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Nighttime thoughts time! I’ve been doing a bit of thinking throughout this week (but since when do I NOT overthink) and I wanted to ask myself, as well as you guys a question.
What if Melone was closeted? I know I know, it sounds stupid given how I always portray him in posts, but I wanna think outside of the box.
Like, what if before he joins LS, he just has this internalized homophobia inside of him, and once he joins, it’s still there for a little bit, until he realizes that it’s fading and is scared to come out thinking that it won’t go well.
Lemme know your thoughts!
Okay, I’m thinking about trying something new to potentially spice up the page once again (when am I ever gonna stop trying to?)
Do you think I should try adding in prompts? Like just random RP Prompts or OneShot Prompts? Or should I just keep it the way it is?
I know I’m supposed to be working on the one shots/fics like I promised but I’m going through some major writers block… sooo.. that means it’s time for another “HEADCANON MAYHEM” *cue game show music*
I’ll use whatever headcanons you guys can come up with, and HOPEFULLY that’ll give me the inspiration and motivation I need to actually provide y’all some quality content😭
AT LONG LAST, AFTER A FEW WEEKS OF WRITING AND WRITING BLOCK, I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED AN ONESHOT! Thank you guys so so sooo much for your patience, and for also doing that Poll for me!! I added in both of the quotes so I hope you enjoy this as I much as I did!!
Date Night:
‘It’s just for a mission.. it’ll all be over soon.’ Ghiaccio thought to himself as he was sitting across from Melone at a dining table inside of a fancy looking restaurant.
The two were assigned on a hit. Seemed fairly easy enough, Ghiaccio was more of the hands on approach while Melone preferred to stay in the slide lines.
That’s when Risotto pulled out the twist that would change everything. “Since the target will be a restaurant, you two will be disguised as a couple to carry it out.”
While they were both confused about the output, Melone felt actually quite excited about it. He got to dress up all pretty, make his hair look nice, put some on makeup, tease Ghia a little bit.. wait what was that last part?
Okay.. so it wasn’t old news that Melone liked Ghiaccio. It’s just the fact that he HASN’T TOLD him yet. So he figured that this whole “Fake Date” would help him get out of his shell and confess.
However, since Melone knows that Ghiaccio only emotions are anger and frustration, it may prove to be a little difficult. So cut back to the bar, they’re sitting across each other, keeping an unseen eye and distance on their target, while keeping their cover.
“Why the hell did he send us out in this.. ridiculous getup? There’s no way in hell that people will actually think that we’re a couple. It makes zero sense!” Ghiaccio quietly ranted as he softly tapped the table impatiently.
“What do you mean? Half of the people in here assumed I was a woman from the get go. I’m sure the hit will go well.. or if he just chokes on his drink like an idiot” Melone quickly reassured him to calm him down.
“Yea.. I’ve noticed you’ve been getting quite a few unpleasant stares since we’ve been here, and if he chokes on his drink that’s his own damn fault, fucking idiot.”
Melone then softly smirked. “Are you getting jealous that people have been looking at me? Do you want me all to yourself to look at so no one else can see?~”
“You must have fallen and bumped your head, or better yet, got slapped by another woman.” Ghiaccio replied as he turned his head and rolled his eyes, hiding a slight blush that appeared on his cheek.
“Awww, that hurts my feelings Ghia.” Melone couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle before he glanced up to see the target getting ready to stand up.
“So.. remind me what I’m supposed to be doing again?” He asked him, despite already knowing what to do, but he wanted to listen to him speak about the plan again.
Ghiaccio then sighed as he once again explained everything. “I’m going to follow and stay close behind the target, but act like I’m waiting on a call so I can hear everything he’s saying on the phone. You’re going to go over to his date to talk to her and slip whatever poison you brought into his drink. Then we meet back here and watch everything go down.”
Melone was only half listening, as he loved the way Ghiaccio face looked as he explained their plans. That look of determination for murder, to watch a plan go accordingly. Sigh, it made his heart soar. He couldn’t wait to tell him how he felt soon.
