#Sam ask paulie

[bearyyayay]

"Bro have you done your homework yet?"

"We have homework?"

[mail-me-a-snail]

replaying mafia definitive . this is how i feel about paulie

HELP. first cyberpunk now mafia....my friend u r going thru the wringer

[tommytranselo]

i am BEGGING for someone to make a mod in M:DE of Sam and Paulie in just their waistcoats. like we were robbed in the game of ever seeing them without their suit jacket on. we got Slut Tommy in just a waistcoat, Where Is Slut Sam And Slut Paulie.

you’re so right anon SLUT RIGHTS FOR PAULIE AND SAM

i think there should also be an option for paulie in his suspenders because it’s a tragedy we only got to see them in.  well.  that scene.

[henrysfedora]

honestly i love how both you guys and mafia collectively changed my perspective on forgiving characters, if that makes any sense. like, if i just bring up sam i hope that explains everything. because i've wondered all this time, do you reckon he actually meant what he said when he offered tommy a way out while he was bleeding on the floor in the gallery. past me would've said yes but now, once you start finally considering all the other things that have happened up until this point, of course sam didn't mean what he said, salieri wouldn't have stopped going after him and leaving sam alive would've only made things worse for him in the long run. it's heartbreaking honestly but it's what the life does to you, which is such a big and important part of the theme of the story along with friendship and family. honestly the story of mafia one is so great though, that's what helps the players decision too on who to forgive and believe because they aren't just some one dimensional nobody's, they feel alive and you care about them for it. like how boring would it be if sam did mean it, that just throws all his character out of the window completely, and it throws all of the complexities of being in the mafia out there too. everything going right is just too good to be true.

like i think about comparing him to henny, and then comparing tommy and vito. vito could forgive henry because one, it's vito, but two they just love each other and most if not all of their wrong doings is because of their repression and lack of knowing how to love. hen wasn't aware of where he could start fixing things, but he knew despite how shitty he did things, even when he didn't mean it, that his loyalty lay with his friends and not his boss. vito would keep them together forever because vito just doesn't know how to let go. whereas with tommy and sam there was never that closeness with each other, and sam is a loyal man, but his loyalty doesn't lie with his friendships it lies with his boss. vito and henry have a connection and no matter what they would forgive each other, it just sounds so wrong to say henry betrayed his best friends and not just because they're his best friends, but because it sounds so, wrong for him. any best friend can be betrayed and that's exactly what sam did because of his own motives. this life is so ruthless, and depending on who you are it's going to affect you more or less than others.

like vito, joe and henry, it's a tragic love story. whereas tommy, paulie and sam, it's just a tragedy. love can be mended but good luck fixing a downright tragedy.

[yandere-multiverse]

Ask box is open once again for requests!!!!

[trumpkinhotboy]

Little critters

Pairing: paul lahote x fem!reader

Type: requested

Warnings: nothing, pure fluff!!

Word count: approx 800

Requests: open! for twilight wolfpack, narnia and heartstopper

A/n: loved loved this request it's so cute and I think the vibes are adorable hehe seeing sam being so soft for emily🥺 so thank you again for this nice request I always love writing for you guys

"Aren't you the most adorable little creatures I have ever seen?" "You're so cute. I want to keep you forever!"

Passersby probably took Emily and you for some deranged ladies when they saw you crouched in an alley, apparently talking to the ground.

But they couldn't see the adorable little balls of fur meowing back at you with impressive intelligence lighting their eyes. You were leaving the grocery store when you had heard plaintiff meowing sounds and discovered kittens shivering in an old cardboard box.

There was two of them, a fiery black one, who hissed when you first came close, and a grey one who immediately approached you, looking for pets. It had been 10 minutes, and since then, you had dug in your bags to give them water and food. By the way they devoured the bit of ham you gave them, you knew they had been there for a while.

"We can't leave them here," sighed Emily as she petted the black cat on her thighs. The grumpy cat had seemed to take a liking to her incredibly quickly.

"But where can we bring them? I'm scared if we leave them at the pound, they'll be forgotten," you pondered while delicately petting the gray head of the little critter bundled up in your lap.

As if you had just communicated telepathically, you and Emily looked up with a knowing light in your eyes.

Without having a plan, you brought the kittens back to Emily's to give them proper shelter and a long-awaited bath.

The four of you were now on the couch, extenuated after this eventful day. Junior and Paulie, the names you had settled on because of their resemblances with your boyfriends, were sprawled before the fire.

