yan, jealous prosciutto x m reader
ive never hyperfixated over prosciutto before. this is new! might be a little unintelligble, wrote in one sitting - apologies!
no nsfw besides very end - kissing, he pushes ice into your mouth.
Out and about, as a sort of celebration.. of sorts. After successfully carrying out a mission, banding together as per usual - the rowdier men of the group had whooped and pleaded.. leaving you, your partner, and his brother held up at the bar..
"Mhmm.." You hum, suspiciously, eyeing the crowds with your hand placed on Prosciutto's hip without concern of anyone seeing. You were a little ditzy, you can admit that.. but you still get the job done - no matter if it's showing someone a good time or assassinating someone with the help of your companions.. you pull away from holding Prosciutto - scooting down the bar and glancing at Pesci before flagging down one of the two bartenders and kindly ordering a drink. A sort of lemonade, you ordered..
"Here, try this." You slide the glass toward the confused green-haired man, grinning cheekily. "Y'look all sad without a drink!" You pat him on the back, chuckling under your breath when you hear him yelp over the speakers. "Drinking water is perfectly fine, but having a little tasty thing is pretty good too.." you nod. Pesci warily eyes the drink - "Don't let anyone bully you about your tastes.." You tell him, hand on his shoulder as if a father lecturing - glazing over his expression. "Especially your brother.." You glance at the aforementioned warily - jokingly, for good measure, who merely scoffs, looking away and taking a sip from his short glass.
"It is just toughening him up.." Prosciutto remarked lowly, a dangerous edge to his voice as he glances at you at the corner of his eye. "In this world.. I thought you of all people would understand that."
"A-Ahaha.. it's all in good fun, you know? My big bro knows best, i take his advice to heart.." Pesci cracked a grin, at ease - you were the one that didn't make fun of him really.. it was hard not to feel so comfortable - especially, knowing his brothers' feelings about you after they accidentally slipped from the blond.. knowing, that he could be your in-law.. made him a little giddy..
"You here by yourself?" She questions, pulling her hair out of her face and tucking it neatly behind her ear. Cut to an hour later - the gang spread out and the trio of the brothers and yourself splitting with a promise of you going back to them after just one little dance.. when you came back, they were no where to be seen - and now, sitting at the bar like a ruffed up outlaw starring in a hit midwest 80s movie, drinking your Shirley Temple when a young woman saunters up to your side and strikes up conversation..
"No, on official business." You wave off, chuckling. cracking a grin and immediately giving away your serious facade. "I'm here with my friends.. they're all here somewhere." You swivel around, swirling your drink lazily as you gesture out into the crowds. "Oh, yeah? No.. girlfriend? What's your type, hm?" Her voice slurs, and you realize how incredibly bad she was at trying to be subtle. Was she even trying??
"Pretty people." You tell her, lifting your glass and bowing your head. The face of a brooding blond coming to mind..
"Am.. I pretty?" She tilts her head, and you narrow your eyes at her.. she was.. you suppose. Pleasing to look at.. her makeup not smudged, done up cleanly in some sort of style you couldn't recognize with her hair straightened and pulled back..
"You.. you're pretty alright.." You reach over, patting her on the shoulder briefly followed by a lame shrug - before immediately slipping off your chair and trying to locate the bathroom - emptying out your drink faster than you had anticipated.. a glimpse of bright blond that turned green in the blue flashing lights catches your eye - Prosciutto! You wave out to him wildly before hastily retreating into the facilities in the dark corner..
Another what, thirty minutes? Spending that in the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and merely admiring the graffiti on the walls.. you came back to the bar where you last saw a glimpse of your partner..
Hrm.. where did Prosciutto go? They were always sticking together, him and Pesci.. and you find the aforementioned man, hanging out with Risotto. Whining, as you question your leader on Prosciutto's whereabouts.. him, barely responding, but otherwise telling you to stay with them for a little bit.. with no Prosciutto? Augh.. no way, man.. questioning the rest, and getting no luck. It was especially surprising with Pesci, not knowing.. hrmm..
Then, moving onto strangers.. you ask several strangers if they had seen a blond man in a suit leave, repeatedly, before a kind, boisterous person steps up with the truth and points you to the door, hollering over the speakers blasting music that'd make you wanna raveㅡ"Went that way! With some chick!"
... uh huh... a little suspicious, but not too suspicious. After checking thoroughly in the crowds and your spread out companions, nothing.. as the crowds were mainly full of people with dark colored hair.. you decide to try your luck and follow the stranger's directions - wanting your partner, and only him in that moment.. you were rather an emotional person, when it comes to drinking.. wanting to be by your partner and all.. his presence soothes you, in a way. You'd think that's normal.. walking.. and walking down the winding alleyways, you would say you're a few blocks away now.. where could he be? You shake your plastic cup of iced soda, taking a sip.. You.. probably got lost.. turned around, like an idiot you berate yourself for being. And-oh. Not to worry. That familiar silhouette.. and the smoke lingering in the air as you grew near. It was so quiet.. soft whimpers could be heard.
"Prosciutto?" You hear your voice - and it sounds weirdly small, as if you couldn't control your tone.. were you scared? No. Couldn't be. You were certain that it was him in the shadows, no reason to be hesitant.. as you slowly sip on your cold drink, shuffling forward in mere curosity and the sight of Grateful Dead hovering over a body on the pavement - holding onto one of their limbs before they began crumbling. Their voice was.. almost nonexistent if not for the gentle gasps of air filling the silence..
"Still pretty?" He murmurs bitterly, glancing up at you from his cool leaning against the dampened brick wall.. inhaling briefly from his cigarette; the burning tobacco illuminating his face, apathetic, before crumbling away. He appears to be waiting for a reaction.. his jaw clenches, and he pinches the cigarette in his fingers, flicking it away - the old woman's still crumbling body a reminder of who she was and what she was doingㅡ
".. still pretty." You clarify, stepping over the body of the young women who was chatting you up just a few moments ago.. lifting your hand and gently placing your palm along his jaw.. slowly guiding his face to yours - ".. very pretty." You smiled cheekily - sly, and in an attempt to flirt with your partner, you wink and end up accidentally blinking in your attempt to be suave. Ahem. Prosciutto reaches out, no warning - and you realize what was in his other hand. A glass cup he had taken from the bar, luring the woman away.. ice.
His freezing cold hand wraps around the back of your neck - roughly bringing you inward to himㅡand he desperately presses his lips against yours, his lips are so cold.. was that an ice cube?? Being pressed into your mouth.. His tongue is cold! The taste of tobacco hitting your lips distracts you, and you eagerly press forward - lips parting completely and practically giving each other mouth to mouth while a body withers away - messily slurping on ice and sharing a few cubes with one another... you couldn't find it in you to feel remorseful as you were liplocking with a rather serious and intimidating man; you would be distracted to if under the influence and then pulled into a heated kiss.. right?.. Hmm.. yes, this is very much a pleasant surprise, however. Trying to find the person you often bugged around the base and was partly infatuated with, just to see him torturing the woman you had made pleasant conversation with.. argh.. are your pants getting tigher?
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