As if on cue, the target stood up to go to a pay phone to make a call. To not look suspicious, Ghia waited a few minutes before getting up and walking over to the phone as well. Meanwhile, Melone got up and went over to the target’s date was to talk to her.
“Oh my god hi!” Melone used his more high pitched voice to blend in with his character. “I just absolutely love your dress, it looks amazing. Where did you get it?” He asked her with a convincing smile.
On the other side of the restaurant, Ghiaccio was waiting patiently as the target was on the phone, listening in, but continued to not look suspicious.
“Yes, the plan is going great. I’ve already secured me a woman to carry it out tonight… however, my mind is slowly started to be changed.” The target explained on the phone.
‘Changing his mind? What does he mean by that?’ Ghiaccio thought to himself as the conversation picked back up.
“There is another woman here who has caught my eye. A dashing.. purple type woman.” The target chuckled darkly. “She may work perfectly, and given the dress she’s wearing, no body will even notice that she’s gone, the fucking slut.”
‘Purple?.. who here is wearing purp—‘ Ghiaccio’s eyes now widen in a mix of emotions. Anger, confusion, concernity, but mostly anger. How dare he say that about Melone, and laugh about it like it was some sort of sick joke. He only prayed that Melone slipped the poison in already because if he didn’t… it would be a bloodbath.
A few minutes passed as Melone had slipped the poison in the drink. The woman he was talking was of course talking about expensive dress brands that he knew he couldn’t afford if he tried, but nonetheless, he was still interested. It gave him potential places to ste- borrow from in the near future.
He noticed Ghiaccio walking back to his seat with his fist tightly clenched, which could mean a couple of things. He either punched a man, is getting ready to punch someone, or is still thinking out calling out his stand.
“Ah well. I had a very lovely chat, and I would love to talk more, but my date has returned and I don’t want to keep him waiting.” He smiled and quickly got up and made his way to where they were originally seated.
“Ghia?.. are you alright? What happened over here?”
Ghiaccio didn’t hear him. Only the words from the conversation earlier were stained in his mind like an irreversible wound. Why does he feel as angry as he does towards the target? Of course what he said pissed him off, he was talking about his partner.. his.. partner… his partner. Holy shit he liked Melone.
“Ghiaaacio.. Va tutto bene?” Melone sounded worried. He never usually went this quiet unless something bad had happened. Should Ghiaccio tell him now? Or wait till till the target croaked?
He only gave out a sighed then asked this question. “Did you administer the poison in the drink Melone?”
“Oh course. I did it as soon as our conversation occurred. If everything is going according to your plan, he should be dead the minute he finishes the glass.” Melone said with a soft smile.
“Good. Now let’s leave this place.” Ghiaccio quickly grabbed Melone’s hand and practically rushed them out of the restaurant and into the alleyway where they had parked the car.
“Ghia, you’re hiding something and I know it. What happened back there? What did you hear?”
“What did I hear?.. lots of things. Things I didn’t want to hear. Things I wanted to kill that man quickly about.. things about.. you.”
Melone’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. “What?.. I’m.. confused. How did I get brought up?”
“He..” Ghiaccio almost didn’t want to repeat it. It made his heart hurt thinking that he would have to tell Melone exactly what the target called him. He didn’t know how he would take it, or if he even could take it.
He took a deep breath and continued. “Like everyone else in the restaurant, he thought you were a beautiful woman. Very beautiful. However, he also wanted to kill you.. said “that purple lady.. dressed like a slut, no one will even miss her if they could.” And it just.. burned me inside. Sure, I may call you an Idiota every now and then, but hearing a complete stranger say that stuff about you? I was ready to freeze that entire restaurant right then and there. No one, and I mean no one should even dare or attempt to call you that. Not ever.”
Melone processed everything he said and couldn’t help but give another soft smile. So he actually does care under that heart of ice. “Ah Ghia… you totally ruined my confession.” He softly chuckled.