You had just started preparing dinner when you heard familiar howls from the forest. Seconds later, the seven members of the pack entered the cabin. Distracted by the smell of food, they didn't seem to notice the new presence of the two fur balls. Sam immediately headed for Emily to hug her and kiss her cheek. You smiled at the happy couple as you felt a pair of warm hands grab your hips. You smiled and melted into the muscular arms wrapped around your figure.

"Hey, you." "Hey," you answered, a smile in your voice. "What have you been up to?" he sweetly asked.

You tensed at his question, your eyes immediately finding Emily's. Through all your excitement, you didn't have a plan on how to tell seven werewolves you were planning on keeping two kittens.

"Well, actually, it's pretty funny," you started as you turned to face your boyfriend's suspicious expression. You tried delaying your explanation when you heard Seth's excited scream.

"Oh my god! Where do those kittens come from?! They're so adorable!!" he cooed before dropping on his tummy to try and pet them.

"Kittens?!" exclaimed Sam with a questioning look at Emily.

The pack gathered in the living room, observing the two cats, unbothered as ever, lying in front of the fire.

"We found them across the grocery store. We couldn't leave them there to fend for themselves!" explained Emily as she walked to little Sam Junior. The antisocial cat lifted a heavy eyelid at the disruption of his nap, only to meow and lift his head in search of pets when he noticed who it was. She grabbed the kitten in her hands, bringing him close to her chest with an adoring smile. The little beast softly purred in her arms. It was impossible to deny the special bond they already shared.

You looked at Sam with a glimmer of hope. The look he gave Emily as he saw how happy she was told you everything you needed to know.

"What's his name?" he asked with a defeated sigh as he neared the pair. The little kitten carefully sniffed his hand before allowing him to scratch his head.

"Actually," Emily looked at you with a conniving smile. "With his black fur and protective instinct, he made me think of you, I thought we could call him Sam Junior."

Your little crowd chuckled at the name and the resemblance between the two.

"Junior, eh? Sounds about right." He smiled softly. Whenever Emily was concerned, Sam was as docile as the cat in her arms.

Suddenly, a soft nudge on your shins surprised you. You looked down to realize it was the gray kitten. You felt your heart melt at the display of affection and lifted him carefully from the floor.

"Oh, don't even think about it," uttered Paul as he noticed how you looked at each other.

You pouted your lower lip, bringing the little kitten next to your cheek. "Please, please, please, please," you pleaded. "His name's Paulie," you added with a cheeky smile.

Your boyfriend looked at you with incredulous eyes.

"I see it, Paul. He looks like you," added Sam with a teasing grin and a lift of his shoulders, as if to say 'You know they've already won bud'

He stayed silent, observing your pouty face and the sleepy kitten in your arms. Before finally saying, "Werewolves with kittens?"

You gave him a little nod. "Yeah, I guess that can work," he conceded with a grin.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

How many children would each of the Salieri men have? -Anon

A/N: Okay this is a response to a inbox request. For some reason I cannot find it anymore?? Sometimes my inbox eats up y’all’s messages. I’m so sorry!! ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THIS!! I KNOW EXACTLY HOW MANY.

Requests: open 24/7

Masterlist

Sam

I know I’ve written before that he wants kids with his wife but that’s delusional ¡Yandere! Sam who’s only doing that to baby trap you.

I think he truly doesn’t wants kids and would be perfectly fine if you couldn’t bear any. I think the true reason why he goes through with it is because of the time that he’s in.

Hotshot mob-boss Sam would need to have children because he’d eventually need to have a successor for the family.

Needs come before wants😪

Plus it’d look so weird if he willingly chose not to have any when he can. During that time if you were married with absolutely no kids by like the second year…*side eyed* (exaggeration but y’know)

Please no more than 2 tho. Only wants a son but would be okay with having daughter if he also had a son.

Would be an okay father tho so don’t worry too much. He’s like a dad that swears he hates dogs and if his family gets one he won’t take care of it but once the dog is around he switches up.

Yeah that’s him, he loves his kids a lot. He doesn’t always know how to show it and he’s kind of both physically and emotionally absent.

He does provide them with everything and if they are giving you a hard time he will defend you.

Paulie

You cannot change my mind on this. He wants the most kids and has the strongest desire for them.

This man is a hopeless romantic and he reeeeallly wants to have a perfect large family. I read a headcannon once that said Paulie had a very abusive father and the Mob was his ticket out of that. I believe that too and he wants to become the father he never had.

He fantasizes about being the best dad ever and having the whole family work together in his pizza joint. How beautiful his wife would look carrying his kids.

He wants 6-12 kids…3 boys and 3 girls if it’s 6 or 7boys and 5 girls if it’s 12.

