Maybe 12 (candles) and 22 (nap) for Vito and Joe from the list you posted? Idk if you’re still doing it but if not I just wanted to say I love your Mafia content :)
I'm still doing this so feel free to request anything else from this list :) And thank you, I really appraciate it <3
This could be considere 18+ tho it's not that explicit or anything ^^"
Joe knew something was wrong when Vito didn't show up at his place after his big date. Pauline, as the whole neighbourhood called her Poppy (nickname she received when the rumours of her preference for inexperienced guys spread across the hood as wildfire), asked Vito out last week and the plans they made were for that evening. Joe even helped to decorate the place Vito was supposed to take her to, to make it at least little bit more memorable then his own first miserable fuck behind some dumpster.
Worried for his friend, he headed to their old hangout spot and found Vito sitting on the barely clean mattress in the corner of the room, playing with one of the candles that almost had no wax left to burn. "Hey." He mumbled and Vito looked up, turning his face to side with loud sigh. "Great. Just what I needed."
"The fuck is with the attitude?" Joe snapped, there he was worried for him and he gives him fucking attitude. Great. Great?!
Vito looked at it and took it, placed between his lips and moved the candle to his face to lit it up. "Ain't worth mentioning." He murmured and put the candle back to it's original spot, playing with the flame again. "Yeah yeah, that why you're sat here so miserable. What? She changed her mind?"
Despite Vito's best effort to hide it, the handprint on his cheek was still visible and it took Joe only couple of seconds to spot. "Somethin' tells me the date didn't go well." His eyebrows raised up and Vito gave him bitter snicker, yeah dates never go great if the guy ends up with handprint on his damn face. "No? What's givin' you that idea?"
"Wanna talk about it?" Joe sat down next to him and offered him cigarette he managed to snatch from his father without him noticing.
His question just lingered in the air between them unaswered for solid minutes, before Vito picked up his courage. "We're friends, right?"
"And what's with this stupid question now? Of course we are, have been since seven." Joe accepted the offered cigarette and had a puff before giving it back to Vito, who was still hesitant with his explanation. "Promise you won't laugh." He ended up saying with serious face, which only made Joe want to laugh already.
"Promise." Bitting his bottom lip, he agreed and Vito kept on tapping his knee with his fingers nervously, finding the right words. "Date's been good. Everything went the right direction, we end up here, candles and shit work- just like you said." The words pour out of his mouth and Joe gives him understanding nod. "Of course it fucking works."
"I don't know Joe. She touched me and.. nothin'."
"What do you mean nothin'?" His eyebrows jumped up and to fill up the awkward silence with something, anything, Vito had another drag out of the cigarette. "I mean absolutely nothin'."
Joe bit his bottom lip again, trying not to break the promise he gave him, but he wanted to laugh so badly. "Then she got all offended, smacked me and ran off. Probably already tellin' everybody. Christ."
So he just told him about his zipper getting stuck when Nora tried to get into his pants, how he managed to his his head against the dumpster's lid when she came down on him, even admitted how fast he finished. The soft chuckle filled him with relief and Vito's head touched his shoulder. "Can I stay like this for a minute?" He asked softly and Joe couldn't say no. "Suit yourself." And before he knew it, Vito was gone and he could only sit there petrified to move in case he'd lose the comforting connection. Maybe he could have a nap too, so he'd forget about the thoughts he was filled with; how happy he was Vito didn't do nothing with Poppy and how he wanted to show him the ropes, just like with everything else. Always.
Alright alright, Joe got his composure back and patted his back with sympathy, trying to cheer him up. "It's alright. It's rarely perfect the first time. I mean, mine wasn't ideal either."
He could tell his words had very little comforting effect on his friend, but still carried on talking. Maybe if he'd embarrass himself there and then, it would make him feel less shit and just as he said before, they were friends for so long, he wouldn't mind to make a complete idiot out of himself to make him feel better.
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Vito going from annoyed to loving your stay in his apartement and starting treating you with his wife, his obsessive tendency on the first few was very subtle toward you but it's getting more apparent by holding your hand when going out and beat up punk that disrespected you. One of his most fearful moment is for one day you just go back to your own timeline leaving him all alone
A/N: Ugh your minddddd!! Sorry this took a few days, I got a little busy. Using a prompt from the Yandere prompt list hehehe
44. “Leaving me and going back home is all you think about, isn’t it? Always dreaming about it, always thinking about it?”
Warnings: abuse, manipulation, being held hostage,violence, slight SA and happy sunshine rainbows!!
Requests: Open 24/7
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As much flack as Vito had originally given you, he’s so attached to you now.
Vito definitely is the kind of Yandere who pretends like he’s not completely obsessed with you but is actually dying for your attention.
Tsundere I believe it’s called? Yeah. That’s him.
It’s been nice having you around the house. You make him meals, help out with laundry, cleaning, and even patch him up when he comes home hurt. Not to mention very caring and understanding. You check off all the boxes his mama told him to look for in a wife, why would he ever let you go?
Besides, ever since you told him that he’d end up old and alone, he’s been on the hunt to find his perfect wife.
