#sam trapani x oc

[iamcxlleigh]

୭̥ さ # 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 (𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬).

Briefly analyzing the pros and cons in Sam (and mine) I have come to a conclusion on this, a conclusion that led me to know what problems a hypothetical relationship would go through.

#1 — His job.

This point is the most obvious, and not only the fact that he is a mobster, there is the fact that Sam is very faithful to Don Salieri and his lifestyle, his commandments and commitment to it, we have already seen it reflected in his actions, putting before his loyalty to the Don than to his friends (rat).

What's the point of this? Well, unfortunately I think Sam would put the Don and the Salieri family ahead of our relationship, something inside me tells me that he would protect me from any danger and show me his affection with expensive gifts, in case he was given the choice. He would choose the Salieri Family over a romantic relationship.

#2 — “the ladykiller”.

That nickname says it all, during most of the game it is made clear to us that Sam is not a one-woman man, his attractiveness and chivalry make him a delicacy for women, and he knows it. Imagine if having a relationship will make him give up the hunt? That depends on the impact it has on his life (maybe). But I imagine the impending scene of me at home sleeping in our bed, and him whispering in another woman's ear how sexy he is (what a turn on hahaha).

#3 — His indifference.

Personally I'm not a very enveloping person (or too affectionate in case you don't understand), only with my closest ones and not all the time, I'm normal then, butooo, I think with him I will want to be affectionate at certain times, and I really think Sam is not very cloying and he wouldn't like me to be too much, as for you to understand better, here an example and you will know quickly.

I would say “I love you” and he would say “me more” or “me too” do you know what I mean? haha.

I am also very talkative and like to be listened to, but Sam is not very talkative, but he is certainly a good listener.

He's the night, and I'm the day.

Conclusion:

Actually these are things that I think could happen, but maybe if he really existed and by fate I am his girl, this would not happen and I would be surprised hahahaha.

But in general, Sam how every human being has his pros and cons (like being almost perfect for example) maybe later I will make a blog arguing positive points of dating him. <3

‹ 07. 06. 2023 ›

[sleepytimemoga-p2]

Threaded

Ships: Paulie Lombardo/Original Character

Cw: Racism mention

The sun and moon joined together and bore into her like watchful eyes of Gods she never knew existed, her past, future, and the stars between congregated on a peach sky only sunset could offer. Ruth didn’t move from where she laid but stared back at the cosmic forces that came to judge her, her body laying in the marble warmth of a water fountain. What would it all mean in the end? What would bring peace? She decided that it wouldn’t truly matter in the end and that was what truly was peace. A shadow loomed over her and drew her attention away from the heavens, a visage of a man obscured by shadows and a figure that imposed. He sat at the edge of the fountain and reached into the clear waters, scared fingers tracing her arm and then the small of her back, pulling her towards him. 

“Who are…?” Her mind whispered but her lips could never speak, she lifted her hand to touch him.

Ruth sighed and shook the reoccurring dream she’s been having since she’s moved to Lost Heaven out of her head with the promise that if she had that dream again, she’d call her grandmother about it. Especially if it involved a man. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath before she went back to sewing the last bit of sequins into a dress she had on display. The cold radiating from the window made the skin on her arm prickle, the gray world outside was something she wasn’t quite used to yet.

“Woah.” A set of pale eyes peered at her and her works through the display, making her want to slink back behind the curtains and run to the back where it’s safe but she instead kept sewing, just listening. “Imagine dancin’ in that Mary!” 

“That?” Her friend tucked herself into her coat. “I heard that store mainly caters to call girls Betty.”

“Wouldn’t that be fine? Would piss your father off.” She huffed.

“I mean you could still buy a dress, I know how you like your eggs brown.” Mary smirked and Betty was suddenly flustered, running to join her friend’s side.

“It was only one time!” She whined as they finally left.

