Warning: slight buylling (? I guess ?)
Requested by: CreepEMcPasta
Me trying to write two different stories at once, draw, make edits, play ASB and go to work everyday. Then I wonder why i dont have time for anything.
(AHAH when school starts again, it'll be complete hell)
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A sigh left your lips as you heard the front door open and close. Your teammates have just come back from a mission, which only meant that your alone time was officially over. Their loud laughter and conversation flooded into the hideout, ruining the chill atmosphere. You tried ignoring them by sticking the book closer to your face.
The men entered the room fully, sitting on either the armchairs, the sofa, or next to you on the table. Illusio was telling some sort of a story, which no one actually believed. Prosciutto headed for the kitchen, unable to stand his teammate's awful story. Pesci followed soon after. Sorbet and Gelato had busied themselves with ahem... well, one another. Which only left you, Illusio, Melone, Ghiaccio, and Formaggio in the room.
"I don't buy it" Melone stated, resting his chin on both of his palms. Illusio shot him a glare.
"Of course you don't, Melone." Ghiaccio replied in his cold tone, pushing his glasses up his nose. "IT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE FUCKING SENSE!" the man continued to ramble about how dolphins can't wear pants and swim at the same time.
Illusio was fast to cut him off, turning to you. "Hey, fatty-" you rolled your eyes at that, you simply didn't have the nerve to put up with his insult "-Let's hear your opinion on the story."
The discount Michael Jackson continued to tell you about a story where he fought a dolphin who was actually a stand user. And that its stand's ability is to summon pants upon itself. You stared blankly at the man as he told you this. With each word that left his mouth, you lost more faith in him.
"Dude," you said as he finished the story "Did you get fucking high or something?" Illusio threw his hands up in the air and grunted, slumping down in his seat. You shared a glance with Melone.
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"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" A knock sounded from your door. Today your team had a big mission – you had to attend a party held by a traitor. You had read his files; he had been in Passione for years maybe and he even had a high position. Yet he had betrayed the boss. Of course, the boss sent your team after him and his group. The only problem was that your target had a big team, meaning you would need more than two people to take him down.
You gave yourself one final glance before running to the door and opening it. Behind it stood your capo, Risotto Nero, in a nice black suit. You could feel a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks, but you quickly took a hold of yourself, calming down. The man before you was gorgeous, to put it simply. He has been your crush for almost over a year now. And it was painfully obvious, yet somehow Risotto hadn't picked up on it, unlike your other teammates.
His usual hat was gone, setting free his silvery hair. The urge to just reach out and run your hand through it grew bigger by the second. But that would be weird and rude. Also, you would never be able to reach this giant.
As you just stood there, thinking about how beautiful he was, a pretty similar scenario was happening inside Risotto's mind. When the door first opened to reveal you, his breath was caught in his throat – you were literary breathtaking. The dress you had on was pretty tight on your body, making all of your curves and dips pop up. He was glad you didn't see him eyeing you up and down, practically eating you whole with his eyes. You were truly a piece of art for him.

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