Would anyone read a book about a character thatās basically eyeless jack. Itāll be where he tries to kill her but comes to realize he..likes?..her?..
The main idea of the story is that ājack learns even monsters can loveā
Itās going to be very dark, a morally grey relationship and itās not going to be a relationship until the last few chapters, im planning on a lot for this book but Iām wondering if anyone would be interested in being a beta reader? Anyone can! š
Thereās going to be sex but not much, not until the second book Iām planning on. Iām currently writing out how I want the chapters to go before I write them
Randomly stumbled over your melone writing and damn so fluff... had a bad day really helped thank you~...
OMGGG Iām so glad!! I didnāt think anyone would like it tbh LMAO š but Iām so glad it helped! Like legitimately this made me so happy! If you had anything youād want me to write you can always request something and Iād be happy to make it! Thank you for reading my work!
Note: MY FIRST PROSCIUTTO FIC, I love this man so much š„ŗ I just wanna squeeze himmm, Anyways I dramatized this quite a bit š but basically it's a REALLY bad panic attack, Also idc what y'all say Pros is a soft lover š
5:49
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6:00
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Nothing.
You received nothing from Prosciutto and his phone kept going straight to voicemail, worrying you horribly. You remembered exactly what Prosciutto told you before he left. Hell, it was practically engraved in your mind, playing on repeat. It was like a carousel of madness, spinning around in your mind over and over as you try to make sense of his body language.
āIāll be back home by 4:00, Tesoro, I promise Iāll be home before it. I promise.ā Prosciutto whispered softly, his hands caressing the sides of your face. You couldnāt help but lean into his touch as tears streamed down your face. You were always scared when Melone and Prosciutto went on missions. You knew how ruthless it was in the mafia, any moment may be your last. Prosciutto moved his thumbs up to wipe your tears away, a sad expression on his face.
You cleared your throat shakily before you spoke, thinking over your words as best as you can āHow do you know?... What-...What if theyāre strong?..W-what if-..ā You stutter out, starting to work yourself up and before you could finish your sentence you start sobbing. He was quick to shush you in a soft tone, looking down at you with a soft and understanding gaze. āDonāt think like that, sweet girl...Iāve done this hundreds of times...I promise Iāll be fine...but...no matter what happens Iāll come back to you..body or soulā¦ā He whispers out, causing you to sob harder and hold onto his blazer tightly.
Looking back on the conversation you could tell how serious it was from how Prosciutto reacted to you wrinkling his blazer.
He didnāt.
That truly scared you. You knew how careful he is of the blazer, even with you.
You couldnāt help but start overthinking, immediately the worst thing that could happen came to your mind, making you start to hyperventilate.
Prosciuttoās death.
The more you thought, the more you got upset, and ended with you curling up on your shared bed, holding his pillow to your chest as you fight to breathe.
You heard quick footsteps travel up the stairs and someone practically pull the door off of its hinges. Slowly, you turn to go see who was at the door, it was Melone with a look of concern plastered all over his features. As quickly as you looked, you turned away, hiding your face from Melone. You hated when they saw you upset but part of you wanted them to see you this upset. You hated knowing that they felt bad for you but it made you feel so much better when they wrap their arms around you, pulling you into a sweet and warm embrace.
Seemingly out of nowhere, you feel arms wrap around your chest and the bed beside you dip from Meloneās weight. You kept looking forward, knowing youād start crying if you saw his expression. Even though you couldnāt see his face, you just knew that he was frowning. It was silent for a little bit, Melone didnāt say anything and you didnāt either, you both just stayed in each other's embrace, cuddling up to each other for comfort and warmth.
After a few minutes of silence, Melone spoke up in a quiet and low tone, sadness prominent in his voice. āSweet girlā¦why are you so upsetā¦? What happened?ā You took in a shaky breath and stayed quiet for a moment as you tried to conjure up a response, almost coming up emptyhanded.
Almost.
ā...P-prosā¦H-he-...ā You sob out, gasping for breath as you cry, holding onto Melone tighter. Your fingers dug into Meloneās shoulder painfully. If he felt it he never reacted to it, and he was quick to lean down, kissing you softly- which you reciprocated halfheartedly before pulling away and gazing down at you with soft eyes. āBabyā¦heās all okayā¦letās call him?ā He suggests calmly before frowning when you break down into sobs yet again.
