summary: melone discovers your secret and offers a helping hand.
reader description: transmasc/ftm reader
warnings: needle use, mention of drugs, cursing
word count: ~1.3k
Music thrums through the wall, the bass low and heavy as it buries itself deep inside your chest.
You’d typically slam a fist against the thin drywall and shout at Formaggio to ‘turn that shit down.’ But now, for once, the music offers a distraction from the task you’re faced with.
A little glass vial sits on the desk in front of you along with an assortment of bandaids, wipes, and needles. It was a dance you were all too familiar with, but that didn’t make it easier. Especially with the way that the needles glint in the yellowish lights of your bedroom almost like they were mocking your hesitance.
There’s a tremble in your fingers as you roll the vial between your palms to warm up the concoction within, yet your eyes remain fixated on the medical supplies.
You weren’t squeamish by any means. You were in Passione, the most notorious and feared mafia within Italy. You weren’t a stranger to getting your hands dirty, particularly being a member of La Squadra Esecuzioni. But your gutsy nature seemed to falter when it came to giving yourself shots.
How ironic.
A deep sigh falls from your mouth before you place the vial on the desk once again. You busy yourself with peeling open the alcoholic wipes with the pungent, antiseptic scent flooding your nostrils. The damp material is cool against your thigh as it drags along the skin with your boxers bunched at the tops of your legs.
It’s not until a sharp knock at the door helps you regain your senses, and the call of your name is muffled through the wood.
“Go away!” you shout in response and try to ignore the shaking of your hands when you screw the needle onto the syringe.
The knock comes louder this time, more forceful before you’re yelling again.
“Cut it out, I’m busy!”
But that doesn’t deter the person on the other side, not when the knob jingles and turns before the bedroom door fully swings open. While you could have sworn that you locked it, you’re more irritated than anything at the sight of your lavender-haired teammate standing triumphantly in the doorway.
“Melone,” you hiss through clenched teeth and tightly grasp the syringe between your fingers, stopping mid-motion at the sudden intrusion.
Yet all Melone does is take in the sight of you with the tilt of his head. You can’t tell if it’s curiosity or judgment as heat crawls across your cheeks in embarrassment before you’re looking nearby for something to throw. He’s grinning now with a smile that’s too wide for his face as he slips into your bedroom, and the door closes firmly behind him.
“Having fun all by yourself?”
All you can do is sneer at him when he strolls closer. His lips tug downward into a pout when you snap at him, yet he inches his way every bit closer.
“I said I was busy, so get the hell out of my room.”
Melone snatches the vial from your hands, and he’s smiling again as he raises it to his face for it to be eye level with his turquoise orbs.
“Come on,” he whines while his eyes scan the label.
“You can at least share-”
The words are suddenly lost on his tongue, eyes flickering between you and the vial between his fingers. He blinks once, then twice. Then his attention is fully on you with something akin to interest swirling in his eyes as the vial remains clasped between his thumb and forefinger.
“This is not what I was expecting.”
Your face continues to burn, and you think briefly of stabbing him with the needle that protruded from the syringe in your hand. But you suppress the urge, instead reaching out to try and snatch the vial back. But Melone holds it just out of reach.
“Shut up and give it back,” you grumble and reach for it again only for your teammate to finally relent as he allows you to snatch it from his grasp.
Melone only chuckles, watching when you slump back down into your chair as he slowly circles you.
“You know, the others and I thought you were doing heroin or something.”
That causes you to roll your eyes as you push your boxers up to expose the tops of your thighs again.
“I don’t do heroin.”
You grunt and cast a glance over at Melone until he finally stills in front of you. Those bright eyes linger on the instruments on your desk before landing on you. He chuckles, simply watching as your hands twitch at your sides. You stare back at him, and the both of you remain there: unwavering and unmoving with the only sound being the music that seeps through the wall connecting your room to Formaggio’s.
Melone takes a step forward to close the distance between you two before he’s speaking again.
“Are you going to continue?”
You lean back in the chair, legs parted and bent at the knees as he makes himself welcome in the space in between. Melone was always one to invade others’ personal space, even when you were new to the group. He was always there, pressed tightly to your side or lingering a little too closely at your back. But it didn’t bother you as much as it did the others, especially not now even despite your snappy response.
“Are you going to leave?”
He simply grins every bit wider, and it told you everything that you needed to know. You drag a hand down your face, lips parting to blow out a huff at his persistence. But you still don’t move with the syringe sitting tightly in your grasp.
