#abbacchio angst

[beneathashadytree]

LEONE ABBACCHIO MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Home (oneshot)

Slow Hands (oneshot)

Unconditionally (hcs)

Unmasked (hcs)

Clumsy Love (hcs)

Lean on Me (hcs)

[kindajared]

number 19 with abbacchio ?

(Hhhh, big tiddy goth baby)

You knew him. At least you though you did.In this moment, you were somewhat scared. You couldn’t do it anymore. You truly believed that you no longer loved him, but there was a chance that you still did. The last thing you wanted to do was lie to him though.

“A-Abbachio....I just don’t want this anymore. I don’t feel like I used to.”

Yoi pressed you lips together as you awated a reply.

“What happened? What did I do? How did I fuck up?”

He asked, arms out to his sides as he scolded you. You cowered at the sound of his voice. He approached you when you didn’t give him a reply and you moved away from him, shaking your head.

“Don’t make this harder for me. Don’t make it worse.”

He stopped in place before replying.

“Hard for you? Hard for YOU?”

His eyes were on the verge of wild. You began to shake. He was quick to grab your arms and you tried to pull away, pushing at him.He steadied his voice as best he could.

“Cara, you don’t have to leave me...you don’t have to.”

He went to kiss your neck but you pushed his face away, pulling yourself away from him. He managed to grab your bicep tightly.

“Let me touch you. Let me fucking touch you.”

Your chest tightened and your eyes widened. You looked to him, frightened.

“Leone...”

He could hear the fear in your voice and he let go of your arm, ready to fall to pieces. He balled his fists and grit his teeth.

“Fine. If you want to leavem you can leave. Fuck if I care...Fuck...”

He looked away from you. It hurt, all of this hurt. You lingered a little longer so that you could look at him before you left, leaving him to dwell in all the hurt you had just caused him.

He would continue to hurt for a very long time.

[sainteggu]

*:･ﾟ✧

[kindajared]

Okeyy but 16 with Abbachio or ♠️ with Prociutto wouldn't just be 👌

(HHHH)

“I told you. No.”

You reminded Abbachio and he looked away from you. He felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. There’s no way this was happening. No fucking way you were leaving him. You didn’t know what you were doing, You were being stupid...that’s what he thought.

“Alrught then...”

He let out an exasperated sigh before he looked at you. He toook steps towards you and you looked at him suspiciously. He took ahold of your face with both of his hands. You couldn’t help but meet his face.

“...Just one more time...let me fucke you one more time...”

He spoke firmly. You scoffed and smacked  his hands away, pushing him.

“Really? That’s what you have to say?”

Your heart felt as though it could fail. You grit your teeth and shook your head.

“Fuck you, Abbacchio, how dare you?”

You huffed before sipping up your coat.

“Have a nice life, Leone...”

You left.

(AND HAM SAMMICH)

“Stop it! Stop!”

You tried to hold onto Prosciutto’s shoulders from behind as he knocked various things off of the table. You slid your hands down to his biceps and squeezed tightly.

“Look at me! Look!”

You raised your voice to get his attention. He stopped what he was doing; totally still. He finally turned to you, glare causing you to tremble. You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t talk when he was looking at you life that.

“Who is it, (Y/N)? I’ll fucking GUT them.”

He reached up and took ahold of the sides of your face. You let out a shaky breath. You swallowed.

“You don’t know them...if I tell you-,”

“I’ll fucking kill them.”

He interrupted. That’s the last think you wanted him to say. You shook your head and pulled his hands away from your face.

“Please-I need you to stop this.”

Your words made Prosciutto growl. He was losing it and you felt helpless.

“I’ll stop when you tell me who it is.”

He wasn’t going to stop asking. You furrowed your brows.

“I won’t.”

Yoi were standing your ground. You were surprised to see Prosciutto smile then. He leaned upwards.

“Alright. You fucking win.”

His posture was stiff, his whole body flexed. You let out a breath.

“Please...let this go...will you?”

You asked him, placing your hand against his back. He didn’t turn to look at you.

“No promises.”