Holding up your phone, you turned it on with shaky fingers, clicking on his icon and calling him. Melone furrowed his eyebrows when it went to voicemail, causing you to put your phone down harshly- more harshly than you intended and curled up on the bed, your back turned to him.
Melone sat up and moved his hand to your shoulder, gently rubbing it as he moves to the edge of the bed āIāll be right back hunnyā¦I need to make a phone callā¦ā he whispers before leaving the room. You just laid there, your shoulders shaking as you fought away more sobs, your chest hurting and eyes raw from how much crying youāve done.
6:10 turned to 7:00
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7:00 turned to 7:30
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You hadnāt heard anything from Melone or Prosciutto and you didnāt have the energy or willpower to get up. You hadnāt moved an inch, fading in and out of unwanted sleep over and over. Slowly, between pauses of waking up over and over things started to change in your surroundings but you were too out of it to notice how things appeared in your peripherals, just to vanish the next time you woke up. It happened a few times over and over before you got used to this abnormality, thinking nothing of it.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you as they utter your name repeatedly, sounding like a prayer of just your name as they begged you to wake up, to look at them. In your state, you couldnāt comprehend what they were saying or realize that you got picked up and held to someoneās chest. You opened your eyes tiredly, trying to get them to adjust to the lights in the house as they walked, bouncing you with every movement slightly.
As your eyes got used to the light, everything started to come into view. A blonde figure was setting you down on a cold surfaceā¦You swore he was dead..You didnāt think he was still alive... You shook your head and brought your hands up to your eyes, rubbing them to try and wake up from this dream. The blonde man was talking, but you couldnāt tell what he was saying. All of his words were background noise and jumbled together incoherently.
His strange words started to get more familiar as time went on. He never left your side as he continued talking even when you didnāt respond. After some time, you finally started hearing semi-coherently. You could tell most of the words he was saying but not all of them. Some of his words were still jumbled up and confusing.
āBeddaā¦can you hear me?ā
āOh, hunny Iām so sorryā¦Iām home now...Iām okay..please say somethingā¦anythingā¦ā
āPlease hunnyā¦ā
He repeated those phrases over and over, like a broken record forced to play on repeat. You tried to sit up, your eyes slowly starting to adjust.
You were in the bathtub with Prosciutto kneeling right beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes. You squinted your eyes as you look around, seeing Melone in the doorway, leaning up against the frame with red, puffy eyes. You could tell heās been crying.
When Melone spotted your eyes trained on him, he rushed to you, kneeling down beside you and leaning over the bathtub. Prosciutto is quick to hold onto your hand, making your eyes focus on him. You couldnāt believe what you were seeing. Prosciutto wasnāt?..dead?...
No..itās just a dreamā¦It has to beā¦
You were torn from overthinking when Prosciutto moves his hands to both sides of your face, making you look at him. He had a stern expression on his face as he looks you in the eyes. You swear you could see tears forming at the sides of his eyes but you may be wrong. But then againā¦
āHunny look at meā¦Iām right here..Iām not dead..Iām so sorry I was away for so long but I promise Iām okay..thereās not a single scratch on meā¦I promise Iām okayā¦ā Prosciutto whispers softly, his tone contradicting his stern gaze. You started to cry softly at this, mustering the strength to wrap your arms around Prosciutto and push yourself close to his chest, trying to calm yourself down as you press your head to his chest
Ba-dumpā¦Ba-dumpā¦Ba-dumpā¦Ba-dump...
That was all you needed to confirm him to actually be alive. He was actually standing here with you. Alive. In one piece.
You felt another pair of arms wrap around your body, pinning you between two beating chests. Melone. The three of you never said anything, opting to bask in each other's presence. After a while you heard sniffling, causing you to start crying again along with them.
Nobody said anything, every one running their hands over each other lovingly to remind yourselves that youāre all okay. You all stayed like that before going to bed, cuddling with each other. This night felt different than when you all usually cuddle. This time, everyone is seeking comfort from one another from the stressful and intense day. As you all passed out in each other's embrace you swore you could hear both of your men whispering unintelligible things to each other as they tried to make sense of what each other was saying.
