I'll Bet|RomanoxReader

I'll Bet
RomanoxReader

^{Author's Note: Since this is our little Lovi, there will be cursing and swearing. No likey, no read-y!}




"Damn FUCKING fratello, leaving out the flour!"

"That bastard Tony... TOOK MY FAVORITE DAMN SHIRT!"

"My God, I've had enough of Feli leaving the dinner in the fridge WITHOUT THE FUCKING CLING WRAP."

If these weren't Lovino Vargas's words, it'd be called vulgar. But, alas, these are the words of Lovino Vargas. These profanities are just the norm for you.

Although Lovino was your best friend (not to mention the massive crush you had on the hotheaded Italian), his cursing could get out of hand. He was the only person you knew that could use 'fuck's and 'damn's like they were commas.

There have been more than one accounts of his swearing interrupting your inner peace. For example: one Tuesday on the couch watching Doctor Who.

You are a hard-core Whovian, and absolutely despise anyone who bothers you during that heavenly period every week when a new episode comes out.

Lovino was not anyone, though, and you couldn't help but to answer his call. "Hello?" you said. "(Y/N) TELL THIS TOMATO FREAK THAT LILAC IS NOT THE FUCKING SAME AS A DAMN PURPLE."

You cringed from the volume of his voice. "Lovino Romano Vargas, it is 7:22 P.M. on a THURSDAY." you say, losing your patience. "Doctor Who is on, and I swear, if you call me again and it's a stupid color problem, I will cut off your balls."

Not to mention that time when you were at the park feeding the ducks when the Italian caught sight of a certain German man.

"HEY YOU! YOU DAMN POTATO SUCKING BASTARD! GET BACK HERE!"

And to add to that collection of cursing accounts, there was today. You were reading peacefully on the couch of Lovino and Feli's shared house. The book you were reading was called The Lovely Bones, and you couldn't stop reading it.

That was until a string of swearing came from the kitchen.

"HOLY FUCK (Y/N) COME HERE. I CUT MYSELF OH SHIT." Sighing, you reluctantly put the book down on the couch and rushed over the Lovino. There he was, the blood drained from his face as blood seeped out of his pointer finger and onto the cutting board.

"Lovi," you started. "This isn't the time, woman! Get a bandage or somthing!" he says frantically. Reaching for a bandage in one of the counters, you carefully applied the plaster on Lovino's cut.

"Lovi, that was sort of funny." you admitted. He put on an overly dramatic, hurt look. "Bella, I almost died." You giggled. "That's nothing to fuck with." You eyed the Italian with a curious eye.

"Can I ask you why you swear so much?" you asked him. He leaned on the counter in what you thought was a slightly attractive manner. He collected the knife behind him on the cutting board and put it away to wash.

"Why?"

"Because."

Lovino sighed and gave you an exasperated look. "Look, (y/n), I can't go a day without swearing. I guess that's just how it works."

Scoffing, you said, "Yeah, because that's the way my idiot works." Lovino felt a pang in his heart, though didn't show it.

"I bet you can't even make it through an hour without cursing," you say, biting into an apple from the counter. Lovino surged with anger. This girl was clearly underestimating him.

"I can too!" Lovino protested. "Really?" you ask with doubt. "Don't underestimate me, bella." Lovino growled. "Hmph." you said, sticking your nose in the air.

"Okay, I'll make you a damn deal." Lovino snarled. "Which is?" you ask, interested in the fact of Lovino losing to you. "If I can make it through an hour without cursing, I win the deal."

"Oh, goodie. What are the prizes for either of us winning the bet?" Lovino smirked. "If I win, you have to sit down tonight and watch all of the Twilight movies."

Shuddering, you said, "Whoa, calm down Satan. What's in it if I win?" Lovino shrugged. "I'll let you decide." Grinning, you stated, "Okay. If I win, I get to pull your curl."

Lovino's eyes widened and he looked to the ground, not wanting you to look at the massive blush spreading on his olive complexion. "Deal." he growled.

You smiled. "Great! It's 12:30 right now, so if you can make it to 1:30, you win." Lovino towered over you, only three inches from your face. He had a devilish smirk on his face.

"Oh, I will win." he whispered, his hot breath tickling your face. Blushing, you backed away and went back to the couch. Jumping on it, you whipped your phone from your pocket and texted Antonio.