Melone senses your hesitance and gives a low chuckle before crouching down in front of you.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of needles!” he croons as his gloved palms rest on your knees with the smooth material caressing the skin.
You suck your teeth and swipe the wipes from the desk again. He’s watching you even more closely now, leaning towards you even as you fumble with the syringe.
“I’m not afraid of needles.”
He laughs, light and breathy before raising a hand towards your own and plucking the syringe and wipes out of your fingers.
“Here.”
Melone moves effortlessly as he wipes an area of skin at your thigh with the damp material. It’s then that he takes the vial and slips the needle into the top while humming some offbeat tune. You just watch him with the sound of his song settling on your ears along with the pounding of your heart in your ears when he switches out the needle.
His other hand rests on your thigh, pulling the flesh there taut. He glances up at you, corners of his lips upturned with a smile as he tilts his head.
“You’re going to feel a slight pinch.”
You nod and force yourself to look away with your gaze turning upward towards the ceiling, fingers curling in on your palms as the fingernails leave crescent-shaped indents in the skin. Melone’s hand smooths over your thigh before lining up the needle with the limb.
“Relax,” he breathes out, and you find yourself releasing the breath you didn’t realize that you were holding.
Then you feel it: the familiar sharp twinge that comes with every injection. But then comes the gentle press of gauze against the wound as Melone continues to softly hum. The bandaid is placed last, and it’s only then that you look down at where he’s still kneeling between your legs.
He’s still smiling up at you, eyes no doubt scrunching in the corners behind his mask.
“See? It wasn’t all that bad!”
You chuckle as he disposes of the needles before resting your hand over the bandaid with the textured material rubbing against your palm.
Hey yall Im back with another La Squadra request ‼️‼️
So like can do an s/o who loves, like LOVES to breath in their scent. Its like when they come back from work their s/o just hugs them(like arms around their neck) and just breathes them in.
Or a s/o who likes arts and crafts qnd they give them little trinkets they made :)
THANK YOUUU!!!!!!
I AM FINALLY BACK!!!
I am so so so so sorry for disappearing I PROMISE I didn’t mean to. Everything caught up to me. As shitty as that excuse sounds.
I think I’ll be more accurate this time!! AFFIRM!!
If all don’t mind I’m putting my HC’s on how they smell too 😖😖
Headcannons of la squadra in general might be in here too so tw for that
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Risotto:
Risotto, the nonchalant king he is, doesn’t really care
He knows he smells good.
He KNOWS he smells good.
The team might be poor, but his cologne isn’t cheap LMAO
He wears a decently priced cologne he gets from the slightly expensive place he gets some of his clothing from too
Besides the cologne he definitely smells like metal
I think he’d be genuinely cleanly, so it’d be rare he smells like musk.
But he totally would smell like iron.
Whenever he comes home, he knows you’re gonna be on him, so I think like, about half hour before he comes back he would spray his cologne back on
Just so you talk about it LMAO
Doesn’t mind where you’re sniffing or how long as long as you’re not in an uncomfortable spot.
Will grab you by your shirt collar and move you as if you were a kitten
“Do I smell that good to you, amore mio?”
He’s just very chill over it
Sometimes he’ll wear a shirt or something around the house a little extra so you have it to smell, too
Buys you a fabric keychain and miniature bottles of his cologne
Prosciutto:
Expensive as HELLLLL!!!
Gets Italian made colognes ONLY!!
If it’s not made in Italy he’s not getting it
Brags about his cologne like it’s his pride and joy
Along with his… 500 dollar cologne… he would also smell like your widowed rich grandmother’s house
Yeah, and he carries himself that way too.
He is cleanly too. Too cleanly. Showers for an hour.
He also isn’t a touchy person
(I saw a head cannon of it and if you don’t agree then that’s okay) but he’s ESPECIALLY not touchy when he’s con his period.
He loves you though, so he tolerates it to an extent
He lets his hugs linger, even if it’s for a few seconds
Just long enough for his cologne to stick to your clothes
Do not sniff him in odd places
He loves you but if you bury your face in his armpit or something he’s going to clock you in your jaw.
“You like the way I smell? Well actually, I get my cologne from this SUPER EXPENSIVE STORE—!”
