#rampantresistor

[milkakira]

C1 with Illuso, please?

sneaaaaaky

[dokidoki-tae]

Imagine one of the La Squadra boys tries to send a dick pic/sexy video to someone they're interested in and it actually gets sent to one of the other boys/the whole gang. (Results vary on who sent the stuff) 🤣

Risotto: doesnt responds

Prosciutto: -calls to lecture sender-

Pesci: I think you got the wrong person...

Formaggio: dude...wrong person

Illuso: thank you for making blackmailing you easier (wont say to ris)

Melone: thank you, amore 😘💕

Ghiaccio: DONT SEND ME THIS SHIT AGAIN!!

Sorbet: you're so small

Gelato: ahahahhaahha

[notmassimosdiary]

💦?

[bd-melone]

Melone, what was it like when Babyface made its first satellite stand? Would you say you ready for the responsibilities of fatherhood?

Even though Junior/Juniors are just homunculus, they feel emotion, they’re still children, no matter how long they’re around for or what they were made for.

My stand was reflected off my childhood, my constant wishing for loving parents.

While I may have not been fully prepared, after that first time i’ve done everything I could to give my Juniors the care they need while they’re here, such as teaching them.

(Mod note: the baby face screen says “are you papa?”)

[daily-gappy]

Yo yo, who's your ultimate bro in Morioh?~

Mikitaka

[milkakira]

request #1: @rampantresistor asked for cutie pie Reimi!

[dokidoki-tae]

If I can suggest one for the drabble prompt, would you mind doing either #18 (“That was kind of hot.”) or #76 (“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”) for Forsciutto? (I can't get enough of this ship.)

The rest of the team had gone on their own separate missions leaving Prosciutto and Formaggio to have a day off and nothing to do. Prosciutto didn’t have Pesci to look after since Pesci and Illuso were on a mission together. On a normal day, Prosciutto would call up one of the many contacts in his little leather pocket notebook, but he had been exhausted and burned out from the number of missions lately. He needed a day to let his hair down and relax. 

Formaggio had planned to head out to a party nearby but seeing Prosciutto watching tv with such a weary and fatigued face adviced him to stay in and keep his buddy company. They weren’t best friends, no one on the team was or at least they wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he and Prosciutto got along well enough. Formaggio dodged Prosciutto’s uptight attitude and comments with ease and humor.

Prosciutto lit a cigarette when Formaggio plopped down next to him, making Prosciutto and his hand unstable and nearly hit himself with the lighter. Formaggio ignored the Prosciutto’s glare, choosing to make himself comfortable spreading his legs to mirror Prosciutto’s and made their knees touch, and he hung his hands over the couch.

“Why are you here?” Prosciutto questioned after a long drag of his cig, clearly annoyed. “It’s my day off. Scram!” Prosciutto spat.

“Aw. Come on, man. Don’t be like that,” Formaggio groaned. “I just wanted to keep you company. Ain’t that nice of me,” Formaggio turned slightly to flash Prosciutto a mocking grin. Prosciutto frown deepened and the vein of on his forehead become more prominent.

Prosciutto took another long drag of his cigarette, turned, and blew the smoke straight in Formaggio’s face, who did not flinch, his smirk only grew.

“No one asked you, Formaggio,” Prosciutto stared down his comrade.

“That was kind of hot,” Formaggio confessed, “you do that to everyone or am I the only one lucky?”

Prosciutto’s rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the tv as Formaggio laughed to himself, finding Prosciutto’s reacting entertaining. It was worthwhile to stay in with the uptight blond than go out. 

The rest of the night was spent in comfortable silence, Prosciutto’s face had finally relaxed again, going back to its tired and weary state. Formaggio could make out the wrinkles on his face when he snuck glances at the blond. Prosciutto almost always had a scowl on his face, so one wouldn’t notice the obvious aging the stress of this job was causing him. 

Poor guy, Formaggio thought.

