《Doctors Orders | La squadra x Reader》1 | Tracing stones
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The trouble is that humans have a bad habit, encouraged by pendants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil is interesting. This is the reason of the person: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
There's such a case in everyone, and there's a reciprocal of it too. They do not feel deserving of happiness, some days, and on others they convince themselves pain is everlasting.
Some people even have the gall to compare their pain to others, their experiences to someone who, as far as they know, may have had it better or worse than them.
Melone looks at his palms emptily, the hands of a murderer he's never really sure he wanted to become, and will never be proud of; then he thinks of his new teammate, a blind person (a nurse no less) who's probably suffered for a terribly long time. Who's had it worse, he wonders?
"This is our teams healer," Risotto's monotone voice snapped him from his thoughts, leading him to actually take them time to look at their new hire instead of dazing off, "treat them with respect. You'll refer to them as Doctor (L/n), if not that, then simply nurse (Y/n). Anything less and you know what will happen."
They looked so... Friendly? It was unusual, how they carried this sort of warmness around their body, how that glint of welcome glimmered off of their grinning teeth, and how a touch of softness appeared in their wave. This was (Y/n) (L/n), the blind nurse, and possible angel.
Melone could feel a sting of heat pinch at his cheek when they turned to look, but of course not directly at, him and his simple clothes; as they were dressed in a form-fitting white lab coat, vinyl black boots, and strange rubber gloves that reached their elbows.
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Goodness, could such a person be so gorgeous? Like temptation curling its finger at a sinner, they merely stood there, as if he were meant to reach his arms out and just indulge in that sense of comfort he's longed to have. Their perfect imperfections on their (s/c) face, the cute little loops their (h/l) (h/c) hair made here and there, what a doll...
"It's nice to meet you all!" Their voice as sweet as sugar, their tone as soft as wool. "As you know, I can't really see... So, would you mind if I traced your faces really quick? With my hands, of course, so that I may know what each of you look like?"
"You can do that?" A curious Formaggio hummed.
"Yep~! It paints me a crystal clear picture of you in my head!"
"That's crazy! Hey, me first! I wanna go!"
And first he went, eagerly hopping onto this fancy, brand-spanking new hospital bed that Risotto acquired just for them, crossing his legs childishly as he waited for the interesting nurse to join his side. They walked over there with ease, stopping right when they should, and even bringing their hands to his face perfectly, as if they could really see him.
It was strange, and so horribly intriguing, that it itched at Melones natural curiosity as to how they managed such a thing. Did they practice for this? Do they have a stand that gives them the power to see despite their disability?
Gently, carefully, like handling but a child, (Y/n) discarded their funny rubber gloves and hesitantly reached out to Formaggio's face, the man flinching slightly when their assumedly cold fingers grazed his cheeks, then up his forehead.
His bushy eyebrows were brushed through with nimble movements, his nose was traced delicately in a way that made him giggle, and his chin was wrinkled with a slight pinch.
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"My, what a darling face structure!" They beamed, smiling at the feeling of heat burning on his cheeks. "You're very handsome, sir!"
"You're too sweet, sugar!"
Next up was Prosciutto, who as all except eager to let a stranger touch him all over, especially on the face.
Melone was too focused on himself to care about what they did to prosciutto, how they complimented his cheek bones, or how they said his lips were perfect. He didn't want someone like (Y/n) to see him; this could be the one person that would never have to know the face of his horrid being, this could be the only person that could never judge him.
Through all his sulking, time passed in a blur, and before he knew it, it was finally his turn, with Risotto coming in last right behind him.
He marched forward, however hesitantly, and slid onto the table, looking up at the nurse with slight unease. He didn't want for them to know him, he wanted them to keep their privilege of having never known the face of someone like him. He's ridiculed enough by his peers, getting laughed at by a blind person would make it all the worse, and might just push him over the edge.
