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Chapter Update | Stationary Traveler | Prosciutto x F!Reader

Hey everyone -- long time, no see! I’m slowly creeping out of my seemingly infinite hiatus to bring you the next chapter of Stationary Traveler. Check it out here!

“Alright, I suppose I get it,” you tell him. “Can we try this now or what?”

“Of course, cara.”

He must be joking, you tell yourself. Still riding along the high tide that the evening brought with it. As if your aunt might be spying upon you both, just outside the heavy door that separates Prosciutto’s room from the dank hallway – looking to see how well the two of you uphold the act of a loving woman and her equally doting man. You wouldn’t be surprised if a grizzly murder happened within these walls. It is certainly understanding of Prosciutto’s nature. You disregard the thought, because tonight, more than anything, you want to be normal.

And he, you decide, might like that too.

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Hi Em! I’m not sure when you’ll get around to seeing this but happy birthday! Hoping you’re feeling 22 🎉 and we miss you! I was rereading stationary traveler and I saw you updated the playlist 👀👀👀 any chance we’ll see a story update sometime soon?

If by 22 you mean 82, then yes, I'm feeling 22

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Hi Em, happy holidays!! I hope you’ve been doing well 💕 stay warm and healthy, and I hope you have the best of luck with everything that may be going on in your life! 🍀 remember to take care of yourself! Also, the first 12 episodes of Stone Ocean have been released! Have you seen it? It’s so good, I love it so far ahhh! And I hope your semester ended well and that you’re having a good break! With love, Mel 💕

Hi Mel!!! I’m so, so sorry for my super late response! I haven’t been on tumblr as much lately because the holiday season was so busy for me, and I’ve been abroad as well so I haven’t had much time to write. My semester was probably the roughest ever since my first semester of freshman year, but I pulled through and maintained my 4.0 so all is good (even though my brain feels melted lol 😂). I did see Stone Ocean, and it’s amazing! Ngl, I’m kind of in love with Ermes 😍 I’m glad to hear that you’ve been enjoying it, too!!

I hope your semester went well for you too, and good luck for the next one! I’m so ready to graduate for sure. Please take care of yourself too, and I hope to be able to work on ST soon! ❤️

Much love, Em

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some jojo related inks from 2018

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I Am Not Yours | capitolo xi | Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

Pannacotta Fugo - his name rolls off your tongue like the dry wine Giorno insists be served at dinners. You like the sound of his name far better than you do the taste of Sangiovese. You like his strawberry blonde hair, too. And his violet eyes.

To walk at his side, as a lover to another although you must not reach out to entwine your fingers with his own, is a pandemonium of the heart. Giorno has beckoned for you. His insistence makes your chest beat against the cavity of your breasts – his calling is that of a god, and you perish beneath his tongue. Fugo leads you beyond these halls.

You wish to be devoured alive. Giorno has been thinking perhaps too unkindly of you with the turning of the age – your age, womanhood, and everything else to be presumed.

Men from Sicily have come. You know their faces, yet their names evade you because there are far too many to commit to your hazy mind. There is power within their very souls – none so wicked as your brother. None so respected, either. It is a tragedy so strangely thrilling to him. You fear he is becoming his mother.

Fugo – sweet Fugo, candy on your lips – casts open the door to Giorno’s office. Sunbeams from the garden steal past the arched windows in the ambulatory. Your brother’s hair cascades like spun gold, and his buns are as immaculate as ever. A suit of black silk adorns his frame; embroidered flowers in silver thread frame his square shoulders. He is beauty – he is finesse. Appearance is everything, sorella. Without it, we are but dogs.

He greets you with a smile, but there is bitterness in his eyes. You understand, as you count the heads in the room, that he has been stringing mischievous endeavors with Costa Nostra. Fugo stands at your back – how you long to fall, to smother yourself in his love, in espresso and berries. Your throat tightens. Truly, you were not created for this world.

Marriage. The very word leaves you in spirals, head heavy and knees shaking – a sheep for the slaughter, and Giorno has fed you well. And Luca Pinzimonio – oh, but he is so handsome, such a lovely face, and as he takes your hand into his own, to kiss the back of your softened knuckles, you realize he speaks like a poet, and you might have swooned if your heart did not belong to another. If Fugo did not watch with vexation, with such rage – if you did not wish to cast yourself from the window and land in David’s lap, a bloody mess, rather than to accept this chance betrothal to the heir of Costa Nostra.