Have you seen that scene in shameless where the guy goes “I HAVE A MAGICAL DICK” after finding out his wife is having twins…yeah that’s Paulie

Seriously this is his dream and if he ever becomes a father he’d never shut up about it. #1 PTA dad. He’s extremely involved with his children’s life. He’ll go through insane lengths to protect his children from a horrible childhood.

Tommy

The original “whatever my wife wants, I’m happy with” man.

I think he’s indifferent about the whole concept of having kids..? Like having kids would be nice….so is not having kids. Doesn’t really care about the societal pressure to have them at all.

He cares about his wife more than any of that junk. If having children would be too much of a strain on your life then don’t worry about it.

To be honest he’s kind of worried to have children because any day he could be gone and now his partner would be left as a single mother. :/

So I’m going to say while he’s actively in the mob he’d be leaning towards a no. But if this is after he’s escaped and you’ve settled down, Tommy is down for it.

Maybe 1-4 kids. Keeping it rather light and traditional. I don’t think this man would handle more than that tbh. Hes certified tired™️ and the more kids the less sleep.

I have a feeling though that he’d have all girls. He’s actually okay with that though. Mobster in a tutu to make his girls smile🤣

I’d say he’d be a normal suburban dad but I think he’s slightly too reserved and dangerous for that.

The family dynamic is super normal. He goes out to work to provide for y’all and when he gets home he’ll help the kids with homework.

We all know Tom is extremely loyal and loving so his kids are his world. They mean absolutely everything to him and he’ll do whatever it takes to help guide them through life.

[mdemn]

@demonzriti commissioned me to write this little silly fic for @sametrapeni the other day. it’s really just 1,065 words of crack mpreg!sam/paulie.

i’ve never written anything like it, but with the week i’ve been having, it was so refreshing & fun to write! i hope i did the idea justice for you & i hope it can bring a smile to @sametrapeni’s face! they’re lucky for a partner like you!! <33

read & enjoy if that’s your thing! and if it’s not but you have a self-indulgent thing (no matter how silly you think it is!) you’d like for me to write for you, check out my kofi! & my ao3 for writing refs & commission rules! but know there’s really very little i wouldn’t write & can/will do other fandoms!

Paulie walks his fingers over Sam’s tummy, and Sam won’t ever admit it, but it’s the number one thing he’ll miss the most about the pregnancy.

Though lucky for Sam, he doesn’t have to, because Paulie does it for him. “I’ll miss this.” Paulie mutters, flattening his hand to rub over the hard lump where the baby’s resting. “Feelin’ ‘em in here like this. Knownin’ you’re really carryin’ ‘em. Our baby.”

Sam rolls his eyes, fighting the smile tugging at his lips. “I won’t. This shit is for th’ birds.”

Paulie laughs, loud and full, and at this Sam does smile. It’s impossible not to.

“Sam, I—“

Sam cuts Paulie’s words off with a groan, loud and long. He tilts his head back against the headboard and cradles his stomach. He sighs through his teeth, he can almost feel his eye twitching as the pain radiates through his lower back.

“Sam? Sammy? Hey, what���s wr—“

“Shut up, Paulie.” Sam grits out, like every word takes incredible effort.

Paulie’s alarm only grows as he sits up. He looks down at Sam and Sam contemplates punching Paulie right upside the head. Sam has begun to sweat just a little, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His breathing is labored and concentrated.

“It’s. I think.” Sam takes a deep breath, groaning through the pain again, “Christ. Christ, Paulie. I think it’s time.”

“Time? For what? Sammy, time for what?” Paulie asks, his voice raising in alarm with each question.

Sam looks at him with a flat affect. And again, he considers hitting Paulie.

“Oh, I don’t know, Paulie. Time for some fuckin’ tea and cakes, maybe? Maybe time to go for a light stroll? Maybe time for a shower? Jesus Christ. I think the baby’s coming you fuckin’ dunce!” Sam yells, his eyes slipping back closed, his breathing laboring even more with every breath.

The panic shows on Paulie’s face as he throws the blanket off of them. “What?”

“Paulie. Don’t piss me off.” Sam answers, his voice still on edge.

Another contraction hits Sam and this time he groans loudly, bringing his knees up. He nearly screams, his hand slipping under his shirt to rub at the skin of his taunt stomach. The baby is much lower than it had been previously. And Sam doesn’t know anything about birth or babies and really isn’t sure how they ended up in this predicament in the first place but Jesus Christ this hurts. How did Tommy ever convince Sarah to do this twice?