Brags about the price like it’s no tomorrow
Sometimes if he feels nice though, he’ll spray one of his at-home clothes with the cologne cause he knew you steal them
Pesci:
He’d surprisingly smell good
Not as well as some of the other people on this list
Cheap cologne from the thrift store LMAO
Musk, milk, and.. oddly enough pineapple
Also very cleanly, but I think we could thank prosciutto for that
He loves physical contact, but he gets shy from it
Do not make him uncomfortable by sniffing him he will literally never let you touch him again
Isn’t a bragger, but is a bit confident when you tell him he smells good
“You think I smell good? Thank you! I actually got my cologne from the thrift store down town!”
Let’s you wear his cologne
Loves when you bury your nose into his neck or chest
Creeped out if you go further than those two places
Just happy and clean
Formaggio:
Oh brother this guy stinks
Smells like musk and old spice
Don’t let him find out you somehow like how he smells
He’s not gonna shower anymore
He gets old spice products
He has all different types of old spice colognes. Why.
He is the least cleanly guy on this list, which is like, once again why
He sweats easy so (😍) you know he’s gonna smell good.. for a certain amount of time
“Oh you like the way I smell, huh? Just old spice! Yeahh I knew you’d like it”
He thinks he’s the shit
He buries your face into his chest, arms, neck, shoulders, etc.
He loves that he eats it up
If he realizes his uncleanliness is disgusting you he will actually lock in and take three showers a day
Which makes his soaps a bit nauseating and dries out his skin so he uses some of your lotion
Really good balance when he smells like the both of you combined
If he’s gonna be gone for a long time he’ll leave his jacket with you and a note depending on if he can’t say good bye before he goes
Everytime he comes home from missions though he will crush you with his body
He could REEK and just be like
“I thought you said you liked how I smelt!”
Illuso:
Oh he smells fucking good
He knows he does
Full of himself very much
He steals buys expensive cologne too, designer and all
He also smells like raspberries, expensive shampoo, and a pharmacy
Hides his cologne in the mirror relam
Loves when you’re on him, it fills his ego
“Hm? You like my cologne? WELL ACTUALLY ITS FROM A MAFIOSO ONLY STORE AND IT BLEW UP THE MOMENT I MADE MY PURCHASE SO YOU CAN’T EVER GET IT YOURSELF—!”
King of gatekeeping.
Doesn’t like sharing, at all.
But he’ll wear clothes around the house for you to smell too, don’t worry he’s not that cruel
Won’t ever admit it, but he likes the way you smell too.
Also likes wearing YOUR clothes around the house
Mainly because he doesn’t like you taking his clothes either
Maybe if you guys were married for 15 years or if he was on his deathbed he’d tell you the name of his cologne
Melone:
Actually the most cleanly out of the entire group
Uses bath and body works aroma therapy natural essential oils lavender and vanilla sleep lotion, Victoria secret tease rebel perfume, and sprite flavored lip balm
Also some Italian brand shampoo and conditioner
Besides all those smells, they smell like cotton candy
They takes frequent showers, their body wash is the same as their lotion
A clingy one as well
Sure! Stick your nose into their armpit! They don’t care! Might even turn them on!
They think it’s really cute how you just inhale their scent
They love it
At some point they think it’s a weird kink, but they’re weird too so-!
“Oh Tesoro, I’m flattered.”
Anti-gatekeeping king
Never shames you
Never weirded out either
Will admit it, they love the way you smell too
They’re IN ITTTTT
More weird than you, but not in a bad way!
Buys matching fabric keychains for the both of you to have
Ghiaccio:
Expensive cologne enjoyer too
Smells like Dior sauvage
He also smells like vanilla
And bath and body work’s natural essentials stress relief
Not a very clingy person
He’ll put up with it for just a bit since it’s you
Will also accidentally clock you if you make him uncomfortable
If you want to smell him so bad he’ll just give you his jacket
Or will give you his clothes just before they get too dirty
Finds it weird.
He gets that he smells good, but the fact that you’re hugging him like a vape is irritating him
He does things in an attempt to not make you on top of him
He loves you, trust he loves you, he just too touch starved to constantly have you on him
It’s uncomfortable and not something he’s used to
He will buy you the fabric keychain too, buys you an extra of his lotion, anything
“Tch, you think I smell good? Of course I do, I’m not dirty.”
