#i think the gelato spoon also helped

[hutahuta]

Thinking ab Pavia and his sweet tooth! He def takes his gf/partner out for gelato dates. What do you think his reaction would be if his gf made him a homemade dessert? Cute idea that maybe he’s been like “hmm where has she been going these past few days, she comes home late” and then he walks into the house and it is revealed she has been taking baking classes to make him something he’d like ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

P.AGE OO.7 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

fem!reader x pavia || baking desserts ::

hLEPDM THIS IS SO CUTE ARGHGGJ making cookies for my love, I stir and mix ‼️ ty for requesting buty beloved

The kitchen is typically a cozy space that you found yourself drowning your thoughts out. A space adorned with the warmth of flickering oven light and the comforting hum of a mixer. There are shelves lined with various ingredients—flour, sugar, cocoa, and an assortment of spices—creating a vibrant palette for culinary creations. Countertops are adorned with mixing bowls, spoons, and trays of freshly baked goods cooling off, infusing the room with a sense of anticipation. The atmosphere is filled with joy, as you meticulously prepare his favorite treats, sharing not only delightful sweets but also warmth, love, and a sense of home.

You recall a time during one of the many dates you had together, Pavia would mark a question that highlighted at the back of your head which initially started this whole ordeal.

" You know, amore. I wish to try more than one flavour.. If I could, I'd bring you the finest desserts of Piemonte. "

More than one dessert? He deserves it. He works hard, day in, day out. So you made it a personal goal to set yourself a deadline to create a few sweets that can be savoured to share between the two of you. Cupcakes, Panna Cotta, Cannoli, Tiramisu.. Oh my, you knew he'd adore Tiramisu.

Weakly, you picked up the spoonful of batter and took a deep inhale of the sweet aroma that infiltrated your mind with a warm sense of joy. You knew what you were doing.

The recipes you could learn from the basic cookbook didn't offer you much help, but you did the best you can. The classes you took, though.. God, it helped a lot. From the moment you started, from the final touches you added to the batter as of right now; you can't help but admire how far your skills had advanced throughout the months. The skilful use of your fingers pinching and twisting the desserts to create a beautiful swirl, the mix of saltiness and sweetness drizzled into every bite one would take inside of the soft filling; you considered to think of yourself to feel as though you were truly a chef.

Even so, you'd ponder in the back of your head if he'd always wonder where on earth you'd be biding your time. That the worry settles in through the depths of his mind that he can't help but weigh the feeling of you potentially.. distancing yourself from him? Questions would probably plague his mind, had he thought, what did he do? Was it something he said to you before? You planned to explain all of it later, but you knew him well. You knew how he'd overthink quite so often.

Even if you'd been late going back home, it's all worth it.. It's thought that counts, right? Regardless, Pavia always told you that any act of thoughtfulness bespeaks a profound commitment, an investment of time, skill, and meticulous attention to detail, all orchestrated to fashion a sensory delight. So the thought of your worries of him being hurt in the process of your surprise was suppressed at the back of your head. Whatever though.. You knew he never had the time to do fluffy baking with you, but what if you made these yourself? What's more homey than to have a loving girl such as yourself welcome a tired man back to his safe space? A serene thought that make your head swirl with all sorts of concerts that spiralled down into something so deeply fuzzy and admirable..

" Hm.. More sugar? " You asked, quietly mumbling to yourself. Adding more wouldn't spoil the flavour, right?

" He won't mind. " You chuckled thereafter.

The concoction of these delectable treats isn’t merely a culinary endeavor; it’s a soulful expression, an artful symphony that harmonizes flavors, textures, and aromas to compose an edible testament of love. The careful selection of ingredients, the rhythmic blending, and the transformative process within the oven embody the care and consideration invested in the act. Or, that's what you would like to think anyway.

Yet, a soft click ticked in the chains of the door. Maleficent who firmly guarded themself near the entrance let out a quiet whimper that had you peeking your head to wonder if that is who you truly think it is? But the moment you looked down, you realised how dirty you'd become with the flour staining your apron and hands.

" [ Name ] ! I'm home! You're here, no? " Pavia's firm voice had you suddenly unfasten the knot on the back of your apron, throwing it elsewhere before you quickly checked the time on the antique clock at the back. Shit, what time was it? Did Pavia arrive before 10?

You stared at the soft ticks chipping away at the time, noticing how the vintage wallpaper that started to show marks of the cracks wearing in slowly.

You made a mental note to make sure to fix that later.

" [ Name! ] "

Oh, right. You still have time to clear everything away before—

A head slowly peeled out of the corner, the soft licks of Andrea heaping at bare skin of your ankles make you uncontrollably giggle as Pavia followed your voice into the kitchen.

" Something does smell wonderfully sweet. Dear cucciola.." He warmly pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, you witnessed him pause in his tracks to address the sudden situation caving into his mind, trying to piece in every piece of the missing puzzle engraved in his brain.

" But what the hell is this mess, though?.. " His eyes darted towards the counter that littered with sprinkles full of flour and icing peppered across the edge of your fingertips. The stern tone made you quietly snort, immediately casting your gaze away from him.

" N-Nothing, I didn't expect you to come home so early. "

" Likewise. " He stated, bluntly, still taking a good look around the kitchen to see how your quiet, timid self leaned against the counter-top in a sudden weary feeling of dread weighing down in your stomach.

" Ah.. "

You opened your mouth to speak, yet, you couldn't help but stare at him contently for a brief second. How on earth can you possibly tell him that you'd have been spending your time trying to learn how to make simple desserts yet also complex patterns to make them look somewhat luxurious ? You knew he loved the fancy food, but always thought it was a waste to enjoy something once and never have it again. So why not make them so he doesn't have to necessarily waste his money on fancy desserts? Even though this man made thousands.

" Ha.. Alright, you got me. " You raised your hands. Pavia raised his eyebrows at this with the quiet smile lingering in the back.. " You ruined the surprise though.. I expected you to be back home much more later than expected.. "

" Got off the job early today, amore. But, do tell.." He paused, almost in disbelief from the way you seemed to mark his eyes darting left and right to his kitchen being in somewhat of a complete mess.

" Are you.. baking? " He murmured, taking your warm, icing dipped hands into his own cold palms without even having to look at you. You knew Pavia wasn't too mad, (thankfully), but it made you feel quite.. appreciated in some way. Like you could almost tell how he adored the way your smaller figure could even muster such a task to make something as adorable as this?

On the other side of the table, though, it was purely kept clean for the sake of showcasing the desserts in order of height. You remember delicately choosing which place to put each one of them in, from descending or ascending order? Whichever never mattered to you, but now you think about it, arranging them into groups that settled with each other in colours would've been the more suitable order.

" A-Ah..Ha. Well, yeah. I just thought I might do something nice for you. You mentioned quite a while back you wanted to try something new, right? "

" Yes, but I never thought you'd take it quite.. literally. Jesus f*cking Christ, [ Name. ] " The man hastily pressed several kisses against your knuckles, tasting the icing into his own lips before he chuckled quietly to kiss your own. You never had a chance to even say anything before he started confining heated kisses into your face and arms.

" Why do you do such things? What did I ever do to deserve this, amore? " He chuckled softly the moment he pulled away, leaning into your ear to have his warm breath tickle the sensitive area within you. It's as if one part of him felt so relieved that you weren't up to some shady business. He trusted you, wholeheartedly. But could one possibly blame him for having sudden doubts when he thought you might be slowly trying to leave?

"Ha, don't answer that. Your actions speak so dearly.. And your eyes speak the truth of your devotion for me, huh? " And he remembered. He always remembers. All of this was for him. So if you did this, there's no other human or arcanist, be it man or woman or person, who would ever dare to replace you.

This is all your work. Your art. And Pavia guiltily admired every bit of it.

He murmured praises between shaky breathes, unable to stop peppering your lips with eager kisses that may leave you spiralling into madness full of eternal joy. But then, he sighed to let out a quiet mumble, looking directly at you in the face. " Was this why you were so—..?"

" Distant? Yes.. I took the remaining week to partake in some..uh— classes. Sorry.. I didn't mean to come off across as me trying to lea—" Your words, instantly cut off by the touch starved puppy of a man pressing his own body against yours; lips latching onto one another as his previous kisses continued to spill tales of how desperately in love he is with you.

" Jesus Christ, Pavia. " You closed your eyes..

" You did this for me, huh? " He trembled. The warmth of your cheeks heated up, his body starting to succumb into the rising temperatures that combated against the bitter coldness that sunk into his skin like ant bites.

You nodded, sheepishly. The mess was an embarrassment to say the least, but by the gods, if you could, you would describe how utter gratitude wafted over his face, eyes glimmering under the light of the bulbs that flicked a couple of times then and there. He didn't care about the mess anymore, but what he couldn't take his eyes off were the humble sweets you took your own time, money, and effort into making purely for the sake of his satisfaction.

And by the heavenly gods, was he satisfied.

" Come.. Let us clean this space and enjoy your creations, my dear. You truly spent this week to devote it purely for me..? " He still spoke in disbelief, unable to contain the inner childish words that wanted to latch onto this woman and giggle around like a boy that just found a few cents off the ground to buy an ice cream.

You guided yourself to rinse off the icing and batter staining your hands before you sighed to turn around to see your own beloved fawn over at how adorably cute these small treats were. Some were easy, some were as difficult as they looked. Andrea pressed their paws against the counter, equally as hungry as he had looked. The similarities between the two determined the reason as to why you'll forever stick with him and his kin. You are truly his angel, and for this simple gesture, Pavia promises, mentally, that he'd repay all of this back tenfold.

#reverse 1999 #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #pavia x reader #reverse #paviarev1999 #r99 pavia #reverse 1999 pavia #pavia fluff

[paviastrashyrings]

(Celebrating finding a fellow Pavia liker) Hello! Hope your day’s been nice! Could I request something of Pavia with a Reader who’s also a mercenary? But they’re friends in a sense? (Maybe more?👀 Teetering on the lines of platonic and romantic) Like they see each other while on their own separate missions and just decide to either throw their missions in order to hang out, or discreetly help each other out from a bad situation every now and then cause they consider the other one of the few people they like. Even the wolves go running to Reader from time to time when they pick up their scent in the area.

How absolutely exciting, I am (meowing) more than willing to indulge in more Pavia, dear reader! is it 3 am when i am deciding to pick this up? Not that you can prove.

So join me now, dear readers, in another sweet dream of our Wolf and his pack.

Pavia is certainly the spontaneous type, unable to live a life that isn't exciting somehow, and while out on work he spots you.

Looking awfully suspicious.

What were you doing, dear reader? Hiding a body?

"well well, amico mio. I didn't think you had it in you." and he'd watch you jump, laughing at how focused you were.

You seemed on edge, and normally he would tease you for being so tense, but today?

Today was different. Today he saw the dirt under your nails and bags under your eyes, you were in sorry shape, it's safe to say he understands what its like to be there.

"Now, Amico Mio, if i were to propose a spa day of some kind after we finish hiding this body would you be interested?" he would ask, jumping into the grave you were digging for the poor sap you had given an untimely fate to.

Of course he'd help you hide the body, what kind of person do you take him for?

Once the dirty work is done, he drags you back to his place and as soon as you walk through the door; the wolf pack is on you.

Circling you, sniffing you, getting black fur all over your clothes. Peter even brought a toy and lowered into play bow with a wag of his tail.

You couldn't help but play tug of war, wiggling the thick rope toy to hear a playful growl. Maybe you even growled back, the playfulness from peter only increasing as you did.

To Pavia; watching you play with his pack even after a long day was a sight for sore eyes. You even growled back, a person after his own heart, to him this was like seeing his siblings or children with his trusted friend.

Once you were done playing with peter, he brought you to the kitchen and demanded you wash your hands as you watch him pull a tub of gelato from his freezer.

He meant business, it was not a game when it was his gelato coming out of the freezer. You washed your hands without a second thought and he served you a good helping of the black truffle gelato, of course he served you first.

you wait for him to finish serving himself before you both walk back to his living room. He sprawls out onto the couch, lazily spooning the rich gelato into his mouth.

You were sat with his feet over your lap, attention turned to the t.v in comfortable silence. The gelato was smooth, no wonder he was so serious about the damn freezer.

He takes your dish and spoon with his once you both finished the serving of gelato, not asking if you wanted more and just putting them in the sink.

He comes back and is disappointed to find you still politely seated, urging you to immediately lay back. If you listened without protest, he would promptly take that as an invitation to lay on you.

His face met your chest in a graceful manner, not caring whether you had anything there, pressing his ear to your sternum and listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

This wasn't the first time he had done this, you two had grown comfortable with touch after learning to trust each other.

"You know, amico mio, I was out on work too." he mumbles into your chest, your hand languidly working through his hair, the feeling of his soft hair between your fingers was satisfying for the both of you.

"but it can wait, you are too warm and i am too comfortable to get up." so now you were trapped here. An oversized dog laying on your chest; speaking about how annoying his coworkers were.

His shoulders were untensed, his jaw was too. Normally its the opposite, but it seemed that for today you were a comfort for him.

No shenanigans, no tomfoolery. Just the sound of your heartbeat, the feeling of your hands raking through his hair. You gently remove his glasses, despite his quiet complaints, and place them on the coffee table so they couldn't be crushed.

He closes his eyes, breathing in your scent, he thinks that maybe he should do this more often. Your hands were warm, your heartbeat was calm, his eyes were heavy.

He'll never admit to falling asleep on your chest, even if you watched him do it, he doesn't sleep unless his body really needs it.

Well...just maybe your hands were good at playing with his hair and your heartbeat was a soothing lullaby.

He is so. Your honor, he is so. So. And I would give my life for him, your honor, without a second thought.

Well dear readers, it seems tonight that I am the one which struggled to sleep, so take my sleepless dream and let it bring you joy.

signed, yours with love

Moon.

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #rev1999 #pavia reverse 1999 #pavia x reader #gn reader #r1999 pavia #x reader #reader insert #r99 pavia #r1999 x reader

[sparkle-d]

waiting game | daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

summary: in which you switch your phone with daniel's without knowing

tags: falling in love; chatting and messages; kind of enemies to friends to lovers

warnings: insecure reader; f!reader; dumb people

chapter: 8/?

(you: blue/ daniel: orange)

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You try to stay focused, to make your mind at ease, but you always come back to the same sentence.

“We should go to my apartment later”.

There’s no big of a deal with it, actually you want your shoes back because you use them very often. But you imagine being in a private space, only you and Daniel, no best friends or other drivers or staff in between. Just you two, and it makes you nervous.

Daniel takes the spoon out of your mouth, staring at you “Is everything okay? You’ve been with this spoon in your mouth for minutes, do you feel anxious again? Or need something?”

He looks concerned for a minute and at the same time that it makes your heart melt for him to considerably care about your being, it also makes a sting ache in your chest. Daniel saw you at your worst, during a crisis, and now you’re again with a bunch of people around you and acting somewhat weird. He’s worried something will happen again. 

Does everyone around you feel the same as Daniel? Have the same expression on their faces when you start acting differently?

You wish you could change things. You could change yourself.

“Everything’s fine.” It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either. You can’t tell him that what makes you nervous right now it’s him “I was just spacing out, no need to worry.”

“Well, if you feel something different, tell me like you did that night and I will think of something.” It makes you feel odd, you don’t like the way Daniel is acting, even if he’s just being really nice and… caring?

“Will you take me to a swimming pool again?” You almost show a full smile to him, but he does it for you. Daniel smiles big, giving your spoon back to eat your gelato.

“It worked last time.” 

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he continues to stare at you. He doesn’t make you uncomfortable anymore, it’s been a while since the last time he made you not want his presence, but there’s something happening inside of you. It’s something different, that makes your whole body react to it. 

“Last time I was drunk, anything would’ve worked, honestly.”

Daniel tilts his head while staring at you, with curious eyes. You wonder if he understood wrongly what you were trying to say. You didn’t mean that just because you were drunk you became more intimate with him. It sure helped you loosen up a bit, but that wasn’t what you meant, it would imply that you thought he was taking advantage of you. You are always bickering with him, saying something like this wouldn’t surprise him, honestly. 

“Today you are totally sober, let’s see if I can make you enjoy my company again.” You are enjoying his company, it soothes your heated body, your emotions that sometimes take control of your body “And maybe you can call me your friend by the end of the night.”

The words echoes your mind, he wants to be friends with you? Have Pierre or Charles said something to him? Or is this his legit interest in being close to you? You can’t tell the difference, because you’re the worst at reading people. But you hope this comes from Daniel himself, that he wants to know you more, because you feel the same.

You continue eat your gelato, it’s cold and sweet, like this night.

“By the way, I’m sorry for last time, I just…” You try to continue, but Daniel is already denying with his head.

“No need to be sorry, I crossed some lines that night and I shouldn’t have, so I should be the one to apologize.” He shrugs, opening his smile back at you “You can think I’m a complete asshole, but sometimes-”

“I don’t think you’re an asshole!” You say, a bit too loud and it makes Daniel stop midway his sentence. He looks at you and just giggles, making you embarrassed of your reaction “Well, maybe I thought you were a bit, how can I point it out, a jerk? You know, I read the articles, so…”

“And now that you have known more than just gossip you don’t consider me a jerk anymore?”

“Now that you remember my name, yes, I don’t think you are a jerk anymore.” This time you are the one shrugging. 

The conversation continues smoothly, Daniel is easy to talk to, especially because he knows a lot about every and each subject. You start to understand why he’s one of the most loved drivers nowadays, why he’s so famous and surrounded by friends.

He’s the complete opposite of you, it’s so easy to have him around when he’s not mocking you, or being annoying. He’s so friendly and open to new things, new people, new experiences. You are nothing like him and you can feel a little sting of jealousy because of it. 

You wish you could be a little more like Daniel. You wish you were more likable like Daniel is.

“You are not listening to me, are you?” He snaps his fingers in front of your face, waking you up from your thoughts. You blink twice and look at Daniel “I asked if you wanted to take a walk to my car or if you will wait here.” 

“No, no, I will go with you.” You bluntly say, trying to not sound as weird as you think you’re sounding right now. 

You walk with Daniel again, but this time is different from the other couple of times it happened. You need to keep control of everything that is happening inside of you. It’s the first time you notice Daniel’s scent too, he’s so near you can smell every unique note from his cologne. Daniel bumps your shoulder with his own, opening a big smile at you.

“You know, sometimes I wonder what goes on inside your mind.” He says looking forward again “You’re always watching everything with care, your eyes are always following everyone around, but you keep quiet most of the time. I imagine that you’re arguing inside your head with yourself, judging people’s messy hair, maybe.”

You let a giggle out “I just like to pay attention to the smallest details of people. To know if they prefer sparkling water, or if they play with their fingers when nervous, or when what makes them emotional, perhaps a happy or sad song, a movie, a word. I’d like to know them and their little things, so I can feel closer to them.”

“Well, I’ve noticed you always put your hair behind your ear when you’re around people you like.” 

“I think it’s because I feel more secure near them.” You shake your hair, your hair falling from behind your ear “It’s silly, but…”

You stop for a second, your thoughts aligning inside your head. Daniel noticed about your quietness, about your eyes studying others, about the war that sometimes happens in your head. He noticed it, but most of all, he noticed your little thing. The thing you do with your hair.