“Sam. Sammy. You have to breathe. What did Sarah say? Like HEE-HAHH-HEEE-HOO—“

“Paulie. I’m going to fuckin’ shoot you. I swear to God, I will. I swear to fuckin’ God.”

“Sam. That’s not breathin’. Maybe you need to stand? Walk around, right?” Paulie jumps out of bed and puts his hands on his lower back, and starts pacing around, “Like this, right? Sarah did a lot of walkin’ when she had her baby girl. Oh Christ, should we call Sarah? I’m gonna call Sarah.”

“Paulie.” Sam grits again, then groans, another near scream. “Sam!” Paulie rushes to Sam’s side, places his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Baby? What is it?”

“Sit.” Sam takes another deep breath, “Down.”

Paulie nods, and sits on the edge of the bed, snaking his arm around Sam’s shoulders. He stays still for about another minute, before Sam feels another wave of pain, similar to the first, hit him like a ton of bricks.

He tries not to let on how badly it hurts, but honestly? Getting shot hurt less.

Paulie notices Sam tense and he jumps out of bed again, “I’m callin’ Sarah.” he mutters, mostly to himself, as he nearly sprints out of the room.

Sam had known, realistically, that Sarah would be his midwife. There’s no one he’d trust more. Sarah had two children, and had had them at home, more or less by herself. But the idea of Sarah seeing him like this, in pain, writhing, the idea is mortifying.

However, he doesn’t have time to deal with that, as the pain takes over again.

“Paulie!” Sam shouts, followed by another groan, “Get. In. Here. With. Me.” He forces every word out and in the silence in between words, he can hear Paulie talking, muttering, the scratch of a pen, like he’s taking notes.

“Just a minute, baby. Hold on!” Paulie calls back, then Sam can hear him mutter, “And what else, Sarah? Hurry. What else? Are you sure you can’t be here no sooner?”

Sam is feeling homicidal actually. He thinks it’s time to give into it. He might just kill Paulie before he ever gets to see his big-headed baby.

Sam has just about settled on the fact he’ll be a single father when Paulie comes back with a cup of ice and a small hand towel from the kitchen.

“I’m here, Sammy. I’m here.” he mutters, rushing to the bed.

“Sarah said this will help. Here.” Paulie leans over and puts a damp towel on Sam’s head. It’s ice cold and oddly, supplies immediate relief. Sam hadn’t realized he was so hot.

“She said you can chew on this ice. Don’t know what it’s supposed to do but she swears by it.” Paulie pushes the cup into his hands. “And to take your pants off. Which you know I have no problem with. Heh.” Paulie chuckles and reaches for Sam’s pants.

And the homicidal urge fills Sam again. He grabs Paulie’s wrist, almost spilling his cup of ice, “Don’t. Fuckin’. Touch. Me.” Sam grits, through crunches of the ice.

Paulie laughs, has the audacity to laugh. This causes Sam’s eye to actually twitch.

“Well, had you been sayin’ that 9 months ago, maybe we wouldn’t be in this, huh?”

Sam stares at him. He feels the rage fill in every pore of his body, and he realizes he has to speak, because if left alone with his thoughts for a moment longer, he’d kill Paulie. Truly and honestly.

“Paulie. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Get out!”

“Now c’mon Sammy—“

“OUT!”

“Okay, okay!” Paulie laughs, and that beautiful crooked smile doesn’t leave his lips, and Sam is in limbo between wanting to shoot Paulie and to kiss him until they’re both breathless. Which of course makes Sam more upset.

Sam waits for Paulie to be turned around before he starts to strip out of his pants. He loves Paulie. More than life itself, and God, anyone knows that. But Christ.. he hopes their baby doesn’t get his sense of humor.

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

[lornasarts]

I saw an ask about why we were never blessed with slut waistcoat Sam or Paulie and couldn’t resist grabbing the tablet and drawing them out!

Well Sam for now ;)

[thesixgunkid]

you wanna know one of the funniest things in MDE? the fact that sam, lost heaven’s worst driver, thinks he gets to critique tommy’s driving skills if you make him crash

“you drive like this in your old job?” asks the man who 1. crashed the car while he and paulie were getting chased, 2. drove directly into a tree while chasing sergio, and 3. spun out and crashed, again while chasing sergio, for no apparent reason other than he just can’t drive