All though you went through the grieving process over your very much living boyfriend, this night reminded you just how much you love both of them. You wouldnāt have this any other way.
Note: This is yet again another repost...I have a bigger thing I just wrote a few days ago so think of these as little drabbles :)
You thought the day couldnāt get worse. How could you actually believe that? Somehow, you did, and it got you into a bigger mess than before. Heart shattered, you walk into the base, your eyes fixated on the ground as you feel everyone's eyes pierce you. You chose to ignore them, not wanting to talk right now. As tears well in your eyes you walk faster to your room, ignoring the questions going around the room. Varying from āwhatās wrong with them?ā to āDid something happen?ā
You went into your room and closed the door. You made a beeline to your bed and curled up the dam breaking the moment you let your body feel the fabric of the sheets. You didnāt want anyone to see you like this, makeup running down your face as tears stained your pillow, the one you were hugging to your chest tightly. You hated showing this side of you to people. It made you feel weak...vulnerable even.
Suddenly, a knock at the door made your sobbing practically stop. āJust a minute!ā You call, cursing your voice when it sounds hoarse and shaky. You quickly start wiping your face with your hands, trying to remove any trace of what took place.
You couldāve screamed when they opened the door. Well technically you *tried* but it came out as a weak whisper, so quiet you could barely hear it yourself. Melone walked in and closed the door behind himself before continuing to walk towards you, sitting down beside you. You couldnāt help but turn your face away from his, not wanting him to see you like this. āWhatās wrong?..ā Melone ask softly, worry prominent in his voice. Heaving out a sigh, you turn to him and show them your face as you shake your head āno..ā You whisper, starting to sob again.
He lets out a small āaww baby..ā and gently picks you up, setting you on his lap. He gets comfortable and holds you close, making sure you can hear his heartbeat, hoping it'll help soothe you. Starting to pet your hair again they fill the silence āYou donāt have to tell me what happened... Just know it'll be okay baby. I swear it will. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, but one day. I donāt know how big or small of a thing it is thatās upsetting you, but itāll get better. And~ Iāll be with you the whole way. You donāt have to face this alone, even if you think you can.ā Melone kisses your head softly as he rocks you, smiling to himself when he feels you relax.
āI love youā is all you can whisper, turning your head and kissing his collarbone, wrapping your arms around him tightly āAnd I love you too baby. So much~ā The both of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, falling asleep in each other's embrace after a short while.
Notes: This is a reupload and yes, it's my writing and it's old so the more I upload the more you'll see my work improve ^-^
It was a quiet day in the base, Ghiaccio was surprisingly quiet, there were no games in the living room, and nobody was out. Well except for Melone. The purple-haired boy was on his computer, vigorously typing away with concentration written all over his face. Building up the courage, you decided to walk over to him, smiling shyly. His head perks up at the sound of your footfall. āHi Y/n~ā he purrs, his lips curling into a smile.
You walk over to him, a smile also on your face as you sit down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as you look at his laptop screen. āHi, Melone~ What're you doing here?ā You see his eyes light up and he turns his laptop towards you a little so the both of you can see it. He looks over at you as he says āIām finishing my work from last night. I decided to take advantage of the peace in the base. We donāt get it a lot with the others, especially when all of them are homeā Melone sighs, taking his laptop off of his lap. Looking up at him as he turns away from you, you're finally able to take in his pretty face from another angle. The way his mask makes his face more defined and how beautifully his hair drapes down his neck. You get lost in thought, studying his face.
When you come back to reality, heās looking at you with a grin āWhatāre you thinking about?~ā He grabs your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, smiling wide as you get a stronger whiff of his cologne. It smelled amazing, high quality no doubt. āYou~ā You whisper out, gently touching his hair as he smiles and brings a hand to your back, gently rubbing his hand up and down your spine lovingly. āYouāre so cute. You know that, right?ā He whispers back, closing his eyes contently. You can feel your face flush as he pulls you closer to his chest āNot as cute as you~ā He gently kisses your temple. Both of you sit there happily, just enjoying each other's presence.
imagine feeling down, your f/o instantly notices. they place their hand out for you, pulling you close and start slow dancing. humming a song, they softly smile and admire you, they adore you and you can just feel it surrounding you. you forgot why you were down in the first place.
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