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sardonic-the-writer · 10 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes headcanons for mike & his alters, zoey, alejandro, and duncan

↳ warnings: total drama type violence

↳ song: heat waves—glass animals

masterlist!

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞

• He is the most sweetest boy to date ever

• Looks at you like you're the sun to his moon

• He loves to surprise you by hugging you from behind and squeezing. Durring a challenge or otherwise

• Big on cuddling. He's so used to having so many people around him constantly with his alters and all, but physically touch has always been hard. So those moments where he can just sit down and chill with you is like heaven

• Give him a kiss and he'll stop functioning all together. A complete and total mess over you, and is so happy that you feel the same way

• Isn't big on using pet names himself, but swoons when you call him babe or anything like that

• Has a talk in the head space with everyone to make sure they're all okay with him dating you. You were actually the one to suggest he do that, wanting to make sure all of him was okay with this

• Mike's not very jealous, either. Something you appreciate. He trusts you unbelievable amounts and isn't one for confrontation, so situations are normally diffused pretty quickly

𝐒𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚

• She is constantly wanting to impress you

• "Love! Look at vhat I can do!" Svetlana called out, balancing on top of the cabins roof with a perfect pirouette. You just clapped from below, cheering her on happily

• "Way to go!"

• Calls you her little flower <3

• If you're up for it, her ideal way to spend time together is to go on a little run. Or any sort of physical activity, really

• Complains that she never gets any time with you in between challenges and the others fronting, so the two of you make do with what time you have. Which normally ends up being really sweet moments

• Her favorite place to kiss you is on your nose, often times giggling in the process

• Getting possessive of you isn't her strong suit. She prefers to just hold your hand while you counter any advances, kissing you on the cheek gleefully as you walk away later

𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐨

• He was so surprised when his flirting actually worked for once

• That doesn't mean he stopped, but at least now he could say he's flirting with his partner and not someone he met five minutes ago

• Much like Svetlana, he spends a lot of his time trying to impress you with things. Albeit not his acrobatic abilities

• "I think my muscles grew overnight babe! What do you think?" He grinned, flexing for you boastfuly and completely missing the way you struggled to keep in a laugh

• Uses pet names for you nonstop. Babe, sugar, sexy, etc. Although you could argue that the last one is less of a pet name and Vito just being Vito

• Jealousy isn't as common a theme with Vito as much as insecurity is. He's always a little bit worried you'll see someone buffer or more tan than him and leave. So you have to reassure him occasionally that you love him for who he is

• His favorite place to kiss you is your lips. It's not anything new, but he can't get enough. Most of the times you have to tap out just so you can breathe while Vito watches on, smug as ever

• "Yeah, I did that to em. Who's the man? Vitos the ma— ow! Okay okay I'll shut up."

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐚

• Aside from Vito, he was the first to make a move on you

• Mike was too nervous and Svetlana hadn't really met you yet, so he took it into his own hands to start something up

• Once you're in a relationship, he will never stop giving you trinkets. They could be from a gift shop, or one of his little adventures. It doesn't matter. He loves bringing you things for you to keep either way. And seeing them sitting on your desk or bed later just makes his heart swell

• Makes up the most bizarre phrases all the time to hear your laugh

• Constanly has an arm around your shoulder head or waist. Very touchy feely. Likes to keep you close to him in case anything happens

• You'll find him tipping his hat your way and winking at you, just to see your neck turn red

• Favorite place to kiss you is on your head/hairline. Doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him. He'll find a way

• Doesn't get jealous easily, but that's mostly because he's so sure of himself and his ability to woo you. Manitoba knows he's lucky to have you though, and won't hesitate to step in if things go too far

𝐌𝐚𝐥

• You have no idea how you managed to snag this man

• Didn't even know he liked you back. Or knew that you even existed, for that matter. One morning you just woke up and were suddenly his partner

• Mal isn't really into physical affection as much as the others. The only time he touches you is when he's being territorial—something that happens a lot. Duncan barely looked at you once and he almost bit the punks head off

• Sometimes you'll forget you're even dating him until he monotonely compliments you out of the blue

• His favorite place to kiss you is your neck. He's got a possessive side to him, and loves to see the dark marks he leaves behind. Finds it even more enjoyable when you and the other alters freak out over them

• Will not put up with any nicknames you give him, but insists on calling you doll face and toots. Doesn't matter what your gender is. That's final

• Loves you in his own weird way

𝐙𝐨𝐞𝐲

• She is so stoked to finally be dating you, oh my god

• The sweetest and most nervous thing ever—much like that season four scene where she was fretting if her flower was too much, she'll worry over your relationship constantly. Is she giving you enough attention? Making you feel loved enough? Was that gift she left you the other day alright?