[swiftcola]

there are quite a few shoulder touches in m:de, but these two haunt me the most

sam to tommy, after he kills morello

tommy to paulie, after paulie mentions his plans to disobey salieri

sam’s gesture lingers, it feels comforting, i think he empathises with tommy in this moment. but it also seems to convey something more like moral support, and even a kind of authoritative “good job” message. he doesn’t ask how tommy is, he simply shows his understanding and his approval. through this gesture i think sam positions himself as a supporter of obedience to salieri no matter the cost, but it’s clear that this does not connect with tommy’s feelings on the matter. then we see tommy repeat this gesture with paulie. he explicitly checks if paulie is okay when he touches his shoulder like this. he took the gesture and used it with care and affection. he completely flipped the original meaning of the gesture to instead show his support of the opposite of what sam is standing for

i think it’s also worth mentioning that chapter 18 begins with sam touching tommy’s shoulder, again in an authoritative way, after tommy expresses doubt in salieri

and ends with paulie touching tommy’s shoulder, in an affectionate way, when tommy rebels with him against salieri

[crazycatgirl420]

First Lines

I'm not sure if this is the first line of the whole fic or the first line of the part I'm currently working on so...since I don't actually know the rules I'll just do whichever feels right for it Kay? Cool.

1) Ellie sat on a stool on the stage, a simple black dress shimmering under the light. She was supposed to sing some sad love song tonight but all she could think about was the death of Robin the Second. Looking at the crowd of Gotham Citizens she wondered if they even knew yet.

This one is still a draft but it's teenage singer Danielle in an dp×DC universe. The song that inspired the first chapter was actually a cover of the Beatles song Blackbird.

2) Sam wasn't related to her by blood, but Grandma Ida had always loved her for who she was. Sam would never truly worry about money, though she had spent most of her savings on her car and the apartment, because Grandma wouldn't let Sam go hungry or cold. A thousand dollars would be sent to Sam's bank account evey month, and had been since she was a baby.

The next chapter of Gotham's Black Rose is a bit of a struggle for me right now, it takes place after they've moved to Gotham, about them settling in and finding their footing in a new city, and Sam does some reflection on her relationship with her adopted Grandma.

3) "Father, Grandfather, Uncles," Danny greeted as he walked into the dinning room and sat down. The adults all looked at him, but Danny just smiled.

"Who let a kid in here?" - "Uncles?" - "Father?" - "Who are you?"

They all spoke at once but Danny waited for them to quiet down before he spoke up.

"Daniel Bertinelli, or Constantine if you check magical lineage, or Wayne if you ask for my mother's biological father's last name."

"I've got a kid?" The blond Constantine dropped his cigarette.

"...Helena Bertinelli is my daughter?" Bruce Wayne stared at the table as if the wood would make any of this easier.

The next part of The Fine Print where 'everyone' finds out they've had children they didn't know about.

4) Gotham was not a good city to be homeless in, Danny learned. It was cold at night, and rained at least once a week, and he never knew here he was going to sleep.

My Project R fic is not doing too well, I'm not sure why or what to do with it.

5) When Paulina imagined her Graduation from High School, she never would've pictured this for herself. She was Eighteen, turning Nineteen this summer. She thought she'd be dating Dash or Star, that she'd be taking photos and going out to dinner with either of them or maybe the cheer team would meet up.

Of course she never would've predicted Phantom. Couldn't have imagined Fenton. And you can't predict an unexpected baby. That's what makes them unexpected.

But here she was. Kneeling on the grass of the football field, blue Graduation gown the only thing protecting her JJ House designer dress from stains, and her heels starting to sink into the dirt.

"Grad-u-lates Pauli," Ellie said, carefully, with a toothy smile and her happy bright blue eyes. Her little arms went up, hands grabbing at the air. "Uppies?"

It's a Paulina/Danny raise baby Danielle in Gotham fic idk if it's going to go anywhere but I find it cute to think about.

6) Soul dreams were a safe place, at least they were usually. A neutral place where souls met to bring each other into their lives. How the soul dream took shape depended on who was asleep first, and was still asleep when the other joined them.

I hit a self doubt wall with my first soulmate fic, I wanted to analyze Jazz's sense of responsibility towards Danny and her tendency to treating him as a child even while acknowledging he's a teenager. I also wanted to analyze Dick's relationships with his own siblings once I picked him as Jazz's soulmate for this fic. I'm not sure if I should go back to my notes and try again or if I should give up on it entirely for a different soulmate fic.

7) I'm not sure if cleaning the Fenton house was a good idea anymore. Jasmine Fenton sat on the couch in front of me, her hands clasped together and a strange look on her face.

My self instert fic has hit a wall so hard I decided I am going to change it completely. I tried I struggled and I had no idea what I was doing. Here's the last I had for it as it is now though.

