I'm a younger sibling so I'm very good at it but he's also Italian so maybe things like breaking spaghetti to fit in a small pot, mispronouncing words (Venice) and other small things
Bonus if the rest of la squadra has to hold him back for causing too much damage and the reader also rage baits them too (tho some wouldn't fall for it)
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Rage Baiting Ghiaccio - Ghiaccio x Reader
A/N - I keep accidentally making these border on romantic LMAO so pls tell me when you guys would prefer it to be platonic in your asks, I can't help it I love a yearning man. I FUCKINNNGG LOVE GHIIA, my apologies 🍒 anon... It slipped out. Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it! <3
♡ Fluff ♡
Word Count - 1500
Your soft melodic humming gives him more peace than he would ever admit, laying on the couch with tired eyes after a rough mission as he breathes deeply trying to forget all about the tense in his body.
“Do you want something to eat Ghia?”
A dazed hum on his lips, you can tell he just wants to crash where he is but the adrenalin is still flickering through his body as he glares up at the ceiling.
“Can I touch you?”
That’s what snaps him out of his overthinking, the annoyance in him shuddering to a stop as he frowns and looks at you as you stand above him, sitting up slightly in suspicion.
“It’s not a trick, you’re stressed. Let me help?”
His eyes narrow further when you sit where his head was, gaze following you as you hold your hand out towards him, a gentle tug for him to lay down on you.
He glances from your face to your lap, to your hand and then back up as if it was all just some elaborate plot that you would smother him the second he relaxes.
He eventually huffs and lays his head on your thighs anyway, your fingers immediately curling into his hair and messing it up gently, nails dragging across his scalp making his eyes flutter closed.
Maybe he wouldn’t mind if you smothered him.
It takes less than a minute for him to slip into a soft sleep, your fingers still running through his hair dragging him into more relaxation than he’s felt all week on that dumb mission, the rest of the team causing more issues when they try to piss him off for fun.
You do too.
Maybe even more than the others, but the gentle reverence in your touches to calm him after a tough mission makes it suddenly feel all worth it.
Your hand is still in his hair when he wakes, gentle voice making his brows furrow lightly as he blinks the sleep from his eyes.
You’re reading to him…
“...Thank you.”
Your voice cuts off mid sentence, his tone softer than you usually hear, a thanks on his lips as he looks away from you with a soft blush.
“It was nothing, you want me to keep reading?”
“What is it?”
You’d taken his glasses off when he’d fallen asleep before placing them gently on the side of the couch, your fingers curl back around them as you hand them back to him.
“The merchant of Venice.”
He doesn’t notice immediately, still softly dazed as his hand brushes yours when he takes his glasses before freezing with a tired glare up at you.
“Venezia.”
“Hmm… It says Venice right here.”
He’s surprisingly not as annoyed as you thought he would be, a tiny twitch of his lips as he huffs and refuses to move from your soft warmth, letting your little goad go for the time being.
“It’s still Venezia.”
“You’re splitting hairs, Ghia.”
His eyes flutter closed again when you start playing with his hair again, an annoyed sigh on his lips but not wanting to move.
“What would be the point of splitting a hair. That doesn’t make sense, it’s just cutting hair... You can’t split them.”
“My split ends say otherwise.”
“I’ll gag you.”
You can tell that he’s still relaxed for the time being but it’ll turn quick if you keep pushing him, a soft mischievous grin on your lips as you tug his hair lightly.
“You want something to eat? I’ll make us some pasta.”
You hear the door softly unlock as you wait for the water to boil, Ghiaccio resting his head on his hand as he watches you, still tired.
“Oh thank god. Y/N I love you, please feed me.”
“Wait, me too!”
Formaggio and Melone slinking through the door as you glance up towards them, they really picked a terrible time to come home.
“You can feed yourselves.”
Risotto looked exhausted with the two men as he clicked the door shut, a gentle nod to you as he sat on the chair next to Ghiaccio with a stressed exhale.
“But they’re already cooking, what’s the issue with…”
Melone’s voice cuts off immediately in horror as all 4 men stare at you, the sound of pasta snapping shattering the calm in the room.
“Y/N… What are you doing?”
Formaggio’s voice barely a whisper as you hum while breaking spaghetti in half as you place it in the pot to boil, you don’t need to turn to see Ghiaccio’s expression, seconds away from diving over the counter at you.
He’s told you dozens of times to stop.
You do it to piss him off anyway.