• Will not stop worrying until you assure her that she's just fine. It's that, or you'll have to pull her in for a kiss. That works too

• Gets really flustered when she catches you staring at her lovingly. She feels like she should be the one doing that, not the other way around

• Kisses all over you!! She will just pepper them across your face all day unless you stop her

• Always looking out for your back durring challenges. And if something ever happens, she's by your side in an instant

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨

• Was so persistent at taking you out on a date

• Genuinely liked you and wanted to get to know you more than just as another competitor, so he asked you out

• Smiled the brightest he ever had when you accepted

• Play with his hair please, dear lord. You're the only person allowed to touch his precious locks, but he loves when you do. Could lie with his head in your lap twenty four seven, falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers against his scalp

• Anytime someone else flirts with you, he'll just smoothly slide up next to you and pull you into a deep kiss until they've been scared off. Hasn't failed yet

• Your temple is his favorite place to kiss you, though. It feels so intimate to him compared to anything else

• Will say the sweetest things to you in his mother tounge. And if you don't speak Spanish, he will happily translate them for you

𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧

• He is in so much denial about you at first

• Of course he doesn't like you. Why would he! You're only the funniest, most unpredictable person he knows; who manages to make him at ease everytime he's around you

• Doesn't even care if Courney gets pissy at him for dating you. She can suck it as far as he cares

• Calls you babe so much. Like, he fits it into every sentence

• "Babe, could you hand me that?"

• "Nice going babe!"

• "Mind turning off the lights for me babe?"

• Has fun letting you dye his mowhawk green. You're always the first person he asks for when it starts to loose it color, looking forward to a night of goofing off over hair dye

• Duncan definitely carved both your names inside a heart on a tree at the island. Didn't even tell you about it. Knowing it was there was good enough for him

• Let's you wear his spikes when you ask. Calls you punk as fuck when you do <3

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mdemn · 9 months

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if you love me, henry, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

wishbone - richard siken, never let me down again - depeche mode, you are jeff - richard siken, hum hallelujah- fall out boy, plainwater: essays and poetry - anne carson, henry & vito via @miasmat, ghismonda with the heart of guiscardo (detail, 1650) - bernardino mei, two children in a motel bed - ethel cain , you are jeff - richard siken, never let me down again - depeche mode, wishbone - richard siken, & wishbone - richard siken.

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miasmat · 1 year

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A rocky heist that eventually went well? Was Vito being cheeky and Henry lost his temper? Someone threatened Vito and Henry finished the job? Who knows

Clean version with Vito just being a cheeky cunt under the cut :3c

don't piss off henry or he'll punch you with his fist and then his mouth

#and you may ask 'tom how are you doing all these so fast?'#and the answer is definitely not 'i was sitting at my desk for 20 hours straight'#i am not joking when i say I am physically ill with heartache over these two #i will die for them #or at least ruin my back for them #vito scaletta #henry tomasino #vito x henry #vito/henry #mafia trilogy #mafia ii #mafia 2 #h/v #digital #fanart #fan art

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f1sh13r · 1 year

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back hugs + vito <3.

(first actual fic so I hope this is good)

- poor baby has been through too much :(

- he probably jumps a little the first time instinctively because of his reflexes. (he WAS in the military after all.)

- while he is a little shocked and surprised at first, he will slowly begin to blush beet red and MELT into your touch.

- if you do it in public he’ll try his best to keep his wiseguy persona on and try to act like he doesn’t like it…but he’ll noticeably blush a little..

- [he can act like the tough guy all he wants but he’s weak for you.]

- after a while he’ll ease up to you of course, maybe even being the one to hold you from behind.

- it’s a small romantic gesture between you two to secretly reassure the other.

But.. could you imagine the angst that applies as well???

(this is my transition segment into a small angsty piece of fic)

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Six years.

Vito was gone for six years, locked up in prison, where he surely thought he’d rot for another four.

He sat on his bed, before glancing at the drink in his hand and taking another sip.

Everything felt so different now.

The clothes, fashion, streets, smell, and even the people closest to him, even you. They all changed, and some were for worse.

He took another sip, fluttering his eyes shut, before a nasty thought hit him.

It was his mother.

While he only spent one night at their old apartment when he was discharged from the military, her death still shook him. It had been too long since he had interacted with her, but it still hurt. Now, both his parents were dead, only leaving behind Francesca.

Right. He made a mental note to himself that he needed to talk to her soon, if that possibility ever came.

While everything around him changed and evolved, he was left behind emptier than ever.

[I’m sorry mom.]

His eyes began to burn, tears threatening to spill. No, he couldn’t cry. He had to be strong.

Strong like when he was after his father died.

Strong when he was in the military.

Strong when he was in jail.

He wanted to make her proud. But no, instead she had died without her own son by her side. Of course he felt guilt, hell, he felt it in the army, when the people around him began dropping like flies, but this guilt was different. It was eating him alive piece by piece, every single failure and thought coming back to resurface in his mind until he doubled over, his breathing became uneven, growing heavier, he felt so fucking sick.

Oh god. He thought.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe Ican’tbreathe Ican’tbreatheIcan’tbreathe.