Okay! So there's my 7 current WIPs sorta. I haven't had the heart to actually remove anything from my list of projects even though I'm done trying to write for some of them. I did my best though! And I'm proud of what I learn every time I try something new.

I think I'm supposed to tag other people to play too so I guess I'll tag @faeriekit @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @evandarya @spooky-fm @p0ssym1lker

Okay I'm not brave enough to tag more people in a silly game, maybe next time. I'd like to thank @weirdfishy for tagging me, sorry it took me so long to make play too! This was fun once I stopped over thinking it.

[tommytranselo]

remember how i said Sam was a Dumbass Fool bc he’s always falling into setups? i was thinking about that part at the motel where they had Sam in a separate room but Paulie… got separated from Sam and ended up getting shot? like HOW if they both went into the motel TOGETHER?

anyway, my theory is Sam is shit with physical combat and it was easy to 1. knock his ass over the head or 2. physically incapacitate him and drag him to a separate room for interrogation.

PAULIE on the other hand.. NO ONE wants smoke with Paulie bc they KNOW they’re losing to him in physical combat. Frank LITERALLY SAID “Paulie is the guy we’d want in a tussle” PAULIE IS THE MUSCLE FOR A MF REASON!

bottom line: they knew Sam was easy so they took him instead of Paulie and shot Paulie bc they knew Paulie had hands and they wanted NO smoke with him.

yeah, no way in hell anybody wants to go hand-to-hand with paulie, he'll knock them on their fucking asses.

there's a pause before tommy hears the shots, so my thought is that sam and paulie get inside only to find the place evidently deserted. thinking the owners are trying to hide, they start to look around and get separate enough (probably in the same room but on opposite sides, roughly) for someone to get the jump on them. sam getting knocked over the head and dragged away was my thought as well, especially given he's just beaten up rather than shot. and given he's a shit driver as well (whereas paulie isn't), i get the feeling he's just...generally kind of uncoordinated/doesn't have the best reflexes.

[wander-over-the-words]

The Killer and the Saviour

Summary: “Both hands on the wheel, Tom,” Sam says softly, and Tommy wants to say Sam doesn’t have to remind him, but he’s honestly not sure of that.

Characters: Tommy Angelo, Sam Trapani; mentions of Johnny, the Priest, Don Salieri, Paulie Lombardo, Vincenzo Ricci, Ralph, Frank Colletti, Sarah Marino.

Pairing: Tommy Angelo/Sam Trapani.

Warnings: near-death experience, character in shock; mentions of firearm usage, blood, canon character death, rape, vomit, period-typical homophobia, sex.

Notes: Takes place during The Saint and the Sinner. I’ve had a certain scene from this fic in my head for ages, and I guess my brain decided that we’re gonna crank out a one-shot based on it in the span of a couple hours, so…here’s this lmao.

All material belongs to Hangar 13.

Fic available on AO3.

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The police sirens have faded, they’re in the clear, and yet Tommy’s heart is still beating hard in his chest. Has been since he’d faced the barrel of a gun, watched Johnny step out of the shadows when the priest had distracted him, looked eye-to-eye with the killer in his would-be murderer’s hand - and then jumped out of his skin when a shot went off and Johnny had lurched with the familiar look of a gun’s new victim, blood spraying from his head.

Sam had come marching up the aisle, looking plenty pissed, arm extended, killer-turned-saviour in his own hand (but it isn’t the gun that Tommy will thank later); Tommy adores Sam - loves him, has for years now, feels like he always has - but he has never been happier to see his partner than that moment. If shock hadn’t rattled him, if a priest hadn’t been present, if there wasn’t still work to do, if the fucking cops weren’t waiting outside for them, Tommy thinks he would’ve collapsed in Sam’s arms. 

Classy fucker that Sam is, in the presence of a witness and with time running out, he’d turned to Tom and asked if that made them even.

“Sure. For now,” Tommy had said, some weak, numb snark that hadn’t sounded like snark at all. Out of body experience.

He’s got to hand it to the police for once: they’d provided a fine distraction from his fear of what had just happened, giving him something else to focus on. Admittedly, there’d still been that fear for his own safety, but that just comes with the territory; mostly, he focused on getting Sam out alive, and not just out of thanks for the recent save. It was better for him to focus on someone else in a moment like that.

The hearse makes for a silly escape vehicle - potentially disrespectful, now that Tommy thinks about it - but like Sam had said, “It’s got wheels, don’t it?!” and so it works for ‘em. 

