MOSTLY LA SQUADRA HEADCANNONS

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[zyettemoon18000]

Hey, not sure if you have the login anymore, but I hope you are doing well! I moss the sorlato content

Hi, I'm not on here as much as I used to be because of college, work and other stuff. However since my break is coming up I do plan on being back

[buggyscellmate-deactivated20250]

Yandere Sorbet and Gelato x new member

Like at first they were trying to get under the new member's skin just to see how tough they really are, however after a few months they start to actually like the member. However, the member is scared of them because of all the pranks and stuff they would do to them.

Yan! Sorlato x Reader who is now scared of them

TW: Yandere, bullying, paranoia

First of all, they thought their pranks were hilarious and that you could definitely handle them. However, they weren’t too concerned if you couldn’t because then at least they could toughen you up.

Sorbet mostly did it for the fact that he didn’t like the idea of just anyone joining La Squadra and thinking that they’re hot shit or something now. They would have to prove themselves to him more than some of the other members.

Gelato did it because pranks are just something he finds humorous and he has a bad habit of pushing people to see how far he could go. He found messing with you to be something he loved to do, making it his daily entertainment.

The couple loved the idea of humiliating you in front of the others with their pranks, loving the way your eyes would get that look of despair that you tried to hide as the contents of the bucket that fell on you ruined your new outfit.

They also made a bad habit of messing with your food by putting ridiculous amounts of salt or anything that would ruin it in the dish. Then there was when they’d “accidentally” drop it while they went through the fridge.

Nothing is sacred when these two prank you, going as far as sneaking and rifling through your belongings when you weren’t around. If you have a diary or journal, it accidentally ends up in the living room for everyone to see and read through.

If Gelato is feeling mean enough, he’ll even get Sorbet to read it out loud to the other members. All your intimate thoughts and feelings being read aloud without any regard to your feelings.

Needless to say, a lot of these pranks went too far and made you borderline paranoid while you stayed at the base which you didn’t do for long seeing as you moved out less than a week after the diary incident since you couldn’t bear the idea of looking everyone else in the face.

After you’ve been gone for a while, the couple would grow bored and eventually even miss the small interactions you had when they weren’t tormenting you.

Now that you’re gone they mostly see you when there are meetings and missions, though at this point they no longer wanted to do their little pranks, it wasn’t funny anymore.

The first to take notice of how you actively avoid them whenever you’re all in a group setting is Sorbet, frowning every time you immediately take the seat farthest from them or refuse to make eye contact. That doesn’t stop the socially oblivious Gelato from approaching you however, trying to make conversation like nothing happened.

After a while of you being very short with the both of them and excusing yourself is when they both realize that you’re actually scared of them. Especially the way you flinched when Gelato put his hand on your shoulder.

It wasn’t long after that when they’d come to the realization that they both had romantic feelings toward you, the way they’d missed you, how they wanted to spend more time with you. So Gelato would probably go out of his way to make the first move, Sorbet doing so not long after.

Expect to have various flowers, love letters, and expensive gifts dropped off at your doorstep for you to find every morning. Soon enough your living room will be filled with chocolates, sweets, and gifts all the time.

[hottopantsu]

Poly Sorlato x reader: First meeting and general fluff headcanons

(AN: I love writing for La Squadra so please send more requests of any characters<3)

ʚ♡⃛ɞ ʚᄋɞ ꒰ა♡໒꒱

-When you first were introduced to the team two individuals caught your attention straightway; Sorbet and gelato.

-You also caught the eye of the couple. In their own way, they introduced themselves to you in a very flirty way. Their arms which were wrapped around each other were now wrapped around you, their mouths which were now very close to your ear whispered out a small introduction.

-After seeing you freeze up and instantly blush at their words they both looked at each other and smirked teasingly.

-Soon enough, the three of you grew closer and. Amongst each other Sorbet and Gelato talked about their feelings towards you.

-You also caught feelings for the two of them growing nervous each time seeing them.

-Eventually, enough was enough and Sorbet and Gelato needed to tell you their feelings toward you.

-The two of them then confessed and after you admitted your feelings to the two just responded by wrapping an arm around you and giving you a soft, yet passionate kiss on the cheek.

-Gelato is more clingy than sorbet but both love physical affection so they’ll be a lot of that in the relationship.

-At night the three of you share a bed. Mostly either Gelato or you in the middle.

-They like to both cuddle into you like a little sandwich breathing softly against your skin.

-Overall, the relationship between the three of you is amazing and they want you to make you as comfortable and happy as possible <3

[malibusmoke-deactivated20250808]

La Squadra Headcanons-

Sorbet & Gelato

note: My headcanon's for the gay icecream dads

tw: none, unless you're afraid of Rats or Italians

Gay dads with a side hobby of sadistic torture and murder

Have to be on hit missions together, the two of them refuse to work without one another

Gel has a massive sweet tooth, so Sorbet used some of his free time to learn to bake even though he personally doesn't like sweet things

Gelato's jacket is too big for him because it was actually Sorbet's. Gelato steals a lot of his clothes, but kept this one because Sorbet decided he looked cute in it

Sorbet didn't like his name, he let Gel pick it because he wanted to be matching, on tha subject: A lot of matching things. Nail polish, Pfp, group names, tattoos ect:

Sorbet is very much Gelato's Enabler

Sorbet and Gelato don't have stands that we know the abilities, and I feel theyre not great at combat, of so:

Sorbet: His stand prevents him from ever being tied up. Ropes ect: can't do shit to him.

Gelato: Can never be cut, knives and blades don't affect him.

Gossip while painting eachothers nails, Illuso, Pros and Melone join them. Very much a neighbourhood mom gossip squad

Sorbet is from Russia. He move to Italy after serving in the army, probably a demolitions expert & hated learning Italian because of how different the languages were

Gelato mother was from the Ukraine, and his family moved to Italy with his Neapolitan father when he turned 9

Gelato has pet Rats called Clyde and Bonnie

[twary]

2/2 ) sorry ran out of room ; v ; ) but yes I’m just wondering if you could do a kinda soft tender scenario with sorbet & gelato with their s/o playing this new album for the, they haven’t heard it yet and I’m just. Super soft for them thank you so much sorry for rambling to much aa

Ice-cream love

I just love that request, it's so soft and-🥺🥺🥺

Hope you like it, and sorry for the late reply, I was really busy lately, hope you don't mind!