Then he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his body.

Then it was your body against his.

Slowly, he began to calm down, focusing his attention on you. He didn’t hear you walk in or when his bottle hit the floor, but he was too happy to have you here to care.

His breathing regained its balance, his mind blurred from those thoughts. He leaned into your touch. Re-affirming himself. It was a completely silent exchange between you two, but sometimes you didn’t need words to express this kind of love.

A smile parts his lips. Of course you’d both talk about it later, but for now, the quiet was enough.

Everything is going to be okay.

#it was okay until it wasn't #Mafia 2 #vito scaletta #vito scaletta x reader #vito scaletta x you #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #i made this instead of sleeping #3 hours later…

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ajmargera · 1 year

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anniversary Johnny Knoxville x reader

Authors note: Hi guys, first fic here I know its not the best but I'm trying to improve. please tell me how I did though. thanks for your time enjoy - Aj

swearing, fluff

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It was in not way abnormal to be awoken by loud noises in the early hours of the morning at castle bam. However something was different about it.

It was loud outside and you heard multiple people talking and laughing. You rolled over in your pit of a bed to look at the old clock on the bed side table. it read '08:43' Fucking bastards you mutter out pulling the doves over your head in a pathetic attempt to drown out what noise you could.

Today of all days. Today was the day of johhny and yours 3 year anniversary, but could you see him? course not. Ever since this show started you and johnny have no time for each other. The day after the finale of season one of viva la bam the MTV producers were on set. After you'd had finished filming they spoke to everyone about what they had planned for season 2 . They wanted you to return as a frequent character. You didn't agree straight away as you weren't keen on the idea of it. But after talking with Johnny ,and allot of begging by bam, You and johnny agreed youd stay in Westchester for filming and go back to la the second the series is over. You couldn't really complain about the job, you got decently payed and got to spend time with your family. But you couldn't see the one person who meant the most to you in the world for another good few weeks.

'yo dude why don't we-' was all you heard before Ryan began to whisper. * Bastard* you thought to myself . After some more childish giggles from the people outside, the noise if the chainsaw starting echoed throigh the house.. 'Dunn give it hear you dick' you heard a familiar voice from outside. * was that. no. PJ??* you quickly thought. You jumped out of bed and put one of your brothers hoodies on. You rushed down the stairs of castle bam nearly tripping over whatever hazards where lying everywhere.

You ran down the stairs to be met by Vito and your dad sat at the dinning room table eating breakfast. 'Why the fuck you rushing round for you Dick, its not even 9 and your awake!' Vito said. ' leave her alone Vito' phil jumped in. ' fuck you Vito its too early for your shit' you hissed at him making my way to the front door. ' if its too early why you up?' Vito asked buttering more of his toast. ' cos those dickheads outside' you said rolling my eyes. ' oh yeah your boyfriend out there' he said but your dad kicked him. ' shut up Vito, she wasn't supposed to know' 'IT IS PJ' you said walking quicker to the door. ' How was I supposed to know that it was a secret?' was the last thing you heard from Vito before you ran out the house'

' Dude I don't see this man in a year and then I wake up to him destroying my hummer' you heard your brother shout. You walk round from the side of the house to look up and see your brother shirtless in the window. ' johnny your girlfriends here' Ryan shouted. You turned to the direction his voice came from and too your surprise him and johnny were stood on bams ,now destroyed, hummer. ' PJ' you shouted running from my position. 'y/n' he said getting off the roof of the destroyed car as you quickly made your way over to him. You jumped into his embrace taking in everything and forgetting that there was a camera crew recording your every move. ' happy 3 years baby' he mutters into your hair. ' happy 3 years pj' you mumble into his chest earing a smirk from him. 'CUT'

'So first you wake me up by destroying my hummer, start a prank war, then just sit there fondling my sister in MY driveway!' Bam shouted at johnny. Dico, raab, Ryan and you were sat round the kitchen counter when your brother and johnny walked in. ' grow up bam, I wasn't fondling your sister I was wishing MY girlfriend a happy anniversary.' he said back putting his arm around you and kissing your head. ' its your guys anniversary?' Dico questioned. ' yeah 3 years' you groggily replied. ' don't care if it's your anniversary or not Knoxville you've pissed me off' bam said storming out of the room. ' better go make sure he doesn't do anything stupid' Ryan said putting his dishes in the sink. ' ry, he is the walking definition of stupid' you said getting a smack off of your best friend and a laugh out of the other boys. Ryan left to catch up to bam. ' Brat' you muttered into your coffee. ' going to tell him you said that' raab hummed. ' fuck you ' you replied ' fuck you to dickhead' Raab that's Johnny's job' dico replied with a smirk on his lips. The boys started pissing themseves and so did johnny. ' johnny shut up' you whined. ' make him' Dico replied. You look at him disgusted. ' you better fucking run' you shout and kicking your chair out of the way. Dico and raab ran to the back door but before you can go after them you feel a strong hand on your arm keeping you in place. ' and where do you think your going princess' Johnny says hugging you and placing a kiss on your head. ' to kill them bastards' you replied kissing him on the lips. ' leave them alone baby there only having fun' he replied deepening the hug. You leaned into him more to feel more of his body heat. ' aww is my baby tired?' He questioned but got no repliey. You where too tired to reply, feeling how heavy your eyelids where getting, you just nodded into his chest. 'C'mon then' he cooed into your ear picking you up by the legs and began to carry you bridal style up to your room.