“Wait what.” Now it was Ghiaccio’s turn to be shocked and dumbfounded. “What are you on about now?”
“That whole thing you just said.. in my mind, it felt like you were confessing your feelings for me in a way. Because, if we’re both being honest, I don’t think I’ve seen you care that much about me since I’ve joined the team.”
“You idiot! What made you think I was confessing to you!?” Ghiaccio’s face was now burning a bright red, going back to his usual angry expression.
“See that right there! That’s what I mean, your face, you’re practically like a tomato right now.” Melone happily laughed, before placing a lipstick stained kiss on his angry companion’s cheek.
“Ohhh..” Ghiaccio now tightly gripped the steering wheel as he started the car up, now coming up some other plans to end their night. “That’s how you wanna play?”
Melone, still a happy somewhat laughing mess glanced over to Ghiaccio before his face was mere inches away from his. Now he became a blushing mess.
And all it took for him to be quiet was Ghiaccio whispering this in his ear. “Just wait till we get back. I’m gonna fuck that dress off of you so hard, you and the pillow are going to be best friends~.”
“Date Night” was successful.
Thinking about Melone and Ghiaccio as Jessica and Rodger Rabbit for a couple’s Halloween costume idea..
Sometimes I like being part of different parts of media/fandoms that I enjoy, because I get to find crazy ways to combine them both in my head, or in writing.
With that being said, I’ve been working on another OneShot based on that thought. Feel free to leave your suggestions!
Okay sooo, quick story time before I post. During the summer I’ve gotten into Dead by Daylight (so much so that I bought the deluxe edition) and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since. Soooo.. this story is based off the game so there will be HEAVY DARK TOPICS within this story.
Dead by Daylight AU Pt1
The Rotten Fields.. it certainly lives up to the name within the vast area known as Coldwind Farm. The scorching “Sun”, beaming on the land; combined with the rottening, decaying, skinless corpses of various animals and humans being hung on meat hooks.
The only good thing about this place, in Melone’s opinion, was the large straight cornfield with stalks high enough to him to crouch and hide in or work on a generator if the killer wasn’t near him.
However, with those stupid crows around, he never gets enough time to get at least one generator complete. He swears those birds aren’t real and are actually spies for the Entity.. it had to be it. Every time they were near him and squawked uncontrollably, everything goes black and last thing he remembers, he on a hook fighting for his life.
He shivers as the memory of the last killer he had to go through went through his mind. They called him The Doctor, and one look at him would make you think that he lied about his profession. Not only did the man looked like someone you would NOT want to see in a dark alleyway at 3 am, but his laughs and power were something else entirely.
They say that he was so obsessed with learning with electricity and the many different ways that it affected the human brain, that not only did he torture various people and experimented on them while they were fully conscious, but he also experimented on himself as well, which is why his voice is so high pitched and his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets.
Every now and then, Melone had to look back just to make sure he wasn’t going through another hallucination episode of the Doctor’s silhouette looking down at him. God he hated that fucking man.. even more than that Clown asshole he had the trial before the Doctor.
But now wasn’t the time to reminisce, he still had a generator to work on and another killer to avoid.. which hasn’t came near him in a quite a while if he was being honest. No matter, he had to work fast. Besides, he didn’t want to get left behind again, course not, he couldn’t let it happen.. even though he does most of the work.
A small sigh from him broke his concentration and made him mess up the Gen. If the killer wasn’t near him before, they’re definitely going to if the sound was loud enough to hear. Should he hide in the nearest locker near him? Should he vault out the window or place a barricade on the door?..
No.
He didn’t want to do anything. Hell, he didn’t even want to work on the generator, he was actually wanting to give up and accept death. There was no point, he was going to get found eventually. It’s too hot for him to bear, his mind is racing from all of the previous trials, and his body.. fucking hell his body. While he may physically look like he has no wounds or scars on him, he can still definitely feel ALL of them as his hands shook softly. He was practically the perfect prey in this scenario.