Bashes his teammates in private about how they smell too
Cocky bastard
Sorbet & Gelato:
I think they would genuinely smell like an ice cream parlor
Oh they love you so much their smells would linger on you, too
I feel like Sorbet would have a scent of licorice and Gelato would smell like lemons
Very opposite of each other
All three of you have matching keychains, and etc
Sorbet leaves you jackets and shirts
Gelato would leave you scarves, accessories, etc
“You like the way we smell?” “We like the way you smell too, bambino.”
Could I request Bucciaratis gang with a male reader who high-key has anger issues? Like he's extremely easy to rage bait, and annoy the shit out of. But he also get's really easily flustered when it comes to pda, and will act like he hates it (Even though he really doesn't)
【❝Break Stuff❞】
【Synopsis: In which the members of Team Bucciarati learn to manage their boyfriend’s rampant anger issues through the most effective method possible: affection】
【Featuring: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Panacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga, and Giorno Giovanna】
【Tags: male reader, established relationship, fluff, some crack, TW for mentions of anger issues and vague violence, some of the gang might be a bit ooc (I’m still getting used to writing them), possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】
【Word count: Bruno (411) Abacchio (310) Mista (355) Fugo (355) Narancia (341) Giorno (402) Total (2.1k)】
【a/n: YIPPEE MORE JOJOS!!! This lowkey felt like a call out since I, admittedly, have anger issues myself lol! I’ve definitely gotten better about it, but I’m not perfect and still slip up from time to time! I really enjoyed writing for the gang, but I think Bruno’s is my fave of the bunch! Anyway, I hope you enjoy anon! <3333333】
‧₊˚ ┊ You lowkey stress Bruno out ngl, but he loves you despite the many grey hairs your antics have given him
‧₊˚ ┊ He loves you, he adores you even, but your anger issues have this poor single mother going through it lol
‧₊˚ ┊ Bruno has tried and tried and tired to get Mista and Narancia — the main culprits behind your angry outbursts — to stop pestering you, but his warnings go in one ear after the other (their asses are not listening lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Your poor boyfriend already has enough difficulty keeping Fugo from strangling Narancia over a math problem he got wrong, so dealing with your crashouts just adds another level of stress to his already hectic life (he should be in the club, not dealing with this bs lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ When he does catch the two little shits bothering you, you better believe they're getting a stern talking to — and may even get sent on a mission as punishment — from Bruno (he's just trying to protect his boyfriend's peace lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Bruno, as your loving and considerate boyfriend, knows what not to do to piss you off and does his best to avoid getting on your nerves
‧₊˚ ┊ He doesn't appreciate it when you come to him with an attitude, so don't even think about trying it with him unless you want to get put in your place (…is that a threat or a promise?????)
‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, Bruno is used to handling this sort of thing, but he employs different tactics when it comes to you
‧₊˚ ┊ All it takes to get you to calm down is a steady hand on the small of your back and a delicate kiss pressed against your temple to get you to go quiet and melt into his arms
‧₊˚ ┊ During these moments, Bruno will run a soothing hand up and done your back while whispering calming words and affirmations against the top of your head (need that)
‧₊˚ ┊ He, admittedly, finds it cute when you get all huffy and puffy while clinging to him in moments like this
‧₊˚ ┊ Bruno very well could just call you out on how hypocritical you are for complaining about his pda, but bites his tongue so as not to get you riled up again
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh well, as long as you're not screaming and hitting things and threatening Narancia — which happens at least four times a day — his cortisol levels will remain low
‧₊˚ ┊ As much as you stress Bruno out, he loves your angry ass despite your rampant anger issues
‧₊˚ ┊ Abbacchio is just sitting back and watching the chaos unfold while he sips on his wine lol
‧₊˚ ┊ He's content to watch you and Fugo blow up at each other from a distance, but he'll put his wine down long thought to break things up if they get physical (you two fighting lowkey remind him of some freak alley cats going at it over some scraps of food lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, the usual culprits — Narancia and Mista, of course — get on your nerves too, but they do it when Abba isn't around (last time they tried they got an empty wine bottle thrown at their heads lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Abbacchio isn't exempt for provoking your ire, but he shuts you down real quick whenever you want to come at him with an attitude
‧₊˚ ┊ He has this look that he gives you — one that acts as a warning and a reminder not to try and get all sassy with him — that always works without fail lol (he's got you whipped fr lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Once the look gets you to cool off, Abba will pull you into his lap and give you a rough kiss to distract you from whatever it is that made you mad in the first place
‧₊˚ ┊ He'll roll his eyes whenever you complain about him being affectionate with you in instances like this, but he lets you run your mouth because he knows you're just bullshiting lol
‧₊˚ ┊ You might receive the occasional retaliatory bite, pinch, or slap on the ass from Abbacchio if he thinks you're being particularly bratty (god forbid a man wants to punish his boyfriend for being a brat lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ While Abbacchio has a more hands-off approach to dealing with your anger issues, he is very efficient at reigning you in and, admittedly, finds it somewhat amusing when you lay into Narancia or Mista for pissing you off lol
‧₊˚ ┊ This freak ragebaits you on purpose bc he thinks you're hot when you're mad lol
‧₊˚ ┊ Mista loves you — you're his boyfriend, after all — but you're just too easy to mess with, and he can't help himself
‧₊˚ ┊ I mean, you can't really blame him, can you?