Your eyes turn in his direction “Have you… been watching me too?”

It’s a weird question and as soon as it escapes your mouth, you wish you never did it. What do you mean by watching you? It can be something negative, nothing related with the sparkling feeling you felt inside your chest the moment you realized Daniel sees you.

But even with your odd wording, Daniel understands you. He smiles, but different this time. It’s not the most confident you’ve seen him give. It’s bright, but with a hint of… shyness? You feel like gasping.

“You caught me there, right?” He begins, putting his hands inside the pockets in his jacket “You catch my attention every time you’re in the room, I’m always trying to hold myself back, but my eyes are always following you whenever you go. But please don’t get me wrong, I promise I mean no harm.”

You’ve never felt this way before. Maybe because your best friends have always been Pierre and Charles, and you’re not the brightest star in the trio, so you think that your light is faint. You think that no one notices you, in a room full of people, you’re just another one - maybe even a very boring another one. But… Daniel saw you, he noticed you. Out of millions.

The ride inside Daniel’s car is normal, just small chats about something silly Daniel mentions. Now, you don’t hide your giggles and smiles and enjoy the moment with him. Deep inside you, you want to grab your sneakers and run away, to be far from him. But you hold it back, you hold back any intrusive thought, any sight of anxiety wanting to take over. 

Still, there’s something inside of you, trying to scream out, making your heart race faster and you feel breathless more than once. You ask Daniel to go grab your sneakers for you and you will wait for him outside the lobby of his apartment. 

Your heart is almost exploding and you hold your chest a bit to make it calm down a bit. The wait makes things worse and you can only smile at your silliness. Daniel comes down and runs to where you’re waiting for him.

“Here, Cinderella.” He hands over the sneakers you forgot by the pool. They look cleaner than before you went to the party, almost shining. He cleaned them for you “Do you need a ride back home?”

“No, I’m okay!” You answer with a higher tone, almost shouting it. Daniel chuckles at it and you wave a goodbye “Gave a good night, Daniel. See you soon… I mean, not that I intend on seeing you again, but we work in the same place and…”

“Goodnight, princess.” Daniel waves back at you, laughing. 

You feel your stomach flip.

“Goodnight, my newest friend.” You say. Daniel’s eyes sparkle at the world and he nods at you.

When Daniel is already back in his elevator and you’re already turning left in a corner, you take your phone from your pocket. It’s difficult to type with your sneakers in your hands, but you manage to do so.

ma fraise said: hot stuff, i-

ma fraise said: where do i start this conversation

ma fraise said: i have no idea

ma fraise said: omg

ma fraise said: but 

ma fraise said: how do i know if i have feelings for someone?

hot stuff said: sorry for replying so late i thought i lost my phone turns out i just forgot him somewhere

hot stuff said: are you having feelings for someone?

hot stuff said: have i lost you to someone else?

hot stuff said: but we can figure it out

hot stuff said: i will help you

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #daniel ricciardo fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 fic #this is soooo smallll #hardly proof read i’m sorry #turning point in this story imo

[collegetennisoriginstory]

Oooh if you do end up going the NYC route for Tobin, there is a place that immediately makes me think of them. It's not specific to New York, but there's a French based Gelato Boutique called Amorino and they have very few stores in the US - like 20ish? total - and 3 of them are in Manhattan.

They have a ton of different non-traditional flavors of gelato and when they serve it, they shape them into flowers on the cone or in the cup. Could absolutely see a NYC-based Tobin and MC going on dates there, trying out different flavor combos - especially ones that don't make any sort of sense but make for a pretty flower - maybe grabbing some macarons to share on the train ride back.

(Also love the idea of MC being super impressed by the place - maybe talking to D about it? - and G being kind of confused by the novelty because there's literally more of those shops in Paris than there are in all of North America 💀)

AHH HELLO THIS IS ADORABLE. THANK YOU <3

I could absolutely see Tobin and MC goofing around in a gelato store and Tobin charming their way into getting a billion samples. Also them making up bullshit about the different flavors "this one tastes like going to a park at lunch hour with an office colleague you have a crush on".

Also love the idea of MC being super impressed by it and gushing about it, only for G to semi-jokingly, semi-competitively say "wait till you see the ones in Paris".

(And then for MCs who are into kissing, there could be the potential cuteness of...)

After going through about 18 different free samples, bickering (or 'intellectual discussion', as Tobin calls it), Tobin and MC finally settle on the flavor they want to buy. Then, with their respective gelato scoops in hand, they head out of the shop and head for a recently-vacated bench under a big tree.

Their 'intellectual discussion' continues as they dig into their scoops, big broad grins on their faces as they battle against the afternoon sunshine to finish their gelato before it melts.

Tobin finishes first, and dips their spoon into MC's cup, only to be playfully smacked in the arm. "I'm helping," they protest, managing to steal one more spoonful before being elbowed away.

MC finally finishes their scoop with a small contented sigh. "Man, that was good," they say, leaning back. "You know what would be better?"

Tobin smirks knowingly, and opens their mouth to speak.

MC cuts them off. "It would be better if I had my whole scoop of gelato instead of being robbed in broad daylight by someone I thought I trusted."

Tobin dissolves into surprised laughter. "I thought you were going to say something sappy about wanting to kiss me," they protest, still snorting.

"Someone's very full of themselves," MC says, grinning. A second later, before Tobin has had the chance to fully form the frown on their face, MC laughs and pulls them in for a kiss.

When they finally pull apart, Tobin's almost-frown has turned into a broad smile. "Gotta say," they lick their lips, then wink. "You're my favorite flavor."

#ct:os #college tennis: origin story #interactive fiction #if #Tobin

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Souvenir - BTS OT7 CEO au Chapter fourteen

I call this the bad cheese before the storm…. I have an anon who basically guessed what I was planning via a request to do it! I couldn’t answer the ask before this chapter, but I will now!!! 6.4K

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“It’s so warm,” you say to yourself absentmindedly as you look out into the sunny streets of Florence. 

Taehyung hums in agreement from where he’s sat opposite you, watching you sip your drink with the fondest smile. Elbow on the table, jaw resting on his palm, admiring you as you take in the view, loving the look you have on your face. 

“To think it's cold back home,” you giggle softly, catching the sight of Jimin pulling Jungkook around the shop opposite where you both sat through the window. “I can’t believe we have to go back tomorrow.”

“We could always stay for a week flower,” Taehyung suggests playfully, his eyebrows wiggling, wishing you would agree but he knew he’d be pushing his luck. 

You reply in an unimpressed look before rolling your eyes and smiling. 

“I think the others would catch the next flight over and hunt us down,” you laugh as the thought comes into your head. You missed them, but you didn’t let the guilt of leaving them behind stop you from enjoying yourself. When was the last time you had a holiday?

The pair of you turn your head to the loud sound of an engine, watching a motorbike pull up to the cafe you both sat outside of. You frown when the rider does a double take as he jumps off, his helmet set on you. Taehyung also notices, wondering if it was another sleazy asshole he was going to have to scare away with his deathglare. 

Your frown turns into shock when the mysterious figure in black leather jacket takes his helmet off, a knowing grin on his lips fixated on you.

“Lemon gelato!” He greets you and you almost facepalm as the memories from your last visit suddenly resurface. He approaches you with open arms, and you can’t help but grin back with a laugh. 

“Allesandro,” you shake your head in disbelief at the familiar face as you rise from your chair to meet his embrace, completely unaware of your boyfriend’s stupor that turned into deadly daggers. “You’re still working here?”

“You’re still obsessed with lemon gelato?” he teases you, matching your tone of disbelief, nodding to the empty ice cream cup with the little plastic spoon.

“It was chocolate,” you lie with a pout but he sees right through it, laughing at you.

You’re both interrupted by the deep distinct cough, and you finally unwrap your arms from your old acquaintance to meet the stoic stare of your almost forgotten companion. You feel your cheeks begin to burn with realisation, fumbling with your words as you introduce Taehyung to the waiter you came to know through many frequent visits to this cafe. 

“Lemon gelato?” Taehyung questions, eyes on you that said a lot more than his words. 

“Ah this sweet girl would visit me every day for it, it was the highlight of my day,” Alessandro looks at you affectionately, and if you didn’t miss the look, there was no way Taehyung did. You smile back sheepishly, remembering the crush the waiter had on you, one that you might’ve indulged in to score an extra scoop of gelato, but in your defence you only flirted for the food before he made his feelings abundantly clear. After that, you stopped it all together. “She wouldn’t tell me her name so I started calling her that.”

“Actually I distinctly remember betting you couldn’t guess it for free gelato,” you tease right back, narrowing your eyes playfully in jest. “And you started calling me that so you wouldn’t lose any more money.”

He chortles at that, head falling back as he laughs into the air. Truth be told you would’ve probably fallen for him in a heartbeat, if your heart at the time wasn’t occupied by longing for your seven bosses. Distance made the heart grow fonder, and for you it was when you realised you were developing feelings for them. 

Your smile disappears as you take in your boyfriend’s face, his jaw clenched unimpressed as he glared at you both. This reunion was going to bite you in the ass, you just knew it. 

—

His blood was boiling. He tried his hardest to swallow it down, but by doing so he became deathly quiet, the grip on your hand tight as you all walked back to the apartment they bought for this impromptu holiday. Florence, the city of love, he thought it was the perfect getaway for a blissful escape but now he swore he was never ever coming back now the blue eyed waiter tainted it.

Taehyung remembers missing you so badly that week you went away, it was early on in your career with them but when you left for your holiday you took a part of them with you, and today he finds out while they longed for you, you were hitting it off with some tall dark and handsome bastard, doing who knows what. 

He shouldn’t be jealous, logically he knows he has no right to be, but he doesn’t care. He can’t help the sour nauseating disgust run through his stomach at the way Alless-asshole was staring at you. He shouldn’t be feeling so sad about the fact you shared inside jokes with another man from a time before you were all together, not with his own history, but he had hoped the pining he had back then was mutual, that you were missing him as much as he missed you. 

He sighs deeply to himself, the three of you eyeing him cautiously as he unlocks the door. 

“He looked like he was going to murder someone when we left the shop,” Jimin mutters to Jungkook, wearily watching his best friend and his vice grip on your hand as you both enter first. 

“What did bunny do?” Jungkook whispers back, not missing the way you were trying to find the words to deflate whatever situation they were oblivious to. 

“Are you upset with me?” you dare to ask when the emotion is evident on his face despite how hard he was trying to come off as despondent. “Tae-”

He lets go of your hand, walking away from you into the bedroom, leaving the three of you standing there gobsmacked. 

“He’s such a baby sometimes,” you mutter more to yourself than the others, stalking after him to find him already on the bed scrolling on his phone, completely ignoring your presence. 

“What happened while we were shopping?” Jimin frowns at the obvious hurt expression on Taehyung’s face, wondering how on earth it got there when moments before they left him he was grinning from ear to ear with you. 

It was your turn to sigh, shaking your head at Jimin that now wasn’t the time for explaining yourself, not yet anyway. You march up to the bed, climbing onto the mattress before you purposefully straddle his lap, pushing his phone away from his face but still he refuses to look at you. 

“Tae-Tae are you really mad at me?” you try to find his line of sight but he avoids your eyes, shaking his head silently in answer. “So why are you looking so sad?”

“Someone want to tell us what's going on?” Jungkook huffs before jumping on the bed with you both, stern look on his face as he studies you.

“We ran into an old acquaintance of mine,” you sigh, “I think Taehyung’s imagination is getting the best of him.”

You raise your eyebrow up at the middle maknae, an obvious challenge in your tone that makes him scoff in outrage. It was a cheap move on your part but it worked now that he was finally looking at you, albeit with a little more anger than you would’ve liked.

“I’m not blind flower,” he grumbles, pouting with a fire in his gaze. “He looked at you too familiarly to be just an acquaintance.” 

Now Jimin and Jungkook knew where this was stemming from, recognising the jealous tint in Taehyung’s glare now the emotion was starting to seep its way into their own bones. 

“Who exactly were you acquainted with angel?” Jimin asks with a forced fake smile on his face. 

“Okay, let’s make this very clear,” you answer firmly, not leaving any room for misunderstandings. “One, this was well before our relationship, two, nothing happened, three, you guys seriously can’t talk about previous romances because I can jump on this green bandwagon too.”

You look at them all sternly, putting your foot down before their negative emotions could ruin your trip. Jungkook doesn’t look impressed but bites his tongue, remembering the time he might’ve, sort’ve flaunted his ex around to get a reaction from you before you all started dating (in his defence he's still adamant it was Jin’s idea). Even Jimin remembers the time you came back from your last Italy trip, and how he might’ve accidentally absentmindedly mentioned Taehyung’s past which caused a downcast on your angelic features. He would never forget that.

“Our past was before we met you,” Taehyung stubbornly states, never one to back down. “This was after you met us, when we were falling in love with you.”

You sigh, running your hand through his hair as his arms wrap around your waist. The thing was, you understood this emotion perfectly, you had felt it countless times before with them, so you couldn’t blame him, not one bit. It was an irrational response, but not one he could control very well, you had been in these very shoes. 

“He asked me out,” you reveal, watching his jaw clench in upset as he looked away from you. “And I said no, because I realised I was infatuated with the seven of you.”

You can hear his little breath of surprise when his eyes bore into yours again, a vulnerable feeling swimming in them as he gazes up at you when you lean towards him. 

“Am I here with him, or am I here with you?” you whisper, a soft smirk on your face as you tug his head back further with your fist in his hair. His mouth opens as he exhales at the sensation, his tongue wetting the corner of his lip as he watches you, the temperature in the room beginning to shift. 

Even Jimin and Jungkook’s lips parted in shock, swallowing the empty air after hearing the seductive lilt to your voice. You were starting to play dirty to distract them, but they didn’t mind. 

“My baby boy asks me to skip work, piss off my four boyfriends at home, and fly away with him into the sunset,” you breathe against his lips, smirking wider as his gaze tries to find where they’re connected. “And here I am, with you.”

“You’re too enticing for your own good flower,” the low hum of his voice vibrates against you as he pulls you firmly on his lap, but he’s unable to help himself and let the topic go. “Even he had a nickname for you.”

You can still hear the displeasure in his tone, still see the doubt in his mind through his hooded eyes as he nuzzles his nose softly against yours, leaning forward to kiss you but you move away just out of reach. Tease, he thinks, but he smiles in spite of himself. 

You can hear Jimin scoff behind you, you didn’t have to see him to know exactly what annoyance he was wearing on his face and in his posture, you almost hear the way his arms cross. 

“He gave you a pet name?” Jungkook complains, his frown taking over his face as he looks at you unimpressed. 

“I didn’t ask for one,” you sigh exasperated by the conversation. 

“You didn’t tell him not to call you that,” Taehyung mumbles, lips pressed against your jaw as he speaks just to feel better connected to you. 

It was your turn to scoff, using the grip in Taehyung’s hair to pull him back and away from you as you stared him down.

“How many girls did you call ‘flower’ before me?” you voice the insecurity that has secretly been eating away at you over the years, turning the tables on them since they were refusing to let it go. “How many ‘angels’ were there? How many Kittens and bunnies and baby girls have you all had that I feel jealous about?”

You think their silence is answer enough, but you don’t see the look of shock on their faces, you can't look at any of them with the revelation of your own green little monster you kept out of sight.

“Who did you call ‘good girl’ before me?” The last question comes out as a whisper as a sad pit sits hollow in your stomach. You never let yourself entertain these thoughts before, but here they were spilling out of you. They made you feel so special but you weren’t a fool, it didn’t take a genius to figure out they must have had pet names for people that weren’t you. 

You feel his hand caress your cheek soothingly but you close your eyes to avoid his gaze.

“No one,” Taehyung reveals to you, kissing the corner of your lips now your clutch in his hair slackened. He stares at you in disbelief, not missing the soft scoff you emit at his words. “Flower, look at me.”

You try to follow his instructions, unable to completely meet his gaze but he can see the vulnerability swimming inside of your eyes that were in his only moments ago. Those names were yours, a part of him is hurt you would ever think he would call anyone else his flower, but at the same time, given their history and the pieces of it you knew, he understands better than anyone where your thoughts were coming from. 

“Angel, you know I’ve only ever called other people vultures,” Jimin defends himself, unable to keep the whine out of his voice as he sits on your other side on the bed. “You’re my only angel.”

“I’m not talking about the women at work, Jimin,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “I’m talking about people you loved before me.”

“Noona-”

“You guys don’t have to lie to me,” you cut Jungkook off. “I’m not saying you did anything wrong, it's just-”

“Flower,” Taehyung calls for your attention sternly, his tone sounding like he was telling you off. The hand on your cheek is joined by his other palm, entrapping your face so you can’t look away from him. “Listen to us, we’re not lying.”

“I’ll call Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung right now if you don’t believe us,” Jimin threatens. But how were you supposed to trust those words, something bitter inside of you refused to.

“Jin hyung has never called anyone beautiful girl before,” Jungkook stands up for the others that weren’t here to defend themselves. “Hobi hyung calls you sunshine because you are his sunshine.”

“Fine, the names might’ve been different, but that’s not-”

“Y/n how are you so blind?” it's the lack of nickname from Taehyung’s lips that have you finally meeting his stare of disbelief, his hands dropped from holding your face onto the bed. “We gave you those names because we didn’t know how else to show our affection.”

He can’t believe he has to explain himself, how did you not know?

“You were our employee, Namjoon hyung forbid us from revealing our feelings, we still needed a way to let them out somehow.”

“We’ve never had to do that before angel,” Jimin continues, stroking your hair gently, his soft tone a stark contrast to Taehyung scolding one. “We were telling you we loved you without actually telling you.”

“Did we give anyone else a pet name? We cared about you more than just an employee, we wanted something special with you, something that satisfied our longing bunny,” Jungkook states, his words giving you de ja vu from a long while back, he said something along those lines before. He sits up a little more, leaning into you on the side Jimin wasn’t occupying, his nose in your neck. 

“If you want us to call all of our exes to prove it to you we will,” there’s a conviction in his voice that tells you he will if you ask it, but you shake your head, you didn’t need to ignite other insecurities by meeting their other drop dead gorgeous previous lovers, you had already seen one and that was enough. 

You feel his wet tongue on your neck like a dare, his lips pressing open mouths kisses to the skin as if to both soothe you and rile you up. 

“When are you going to realise we love you flower?” Taehyung’s voice drops in octaves, the rumble of his voice pulling you out of the dark pit you were creating inside of yourself, until you felt butterflies fill up the empty space. “Since the moment we met you, it's been you.”

“We’re supposed to be on holiday,” Jimin chuckles, joining the maknaes ministrations on the other side of your neck, his teeth lightly tugging on the flesh, grinning when he hears you suck in a sharp breath. “Can we please put this topic, as well as ourselves, to bed?”

“Taehyung started it,” you mutter slightly childishly with a small pout, earning a small chuckle from each of them. The insecurities were far from gone but at least there was now a smile on his face, his previous disposition fading. 