' ignore bam, he's just being a dickhead cos he's moody. think he's on his period or something' you mumbled Johnny laughed. ' never do pay attention to him doll face' he replied still walking up the stairs.

By the time yous too got to your room, you were nearly asleep. He placed you down on your bed and tucked you in. ' Get some rest princess' he said turning his back to leave. ' Pj don't go' you whined. ' I wasn't I was just shutting the door' he shut the door and then took his shirt off showing his beautifully toned chest. You put your arms out as an indication for him to hurry up. When he's done messing about he climbs into bed and puts his arms around you. ' happy anniversary Pj' you say warming into his touch. ' Happy anniversary baby' he says and kisses your head.

^END^

wow that was fun, requests are open if you have any and please tell me how I did. have a good day :) - aj

#jackass #viva la bam #bam margera #johnny knoxville #brandon dicamillo #x reader #fluff #ryan dunn #cky crew #if your going to be dumb you better be tough #raab himself #don vito #pj clapp

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astrahannah · 9 months

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So, I downloaded the Friends for Life mod for Mafia 2, and so far, it kinda confuses me and I haven’t had that much fun (I mean Free Ride (Jízda - I dunno what it’s actually called in English) in Mafia 1 wasn’t really my thing so I’m not surprised), though I’m planning on giving it another try, but there are some things I really enjoyed about it. One - Vito can be dressed in Joe’s shirt all the time. I really like that shirt. I’d wear that shirt.

Second, it has something that I really missed in free ride in Mafia 1 that would improve my enjoyment of it tremendously. I can have other characters from the game follow me around, so, I’ve been running around with Joe most of the time. Connected to which - I can stop those companion characters at any point. Meaning, I can pose to a degree. Meaning-

Look at them - they’re holding hands😊 (well, almost, but still)

#I found it really funny how anytime I stopped Joe he said something about Vito being too close #One of the lines was something like What? You want to hug?#And I was just like How do you know exactly what I want to do?#Mafia 2 #Vito Scaletta #Joe Barbaro #joevito #vito x joe

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empirebae · 2 years

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the little laugh or smile a character a does in utter disbelief because character b is just so endearing and sigh(henry/vito?)-Sal

Thank you so much for sending me this! Sorry it took longer than I expected to respond - I've never written Vito or Henry before so this was definitely a challenge lol. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it too 💖💖💖

For anyone interested, I'm also posting this on AO3 here

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Vito stared hard at the black and white tiles in front of him. Only a couple of tiles. That was it. That was all that was standing between him and royalty. But how to cross them?

“It’s not gonna happen.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s not. I don’t know why you went through all the trouble, favoring your pawns the whole game. It’s a shit strategy.”

Vito drew his eyes away from the chessboard for just long enough to shoot a withering glare across the table at Henry. The handsome fucker only gave him a shit-eating grin in return. Bastard. Vito huffed and turned his attention back to the board between them. He’d been staring at it for the past 20 minutes. Fuck. He was never going to win this.

Oh well.

Pawn to G2.

Henry’s eyebrows went up. His lips turned a bit sly. “You going backwards now?”

“Yeah, well, if I go forwards your fuckin’ rook will slaughter him.”

“He’s a pawn, Vito. Pawns are meant to be sacrificed.”

Vito bit his lip. Stared at the little white piece in front of him as Henry moved his rook dangerously closer. Thought about him and Henry, sitting here together in the same hotel where he and Joe had not so long ago killed one of the most powerful men in the city, and all of his most powerful friends. Only a few floors away. Clemente was a king. Or, well, a queen, Vito guessed, if you were thinking about chess. The most important piece on the board. Vito and Joe had still killed him though. Vito didn’t think he and Joe would even count as knights.

“I dunno.” Vito muttered. “I kinda like ‘em. The pawns. They’re underdogs.”

“Underdogs?”

“Yeah, I mean,” he shrugged. “They’re the little guys. But if they get lucky, or I guess, if you play the game right, you can move ‘em all the way across the board. Make ‘em queens too. I like that.”

There were a few moments of silence after that. When it seemed like Henry wasn’t planning on saying anything, Vito glanced up at him, caught the edge of a bemused little smile before Henry covered it up with his hand. He looked away from Vito and chuckled quiet before he cleared his throat. Vito felt his cheeks heat.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Henry said. He shook his head. “Just, I like playing chess with you is all. I’m glad you agreed to play with me. You’ve got a… fresh perspective.”