‧₊˚ ┊ You're just sooooooo attractive when you're mad and yelling at him for some stupid shit to get under your skin (bro gets bricked up when you so much as glare at him lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Mista, thankfully, doesn't let Narancia bother you too much because 1) only he gets to mess with you and 2) he doesn't want you beating the poor boy's ass for pissing you off (he will let you smack the little shit every now and again tho lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, your big, dumb, annoying — heavy emphasis on annoying — knows just how to calm you down whenever you get riled up
‧₊˚ ┊ And how does Mista calm you down? by letting you take out your frustration on him, of course! (this is all according to his master plan lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ When you're really pissed off and on the verge of crashing out, he'll pull you away for some… private time to get all that anger out of your system (it's hard to be mad when he's giving you something else to think about lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ If you're more along the lines of mildly annoyed rather than full on angry, then Mista changes things up and placates you with some pda instead
‧₊˚ ┊ He's, of course, annoying about giving you affection too — for example, ruffling your hair or doing an obnoxiously loud 'mwah!' when he gives you a kiss — which always flusters you despite how much you claim it hate it (you're not fooling anybody bro)
‧₊˚ ┊ He loves it when you're all huffy and petulant instances like this just as much as he does when you're crashing out on him lol (freak behavior fr)
‧₊˚ ┊ In Mista's defense, you're just so much fun to tease and rile up, and you look so so hot while you're at it that he just can't help but get you all hot and bothered — in more ways than one lol
‧₊˚ ┊ Pot (you), meet kettle (Fugo) lol
‧₊˚ ┊ Saying that you and Fugo are two peas in a pod would be an understatement lol (y'all are just like each other fr)
‧₊˚ ┊ Both of you are incredibly easy targets for Narancia and Mista's ragebaiting and you better believe that they both take great pleasure in winding you and Fugo up (in their opinion, boyfriends that get ragebaited together, stay together, so they're kinda doing you two a favor if you really think about it lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ It doesn't even take that much for them to get under your skin, like purposely mispronouncing a word a few times over is enough to send one, if not both of you into a hall of fame crashout
‧₊˚ ┊ You and Fug only feed off of each other's anger, which only ever results in you both getting louder and more aggressive with the target(s) of your ire (you've both gotten into fist fights with Nara and Mista on far too many occasions lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Funnily enough, the two of you rarely ever get mad or argue with earthier, which is nothing short of peak ironic comedy (Mista aptly compares to guys to 'Bert and Ernie if they both had anger issues 'lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, you both know how to calm one another down, which is usually through some affection
‧₊˚ ┊ You love to deny up and down that you hate it when Fugo gets all soft and sweet with you when trying to calm you down, but the way you get all shy when he does says otherwise
‧₊˚ ┊ Don't worry, Fugo is just as in denial as you are
‧₊˚ ┊ He is very particular about receiving affection because of his past, but he's comfortable enough with you that it doesn't bother him why you hold his hand or kiss his cheek in an effort to calm him down
‧₊˚ ┊ Fugo will, of course, claim that he 'doesn't need to be coddled like a baby' but, that doesn't stop him from flushing as red as a strawberry when you show him a little pda (what can he say? he's just a man who's down bad for his boyfriend lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Nine times out of ten, Narancia is the one triggering your anger issues
‧₊˚ ┊ You love him, but boy does he get on your fucking nerves sometimes — well, all the time lol (he's just a silly little guy, so you can't stay mad at him for too long)
‧₊˚ ┊ Narancia doesn't mean to make you mad, it just… happens
‧₊˚ ┊ It doesn't take much to get you annoyed, which your poor poor boyfriend knows all too well
‧₊˚ ┊ Not only do Nara's goofy ass antics get on your nerves from time to time, but so does Mista's criminally unfunny jokes, and Fugo's irritating nitpicking (literally everything sets you off, which is honestly so really tbh)
‧₊˚ ┊ When you're mad — like, really mad — Narancia goes into full-on kicked puppy mode in an attempt to save himself from your wrath, because he knows that all he has to do is pout his lips and bat his eyes at you to get out of trouble
‧₊˚ ┊ Nara will cling to you and whine cutely about how you're being 'so mean' to him and how he was 'just playing around' — throw in a few sweet pecks where his lips so happen to land and your putty in his hands (he's using his cuteness for evil lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ He admittedly really enjoys it when you get all soft and sweet on him in these moments, so you might find him using his cutiepie powers on you when you're in a perfectly good mood (you can't be mad at him for wanting to be all lovey-dovey with his boyfriend, can you?)