On the way to it, Tommy had doubled over to make himself a smaller target for the cops, hand pressed to Sam’s back to force him into the same position (as if Sam needed telling), and he’d fired shots at the boys in blue across the road, the ones who could potentially shoot through the window and take Sam out while he was clambering into the passenger’s seat. Tommy had been so focused on doing that, that he hadn’t thought to climb into the hearse himself until he heard Sam shouting his name and felt a tug at his coat.

It takes longer than he’d like to lose the cops, but they do it, and the distraction is gone, and the gun is back in Tommy’s mind’s eye. 

Christ knows, this job is dangerous - fuck, just earlier he’d been in a shootout in a gentlemen’s club and had to jump from its window to the next building’s rooftop before he got caught up in the blast of the bomb he’d planted - but he doesn’t think he’s ever come that close to biting it before (at least, that he’s aware of).

And not just that - it’s not just how close he’d come to dying, but it’s…he’d stared his killer in the eye. Not the fucker holding the gun who’d thought he’d be doing some divine retribution, but the gun itself. Looked down at it the moment before Sam had turned up. It’d stared at him and he’d stared at it, right in its single, black eye.

And - fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s not just that either, it’s…

…He would’ve been alone. 

On his other jobs, the ones just as dangerous as this, he was with someone, so if he kicked the bucket, at least he would die with the comfort that somebody he cared for was there. He doesn’t fault Sam in the slightest for not being with him in the church until the moment that he was - the situation was out of both their hands - and he doesn’t doubt that the priest would’ve have fallen to his knees and prayed for Tommy’s soul, just as he’d done for Johnny’s, but -

He would’ve been alone. Nobody who actually knew him and cared about him would’ve been there. Not his mama or his siblings, not Paulie, Vinny, Ralph, the boss, Frank, Sarah, Sam - they wouldn’t have been there for him in his last moments. Just some fucking rape-happy punk and a priest who cared only because God told him to - he would’ve been alone.

And that scares him more than anything. More than even the black eye of that gun. 

If they weren’t in a hurry to get home (the cops are gone, but a hearse still kinda sticks out), Tommy would pull over so he could vomit into a drain. For now, he makes do with clenching his jaw shut and wiping a hand down the lower half of his face whenever he gets a chance and ignoring the way his stomach churns.

It’s quiet between he and Sam save for some conversation about recent events that Tommy has to wrench out from between his gritted teeth. He thinks he does well at sounding more casual than his mood will properly allow. 

Still, though - his ears allow him to hear the rumbling of the car and the public outside his window and Sam, but his eyes still hold the gun’s. He sees it when he blinks. He sees it in the windows and the alleyways that they pass, in the mirrors of the hearse. 

His heart won’t stop hitting his ribs. His blood is still cold yet electrified. His limbs still feel numb, even as he drives as smoothly as he ever does. Robotic.

Later, when they’re alone and away from prying, prejudiced eyes (fuck), he’ll be able to kiss the hell out of Sam like he wants to, the classic ‘thank fuck we’re alive to do this’ kind of kiss that they’ve had before, and indulge in ‘thank fuck we’re alive to do this’ sex, which, again, they aren’t strangers to, but for now, he’ll take what he can get, and what he can get is -

Once they’re at a red light, Tommy - without looking, without speaking, without really thinking, just seeking the greatest comfort he knows - reaches out and grabs Sam’s hand.

He catches, out of the corner of his eye, the way Sam flinches in surprise, since he’d been staring absentmindedly out his own window. He sees the way Sam turns his head toward him, sees the way his chin dips as he looks down at how Tommy is holding the hand he’d been resting on his own thigh, palm-up and fingers once laxed but now forcibly flared around Tommy’s palm. He can’t see the way Sam looks at him, but he can feel it, and Tommy’s a little embarrassed by himself for doing this, but fuck, fuck, he needs this.

And like always, better than anyone else Tommy’s ever known that ain’t blood-related, Sam understands him. He wraps his fingers around Tommy’s hand, holds it in turn. There’s a tiny jolt upwards of their joined hands - Sam had gone to kiss Tommy’s knuckles, only to remember where they were, which is funny, cause usually it’s Tommy doing that kind of thing; Sam’s always real good at playing the facade. 

Sam squeezes his hand, holds it in a comfortably tight grip, and Tommy breathes out through his nose. Tries to make it seem like a normal breath, but the volume and the weight of it are too telling.

(He will kiss the hell out of this man later. Kiss him and make love to him.)

The light turns green and Tommy drives one-handed. How unwise that is doesn’t register to him in the slightest - not just because he’s driven like that before, but because he doesn’t want to let go of his anchor, lest he float away again.