“My silly pretty flower,” he murmurs, fingers holding your chin as he finally steals your lips in a deep kiss.

—

“You two are going to make a hole in the floor with your pacing,” Namjoon comments, sighing at the pair despite his own eyes snapping to the door every time the wind rustled. 

“It's Sunday, why aren’t they back yet?” Hobi groans as he walks around in circles.

“They didn’t even tell us what time their flight was,” Jin rants with every step. 

“They knew we’d camp at the airport,” Yoongi mumbles, standing by the window as he peered out, looking like the cat you always compared him to be. “Those brats, when I get my hands on them...”

“Manipulating my sunshine into going away with them,” Hoseok grumbles, continuing the tone of Yoongi’s threats. “Where the hell are they!”

“You think Kitten is innocent in all this?” Yoongi scoffs, remembering the audio message the maknaes cruelly sent them disguised as a present. “I say once they’re back we ignore her for a week.”

Namjoon chuckles at that, dimples cracking his frustrated exterior, as if Yoongi would survive a week ignoring you, especially if you begged and pouted for his attention. Who was he trying to kid, he was soft for you. 

“Find another way, I can’t ignore my beautiful girl for a week,” Jin ridicules the suggestion. “We barely survived a weekend without her, why do you want to make that torture longer for us?”

Yoongi mutters under his breath, something that sounded a lot like “teach her a lesson” but the others couldn't be entirely sure.

The sun was setting lower and lower as they waited, to the point they stopped their pacing, Yoongi now sat with his back to the window on the floor, tired of looking out of it. 

“What if part of this punishment is they extend their trip for a week?” Hobi mumbles sadly, you wouldn’t do that to them right? But you had already followed the troublesome trio out of the country and abandoned them, who’s to say you wouldn’t play into this cruel prank more than you already had.

“We’d hunt them down if they dared,” Yoongi replies, no word of a lie in his tone. 

Just then, like a ray of hope, they see headlights pulling into the estate, the four of them turning their heads to the sound of tyres. Yoongi’s the first one out of the door as the others shoot up from their respective seats eagerly following him out. His steps are quick, you’re barely out of the car before you’re engulfed by his embrace wrapping around you tightly. You hear him release a deep breath, as if he had been holding it since he last saw you, and to him it felt like he had. You smile into his chest, having missed them even while you had fun on your trip, holding him back just as tightly until it hurt.

“Ya Yoongi stop hogging her!” Jin yells, wanting to rip you out of the shorter man’s arms and into his own. Hoseok doesn’t even wait, tugging on your arm to pull you away. The second you’re let go, you're lifted into the air by another set of arms around your waist, Jin having swept you away before Hoseok could. 

“Hyung!”

“Did you miss me beautiful?” Jin asks, finally feeling full again now you were here, the smile that had been absent on his face returning with you. You steady yourself in his hold, arms around his neck as you beam down at him.

“So so much,” you exclaim with a happy grin, leaning down to kiss him to prove your point. 

“Hyung stole my move,” Jungkook mumbles in the driver's seat to the other two maknaes as they also make their way out of the car. The second they’re out, you’re dropped to your feet, Jin already yelling at them the second they came into his peripherals leaving you to laugh but worry for their safety as a chase ensues. 

“Sunshine,” Hobi calls for your attention, his hands cradling your face as he takes you in like you were a figment of a lost dream coming to life. 

He kisses you, hard, tongue demanding entrance as it pushes against your lips. It was the type of kiss men give their wives when they returned from war, breathtaking, leaving you in a daze as he parts. His forehead leans against yours, face as close to yours as he can get so you breath each other in, the look on his face turns stern.

“Don’t do that again,” he warns before joining Jin in capturing the maknaes. You watch for a second before you remember there's still one of them you haven’t greeted.

“Joonie,” you whisper, looking for him before your eyes settle in front of the mansion where he stood, meeting your longing gaze with his stoic one. 

“It's getting cold,” he announces, looking away from you to the rest of the boys with his jaw slightly clenched. “We should take this inside.”

With that he turns away, shit, he was mad. You don’t waste a minute running after him, why does Taehyung get you involved in his games when it results in Namjoon’s wrath? Next time you were not going to give in to his puppy eyes and begging, you swore it, even if it sounded a little bit like a lie. 

“Joonie!” you call after him, almost running him over as you attack him with a back hug. “Please don’t be mad.”

You hear him sigh, tightening your arms around his waist like a shackle tying him to you. You weren’t moving until he forgave you, or at least smiled at you or something. 

“You’re sleeping next to us for the week,” he declares, no room in his tone to misunderstand exactly who he was referring to. “I don’t care if the maknaes whinge or whine about it.”

You bite your tongue at the comment you wanted to make, the fact that wasn’t that how this whole thing started? Instead you nod against his back, nuzzling into him, trying to make him let go of any resentment he held.

“You three took things too far,” Jin berates the trio as the remainder of your boyfriends finally follow you both inside. 

“We know,” Jimin admits with a small sheepish smile. “So we got you all something as a peace offering.”

“We remember your last peace offering brat,” Yoongi growls, the audio clip on the group chat still not forgotten. 

Jungkook can’t help the snigger escape his lips, or the smirk on his face, that was especially cruel of them, but fuck was it fun. He brings four little gift bags in front of their eyes. You finally lift your head away from Namjoon’s back, the curiosity getting to you. You don’t remember them buying any presents… but then you also didn’t realise when one of them was keeping you distracted while the other two slipped in and out of shops to purchase these gifts.

“I think you’ll like these ones Hyung,” Jimin grins sinfully, eyes boring into your own as he addresses Yoongi. Oh that look on his face did not bode well for you, you had seen that mischievous glint in his eyes too many times before.

Jungkook passes each of them a bag, each of them a different colour. 

“Open them.” 

Why does Jungkook look so excited? Why did it suddenly make your fight or flight reaction activate?

You peer over Namjoon’s waist to see him open his first, mouth hanging open in shock as he pulls the black lace out. 

“Are you guys kidding me!” You can feel your cheeks burning, finally understanding the looks in their eyes. “When the hell did you buy that?”

The trio only laugh, delighted at your reaction, and the way Namjoon was taking the black teddy in, already imagining you in it. Perhaps a little bit of forgiveness was due when they were being this thoughtful. 

“Oh my,” Hoseok chuckles, the sadistic lilt to his voice unmistakable. You dare yourself to look, only to find… was that seriously what you thought it was? “We’re gonna have a lot of fun with this sunshine.”

Yep. It was a vibrating wand. The maknaes brought Hobi a vibrating wand. 

“You three could’ve warned me at least,” you say through gritted teeth, eyeing the toy in Hoseok’s hand as if he was going to strike now. 

“And miss your reaction to this? Never,” Jungkook’s face hurts from grinning so hard. 

You turn to Jin’s laughter, a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs waving in front of him as he takes them in. 

“I can’t wait to use these,” he admits bluntly, not missing the way you almost choke. 

“Yoongi hyung I chose yours specially,” Jimin says sweetly, the angelic look on his face doing nothing to fool any of you.

He doesn’t say a word as he pulls the collar out of the bag, but the smirk on his face says it all as he admires the object. You bite the inside of your cheeks as he turns the front of it to face you, the tag ‘Kitten’ seen clear as day, before you bury your head against Namjoon’s back, feeling him vibrate with breaths of laughter as your arms tighten around him. 

“I have work in the morning,” your muffled voice announces, the words roughly translating to ‘not tonight’. That was fine, they had next weekend to play with them.

“So are all the games done and over with now?” Namjoon asks the trio, addressing Taehyung specifically who had yet to speak. “You got your revenge, let's end this here.”

“That all depends on one thing hyung…” Taehyung squares up to their leader, ready to make his demand. “Never,” he pauses so they hear how serious he was, punctuating the word sternly, “...call her good girl again.”

—

You’d unpack later, you decide as you enter your room, body aching from the flight. Every step you took you tried to stretch a limb, the tired feeling settling into you now you were back. You just hoped you weren’t jetlagged tomorrow, although it might help your excuse as to why you weren’t in. You snicker to yourself before you yawn, who would’ve thought you of all people would skip work to go on holiday with your boyfriends, if any of your friends heard the story they would not believe it. Maybe they would once they met the troublesome trio, then they would understand what you were up against. No one would blame you then. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by a firm knock on the door, Namjoon standing at the entrance of your room, still wearing that stoic stare. He doesn’t look as harsh now that it's coupled with a grey top and red shorts, in fact you could almost kid yourself he was harmless. You frown at him as he keeps his silence though he steps in, wondering why he was here before you remembered his little ultimatum.

“Joonie, promise me no funny business,” you whine sleepily, chucking your luggage to the corner of the room to deal with another day. You had work in the morning, you all did, you could not afford to be more tired than you were already going to be. 

You hear him scoff, an unimpressed look on his face that so resembled Taehyung’s when he wore the same expression. They were both so similar and yet polar opposites too. 

“Funny business like running away to Italy?” he deadpans. You swore to yourself then you were never going to get caught in the middle of their wars or games ever again, it was too exhausting for you, and every time you would be in trouble with whoever lost. 

Pouting the best you can, you wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him earnestly with your chin to his chest. 

“I missed you,” you reveal, your heart aching at the memory of him being so far away.

His features soften at your words, he can hear how honest you were, he can see it in your open eyes that become hooded as you tiptoe to kiss him. It starts off slow, seductive, you were pulling out all the tricks to convince him to forgive you but he cant find his voice to chastise you, not when your tongue swept across his bottom lip. Didn’t you say no funny business?

“Having fun?” 

Namjoon groans when you part away from him to greet Yoongi, sending the older male a death stare for interrupting. 

“You’re all in my domain Min Yoongi, my rules if you want to sleep here,” you state confidently, hands interlocked behind his neck as his palms hold your sides. 

“I think my kitten is getting too big for her claws,” his eyebrow raises at your tone, as sexy as he found this attitude, he didn’t like the threat of you kicking him out if he didn’t behave, not after your stint with the maknaes. “I think you could use a little more training.”

He smirks suggestively and you groan in protest.

“Babe I have work in the morning, please,” you whine.

He gives in, kissing you softly on your cheek, a light spank to your asscheek before he lets you go… Maybe the others were right, maybe he was soft on you.

“Are we all going to fit on the bed?” Jin announces his entrance with the question, Hobi not far behind, the pair of them bringing their pillows like you were at a sleepover or something. 

“We got the extra large bed for her room for a reason,” Hoseok says, grabbing your hand to pull you towards the mattress so he could cuddle and sleep. 

“Hobi I need to shower and change first,” you say with a yawn, starting to feel a little disorientated in your sleepy state, but it doesn’t stop your boyfriend dragging you onto the bed.

“Tell us about your trip first sunshine,” he says, his arms wrapping around you as he laid you both down. “Jimin said to ask you about a waiter?”

Whatever tiredness you were feeling jolted away, a nervous chuckle leaving you as you wrack your brains for an exit from this topic or you really weren’t going to get any sleep.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow I promise,” you keep your voice steady before you change the subject. “What did you guys get up to this weekend? Did you have fun?”

Four stern serious stares answered that question for you, you think they roughly translated to, ‘are you being serious right now?’

“It was the worst weekend of my life,” Jin dramatically sighs. 

“I don’t think you realise how much trouble you’re actually in Kitten,” Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head at the audacity of such a question. “Just because we’re going easy on you now, doesn’t mean we will tomorrow.”

“B-but I was the hostage in the situation,” you complain. “And you forgave them!”

“Really babygirl?” Namjoon looks at you sceptically. “You had no choice in the matter?”

“I-I…”

“The maknaes got us all gifts in apology,” Hoseok grins wickedly.

“You haven’t made it up to us yet beautiful,” the smirk on Jin’s face says more than his words, making your heart do somersaults at where the conversation was heading. 

Dig yourself out Y/n, dig yourself out. 

“But I got you guys a gift too,” you say as cutely as you can through your pout, trying to hide the panic in your system. 

“What did you get us, sunshine?” Hoseok chuckles, 

“Me,” you announce with a grin, arms going above your head to form a heart. 

You fight back laughter when Hobi almost chokes, Yoongi laughing through his gummy smile though he was turning red like the rest of them. Namjoon looks away, hiding his face in his hands as if feeling cringed by the cheesiness but you don’t miss the dimples in his cheeks. Jin can’t fight his smile, the top of his ears burning red as he looks away from you when you wink. Why were you so cute?

—

Bonus scene :

It was Friday, the day after they came home to find you and the maknaes were gone and now the emptiness they felt in the office since your resignation found its way home. Namjoon was dreading this weekend, wondering whether he should work just to distract himself from your absence, but that plan was barely working now.

The four of them sat in the silent office with different looks of despondency. Hoseok‘a frown filled his face, the look in his eyes angry one second before they turned to sorrow in the next, his thoughts jumping from one emotion to another. Jin, for once, looked completely stoic, not an inkling of his happy disposition anywhere on his face. Yoongi was ready to bite someone’s head off, not that was any different from any other day but today the urge was uncontrollable. Namjoon’s jaw was forever clenched, not relaxing even with the ache in them. 

They all snap out of their collective grumbling when four distinct ringtones simultaneously buzz into the room, all of them sharing a look before they whip their phones out.

Office romance 

Jimin : Hyungnims, we realise we may have taken things too far in our plot for revenge

Jungkook : please forgive us we acted out of anger

Jimin : We can’t imagine a weekend alone without Angel, we’re so sorry for putting you through this with our selfishness 

Jungkook : please accept this as an offering of peace

Taehyung : *audio message*

“Somethings not right,” Yoongi stares a hole into his phone as he rereads the group chat. “Those brats are laughing at us. I can feel it.”

“Maybe they really are sorry,” Hoseok mutters, wanting to give them the benefit of the doubt. “Who’s brave enough to press play?”

“Namjoon?” Jin offers their leader to take the plunge. 

The second he pressed the little triangle all of their breaths caught in their throats to the sound of you crying out in what they knew was pleasure. 

“I can see why Namjoon Hyung favours this position,” they hear Jungkook moan out. “Fuck Baby girl your squeezing me so tight.”

There’s a sadistic chuckle heard from the device like they knew Namjoon’s blood was boiling as soon as the name was uttered. The others stare in shock, this form of punishment too cruel with the already dismal weekend ahead. And at work… they were sending them this torture while they were at work, knowing they would have to carry on with the day as if nothing had occurred. The lead CEO has half a mind to end the voice message there, but he can’t bring himself to.

“Kitten don’t cover your mouth,” Jimin taunts. “Let the Hyungs hear you.” 

“That fucking brat!” Yoongi tells, a spew of swears leaving his mouth as rage fills him. 

“She really does look like a kitten with that choker,” Taehyung’s signature deep lilt rumbles through the phone, his voice full of amusement at their expense. Namjoon has no doubt in his mind about two things, this was Taehyung's idea, and the maknaes knew, this reward they were giving them was no reward at all when they couldn't see you.

“Come on beautiful girl let them hear you,” Jungkook orders gutturally, the sound of his palm spanking your ass sharp through the speakers followed by your delicious whines. 

“Ya why is he taking this out on me, what did I do?” Jin eyes turn into boulders and he spits out his outrage. 

“They better not fucking call her sunshine,” Hoseok growls, stern stoicism turning his features to stone, but his eyes burned through their device of torture. 

“Don’t call her you know what,” Jimin laughs as if he heard Hobi’s comment. “Hoseok Hyungs scary when he’s pissed.” 

“He didn’t call her a good girl so he’s exempt,” Taehyung mumbles. 

“Ya what the fuck!” Jin uncharacteristically swears in his outburst. “I didn’t either you asshole!” 

“Ah Kookie right there,” as soon as your voice comes through the phone they turn quiet, ears listening intently for you. The microphone must’ve been right in front of you, because if they closed their eyes they could almost pretend you were within reach. “O-oh fuck!” 

“Holy sweet fucking torture,” Hobi breathes, his fingers gripping the wood of his desk as your whines and moans only grow louder. 

“Baby girl if you want to cum…” Taehyung’s sinister smug smirk could somehow be heard. “… call Jungkook daddy.” 

With that the message ends, palpable tension fills the room as they all take in what just happened. The only thing they can now hear is their own heavy breathing, their desks concealing a hard problem from each other. It was a good thing it ended there because Namjoon was seconds away from throwing his phone into the wall.

This weekend was going to be Hell.

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Mini chapter / drabble that takes place after this one can be found here

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[sailtomarina]

Did you cook this?

I had this same pasta dish for my birthday almost a year ago now and I still can't get over how amazing it was. SACCHETTI ME NOW.

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He placed the plates down before taking the chair beside her, tugging at his collar and clearing his throat in clear agitation. As far as Hermione could tell, everything seemed perfect. The plating was immaculate and the wine superb—not that she expected any different. As she took her first bite under his intense scrutiny, she couldn’t stop her eyes from sliding shut as the flavors seared through her.

“Did you cook this?”

He nodded. “Do you like it?”

“Draco, this pasta might be the singular best thing to pass my lips that I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing.”

“I’ll try not to take that personally,” he said with a suggestive smirk.

“What is it called? I don’t think I’ve ever had pasta like this. Is it some kind of ravioli?”

“The dish is sacchetti al cinghiale, a boar and mushroom pasta. Do you see how the noodles look like little pouches?”

Hermione nodded as she inspected one on her fork, before devouring the parcel with a shudder of delight.

“They’re filled with mushrooms, right, if this meat on the outside is the boar? And this sauce—”

“Truffles and cream, but not so much to overwhelm the dish which is already rich as it is.”

Dipping a finger into the plate, she lifted a coated digit and sucked on it as she moaned. Sly eyes peered out from heavy lashes. Her cheeks hollowed out even though Draco knew not a drop of sauce remained.

“Hermione—”

Removing her finger with a light ‘pop’, she grinned at the want in his voice.

“Is something the matter?”

He shook his head with a rueful smile before tucking into his own meal. Normally, Hermione would have pounced on him right then for another tabletop session, but the sacchetti really was too good to ignore. She wasn’t lying when she praised it as one of the best things she’d ever eaten in recent memory, and the fact that Draco Malfoy made it for her? She’d be damned if she let such a masterpiece go without the proper adulations.

The wine flowed as generously as their discourse, and they cleared their plates in what might have been considered an embarrassingly swift time. True to his upbringing, not a single dish exceeded their capabilities to finish in a single sitting. She was pleasantly satisfied rather than uncomfortably full. All that was left was dessert.

Hermione fiddled in her chair as he vanished once more into the kitchen. Draco knew her passion for crime brûlée, and she had a good feeling that his would impress her just as much as the main dish.

She started when a small silver spoon materialized in front of her, the recently transfigured ‘G’ of her surname glinting on the handle. The moment Hermione’s fingertips brushed its surface, she felt a familiar tug at her navel before landing onto a flurry of pillows outside in the warm summer night.

“Glad you could make it.”

Her eyes fixated on the tall figure standing with a crystal bowl in each hand.

“Not that I’m complaining, but were all the theatrics to get me out here strictly necessary?”

He laughed as he joined her on the blanket, handing her a bowl as he answered. “No, but Theo begged me to try out his latest work and I figured you could help me with the feedback.”