‧₊˚ ┊ You can complain and pretend you don't like it all you want, but he's clocked you tea and will occasionally — when he's feeling bold — will call you out on it (he'll shit his ass up if he senses you getting mad again lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ While Narancia has learned to game the system and keep you from getting too mad at him, he loves the moments when he can get you to let your anger go and be affectionate with him (he's a loverboy fr)
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh boy, Giorno is definitely an… interesting case
‧₊˚ ┊ Because of his upbringing, Giorno knows how to handle anger and that's by shutting down and going quiet (send my boy to therapy please)
‧₊˚ ┊ He's also very observant because of the turbulent household he grew up in, so he knows what sets you off better than you do
‧₊˚ ┊ Giorno is calm and quiet for the most part, so he'll rarely ever be the one to make you angry (he's a sweet angel that can do no wrong fr)
‧₊˚ ┊ That, of course, means that the rest of the gang are the ones responsible for making you angry
‧₊˚ ┊ The one that gets on your nerves the most is, naturally, Abbacchio due to his very obvious distaste for your boyfriend
‧₊˚ ┊ Now, Giorno doesn't really care what Abba thinks of him, but you won't stand for the snarky comments and sly remarks (you don't play when it comes to your man lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, Giorno will step in and pull you away from any conflict to help you calm down
‧₊˚ ┊ He, of course, gives you affection to help you relax, but he also mixes in some breathing exercises and other soothing techniques he practices
‧₊˚ ┊ The most common method Giorno will employ is to hold you close, rest his forehead against yours, and have you take deep breathes with him
‧₊˚ ┊ Once you've settled a bit, he'll thank you for defending him, but will remind you that it's not necessary (he doesn't want you fighting his battles for him, but he appreciates the sentiment nonetheless)
‧₊˚ ┊ That's when he'll wrap you up in a hug and give you a few kisses to put an end to things (he'll, of course, be whispering soft words of love and affection the whole time bc he's a sweetiepie fr)
‧₊˚ ┊ Your complaining about the affection is honestly so amusing to Giorno, and if he's in a playful mood, then he'll point it out and poke a bit of fun at you (he knows you don't have it in your heart to be all that mad at him lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ You and Giorno lowkey have the high cortisol bf (you) x low cortisol bf (Gio) dynamic that he finds particularly amusing, but he loves you despite having to keep you from decking Abbacchio every other day (he'd lowkey wants to see it happen, but he can't allow it for the sake of keeping peace within the gang lol)
little ditty inspired by mrapplegate’s big bang fic, which you should go and read!!
It’s been months since accepting the full ride, since declining the full-time position at the Zoldyck estate, since unpacking that first box and finding a hidden treasure inside.
Despite the fire in Leorio’s chest that burns when he remembers his resolve to become a top, pro-bono healthcare provider, he can’t help a hotter, more erratic fire that burns deep in the bottom of his stomach every time he looks at that ratty piece of flannel he keeps folded up in the bottom drawer of his nightstand.
And yes, it’s hidden. No way is he taking any shit from Killua for this, he’s just cooled it with the stupid mnemonic from last fucking year.
All this weird, bottled-up longing for the lithe and graceful being that is Illumi Zoldyck has led him to decline many more offers from Silva Zoldyck himself: from an even more lucrative position as a full-time, live-in, very-permanent family doctor to the most spread out of annual checkups on his kids. Anything to keep himself from doing anything stupid in front of Illumi and jeopardizing his entire career.
