2p!F.A.C.E. x teen!reader- She's growing up(ch.6)

You cleared the rest of your tears then parted from your cousin's arms. 

"(ragazza). Just because you can help, doesn't mean I'm letting you get too involved," her dad told her.

"Then what am I to do?!"

"Oh! Oh! You can plan it, cousin! You're really smart and I'm no good at that stuff. I would just say, lets go now, but I'm pretty sure that's not very smart," you offered.

"...Fine, but I rather be holding a gun to help you...Alright. I have something but it's going to take both mafias. What I want for them to do is cause a distraction. Lure as many of the Russians as you can away from the main house where Ivan will be. After that, (poppet) will go in, finish off the remainder, then get to Ivan. I'm confident you can do it, (poppet)."

"Oh, I bet I can!" you gave a thumbs up and giggled.

"Yes. I've heard stories about you. I've never asked, but is it true you killed people at five and felt nothing about it?"

"Uh-huh! Bad guys get no feelings from me~!"

"Wow."

"Wait. Wait. You can't seriously be thinking to just send (poppet) in by herself. With no one else?" Peter pointed out.

"Don't you worry, Petey! I'll be just fine!" you assured.

"Look. I get that you're probably capable of killing someone but that doesn't mean you can just off a mafia boss. Think about this. Lets just do the smart thing and ha-"

"No," you interrupted, "No. I'm doing it. I'll be the one to kill him. No one else. I'll kill him and Toris...Peter...Just help me...and trust in my cousin cause I trust her."

"...I just don't know, (poppet)."

"Y-you don't trust me?" your cousin's voice choked out as her hands gripped her bear and her eyes fell to the floor.

"Well, you were thinking of killing (poppet), no more than fifteen minutes ago."

"H-how'd you know that?!"

"You were trying to kill me?!"

"T-that's not the point here, cousin!"

You put your hand up to your forehead and wipe it as you let out a breath of relief, "I knew it! You couldn't kill me!"

"W-well...I have thought about it," she lowered her head. Her hands played around with her bear as she went on, "I-I was...actually coming close to attempting it a few times. I'm really sorry, (poppet)!"

You put one of your hands to your mouth. "Oh my. I never thought you'd be one to think such violence! I thought you were much more innocent than that!"

"I-I'm sorry."

"Don't be! I'm proud to say that my little cousin has this same murdering instinct like the rest!" you wrapped one of your arms around her and pull her closely to you, "I was starting to think you'd get left out, if you didn't get it!"

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be?!"

"I could have killed you!"

You swat your hand at her, "No, you couldn't have!"

"I promise, (poppet). I didn't care if you were family or not."

"What are you talking about?...," you blinked and scratched your head curiously, "You can't kill me because I'm better at this than you."

"...Excuse me?"

"What?" you loosened up your grip on her and looked to her. Her eyes stared into yours, seemingly searching for conformation.

"Repeat what you said."

"You mean, 'you can't kill me because I'm better at this than you?'"

She nods and walks a little distance away from you, "That's what I thought you said. Uhm!" she claps once and lets out a sigh, "(poppet). I don't think you really understand...what the hell you're dealing with."

"Huh?"

"Ya see, to you, for some reason, you see me as a scared, naive little girl, in need of your help."

You nod energetically, "Uh-huh! Sounds just like you!"

"Yeah. Cool. Whatever. You're missing a crucial point here...Bitch, I kill people!"

Your hand finds its way to the appropriate placements on your hip as you poke your lips out and wag your other hand's finger at her, "Well, so do I, but you don't see me whooping and cursing about it so vulgarly!"

"How dare you! I'm fucking fabulous, damn it and I will not stand for you looking down on me!"

You bring your hands together by your chest as you lean forward and tilt your head some, "I'm sure you're developing into something really special, (ragazza) and don't think of it as me looking down on you! Think of it as fact given to you by an actual pro at this! You couldn't kill me, even if you wanted to!"

"I could murder you right now, if I really wanted to!"

You open your arms out wide, "Alright then. Would you like to try?" she grinds her teeth in responds to you. You shrug, "You're not going to try? Come on."

"Shut the fuck up! I don't have anything on me!"

You lean your face in some, "Then a fist fight. Come on. You can even get the first hit! Right in the face, if you want."