“It was ridiculously smooth. I didn’t even have to hold the spoon, just touch it.” She waggled the aforementioned utensil in his face before dipping it into the dark orange sorbet (sigh, not crème brûlée). A burst of sweet and tangy citrus hit her tongue.

“Blood orange!”

Her exclamation was cut off by the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the coolness of her tongue. He chuckled as he nipped her lips a final time before pulling back.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself from getting a taste.”

She pouted at the separation, but also at his greed. “Don’t you have your own?”

“This one’s limoncello gelato.” Eating his own spoonful, he raised a brow at her in expectation.

Hermione carefully set aside her dish under stasis before straddling his lap. “I suggest you set yours aside as well.”

He obeyed quickly. He knew a pleased Hermione meant a very pleased Draco. She shoved him backwards to flop onto the pillows and descended on him with her questing tongue. She hummed in pleasure at what she tasted.

“I’ve never had limoncello before, but you can now consider me a fan.” She cut off his quiet laugh with another kiss and tugged at his hair. “I think, however, an apéritif is in order.”

This time, he was the one to break free and correct her.

“You have it backwards, Granger. The gelato is the apéritif leading up to you.” Arms engulfed her before rolling them both over so she now looked up at him. “Nothing I’ve served tonight has or will ever compare to you.”

It wasn’t until much later they realized Draco had not cast a stasis charm on his gelato, which had unfortunately melted into an unappealing yellow puddle. Suggestions of repurposing the liquid for further foreplay were met with firm denial, and he instead shared the remaining sorbet with a reluctant Hermione. If anyone considered him selfish, they had obviously never truly known the curly-haired witch.

She was generous, yes, in her attention and affection. But selfless? No. Hermione wanted what she deserved, and what she deserved was simply everything, Draco included. Who was he to deny her?

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Wordcount: 918 Prompt: Did you cook this?

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[m34gs]

You know, we talk a lot about the Housewardens, but I want to know what are the vice housewardens' favourite ice cream flavour? 👀

Ooooh this is gonna be lots of fun to answer! Thank you for asking, I agree we should discuss the vice housewardens more too!!!

Trey - Honestly, I think Trey would like vanilla the best. It pairs so well with almost any baked dessert, and it isn't an overwhelming flavour. I think he would enjoy the sweet simplicity of it. I also think he would love having it with fresh-baked pies.

Ruggie - Ruggie comes from a family that probably didn't spend a lot on ice cream, and it's hinted at that there's young ones he helps look after (siblings? cousins? neighbourhood kiddos? I don't really know but any of those is just as likely) so I imagine that when ice cream was bought, it was bought in a large quantity that was probably on sale, in a flavour that was probably "safe" as in, popular among the majority. For this reason, I think Ruggie would be in love with stuff that is more unique than plain old vanilla or strawberry or chocolate because 1. he didn't get those as a kid, and 2. it means he gets to have it to himself and enjoy it all. I think his number one favourite flavour would be pumpkin ice cream, because it's a different flavour...not too outlandish but definitely not one that is common among ice cream parlours.

Jade - Jade...Oh, Jade. Why must you torment me even in my own headcannons. Alright, so Jade has a favourite ice cream (technically a gelato). It's called "Byakuya". BUT, he's only allowed it on Very Special Occasions. Why? Because it is $6696.00 per serving. PER. SERVING. JADE. Why is it so gosh-darn expensive? Because it is made with Very Expensive white truffles. And look me in the eye and tell me that Jade wouldn't try an ice cream that comes packaged with truffle oil? (I'm sorry I just...I don't know what truffles taste like but research says they're savory, and my personal taste does not like to mix a lot of sweet and savory). And a hand-made metal spoon???? Part of me wonders if he lists this one as his favourite just so he can watch Azul break the bank on the twins' birthday. But honestly, I read about this ice cream here, and couldn't help but think about how it was Such a Jade Thing.

Jamil - I think Jamil would like Vanilla ice cream with some Cinnamon sprinkled on top. It's simple, but a yummy combo, and I think at the end of the day he wants an easy dessert he can enjoy. Plus, he pretty much never runs out of it; those are two ingredients you can find anywhere.

Rook - Rook likes a soft serve vanilla and chocolate ice cream in a cone. It's swirled beautifully and the two different colours really bring out that shape. He enjoys both chocolate and vanilla for taste, so in his mind this is the perfect mix of both. Also, it means he gets romantic ice cream cone dates with Vil. :D (in my opinion, ice cream is completely fine in either a bowl or a cone, but it is 100% More Romantic in a cone).

Ortho - Bubblegum for Ortho. It's a fun colour (usually blue or pink) and it has chunks of candy in it! What's not to love? I think Ortho is a "try everything" kind of person, but I think he would just really love the appeal of the bubblegum flavour ice cream. I also feel like it reflects his fun attitude and child-like wonder very well.

Lilia - Again. Why must I be tormented. But you cannot expect me to think Lilia would go for something normal...No no, he likes to experiment. He is out there trying anything and everything that he can, for the experience. Just a dude living his life to the fullest, and I love that for him. I think Lilia would list Pizza Flavoured Ice Cream as his favourite. Based on the pizza ice cream listed here, made with tomato, basil, oregano, salt and garlic, it would be very savory. Maybe a bit like a cold slice of leftover pizza? I'm not sure...but regardless, he is thriving off of it.

There you go! Those are my headcanons! What are yours, friend??👀 Also, no judgement towards anyone who likes the savory ice creams, it is just my personal preference that I do not.

#twisted wonderland #vice housewardens #headcanons #ice cream #favourite ice creams #my headcanons #for fun #I love my chaotic gremlins but I think Jade is gonna give Azul a heart attack over spending one of these days...

[bleedingwings]

who? @xastarothx

where? 4 the Record

“I don’t know if you realize it, but there is a song in a podcast musical called For the Record and every time I enter the shop I think of it,” she admits cheerily as she walks inside the shop with two gelatos in hand, making a bee line for Astaroth. She offers them their order, setting them on the counter before going to grab her little spoon and taking a tentative bite. If Eve had poisoned it, at least Astaroth could call Hayliel and the two of them could figure out who to ask to help her. “Also, Eve apparently owns A Lotto Gelatto so these might have moly on them, whoops.”

#xastarothx #Astaroth { 1 }

[our-time-is-now]

August 19, 2019 (2): What exactly are his qualities?

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.

Monday, 7:23 pm:

David: *they really managed to find Philippo’s apartment quite quickly, but so far, didn’t really have much opportunity to talk to him because he had to leave right after he showed them the apartment and their room and handed them the apartment key* *he had offered that they could call him if they don’t manage to find their way around somewhere and have agreed on meeting him back at the apartment fro dinner at 7:30* *they first went to shower and spent some binderless time in the apartment and planned on what they want to see* *then they left around 2:30 and looked at the city center and the cathedral* *went to eat gelato and quickly went shopping on their way back to the apartment* *they are now standing in the kitchen waiting for the pasta to be ready and for Philippo to come home* *was happy that he really was allowed to help with the cooking* *hugs Matteo from behind and presses a kiss on the crook of his neck* *murmurs against his neck* Should we already set the table? Or should we rather not rummage around in the cabinets even more?

Matteo: *has finished the sauce and is now only waiting for the pasta and sauce to be ready* *hopes that Philippo will be home soon because it will probably only take 10 more minutes tops* *then feels David’s arms and smiles automatically* *leans against him a little* *shrugs one shoulder* I think rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets isn’t that bad, right? And we should be able to find plates… *turns around in David’s arms and kisses him before pulling away* *opens the first cabinet* Voila. It’s that easy. *grins and takes out three plates* By the way, plates are piatto in Italian. *grins slightly while he puts the plates on the kitchen table*

David: *smiles when Matteo leans against him and when he finally turns around to him* *returns his kiss and then nods* True… *lets go of him and lets him open a cabinet* *grins slightly when he immediately finds the plates* *opens two drawers before he finds the cutlery and takes forks and spoons out* *nods at Matteo’s explanation and repeats quietly* Piatto… okay… but singular, right? The day before yesterday I tried to understand the rules about the plural… so far without success… *puts the forks and spoons next to the plates on the table*

Matteo: *grins and nods* Yep, singular… plural would be i piatti… the plates… *then shrugs one shoulder* But don’t ask me for grammar rules or anything, I have no clue about that… *then searches for the glasses and puts them next to the plates* The glass - il bicchiere, the glasses… bicchieri… *goes back to the stove and stirs the sauce a little* *then hears a key in the lock* And now we’ll have to switch to English…

David: *nods and tries to memorize piatto and piatti* *then grins slightly* Well, there must be some rules… but I think a lot of exceptions… I’ll have to take a closer look at it and take a few notes when we’re in Berlin… it’s not so good just with the phone… *nods at his words about the glasses and repeats* Tre bicchieri, va bene… *grins slightly, but then also hears the key in the lock* English I can do… *then already sees Philippo standing in the doorway and sees him smile: “Wow… you’re cooking!? Do you want to move in here? And to cook for me every day when I come home?!”* *laughs quietly* Only a little thank you because you’re providing us with a place to sleep and shower at so short notice…

Matteo: *laughs slightly* You’ll manage… hey, you can ask Mama, I think she also used to study it like that, maybe she still has her stuff… *then turns to Philippo and grins* Yes, to say thank you… sit down, it’ll be ready in a minute… *turns the stove off and drains the pasta* *laughs when Philippo shakes his head in disbelief while he sits down: “Well you already were, but now you’re definitely welcome anytime!”* *only laughs and then puts the sauce and the pasta on the table* Well then… dig in. *joins him with David and sees Philippo fill everyone’s plates*

David: *plans on definitely asking Susanne how she learned it back then* *grins at Philippo’s words and also puts a bottle of water on the table* *explains to him* We also bought beer… but maybe for later. Or do you already want one now? *sees Philippo grin: “You really thought of everything! But sure, later is good!”* *sits down at the table with Matteo and accepts the full plate from Philippo* *murmurs quietly* Thanks… *then hears Philippo: “I see: You found a supermarket? And apart from that? Did you do some tourist stuff?”*

Matteo: *nods* Yes, a little bit, we went to the city center, looked at the church… and apart from that we just walked around, ate gelato, stuff like that… *grins slightly* Very chill… *swirls some pasta onto his fork and takes a big bite while Philippo laughs: “Chill is good… so, David, how do you like Italy so far? I already heard that the visit with Nonna went quite well?”*

David: *nods at Matteo’s words and adds* I would have loved to see the Last Supper but I read online that you’re standing in line forever and that it’s best if you already book tickets online in advance… we didn’t do that and so we didn’t even try… *sees Philippo nod and grin slightly: “Ah, sure… as an artist you can’t miss out on one of the most important pieces of art of the Renaissance!”* *grins and nods* Well, not really! But then we’ll just have to take care of tickets in advance the next time we visit… *sees Philippo nod and grin again: “Well, or you’ll just stay one more day and let me get you tickets… I have a friend who works there over the semester break… if he’s working tomorrow then I’m sure he can squeeze you in!”* *gapes and then beams* That would be totally cool! *looks at Matteo and laughs quietly* So, if we’ll stay one more day… spontaneously…? Yes? Yes? Yes? *is a little excited at the thought of being able to see the painting, after all* *then hears Philippos question and smiles* So far I found it pretty nice… especially Venice and Ravenna… but Florence was also pretty nice… *laughs at his question about the visit with Nonna* Yes, we tried to communicate with hands and feet… and Matteo, the poor guy, had to translate constantly… *looks at Matteo lovingly*

Matteo: *smiles when Philippo says that he has a friend and already knows what he will say next* *laughs when David begs like this* Yes, sure, we can do that… as if I could deny you anything… *grins broadly and laughs when Philippo “awws”* *then nods when David talks about their visit with Nonna* You know what she’s like. It didn’t bother her much that David can barely understand anything… *hears Philippo laugh: “Yes, she’s hard to stop… but she was really thrilled about you when I talked to her on the phone yesterday.”* *nods quickly* Of course she was… *then remembers something and gets a little embarrassed* Oh, and by the way, thanks again for talking to her after I came out to her… it was really good that you sent her photos and that you were calmer than I was…

David: *beams when Matteo agrees to the additional day in MIlan and wonders if it would be okay to kiss him quickly, but then hears Philippo’s Awww, grins slightly and then just risks it* *puts a hand to Matteo’s cheek and kisses him briefly* *then talks about the visit with Nonna and grins slightly at Matteo’s addition* *then laughs quietly at Philippos words* Really? Even though I could barely say anything… *sees Philippo grin: “I think the fact that you now want to learn Italian and that you make her grandson happy, that’s already enough…”* *shrugs a little embarrassed and is then quite glad that Matteo steers the conversation away* *sees Philippo wave it off: “Don’t mention it… really! I think if it had been about me then I wouldn’t have been able to stay calm, either… and if she really told you the things she told me at our first conversation about it… totally bullheaded and intolerant. I actually only told her that she should arrive in the here and now and if her intolerance was more important than you are and that she shouldn’t be surprised if you won’t visit her anymore, and that I’ll just invite you and David to Milan if you’re not welcome in Ravenna. Then she was really speechless that I knew David’s name and even more so when I said that I saw photos of the two of you…”* *sees him turn to him now: “Sorry, by the way, that I stalked your instagram account… but I was curious…”* *grins and waves it off* Don’t worry about it… she immediately praised one of my drawings…

Matteo: *is a little surprised when David kisses him but doesn't mind it, of course* *briefly grins at him when he leans back again* *grins even more and nods wildly when Philippo says that David makes him happy* *then hears his answer and nods slowly* Yes… if she had held onto her “it’s only a phase” opinion then it would have been difficult… *then laughs slightly when Philippo apologizes for stalking* *sees Philippo turn to him again: “You don’t have to laugh like that… your instagram has become a David fan account by now”* *grins and shrugs one shoulder* Yep, justifiably so. *hears Philippo laughing again: “That’s also true… how did you two even get together? Or is that too personal? You don’t have to tell me… I’m just curious…”* *looks at David and shrugs one shoulder* Well, the short version is that David changed to our school… I still had a girlfriend, there was a lot of back and forth and not everything went quite as smoothly as you would like… but ultimately I was able to convince him of my qualities…

David: *laughs quietly when Philippo talks about Matteo’s instagram account and gets a little embarrassed at Matteo’s comment and gives him a half-hearted secretary’s-office-look* *then hears Philippo’s question and sees that Matteo is looking at him questioningly* *also shrugs one shoulder but then nods as sign that Matteo can tell him* *trusts him that he won’t tell any intimate details* *listens to him and gives him a real secretary’s-office-look at his last sentence* *adds* I already appreciated them even before… he just convinced me that we are more important than all this back and forth… *sees Philippo looking between them and chuckle slightly before he hears him say: “Okay… I have two questions: One (*for Matteo*): Are you gay or bi? And if you’re gay, then why did you have a girlfriend? Nonna said you told her that you’d never have a girlfriend… and two (*for David, and with a conspiratory tone of voice*): “What exactly are his qualities? Did he develop any in the four years that I didn’t see him?! Oh and three (*for Matteo again, and also a little conspiratory*): “Since we’re already talking about qualities? What are his? (*slightly points his head toward David*)”* *laughs quietly, puts another forkful of pasta in his mouth and leans back* *lets Matteo answer first and looks at him expectantly*

Matteo: *rolls his eyes but grins when David says that he appreciated his qualities even before* Yeah, yeah… *then listens to Philippo and hears his question and thinks that they are actually good questions, apart from the fact that he’s making fun of him, of course* Haha… well, I’m gay… very much so… I had a girlfriend because… *hummms slightly and shrugs one shoulder* Because it was easier? Because then I didn’t have to deal with myself? And to be honest, I don’t really count her, either… well, it was really more of a “how do I best avoid her” than anything else… *then grins a little broader* And his qualities… *lovingly glances at David and then grins at Philippo* How much time do you have? *hears him laugh and say: “The entire evening!”* *grins again* He’s funny, he has my sense of humor, he’s super intelligent and can learn stuff really fast, he’s creative and talented, he’s very… what’s the word? Not selfish? Yeah, that… and he’s modest, which you will notice because he’s about to interrupt me… and apart from that he suits me, when he’s there, everything’s good. *shrugs one shoulder a little embarrassed*

David: *can see that Philippo is now also listening to Matteo - but in earnest now that it’s about whether he’s bi or gay* *sees him nod and hears him ask: “Not dealing with yourself” in this case means “not dealing with the fact that you’re actually gay?”* *then hears him laugh quietly: “That would be way too exhausting for me: To avoid a girl - they can be very persistent! Then it’s better to end things quickly if you’re not interested in her anymore, anyways…”* *grins slightly when he talks about his qualities and Philippo says that he has time the entire evening* *can guess what he’ll say now and immediately gets embarrassed when Matteo starts* *lowers his gaze and slightly shakes his head* *then hears Matteo’s last words and looks up again, after all, this time looking at him pretty lovingly, because he really feels the same way: When Matteo’s there, everything is good!* *would like to take his hand* *but then hears Philippo sigh and then announce: “Okay… clearly gay…”* *hears him laugh and sees him shake his head: “No, that’s not clear… but you’re clearly very much in love!”* *now sees Philippo turning toward him: “Okay, your turn. The only quality of Matteo that I can still remember very well is that he was able to hide pretty well when it was about who’s doing the dishes at Nonna’s…”* *grins slightly and glances at Matteo before turning back to Philippo* Well I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you - he’s no longer so good at hiding… at least I haven’t noticed yet that he’s trying to somehow get out of things... *smiles slightly and shrugs* But Matteo is really good when it comes to fighting for things and people that are important to him… he’s funny and a little bit chaotic… just the right amount of chaotic. He’s really tolerant and understanding and always looks at the person himself and their qualities instead of some appearances. And he thinks about himself way too rarely… okay, I guess that’s not really one of his qualities… but we’re still working on that… but what I like the most is that I can always rely on ihm… and that he understands me… *smiles slightly and shrugs his shoulders before he repeats Matteo’s words a little embarrassed* And when he’s there, everything’s good…

Matteo: *nods slightly at Philippo’s suspicion* Yes, something like that… well, I was actually already pretty sure that I’m gay, but I didn’t really want to accept it, the whole crap surrounding it, I mean… *grins slightly and shrugs one shoulder* Yeah, well… the thing with breaking up quickly is a matter of opinion… *then laughs when Philippos calls him “definitely gay or definitely in love” after his list* Definitely both, I’d say. *then listens to David listing his qualities and immediately gets embarrassed* *still thinks it’s a small miracle that David really sees him like that* *then smiles when he repeats his words* *then hears Philippo exhale in relief: “Man, how lucky! If you had told me something like “his looks are quite alright”, then I would have worried…”* *sees Philippo smile and hears him add: “But that really sounds like you’re a match made in heaven”* *laughs slightly* Yeah, yeah, dream couple Davenzi… *reaches his hand out for David’s and squeezes it briefly*

David: *laughs quietly at Philippo’s words and quickly glances at Matteo with a loving chuckle and adds to his words* Well, but his looks also really are quite alright… *then gets a little embarrassed again when Philippo judges them like this and only shrugs* *hears Philippo ask at Matteo’s comment: “Davenzi!? Is that something like your couple’s name!?”* *entwines his fingers with Matteo’s and squeezes them slightly when Matteo takes his hand before he answers Philippo’s question* Something like that… our friends imprinted that on us… they see it like you… dream couple and so on… for whatever reason… *slightly shrugs again* So not that I wouldn’t see ourselves like that… but I rather see ourselves like that because I feel it… well I feel that it’s serious and that we’re important to each other… and sometimes I wonder if others can see what we feel… because you can say a lot of things! We could also have given you a perfectly rehearsed but completely false speech about the qualities of each other… but how do other people tell? Do they really see what we feel? Or how do they know?