TW: Neutral reader, fluff

"Whaaaat? you don't wanna us to hear the new album?!" Gelato asks with a disappointed face.

"At least not yet." (Y/N) already was waiting for that kind of reaction, specially from Gelato.

"Then when?" Sorbet is a little annoyed that he have to wait.

"Don't worry, soon enough you two will be listening it! I must hurry now, don't forget about our dinner!" You wave your hand while leaving the room.

Oh, thar was 3 long months! You have put so much effort on it! Especially 'cause it is a little gift for your two lovers, Sorbet and Gelato. These two mean everything to you, and what better way to express it than a love song? That is not hard for you! The real hard thing is keeping it secret from your lovers...You wanna show it to them so bad! Like, they deserve so much!

Three months ago you were supposed to write songs for your new album, but just can't get inspired...Nothing gives you motivation but them. Since the beginning they always have cheered you up! Now that you're famous, you barely have time for them and that makes you really sad...But now you have a little plan.

The whole album is for them, is about them. Your heart is on every music, on every single word. You have spended so much time on making everything perfect!

Now you are heading out for the studio, today was the final day, the album was ready, you just have to see some details and that is it.

You stayed all the day in there, reviewing each and every detail.

7PM, is about dinner time, you are heading back home, where you know that they are waiting for you, they just don't know that they are going to have a little gift from you.

When you arrive, nothing is out of usual. The two of them welcome you with a lovely expression.

The dinner was already in the table.

When everyone is ready to eat you clear your throat:

"Can you wait a little bit? I have something for you two."

They just stare into each other with a surprised face. Your barely have time for them and even with a new album coming you managed to give something for them?

You take a deep breath, close your eyes and start singing.

The night is warm and cozy, you can feel your voice softly surrounding the dinner room, your eyes still closed.

When the song ends everything is quiet.

"I named the album 'Ice-cream love'..."

When you finally open your eyes, you immediately spots Gelato crying.

"I...I can't belive it, you made a whole album about us?" The boy holds Sorbet's hands.

"(Y/N), you are just perfect for us." Sorbet is trying to keep his cool and you can easily see it.

Both of them wasn't expecting to hear the album right here and now.

"I'm sorry for not being able to spend more time with you two...I love you so much...And I wanna the whole word to hear that! I put all of our precious moments on every music and every word. I wanna to make them eternal...Since the beginning you two were always by my side, loving every single detail about me...I just wanna say that you'll always be my love."

Sorbet and Gelato are quiet.

"Sorry for the clingy talk, I just-"

You are Interruped by the two of them hugging you really tigh.

"You're so precious..." Sorbet whispers for you.

"You know we love you with all our heart, don't you?" Gelato's voice is trembling, he is about to cry again.

You can't help but laugh of happiness, every moment spent with they are just priceless.

This will be one more tender moment for you to put on the next album!

Oh God, my love for these two is growing more and more~

They're already have a big space on my heart, but with that request-

Hope you liked it, and once again, sorry for the late reply!

See ya~

[jacks-obsessions]

sorbet and gelatoe 🦶

Sorbet and Gelato are Physical Touch.

This one is very in your face, they are in your face, they want you to cuddle with them after committing murder.

[kotephone-deactivated20220227]

if i'm not too late, 🍃🍎💧 for sorbet and gelato?

no youre not late!! (actually if you guys want you can ask me about s&g anytime, although if it is with a song rec i might take some time to get to it, cause then i need to get In The Mood first)

🍃 - what is something they value a lot? Sorbet - stability. That's just the main thing for him, that's what he strives for and that's what he always thinks about before making any decisions. Is there too much risk? Is there no safety net? He will hesitate to jump in, then. But stability means nothing if Gelato's not there with him so... I guess he also values love a lot. He values the feeling of safety and the feeling of... home. Of being truly, really loved, no matter what. He didn't have that for his first 23 years of life before he met Gelato. Gelato - personal freedom. The fact that he has choice. In that he is very different from Sorbet. Is there too much risk? Good, he'll take it, then, and see what's going to happen next. He's curious, he wants to live. And thats another thing he values. Love and life. He loves life. He values his happiness of just being there, being alive, and he gets VERY proud of himself that he has found love. He might even brag about it, how some people search for love for their whole life and he, Gelato, has found one, and because of that his life is Paradise, no matter the horrors that may come with his, uh, profession and lifestyle. 🍎 - where were they born? answered in another post >:3c but i can write it here: Sorbet's from Northern Italy (Alpes region), Gelato is from Naples 💧 - what must someone do to earn their trust? also in another post/answer!!

[tenthgrove-deactivated20251217]

I headcanon Sorbet as being a really good baker though he hasnt got a sweet tooth (mostly bakes because Gelato is a sugar addict) so honestly I wouldn't surprised if he made the wedding cake

Yes!!! I hc them both as excellent cooks though Gelato's tastes mostly only appeal to himself. Your wedding with the pair would have to be small scale anyway since it's well, illegal so it wouldn't surprise me at all if he made the cake.

Also I hc Pesci as a good baker. Not amazing but good enough to look good in that heartfelt non-professional way. He would probably make the cake himself too and while it wouldn't be anything spectacular, it would still be quite pretty and absolutely delicious.

[sunflower-dreamboat]

some sappy sorlato headcanons because i am in an incredibly soft mood tonight

- sorbet has nightmares more frequently than gelato, and is more likely to be woken by them. when he wakes up, gelato holds him until he feels calm and is able to fall asleep again

- sorbet likes playing with gelato's hair

- they gossip while they help each other paint their nails

- if gelato is getting worked up, sorbet takes him for walks in the woods near their house and they go and sit by the stream. it's really calming for gelato, and sorbet knows this

- gelato has a lot to say about his garden and how he tends it, and sorbet always listens completely

- on each of their anniversaries, they plant a flower in the grass outside their house

- they reccommend books and music to each other because they have similar tastes

- they taught themselves how to dance simply so they could dance together. neither of them are amazing at it, but they love dancing with each other regardless. sorbet enjoyed learning a lot more than he thought he would

[tenthgrove-deactivated20251217]

(Pregnancy cw)

Okay but we need to talk about the ice cream boys with a pregnant S/O.