"Don't tempt me!"

You giggle at her and cross your arms over your chest, "Come now, (ragazza). Just say that your big cousin is better. I can even help you!"

"Screw you! I don't need your damn help!"

You tsk as you circle around her, "See? Here's your problem!" you tug at her collar, "You wear your pride like your favorite pair of pink dress shoes!" you do a spin in front of her before coming to a complete stop. You poke both of her cheeks with an index fingers, "You need to think about learning. Not just showing off," you pinch one of her cheeks and she cringes, "Silly little cupcake~" you let go to pat the top of her head, "But it's ok! Big cousin's here to help, if you're willing to listen!"

(ragazza) rubs her cheek lightly. She distracts her eyes as she lets out a quiet, "Y-you're right."

You turn your back to her and point your finger in the air in a matter-of-factly way, "Alrighty then! Just remember," you turn back to her and lace both of your arms around her neck with one foot in the air, "Everything big cousin does is to help you!"

"(p-poppet)! Quit it!" she tries to push you off, in the motions, she drops her bear on the floor.

"Oh, I can't wait until this is over and I get to take you out places like gang shoot outs, drug wars, oh! And chasing poachers! Yeah! I like that one! Get a good workout!"

"Really cute psychopathic niece you got there," Luciano snidely complimented Francis.

"Uh-huh. Smart anger management child you're raising," he retorted.

As you battled trying to get a better grip around her neck and to keep a hold of her, one of your feet accidentally finds its way on top of her bear. She screams then pushes your roughly before getting on her knees and snatching the stuffed animal into her lap, causing you to slip backwards onto the ground. "M-mama. Are you ok?!"

"Aye! I got a question!" Ravis shouts with his hand up a bit, "Why the hell do you care so much about that bear?"

"Yeah!" you agreed, also wanting to know the secret behind it.

"I-I just do!"

"But why though? You can tell us, (ragazza)! We're family here!...Mostly," you glared up at Luciano slyly, "...So tell us!"

"...Well...You can't laugh, alright?" You nodded then pointed to Peter. Peter quickly slapped his hand over Ravis' mouth then nodded for you to go. "Well...," she holds up the bear, "This is my mom now."

Peter rubbed his ear, just encase he didn't hear her right, "I'm sorry, what?"

"So. What does she have?" Francis speculated.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on. What is she? Schizophrenic, multiple personality, mentally retarded?"

 "Wow! That bear's your mom?!" you marveled. You gently caressed it's face, "I'm sorry for stepping on you!"

"I don't know. Why don't you take little (poppet) to the doctor and find out?"

(ragazza) crosses her legs then faces your uncle. "Oh, uhm. Francis. My mom said no one would probably believe me on this, so we're going to need you to confirm it. My mom says this might give you an idea of who she is. She says, 'Oh, sure we can do that too! Got two hundred on you for it?'...I don't get it much."

"Oh shit!" he nodded as he recalled the memory, "That's funny! That's who your mom is. You couldn't have just thought that one up, right now."

"I-I can't believe your mom had you say something like that!" her dad fussed.

"Mama says, 'Fuck off, Luci. With all the cursing you have her say. I hint one thing and now I get the unfit parent stamp. Bite me, please.' Wow. You're strange today, mama."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Can you ask her what she thinks of me?!" you eagerly asked. You then waved to the bear, "Hi! I'm (poppet)!"

"She says, 'Well hey there, ya little spirited pink and blue frosted mini wheat! You looking just like when I first saw you in that alley; like a fairytale character made out of cotton candy.' What is with you, ma?"

"You remember from all the way back then?! Yeah! I guess we've already met before, pretty much! (ragazza) told me that you're very caring."

(ragazza) rolls her eyes as her cheeks are brushed with pink, "She says, 'Aww. Well I hope to see more of you! Cute little ball of fluff!'"

"Oh! Let me talk to your mom!" Ravis raced over and scooped the bear up. He held it out at a distance and stared into it's all black eyes, "You gotta tell me exactly what she says, ok?"

"Alright."

"Hey there. I'm (ragazza's) boyfriend, Ravis."

"What in the actual fuck?!" (ragazza's) dad obviously knew nothing of their ongoing relationship.