Matteo: *tilts his head and pulls a face when David says that his looks are quite alright* *lets David explain the Davenzi thing* *then suddenly feels pleasantly warm when David says “our friends” and not “Matteo’s friends”* *smiles blissfully* *then hears David talking about other people's opinions a little confused and sees Philippo chuckle slightly: “Well I see it like that… of course you mainly feel feelings, but I think you can also see or rather feel them quite well… perfectly rehearsed is all good and well, but somehow especially then the feelings are missing, right? Don’t you sometimes feel that? That you see two people, be it relationship or friendship or family, and you think: Yes, they mean a lot to each other, you can tell?”* *has to chuckle slightly because Philippo is so invested in David’s words* *unironically thinks that the two of them somehow also fit together* *leans back and grabs his glass to take a sip and to listen*

David: *listens to Philippo and thinks about his words* *has to think about the fact that he felt that when he saw Matteo and his grandmother - that he could see that they mean a lot to each other even though he couldn’t really understand anything of what they were saying to each other* *then has to think of all the other couples in their friend group, but doesn’t think that it’s so obvious there - would most likely say that Carlos and Kiki are obvious* *slightly shrugs his shoulders and finally answers* Well, okay… yes… sometimes… but not always… *sees Philippo smile: “Maybe some people mean so much to each other that it’s pretty obvious… and with the others… no idea. I don’t want to judge and say that they don’t mean as much to each other… maybe others can just hide it better... “* *sees him grin: “You two can’t…”* *laughs quietly and lovingly looks at Matteo again before he quietly says* Maybe we don’t want to hide it, anyways… why would we?!

Matteo: *listens to the two of them and has to add something, after all* Well or others are on a different wavelength or something, it’s us who don’t understand them in that case… *then grins when Philippo says that they can’t hide it* *nods in affirmation to David’s words* Exactly, we don’t even want to hide it! *sees Philippo looking at him in surprise and shrugs one shoulder* Well, we did fight for each other… and then the whole outing that’s connected to it and so on… maybe ultimately, you’re just a little prouder than others… *grins slightly*

David: *nods at Matteo’s words and hears Philippo add: “Yes, maybe a less obvious wavelength…”* *smiles when Matteo confirms that they don’t want to hide it and reaches for his hand again when he hears his next words* *thinks that he would be proud of Matteo and of both of them no matter what, but also that it makes him proud that Matteo has fought for them and that they managed in the end* *therefore nods at his words, smiles and shrugs a little* It actually doesn’t even matter what others think… what’s important is only that we see it similar… *sees Philippo nod and hears him say: “I really imagine a coming-out as being hard… especially if you don’t like being the center of attention, like Matteo… it’s somehow natural that you’re proud of it…”* *then hears him laugh quietly: “Maybe I should also go find a relationship I’m really proud of… where I know from the start that it fits.”* *grins slightly and nods* You should! I can only recommend it. *hears him sigh: “That’s not so easy…”*

Matteo: *feels a wave of affection for Philippo when he still knows him so well and knows what he’s like* *then laughs slightly when he says that he should also go find a relationship* Nonna would definitely like that… *hears Philippo laughing: “Oh stop… I don’t even want to introduce girlfriends to her anymore. I once brought a girl, her name was Cassiopeia Magdalena, and Nonna brutally said that she won't even bother remembering her name, that it was too complicated for only one visit”* *laughs* Yes, that sounds like Nonna… *hears Philippo laughing as well: “Well, I’ll find the right one, eventually…”* Yes, don’t stress yourself…

David: *laughs when Philippo tells the story of his former girlfriend and Nonna and says ironically* How inviting… I can be glad that she received me so nicely, after all… although… on the first day, she apparently told Matteo something along those lines as well… *shrugs* In this case I guess it was a good thing that I didn’t understand a word… *sees Philippo looking at Matteo questioningly* *then nods at the cousins’ words* Yes, one day, when you don’t expect it, then she’ll stand in front of you… *laughs quietly* I think your Nonna will be flabbergasted when suddenly everyone has a serious partner… *sees Philippo grin: “I still have some time. It’s Mario’s turn first - he’s older!”*

Matteo: *nods slightly at David’s words* *then sees Philippos questioning look* She invited us to her birthday… and said that she doesn’t expect David to still be there then… *slightly shakes his head* I told her she’ll see… *sees Philippo nod: “Yep, that sounds like Nonna. But you seem to have convinced her very quickly. Or at least made her feel more favorable…”* *then laughs when he says that first it’s Mario’s turn* By the way, how is he doing? Any news?

David: *nods slightly when Matteo tells Philippo what he told their grandmother* *briefly feels this constricting feeling in his gut, the one he had when Matteo told him about it, because it was and still is so foreign that someone isn’t happy for them and also believes in it that it will last between them, but quickly pushes the feeling aside and smiles when Philippo says that they were apparently able to convince her quickly* *sees that Philippo has now finished his food and also pops the last of his pasta into his mouth while he listens to him talking about his brother: “No real news… he finally finished studying 2 years ago and immediately found the absolutely perfect job. Something in the office, don’t ask me what. But he earns a lot of money! Now he knows totally great and important people who he’s very close with. Whenever Mama and Papa invite us, he always has to check his calendar first - there are a thousand things that are more important. But if one of us really needs him, then all appointments are suddenly unimportant - that’s really cool! Last winter Mama broke her hand… he even took two weeks off to help her. So I’d say he’s really doing quite well…”* *now sees him turn to him: “No idea what Matteo already told you, but Mario is my older brother - he’s 26 now… he always bothered Matteo and me when we were playing… maybe you’ll meet him at Nonna’s birthday next year… well, provided you’ll still be together then…”* *sees Philippo grin broadly and gives him the secretary’s-office-look* *but then also grins slightly* Don’t you worry. I’m pretty sure that I’ll meet him one day… and if he doesn't have time next year at your grandmother’s birthday, then we’ll just meet at the next milestone birthday…

Matteo: *grins slightly* I told him that you always kept pushing me into the ocean… *also gives him the secretary’s-office-look at his comment* *then smiles broadly when David says that then he’ll just meet him at the next milestone birthday* Exactly like that… *sees Philippo grin: “I see, I see… Baby Florenzi has won the lottery”* *can’t be mad at him for using the stupid pet name from back in the day and only laughs and shrugs one shoulder* Exactly. *hears Philippo say: “You deserve it” and then sees him looking at David again: “And you too, of course… I’d give you the big cousin talk but I don’t think you’ll need it, you two take good care of each other…”*

David: *grins at Matteo’s words and nods* Yes, I know about it… one day I will avenge it! *then laughs and looks between Matteo and Philippo* Baby Florenzi?! Awww… *ruffles Matteo’s hair* *then beams when Matteo confirms that he won the lottery and thinks that it’s the same vice versa* *then laughs again quietly and shakes his head at Philippo’s words* It’s okay - on the one hand, I already got that from his best friend… *gets more serious again* ...and on the other hand you’re right: We take good care of each other… and I’d never let anyone hurt him… *smiles at Matteo lovingly and hears Philippo sigh: “It’s so nice with you! Really! But now I need a smoke so that I won’t get even more jealous. I’ll do the dishes later - and no, you don’t have to help - you already cooked! But I’d take that beer now you mentioned earlier… and I’d say we’ll relocate to the balcony, right?”*

Matteo: *slightly rolls his eyes when David repeats Baby Florenzi like that* Only because I was the youngest… am… *grins when David mentions Jonas’ speech* You still haven’t told me what exactly he said… *but then also nods* Yep, we are… *also smiles at David and wiggles his eyebrows* *then hears Philippo’s plan and nods* Sounds good… *gets up together with the other two and gets three beers from the fridge* *hands one of them to David, follows Philippo to the balcony and hands him his beer* *then hears Philippo ask: “Do you guys also smoke?”* *grins slightly and shrugs one shoulder* No, not really anymore… well, no more cigarettes… *sees Philippo lift his eyebrows with a grin: “But? Only weed or what?��* *hears Philippo laugh when he looks so surprised: “You keep forgetting that I follow you on Instagram, Baby Florenzi… but hey, we can also have some weed if you guys want?”*

David: *also nods at Philippo’s plan and at least quickly collects the plates and puts them in the sink* *then takes one of the beers from Matteo and nods briefly* Thanks… *drops down on one of the balcony chairs and reaches for a lighter that’s lying on the floor to open his beer* *hands the lighter to Matteo and shakes his head at Philippo’s question* *then has to grin when Philippo immediately gets what Matteo means and then laughs when he mentions Instagram* *bumps his shoulder against Matteo’s, who’s sitting next to him, and says* If your grandmother really gets a smartphone for Christmas and if she gets a Instagram account, then I guess you all have to look through your posts and censor a few things… *hears Philippo laugh: “Oh I’m sure she used to smoke weed herself in the past… so yes? Or…?* *quickly exchanges a look with Matteo, shrugs and then says* Okay sure, why not!? *sees Philippo rub his hands together and get up again: “I’ll be right back…” and sees him disappear inside, probably to get the weed*

Matteo: *grins when David mentions their grandmother and even more so at Philippo’s comment* Yeah, probably… but still… going through everything again can’t hurt… *laughs slightly* *then nods when David looks at him and sits down next to him after Philippo has disappeared* *pushes his chair closer to David’s and leans against him* Hey, but you don’t have to smoke, ok? By now I know how cool you are… you don’t have to prove anything or whatever… *doesn’t know how David is doing right now with the binder and if smoking would be so good right now*

David: *smiles when Matteo scoots closer and when he leans against him* *puts his arm around him, tenderly runs his hand through his hair and quickly kisses his temple* *then grins slightly at his words and murmurs* I know… but I still want to… in honor of our holiday and so on… *kisses his temple again and then says while still grinning* Maybe you also made me acquire a taste for it… and now that the guys all barely smoke anymore we should make use of the fact that Philippo has some, right? *due to the long binder break over noon he really doesn’t feel much pain so far and feels pretty comfortable* *briefly wraps both arms around Matteo, squeezes him close, makes a grumbling sound of pleasure and then asks quietly* Are you doing good? *doesn’t feel like he isn’t doing good, but still likes to hear it*

Matteo: *grumbles pleasantly when he kisses his temple* *nods when he says that he still wants to* Okay… *then laughs slightly* Yes, we should make use of the opportunity… if you don’t do it that often, then the effect is stronger, anyways. *laughs slightly* So don’t spill all the secrets straight away… *laughs slightly when he squeezes him and when he grumbles, and grumbles back* I’m good… *turns his head and presses a kiss to his cheek* And what about you?

David: *also laughs quietly when Matteo says that then the effect is stronger* If I should spill some, after all, then you’ll have to stop me somehow… *smiles when Matteo laughs and when he grumbles back and smiles even more when he says that he’s doing good* *then nods slightly and murmurs quietly* I’m also good… I’m always good when you’re there - you should really have realized by now… *tenderly runs one hand over his cheek and turns his head up a little to give him a proper kiss and then pulls away from him a little - but leaves one arm draped around his shoulders, of course* *was just about to reach for his beer when Philippo comes back out onto the balcony waving a bag of weed with a grin: “Okay… first we’ll toast, then I’ll roll us one… and we’ll drink to seeing each other again! And getting to know each other! And to you two and to us!”* *smiles and lifts his beer to clink bottles* Sounds good! And to your hospitality! Really, thanks again for letting us stay here!

Matteo: *laughs at his answer and pffs slightly* Yes, same for you... *then gets turned around and kisses him only too gladly* *grins a little and then quickly kisses him again before pulling away* *leaves his head on David’s shoulder, even when Philippo comes back outside* *reaches for his beer* *hears Philippo say: “Oh, nonsense, that’s no bother at all… and I’m happy to have you guys here…”* *then sees him hold up the bottle and hears him say: “So to us or whatever!”* *laughs and clinks bottles with him* To all of us and life and so on! *takes a sip and then leans back again and watches Philippo roll a joint* *thinks that he could do it faster but lets him do his thing* *watches him light it and take the first drag and then hears him ask: “And what are your plans after Milan? And when will you go back to good old Germany?”*

David: *smiles when Philippo says that he’s happy to have them here and then clinks bottles with him and Matteo* *takes a sip and then puts his bottle down next to his chair when Philippo starts rolling the joint* *grins slightly at his question* Well, plans are actually not allowed when you’re on a road trip, as far as I learned… *hears Philippo laugh: “Who says that? Baby-Florenzi?”* *grins and nods and adds* And my godmother! *sees Philippo grin: “I’m sure the two get along well…”* *laughs quietly and nods again* Oh yes, they do… well… and that’s why we’ll see. We did want to be back in Berlin by Friday at the latest. On Saturday there’s a goodbye-party for a friend of ours who’s going to Madrid for three months and we want to be there for that…

Matteo: *only grins and nods when David says that plans aren’t allowed* Yes, Bea knows what’s good… *then nods at David’s words* We don’t have any real plans in Italy after Milan… so no further cities that we really want to see and on our way back we’ll probably have to spend at least one night in Germany while driving through there… so we’ll see… *shrugs one shoulder* *then sees Philippo offer him the joint and accepts it* *takes a pull and enjoys the well-known feeling* *slowly blows out the smoke and hears Philippo again: “But that sounds really chill… you’ll figure it out… and if you want to stay another night then just feel free to do so…”*

David: *nods in amusement when Matteo says that Bea knows what’s good and ruffles his hair again* *adds to Matteo’s words* Well two overnight stops would be quite nice - then the driving won’t be so exhausting… *smiles at Philippo’s words* Thanks… but I think we should really continue by Wednesday at the latest… *sees Philippo pull out his phone: “Speaking of… I’ll just quickly call my friend to see if he’s working tomorrow…”* *beams, because he just remembered that he might have the possibility of seeing the Last Supper, after all, and listens to Philippo talking on the phone in Italian* *eventually accepts the joint from Matteo and takes a drag* *somehow has almost forgotten again what kind of a feeling smoking causes within him and has to think of their first conversation and their first joint* *switches to German and murmurs quietly and with a grin into Matteo’s ear: “And one day to Detroit…”* *takes another drag of the joint and then hands it over to Philippo, who has just hung up the call and is putting his phone back in his pocket: “Good news: We can come over sometime between 9 a.m. and 3 p.m. and then he’ll just let us in… so if you don’t mind I’ll come with you and then I’ll show you a few more nice corners in Milan… but tomorrow evening I’ll have to leave you to yourselves… I have a date…”* *sees him grin and also grins* Sounds perfect! Really! Thank you so much! I really owe you one!

Matteo: *sees Philippo pull out his phone* Yes, cool, thanks… *then passes the joint to David and takes another sip of his beer* *smiles at him very broadly when he hears his words and repeats in German* Yes, one day Detroit… *grins slightly* Are you getting nostalgic? *but then listens to Philippo and is happy for David that they will get to see it, after all* Yes, really nice, thank you! And of course you can come along… we’ll gladly take a free tourist guide…

David: *grins when Matteo repeats his words and only nods quickly at his questions because Philippo is finished with his phone call* *also nods in confirmation to Matteo’s words and hears Philippo: “Stop it… really no problem at all. You’re finally here and I’d be really stupid if I wouldn’t make use of the time with you… and in the evening you can give me some advice on what to wear - aren’t gays supposed to have a knack for clothes…”* *laughs and shakes his head* I think we’re not the right people for that… *glances at Matteo to get confirmation and then adds* But Matteo’s roommate… the cliché fits with him - so, if you really need help then we’ll facetime him… *takes another sip of beer and is still a little amused about Philippo’s assumption*

Matteo: *laughs loudly at Philippo’s comment* Wow, what a cliché… but we’ll gladly lend you a t-shirt and pants of ours if you appreciate our style so much… *grins broadly when Philippo shakes his head* *then laughs again when David mentions Hans* Oh yes, he’d really help you… *hears Philippo laugh: “Well, we’ll see, if I’m really desperate then I might accept the offer… and what are your other friends like? Is Jonas still around?”* *grins and nods* Yep, Jonas is still around… he’s the one who gave David the speech… *hears Philippo: “Ah, so he’s still your best friend, and what else?”*

David: *has to quietly laugh again when he imagines Hans advising Philippo over the phone when it comes to clothes and realizes that he really does miss Hans a little* *then accepts the joint from Matteo and takes a drag while Philippo is asking about their friends* *briefly glances at Matteo when Philippo asks more questions, but then just answers and explains* Well, I’ve only been in Berlin since the end of February… so I’m basically “the new guy” in the friend group… those are all people we did our Abi with… Jonas and three other guys… Carlos, Abdi and Alex. Carlos and Abdi are a little chaotic and Alex is sometimes a little cold and reserved, but they’re all really nice. And besides that there’s also a group of girls. Hanna is Jonas’ girlfriend, Kiki is Carlos’ girlfriend and Mia is Alex’ girlfriend. And Amira and Sam are also always part of the group… *takes a drag on the joint again and adds* Well and then there are also Matteo’s roommates… and I’d say that they are definitely also our friends…

Matteo: *only nods in agreement when David talks* *then takes over* Yep, Hans and Linn, they were actually in Mia’s flatshare, but then they had to move out of their apartment and moved into our current apartment and they had an additional room and so Mia asked me and voilà… oh, and Laura, of course, that’s David’s sister… she’s not really part of our friend group, but we get along well and she also sometimes hangs out with Linn… yeah, that’s it, basically. *sees and hears Philippo laughing: “Oh yes, that sounds nice… I don’t want to sound like Nonna now, but usually those school-cliques don’t last… you suddenly have to put in work if you don’t automatically see each other every day”* *grins and nods* Yes, Nonna… no, seriously, I think we’ll manage quite well, we’ll see…

David: *nods in agreement to Matteo’s words and has to grin at Philippo’s comment* *but then agrees with Matteo* I think so, too… besides, we have this project going on where we’re all involved… we’re basically renovating a cabin at the lake and that somehow also binds you together… *takes another sip of beer after he handed over the joint and adds a little pensively* Besides, I think friend groups falling apart is often due to people just moving away. And that’s not the case with our group. Okay, Kiki will move to Halle to study, but she’ll often come back to Berlin because of Carlos and her family, anyways. Apart from that, all of us will stay in town. And Abdi and Carlos are even starting a flatshare, so they are even getting closer… *sees Philippo grin while taking a drag from the joint: “So you think that if I hadn’t moved to Milan, I’d still have more contact to the people in Ravenna?”* *laughs quietly and shrugs* Maybe…

