"For the last time-no!"

"Please Y/N! You'd be the perfect mother for my Babyface if you'd only.."

"Here they go again." Prosciutto rolled his eyes at the yelling, before watching you stomp into the room angrily, Melone trailing behind you, you made to move away from him and sit in between Prosciutto and Formaggio, who welcomed you with open arms, hoping to cease your yelling by distancing you from the lavender haired man.

Risotto remained stone-faced from where he sat in the room, this was the third time this week Melone had bothered you about becoming a mother for his stand, he never insisted anyone as much as he had done to you, it clicked in his mind, the purple-haired man was attracted to you, and has a weird way of showing it.

Prosciutto could practically feel the anger radiating off of you, he couldn't blame you, you had been left alone with only Melone to dote over you, and all Melone had wanted to do was get you pregnant, with or without his stand., the blonde felt pity for you, as of being the only female on the team.

His hand came over to ruffle your hair, you smiled at Prosciutto, the reassuring action enough to cause some of your stress to melt away, Melone on the other hand, had his stress level rise tenfold, what was Prosciutto doing right that he wasn't? Did you like the blonde more than him? If so, why?

He glared at the blonde head of hair from behind, jealousy wasn't an emotion he felt often, but with you involved, it seemed to become a small part of him whenever a man other than him showed you attention. 

You were curious to why you didn't just give Melone a swift right hook every now and then, just to put him in his place, before you remembered he would probably enjoy that. You always held off, you wondered why. Maybe you...?

No.

Of course not.

The man wanted you to be a mother for his stand and nothing else, right? You groaned internally, this would be in your head for the rest of the day, your imagination running wild with different scenarios, some were dirtier than you would have liked. Oh god,  you almost felt embarrassed, hoping none of your friends were secret mind readers.

You didn't hear what he said, all you saw was Formaggio's mouth open and close, the pacman death sound was all you imagined coming from him at that moment. Before he waved a hand in your face, startling you out of your own little world.

"Dude. The fuck? I was thinking about some Orlando Bloom ass guy sweeping me off my feet and you ruined it." You whined, Gelato snickering from across the room.

"Like Orlando Bloom would have you." He laughed, you snapped your head around with a scowl pointed in his direction.

"I'll beat your ass." You growled, Gelato raised an eyebrow.

"That's homophobic." He deadpanned, both you and Formaggio briefly turned into human forms of the question mark and had a mini aneurysm over the stupidity that Gelato had just relayed back to you, letting out various squeaking noises as your feeble brains tried to comprehend the meaning of life as the rest of your teammates watched on in confusion.

"Now that you're both finished with whatever that was..I believe-" Illuso was cut off when Sorbet butted in from behind Gelato.

"Fuck off Illuso let them have their gay moment." He snorted, earning a high five from Gelato, Illuso rolled his eyes while you and Formaggio were about to foam at the mouth, Risotto decided to end this madness which was supposed to be relaxation.

"Melone, I believe it's yours and-" His eyes scanned around the room before landing on you.

"-Y/N's turn for a job. And Y/N, before you roll your eyes loud enough for astronauts to hear, Melone is to by no means use his stand on you, off you go." Risotto patted you on the shoulder before pushing you gently towards the direction of the door, Melone already out of the room.

Ghiaccio would be pissed that you both took his car, but he could suck an egg for all you cared, your brain letting out a faint 'haha ice man go brrrr' and making you almost lose your shit, what was with you today?

Once in the car, you noticed a certain silence, which was weird as hell because neither you or Melone seemed to shut up half the time, awkward silence really is..well, awkward.

"Ay Melone..you g-" You were suddenly cut off when he whirled around to face you in the passenger seat, an expression you were unable to read plastered on his face.

"Why do you hate me? Am I doing something wrong? I don't understand w-" You held a hand up to silence him, and he shut his trap almost instantly, staring at you like the human version of the sad emoji.

"First of all, hoe, don't interrupt me. Second of all, I never said I hated you, and I don't, the exact opposite actually.." You only realized you had said the last bit out loud a split second later, slapping a hand over your mouth as if to cram the words back into your stupid mouth. Goddamn you monkey brain!!!!! Stupid oo oo aa aa!!!!!! :((<!!!!

You saw Melone light up like a silly school girl who's crush liked her back, which was an accurate response to be fair, he didn't hesitate to jump your bones, leaping forward to smoosh your cheeks together and smear the lipstick he had decided to wear today all over you.

You relented and let him give you the attention, you may have to get used to it now, because you weren't sure whether he was going to leave you alone or not, no doubt Sorbet and Gelato will tease you about the lipstick stains, hopefully Melone's lipstick wasn't waterproof and would wash off in the rain. A small part of you relished in the attention he was lathering onto you.

It was abrupt but he finally kissed you dead on the mouth, you thought you saw fireworks, it was..nicer than you expected, you held a hand up to his cheek, breathing out your words.

"Do it again."

WEEK FIVE: MELONE!