“Not a very good one, huh?” Vito gestured pointedly at the table between them. There were a good deal more black pieces on the board than white. “I’m terrible at this.”

“Hey, I’m no pro either.”

“You’re still kicking my ass. Sorry I couldn’t offer you a better game. More challenging.” That’s what Henry had been complaining about when he’d brought up chess at the Falcon. Said that ever since his old crew had gotten blown up he had no one to play chess with him anymore, no one to make it a challenge. Vito still wasn’t sure why he’d offered to try; he’d never played chess before in his life. Maybe it was how sad Henry looked, how wistful, or maybe it was because if Vito was honest with himself he’d been looking for more opportunities to spend time with the man, maybe because he wanted to spend more time with Henry alone. Figures he’d be shit at chess and just wind up embarrassing himself. Still, he didn’t regret the offer. Not when it had made Henry’s eyes light up like they did. Not when it had made Henry invite him back to his hotel room.

Henry shrugged, and with the movement his crisp white dress shirt bunched around his shoulders. He’d taken off his suit jacket when he’d let Vito into the suite, tossed it over the back of his armchair. Vito had been trying not to notice too much. It was hard not to though. He had never seen Henry without his suit jacket before. Add that to the list of reasons Vito didn’t regret this.

“It’s only your second match.” Henry said. “You’ll get better with practice.”

“Practice, huh?” Vito grinned, let it reach his eyes. “That an invite to play with you again sometime?”

Henry’s face kind of blanked, like he was startled, with his eyes all wide and his mouth a bit open. He fumbled with a chess piece even though it wasn’t his turn. “I – well – if you’d like to, not that I would ever presume –”

“Henry,” Vito cut him off. He looked at Henry across from him, his jacket tossed over the chair and his necktie loosened. The expensive coffee between them in hotel mugs that Henry had made for them. Their legs brushing together in the small space beneath the table. How Henry’s eyes had lit up at the bar, that bright, surprised look in them. “I’d like that.”

Henry blinked at him a moment. “Oh.” He smiled again, it bloomed slow across his face. This time, he didn’t look away.

“Well then, Vito.” He said, voice all deep, smooth syllables. “Your move.”

#thank you again for the ask!!!!#i hope you like 🥰#vito scaletta #henry tomasino #mafia 2 #vito x henry #henry x vito #fanfic #my writing

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monowires · 1 year

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i never take photos with spawned npcs/mods! and also my computer makes everything look like it was taken with a 2008 flip phone! but i finally have some content of these two together :D

#oc: vito rivera #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #male v cyberpunk #male v #panam x v #panam palmer #she doesn't like to share ok #wyd if they look at you like that in the first pic #me personally i would die #cuz u know #bisexuality #screenshots #not really virtual photography.. i dont have the skills to call it that #everyone come get your food

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tommytranselo · 2 years

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thinking about the phrase “i worry about you” specifically in the context of joe or henry fussing over vito–like, asking him something about if he’s taking care of himself and then muttering that when he looks at them funny

#vito x henry #vito x joe #ngl i feel like it would come off very different depending on who's saying it #from joe it's 'i know you're a grown man but i won't hesitate to set your ass down and make you take care of yourself'#from henry it's almost embarrassed like 'i know i don't show it very well but i care about you a lot'

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vitos-pink-shirt · 2 years

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Here’s a fic I’ve been working on for a while now. Vito has a nightmare and Joe comforts him, it’s some good old hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending lol

CW: Cursing, mentions war, blood, and death

#vito scaletta #joe barbaro #it could be Joe x Vito if you want #but it’s not inherently romantic #Mafia ii #mafia 2 #pink shirt posts

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sardonic-the-writer · 10 months

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𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐌𝐞𝐧

↳ summary: sand, concussions, and a shitty challenge. what more is there to say?

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Of course Chris wouldn't give you shovels. Why would he? That would just make things too easy.

You watched as the host tossed the digging tools to the other team opposite the beach from you, landing right in their arms. They all cheered and high-fived each other, doing nothing to lift the seemingly permanent frown on your lips.

The sun beat down on your head with the same persistence as yesterday. The bright yellow color of the platform you and your teammates were standing on did nothing to ward the rays away, only attracting more heat.

It wasn't enough that you had been woken up at the asscrack of dawn by the flash of Sierra's phone camera—you had yet to find out why exactly she had been taking pictures of you—but now you had to deal with the consequences of losing yesterdays challenge too. Today it was a treasure hunt, apparently. Something you weren't overly excited about.

Looking over to the rest of your team, you made the mistake of catching Mike's eye. You were quick to look anywhere else.

Mike watched as you did your best to avoid his gaze, his cheeks a bit hotter than usual.

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CONFESSIONAL

[Mike]

It shows the Italian Canadian burying his head in his hands with a red face, back hunched over.

