohol and pineapple emitted from him. Suddenly, the two of you were pulled apart by none other than your crush, Risotto. He gave his friend a death glare before pushing him onto the couch and you into his arms.

"Risotto, give me my (N/N). I want her, I need her." Formaggio whined. Risotto helped the drunk male up off the ground. Setting the tipsy male on the couch, he took a hold of Ilya. The two of them had a love-hate relationship but as long as he wasn't all over you, you didn't care.

"Thanks Riso, I owe ya." You pipped. The moment got awkward; Risotto was still holding onto you and you, blushing...hard. Hearing snickering from the kitchen, directly from Ghiaccio and Melone, Prosciutto drunkingly scolded the two as they burst into laughter.

Pulling away from your crush, hiding sheepishly behind your (h/l) hair. Looking at the time, it was late 1:42. Late, dark and brightly lit by the inside light; that's how it was outside. Formaggio had fallen asleep hugging Ilya.

"It's very late. We all need to sleep. Prosciutto, can you guide these two to their rooms? You can take the west attic room. Riso, follow me, the room you used to sleep in is now Trishs'." Before leaving, Prosciutto hugged you, " I appreciate the hospitality, (Y/N). I'll help prepare breakfast in the morning." He gave you a kiss on the cheek, you returned it. The blonde helped the other two drunks to their rooms.

"C'mon now." You took Risotto's rough hands and led him upstairs. The blush on your face increased. Getting to the top of the stairs, he stopped you.

"(Y/N), we need to talk."

"About what?" Curiously asking the gray-hair man. Instead of answering, he pulled you into your bedroom. Closing the door and locking it.

"I know he was here..." his sentence trailed off. His words made a lump form in your throat. Trying to play dumb with him wouldn't work, it was Risotto after all. Staying silent; he was getting irked.

"Say somethi-" you cut him off.

"What do you want me to say? How much I despise him, how he thinks he can just waltz into my life after the death of my mother. No! Trish and I were and are fine without him! All I want-" you began to sob. Hiding your face behind the curtain of your hair. Concealing your teary face from your crush/best friend.

"If he wants to be apart of my life, I wish he was more understanding. I was fine living without him, without knowing he was my father but now, I wish it would all go away." Resting against his chest; you wanted him to hold you, which he did.

"I hate him but I want to love him, he's my dad." You finished, standing there in the arms of the one person you loved.

"That's what I loved about you, (Y/N). You are passionate about many things, your heart is made of gold." Looking up into his black scleras’ and red irises, you saw a strong emotion behind them, one you couldn't figure out. He picked you up, much like a princess, sitting down with you in his lap.

"Come what may, I'll always be here for you.: He cuddled you. Face in the crook of his neck, stay close to him. He kissed your temple, running his rough fingers through your hair. Eye lids getting heavy, you fell asleep in his arms.

"Sleep well, mi amore." The last thing I head before closing my eyes. The night soon became day. Stirring awake, opening your heavy eyes, cuddling into Risotto...wait...cuddling into Risotto?! You tried to pull away but a strong force wouldn't let you.

"Don't go. Let's stay like this for a while." The male below you grumbled. His silver locks conformed into a mop of cute bed-head. Groaning, "the other's they'll need medicine and care from their hangovers. Ris-" he cut you off, "No! Right now you are mine, you can help them later." Upon hearing "you are mine", your cheeks heated up. He realized and his face heated up, bright pink. Instead of saying something, he pulled you down for a sweet and hard kiss on the lips.

Pulling away, both of you florid faced, you spoke up. "What is all of this?"

With a smile, he answered, "think of it as a confession." Resting together, nice and quiet until.

"(Y/N)!? Where the hell are you? Why is there a half naked man in your house!?" A loud voice broke the moment between you and Risotto. Loud thumping noises could be heard, getting closer and closer and closer until...BAM!

The door was knocked down, entering a troubled Formaggio and an angry father named Diavolo. Your best friend, in his boxers, hid under the covers with you and Risotto. Letting out a shriek, you clung to your boyfriend. He held you tightly and close. That's when your father noticed.

"Since when is her your boyfriend? Get away from my daughter!" Diavolo screamed as Doppio fawned over the two of you; congratulating the both of you.

"Yeah (N/N)! Since when are you Risotto's girl?" Picking you up, Risotto left with you in his arms. Ignoring your father and Formaggio's questions, kissing you hard in front of your father and your best friend, "since now, deal with it." Leaving the two dumbfounded and completely shocked, while Doppio cheered.

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