Which is why he’s not really sure why he’s standing here, in his old office at the estate, trying to keep a blush from rising to his face while Illumi stands in the doorway, scantily-clad as ever.
“Will you just put this shit on? You’re taking literal years off of my life by doing this, Illumi.”
He’s thrusting his pristine lab coat into Illumi’s chest, very much not looking at the delicate lines of his torso. No sir, his eyes are so glued to the floor right now, he could write a very detailed essay on the color and texture of this grout. Just give him the pen and paper, please.
“I don’t have my robe, though,” Illumi responds calmly, holding the lab coat at arm’s length. “This isn’t the same.”
Leorio heaves a sigh. “And nobody told you to do that for me. Just put it on? Please?”
Illumi rolls his eyes but says nothing further, wrinkling his nose as he slides his arms through the white cotton sleeves. He doesn’t button it, but it’s not a distraction. This isn’t a problem. No way.
“So your headaches are back?” Leorio asks, motioning for Illumi to please sit on the examination table so he can at least have his face below eye level. “In his letter, your father really laid it on thick this time about me coming back to see you.”
There’s a moment of silence before Illumi answers. “Not really.” Leorio blinks, wondering why, then, he is here.
“Don’t you think the doctor should be wearing the coat?”
It takes Leorio all of three seconds to process what Illumi’s just said, but it takes Illumi only one to reach forward and pull Leorio into his seat, swapping places with him like it’s his day job to haul bodies around. Leorio tries not to linger on the truth behind that statement.
It’s not like he really can, anyway.
Illumi’s got his hands on either side of Leorio’s neck, his delicate fingers poking and prodding at him gently.
“Illumi. I really don’t think—“
“You were the one who gave me the coat,” Illumi says, cutting him off. “It says Dr. Zoldyck, does it not? Your last name is Paladiknight.”
Leorio gulps. He’s so glad Killua is visiting Gon right now, or he’d never, ever live this down.
“Say ah.” Cold hands make their way to his jaw, tilting his head up and around.
“Ahhhhh.”
This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid! Any second now, Silva Zoldyck is going to walk in, or worse, Hisoka, and Leorio’s life and career will be over.
He feels a pressure on his bottom lip and only then does he realize he’s screwed his eyes shut. The pressure turns into a quick and sharp nip and the hands on his jaw are gone.
“You’re bleeding,” Illumi states plainly, reaching into Leorio’s shirt pocket to remove the handkerchief and press it to his lip.
Leorio struggles to find his words, but for some reason the only stupid thing that rings in his mind is a little voice that giggles and says, “Oh, oh oh…!”
“I’m keeping this, then.”
Leorio can’t silence the voice in his head quick enough to respond before Illumi is sauntering out of his office, buttoning up the white doctor’s coat as he does.
“But your headaches!” he calls down the hall once he’s collected himself enough to form coherent thoughts.
Illumi doesn’t turn to respond, but his voice floats back to Leorio lazily, “All better.”
Just read the 2025 pride comic for Monster High, and I love Valentine so much, he's so adorable with Spelldon
How am I supposed to survive reading when he's fighting a punching bag for Spell? He likely thought it was the magic eating shadow, or just thought it was too close to his boyfriend. I definitely think (hope) it was the second option, because it's just super plausible.
On the other hand, Spelldon is genuinely my favorite character in the monster high univers.
All he did was kiss his boyfriend's cheek and he's all flustered (so is Valentine, but this isn't about him). He definitely just did it thinking it was natural, yet he was still so flustered about it.
It's so adorable how he runs to a separate room, and forgets how to open the door to the room.
On top of how sweet and adorable he is with Valentine, he is also extremely patient with Val and their relationship. He even worried about weather Valentine didn't feel the same way.
Like, Spell, babes, he feels the same, don't be anxious about him not loving you back.
Honestly, I don't understand why anyone could ever dislike Spelldon. He's such a sweet boy.
How could one hate that face :(
In all honesty, this post was definitely just because I have so much to say, but my brothers don't know what I'm talking about. Crazy if you made it this far into my shenanigans, thank you sm.
@lalallalas-posts, come to the light side with me, I beg (unless you don't like Monster High).
i wanted to draw a spelldon vers like i even named the file "valentine and spelldon baking my bf into a cookie' and when i went to work on spelldon i didnt even make it past the sketch phase bro so there's only a valentine vers lol :3
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