"I made the mistake of running into them when I went to take a shower this morning." He sputtered, already looking embarrassed to be reliving the event. "I had my shirt off and Vito came out. I'm pretty sure you can figure out what happened next."

Groaning, Mike hit his head on the nearby wall, muttering at himself under his breath.

"He wouldn't leave until I forced him out. Stupid personalities."

CONFESSIONAL OVER

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CONFESSIONAL

[Name]

"Alright, I met Vito. So what?" You crossed your arms defiantly, refusing to let Chris or anyone else see more from you. "It's not like he's that bad. Er, beyond the uh, incessant flirting." A pause as you uncrossed your arms and looked to the side. "It was kind of cute though."

A slight smile threatened to cross your face for just one moment until you remembered just exactly where you were.

"Oh don't look at me like that." You snapped at the camera with a scowl.

CONFESSIONAL OVER

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Sadleing up next to Zoey on the platform, you did your best to pay attention as Chris rambled along, demonstrating the various booby traps hidden around the beach as Sam triggered one.

Hah. Booby.

"That's great and all, but what are we supposed to dig with?" Courtney snapped nearby. You nodded, agreeing with her for once. Chris just smiled down at you all and waggled his fingers.

“Sorry!” He said, not sounding sorry at all. “Shovels are for winners only! Guess you have to use your hands.” He sang the last part. It was times like these that you were glad you didn't mind getting your hands dirty.

You didn't get much time to retaliate against his little punishment. With a quick blow of his trusty airhorn, the challenge began. The vultures took to immediately jumping off onto the beach, while the rest of you huddled up shoulder to shoulder. Fun. Well, at least it would have been if Zoey's flower hadn't been poking you in the eye.

“We should divide our area into sections and each dig in one!” Mentioned red head quipped, presenting her game plan to you all. Courtney grunted and glared.

“No! Let's separate the beach into quadrants and each pick a quadrant!"

"That is literally the exact same thing she just said." You pointed a finger at her, pulling it back when she flicked it harshly.

"Fine! We'll use the plan that me and Zoey came up with."

"It's Zoey and I, actually." Cameron piped in, eaning in a mixed gaze of pity and annoyance from you.

"Cameron, no offense but shut up."

He smiled sheepishly, mining a zipper over his mouth. You snorted at his actions, going to hop off the platform while taking special care to avoid Chris's crab trap.

Sand began flying in each which way, hands digging for purchase in the ground like the beach had swallowed hidden gold. You yourself were so immersed in the task at hand that you didn't even see Mike slot himself next to you roughly. Well, that's a lie. You were hyper aware of his presence next to you for some reason. The notion made your insides squirm.

"Uhm, hey." He tittered nervously, doing his best to gather a little attention from you. He was greeted with a silent nod hello from you, gulping as he went to continue.

"I'm really sorry about this morning. Like, really sorry. Vito's not the best around other people." Mike scratched the back of his neck. "I mean, he seemed to like you, but that doesn't excuse his behavior."

"Oh he liked me alright." You humored, remembering the way the alter had wrapped an arm around your shoulders and attempted to woo you with a few horrible pick up lines. "But it's fine. No harm done, dude. I thought you had that personality thing under control after you and Zoey started dating, though. What happened to that?"

MIke turned beet red at your words, hands momentarily popping out of the sand to make a rushed gesture of denial.

"Zoey? And me? We're not a couple! Nope, never have been! Thought it was going to work out but it didn't!! I can promise you." Mike was practically gasping for air in between words. He acted as if you were interrogating him, and it made you cock an eyebrow upwards.

"Alright then." You shrugged, dropping it to go back to digging.

"And uh, my personalities don't work like that. Being controlled I mean." Mike cleared his throat, now full on taking his place next to you.

"Enlighten me." You challenged suddenly, turning to look at him. He blinked, clearly not expecting a response like that.

"Really?"

"Why not?" You pondered with a shrug. It wasn't as if you were doing anything else anyways.

He considered it for a moment, looking at the grains dotting his hands before speaking.

"Well, uh, they're not any less people than you and I are just because they live in my head." Mike began cautiously; expecting you to laugh at his explanation any minute. But you just gave him your full attention—even making sure to stay quiet so he could talk over the noise of everyone else.

"Instead of acting like a dictatorship, we need to all work together to balance everything. It's not like any one person can just control all that. Much less me!" He giggled. "I mean, I can barely get the top off a pickle jar sometimes." That seemed to send him into a little giggle fit, a laugh or two slipping out of your mouth alongside him.

"That's cool Mike." You admitted. He practically beamed at your praise, puffing his chest out with a goofy grin.

"So when do I get to meet the rest of them?"

"Huh?"

"The rest of them." You echoed. "I mean, they're a part of you, right? That's what you said. And you're my friend, I hope. I'd like to get to know the rest of you, Mike. If all of them are as sweet as you, I shouldn't have a problem with it."