Ruth rolled her eyes and cut a thread, disappearing behind the curtains. That was another thing she was getting used to moving from the south, how subtle the prejudice was. Everything was thinly veiled and wrapped with a bow, compliments on how she spoke or looked, how she must love how “different” things were. She knew what they met by tone alone and it honestly made her want to laugh. Deep down she just wished some of them would own it. But as long as she wasn’t getting hurt, all she’d do was laugh about it over the phone later. For now it was time for work.

Her orders were all bright, vibrant, and covered in sequins. Unlike the dying world outside, her dresses were blooming with life. The woman from the window was technically right about a good chunk of her clients being prostitutes but there were also dancers and artists. She thought of them as strong women, chasing the dream of independence and exploration, women she admired and related to. But she did have to do something about her customers spreading a silly rumor, saying that she’s a love witch from the bayou who sews spells into her dresses. “Money and men would always follow if you wear Madame Moss’s dresses!”

If that were true, where the hell was her rich husband? 

Hell not even a husband, just someone to fool around with would be nice too. It feels like her bed’s getting colder each day and she wasn’t just talking about the winter weather. She sat at her table in thought.

“What I’m sayin’ Paulie is that we shoulda just gave her the money.” A heavy accent mixed in with the chime of her door’s bell, making her perk up, standing to greet the men entering her store. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen a man come in to pay for a girl’s dress. 

“Aw come on! Ain’t it nice to see where your girl gets all dolled up?” The other man chimed in. 

“You Ms.Moss?” A lean man with beady blue eyes bore into her, his suit was simple but she could easily compare him to the weather outside. The other man who she assumed was Paulie, was busy standing at the door but stealing glances at the two. 

“That would be me.” She gave a friendly smile despite the tense atmosphere. “How may I help you today?” 

“Here to pay for Felicia Russo’s dress. How much do I owe ya?” 

Of all the dresses she’s done in the past week, she could remember Ms.Russo’s dress. Felicia was a gaunt woman and had a love for all things Egyptian royalty, wanted her dress that was black with golden sequins that resembled a pyramid. Ruth was so in love with the idea that she’s been losing sleep just to work on it and it was almost done.

“Eleven dollars.” Her eyes twinkled, glad her hard work was paying off.

He pulled a wad of cash from his breast pocket and counted it, setting the money on the counter instead of her open hand. He glowered and turned to his friend. 

“Come on Paulie.” 

Paulie turned to his friend and her eyes gleamed at the sight of his tie but also at his suit. 

“Sir!” She almost jumped over her table, which made both men visibly tense. “I’m so sorry but I just wanted a better look at your tie!” 

Both men gave her inquisitive looks as she stared, studying the patterns of his maroon tie. 

“Whoever made it did a beautiful job. You have great taste.” 

“Thanks..” Paulie blinked at her, still in shock at the sudden forwardness. “Guess I do.” 

“Yeah whatever, we gotta go!” The thin man grabbed Paulie by the shoulder and he nodded to her as he followed him out the door.

Why did things feel familiar?

[hoffmans-hoffman]

Paulie: Damien what happens when you squeeze Sam's thighs at the same time?

Sam, Blushes:

Damien: It takes a screenshot

[dontbesoweirdkira]

🎀Kira’s Masterlist🎀

Mafia Trilogy, Mortal Kombat, Invincible, D.C., Marvel, The Hunger Games, House of Ashes, Slashers, Apex, Overwatch, TWDG, StarWars, Borderlands,..to be continued

Requests open 24/7

(Yandere Alphabet) (Yandere prompt list)

Please be specific when requesting. At the least let me know the series, character, and if it’s Yandere or not. Or you’ll be ignored.

Default is she/her pronouns. Can do gender neutral. Mainly only write men but can write for women if it’s platonic. Most characters from my listed fandoms are available to request. Any fandom not listed you can ask if I know them because chances are that I most likely do.

Don’t write: NSFW, Ocs and anything that is so degenerative that you’d be shunned even on the early internet.

