MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Zitti e Buoni | G.W.

(A/n)

Mmmm listen to Måneskin, mwah

There are Italian words used in this, so if you need help with the translation, here it is [link also in my bio] https://dailyitalianwords.com/maneskin-zitti-e-buoni-lyrics-english-translation/

I've altered a few parts to suit the story, so here are the translations

"e altri" - and others
"ma diverso da te" - but different from you
"lo so" - I know

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I quietly watch Gerard sitting on the chair, more of slouching over it with the first buttons of his white shirt undone and a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. His eyes meet mine from over his dark red shades, but we never say anything, only observing each other until someone walking into the room averts our attention away from each other.

"Mikey fixed the car, hope that greasy Bert rat doesn't try anything again at least so soon," Frank says with a sigh, discarding the keys on the wooden table, throwing them angrily. "What is all that money doing here? We need everything organized for tonight, goddamn it." he curses, but all Gerard and I do is to simultaneously roll our eyes. Frank pays little attention to us as starting to gather all the bills, muttering something under his breath.

No wonder Frank has been so stressed – out of the five of us, he's the one who's been more anxious for tonight's events and wanting everything to turn out right. After all, he's il capo.

A sigh escapes my lips as I pull myself to my feet properly, having been leaned against the wall looking out the window so far at the lack of anything else to do. I only make a motion when walking past Gerard, what's enough for him to stand up from the chair and follow me after leaving the cigarette's stump in the ashtray.

"You're so messy." I furrow my eyebrows as looking at him and make him stop for a moment to adjust his suspenders and the shirt's collar. He leans in for a kiss, but I playfully move out of the way and smile at the sight of his pout before finally giving him a peck.

"Annoying," he mutters playfully, resting his head against my shoulder for a moment then pulling on my hand.

"I know," I chuckle softly.

Most of the way down to the weapons room is spend by Gerard and I giggling around, hugging and pressing each other to the wall in uncountable attempts of stealing kisses and succeeding in most of the times because, obviously, both of us want it.

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The rather cheerful music that fills the main room slowly comes to a stop as I ask the singer for a moment, saying it's an emergency – the musicians believe it in the same moment, eyes widening at my fake desperation and following me curiously as I make my way over to mic stand. I tap it a few times and clean my throat to get everyone's attention.

For a moment, I allow myself to observe all of these idiots looking at me innocently, complaining for having their party interrupted, maybe expecting me to sing something or having some other idiot assumption. All the jewels and gold reflect the soft yellow light cast over them by the chandeliers, also bathing the best glasses and dishes the state has to offer, same for carpets, curtains and furniture. Just pretty trash, just pigs feasting.

"Buonasera, signore, signori e altri," I say, allowing the grin that had been threatening to part my lips to finally take over. "Get out with the acting. You better touch your balls for good luck and vi conviene stare zitti e buoni," my tone grows harsh without me really having a control of it, but I quickly recompose myself with a shrug. "But it's just a tip because people here are weird, y'know? Like spacciatori," I whisper like if it was a secret, face contorting in disdain as I make a vague motion towards the front doors of the mansion.