Lovi and I are in a bet that he can't curse for a whole hour. Get over here and help me win this thing!

Not long after, your phone beeped signaling you had a new text. But, chica, Gil and Francis are over here. You grinned, texting back, All the better. Hurry over here!

Lovino was finishing up the spaghetti when the doorbell rang. "Oi, (y/n), get the door, will ya?" Lovino barked. Groaning, you got up form the couch lazily, struggling to contain your laughter.

Opening the door, you were faced with the Bad Touch Trio, grinning like children on Christmas morning. You put a finger to your lips and signaled for the three to quietly sneak in.

The three men soundlessly made their way underneath the counter of the kitchen. "Who was that?" Lovino asked you. "Nothing. Must've been some ding-dong-ditchers." you answered as cooly as possible.

"Those f--I MEAN, uh, crazy, uh..." Jesus, this is hard. Lovino thought, scowling. You smiled victoriously. "Nevermind." Lovino dismissed, turning his back to you. You made your way behind the counter and gave the trio the signal.

Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert sprang up with noise makers and screamed, "HELLO!!" Lovino jumped six inches in the air and screamed, "HOLY SHIIIIITOCKEY MUSHROOMS!"

"Damn it, so close." Gilbert said with disappointment. Lovino growled. "How the flying fudge did you monsters slither in?" he snarled. "I invited them," you said casually, leaning on the counter.

"Nice try, bella. I'm not cracking." Lovino said, turning the stove off. Francis snickered. "Ohonhonhon~! That's a funny joke, mon ami. Lovi, you will definitely crack."

Antonio nodded, smiling. "True, amigo. If anyone, Lovi would win in a cursing contest." If looks could kill, the trio would be dust from Lovino's glares.

"Don't underestimate me." he growled. "I'm bored." you complained, slipping on your favorite socks. "I'm going to slide around the kitchen, who cares to join me?" you asked.

"(y/n), I wouldn't." Lovino warned. You shrugged. "What could happen?" you said, running from the living room onto the cold, hard tile of the kitchen floor.

Lovino was right, you really shouldn't have. While he was cooking, he spilled grease on the tile. But he didn't know he spilled that much. Lovino saw you tripping backward, and he envisioned your blood staining the white tile.

Luckily, he was wearing shoes, and caught you in the nick of time. "WHAT THE HELL, (Y/N)?! YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN SERIOUSLY HURT, GODDAMMIT!" he yelled. Still in an aftershock from the event, you stuttered, "I didn't know, I-"

"Jesus Christ, (y/n)! You could have fucking split your skull!" he shouted. Francis, Gilbert, and Tony scolded you with worry.

"Frau, are you alright?"

"Chica!"

"Ma cherie, don't do that again!"

Recovering, you still noticed that you were still in Lovino's arms, and you blushed. "Wait, you cursed." you noticed, smirking.

"OF COURSE I SWORE, IDIOTA! I FUCKING CARE A LOT ABOUT YOU!" Lovino hollered. That instantly wiped the goofy grin off you, and your face softened.

"You do?" you said quietly. Lovino rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. Why do you think I was yelling at you?" You shook your head, hoisting yourself on the bar stool.

"Because you hate me. I've been getting that impression lately." It was true. He no longer seemed that happy when he hung out with you. It was just grumpiness.

Lovino shook his head, and shooed the three men to the living room. "I don't hate you." he promised, taking the stool beside you.

Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. "Yes you do. You don't have to hid it anymore, it's fine." you said, your voice cracking. "If I hated you so much, would I do this?"

Lovino leaned in close, so close you could smell the scent of him: tomatoes and pasta. How much you loved that smell. Your eyes lidded close as you felt his lips on yours.

Smirking, you winded your arms around his neck, and reached for the curl at the side of his head and gently tugged it. Lovino pulled away and gasped. "What was that for?!" he hollered.

You just sat there with a smug smirk. "I still get my earnings. I won the bet." you say. Lovino shook his head and smiled. "Well, now you're going to pay the price." he stated with a low voice that made you shudder.

He slammed his lips to yours, pulling you almost of your stool when he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. You set your hands on his neck, deepening the kiss.

You could feel his tongue licking your lip, begging for entrance. You happily granted it to him. He pulled apart, smirking. You whined when he broke the kiss. Lovino licked his lips hungrily before sealing your lips again.

You could totally get used to this.