Ignoring the way his stomach fell at the word friend, Mike couldn't help but grab your shoulders to bring you in for a hug. Not expecting it, you tensed up a little at the sudden intrusion before relaxing into it slightly. Hugs had never been your thing, but this was nice.

"That might be the nicest way anyone has ever responded to my condition," Mike muttered. In the headspace, everyone was overjoyed—just as happy as Mike at your acceptance of them.

"Sure thing bud." Pulling away from him with a toothy grin, you clapped his back. "Now let's get back to digging before Chris complains we're tanking his views."

It didn't take long after that for the bubble of peace that had fallen over you two to be popped. Namely by the shrill yelps of Cameron as he was tossed through the air with a bundle of nasty-smelling clothes.

"Ooh!" Chris commented from somewhere above you all, holding his nose. "Chef's dirty laundry! Pretty stinky."

"You okay little man?" You called after Cameron, who was trudging towards you and Mike with his glasses askew.

"I will be once we win this challenge." He groaned, looking like he wanted to collapse to his knees. "Ow."

"Hey guys!" Mike interrupted the both of you. Picking up something from the ground, he presented it to you all with a triumphant smile. It was a Steve Irwing type hat. And by the looks of it, the thing had come from that laundry bomb that Cameron had just been rocked with.

"We could use some of Manitoba Smith's treasure hunting skills right now!" Cameron gasped happily. "Way to go Mike!"

"Looks like you'll be meeting some of them sooner than expected." Mike turned to you, scrunching his eyes up with a smile. From next to you Cameron furrowed his brows, opening his mouth to probably ask what he was talking about. You just elbowed him in the side, whispering that you'd tell him later.

A large gasp left Mike as soon as he placed the hat atop his head. In moments, his features had gone from nervous and excited to a smug grin that showed off his gap tooth.

Shielding the sun from his eyes with a tilt of his hat, Manitoba Smith wasted no time winding up his arms in a propeller like motion. A deep hole was quickly made in the beach as he dived down, coming back up seconds later with a large marble fragment in his hands.

"G'day beauty!" He smirked proudly, tossing the piece up and onto the team's platform with a thud. You were impressed such a scrawny frame as his could support all that weight. Looks like they were full of surprises.

"And you must be the fella that Mike and Vito can't stop gabbing about." The adventurer wasted no time walking up to you, leaning down onto your level with a playful smile—momentarily reminding you of how tall Mike really was.

"Names Manitoba, love, but you can call me whatever you like." His accent poured from him like honey while his eyes twinkled with an emotion you couldn't place your finger on.

"Hey there." You completely ignored Manitoba's flirty comment in favor of sticking your hand out for him to take, shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you. I've heard good things."

Manitoba laughed, shaking your hand back with twice as much vigor as you had.

"I can see why they won't shut up about ya! Mike sure knows how to pick em." By now Cameron had slipped away to continue rustling through the beach, leaving just the two of you to become acquainted.

"I don't care what they say as long as we win this challenge. Plan on helping us?" You allowed a smile to slip loose as you let go of his calloused hand—your own feeling strangely empty afterwards.

"For you sheila? Anything. Wink wink."

You paused.

"Did you just audibly say 'wink wink'?"

Manitoba smiled even wider at you. If that was possible.

"Maybe."

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The sound of an impatient groan cut through the beach's atmosphere like nails on a chalkboard. You cringed, face contorting with anger as sweat dripped down your neck. It was only fitting that the sound had come from everyone's favorite sadistic host. Because of course it had.

"What is taking so long!" Chris complained, fanning himself with his hand. It had been about an hour since Manitoba had shown up, and so far nothing more had happened. No pieces were found, traps set off, or contestants seriously harmed. All things you were sure Chris didn't appreciate.

Various people answered him angrily, the responses ranging from it's hot, to screw you old man. You may have organized that last one.

"Blah blah, whine whine! Hurry up! I have dinner plans."

Just as you were about to respond with a fuck you and your dinner plans, you felt your hands strike something cold and solid with a thud. You were quick to look over at Manitoba with excitement. He hadn't strayed very far from you since the challenge had started, so he wasted no time in bounding over to help you dig the newfound piece out.

"Now that's more like it!" Manitoba laughed with glee, hauling yet another marble chunk up to the platform. "Just a few more to g—"

He suddenly stopped, lips twisting into a frown as he stared at seemingly nothing. You waited while he sniffed the air, too confused to question what was going on.

"Something's off." Was all he said before heading past you. The Australian was now making a beeline straight for where the divider on the beach was, a certain ginger standing just opposite it with a sly grin.

You, being you, found your way over to them—interested to see where this was going.

"What are you up to, kookaburra?" Manitoba said, squinting at Scott. You looked at the former bizarrely for his choice of words before looking back to catch the tail end of Scott shrugging.

"Whatever do you mean?" He smirked, sounding very much like he knew exactly what he meant.

Both of you watched as the dark haired teenager scowled. A quick lick was made to his finger before he stick it in the ground, fishing around as if expecting to find something that way.