"U-uhm! I-I don't want to do this anymore!" (ragazza) complained.

"Nu-uh! You gotta tell me what your mom's saying back to me!"

"S-she says,...'Oh it's that cute little boy from before! You know, I knew you and her would get together from the moment you called her a priss. I like you.'"

"Awesome!"

"She says, 'You're pretty awesome.'"

"Now that we've gotten to know each other and I see that you're super cool, I want to ask you something."

"She says, 'Whatever.'"

"Well, you see, I would like to ask...for your daughter's body in an unlawful threesome, with (poppet)."

You peeked over at your cousin and her face were ten different kinds of red before she started shouting, "Ravis! You sick, dir-"

"Lets do it!" you cheered, "What's a threesome?"

"I wish to touch their bodies in the most unholy and unspeakable ways imaginable. With my hands and with my tongue please. Is that ok?"

"Damn it, Ravis! It's like you enjoy pissing my dad off!"

"It's kind of enjoyable, maybe."

You and Flavio held back the angered Italian so he wouldn't just attack Ravis. Ravis kind of taunted him by showing him his middle fingers.

"Fuck you! I'm gonna find you later, take you somewhere nobody can hear you, beat the shit out of you, put you in a box, weight that bitch, send that shit to fucking Georgia and have them drown your ass!"

"Oh my god! You scare me so much!" Ravis sarcastically shook a little then laughed, "I'd fucking kick your ass while eating a fucking sandwich that your daughter made for me! Then take her to your house and fuck her in your bed room!"

"Ravis!" you, Peter, and (ragazza) yelled at him as your uncle was laughing too hard for words.

Ravis threw an arm over your cousin's shoulder, "So baby! What ya mom say?"

"I-I don't wanna repeat it!" she rocked back and forth.

"You gotta! What she say?!"

"D-don't make me!"

"What is it?!"

"S-she...She said i-if she was younger, she would definitely fuck with you."

"I like the sound of this! Yeah! Y'all could have mother, daughter tag teamed on me! I don't have a problem with older women."

"W-why are you pairing me with family?!"

"I don't know. It's hot and I thought it would make your dad even madder at me! You see? I could get your daughter and ya baby mama at the same damn time at fourteen! I could steal ya life by twenty."

The next morning, you get up early and sneak off to your dad's room. The sun has barely lit the house enough for someone to see as you crept through the hallway and cracked the door open. You peeked before slipping all the way into the room. You tip toed to the bed and crawled in. You swung your leg over your dad's body then pushed some of the covers down so your could see his face better. You had one of your fingers make light circles on his cheek as you studied his sleeping form. His eyes suddenly opened then looked up to yours.

"Poppet. What might you be doing?"

"I wanted to watch you sleep," you whispered as you pet his hair, "I also wanted to be the first thing you saw when you woke. We're going to be spending the whole day together, so I'm also going to be the last thing you see today."

"How sweet."

"I love you daddy. No matter what. As long as you're my daddy, nothing else in the world matters. I should have stayed home with you yesterday," your eyes clouded with regret, "I-I'm sorry."

He combed your hair back with his fingers, "Darling. I love you too. You worry too much."

You laid your head down on his shoulder with your eyes closed, "I want to be with you forever, daddy...I hope we die together. No!...We will." you felt his breathing get a bit uneven. He pet your hair and you curiously looked up to his face, "Are you ok?"

"J-just fine, dear. It's just..."

"What is it?"

"W-well, I'm very happy that you love me darling but don't you think...How should I put this?...T-that maybe it's a little much?"

Your head quickly shot up and your eyes immediately locked onto his, "What are you saying?"

"N-nothing bad! Just that...we maybe a little too attached to each other."

"Don't say that! There's no such thing!" you sternly debated at him. You sat back on his legs, "W-we're just close! We were always close! We always will be! No matter what! W-why?! A-are you trying to say you don't want me anymore?!"

"N-no! Poppet!"

"Y-you want a different daughter, huh?!" He sat up and hugged you, "D-don't leave me."

"I would never...That's not how I meant it."

"H-how did you mean it?"

"...Just forget I said it. Lets get our day going, my darling."

You sniffed and wiped your eyes with a subtle smile, "Ok."

"Go get dressed."