Marriage. You have always known this to be expected of you. Honors begs of you, on hands and knees, to think of duty and oblige to that which Giorno bids. And duty compels you to say yes.

Perhaps, you had imagined life differently.

Perhaps you had imagined and yearned too deeply for the beautiful boy in that garden so long ago. You should have known better than to fall in love.

| 480 Words | capitolo x | capitolo xi (here) . . .

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Please note that these are only tentative and I reserve the right to not post any writing if I simply do not have the time to this semester. Here’s the list of everything I’m hoping to share between now and the end of December.

Stationary Traveler - Chapter 13 | Prosciutto x Reader

Continuation of Series

Sacrilege | Giorno Giovanna x Reader

Reader is promised an impressive inheritance from her father upon his death, but can only have it once she is married. Giorno offers to help, and family shenanigans ensue.

Slomo | Guido Mista x Reader

Plot summary forthcoming.

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That one Georgina Grenville gucci ad… yeah.

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holy guacamole that last chapter was SO GOOD!!! like????!! how are you so good at writing, what magic juice you drinking because gimme some of that pls 😫😭 just like everything with that argument and then the aunt and then the bathroom scene and how smoothly everything flows?? im SHOOK and I’m READY FOR MORE HAM MAN

You’re too kind, anon 🥺❤️❤️❤️

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Chapter Update | Stationary Traveler | Prosciutto x F!Reader

Happy Friday, everyone! The next chapter of Stationary Traveler is up on Ao3. Check it out here!

Prosciutto is silent; not another temperamental huff and he does not dare to look at you again. Your cheeks are hot – surely your makeup will begin to melt off your face. There is more you long to say, more malevolence in defense of your honor, about Ditalini, about Caponata. You have been supine and porcelain because Prosciutto made that so. The wind has come and swept you to sea, and you are drowning again. You have lost sight of the surface, and it makes you want to scream.

“You can choose to be bitter with me forever,” he says at last. “That’s your right, after all. Although, it won’t change anything. In a month, I’ll be gone, and you can go back to being a waitress who spends her nights with people who don’t really give a damn about you – cry into your martinis while you’re at it, too . . . Go back to pretending that you’re happy with what you’ve lost.”

“Believe me, I’m counting down the days until I never have to see your face again.”

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Doppio takes you out~☆ :)

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Ma'am i've been listening to the playlist for stationary traveler while rereading and i DO NOT LIKE the implications of some of these songs towards the end 😭😭😭 please don't do us dirty like this i just want pro and reader to be happy😰

My brain says it ends with death and sadness. My heart says Prosciutto and Reader run away together and live in Verona for the rest of their lives ❤️ (also thank you so much for listening to the playlist 😄 - I didn't think it was very useful for anyone other than me haha)

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Chapter Update | Stationary Traveler | Prosciutto x F!Reader

Hi everyone! As it turns out, I’m terrible with keeping up with a publishing schedule - but in other news, the next chapter of Stationary Traveler has just been posted to Ao3. Check it out here!

Alone again with only his thoughts to occupy his perhaps dwindling desire for social satisfaction, Prosciutto sets the phone aside, frowns, and buries his face between his hands – as if groveling in his own self-pity might satiate the disappointment he feels within himself and only him. He knows better, yet he does it anyways because today he is feeling particularly, unbearably guilty about something.

Or rather, about someone.

He had had thoughts of what he should have done last night when you at last threw down your wrung towel in defiance of the control he held over your life. Perhaps if your cheeks were not so swollen from weeping in the shower of his hotel room (because he certainly heard you over the roaring of water – the walls are paper thin, after all), or if your eyes were not so miserably sad and your lips not taut in such a pout, he might have reminded you of exactly that.

Control – his control.

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I’ve been thinking too much about Inglourious Basterds lately and now I have the urge to kill everyone off at the end of Stationary Traveler.

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I never thought you’d let it get this far, boy 🍷

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My last first day of undergrad and I overcooked my instant oatmeal and burnt my tea.