Matteo: *nods at David’s words* Yes, exactly, pretty much all of us stay in Berlin… and we have several couples who will most likely stay together… *then grins at Philippo* Maybe you should have put more effort into staying in contact… *hears Philippo laughing and sees him shrug: “Well, or the friends just weren’t as close as you guys are…”* *laughs and shakes his head* If you say so… you could come to Berlin if you want, then you can party with us and we can return the favor as hosts and tourist guides…

David: *follows the conversation between Matteo and Philippo with a grin and agrees with Matteo at the end* Yes, you do that! We’d be really happy! And Berlin also has a few cool sights… *sees Philippo grin and nod: “Oh yes, and at my current age I’d probably appreciate them more then when I was seven - that’s the last time I was in Berlin and I found it really horrible that they dragged us around town so much and I would have much preferred to stay in Matteo’s room. Back then he had this awesome Carrera slot car racing track with looping!”* *laughs* It’s understandable that a seven-year-old is more interested in that than the Brandenburg Gate! *sees Philippo nod: “Thanks! But explain that to our fathers… they weren’t as understanding, do you remember, Matteo?”*

Matteo: *takes another drag from the joint and then hands him to David* *laughs when Philippo is talking about this last visit to Berlin* Oh yes… none of us were thrilled and Mama even offered to stay at home with us, but our fathers thought that culture would do us good… 7-year-olds! *waves his hand in front of his face to show that it was stupid* Next time you’ll visit we’ll split it… half of it tourist stuff… half of it Carrera slot car racing track… *laughs* Or half of it meeting our friends… and Mama, she’d surely also be happy to see you again… *sees Philippo smile: “Yes, me too… how is she doing?”* *nods slightly* Better… well… good… she’s got a handle on it… *sees Philippo nod: “That’s good… I’m happy to hear that…”*

David: *takes the joint from Matteo and takes a drag* *then laughs at Matteo’s plans for Philippo’s next visit* Does that mean you still have the Carrera slot car racing track!? And you haven’t shown me yet!? Pff… *laughs even more at the thought of setting it up in Matteo’s room to play with it and is pretty sure that Hans would enthusiastically join them* *takes another quick drag from the joint and then hands it over to Philippo, who will manage maybe two more drags before he has to stub it out* *then gets a little more serious again when it’s about Matteo’s mother* *nods slightly to Matteo’s words and squeezes him a little closer and presses a quick kiss to his temple* *wonders how much Philippo was even aware of Susanne’s depression and if his parents are still in contact with Matteo’s father* *but doesn’t ask, of course, because he’d find it pretty indiscreet* *then hears Philippo say: “My parents would surely also have been happy to see you again, but they’re away right now themselves… but I’ll tell them you said hi and brag about the fact that I’m the only one who saw you again and who met David - apart from Nonna, of course!”* *grins slightly* Nice to know that you can brag with our presence… *hears Philippo laugh: “Of course I can! Don’t be so modest! Speaking of bragging with your presence: Do you want to go out later?”*

Matteo: *laughs at David’s question* No idea to be honest… if so then Mama still has it somewhere, I’d have to ask her… *smiles slightly when David squeezes him a little closer and knows why* *is grateful to him but feels good right now and not weird talking about his mother* *then nods at Philippo’s words* Yes, please tell them hi from me… I’m sure we’ll see each other at Nonna’s birthday next year… *then hears his question and is already about to nod when he remembers the binder* *turns his head and looks at David* What do you think?

David: *doesn’t really think of his binder right now because he feels like the binder break at noon was only a few hours ago* *would really like to see some of Milan at night and nods immediately* Yeah, sure, why not!? *then grins slightly* Although after the last two nights, I might not want to stay out until morning… *sees Philippo’s questioning look: “Did you also go out the last two nights?!”* *laughs and shakes his head* Not really… in Genoa we had the shittiest hotel ever - uncomfortable bed, dirty, super thin walls and fighting neighbors. We barely slept at all there… and last night we slept in the car because it was pouring so much that we couldn’t continue… so now a restful night would be really nice!

Matteo: *nods when David agrees* Yes, I’d also like to… *then hears David’s argument and tale of their last few nights and only nods* *then hears Philippo: “Yes we can just go and when you get too tired then we’ll just leave again…”* *laughs slightly* You mean we’ll leave again and you’ll stay and try to pick up someone? *hears Philippo laugh: “Maybe?”* *only grins and sits up a little* *hears Philippo: “You guys go get ready and I’ll quickly go and clean up the kitchen and then I’ll change and we can leave, ok?”* *nods* Okay…

David: *grins at the conversation between Matteo and Philippo, takes another sip of beer and then adds* So if you want to pick up someone and we’re in your way then just give us a sign… scratch your neck or something… then we’ll leave inconspicuously… *sees Philippo grin: “I like you guys - you think ahead!”* *then also nods when he tells them to get ready and sees Philippo disappear to the kitchen* *looks down on himself and then looks at Matteo* What does he mean by getting ready? Should we put on long pants? I have no idea how you go out in Milan… I just would have stayed like that… *thinks that he maybe has to go to the toilet again at most*

Matteo: *laughs when David and Philippo agree on a sign* Unless you really have to scratch your neck, then just say “I’m itching”! *hears Philippo laugh and then sees him disappear* *then looks at David and shrugs one shoulder* I don’t know, either… I say we stay like that… but we don’t have to pick up anyone tonight… *gins slightly and wiggles his eyebrows* Well maybe we do… but we don’t have to get changed for that… *leans over and kisses David* But it might not be bad to go to the bathroom and splash some water in the face and go have a piss… *slowly gets up and waits for David to go inside*

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[queenmuzz]

It’s a Date

@shiranyaaww​ shared this pic, and said that it would be perfect for a Dante x Reader fic, so who am I to refuse?

You’re not going to cry, you tell yourself.  There’s a tonne of reasons you shouldn’t.  Your makeup, that you spent a good half hour applying, will get smeared.  Your dress, which you had spent days picking out the cutest ensemble, will get ruined by tears.

And you definitely don’t want the patrons and waitstaff of an out of the way cozy restaurant you’d heard rave reviews about to see you blubbering like a beached whale.

“Pardon me miss,  would you like to order now?”  The waiter asks, the concern on his face now slipping past his professional veneer.

You fake a smile, “Just more water please, he shouldn’t be much longer.”  A lie, and he knows it, the patrons giving you pitiful glances know it, and worst of all, you know it.

But, whether out of denial, or a vain attempt to prolong the charade, you make a great show of picking up your phone and checking your texts.

5:32 PM: Hey there, I’m at Figaroni’s now.  A bit early, so I’ll just reserve us a table.  Can’t wait to see you!😘

5:56 PM: Still waiting!  Are you lost?  It’s kinda out of the way, if you need directions, I can send them to you.

6:22 PM: Could you please text me?  I just want to know if something came up, and you can’t make it.  I’m not upset, just worried.

And underneath each text is the cold line:  READ.

You scroll through your social media, attempting to see where he might be.  You had been so excited for tonight, your first and second dates had gone so well, you thought this one would be the one that would make you two an official couple.  But now, posted just a few minutes ago, is a pic of him and a few friends at the bar, taking a group selfie, with the caption.  

Bored, so went out to hang out with the buddies, gonna wake up with a horrible hangover for work but... #YOLO

You quickly turn your phone off, trying to pretend you hadn’t seen it.  He was just running late, that’s it.   It couldn’t be that he had just ghosted you and the date, so he could hang out with his buddies.  No, because that would mean you’d dressed up, primped up, and got all excited...for nothing.  And if it was for nothing, you had just been made a fool, a goddamn lovesick fool, all in front of everyone.  If you broke down now, you’d just confirm what they thought.  The best thing to do was to leave the waiter a nice tip for dealing with your behaviour, and run out of the restaurant, and try to not think about the conversations they’ll have about you.

But you’re just frozen on the spot, knowing that the moment you stand up, you’ve accepted to yourself that you’ve been strung along, treated like the fool that you are, and you can’t just handle it.  You’re between a rock and a hard place, emotionally.  The tears spill out…

“Hey, sorry about being late, babe traffic was absolutely disgusting!”  

A man sits down in front of you, and for the briefest moment, your heart leaps out of your chest hoping that you had been wrong, your boyfriend just posted a photo of an old party he went to a week or so ago.  But then, your heart falls.  It’s not him, in fact, it’s nothing like him.  He’s wearing a red leather coat, a casual shirt with what you hope aren’t blood stains on it, and worn finger-less gloves.  He looks completely out of place in this restaurant, and yet as you look through his silver white bangs into his blue eyes, he feels like he’s meant to sit in front of you all along.

But still, you’re emotionally guarded.  You don’t know this guy, never ever seen him in your life, and for all you know, he could be just out for a free meal, under the guise of pretending to be your absent boyfriend.

He notices your shocked expression, peeks around the nearby tables and then lowers his voice. 

“Name’s Dante.  I couldn’t see a pretty lil’ thing like you looking so sad and alone, so I decided to fix that. So, let’s just play it by ear.”

You want to say something, but then the waiter comes up, looking rather relieved, and asks you if you’re ready to order.  Despite having nearly an hour to peruse the menu, the sudden appearance of this man has thrown you off.

“I’ll have the Pizza Prosciutto e Funghi” he says, his pronunciation perfect, not even looking over the menu.  

The waiter nods, “Would you like it cooked your usual way, sir?”  

Dante smiles, and winks at you,  “Extra crispy?  You bet.”

The waiter turns to you, and you barely are able to blurt out what you would like, your voice cracking, your carefully prepared pronunciation mangled.  Neither the waiter, with his professionalism, nor your replacement date seems to notice.  The man does a bow and turns toward the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about paying,” your mysterious saviour says as he pulls out some bills from his coat pocket.  “Got paid today, and I have time to spend it before my brother starts complaining about what I do with it. So,” he says as he reaches out for a piece of bread out of the basket, “Let’s get to know each other.”

So over pizza and pasta, you and him traded your backgrounds.  You had told him about your job, your family life, your interests.  And unlike the guy he replaced, he listens intently, never interrupting, unless it was to ask for more info about something you said. And as you spoke, the pain, the self consciousness melted off of you.  By the time you started asking him, as he wolfed down yet another slice, about his life, you had felt the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

“I work for myself, it’s actually just become a family business.” He says, as he wipes his face and hands off with the napkin. “My nephew runs a mobile branch, smart kid, runs it better than I run my own business.”  His smile deepens as he reminisces, and his eyes seem to sparkle more in the candlelight. “My brother recently joined too, and although he can be a pain in the ass…” for one brief moment, a flash of regret passes over his face, before it's replaced back by his beautiful smile, “but I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for having him back.”  In the now dim evening light, you no longer notice his out of place clothes, his face is all that matters, from the whiskers on his chin, to that mane of white hair that you have to resist the urge to reach over and run your hands through.  So engrossed in him,  you’re actually a bit startled when the waiter comes to take your empty plates away.

“Try the strawberry gelato,” Dante suggests, “They make it right here, and it’s to die for.”  

His eyes light up at your expression as you try the delicious concoction,  “There, that’s what I like to see, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be made to cry.” He grins as he sneaks a spoonful of your dessert, “Don’t know what the douche bag thought was more important than spending time with you, but trust me, it wasn’t worth it by a long shot.”  You silently thank the candlelight for hiding your rapidly growing blush.

He pays the bill, leaving a hefty tip, (and compliments the waiter and the chef, you notice) and helps you put on your coat before escorting you outside.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you walk to your car.  It’s such a meager word to express what he’s done for you.  The dinner was the smallest bit, it was the way he saved you from social embarrassment, and turned a mortifying situation into an experience that you would treasure for a lifetime.  Your only regret is that this will be a one time thing.  You shouldn’t get your hopes up, he only did it because he pitie-

“Here,” he smiles as he hands you a piece of credit card sized paper.  “I know it’s my business card, but it’s also my home phone number.  Call, and just ask to speak to Dante and say the password.  I’d love to do this again, if you want.  I know this place that makes some mouthwatering burgers…”

And with that, he walks off to his bike, hops on, and with a click of his tongue and a dashing smile, he pulls out with a squeal of tires into the night.

Only when he’s out of sight, do you read the card with trembling hands in the dim light of a nearby streetlamp.

Devil May Cry

And written hastily on the bottom, is a messy scrawl of words:

Password: It’s a date.

#Devil May Cry #Dante x Reader #Thank you for this wonderful prompt! #Dante

[themusicplayedherlife]

To Love is the Greatest Gift

1. The Return

pairing: obi wan kenobi x f!reader (past!din djarn x f!reader) characters: f!reader, anakin amidala-skywalker, padmé amidala-skywalker, mentiones of din djarin, obi wan kenobi, others word count: 2.6k+ warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of rent: the musical (death, second chances) uh... I think that’s it? summary: au!it’s never been the right timing for you and obi wan kenobi; maybe this time will be different. a/n: i started working on this story so long ago it’s ridiculous, but I suddenly had a surge of motivation to continue this story after some tragic family news. this was also very much inspired by @martlands and their amazing obi wan stories, made me want to write my own and here it is

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“You broke up?”

One would think that the immediate reaction to someone asking if you broke up with your significant other would be to cry or begin to ask them what could have possibly gone wrong. But that’s not the reaction you give. 

The reaction you give is just a shrug and a strong pop, as you spoon more gelato onto the little spoon his twins love collecting. “Yep.”

“After only three weeks of dating?” Anakin doesn’t know why he’s surprised, but he is. This is probably the shortest living relationship you’ve ever had. “Why?”

“Why not?” you answer easily, nonchalantly and you know it frustrates him. “It wasn’t working out, so we decided to call it quits.”

Not even a month ago, you had been genuinely excited about finally getting out there and meeting someone new, and even more excited when you were telling him all about this person you met while out with some old friends. You had said, word for word, “he might be the perfect contender!”

Where did all that excitement go?

You sigh, finally looking up at him and away from your white chocolate gelato that's just to die for. “Ani, it’s fine. It just didn’t work out. It happens.”

He grimaces. “What happened between you and Din—“

You bristle at the mention of your ex, narrowing your eyes and his widen in defense. You know what Anakin and Padmé think of him and it’s not entirely pleasant (particularly from Anakin’s part). It’s completely unfair. Din is lovely, sure a little socially awkward, but lovely nonetheless. “Has nothing to do with why Gar and I ended things.”

“But—“

“Nothing,” you reiterate with a bit more force and he sighs, lifting his hands in defeat while holding his own cup of gelato.

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry.” And then, like a light switching, he turns playful. “Was it his name that turned you off—Gar?”

You resist the urge to groan and roll your eyes. “Oh maker, you are annoying!”

You huff as you make the trek back to the trolley that’ll take you both up to the observatory. The rest of your conversation is forgotten as he navigates it towards continuing to tease you and the latest exhibit you had helped set up.

The Coruscant Observatory is one of the most popular attractions in the city aside from the Exotic Animal Sanctuary (where most zoologist work to help rehabilitate wild animals before reintroducing them back into the wild, only housing the ones that have been assessed to not be able to function in the wild on their own—which are unfortunately many).

Your place of work is known for its large, ground telescope; its monthly constellation exhibits; the multiple planetarium theater rooms that house lectures, activities, star projections, etc.; and its Astronomer Q&A program where visitors can ask astronomers questions and even get a tour of the space station.

However, most of your days are spent in your office, planning for the next exhibit or actually executing them with your team; meanwhile, Anakin spends them in tech, sometimes maintaining the telescope, other times helping with IT issues, but mostly making sure the theater rooms worked perfectly for their 4D immersion.

(You like to joke that out of the two of you, he has it easiest; sometimes he’ll run by your office to get to another part of the building while you’re doing something and you’ll yell out, “slacker” and he’ll respond with, “you just work too much”.)

“Are Padmé and the twins stopping by today?”

“Not today, maybe tomorrow,” he says as you both step out of the trolley along with a few tourists. “I think today they decided to stay for some school thing.”

“Shouldn’t you know what that school thing is?” you chide him out of jest.

He scowls, there’s hardly any heat in it and it makes you grin. “It’s a music performance that the CN Theater is putting on.”

“Ah, and we all know how much musicals bores you.”

“I just don’t understand them,” he murmurs defensively as you climb the few steps leading to the entrance. The two of you smiling and greeting Rex at his security post and bypassing the ticket gate with your IDs.

“You mean you don’t have any taste,” you tease.

“It’s weird! I mean, most of them are all about tragedies and betrayals. What happened to the good ol’ romance and happy endings?”

“Not all of them are tragedies, Casanova.”

The main rotunda lobby is full of people milling about, looking at maps or the foucault pendulum in the middle of the room. Low chatter fills the room, shoes clicking and clacking against the marble flooring.

“Name one.”

Spotting the trash can and recycle bin, Anakin holds his hand out for your disposable cup and spoon and throws them away in their proper bin.

“Rent.” There are probably better examples, but you had been listening to the original cast album the night before and have all the songs still stuck in your head.

“Don’t two characters die?”

“Angel and Mimi.” You nod. “But Mimi is brought back to life by Angel, and is given a second chance at life.”

“She may have been brought back to life, but that doesn’t take away from the fact she died.”

“I’m not arguing with you on that, I’m just saying the ending was hopeful—not necessarily a happy ending, but it left you thinking—maybe things can get better.”

“And that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for—“

“What you and Padmé have?” you ask him as you both reach the door of your office.

He pauses, mouth opening and closing before finally rubbing the back of his head sheepishly and saying, “Yeah.”

You smile, genuine and happy for your childhood friend. Who would’ve thought that years ago when you introduced them, they’d be here years later—married and with twins. You and Anakin sure as hell didn’t. For most of your childhood, you both believed you’d live out your life on Tatooine, hang with the same friends you’ve known since your pre-kinder days and eventually get married to each other—much to the dismay of your parents—because of benefits or whatever, until your parents decided they wanted to send you off to a private school in one of the major cities, derailing your and Anakin’s plan (for the better, if you’re being honest).

“You’re still coming over for dinner, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, unlocking your office door with your key. “I have a meeting that might go over the expected time, but I should be able to make it on time.”

“Just let us know,” he says, rapping his knuckles against the door frame. “But you better be there! We have some planning to do!”

You roll your eyes and wave him away, promising he and his family will definitely see you at five. With a hearty chuckle he salutes you and leaves the door slightly ajar, just like you usually do. It’s your “you can come in to ask me questions, but knock first, please” visual telling.

With a soft exhale, you drop yourself into your creaking office chair, eyes landing on the first picture on your right—a younger you, only 18, fresh out of your uniform smiling wildly with a large bouquet of flowers that you can still distinctly remember the smell of.

“I am in love!” Padmé exclaimed, squealing in absolute delight at the flowers put in your hand.

Blue eyes crinkled with amusement, staring down at you. “Are you?” His voice was low, teasing and almost smug. He had obviously heard the gasp that escaped your lips when he presented you the colorful bouquet created with your favorite flowers that his father grew in their little garden.

“Irrevocably,” you answered, not able to hide your smile as you gently held it against your chest and smiled up at him. “They’re beautiful, Obi. Thank you.”