It’s Sam who puts a stop to it: Tommy feels more than sees Sam pull his hand from Tommy’s grasp, then he’s using it to take hold of Tommy��s wrist and he guides his hand back to the steering wheel, lays it there, and Tommy automatically grips it again.

“Both hands on the wheel, Tom,” Sam says softly, and Tommy wants to say Sam doesn’t have to remind him, but he’s honestly not sure of that.

He can feel himself drifting, mind going back to that church, when Sam puts his hand on Tommy’s thigh, just under the knee. Grips it like he had done with Tommy’s palm, a handful of Tommy’s flesh in a comfortable tightness. Massages the muscle lightly. Strokes with his thumb. Every gesture that could tell Tommy I know, Tom. I know. Alright? But it’s over now. An’ you’re okay.

Tommy breathes out through his nose again and is chained to his seat.

(He’ll kiss the hell out of him and make love to him.)

Tommy’s better by the time they get back to the bar, feels less like he needs to cling to Sam until he aches, and he tells Sam that it was only how close he came to biting it that bothered him. None of the other stuff, in order to save face.

But he gets the feeling Sam knows cause, hell - Sam always knows.

[lustheavens]

SFW Alphabet - A

A/N: Hello everyone! I’ve been gone for almost a year now although I said I’d be back sooner. Unfortunately a bunch of things came along and I didn’t have the time or energy to run this blog the way I did before my break. However, I’m hoping to finally have a little more time to be active again but I will have to make a couple of changes for that to happen. I will make a proper post about this soon! Anyway, today I bring you the first part of a SFW alphabet series that I will run in parallel to the NSFW alphabet series. Hope you enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Angelo

Words are not Tommy’s strongest attribute so automatically gifts and surprises speaks volumes when expressing his affection towards you. Every now and then he’d come home at the most random times, ask you to get dressed up and meet him outside for a surprise. In the majority of those occasions he’d be planning a night out at a fancy restaurant or going to the saloon to get some drinks and have a fun time dancing the night away together. Money is something he wouldn’t give a damn about as long as you are having a great time and nothing you’d say or do could make him change his mind about that. Another thing that Tommy does to show affection is to hold your hand whenever he gets the chance to, whether it be in bed at home or out in public. He really likes the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his. Behind closed doors he always make sure to ask if you need help with anything. He doesn’t mind doing the cooking or the dishes every once in a while and he certainly doesn’t mind the smile spreading across your lips when he offers to relieve you from all of the household chores. Don’t be surprised to come home to a bouquet of roses and chocolates with little love notes, he loves giving them as much as you love receiving them. He simply doesn’t trust how the words will come out of his mouth so action is the way to go.

Lombardo

If there is one art that Paulie has mastered it would be to show affection without you having to ask for it. His whole love language is based on being as physically affectionate as possible. Random hugs from behind, little cute gifts every now and then followed by a big kiss, a loving arm around your shoulders or around your waist...as long as he gets to be close to you he’d do anything to show you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. Even when he’s not in the happiest of moods or even when he’s in a devastatingly sad or frustrated state he still finds most of his comfort in holding you in his arms. It’s important to him that you’re aware that despite how good or bad his day has been, you are still the only thing that makes it all better. Paulie is all for public display of affection. As much as he loves cuddling up close with you on the couch in the evenings listening to the radio and playing with your hair, he loves it even more holding you close as you walk the streets of Lost Heaven together. Wether it be a night out with the gang or you dragging him along to go shopping during the day, he loves sneaking in loving kisses on your cheek or running his hand down to your lower back when walking past a crowded space before pulling you back in close to his side. Simply put he loves showing you how much he loves you.

Trapani

You’d think that Sam would approach affection in a somewhat cold way, but the fact is that he’d be quite the charmer. Although he’s a rather tough guy who likes to assert dominance he’d never turn down a chance at seeing you smile because of something he said or did - even if it meant being a softie for a little bit. He would be the most affectionate in private due the pride he puts in his intimidating image and therefor late night romantic wine-drinking and sensual kisses would not be unusual between the two of you. When you’re cooking he’d walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest enticingly close against your back, brushing your hair to the side and placing light kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders. Sam’s affection towards you would also show when you’re crying or feeling very down. Your happiness is everything to him and he’d take your bad days very seriously, sometimes a bit too serious to the point where he’d not let you do anything on your own. His soft and gentle side would really shine through in moments such as these and he would have no shame whatsoever about it. Generally though he’s not that big into being all over each other in public. A guiding hand on your lower back and soft spoken nothings into your ear are not uncommon however.