They’re just like… made for this. Already so paternal even though this technically their first child. It’s like they’re already settled in as dads the moment your test comes positive.

Not that you have to stress as much as the average parent anyway, with three parents to split the workload between. And imagine them holding you between them at night once you get to the point it’s hard to stay comfy, massaging you to sleep and letting you use them as your own personal body pillows.

[writingatsunrise]

A Perfect Addition

Sorbet x Gelato x Reader (JJBA)

Request/Commission Info: A 4000 word piece detailing a reader's interactions with Sorbet and Gelato from first meeting to the boss' investigation.

Content Warnings: Knife/Blood Play, Polygamy

***

The evening had been busy. People crowded through the streets with a buzz of excitement now that the day’s heat had been warded off. They became formless groups that merged into the background. None of them were important to notice.

But you stood out. Not to many but to the right ones.

It had been a hot day. Every step dug into the blisters forming on your heels and made the muscles along your back ache. With your head up, you marched towards your destination regardless. You slipped between the crowds with only a small avoidance of your right side betraying your pain.

Only one noticed you, bringing the other’s attention to you with a soft whisper. They watched until they couldn’t anymore, continuing with their job.

You had been graced with several features that made you Gelato’s type. Sorbet hadn’t been as sure but when you’d winced, his interest grew.

They would have approached you – thirds weren’t unusual for them, though the new party never survived the encounter. Risotto had, in an action they believed to be too soft-hearted, banned unnecessary killings, however. They respected him enough to follow through with it and took his reasoning of remaining inconspicuous.

But when fate brought you together once more… well, it changed things.

Sorbet muttered a curse when the hotel room proved itself to be empty. An assassination required knowledge of where your target was hiding and every single path they’d taken had come up with nothing.

If they failed this mission then the boss was going to have even more reasons to lower their already dismal pay.

“Melone –“

“Yes?!” Melone snapped. His nerves were on edge as he dug through the cupboards and suitcases he could find.

Sorbet watched him with an unimpressed expression. What good was Melone’s ridiculously creepy ability if he didn’t have any DNA to use? Sorbet had always thought it to be useless and this encounter was only proving his point.

He used the barrel of his gun to peer out at the street below. Despite gunshots being fired, he caught no glimpse of law enforcement.

“Hurry it up,” he said. “Even if they’re on Passione’s payroll, you know those pigs have to show up eventually.”

“I know! Let me deal with the room and go get me a host!”

Sorbet’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at being ordered around. Listening to Risotto was enough of a pain without the other idiots he worked with thinking they could also bark commands. He considered retorting but that could be saved for a later time.

For now, he stepped from the room and glanced along the deserted hall.

Everybody, both in the hotel and outside, was on edge. The gunshots had created a nervous environment and nobody remained isolated enough for Sorbet to grab them. It would have been easier if Gelato was with him but, as it was, he stood out too much.

There was only a slight recognition when he first saw you. It was only enough for him to take a second look; watching a strand of hair persistently fall into your face as you peered through the window, trying to see out into the street.

How ironic for you to be looking for a danger when the source watched you patiently.

A small trickle of blood was running down your arm, barely noticeable, but there. Perhaps you had been a little too close to the window when it shattered.

You were standing alone enough that Sorbet could approach without drawing too much attention. No other irritations hovered over your shoulders or gossiped about what it could be.

“Looking for something?”

You startled. Sorbet’s approach had been silent and your nerves were frayed enough that you jumped at your own shadow from time to time.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t intimidating. The sharpness of his features gave him an almost inhuman quality; dark hair and pale skin drawing your focus to very cold eyes that watched you with a slight curiosity. Your every instinct yelled at you in warning about the man who’d spoken to you but you quickly found yourself ignoring them.

“This is going to sound ridiculous and obviously I don’t want to get shot but,” you glanced down at your watch for emphasis, “I have an appointment that I’m going to be really late for if we can’t leave soon. Where are the police?”

He scoffed. “I wouldn’t bother waiting.”

You glanced up at him in confusion. Before you could ask more questions or move away, your bag was unexpectedly torn from your shoulder. Sorbet noticed you were about to scream and reacted with a hand over your mouth.

Melone took no time in digging through your personal effects. Sorbet would never admit it but he hadn’t even noticed the other assassin until you jumped. He needed to be more on his guard.

“Not this one.”

Melone nodded. On a different job, he would have questioned Sorbet’s uncharacteristic comment. He remained distracted enough however that he simply threw your bag back at you and muttered something about the match fitting too well.

Sorbet gave you a sharp look that you took as a warning not to make a sound and released your mouth.

“You have about three minutes,” he said. “Maybe a bit more. See if you can run that fast.”

You disappeared from Sorbet’s mind after that as the target became the focus but, once it was over, he presented your license to Gelato as an offer.

Risotto has wanted them to stop killing their thirds; it didn’t mean that they had to stop having fun. They just had to be careful.

You weren’t stupid. Though the duo weren’t incredibly conspicuous, they were recognisable enough that you could spot them in a crowd. They were together – that much was obvious in their interlaced ankles – but despite their attention being elsewhere in the café, it was clear that they were there for you.

Several things went through your mind. After all, you had encountered one of them at the scene of a crime but surely this wouldn’t be the way they went about killing you.

Panic would have been normal. It very nearly settled in until you made eye contact with the blond. He nudged the third chair at their table a little out; an invite.

One you’d taken.

Sorbet and Gelato had never intended for a deeper attachment to form. Not from your side or from their own. But the more you saw them, the more you found yourself slotting into the space between them like it had been intended for you all along.

They matched each other perfectly and you fitted in with little trouble. When you were together, it became a drug and you craved them more and more as the time went on.

It went past just one night and tumbled into a weekly thing. You got the feeling they were holding back most in several ways without knowing just how unusual that was.

And how it was stranger still when you started seeing them for more than one activity.

From an indulgent gift to one another into an actual part of their lives – neither realised it until you were all in too deep.

You hated how they would often disappear with no communication. They never bothered to explain and, for the longest time, you wouldn’t even mention it. When they showed up at your door after days of silence, you just let them in and pretended that nothing was wrong. It was the same as your pretense about not knowing what they did for work.

But all of that crumbled when a knock on your door woke you at three in the morning.

The pitch blackness of your room had your heartrate speeding up; a horrible lump in your throat as another knock sounded out. Perhaps you should just hide? Make whoever was there think that you weren’t home?