Obi Wan’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder, caught in the action of a booming laughter. He was always laughing in pictures. There isn’t a single picture you have of him that he isn't smiling.

Your finger gently trails over his smiling face. Maker, you miss him.

Is he still traveling? Or has he finally settled down again? Will he show up and spring some unexpected news on you again? Stars, you hope not. Shit didn’t go as planned last time and it probably wouldn’t again.

Your hand falls limply and you swivel in your seat, looking out the large glass window overlooking the majority of the city and sigh softly—an exhale of wary hope and sadness.

A bird soars by your window, it’s wings flapping effortlessly, diving before flying higher and away.

He’s not coming back. You know this. Coruscant just isn’t the same anymore. Not when he feels this city has taken everything from him.

One more year visiting Gui Gon without him.

The meeting runs longer than it usually would, just like you had expected. Checking the time, you let out a curse and quickly throw your belongings into your car.

Without wasting time, as soon as you switch on your engine, you place your phone on the dock and say, “Hey C-3PO, call Padmé.”

“Calling Padmé,” your phone’s AI answers through the speakers of your car.

“Are you outside?” Is how she greets you. There are loud noises in the background, children squabbling about something or another, and Anakin’s weary voice trying to rally them. 

You snort, pulling out of the undergroundparking lot. “Not yet, barely got out of my meeting and am on my way.”

“Please hurry, the twins really want to see you and are dying from hunger,” she says, amusement in her voice and not at all trying to hurry you. “They might start eating Anakin soon.”

“Hey, don’t bite that!” He yells from a distance.

“Hurry, please!” you hear over the phone—Luke. “I miss you,” he says, closer now. Which you immediately reply saying you miss him too, almost cutting off the next voice.

“And I’m hungry!” Leia’s voice follows his, practically yelling into the phone.

You laugh fondly, just imagining the childish glee on their faces at your scandalized gasps and your exaggerated “me too” answers.

“Leia, no yelling,” Padmé scolds her, gentle and kind. “Softer, please.”

“Sorry,” she says. “I’m hungry,” she repeats, softer, almost a whisper.

“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there,” you promise. “If not, you have my permission to start eating your dad.”

Leia and Luke break into a fit of laughter, yelling something away from the phone to Anakin, who once again lets out a loud, “Hey!”

Padmé chuckles, moving away from the voices of the children tackling their father and their play fighting. “Take your time, we’re not in any hurry to start eating. The kids had a hearty lunch and a snack after school.”

“What about you and Anakin?”

“We’re fine, don’t worry. Just get here safely and we’ll see you soon.”

You end the call with one last reassurance from her and let out a loud sigh when your car comes to a stop behind a long line of glaring red lights—traffic. You hate traffic.

You might be surrounded by blinding lights and different models of vehicles, but it leaves you alone with your thoughts, the low hum of your engine and music from your stereo drowned out by the chattering in your head. 

It’s never just one thing that you think about. It can go from one thing to another, to all of them trying to climb over eachother and be the most present: your friends; your family; the dog next door; Din and Baby; cinnamon apple cookies; the beach house in Naboo; sneaking out of the prep dormitories at 2am with Padmé keeping an eye out and Obi Wan holding his arms out for you; rose gardens and peach tea; freckles on blushing skin; drunken singing in a small living room; 21st birthdays crying in a bathroom stall; that stupid movie quote about choosing life; death; but sometimes (most occurring) it’s Obi Wan that weaves into every thought.

He’s a constant plague in your mind, has been since the first time he left Coruscant in search of himself. 

Sometimes they’re pleasant thoughts, memories kept in a nostalgic trunk that you occasionally like to sift through. Other times, they’re not so pleasant; those are the ones you constantly struggle with, try to push into the recesses of your mind and keep them under lock and key. But for some stupid, strange reason, your mind only ever remembers the bad, even when there are better things to dwell on.

“I just—I just don’t understand why you have to leave—Obi. Obi!” you practically yelled, watching him move around his room, grabbing and throwing things he pulled out into his duffel bag. “Listen to me!” 

He didn’t stop, not until you reached for his duffel bag and plucked it out from his hands. He stared at you, his duffel bag carelessly thrown to the floor with his clothes spilling out. 

Your breathing was labored, a sick feeling swimming in your stomach, words stuck in your throat now that he wasn’t hiding his beautiful blue eyes from you—his devastatingly heartbroken eyes. “I have to,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “I need to leave. This house—this city, it's suffocating me. I can’t—I can’t stay here anymore.”

“Obi… Obi, please.” You can’t leave me. You can’t! Please! Please, Obi.

“I need to do this for me, darling. I’m sorry.”

You should’ve fought harder that night, should’ve convinced him to stay, but instead you helped him pack again with tears obstructing your view and sobs escaping your lips. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have lost him.

No, your breath stutters as you lean back into your car seat, there was nothing you could’ve done. Either times. He had made up his mind long before that night.

A car honks their horn to your left and you jump, eyes focusing once more on the red lights of the car in front of you. You wipe at your face harshly and straighten your spine. 

That was years ago, little one. Shake it off. 

Sighing softly, you look up at the street name and make a turn onto the Skywalker residence street, your shoulders relaxing when their two story home comes into view.  

Shake it off.

Parking isn't easy to find in their neighborhood, not when it’s so close to the observatory and some of the most visited parks in the area, but you manage to find one just two cars away from their house. 

Gathering your things, you lock the door behind you and quickly make your way down the sidewalk, phone in your hand and typing out a message that you’re here.

It’s while you’re hitting send that you don’t notice the body in front of you, staring up at the house with an almost wary expression on his face, or how his eyes widen when they see you. It’s not until you collide into his body, soft with a fleece cardigan, that you notice him. Embarrassment begins to boil in your blood as you quickly apologize to him, berating yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings.

“Kriff, I’m so sorry—“ you start, but the apology catches in your throat when you look up.

“Hello, there.” Blue eyes, so soft and kind, like the ones you once used to dream of stare back at you—so unlike the pair of eyes you saw years ago. “It’s been a long time, darling.”

You can’t shake him off.

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[princessfbi]

Thanks for the answer on my previous ask! Really helped me get some clarity!

Now, what do you think the 118's + family & friends' favorite ice cream flavors are and who is more likely to discuss over it?

Anytime!

Ice Cream here we go!

Maddie: Phish Food reigns supreme... for now. She jumps around but always seems to come back to Phish Food

Buck: Cookie Dough because it used to be Maddie's favorite when they were younger and she would always let him try a bite because cookies and creme is just so lack luster no matter how entice it sounds at the time. He also learned that if he put a crushed up cone in it too that he was in dangerous territory of finishing the whole thing.

Eddie: Shannon introduced him to a hazelnut gelato that he still dreams about and makes his mouth water thinking about it but he's good with a solid coffee flavor

Athena: Strawberry. Anything strawberry.

Bobby: Vanilla but like the good kind. The can be paired with anything kind. The kind that melts on a warm piece of pie or mixes well with birthday cake. Sometimes he'll treat himself and put a little in his coffee when he needs a pick me up.

Hen: Coffee fudge. Chim I will stab you with this spoon get away!

Chimney: I will never say no to ice cream

Michael: Butter Pecan or a vanilla with toppings like sprinkles and whipped cream. But he loves the cherries. Everyone used to give him the cherries whenever they went for ice cream.

Karen: Rocky Road

Taylor Kelly: Lemon and Raspberry Sorbet

Tommy Kinnard: Pistachio

David: Mint chocolate chip

Jee-Yun: whatever Buck is eating because she's obsessed with him but most especially when he's eating

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#sleepover asks #sleepover weekend #sleepover weekend asks #hawaiianpinapplepizza #ice cream #evan 'buck' buckley #Maddie Buckley #Bobby Nash #Athena Grant #Michael Grant #Chimney Han #Hen Wilson #Karen Wilson #Tommy Kinnard #Taylor Kelly #Doctor David #jee yun buckley han #Eddie Diaz

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

vi: i hate you but tell the team (bucky barnes x reader)

i hate you but masterlist

summary: bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

word count: 1692

warnings: swearing, arguing, death, and this is not proofread

taglist is CLOSED

A/N: if ur the anon who requested a part 2 to no way, this is me letting u know it’s in progress dw :))

       “Aren’t you going to go after the other one?” Bucky questioned, staring at the door of the room where Ethan rushed into. y/n gave him a look, as though she too were contemplating if she should talk to Ethan or not, before shaking her head hesitantly and returning to her task at hand; getting Allie to keep her food in her mouth and off her hands.

       “With all due respect, Mister—wait, what’s your name again?” Olivia raised a brow as she tried to recall the same words her baby sister was yelling out again, “Mister Bucky, Ethan’s taking the news pretty hard and he’s stubborn. I don’t think he’d talk to Aunt y/n if she tried to,” Olivia exclaimed, eating a forkful of pancakes.

       “Well, maybe I can talk to him. Man-to-man, you know?” Bucky suggested jokingly. y/n gave him a stern look before shaking her head.

       “I’m not letting you talk to my nephew. Knowing you, you’d eradicate any chances I have of getting him to warm up to me so there is no way in hell you’re talking to him before I get to,” y/n chuckled.

       “You’re my teammate, how could you not trust me?” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

       “Aren’t you the teammate who cracked an egg on my shoe right when I was about to leave for a mission?” y/n questioned, easily recalling the events of last month’s mission.

       That day, Bucky was I charge of making breakfast and when y/n tried moving past Bucky to grab a protein bar from a cabinet, but he wouldn’t let her pass through. Annoyed, she stomped on his toe so she could reach the cabinet. Bucky didn’t really appreciate having his toe stomped on so in retaliation, he tossed an egg onto y/n’s combat boots.

       “It was hilarious!” Bucky exclaimed in his defense.

       “The rookies were laughing at me!” y/n rolled her eyes before tossing a spoonful of Allie’s baby food at his hair.

       “You were their S.O! If they laughed at you, you probably didn’t lecture them well enough on the consequences of laughing at a superior officer,” Bucky pointed out, recalling the times when he had to train a few SHIELD agents who ended up laughing at his manbun. Can you believe the audacity of those rookies?

       “Oh, and you know how to handle a situation any better?” y/n scoffed.

       “As a matter of fact, yes. I made them run twenty laps around the compound,” Bucky smirked proudly.

       “Oh? What were they laughing at you for? Being older than the exhibits at the Smithsonian?” y/n giggled.

       “No. They made fun of my hair,” Bucky frowned, running a hand through his dark brown locks. It was then, y/n broke out it a fit of heavy laughter.

       “God, I forgot you were worse than Thor when it comes to your hair obsession!” she exclaimed, recalling that time he got mad at her for borrowing his conditioner without his permission.

       “At least my hair doesn’t eat the hands of HYDRA agents,” Bucky shook his head. On a mission, one of the HYDRA agents y/n fought made an attempt to drag her by her hair. It did not end well when he realized his gloved hand was stuck in the endless jungle of knots known as y/n’s hair. Not once has Bucky even seen her run a brush through her hair in the compound!

       “Man, that glove was worse than bubble gum,” y/ frowned. The agent’s hand was stuck in her hair so she had to sit next to him on the ride back long enough for Doctor Cho to come up with the best way to remove his hand from her hair. Even after then, y/n still didn’t brush her hair before or after missions.

       “I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around,” Bucky waved off, grabbing his keys from the countertop before walking out the door.

       “I don’t think you will!” y/n joked out half-heartedly. God, taking care of four kids was more exhausting than taking down a whole HYDRA base. At least villains didn’t make a mess at her apartment like Allie and Jackson did.

       “Oh, so you’re a house aunt now?” Bucky stopped in his steps, leaning against the doorway.

       “I guess. Tell Sam not to call me onto missions if it’s not an emergency, please? Also, if you could explain this clusterf—” y/n stopped herself before she could swear in front of the kids, “—mess to the rest of the team, that would be great,” y/n smiled before feeding Allie her last spoon of baby food.

       “I can’t promise I won’t tell him you kidnapped the kids, though,” Bucky grinned before shutting the door and running down the hall, probably disrupting the residents. Everybody working and living on the compound knew y/n and Bucky would chase each other around the compound when one said something the other didn’t exactly appreciate.

       Which is why it shocked him when she never chased after him that day. Well, she was a busy woman, he shrugged it off and headed down the elevator.

       He drove his motorcycle to where the van was, adjusted the van seats, and slowly lifted his motorcycle in the van. It probably would have been more convenient for him if he’d just asked y/n to drive the van back to the compound rather than him having to haul his motorcycle into the van.

       When he was sure his motorcycle was safely placed in the van, Bucky got in the driver’s seat and drove to the compound; ready to tell Sam about his discovery.

       He parked the van, pulled his motorcycle out, parked that too, and headed into the main lounging area of the compound where he found Sam, Wanda, Clint, Rhodey, and Peter gathered around the TV. The moment the elevator dinged, letting his presence be known, all heads turned to him as though to ask where he’d been…or why he had baby food in his hair.

       “y/n has kids,” Bucky explained quickly, plopping down on the couch between Peter and Sam.

       “y/n? Kids? That’s funny, tell another one,” Wanda chuckled, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth as her gaze was still fixated on the screen. At this point, she was used to having Bucky and y/n make up rumors about each other and she could not trust a word one would say about the other.

       “Wait, let me rephrase that. Sam, y/n told you she was taking a break because of a family emergency, right?” Bucky questioned, looking expectantly at Sam.

       “Well, yes, but I don’t see how that means y/n has ki—” Sam shook his head only to get interrupted by Bucky shushing him.

       “That family emergency was her sister died a few days ago and y/n got custody of four kids! Look, I know this isn’t easy to believe and shit, but y/n’s the legal guardian of two teenagers and two kids!” Bucky exclaimed, as if he himself could not believe what he’d just witnessed half an hour prior to that.

       “I’m pretty sure y/n didn’t take a break just so you could make up a rumor about her,” Wanda chuckled, shaking her head.

       “That’s the thing! They had a fight over breakfast and y/n was trying to make the little boy stop crying and then the baby started crying so I went over there to pick her up and god, I thought I killed the kid, but I didn’t. Then, she looked up at me with those big e/c eyes while screaming my name. God, that kid was adorable,” Bucky rambled on as though falling into a trance as he remembered the feeling of having someone so innocent look up at him with an emotion that wasn’t fear for once.

       “Assuming this actually happened, how the fuck did you find y/n? Didn’t she block any location tracking on her when we found her at that cooking class?” Clint questioned, raising a brow in disbelief.

       “I made FRIDAY look for my van and it was at y/n’s apartment place. She only let me in because she thought I was the gelato guy,” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, “God, she looked so tired.”

       “Is there anything else y/n wanted to let us know? She promised we were going to watch all the Star Wars movies next week,” Peter frowned, hitching his feet up onto the table.

       “I’m pretty sure y/n has better things to worry about than a Star Wars marathon,” Sam shook his head in dismissal.

       “She did mention the fact that she’s still willing to go on missions as long as they’re important ones. Like some really ‘life-threatening where a lot of people could die’ type of shit,” Bucky explained with a shrug.

        “I still had no idea y/n had an apartment. I thought she lived on-base when I first met her,” Clint chuckled, shaking his head.

       “Am I the only other one here who’s been to her place?” Wanda’s brows furrowed in confusion.

       “Wait, you’ve been to her place? She told me she had some underground bunker she lives in because she was preparing for the zombie apocalypse and I kind of assumed that was a joke and she just lived here,” Peter shot up from his seat, staring at Wanda in disbelief.

       “Oh yeah, that too. I’ve been to both places. I even have a room in the bunker,” Wanda winked as Peter’s jaw dropped. He thought y/n was joking when she mentioned the underground bunker. I mean seriously, would you take someone seriously if they told you they had an underground bunker beneath central park?

       “Well, I guess if the compound gets compromised during an apocalypse, we know who to follow,” Clint broke out in a fit of laughter. After that, Bucky kind of just blanked out, not really knowing what else to say. It wasn’t as if he knew much about y/n besides the basics and what he’d discovered earlier.

       He leaned back into his chair before stealing Peter’s bucket of popcorn and watching whatever the Avengers decided they wanted to watch that afternoon, ignoring all the teenager’s complaints.

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Medically Inevitable

Chapter 15:- Hopeful Happenings

Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Ethan Ramsey, Ines Delarosa, Kyra Santana

Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine

Warnings:- Slight mentions of cancer

Word Count:- 1700+ words :)

General PoV:-

As the sun shines bright in the late morning, Arielle parks her car and heads straight towards Edenbrook’s locker room, a to-go cup in hand from Starbucks instead of Derry Roasters not wanting any chance to bump into Dr. Ramsey, despite knowing that he’s her boss. Making her way to the nurses’ station, she picks up her charts and textbooks and heads toward the cafeteria.

Arielle’s PoV:-

You keep at your textbooks, scouring the pages for anything that could explain Nigel's symptoms, and the tidal wave of self-doubt doesn’t help either. You let out a sigh, "Maybe Dr. Ramsey's right. Maybe I really don't belong here..."

"Mind if I join you?" A cheery voice snaps you back to reality.

You turn around to find Kyra. Dread fills in you as you see her. "Kyra, what are you doing here? Is your cancer back? Is something wrong?", you start asking.

"Woah! Dial down the doom and gloom there, Dr. Sob Emoji. I'm in remission." Kyra beams.

"What?! Oh my god congratulations! I’m so happy for you!" You envelope her in a warm hug which almost melts all your tension away.

"Just had another check-up. Will be coming a lot for those," she catches you up with her remission plan as you two sit. "No offense but I definitely look in better shape than you!"

"Ugh I know. I'm exhausted.” And just like that, all the tension fills your mind as you give her the details. " My shift ended like five hours ago, but instead of going home I am sitting here and reading till my eyes bleed."

"You should probably get that looked at." Kyra's face morphs into something serious but genuine as she continues.

"Look, I don't want to be that cancer survivor… but it did make me realize that life is too short." You give her a sad smile knowing how painful it must have been for her.

"We only get so many chances you know? But maybe you need that lesson more than I do," she continues after pausing for a moment.

"Is it that obvious?" You raise your brows.

"Let's chalk it up to my incredible intuition." Kyra smiles," Anyways there's an amazing ice cream shop nearby. They make an triple chocolate gelato that's literally to die for," she jokes, " You can take my word for that." "Why don't we visit that place? It'll give you a distraction and a much needed break."

You look at her and then your textbooks, not understanding what to do. All you can see is blurry lines. the words and concepts swim around in your very exhausted brain. You close the textbook with a slam after your answer is crystal clear.

"How can I say no to chocolate gelato!", you say dramatically.

"That's more like it!", Kyra beams. The two of you collect your belongings and make your way out as you tell Kyra everything about the dilemma with your latest patient.

"This place is pretty cute.", you say as you look around.

"Try nauseatingly adorable. I want to make it tiny and keep it in my bookshelf," Kyra replies. You laugh.

"You collect tiny shops?" You ask as the two of you made your way to the counter.

"I collect many sickeningly adorable things," she laughs before turning her attention to the boy behind the counter. "I’ll have the large Death by Chocolate please. And my absurdly attractive friend here will have…”, she nods for you to continue.