"Alright!" you hopped down then skipped out.

You went off to the shower with your arms filled with your clothes and accessories that you'd be wearing for the day. After drying off, you tossed on your pink dress. Underneath the dress, from the waist down, were about three layers of nylon netting. You then tossed on your white apron that you liked. Your dad made it for you. It had two pockets on it. One was light blue and white checkered and the other has a little blue heart. Next, you slipped on your blue and white stripped tights, along with your brown penny loafers.

You then make your way over to the mirror and brush your hair. You admired it as you got your pigtails down. You next pulled out your make up bag that your uncle Flavio gave you about a year ago. You didn't use it often but you felt as if today would be special. You take out the peach blush and lightly brush it across your face. You placed it on the sink afterwards then used light pink lipgloss to coat your lips. You liked how it made them shine.

You combed through your pigtails one more time before leaving the bathroom. You stood waiting in the dining room for your dad with your fingers intertwined in front of you. When you saw him, you blushed as he was fixing his bowtie.

"Oh, what a lovely bowtie you have on today, daddy."

"Thank you, dear. It's one of my favorites actually!"

You held your hand out in front of you, "Then lets not waste it! Lets go out today!"

He scratched his head some. You rarely went out. You never really wanted to, if it had nothing to do with your friends or Fruitloop,"Go out?..."

"Yes! I'd love showing off my daddy to the world! We haven't went out together in awhile. We can go to that tea shop that's only a few blocks away! Oh! Then, lets go out to the store! We need mulch. We can garden when we get home!" you touched your cheeks as you started to get a but anxious, "Then we could bake cookies! Shaped like flowers!"

"What fun!" you two grabbed hands then went off to the door, "Might as well get going!"

You both walk together, hand in hand, chatting. As you got closer to the place, you leaned some on his shoulder. Since your dad was already short and you were having a growth spurt at the time, you could reach to lay your head on his shoulder.

The host helped you find a table then sat you to wait for your server. "It's nice here, daddy!"

"Yes, quite."

"Do you think uncle Francis would like to have this place?"

Your dad looked around for awhile as he rubbed his chin with his thumb, "Hm...Not sure...Would you like to ask him?"

"Lets just take it later. Anyway!" you reached over the table to hold both of his hands. You rested them on the cleared off wooden surface, "What were you doing all by yourself?"

"Oh, nothing darling! Don't worry your pretty little head about it!" he moved your hands close to his cheek.

"If you say so!"

A young woman walked over with a vibrant smile and a pen in one hand while the other held a notepad, "Good day! I'll be your waitress. Do you know what you'd like?"

"Oh my. We haven't even looked over the menu, have we dear? So silly."

"Right...," you let go then looked down at the table.

"Do you know what you want, poppet?"

"I'll get whatever you get!"

He giggled a bit, "Well alright dear. Lets get Jasmine green tea."

"Sounds splendid!"

After scribbling down the order, the waitress touched her heart, "You two are the most adorable couple I have ever seen!"

"C-couple?!" you and your dad's face went red.

"I'll be back as soon as your drinks are ready," with that, she left.

You touched your face as your mind raced on that one statement. You and your dad looked like a couple? Wasn't it clear that you were his daughter? Didn't you look enough like him?

Your dad looked down the direction the waitress left, "Well that was weird..."

"Do I not look like you?"

"I think you look just like me!" he tried comforting you.

"Well...No one's ever told me and Peter that we look like a cute couple..." you twiddled your fingers.

"(n-name)...A-are you trying to say something?"

"N-nothing like that!" you hid your face with your hands, feeling it get warmer, "I-I just mean...m-me and Peter should work to look more like a couple!" after your outburst, you shut your mouth tightly.

"I-if you say so," he cleared his throat and you fiddled with the blue lace of a bow around your neck.

Your waitress came back with your drinks. She sat them down then spoke, "I'm sorry if this is rude but, how long have you two been married?"

You looked down into your cup nervously, "W-we're not married."

"Huh?"

"She's my daughter."

"O-oh!" she used the dark colored tray that the cups came on to cover her mouth, "I-I am so sorry!"

"It's alright!" you both held your hands out towards her to try and calm her.

She bowed a few times, "I'm still sorry," before stepping out of the way and back to possibly the kitchen.