Do Write: Yandere, fluff, oddly specific requests, disabilities, illnesses, most things tbh

I don’t bite ;)

Mafia Trilogy

Members Yandere types

Tommy Angelo

How many kids would he have?

Paulie Lombardo

¡Yandere! Paulie protects you

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Sam Trapani

¡Yandere!Sam getting rid of your admirer

Bonus pt.2^

Yandere alphabet-ABIJ

Yandere fluff

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Vito Scaletta

Dad Scaletta

Time traveler reader

Time traveler pt.2

Yandere Alphabet

Mortal Kombat 1, 11, and X

Mk11 and 1 w/ low emotional intelligence darling

Mk11 Yandere sub-zero and scorpion

Yandere MK11 harem x reader

Yandere MK11 harem pt.2

revenant harem w/ queen darling

Fluffy Kira’s favorites with a clingy s/o

Yandere Johnny,Lao and Erron with a darling in a wedding dress

Kung Lao

General Yandere headcannons

Comforts you from somniphobia/noctophobia

Erron Black

He kidnaps you

masochist drabble

Johnny Cage

Platonic yandere with a young star

Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Johnny w/ singer! S/O

Raiden

Yandere Raiden take cares of sick darling

Yandere Raiden with disabled darling

Yandere Raiden sleepwatches you

Yandere Raiden harem

Baraka

Soft yandere drabbles

Mark Grayson

[poison-siren]

This is a desperate plea for someone, anyone, to write any sort of fic/imagines etc about Sam Trapani

I have read EVERYTHING I could find and gone through the entire Sam Trapani tag multiple times I am in LOVE with him y’all don’t even undeRSTAND and this is the first time I’ve loved a character that has this little amount of fics about him…. I am begging y’all, just one Sam x reader fic would save my life 😩

[scaletthoes]

MAFIA OC AU

i read the last one three times so i'm back now...

Featuring: Nancy Bonaparte, Monica Romano, Dina Salieri, Tommy Angelo, Paulie Lombardo, Sam Trapani

"Hey, Mon, were are the girls at?" Paulie asked, smiling at his girlfriend.

"Well Dina's hurling her guts out and Nancy's holding her hair back." Monica revealed, "You haven't met Nance yet, have ya Tom?"

"No, I haven't." Tommy replied.

"Oh, you'll love her she's great." Monica assured.

"Sam, you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Paulie asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam insisted, not convincing anyone.

"Dina'll be a minute." Nancy announced, walking into the room like a blonde bombshell from some cheesy romcom.

"Hey, Nance, this is our new pal - Tommy." Monica introduced.

"Hi." they both greeted at the same time, laughing afterwards.

"So it's you I've got to thank for keeping our boys alive?" Nancy asked.

"I was just in the right place at the right time." Tommy shrugged.

"Right, c'mon y'all, let's not keep the Don waiting." Dina insisted, walking into the room as if she hadn't just hurled her guts out.

"Hey, Dina, can I talk to ya for a minute?" Sam asked, as the group were walking out of the room.

Monica and Nancy shared a knowing look. "Sure, Sammy. I'll catch you up later, girls." Dina replied.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, "Monica said you were sick earlier."

"I'm fine, I think, I hope..." Dina trailed off, "Listen, Sammy, I don't really wanna talk about this here."

"Talk about what?" Sam asked.

"I think I might be pregnant, Sam." she whispered, the absence of his nickname letting him know she was absolutely serious.

"What?" he questioned.

"Yeah, I know." she replied, "See you later, Sammy."

[hoffmans-hoffman]

Damien Long, hitman for Don Salieri... he's a favorite among the others...his long black hair, his cold blue eyes...only to heat up when he's around Sam Trapani

His emotions are very hard to find since he's almost always stone faced. He was there the first time Sam killed someone and he was there when Paulie first killed someone. He was there when they went to the motel and he was there when they were getting the bootleg from Canadians.

Whiskey, Fire, Cleaning Supplies and Chocolate Oranges is how he smells and it's funny because he always has chocolate oranges on his person.