Your heart pounded behind your ears as you slipped from your bed. The floor was cold as you tip toed to your front door. It was dark but you didn’t dare to flip on the lights.

When you saw who it was, the relief was a breath of fresh air. They’d been missing for a whole week and your stress had grown heavy across your shoulders.

You should have checked. With all their warnings, you should have asked questions rather than throwing open the door, but it didn’t matter because you were greeted with the most vulnerable expression you’d ever seen from Gelato.

It was gone within a second as he defaulted back to his usual façade but it was there.

He caught your jaw, providing only a teasing smile before he pulled you into a devastating kiss. Your back was against the wall before your brain could catch up.

The sound of a lock clicking had your attention but Gelato wasn’t about to let you look. Your attempt at breaking the kiss had him pushing hard against you, the back of your head hitting the wall. You whimpered against the ferocity but allowed the demanding attention to capture all of your mind.

Your lungs burned but you only wound your arms around his neck tighter. Who needed oxygen when all of your senses were being dominated by the man in front of you?

When you finally separated, your lips were swollen red and tender enough that you would believe them to be bruised. Your throat was dry but you still craved more though you let Gelato break your hold and step away.

“It’s good to see you.” You said it breathily, still trying to draw air back into your body.

The sentiment was a given but they appreciated it regardless. There was still conflict in their minds – after all, they shouldn’t be at your home.

Not after a bad job when they would normally find solace with only each other.

Sorbet was thinking about it more than his partner. He knew that Gelato had simply decided what he wanted rather than thinking it through but he would never deny him anything like this. Even if it meant drawing you too close to their world for you to recover.

The lights in the hall flickered on and you winced at their brightness.

Now you could see them both and the evidence of where they’d been stood out vibrantly. It wasn’t anything like blood-stained clothes (they both knew that would be pushing it) but the guns they wore were far from hidden. There was a jagged tear on the side of Sorbet’s shirt, showing a large and ugly bruise on his hip.

The silence stretched for a little bit before you broke it with a sigh and an utterance of, “I’m so happy you’re both safe.”

You never asked any questions. If they provided you with information, you wanted it to come from them and, for the first time, they gave it.

“He’s insulting us,” Gelato told you. “The boss, that is. The kind of work he’s giving is nothing more than tedious.”

“It looks dangerous,” you responded. Despite being mostly lost, you glanced at Sorbet’s side to see the bruise.

He waved your concern off. “This is because of sloppiness and nothing else.”

Gelato rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to that! It’s because we were sitting up for like twenty-three hours at a time and waiting for an asshole who already knew we were there! It’s not sloppiness when you can’t even see in a straight line.”

You edged closer to your more silent partner, gently lifting the shirt so you could see the actual size of the injury. It was accompanied by smaller bruises, cuts and scrapes.

“But you both enjoy your work, don’t you?”

“We enjoy the fun parts,” Gelato scoffed. “But there weren’t any of those on this trip either. It was all a waste of time.”

“And I’m betting we’re not getting paid for it either,” Sorbet muttered.

You could understand their frustration if not the situation that surrounded it. The agitation and pent-up energy was heavy in the room. You could feel the restraint they were both holding and it had you feeling a nervous kind of excitement.

“Do you want to use the bathroom upstairs?” you asked. “You can use my bed also and I’ll take the couch.”

Gelato wound his arms around your waist like snakes, burying his face against your throat and nipping at the skin there. “No.”

A flush painted your cheeks as you met Sorbet’s eyes. This was a decision and they were waiting on your choice. Gelato was pressed firmly against your back and his grip was tight but not yet unbreakable. How deep were you willing to fall with the pair? It could easily be your limit – to draw the line with something more normal and, in doing so, set a boundary for where you stood with their life.

Or you could take the step you had so desperately wanted and allow yourself to become wrapped up in every part of them. Take every aspect of their lives in stride as you fell harder and harder for the two.

It barely took you a second to choose and you leaned back into Gelato with a soft sound.

His bites were always hard enough to bruise before but this time, he sunk his teeth in with such pressure that you were sure the skin would break. Your stuttering gasp had both of their attention piquing.

The sound was musical but different to any response they’d drawn from you before. Gelato’s eyes flashed up to meet Sorbet’s, an almost feral excitement shining through.

Sorbet worried slightly about his partner’s self-control. Despite his initial offering of you as a gift, he had unwillingly grown attached and Gelato, as always could be a little more than brash.

“I want to mark you permanently,” Gelato said, his voice crooning but laced with venom. “Choose a spot.”

Sorbet raised an eyebrow, his concerns seemingly validated.

And yet your response showed no hesitation. You laced your fingers with Gelato’s, guiding his hand down to rest on your inner thigh. There was no denying the anxiety in your expression… nor the desire. A cocktail-mix of both churned within you but the latter was surely winning out.

“Oh?” Gelato grabbed the soft skin with a bruising strength. “Do you want an initial on either side?”

“Yes.” The word hissed from you, turning into a slight keen as Gelato kissed your throat.

Sorbet demanded his attention instead, capturing his lips fiercely. Anticipating the eagerness with a practiced experience, Sorbet avoided their teeth knocking together as he took control.

He pushed closer and pinned you between the two. You squirmed which earned you a slight pinch of reprimand on your side. Any sound you made went ignored as the world disappeared from their senses.

It took them what felt like forever to return their attention back onto you and, when they did, they moved in an almost-planned sync.

You were so caught up in a whirlwind of frenzied touch that you hardly recognised the familiar path to your own room. Gelato separated from you then, a wicked grin in place as he flicked a knife out. The weapon glinted in the dim light and made you swallow thickly.

Sorbet settled behind you, moving your legs open with a deceptively soft touch.

The blade pressed against your flushed skin and you had to fight the urge to squirm away from it. Its chilled metal burned against your sensitive thigh. You bit your lip and turned your head to the side as the pain shot through you.

Sorbet’s touch against your cheek was gentle enough to urge you to open your eyes and his gaze burned through you.

“Watch,” he said, pushing your face towards his partner. “And don’t keep those sounds from me.”

Gelato was buzzing with a cruel excitement; there was a remarkable precision in the way he dragged the knife through your flesh as though it was butter.