You roll your eyes at her before placing your order. You take a look at their menu before deciding to have the same one as Kyra as it's the most chocolatey one.

“I'll have the same.", you smile at the server.

The server scoops your gelato into two big cups and slides them across the counter while Kyra rummages through her bag for her wallet.

"I'll pay.“, you say getting your card out.

"No way!", she stops you by swiftly taking your card from you. You whine but to your dismay she doesn’t budge.

"This was my idea. Besides I didn't get out much during recovery. I've got months of dining-out budget to blow."

The next minute she's handing the cash to the server and then guiding you to a booth. As you two take your seats, Kyra hands you your card.

She takes a spoon full of her Death by Chocolate and sighs blissfully.

“Mmmmmm…”

You smile at her antics. "That good?" You ask before taking a bite.

"Orgasmic. I never used to eat junk food before my diagnosis."

She takes another bite and you take your first. You can't help but let out a moan as the chocolatey silkiness melts on your tongue. Kyra smirks and gives you a smug look.

She then continues, "I was super into exercising and calorie counting. I never did anything I wasn't supposed to." She smiles sadly. "And I still got lung cancer. At my twenties!"

"You must have been so strong!", you reply.

"Everyone keeps saying that but-", she pauses, "I don't know. I just went to the doctor to see why I was breathing weird."

She sighs. "Then suddenly I was going for all these tests, and then I had cancer."

She laughs humorlessly. "Life went from jogging and juice every morning to chemo and puking."

You can almost feel the pain as she speaks about her experiences even when you’re aware you’ll never truly understand.

"But I didn't do anything," she says, " Those things had to happen , and I had good insurance, so I did them. And it's not like I had any alternative."

"I think you should give yourself more credit.”, you reach for her hand and squeeze it in a comforting manner.

"You faced death with a smile on your face. I'll always remember you cracking jokes on the way to surgery-", you stop for a second before adding,"You are the strongest person I know Kyra."

Kyra blushes, a little embarrassed. "Well you can laugh or you can cry and I chose to laugh.”, she shrugs with a smile on her face.

"And like I said, I don't want to be that cancer survivor but it does put certain things into perspective."

"That kind of clarity must be nice.", you reply.

"Well yeah, you have to get some kind of consolation price for nearly dying, right?" She then shakes her head.

”But enough about that. If we keep talking about this you'll always see me as a girl who beat cancer."

"I'll never, Kyra." you say truthfully. "That's not how I see you."

"Oh yeah? And how do you exactly see me?" She asks playfully.

"I think you are inspiring."

A blush creeps on her face as she’s caught off guard, but quickly retaliates with a sassy reply. “If you keep giving me compliments then I’ll never let you hear the end of it.”

“We’ll see about that.” You both dissolve into fits of laughter as Kyra fills you up on the hospital gossip...

“What wait?! Seriously?! I can’t believe it!”

“Me either, but you know how gossip is!”, she replies with a shrug.

Just then your phone chimes. You pull it out to see it’s a reminder for your shift.

“Crap, I have 10 minutes till my shift.”

“Oof, you better hurry!”, she replies.

“We should do this again, this was really nice.”, you say as you gather your things.

“We should! Besides there would have to be 12 different things wrong with someone to turn down Gelato!”, she jokes.

“..12 different things wrong….. oh my god, Kyra, you’re a genius!”

You scramble to your feet and quickly throw away your cup.

“I like to think I am but what did I do?”, she asks.

“I’ll explain later!”, you yell.

“Ookay…” You rush back to the hospital, typing out a message on your pager as Kyra sits there in utter confusion.

“Well I guess I could get another scoop of gelato…”

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An hour later, you take a deep breath before entering Nigel's room to find Ethan and Ines already inside.

“Well what are you waiting for?”, Dr. Ramsey says. Pushing back all of your invading memories of him, you continue with your explanation.

"I spent the last two days trying to figure out the one thing causing all of Mr.Platt's symptoms.”, you say as you stand beside Nigel's bedside.

"And?", he asks. For a split second, you can see a slight look of hope in his eyes, but it passes as quickly as it came, leaving you to believe it was a mere delusion of yours.

"That's when I realized nothing was causing all of them-" But before you can continue, you’re interrupted by Nigel.

"Are you calling-", he burps, “me a liar?", he asks, rude as always.

You control the urge to roll your eyes. He could've at least let you finish your sentence.

Ignoring him, you continue what you were saying," Mr.Platt has been experiencing tingling and hair loss but also cold sensitivity and some hearing problems." You pause for a second before continuing,"All of which point to hypothyroidism caused by Hashimoto's disease easily treated with levothyroxine."

"Go on." Ethan orders in his usual cold bossy tone.

"I couldn't fit in the constant burping and the chest pain… because it was completely separate." You explain. "I ordered a barium swallow X-ray and detected a hiatal hernia in the esophageal hole through the diaphragm."

"The treatment?", he asks, motioning you to continue.

"I have already booked a laparoscopic surgery to repair it.”, you answer with a touch of pride.

"Good work Dr.Valentine." Ines smiles at you.” You return it with a nod and a tentative smile.

"So ... I'll be cured?" Nigel asks.

"Yes-“, you calm yourself down before you rip him apart and then continue.

"You'll be good as new." you say instead with a forced smile.

"Good... because I don't want to spend a -" he burps, " second more in your hopeless company."

Your blood boils at this point as you bite your lip to control yourself. “The audacity! Ugh, he's a patient, Arielle. You have to be nice to him.”

"Mr. Platt, might suggest viewing this as a new lease on life. Perhaps a life where you don't make everyone around you miserable.”, Ethan's stern voice retorts, shocking you and Ines.

“No way...he did not!”

"Dr. Ramsey!" Ines exclaims with a shocked expression on her face, which you’re quite sure your face resembles.

"I'll report you! I want to talk to your manager," he says more angrily than before.

"Go ahead," Ethan says with a sarcastic smile." Maybe she can't talk to you like this but I sure as hell can."

You look at Nigel who looks like he's about to say something but just then Bryce struts in. He winks at you playfully as he passes you.

"Someone called for a laparoscopic surgery?"

"Oh great, first Barbie and now the damn Ken doll!” You don’t even attempt to hide the disgust on your face as you roll your eyes.

By the time you’ve finished your consultation with Bryce, Ines and Ethan have already left the room. Pleased with yourself, you take a left in the hallway without noticing Ethan standing leaning against the wall.

"Rookie..." His velvety baritone voice calls out, pulling you out of a haze.

Wincing, you stop dead in your tracks as the memories of the previous day replay in your mind. Still embarrassed with your encounter, you turn around but never meet his eyes. You’re sure you look like a kid, standing before him with your feet crossed, one hand fiddling with your hair as you bite your lip.

"So, you figured it out in the end. And you kept things professional.”, he nods, barely visible.

"I guess I just needed a… push.”, you reply in a timid voice laced with embarrassment.

"Maybe you aren’t so hopeless then.", he says.

Unlike yesterday, his voice isn’t filled with disappointment and malice.

So mustering up some courage, you look up to meet his eyes. Relief washes over you as you don’t detect a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He isn’t smiling but something in you tells you he isn’t angry. You don’t realise you’ve been staring into his oh-so blue eyes until his pager beeps, shaking you out of your reverie.

“..Uh- I’ll see you around, Dr. Ramsey.” You can almost swear that you see longing etched into his chiseled features as you lose yourself in his eyes once more.

“Likewise, Valentine.” With that, he turns around and stalks away.

You sigh and lean against the wall, the events since you started your residency swirl around like a hurricane filled with memories.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

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And this concludes Season 1 of Medically Inevitable!

Authors’ Note:- Hey everyone, hope y’all enjoyed this chapter! As you’ve probably seen before, this is the last chapter of Season 1! Season 2 will be out soon, as soon as we work out the kinks and pump out a few chapters with different moodboards and title themes! Season 2 will be much more eventful, more drama, angst and shocking cliffhangers mixed in with the string of festivities that Thanksgiving and Christmas bring! Stay tuned and check our blogs and Instagram’s (same handle) for more updates! And lastly thank y’all so much for all the support, we are extremely grateful.

Love,

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Random Ice cream headcanons for some of my fav's

Post includes: Ezio Auditore, Jacob Frye, Charles Vane, Kuai Liang, Hanzo Hasashi and Seto Kaiba

Modern!Ezio Auditore

♡Ezio and his s/o were on a date when his s/o saw a new " Traditional Gelato" shop and convinced Ezio to go in

♡Ezio tried one of those tester spoons before concluding that this was ice cream and not traditional gelato

♡Bless the poor chashier that asked him what the difference was

♡This prompted a 20 minute explanation from Ezio about the difference between gelato and ice cream at which point the manager was called to the front to calm down the Angry Italian

♡Ezio and his s/o ended up leaving and going to a supermarket where he spent another 10 minutes in the ice cream isle trying to find an authentic Italian Gelato

♡Eventually he found one he liked so he and his s/o went back home where he immediately grabbed a spoon and ate a scoop

♡He picked up the phone and called the complaint line so that he could recite his rant about gelato while s/o watched in awe

♡His s/o took him for cupcakes next time

Modern!Jacob Frye

♡So you know those weird flavours of ice cream like Bacon? Those flavours that make you think "what weirdo would buy this?" Yeah. That weirdo would be Jacob

♡So Jacob and his s/o would buy ice cream and despite all the warnings from his s/o, Jacob would buy bacon flavour insisting he will like it

♡Long Story Short: he doesn't like it. Cue the attempt at trying to switch with his s/o:

♡"Would you like to swap flavours? The bacon flavour is really good!" "No thanks Jacob."

♡"You know, your flavour looks terrible but don't worry, I will be your hero and take the bullet by giving you my ice cream!" "I'm fine, thanks Jacob."

♡Jacob ended up walking all the way home with a tub of melted Ice cream... he never bought bacon flavoured ice cream again

Modern!Charles Vane

(Screenshot from YouTube)

♡ He will religiously eat Rum and Raisin as in he will refuse any other flavour: R&R or nothing

♡He especially likes to buy tubs of it to keep at home so he can pour extra rum on top

♡"C'mon s/o, I'm just adding a bit of flavour"

♡Unfortunately he always adds too much so when Edward comes to visit, it goes along the lines of "Hey s/o?" "Yeah?" "Why is Vane crying over the notebook?" "... He ate a lot of ice cream"

Kuai Liang

♡So another headcanon I have is that while Liang is fairly good at controlling his jealousy, all that jealous aggression found another outlet: ice cream

♡Bartender winks at his s/o? He will brush it off. Ice cream vendor winks at his s/o? He will lose it.

♡This didn't help when the Kombat Krew found out his s/o liked ice cream so they'd always take his s/o out to get some, much to Liang's annoyance

♡No one will forget the time Johnny and Cassie took his s/o to get ice cream and when they came back, they told everyone how it was the most ice cream they have seen in their lives. 5 minutes later when Liang's s/o went into the Kitchen they found a huge ice sculpture filled with ice cream

♡Once Liang's s/o figured this out, they would go get coffee instead of ice cream but it was fine since a) Kuai Liang makes the best ice cream and b) he will always make it any time of day or night!

Hanzo Hasashi

♡Poor Hanzo

♡He tried- he really did... But he just couldn't have ice cream without it melting

♡He tried everything: cones, tubs, eating it on waffles and stuff etc

♡But everytime it melted. This would make him angry and the residual heat from getting angry would melt his s/o's ice cream anyway even if they were a foot away from him

♡Hanzo's s/o came up with a solution substitute for ice cream: marshmallows! He could melt the marshmallows right to the point between solid and melted which meant the crisis was averted!

Seto Kaiba

♡Kaiba will never admit it but ice cream is his vice

♡He always takes Mokuba with him so that if Yugi and the gang see him, he can say it's for Mokuba

♡But secretly he loves it

♡When he and his s/o start dating and they look for places to eat, Kaiba will always take them down Streets with ice cream shops

♡He'll also coincidentally stop to check his phone right outside an ice cream shop and play dumb when his s/o suggests they go in

♡He'd also open a duel monster themed ice cream stand in KaibaLand... for Mokuba of course

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Gift Headcanons Pesci x Reader

Look. I know the holidays have just passed, but I am unashamedly a SIMP for all of La Squadra and I wanna give them gifts. I just love them. So here, have some (mostly) tender gift giving and receiving for da boyz. I’m excluding Sorbet and Gelato because I know next to nothing about them, sorry!

This one was kind of cheesy, but wholesome. 

Risotto

Prosciutto

Illuso

Formaggio

Ghiaccio

Melone

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: SFW, light mentions of anxiety or worry, mentions of gangsters.

Word Count: 1433

Giving:

God, this boy. He has no idea what to get you. Do you like books? What kind of books? What if he gets the wrong one? Pros said you might like jewelry, should he get that? What kind? He doesn’t have a lot of money, what if it breaks? Pesci is a mess, so if there’s something specific you want, tell him.

Once he gets over himself a bit and calms down, he’ll probably get you your favourite book or maybe a really nice scarf. Something that he thinks you’ll use a lot. If you use the gift every day he will feel so good about himself. You can practically feel the confidence radiating off him.

Because he’s nervous about it, he’ll give the gift to you in private, nervously stuttering out whatever he wants to say.

     Pesci fiddled with the bow and ribbon on the decorated bag in his hand, trying to keep his mind occupied. You would like it, right? Of course, who wouldn’t like a soft, warm scarf? Aniki, probably, but you weren’t Prosciutto. You were (Y/N) and you were nice and sweet and I mean, you wouldn’t be with him if you didn’t like him, right?

     “Pesci?” Your voice called from the other end of the hall. Oh, shit.

     “Uhh, over here!” He called back. Everything was going to be fine, right? What would Pros do? What would Pros do?

     He’d be cool; confident. He wouldn’t worry about whether or not you liked the gift, he would be suave! Pesci had every right to be confident. You were an amazing, beautiful person and his partner. What did he have to worry about?

     “Is everything okay?” You appeared next to him quicker than he had anticipated. 

     “Ah! Yeah, everything’s fine. I have something for you.” His heart was racing. He’d spent a lot of money on this, more than he should have. But, that’s what made it special, right? He pushed the gift bag into your hand quicker than he should have. “Sorry.”

     You chuckled, used to this by now and happily took the bag. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. What is it?” You asked, pulling out the tissue paper and scrunching it into a ball which Pesci took from your hand. “Oh, Pesci!”

     His heart swelled with joy at the sound of how happy you were. You pulled out a long, well-knitted scarf with the same print as his jumpsuit. He took the bag as you rubbed the soft fabric with your hands, bringing it up to your face. You wrapped it around yourself, hugging it close to you.

     “It’s lovely, Pesci! Thank you so much.” You practically leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly. That warm feeling again. He did good.

     “It’s custom. I found someone on the internet who could make it. You like it?” He knew you did, he just wanted to hear it one more time.

     “Yes! Oh, god yes. It’s so nice! And the pattern! Thank you,” you kissed his cheek making him blush. He laughed lovingly, returning with a kiss on your cheek. You wrapped your arms around each other’s shoulders, staying close for the rest of the night while you show off your new favourite scarf and Pesci. Well, Pesci couldn’t help the prideful smile stuck on his face. He heard Illuso and Formaggio laughing at him, but he didn’t care! All he cared about was how happy you were.

Receiving:

Just as much as he doesn’t know what to get you, you don’t know what to get him. It’s not that he’s hard to shop for, Pesci is happy getting pretty much anything from you, but it’s more there’s so much you know he would like you can’t really decide!

He loves to read, he’d read pretty much anything under the sun, but if it’s about his favourite subject (something like space, the ocean, fish, old fashion gangsters, etc.) he will literally never put it down. Pesci also loves sweets, so feel free to bake him something like cupcakes or a cake! Something he can either eat in one night or pull out of the fridge to eat every now and then.

Now, giving him the gift. Absolutely, he would love anything given to him in private, but I think there’s a part of him that wants to show off to the rest of La Squadra. Like, yeah, they’re mine, they got this for me! I’m good! That kind of way.

     You hummed out a random tune while licking off the last of the icing from the spoon. It wasn’t perfect, but Pesci would get the idea. A small two-tiered cake with yellow fondant on the bottom layer and the black with pink heart cutouts on the top to match his usual outfit. Of course, you had to add some extra icing here and there to satisfy his sweet tooth.

     “(Y/N)?” His head popped out from the door frame. You smiled, setting down the spoon and going in for a hug. 

     “Hey, hun, how are you?”

     “Okay, Prosciutto kept lecturing me.” He sounded defeated. From your talks with Prosciutto, you knew he just wanted Pesci to be confident and proud of himself, you just wished he was a little gentler with his words.

     “I know something that will make you feel better,” you mused, pulling him to his chair in the living room. A large, beige lazy boy that he happily collapsed into, kicking his feet up. “Wait right here, I’ll be back.”

     You heard him mumble out an “okay” while you hurried off to the kitchen, chucking your licking spoon into the sink. Pesci worked hard trying to impress people, you felt it was your job to make him feel a little more appreciated and what better day to show him he’s worth hours and hours of baking than Christmas night! You returned to the living room, carefully holding the cake with two hands, knife tucked under your arm. 

     “This is for you,” you said, sliding it onto the coffee table with ease. You heard the springs in the lazy boy creak as he leans forward, tucking the footrest back into its place, looking back just in time to see his eyes light up. 

     “Oooh~” his mouth is practically watering. You hand him a fork with a grin. “Ah, no plates?”

     “Nah, who else is going to eat it? It’s just us.” Pesci returns your grin excitedly, taking the first bite out of the yellow half. He happily screams out how good it is, greedily taking more and more while you calmly eat off the side. Through mouthfuls, you manage out: “Actually, there’s a bit more.”

     You quickly hop up onto your feet again, walking to the small Christmas tree you had set up the week before. You pull out three rectangular presents each one smaller than the other. Eagerly, you hand the three of them to him. He stares at you wide-eyed, then at the presents.

     “For me? Why?” He asks, confused. You chuckle.

     “Because it’s Christmas!” He looks at you shocked. Really? Today? Christmas? Thank god he got your presents beforehand. Regardless, he’s excited to see what you got him. 

     Pesci quickly ripped the paper off, making a mess on the floor. He verbalizes his joy with a loud gasp, clearly happy with the first book. The latest Game of Thrones, a favourite series of his. Then he’s onto the next one and equally as elated for this one. Of course, you had to get him something on old gangster history book.

     He’s practically shaking with delight when he opens the last one. A beautiful art book from the Lord of the Rings movies that you spent literal hours searching for. All the work paid off seeing how happy he was. He pulls you into a back-crushing hug. 

     “Thank you, (Y/N)!” Pesci finally puts you down, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek. You smile happily, still holding him close. 

     “Now, why don’t we take a picture, hm? Show it off a bit?” He agrees, pulling out his phone. He sets up the books and the cake so it looks nice, then he takes a few pictures. Okay, maybe a lot of pictures, but the enthusiasm is there. The two of you pick through the best ones and send them to his group chat. For the first time in a long time, Pesci can feel the pride swelling up in him as you lean into him, occasionally stealing bites of cake from his fork while he thumbs through his new books, pointing out the cool things he finds.

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