Apparently that perfect someone is you.
Now you were simply doing all of these things as an exchange for him letting you stay while you worked on a plan to get back home. Not because you were trying out to be his housewife.
Vito is from another time period, for him, if you're basically functioning like a married couple then you are one.
All you need now is a ring and his last name.
You didn’t pay attention to his little gestures at first. Him opening the door for you, paying for you and being protective were all chivalrous gestures most men in the 50’s would’ve done anyways. He never made it a big deal or overstepped a boundary so it didn’t really rub you wrong.
Of course Joe would tease you about Vito being completely smitten over you but it never really appeared so. Also who really pays that man any attention???
It wasn’t until Vito started becoming bolder that you started taking him seriously.
Vito would start to get visibly upset if you decided to sit across from him and not directly next to him at restaurants.
He disliked when you interacted with any man other than him. Even to the point where he would start to question your feelings for Joe, slightly accusing you of flirting.
He became a lot more physical, insisting that you’d hold his hand or have at least one of his arms around your waist at all times.
You tried to protest about how this made you feel extremely uncomfortable since this was a very intimate gesture but the man wasn’t having it. It was like arguing with a wall.
“Y/N, I know we’re only friends but I’m doing this for your protection. If other men around think you’re with me, they won’t dare lay a finger on you. Everyone knows I’m with Falcone.”
To your dismay, you dropped it. What he said kind of made sense. Women and children are off limits, especially if they belong to a family. Maybe he knew something you didn’t.
The physical contact continued but only got worse. To the point he’ll just pull you onto his lap, adjust your clothes and move your hair out of the way so he can rest his head on your neck.
“Trust me Y/N, I’m not into you. You’re not even really my type. Like I said, I just want to protect you. I need people to believe it.”
Why are you lying so hard Vito??
This soldier doesn't like it when a man disrespects a woman period!! Like y’all remember this man holding everything in him back so he wouldn’t kill the guy that hit his sister.
Mama’s boy™️
Can you imagine what happened to the man who decided it was a good idea to not only catcall you but to smack your ass???
You tried to tell Vito to forget it and that it wasn’t that big of a deal…
You spent hours trying to get the blood stains out of Vito’s bomber jacket as well as the sounds of his fists slamming that poor punk into the ground out of your head.
As much as he tried so hard to hide his one sided relationship from you, it was so obvious by this point.
Vito felt strongly about you, even if it was platonic. It was getting out of hand and causing you to look for an out.
Maybe speaking to Vito about this would help? Maybe this was all a misunderstanding and maybe this time he’d actually listen to you?
Yeah….no.
He’s a stubborn fuck that refuses to accept reality.
“Okay…since you can’t respect my wishes and this isn’t enjoyable anymore. I’m thinking about leaving and going back home. I mean that was always the plan but-“
What? You’re leaving? No no no. How could you leave your husband?
“No. You’re not going.”
Haha that’s funny…
“Um, Vito, I didn't ask you. I’m telling you. I’ll be leaving soon. Did you really think I was going to stay here forever?”
Yes. He really did. You were meant to be a part of this decade, here with him. What is so great about the future if he’s not going to be there to spend it with you?
He’s not happy, this isn’t right. Something in his brain snapped and he’s not letting you leave.
“Leaving me and going back home is all you think about, isn’t it? Always dreaming about it, always thinking about it?”
“Vito-“
“Do you think it’s funny that I have to spend my life alone…no one to love or take care of me while you go back to your life like it’s nothing??”
“P-please calm down-“
“Oh please fuck off Y/N. There’s someone else isn't there?? Huh? You have some pretty boy waiting at home for you right now? I can make more money for you-”
“Vito! There isn’t anyone else. I’m just not supposed to be here. We weren’t ever supposed to meet. This was all a huge mistake and I’m sorry for interrupting your life. I wish I just never came here. I-I wish we never met.”
Seriously? Did you mean that? Are you going to go back and undo all of this? Can you even do that? You can’t do that, he can’t live without you. You’re meant to be together.
Taking a second to breathe and lower his tone, he spoke calmly.
“Look, I’m sorry. I gained a little crush on you and it’s admittedly gotten a bit weird. You are right and I’ll let it go. If you feel like going back home will make you happy then I will learn to live with it.”
“It’s okay Vito. Let’s just get some rest and then we can discuss this over breakfast. We’ve had a long day.”
Yeah he’ll never learn to live with it. That was his best attempt at setting down the situation. He needed alone time to think and most importantly for you to go to sleep.
It’s wrong…he can almost see the frown on his late mother’s face as he thinks up this sick plan. But he didn’t ever think about you leaving before and now he’s terrified of you doing just that.
He’d only be locking you up for a few days, that’s enough for him to break you…make you change your mind…
He’s been tought exactly how to fuck with someone in the army, how to make his enemy crumble into doing whatever he wants.
Vito could do that with you. It’ll be okay and you’ll learn to forgive him once he gives you a new fur coat or something.
“This is for the best, Y/N. It’s for our future.” He loves you and the ropes tied around your ankles are tied with care. ;)
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