“What?” Formaggio was brought out of his thoughts by Prosciutto’s harsh voice after catching the ginger looking at him AGAIN. “What do you want? Why do you keep looking at me?” Prosciutto demanded.

“AH.” How would Formaggio explain without coming off as weird? “You look old.” He said without thinking and watched as the vein appeared on Prosciutto’s forehead again.

“Cause I am old, you moron,” Prosciutto bared his teeth out of annoyance, making his overbite more noticeable. 

“Nah,” Formaggio brushed off, “it’s ‘cause you’re so uptight,” Formaggio remarked. Prosciutto blinked at him, anger dissipating too tired to get any angrier. 

“I just wanted to relax and now…” Prosciutto rubbed his temple, mumbling to himself. “It’s a stressful job, Formaggio. What do you expect?” The conversation took an unexpected and serious turn. 

“Yeah, but you can’t let it eat away at you. You’re letting it kill your spirit, man.” Formaggio argued. They had a short time on earth before they kick the bucket, he’d be damned to spend his moments stressing over things like paperwork and shit. He was gonna kill and live. That’s how it should be for them.

“We can’t afford to half-ass anything, Formaggio.” 

“Who said anything about half-assing things. All I said is that you need to relax and not let things get to you,” Formaggio defended. People always saw him as incompetent at his job because of what he chose to prioritize, but he just knew what was more important. 

“If we relaxed, what if we lost someone,” Prosciutto whispered to himself, but Formaggio caught what was said.

“If you’re worried, don’t be, man,” Formaggio moved closer and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’re tough, ain’t nothing happening to us,” Formaggio reassured. Prosciutto turned, staring straight into Formaggio’s emerald eyes filled with confidence. They stayed like, slowly leaning in, lips ghosting over each other and-

“We’re back!” Melone announced slinging the door open to bang against the wall causing Formaggio and Prosciutto to jerk away from each other quickly. With Melone was Ghiaccio who screamed at Melone to not be so loud.

“Shut the fuck up, Melone or else the neighbors are going to complain again,” Ghiaccio quickly turned his attention to Formaggio and Prosciutto sensing something was off.

“What the hell is up with you two?” Ghiaccio raised a brow with Melone turning his attention to them as well. Prosciutto cleared his throat and indicated nothing was wrong; they were just caught off guard.

“Uh huh,” Ghiaccio accepted though didn’t believe but left it alone. Melone and Ghiaccio had left to get cleaned up, mentioning joining the blond and ginger when they were done.

Once again alone, the air was tense and awkward before Formaggio started laughing loudly at what just occurred.

“Y-you should have seen your face,” Formaggio laughed, wiping a tear away. “Shit man, it was hilarious!’ Formaggio burst out laughing harder. Prosciutto fought back a smile before succumbing to his own hearty laugh. Laughter filled the room until it was out of their system.

Not much was said while they waited for Ghiaccio and Melone, choosing to give their attention to the tv, but now Prosciutto was the one glancing at Formaggio’s concentrated face.

“Like what you see?” Formaggio teased with a smirk, turning to catch Prosciutto in the act. Prosciutto rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his smile. 

“Thanks for spending time with me,” Prosciutto appreciated, showing a rare side of the blond. Formaggio eyes widened and mouth gaped in surprise, quickly replaced with an appreciative grin. 

“No problem, man.” Formaggio went quiet, turning his attention back to the tv. But he couldn’t stop himself from saying one last thing. “You know, you’re kinda uptight and annoying sometimes, but… I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” Formaggio confessed quickly, turning further to hide the pink tint on his cheeks.

For the first time, Prosciutto couldn’t find the right words to say back. 

Not too long after, Melone and Ghiaccio made themselves comfortable alongside Prosciutto and Formaggio, leaving the two mean to ponder what their relationship in silence. 

[dokidoki-tae]

Shae, please take photoshop away from me.

I want and need them to top me. Pls keep using photoshop