“I’m leaving. Do not destroy the kitchen.”
You turn to them as Risotto stands up, jaw tense as he tries not to fall for your baiting, the other men barely even realising you’re trying to annoy them.
“Making pasta? The pan isn’t big enough…”
“Y/N. We have bigger pans.”
A hiss through clenched teeth as Ghiaccio glares at you from over the table, control slipping slightly when you grin and lean on the counter.
“It tastes the same…”
Your grin widens as Melone shakes his head at you, a warning.
Fear.
Knowing you were about to hammer the last nail into your coffin, your eyes twinkle as you lean your head on your hand with a saccharine smile.
“Don't have a cow, Ghiaccio.”
The other two men move away immediately when Ghiaccio stands so fast the chair tips and hits the floor with a loud crash.
Both men stepping back further, not wanting to get in the way of his anger, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as he glares down at you. You don’t even move.
“Y/N.”
“Ghiaccio.”
Your voice is sweet as you sing his name, looking up at him like he isn’t second away from hitting you with something.
“Ghia man, it’s not worth it…”
“Shut up, Formaggio.”
“Yep… Shutting up now.”
His hands raise in surrender as he steps back towards the couch, noticing the book you were reading with a soft look of horror, staring back up at you as you meet his eyes. Your smile widening as you figure out how to work it into his anger.
You turn away from Ghiaccio as he breathes out, eyes closed as he tries to calm himself, your gentle voice making him snap his eyes open again with a glare aimed at you.
“I hate how long water takes to boil.”
“Don’t say it, Y/N…”
Melone tries to help you before noticing Ghia’s fury and moving away in a panic as he watches you turn to him with a giggle slipping from your lips.
“But you know what they say... A watched pot never boils.”
He’s fast.
You bolt away as soon as you see the way his hands clench, trying to run to your room before he can catch you. You aren’t lucky.
And you aren't as fast as he is.
You squeal as he grabs you, pinning you to the floor under him as you giggle and try to writhe your way out of his grip.
He looks furious, his knees keeping your hands against your body as he sits on your stomach, there's a beat of silence where you both stare at each other, breathing heavily as his anger coils around him.
He looks furious.
You know he wouldn’t hurt you… You think.
A little giddy laugh falling from your lips makes him pause for a second, swallowing hard as he grounds himself, forcing the anger to still before he actually hurts you.
“Would you ever take me to Paris?”
“Paris.”
You grin as he corrects your pronunciation through gritted teeth, your eyes glancing over at Formaggio in betrayal as he throws a pillow next to him from the couch, Ghiaccio’s face lighting up with a terrifying smirk as he picks it up.
“Say it.”
A gentle giggle falls for your lips before you swallow nervously, chest shuddering as fear mixes into your excitement.
“...Paris.”
Formaggio immediately regrets giving him something to hit you with, your little squeals filling the room as he decimates you with the pillow, both men watching in horror as you laugh under him, begging him to spare you while you try to wiggle free.
“Uh… Should we do something?”
“Do you want to get in Ghia's way when he’s pissed?”
“Melone, he’s either gonna break that pillow or Y/N gets murdered with the shittiest weapon ever, dying to a pillow is not a cool way to go.”
They both agree silently to spare you from Ghiaccio’s assault, pulling him off of you as they de-pillow him, all 3 of them looking down at you in mild horror.
You’re still grinning.
You look happier than they’re seen you, maybe ever, even with your hair completely a mess and cheeks flaming from laughing so hard.
Ghiaccio looks half like he wants to keep hitting you and half horrified that you enjoyed it.
Dressing him up as Ghostface? Get prepared for him to constantly run away from you so he can be caught stalking you from afar. He definitely gets his own voice changer and calls you multiple times using it- "babe you're supposed to ignore my contact popping and just play along with my murder games"- grabs you from behind and fucks you up against a wall/tree outside of your apartment
Dressing him up as Freddy? Get ready for him to tie you up (with expensive silk ties) as he teases your body with the blades attached to his knuckles- cuts the clothes off of your body, and eventually cuts you loose from your bindings to fuck you dumb on his cock- but don't worry at one point he grabs the discarded silk tie and uses it to gag you while he bounces you on his dick
This is so fucking dirty of you Anon, coming at me with this shit, oh my Lord! It is like you are trying to ruin my underwear and derail my day! I am holding your shoulders and looking right in your eyes as I tell you, so sincerely, thank you.