As he heard footsteps coming closer to him, the air suddenly started to feel thicker and colder. Colder… wait a minute, there wasn’t a single killer who he went up against had the ability to make the atmosphere colder.
His eyes now widen a bit as he tried to get his breathing under control. When did he start to breathe heavily? Was he getting scared? He usually wanted in this situation, but now he genuinely felt.. terrified.
Then again, the cold atmosphere did make him feel just slightly better from earlier, the coolness was able to give him a slight breeze and feeling of relief. Maybe that was the killer’s plan? Making the victims feel some sort of relief before they dealt the finishing blow.
He couldn’t help but admire the killer who was now just millimeters behind him. His heart was racing like hell, but yea he couldn’t help but smile. Was it a defeated smile? One of admiration? Or was it one of those I’m so very close to snapping you have no idea type of smiles?
Whatever the case was, he just took a deep breath and closed his eyes, waiting to feel the sharp pain that he was oh so familiar with and be met with the darkness once more….
Don’t worry guys! Part 2 will be dropping this week! I’m just going through that thing that happens where you get to a certain part of a story and you don’t know how to go through with it/continue it.
Your wishes is my command, and here is the part 2 that you have requested/waited for! I’m so so sorry if it was longer than Part 1 or if it feels more jumbled. I’ve been off and on with doing it and work and college work😔
DBD AU PT2
“No.. I won’t kill you.” A voice called out which made Melone open his eyes in shock. ‘Not kill me?! Is he serious right now?’ He thought to himself. ‘Maybe.. he wants me to beg for my life. That usually works with the other killers, maybe it’ll be the same for him too.’
“Come on..~ I’m practically a free kill here. I’m all alone, helpless and defenseless while everybody else is scattered across the field,possibly working on other Gens. Think about it, if you end me right here and right now, who would stop you?~” He said, still with that same smile from earlier.
When there was nothing but silence, he started to instigate. “Why won’t you kill me huh? Am I suddenly not good enough to be killed? That wouldn’t make sense, I’m always the first to go, so why isn’t anything happening?”
He felt like he was starting to lose it. Why was this man not killing him, or at least give him the pleasure of a small conversation? Once there was silence yet again, he turned and grabbed onto him, now visibly angry. “Answer me dammit!! Why aren’t you doing anything?! Don’t you get it? If I don’t die, then the trial won’t continue…”
Melone quickly went from pissed, to now having tears starting to fall from his eyes and dropped to his knees. Somehow, this seemed to finally catch the attention of the frozen man that was standing above him, as he finally opened his mouth to speak.
“Ah.. now you’re starting to make sense to me.” He gave a slight chuckle before reaching down and cupping Melone’s face. He then gently wiped the tears away and gave him a soft smile.
“At first, I was genuinely confused as to why you were willing to give yourself up like that, because that usually never happens. But then, I started to listen and pay attention to your expressions as you kept begging me to end it, and that’s when I realized something.”
As Melone slowly started to calm down from the cold, yet gentle embrace, he now looked a little confused as he analyzed the killer. ‘These hands. So cold, yet so warm.. They have the power to kill but he hasn’t even attempt it with me. Why?’ He thought to himself, but quickly shrugged it away once the momentary silence was broken again.
“What you’re doing isn’t of your own free will. Its objectives that’ve been put in your head by some others. No need to shed those tears, I’ve seen this kind of thing before. I can help you make it go away, if you’ll allow me to.” His soft smile from before then formed into a little smirk, and damn it if Melone didn’t think it was a little bit hot.
“Help me?.. but I don’t even know your name.” Melone said, not breaking the eye contact that they had. If looks could kill… well, we’d already know how this story would end.
“In a situation like this, I’d usually go by FrostBite, my killer name… but.. for you, call me Ghiaccio, my actual name.” His voice sounded more calming and soothing than it was earlier, or was it just Melone’s way of coping with the slight possibility of him getting a heat stroke?
Even if he was slowly starting to succumb to the heat, the cold feeling of Ghiaccio’s hands on his face made him craved him as his vision now went dark.