Every time you felt as though the burn was too much or started realising just how much blood was trickling across your skin (your head beginning to swim), Sorbet did something with his fingers that had you moaning instead of whimpering.

The pain dissolved as the pleasure shook you and it didn’t take too long for you brain to connect the two together. Every glide of the blade sent both signals and your back arched in a masochistic demand for more.

Gelato finished on the left side and grinned at the blood-wet ‘G’ carved into your thigh.

Sorbet’s fingers slipped from your core and pressed against the shining wound, a glossy red coating his skin.

You were already expecting it when he brought them to your lips. Your own blood decorated your mouth like a fresh coat of lipstick and you moaned at the iron taste, cleaning him off diligently while the knife bit into your right thigh. A second? You hadn’t realised Gelato was going to do both now.

Sorbet drove the thought from your mind as he kissed you, smearing the blood across your faces and increasing the pressure against the fresh injury.

The sticky trail of red across your inner legs made you want to bring them together but you resisted. Every second you had the knife in you sent a jolt into your inner core. The pain was almost as delicious as the two surrounding you.

But oh, you were certainly going to regret it in the morning.

Gelato released his bruising grip on your leg and you whined into Sorbet’s mouth at the loss.

The pretty panting that fell from you when they both left was musical. Your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you took the opportunity to bring your thighs together. The blissful burn and sticky sensation made you moan quietly.

Gelato placed his knife down on the nearby table. He met Sorbet’s eyes over your head, relishing in the silent praise he received in return for his work.

Those scars would look beautiful and they would never truly fade. He wondered if you’d thought that through before agreeing – not that it would matter now.

You would have agreed to it regardless.

The night passed in a red-hazed passion that left you feeling deliciously weak for the next few days.

In another unusual move, Sorbet and Gelato stayed at your place the entire time. They never admitted to it but it was a good recovery from the stress of a mission. Enjoying their work was becoming harder and harder and the break was a welcome relief they hadn’t thought they needed.

Gelato enjoyed having both you and Sorbet there at all times. It helped him relax to know there were three people in the house and they were safe (though he ended up adding several systems around your windows just to be sure).

He relished in the pride with which you bore their marks and ‘helpfully’ suggested a few outfits that really showed them off.

Though, he eventually pointed out, the best way would be to wear nothing at all.

Sorbet was slowly trying to accept his affection in you which made him a little colder than you anticipated. A flirtatious comment or teasing question just got dismissed until you withdrew.

He found you sometime later, sponging soapy water over the healing initials on your legs. They didn’t hurt anymore and you were starting to really appreciate how they were healing. There was a slight roughness to them that you couldn’t help but trace in affection.

Sorbet watched you for a short while before he joined in to offer his assistance and a few recommendations for getting the scar to stick around.

He accepted it that day. Gelato realised it in no time and the grin on his face was mildly worrisome.

And then, one day they packed a bag for you and loaded you into Sorbet’s sleek car. It was a luxurious model with leather seats and tinted windows that you were relatively sure had bulletproofing. The backseats were perfect for relaxing even if your concerns about where you were being taken hadn’t been mitigated yet.

Gelato refused to sit still the entire trip, twisting around to talk to you and practically climbing into Sorbet’s lap multiple times. His laugh filled the car as he fiddled with his knife and spoke about pretty much nothing.

He was nervous. It didn’t help calm you down.

The building they took you to was crumbling and dilapidated. After parking a distance away, they flanked you as you made your way through parts of town you would normally avoid.

It gave you a confidence you hadn’t expected to receive even if their intention for the day still had you on edge.

The three of you claimed a love seat, Sorbet wrapped an arm around your shoulders while Gelato stretched across your laps. He had still yet to hide the knife he was twirling in his hands despite the cocky smirk on his face.

You found out why soon enough.

The man they worked for (or at least, worked with) was undeniably terrifying with blood red eyes and bearing a dark coat that somehow made him feel larger than life. The second his gaze fell on you, wedged as you were between your partners, an undeniable exhaustion crossed his expression.

He had greeted the two and waited in an awkward silence for an explanation about you that didn’t come. After a while, he conceded and just nodded in greeting.

The rest of the group weren’t nearly as casual but they were… well, less intimidating due to their sheer loudness. Sorbet pulled you closer to him as each one arrived but it remained unneeded. Still, the protection remained and Gelato made several threats towards the members of the group that made too much of a fuss.

In the end, they seemed to almost forget you were even there.

Your connections to the group only grew after that as Sorbet and Gelato had both decided it was safer for you to be with one of the members when they were busy rather than staying alone.

Though you protested, once you saw what the others could do and learned just how dangerous different members of Passione were, you began seeing the benefit of it.

And every time they got back, you would drown in their hold. It was just when you started fitting in that everything happened.

You’d awoken to a bite of winter in the air. The cold scuttled along your spine like a warning, delving its chilly fingers into your lungs. You rolled over to escape and snuggled toward the warm body nearby.

A push on your shoulder brought you away from that morning haze.

You were dragged into alertness as a hand threaded through your hair; a relaxing touch meant to keep you calm. Gelato brought a finger to his lips and took your hand, helping you climb from the bed.

Sorbet was standing by the half-open door with his gun in hand. He glanced at you and nodded before looking back down the hall.

Gelato pushed a jacket into your chest and steadied you as you took a step out the window. Wind dragged across your nerve-wracked skin and you shuddered, bare feet stinging where they touched the frigid metal of the fire escape. You looked down at the alley below you and swallowed nervously.

“Hey,” Gelato’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “Go to the others and wait with them. Make sure nobody sees you.”

You nodded. Sorbet moved by the door, inching his way out of the room and your heart leapt to your throat. You wanted to beg them to come with you but all it would do was waste time.

Gelato moved to follow and you grabbed his arm.

“I…” A thousand words ran through your mind but you could speak none of them.

“We know piccola. Now go.”

Your heart remained in your throat the entire time. The climb felt longer than ever. Each movement you made disturbed the stillness of the air. It too was holding its breath and waiting for something that felt almost inevitable creeping closer. You were a step away from the bottom when the gunshot went off and you almost fell at the sound.

The noise didn’t startle you alone and you would come to learn that it had been the factor that saved your life. As it went off, a creature unidentifiable to your brain raced from the alley you’d been climbing towards.

It was hunched over and horribly humanoid; its scrambling form covered in an ugly fabric that had your stomach lurching.