But their hands, right as they made contact with his soft skin, forced him to melt into their touch. He couldn't stop himself, his head sinking into their palms as they felt around his cheeks and up his eyes, body almost going slack if he hadn't caught himself. How could someone be so gentle?
They treated him as if he were the finest china doll, nimble, somewhat trembling fingers grazing over his lips, and along his sharp nose. His almost gem-like eyes fluttered to a close when they cupped his face, his freckled skin reacting to each slight touch as he practically pushed himself into them.
"Oh, you must have such beautiful hair; I can tell just by feeling it!" (Y/n) giggled, finding that their fingers had accidently slipped through his tresses when feeling his ears. "They feel like silk between my fingers, I'd run my hands through it all day if I really could."
He almost felt ashamed that he indulged in the idea. To think, he could enjoy such an act of intimacy, nothing sexual for once; it almost made him giddy.
All too soon, his time was up, and he was ushered off the bed by Risotto, who was ready to get it over with so everyone could go on with their day.
Melone was left longing for the phantom feeling of their touch on his skin, as he sauntered off to stand by the door, utterly ignoring the talk of the others as they laughed at (Y/n) for struggling to find their capos face, which was high above where they were feeling for it.
Their laughter was apart of the chorus of snickers that erupted from the other hitmen when the nurse finally managed to find his face-- Their giggles sounded like the fight of a hundred beautiful butterflies taking flight on a warm spring day, their colors jumbled and blurred into a stunning mosaic that left him breathless.
"Pardon me for saying this, capo, but you have such gorgeous eyes!" So gentle, so caring. "I can tell by feeling your cheeks, you know! They're simply beautiful!"
Risotto almost looked surprised by their comment, offering a quick thanks before allowing them to continue, taking in each compliment about his nose, or his jaw, with gratitude. Yes, as useless as a blind nurse may seem, this one might actually be worth the time.
Maybe he'd start looking forward to getting hurt, if it meant that he'd be able to see that darling nurse at the end of the hall.
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Sewing Bullets (Sorrentino Mafia 1)
They should never have met. Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld. But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't deny the pull they felt towards the other. They thought they could make it casual, to take comfort in the other's bodies and then walk away. But any hope of that ended when the strip turned blue and if he knows anything about his world; once you're in it there is no leaving.
8 145Bruised (Not Edited)|✔️
Ava Carter was a 17 year old orphan. She was a member of the Crystal Blue Pack. She was the punching bag in her pack, as people usually walked all over her, literally. She was the weakling, the outcast, the loner who no one ever bothered to get to know.Until the night of her birthday when she overheard a conversation that left her with no other decision but to leave and never look back. She had never been outside the pack territory, so she had no idea what was lurking in the woods.She ran into the most handsome man that she had ever seen in her entire life and he uttered one word, four letters that changed her life forever."Mine"Jayden King was the alpha of the North Pack. He was the most feared alpha and was often times referred to as the alpha of all alphas. No one who trespassed on his land, ever lived long enough to tell the tale.He was a very cold and heartless man. Until the night he ran into someone he had long ago lost hope of finding. Now he has her and instead of being the mate that she had always hoped for, he ignores her._______________________________________________Highest Rankings:#1 in rogue- 28/10/20#1 in mates- 25/10/20#1 in claim- 06/11/20#1 in alpha- 10/11/20#1 in broken- 18/11/20#1 in trespassing- 25/11/20#1 in powers- 26/11/20#1 in beta- 06/01/21#1 in healer- 15/01/21#1 in pack- 26/01/21#1 in wolfpack- 10/02/21#1 in wolves- 13/03/21#1 in luna- 18/03/21#1 in matebond- 24/11/21#2 in werewolf- 24/11/20#2 in rebel- 03/01/21
8 286The Contract
My heart shattered the second I walked into that bar and saw my boyfriend of three years making out with who I thought was my best friend. My boyfriend, the one who had just talked to me about getting married to me a few nights ago. In a night of heartbreak and alcohol, I bowed to forget about him. But fate threw me a curve ball when I woke up in bed with the person I least expected... Dad's partner and the same man that I had lost my virginity to when I was younger, Daniel Halloway.To make matters worse, we were married, and he refuses to annul our marriage. "I'll give you a divorce, but only after our contract is over. After that, you're free to go." he corners me back to the wall making me feel like a small prey, waiting to be devoured by its hunter. "But until then... You're mine, and I will do with you as I so damn well please." he whispers in my ear, sending shivers up my spine.
