💫7 Weeks of La Squadra💫

💫Prosciutto + A/N💫

A/n: this took me entirely way too long since I started working on it as soon as I posted Illuso's bit, so I have some guilt lmao. Also,, this took a completely different turn than what I thought of in the first half so it's just fluffy 😌 some nice feel good type things that align with the plot I suppose. Mayyybe I'll do lemons for them at the end but idk idk, I've set up a nice plot that takes time to come to a boil.

Waking up to an empty bed wasn't new for you, infact it was expected. Needless to say you were surprised when Illuso's arms pulled you closer to his sleepy form and the soft kisses he placed against your shoulder filled you with a sense of new comfort. That's right- Illuso and Formaggio... Your train of thought was interrupted by his voice as he mumbled against your skin.

"Good morning bambolina. Time to get ready for the day I guess." He placed another soft kiss on your neck before you turned your head and captured his lips in a kiss. You smiled and hummed, detangling your limbs from his and slowly moving out of bed.

"I think Risotto asked me to do some of the shopping today, so I gotta shower." You pouted at Illuso as you spoke, reluctant to be separated from someone who had expressed such love to your body last night. He gave you a knowing smile from across the room and watched you collect your clothes for the day before heading off to clean yourself.

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"(Y/n)." You turned at the sound of one particular blonde's voice. You smiled at the man, and his stern facial features softened at the gesture.

"What's up Prosciutto?"

He paused after being only a few steps away from you. He chewed the inside of his lip in consideration before speaking, the strange tension and lengthy pause seemed to grow like a canyon between the small distance he had left to cross. You could visibly see the thoughts flicker across his eyes, almost tangible enough to touch. He finally opened his mouth and took a breath and said,

"Could I go shopping with you?"

You only beamed at him, oblivious to the other words he wanted to say. You also failed to notice his grimace when you turned to gather your last minute things before answering. "Of course you can, Pros. Do you wanna drive?"

Your eyes turned back to him for a form of confirmation or declination, but instead met the face of a man who looked very displeased. Admittedly you were taken aback by it and stuttered out a small string of words. "O-or I could drive, it's not an issue."

He snapped out of his head and profusely apologized. "What? Oh! No no it's alright, ah, I don't mind driving. Sorry I had something on my mind." Prosciutto internally cursed himself and fought the urge to pull out a cigarette for his nerves.

You gently took his hand and rubbed across his knuckles with your thumb before speaking. "You can tell me, y'know? I'm here to relieve people of stress, it's not always sexual I guess."

He nodded before pinching your cheek with his free hand and a small smile playing across his lips. "Of course tesoro, now let's go shopping. I'm feeling nice today so I might spoil you."
Your small and childlike gasp at his offer caused him to chuckle as you walked out the door.

The ride into town was quiet save for the dampened rumble of the engine and the low music pouring from the speakers. Your eyes studied the paper list you crafted after gathering input from everyone at the hideout, turns out you were going to be gone for a while with all these items.

  The day went on as you and Prosciutto gathered everyone's desired effects, starting with the simple things like clothes and hygiene products before moving on towards the food. The blonde's eyes cut across the street to a higher end fashion boutique and a brilliant idea formed in his mind. This would be a way to convey what he was trying to say earlier...

"(Y/n), before we purchase any perishables I want to give you what I promised." His hand tentatively reached out to yours in an invite of sorts. A small smirk played at your lips at the sudden gentlemanly display but nonetheless you accepted. His other hand snaked around your waist to hold you closely against him and you laughed, there was the Prosciutto you knew.

"Not to be a snoop Pros, but what's up with you? You seem a little off today. Almost like you're nervous or somethin'." You glanced at him through your peripheral vision, you could have sworn that he tensed.

"It's nothing, I've just had a lot on my mind lately." He peered at you from the side of his eye as he lead you inside the boutique. You hummed in understanding before taking in a few of the displayed choices.

"Me too honestly. I feel like my perception of the world is crumbling, and it's probably for the better but it's scary, y'know?" Your hands detached from Prosciutto as you touched the tasteful array of fabrics in front of you. You could feel his eyes on you but you didn't mind, it wasn't a burning or pervasive sensation, more like one of adoration and protection.

"How so?" He asked as he watched you peruse the boutique, your form wandering over to view skirts and suits.

"Well... you know about my past. My life hasn't really allowed for wholesome sentiments. And all of a sudden I'm graced with them, and theoretically I would love them but it's just so alien to me that I don't know how to feel about them. I mean, I think I do but I'm not sure about any of it." You rambled as you chose out a slim fitting purple mini dress and a revealing two piece crimson suit.

Prosciutto eyed your selections, he couldn't ignore your good taste. "(Y/n), I know accepting positive affection without an agenda must be difficult. However, I want you to know that I'm willing to help you through the unsurity and heal you to accept love." If he wasn't staring so intensely at the clothes you held he knew there was no way in hell he could say that to your face.

"Prosciutto... what do you mean?" Your tone changed, filled with fragile disbelief. He met your eyes as he prepared to speak, but the earnest wonder and hope that filled your eyes took all his breath away.

He stepped closer and leaned in towards your ear. "I mean to say that I love you as you are, and I'm prepared for whatever that entails."

"Pros... thank you." You whispered back and clung to his large body in a tight embrace. You were sure that right then and there if it weren't for his concise way of speaking you would have fallen apart in the middle of the boutique. Tge blonde mafioso held onto just as tightly and murmured encouraging things against your hair when he sensed a few sniffles and tremors to run through your body.

"Oh cara, tesoro, allow me to spoil you more, yes? Go pick out a few shoes and another outfit to chase away these tears, you're much too gorgeous when you cry for the public to see." He was so tender in his praise that it sent your heart flying.

With a wry and watery laugh you agreed to his promise and held in your tears at that moment. He leaned ever closer and said, "Once we get home you can cry all you'd like in my arms. I'd be happy to listen to you."

You smiled and kissed his lips softly, his permanent taste of mint and nicotine took over your senses. "I would love to, but only after shopping "

He laughed at your matter-of-fact way of speaking and parroted the phrase with love. "Yes, after shopping."