You barely waited until your feet hit the ground to start running.

You ran and you ran. The wind whipped your face; an invisible enemy chasing your steps. Everything burned and hurt. You couldn’t breathe properly and you ran into dead ends several times, any routes or roads burned from your memory.

No enemies came from you and you made it to Risotto’s home where you collapsed into his chest, horrific sobs tearing from your throat.

They raced over and you collapsed to your knees in the sitting room. All you had was hope. Risotto and his team would make it in time. They had to.

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Sorbet and Gelato NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sorbet is much better about aftercare than Gelato. Mostly because Sorbet is already used to taking care of Gelato after their deeds, what’s one more? Gelato is more likely to just cuddle and fall asleep on someone then clean them up. Sorbet has spoiled him rotten. If asked though, Gelato will get up and get them something. The cleaning falls on Sorbet though.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sorbet doesn’t really have a favorite part of himself, but Gelato likes to admire his own ass all the time. It’s his pride and joy. Sorbet and Gelato are both thigh men, and as such love a pair of legs forced into a pair of pants that can barely contain them.

His aforementioned ass is one of Gelato’s best features and is something to be admired. Sorbet has a nice chest, even if he doesn’t see the appeal personally. Go ahead if you want to squeeze it, Gelato does all the time anyway.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gelato lives to make a mess, and will make everyone he’s sleeping with a mess with his seed. Sorbet is more a cream filling kind of guy, and will want to finish inside. Gelato is a horrible influence on him, so Sorbet will occasionally finish on someone’s stomach and back just for the mess it will make. It’s pretty hot, admittedly.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Like Melone, these two have no secrets. Mostly because Gelato has a loud mouth and can’t contain it, to Sorbet’s dismay.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

These two have been together for years, so when someone else joins the fun, they know exactly what to do. Sorbet is more experienced on the top while Gelato is more experienced on the bottom, so it’s the best of both worlds with them. They’re also a pair of freaks, so they are no stranger to anything someone will throw at them.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sorbet is more of the doggy style or riding kind of guy. Occasionally he likes to stick to the basics with missionary too, but mostly on lazy days. Gelato personally loves to be taken from behind, but if he gets on top he loves to pin someone’s knees to their shoulders and go to town. These two also love to tag team on someone, so watch out for that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sorbet is the stoic quiet type, so he’s mostly serious in bed. Gelato is the one more likely to crack a joke in the moment, but he’s also pretty serious most of the time. More of a dirty talker than a jokester.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Both of them are fairly maintained down there. Gelato has more hair than Sorbet most of the time because Gelato keeps forgetting his waxing appointments. Sorbet just trims them down when they get overboard, so he’s never completely smooth down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gelato isn’t really a romantic guy, but if their third party has been around for a while, he will start to warm up and be more romantic like he is with Sorbet. Kisses on the neck, check and ears are the most to get out of him though. Sorbet isn’t very romantic either, but he’s more likely to do it than Gelato. Want to be held close to him the whole time? No problem. He’ll even place kisses down their neck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

These guys don’t jerk off. If they pop a boner, they’re going to their partner to take care of it. When you’ve been in a relationship as long as these two have, you kind of forget about mastrubating.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Gelato has a big thing for knife play, and will always have one on standby in the bedroom. He also likes blood play, so expect him to use that knife. He also loves bondage, whether he’s tied up or someone else it, he loves it. Sorbet is a lot more modest than Gelato in the kink territory, but he does share Gelato’s knife fetish. He’s least likely to cut someone though. He also loves to bite, so watch his teeth. If they graze skin, they’re sinking in 100% of the time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

These two have never been shy to fuck on the job. If their partner is in the mafia too, they’re more than welcome to join. If they aren’t though, it’s most likely going to happen at their house. They aren’t going to drag a civilian into mafia business, they’re horny, not dumb. They aren’t afraid to do things in public outside of work though, so they can be convinced to fuck outside too. Beach sex is fun with them, they don’t even care if they’re alone or not. (Sorbet cares a little but Gelato gives zero fucks.)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

These guys are always ready to go whenever, so it doesn’t take much to get them going. Sorbet may need a little more coaxing, like some rubbing or neck kisses, but he’s ultimately always game. Especially if Gelato is in the mix.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

These guys are very chill and don’t have many things they won’t do. They’ve tried practically everything and enjoyed most of it. The only thing they don’t see the appeal of is water sports and skat.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Gelato is very much a giver when it comes to oral. He’s plenty use to being between Sorbet’s legs a lot over the years, so he is very skilled with that naughty tongue of his. Sorbet prefers to receive, but he’s no stranger to giving it back either. It’s a win win situation with them. If one doesn’t want to, the other will.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sorbet tends to be on the slow and brutal side, while Gelato speeds it up while keeping the same brutal pace. Most of the time Gelato is on the bottom though, and he likes it exactly how he gives it. The man can’t be hurt, don’t be afraid to be rough with him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh yeah. They’re always up for a quickie. It’s easier to pull off if only one of them is available, but they’re going to find a way with all three of you if they have to. They’re very creative, so they’ll find a way.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

These two love to live on the edge, so it’s no surprise how much they push the envelope with sex. No need to worry about any consequences for any public exploits, they know how to get out of trouble.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

They can go all night long if their third party wants to. If not, don’t be surprised if they keep going with each other. It’s hard to keep up with them, so they don’t take offense if someone needs to tap out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They have a pretty extensive collection, almost rivaling Melone’s. Gelato is more about toys than Sorbet, so most of them are his. They have no problem letting someone add theirs to their collection either.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sorbet isn’t much of a teaser, but Gelato is. He’s a sadistic guy who might edge someone for hours if he felt like it. Sorbet is most likely the one to spare someone of his endless teasing, but if Gelato makes him stop they’re shit out of luck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sorbet hardly makes noise in general, so it’s Gelato again picking up the steam in this regard. Gelato loves to be loud, almost too loud on purpose. His loud moans are also tied with his dirty mouth, so I hope their third party isn’t shy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gelato was in the military when he was younger. The aftermath changed him into the man he is today, and his post-war changes caused him to turn to the mafia. Sorbet and Gelato were dating before the mafia stuff, so Sorbet followed into the mafia with him. Sorbet may be almost entirely silent, but he actually does speak, so he’s not mute. He just prefers to stay quiet. When he talks, it’s mostly whispering in someone’s ear. Gelato is the talker for the two of them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sorbet has more of the length while Gelato has the thickness. Sorbet is a good seven inches while Gelato clocks in at five.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Almost unyielding. Gelato is the one most likely to always start stuff than Sorbet, but they’re both always ready to have sex at any time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Both are ready to pass out once it all ends. Gelato usually just goes to sleep, but Sorbet makes sure everything is clean before passing out himself.