8 193Anaya
Only regret in Anaya Brooks short yet fulfilling life was leaving her loyal yet extremely stubborn husband alone to himself after her death.Even though she got to know that her life was about to end at the young age of twenty-eight, Anaya Brooks was not sad. But the only concern which made her reluctant to leave was her husband who foolishly loved her to no end. Wondering how the man would cope up after she was gone.Some might say, it is so romantic that her husband refused to love anyone else after she was gone, being so loyal to her even after her death. Yet for Anaya Brooks, her husband was her best friend, her life partner, the one she wholeheartedly loved, so she did not want him to be alone for the rest of his life all by himself. It was unethical and foolish, not to mention utterly lonely.So for an unknown reason when Anaya Brooks got a second chance at life, what could she do?What could an infant do to make a thirty-year-old man find his next love?
8 180London's Guard Is Falling Down
A tragedy happens in London King's family that leaves him parentless. Nevertheless, a close family friend named Ezra Haven, takes him in and lets London live with him and his family. Everything is fine, until London has to deal with Ezra's oldest daughter; Paris Haven. London is a pretty reserved, laid-back person. However, don't mistake his quietness for cowardliness. He'll defend himself and put someone in their place if need be. He's never had to deal with someone like Paris Haven, his small trouble, the first person who's ever been able to take him out of character. Also the first person he's ever taken down his wall for. Paris Haven has always had a reckless mouth. Sometimes she doesn't think about what she says before she says it. She's never had someone really check her until she meets London King - the attractive enigma sleeping in the room next to her's. Not knowing anything about London has Paris wondering who really is this discreet guy living in the same house as her.☽☽☽ "You want me to say I'm sorry or something? I'm sorry for ruining your beauty sleep." "You don't have to apologize. Just don't do it again." He walked out. "Yeah, okay, bye, London. Bye, bitch." I heard his footsteps coming back to my room. "Listen, stop calling me names as soon as I walk away." "I call everyone bitch," I lied. "I'm not everyone, so I expect you to call me by my given name. I don't care that you're disrespectful with everybody, you're not going be disrespectful with me." "Okay." "Okay," he concluded. I stuck my middle finger up when he turned his back.☽☽☽#1 in Black Fiction#2 in Contemporary Lit June 23#15 in BWBM May 4#12 in girlxboy May 7th#34 in boyxgirl April 29th#31 in Roommates April 26th#1 in Romance April 26th#2 in Love April 26th#13 in rich girl May 29th#15 in rich kids April 29th
8 70Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel
[EDITING]For him, the whole world was on fire except her.And he didn't let a single flame touch her. For her, she herself was on fire. And she protected the whole world from her flames. Especially him.+++Living with the demons of her past who are no one but her own self and her parents who bring out a constant reminder as to why she deserves such demons. Rhea Sangster moves into a new town along with her alcoholic mother, splitting away from the few remnants of her once happy and wholesome family. With a past as dark as hers and a promise, she made to never accept any sort of happiness as to which she thought she deserved but was proved wrong when he comes crashing back in...Being diagnosed with a disorder that could ruin one's life by uncontrollable anger, Damien Jones strives each day with the hope of not blacking out and causing harm to the few people he actually cares about. From being in rehab for less than a year and having to retake his senior year as a high schooler while living with his stepbrother, stepfather and mother in the opulent side of town which he merely despised. From spending his time racing and skating, keeping his mind away from drugs he finds the biggest drug of his life. Everything spins when he meets the eyes of the girl who once was able to cure him...
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