Melone now looked up and noticed that he was a darker, yet cooler area. ‘Am I in the basement?..’ he quickly thought to himself as he did a quick look around and came to the conclusion that he was in the basement. He took a soft sigh of relief before hearing footsteps come towards him again.
“You’re awake? Good. Now we can get our plan started.” Ghiaccio said as he stepped out of the shadows. ‘Wait.. was he watching me? The whole time while I was knocked out?.. No murder attempts or nothing?..’ He then softly smiled as he came to his realization ‘How.. sweet. He cares for me..’
Idk how this random inspiration thought hit but do you guys know of NCIS? Like the crime show? I got a random idea from one of their episodes.
It’s kinda like the first story I had dropped, but instead of it, it’s the episode of where Agent DiNozzo and Agent David (pronounced Da-Veed) are to pose as a Mercenary couple and their hotel room is decked out (all fancy like) because they were to catch the killers of the couple they were posing as and so on and so forth.
You see where I’m going with this right? I could tweak a few things but it sounds solid right?
Okay, last late night post for the week/weekend and then it’ll be back to posing part 3 of the AU, I promise.🙏🏾
Honestly I don’t know what I wanna type out,.. headcanons I guess? This time, they CAN be SFW AND NSFW. Knock yourselves out. We all earned it😌
Everyone I am SO SO SO SOOOO SORRYYYY that I was not able to get Part 3 done earlier like I said I would; BUTT I WAS able to get it done on the Spooky Halloween and just in time before the month was over!!
DBD AU PT3
“So..what exactly is this plan? If you don’t mind me asking.” Asked Melone as he was giving Ghiaccio his full attention.
“It’s fairly simple. You’re gonna help me kill your teammates.” Ghiaccio responded with little to no emotion in his face.. god it was so hot. He knows what he want and he just goes for it, whether he has a plan or not.
To tell the truth, Melone was a little shocked to what he heard, but then again, they were the reason he’s even stuck in his situation in the first place. It wouldn’t hurt them to place them on a hook or two… or three. And oh god.. imagine them now screaming for Melone’s help to get off the hooks so they wouldn’t be sacrificed to the Entity. Ohhh… what he wouldn’t give to hear them like that.
Ghiaccio must’ve gotten closer to Melone’s face again, because when he came to from his little daydream trance, he was mere inches away from his face. He felt his face heat up from the close contact ‘No no no! Why am I blushing from this? Isn’t he also trying to kill ME as well?.. oh god.. I’m not developing Stockholm Syndrome am I?’ He quickly through to himself.
“Well?” Ghiaccio’s voice broke the silent that had filled the basement. “Do we have a deal?..”
“A deal? You ask me that when you don’t even know my name?” Melone asked him back. ‘shitshitshit!! Did that sound too cocky? Damnit to hell! He probably wants to kill me now. Why did I have to go and make a smartass comment like that?!’
“Hm. Touché. I did tell you my name, and yet I never asked for yours. How very rude of me.” Ghiaccio responded so calmly to the situation that it almost made Melone feel scared again. Something about the way he sounded so calm was chilling to say the least.
“That’s alright, it’s Melone.” He nervously chuckled. “And yes, I do agree.” With zero hesitation he responded. Could it be because he was finally tired of getting used by the others as bait? Or maybe because there was someone attractive asking him to betray the ones he “trusted?” That could be it, Melone was known to be someone who overthought his decisions; especially if they involved someone cute.
“Melone..” Ghiaccio repeated, his voice going down an octave. “Hm.. not a bad name. I like it. It’s very unique.” And ohh fuck did Melone had to try his best to not blush from that. It’s one thing to like his name and call it unique, but saying that AND having your voice go low as you say it? He might as well faint from a heat stroke right now.
“Let’s not waste anymore time. They could be done with some generators by now. How many do you think they can get done together?” Ghiaccio questioned, and Melone was quite eager to answer.