[mortevis-here]

I know some of y'all remember me as sorlato artist, just letting you know, after all this years I still love them 💕

Here's a doodle!

[tenthgrove-deactivated20251217]

The Laboratory

P1 of ?, Sorbet + Gelato (Yandere) x Reader

Content Warnings: SorLato are Reader's stalkers, Reader is the victim of a non-specific abusive relationship at home, Some men are low-key creeps to Reader

Author's Note- Those familiar with my yandere event in June will quickly recognise this as a rewrite of one of the stories there. It was always my favourite of the event and after rediscovering the poem that inspired its ending (Robert Browning's The Laboratory), I was eager to give it another go. Please note the CWs above, but other than that, enjoy!

Have you ever heard the fable of the boiled frog? It’s a simple analogy; a frog placed in cold water will not react as it is slowly, steadily heated to fatal levels. You might consider it as an apt way to describe yourself right now, but it wouldn’t quite work. Unlike the frog in his water, you’re very much afraid of your stalkers.

This is a risky plan and you know it. Your stalkers have been following you for months, starting with distant looks and idle chatter in public, evolving into malicious, ceaseless obsession. They say they love you, plead it incessantly even as you flee from them in terror. And three weeks ago, they almost succeeded in forcing you into their car.

And yet, they are not the worst demons in your life.

Whatever the risks are. However miniscule the chances that any of Sorbet and Gelato’s promises of love are genuine, they are worth it if it means getting away from the others.

To take the car would be too noticeable, too much an instant doom if anyone woke up and glanced out their windows. Should your plan succeed, you’ll be heading back on this occasion, so it’s important you’re able to slip back inside without suspicion. Still, inconvenient as it is to ride this bike down the winding, hole-riddled country road into town, you cannot blame the mode of transport for your shaky journey. That’ll be your nerves.

You’re shaking no less by the time you arrive, no less as you knock on the single, red door of the bar and no less as the gruff bouncer opens it to look at you maliciously.

“The fuck are you here for?” he asks, looking you over with little respect.

“I’m here for… um…” Would he know their names? You can’t say you know much about them yourself, but there’s one thing you know you can most certainly describe them as. “The couple.”

The bouncer squints. Successful recognition.

“Alright.”

You squeal as you’re grabbed by the hood and yanked into the building, not unnoticed by the patrons hunched over at their tables. The air is warm in here, sickly. The wooden walls are rotten. He shuts the door once more.

“Wait! Don’t-” you fall quiet, remembering the lecherous eyes on you. No need to draw any more attention than you already have. The bouncer drags you around the corner and points ahead.

“There.”

You see them sure enough, the couple. You know the man in the corner seat as Gelato, the wicked-smiled, never-silent creature of enigma who does most of the talking on the days they make their presence known to you. Sorbet, is as ever, beside him, fingers interlocked and eyes without a care for anything but his. Tonight there is a rare, soft smile on his face, but the ever-present gun sticks out of his pocket all the same. Couple.

You glance behind you to find your chaperone gone. You call out weakly for him, stopping mid-syllable. A few of the people around you chuckle lightly.

You can’t get your legs to move.

A breath draws into your sharply, one foot jolting a step back. There’s another chuckle from the audience. Looking around again, you see the party of one table near the door standing, looking at you wolfishly. No going back.

Legs still won’t move, though.

Finally, your eyes return to the couple. The love in their eyes for each other is so natural, comforting, almost. If these weren’t the men who had once tried to abduct you, of course, it might even be soothing. But then, it occurs to you. They’re not looking at you. They haven’t seen you yet.

You can still make yourself seem gutsy to them.

Your wish doesn’t quite prevail as you approach the pair at their solitary table as try as you might, your footsteps draw their attention before your voice can. When Gelato glances up at you there’s a condescending smirk on his face even before his eyes have reached you. Once they do, it lights up into pure excitement.

“Sorbet, look! Our sweet Topolina is here!”

You stop still as Sorbet glances over to you. You don’t quite believe it, but for the first time since you’ve known him he looks shocked. Genuinely, surprised.

“Well!-” Sorbet remarks sharply. “You’re certainly a sight for sore eyes after our last meeting, Tesoro.” His hand grasps the back of his seat, pushing himself to stand as he reverts to his snake-like sense of composure. “I must say, still, that I’d like to know why. You haven’t gotten a death wish have you? If so, I’m afraid that isn’t something we can help you with dear.” He takes a step forward, a hand resting on your shoulder in a way that makes your iron courage shatter. “But if you wanted, I’m sure we could create a similar kind of thrill.”

“No!” you snap, stepping back with less control than you would have liked. You stumble, grabbing onto his arms in a panic. “I don’t have a death wish and I’m not here to find some sick thrill. I’ve come to make a deal. For you and me.”

Sorbet chuckles lowly. He touches your shoulder once more, closer to your neck, and this time, you don’t have the bravery to shrug it off. “Oh, that’s very cute.” You meet his eye nervously… god, he’s taller than you’ve ever noticed before. And right in your face. You look at Gelato instead, but find no reassurance in the dazed, impatient glance he gives you, before averting his attention to his pockets. “But that isn’t how this works.”

“That’s not!- Listen, I know what you guys want and-” Gelato, in front of you, draws a knife, admiring it pridefully as he runs his finger parallel to the serrated edge. Eyeing you briefly, as though it’s your reaction he’s specifically after, he reaches into his rucksack and pulls out more horror. Zip-ties. Then, duct tape.

Fight or flight.

“No!”

Sorbet grasps at your sleeve as you turn tail and run. You only make it two steps of course before he catches you, dragging you down more with every futile jerk of your struggling form.

“Shhh-” Sorbet hushes you, his breath hitching into a deep giggle at the end of the noise. In your peripheral vision you can see Gelato walking over, swinging the zip-ties idly on his finger.

