Melone, Experimented A Bit With This One Lmao

Melone, experimented a bit with this one lmao

“If you want to date me, you may have to defeat my SEVEN evil exes”

The seven in question:

Tried to draw this in the Scott pilgrim style not sure if it worked idk whatever

Edit: based on a tweet from my mutual that made me chuckle

Fugio sketches for a fic i won’t write

"What he uses in the bath"

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Chapter 11- Bad First Impression? |Ghiaccio x Reader|

Warning: strong language, dark themes. MA.

Ghiaccios POV

Seven years ago, when Ghiaccio was still considered a young man, he was engaged to the love of his life, his high school sweetheart. She was studying to be a nurse and him a doctor, and she was four months pregnant with his child. When walking to her car late one night, a man raped and murdered her, taking not only the love of his life away but also his unborn child. Since that day, he'd grown even colder than he was before, doing whatever he could to forget that day. To forget them.

The reason why he joined the mafia was to seek out revenge for their deaths, and he indeed got his revenge. Risotto helped him get revenge, and since that day, he's lost himself in this job, giving up fully on love because he could not go through that again. He snapped when they died, he doesn't even remember the man he was before then. He only knows what he became after.

With you, he didn't want to get too close because he wouldn't be able to recover if he actually fell for you and lost you. Then again, a small part of him really wanted to get to know you and attempt to see where things would even go if he tried. With seven assassins protecting you, you would be safe. He just.. he really missed what was taken from him.

His conflicted thoughts were interrupted by you entering the dining room, standing across from him, the dining room table keeping a considerable distance between the two of you. "Ghiaccio," you mutteted softly, the way you said his name, causing his heart to actually skip a beat. Oh no.. this was trouble. His heart shouldn't react like that.

"What?" He looked up from his laptop, his eyes on your face. "Do you need something?"

You looked away from him, quickly turning away. "No." You quickly left, the backdoor gently closing.

He sighed, shaking his head before looking back down at his computer. His eyes glanced down at the time, immediately causing him to stand up. He raced out the back door, seeing you leaning next to the door. It was pitch black, the dim alleyway having only one working street light. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

You dropped the grinder in your hands, your weed falling all over the ground, grinder making a loud thud sound as you slightly jumped. He seemed to have scared you, your head immediately dropping to stare at the weed spilled all over the concrete ground. "I'm smoking! Fuck, goddammit! You scared me!" You yelled, that being the loudest he's heard you speak, you usually kept your voice pretty low. "It's okay about the weed, I have more. But you really scared me."

He shook his head, grabbing you by your waist, dragging you back into the hideout, slamming the backdoor shut and locking it. "It's midnight! You wanna smoke!? Smoke in your room, not in the dark alleyway!"

You frowned, "my grinder." You began to unlock the door, causing him to place his hand over yours. "Ghiaccio, my grinder."

"Fuck the goddamn grinder! I'll buy you another one!" He snapped at you, taking your hand off the doorknob. "You have no business being outside at night!"

You let a low laugh escape your lips, your eyebrows raising at him. "And who the fuck are you supposed to be? I don't have to listen to your insane commands."

"Don't test me," he warned, his voice suddenly dropping to a low whisper as he unlocked and opened the door, leaning down to pick up the two grinder pieces. He snatched them off the ground, and the two metal pieces made a loud clink sound as they clicked together in his hand. "I'm your boyfriend. Am I not?"

"Technically, all seven of you are, so yeah," you said, taking the grinder from his hand. "Thanks for picking it up. What are you up to? It's late." Your sudden mood change caught him by surprise. He expected you to stay angry with him.

"I was just finishing up some work on the computer," he replied, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Where are you sleeping tonight?" You questioned, sliding the grinder in your pocket. "You're my boyfriend? Hm."

Ghiaccio raised his eyebrows at you, stepping back a little. "Where should I sleep? Where do you want me to fucking sleep?" If you wanted him too, he could have sex with you. Melone recently gave him a condom and he had it in his wallet, waiting and ready for you. He hadn't performed sexually in seven years.. it made him kind of nervous to think about it. Would he be as good as the other men? Could he make you cum? Fuck! He didn't know!

You frowned at him. "Well, I guess you can sleep at your own house, and I'll sleep here by myself."

"Are you seriously trying to kick me out of the base!?" He exclaimed, staring at you in disbelief. He didn't understand why you seemed to hate him so much.

"No, I'm just being an asshole," you replied. "I clearly want you to stay. Stay out of my way." You went to walk past him, only for him to grab your arm. "I meant in like, a sense of not bossing me around."

He sighed, quickly letting go of your arm. He wanted to be mad at you, but he still had a theory that Risotto forced you to join. What he was told made him feel uneasy, how Risotto took you saving his life and twisted it into keeping you forever. It was sick. You helped him only for him to take you and claim you. It was obvious that you were mentally ill and deeply into the crime world. Risotto took advantage of all of that, but their was a pro that being you were safer here with them than out their. Especially with Melone around, Melone would do anything to keep you safe, Ghiaccio had never seen him act like this towards anyone.

"I guess you and I could share a bed tonight," he told you. "I will be going to bed after I take a shower."

You nodded your head, "I'll keep my door open for you." You walked away again. This time, he let you walk away instead of grabbing you.

He turned around, watching as you walked away, his eyes drifting down to stare at your ass. He nodded to himself before he walked into the bathroom, closing the door. He felt nervous. He actually felt fuckibg nervous to sleep next to you. Did you expect sex? Cuddling? He was definitely going to take a long shower to think.

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Ghiaccio quickly got into bed with you, wearing his plaid pajama pants and a black t shirt, what he usually wears to bed. He got under the covers, sitting up as he looked over at you, noticing you on your laptop. "What are you doing?" Was he allowed to ask you that? Fuck, of course he was! Why was he questioning himself?

"Replying to all of Melones emails," you replied, "he said that Pesci tripped and fell down the stairs today while trying to chase someone. He's fine."

"He always fucking does that," he replied, taking his glasses off and sitting them on the nightstand. "He has terrible balance."

You closed the laptop, sitting it on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. "It's okay if you snore. Don't be shy." You turned your lap off, laying down on your back. "You can snore if you want."

"I do not fucking snore Y/N," he snapped at you, laying down, keeping a few inches of distance between the two of you. He wondered.. should he be doing something here? Immediately, he rose up slightly, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Goodnight."

You looked up at him, your hand raising to touch his cheek, "Goodnight Ghiaccio. Sleep well."

As he laid back down, you turned to your side, your back facing him. He stared at your frame for a moment, wondering if he should make a move. No.. he wasn't quite ready yet. It's been seven years since.. no. No. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, pushing the memories of seven years ago back into the back of his mind, but as he slept at night his dreams haunted him, just as they always did.