“Separated, they can get at least two or three done, but together, if they’re not wondering how I’m not dead yet, then I’d say around two. Those three always get themselves distracted with their conversations.” Melone replied happily. He never felt this chipper before, and he was starting to like that feeling.
Ghiaccio then smirked slightly. “Perfect, that should give me enough time to sabotage the Gens while you locate your team and lead them to me. Once they attempt to fix or start that generator… that’s where the real fun begins. He then chuckled darkly at the end.
Melone didn’t quite understand what Ghiaccio was talking about at first, but after witnessing first hand how he was able to sabotage each generator with his ice to make each survivor that came across it get stuck, it was genius. Pure, evil brilliance as they both took down the team, with Melone also hanging up the bodies for Ghiaccio.
“You didn’t have to hang them all up for me ya know?” Ghiaccio looked at Melone as he was now silent, listening to the ‘last’ one struggling and pleading to get off the hook. Ghiaccio could’ve sworn that Melone’s eyes had lost some lighting and color in them. It wasn’t something entirely new to him.
In fact, before he was engulfed by the fog, he could’ve sworn that was all the looks he kept seeing as he was with his team of assassins. Sure, some of them were idiots and goofed off more than they should, but they still got the job done, and now that he thought about it, maybe Melone was on the team too, or at least, someone who looked like him.
The fields were now silent as Melone was the only survivor remaining. What was he going to do? Find the escape hatch and leave? Have Ghiaccio kill him? Or maybe just hang around until the Entity got to him. Who knows?
What he did know was that the icy killer was holding his face just inches away from his again. He felt his face burning up more from the contact, as he tried to find the words to ask him ‘how is this happening again?’ But once again, Ghiaccio broke the silence.
“I remember you.. from our Hitman Team..” he spoke quietly, despite the fact that quite literally no one else was around to hear. “I knew something about you felt familiar to me, but I just couldn’t pinpoint what it was.. but I finally have you back, Melone.”
And Melone listened. What else could he say right now? He didn’t want to interrupt nor breathe as his eyes were locked in his gaze, not moving a muscle.
“And yet, they place you with the survivors. The Entity must not know us very well. They place you with those numbnut survivors while you still have your assassin ways within you. If only you could be with us, be with.. me again.”
‘This sounds like a confession.. is this a confession right now? Am I finally succumbing to the heat and this is my brain’s way of hallucinating?’ Melone thought to himself as he couldn’t bring himself to believe that any of this were actual true statements.
And then… it happened. Ghiaccio pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t like how you would see in a romantic movie, but it was pretty damn close. Melone kissed him back happily, probably because he had been thinking about doing that for the past while.
Once they had pulled away from each other after a while of kissing, Melone felt something sharp and cold in his chest that made his eyes widen. He looked down at his stomach and found a giant icicle sticking into him. Blood now started to flow out of his mouth, as he was trying to quickly process what was happening to him.
Ghiaccio had a slight apologetic look, but then quickly changed it back to his cold hard glare from before. He then grabbed Melone again and whispered close in his ear before he left “Next time we meet again, kill your teammates. They don’t deserve you like I do.”
And with that, it faded to black. Once again, Melone found himself sitting at the campfire, watching and waiting for the next batch of survivors to join him.
HIIIIIIIIIII I AM SO SO SO SO SOOOO SORRY FOR BEING UNACTIVE!! SCHOOL AND WORK HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD!!
But I can say without a doubt that I finished my first semester of my senior year with 3 A’s and 1 HIGH B! IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF🥳🥳🥳
As a semi reward for myself, you guys can flood my inbox with ANYTHING you want! MY TREAT!
HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE‼️‼️ This year, I am going to try and be more active on here and give you guys either funny random shit, headcanons, or more short stories!
Would it be an odd request if I asked if there were people who wanted to roleplay with me? I need to get back into it so I can get back in my prime days of Tumblr Ask-Blogging😅
I’ll put the ships in the Tags (LS and Bucci Gang)
Should I start back writing short stories again? Like one shots or maybe even try to do an interactive roleplay post?
If I did do it, how do you guys want it?
Meloghia