And then, for the second time since you met them, something in your urge to prevail breaks loose.

“STOP!”

You dig your fingers into Sorbet’s face, hauling up your knee to knock his hand off your side. You roll free, scrambling to your feet and just as he’s about to lunge to grab you again-

Draw your knife.

They both still so fast it’s as though they weren’t human. The patrons around you, so amused by your suffering thus far, go silent in shock. Sorbet and Gelato look at each other, surprised, then indifferent.

“Alright. I suppose we should have seen that coming,” Sorbet shrugs. Gelato drops the zip-ties and pulls out his chair again. You half-lower the small flip-knife, still moving it between them warningly.

“Yeah. After last time you should have. But I did not come out this far for you to belittle and ignore me. So, the three of us are going to step outside, and you are going to hear me out. Got it?”

“Hmm, why not?” Sorbet agrees.

“That’s where the car is anyway,” adds Gelato. You try to ignore his comment, and lead them out the bar, onto the street.

It’s raining now, not hard enough to disturb your imminent speaking but hard enough to make a damp chill. They are holding hands, in the silence. Gelato is playing subconsciously with the bronze ring on Sorbet’s finger. Or maybe consciously. Who knows?

“Better make this good, Tesoro. You’ve certainly surprised us with that cute blade but we could still overpower you with a little effort,” he warns.

“Right- whatever. I’m not here to try and get rid of you, or whatever you think like that. I… I need a favour. And I was just praying that if you really did want what’s best for me a fraction of the amount you always say then maybe you could help me out. That’s all.”

Sorbet’s eyes widen in that newly familiar look of surprise.

“Alright, go on,” he concedes.

“I- You know about my… home situation, yes?”

“Of course sweetie. It’s why we’re trying so hard to help you leave it, after all,” Gelato smiles. If that’s what he calls everything they’ve done to you, then at this point you’re too tired to question it.

“Well, I wanted you to help me with that.”

“By running away together?” Gelato asks excitedly. You fumble for a way to let him down on the matter.

“Um- not exactly.”

You draw in breath as a clear look of annoyance spreads across his face.

“Let’s hear them out darling,” Sorbet saves you. “I’m interested to know what else you have in mind.”

“You guys are assassins. You mentioned it a couple times before. My plan was to, well, hire you,” you explain.

Both of them go quiet. It occurs to you very vividly that they might be about to laugh in your face and return to their original intentions. But then, they turn to each other and smile gleefully. But it’s not a glee at your expense.

“It would be our pleasure, Darling,” Sorbet affirms.

“Really? Just like that?” You stammer. After all you’ve just been through, that felt too easy. “I mean- good- I just… how soon can you do it?”

“If you wanted we could drive out now and start shooting,” Gelato shrugs mirthfully. “But…”

“...We prefer to have a little time to prepare our kills, even if we are more eclectic than most in our field,” Sorbet finishes for him.

“Still, these people who are hurting you- they’re crooks, but not, big, right?”

“No. As far as I’m aware our- their group is way smaller than yours. They’re not very well protected,” you tell Gelato. He looks to Sorbet for advice.

“Well in that case,” Sorbet surmises, “We can probably make do with a couple days of planning, then go. What do you think?”

“That- That’s amazing, thank you.”

You realise how easy those words slipped out of you and are thankful that the dark night conceals your flustered demeanour. “What do you need from me?”

“A map would be helpful,” Sorbet tells you. “Nothing fancy, just a rudimentary idea of the layout scrawled onto some paper. Speaking of…”

He pulls a pen from his pocket as well as a crumpled receipt. He writes down something rapidly on the reverse.

“Our address,” he hands to you. “It’s probably closer to your house than this place is, so it shouldn’t be too hard to get there on that little bike. Can you come see us tomorrow night? To make sure we’re in agreement on the details, nothing more. Don’t come if it’s not safe.”

“It’s safe…” you answer. “As long as I’m not reckless there’s no reason I can’t disappear for a few hours in the night and not be caught but… your house?”

“Oh sweetheart, if it was a trap we wouldn’t have any reason to bother tricking you.”

“Right…”

“You could always, you know, avoid the trouble,” Gelato suggests. “You could come with us now and never have to see them again. I’m sure it would be much easier for you.”

“I’m sorry,” you shake your head. “That won’t be happening.”

Hands clasped, you turn back towards your bike rested against the wall of the bar. “Goodbye.”

They don’t protest your rudeness as you climb onto your ride and pedal onto the road. You’re almost out of practical earshot when Gelato finally calls out for you.

“One question, sweetheart.”

You place your foot on the ground, looking back at him nervously.

“What will you do after this? Will you be ours when they’re dead?”

You kick off without a response.

Maybe it’s a question you know the answer to. Maybe it’s not. All you know is you aren’t ready to tell them. Not just yet.

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If you think Sorbet and Gelato are an eccentric couple now, just imagine how they would have been as teenagers.

Sorbet was even moodier than he was today, like proper edgy teen territory. Granted it was suitably effective when he’s genuinely trying to intimidate someone but when he’s just trying to buy a Pepsi from the corner store it comes off as almost funny.

Then you’ve got Gelato who was just such a delight as a teenager. Doubly as socially awkward and loud, always sniggering the worst jokes into Sorbet’s ear as he tries to rob someone. On a very different note I love the idea of him having super bad acne well into his early 20s and being generally quite insecure about it. Sorbet would have lifted his spirits <3

[dollyooc]

[sunflower-dreamboat]

Running to your inbox bc the sorlato brainrot is severe, but what do you think they do to relax? And what do you think they do for fun?

Ohh!!

Gelato enjoys going for walks out in nature, and picks berries and flowers for Sorbet. He's quite an outdoors person but also likes relaxing at home with a book or watching a movie with a warm drink. He likes just talking as well, and will have very long, indepth conversations with anyone willing to give him the time of day.

Sorbet likes collecting little things like stamps and bottle caps. He makes little trinkets out of wood and scrap metal, and used to be a jeweller. He still makes jewellery, but he doesn't have as much time because of work. Sometimes he makes things for Gelato, and their bedside tables often are filled with Sorbet's creations. He also likes reading, and he and Gelato will talk about what books to read and walk down to the library together.

They find each other's company very relaxing and love spending time with each other. They often do things together, and of course, a good cuddle is always nice. Taken from their villains wiki page,