"Hah! Nice try you wiley dingo."

With a hearty grunt, you watched as Manitoba hauled a sparkling white puzzle piece from underneath Scott.

Oh that bastard has stolen it!

An actually pretty clever move to come from Scott if you were being honest.

"Way to go Manitoba!" You lightly punched him on the arm while ignoring the way Scott glared at the both of you. "How in the hell did you know he'd done it?"

"Aw it was nothin. Maybe I could teach you sometime, sweetheart." Manitoba smirked proudly. His chest was puffed out in pride, feeling quite smug under your praise.

Just as you were about to comment on the nickname—probably with a well timed quip—Scott screamed from behind you.

"Bees! Bees!!"

The next thing you knew, you were face planting on the hot sand with Manatoba, your head throbbing like it had been run over by a full fledged greyhound.

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[Meanwhile, in Mike's head]

“Go with the fishing!” A peppy Svetlana cheered standing up. She was immediately booed back down, her companions not as excited as her to be losing.

“Aye yo, it's go fish! Not, go with the fishing.” Veto said from next to the gymnast with air quotes, mouth pulled into a sort of pout/scowl. She just stuck her tongue out at him.

The three other personalities were seated at a table with cards, surrounded by what looked like walls made from brains. All was quiet, just the sound of their bickering filling the weirdly bare walls.

It was then that Manitoba dropped from the sky, landing on the ground with an oomph.

“Oh that can't be good.” Chester said in a warbly voice.

“Hey, do you feel that?” Manitoba said, standing up and brushing himself off. He looked shaken. Like a meteorologist that had just spotted a tsunami on the horizon.

“The malevolent one. He’s coming!” He finished with a worried expression. Svetlana let out an ear piercing scream at that declaration.

The table then began to shake. Then the walls shook, the people shook, until finally the whole room was moving as if caught in an earthquake. During all of this, the personalities could barely make out the designated portrait of Mike burning up before them, only to be replaced with a shadowy figure with an evil smile.

All of them froze with fear, not even noticing the faint yelling in the background.

"Manitoba? Manitoba! Hey, wake up!"

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Mike woke with a gasp, sitting up so quickly he bonked an equally rattled you in the forehead.

"Ow! Jesus christ man, that hurt!" You stepped backward, rubbing your already bruised head as if it would make the ache go away.

"I'm sorry." Mike groaned in response, unable to say much of anything else.

His heart was beating fast. Too fast for him to comprehend. He felt horrible, like his body knew something was wrong and was just waiting for his brain to catch up.

"Hey. Mike." You snapped in front of his face, becoming a bit worried when he didn't immediately snap out of it. "It is Mike, right?"

That got him to zone back in. He shook his head harshly, and for a moment you wondered if he was trying to get sand out of his ears. Not a bad idea considering you had also landed face first in it.

"Yeah. It's me." A hand to the top of his head confirmed that the fedora was still there where Manitoba had left it. Weird. Where was he then?

"You all good bud?" You asked whilst hauling him up. A quick glance at the back of his head confirmed that he had a welt just like yours. And a nasty looking one at that.

"I'm fine. Not like that matters a lot." He saw you frown at that. "Everything good with you?"

You took a minute to consider answering with a lie to make him feel better, but ultimately gave in.

"Like shit."

That earned you a smile from Mike. It made your stomach twist with something not quite like amusement, but something else. It felt sweeter. More genuine.

Ew.

"C’mon, we need to get back to digging.” He lead the way back over to your team's side, neither of you noticing the screams of Scott in the background as he was chased by a yellow swarm of angry bees. Well that was a lie. You noticed. You just didn't care. He had just hit you in the back of the head with a shovel after all.

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CONFESSIONAL

[Name]

"I regret being nice to Scott now." You scowled. "Especially after this."

You turned to show the back of your head, which was actively swelling a brilliant red color.

"I'm more worried about Mike though. And the rest of them. He got hit pretty hard. Concussions are a nasty business. I don't want them dealing with the affects. My cousin got one when he was a toddler and was in the hospital for weeks. Now he ends every sentence with the word peacock." You paused to scrunch your face up. "I really hope we don't start to do that."

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You had located back to the platform after checking with one of the few medics Chris kept on set, nearly dragging Mike with you. Now the both of you were standing next to Cameron as he examined the puzzle pieces you had so far.

“We've got six out of seven!” He yelled down to the rest of the team. Zoey looked up at you all with a thumbs up, keen to stay where she was.

“You guys start putting them together, we’ll keep digging.” She yelled back up, referring to the rest of the team. You just nodded and almost went to start before noticing Sam get thrown into the water, ricocheting off a nearby boat. You made a noise of sympathy and watched as he ran out of the water in a panic, screaming something about a jellyfish sting.

"And I'm going to ignore that." You whistled, diving back into the challenge while others walked on. If you stopped to watch everyone on this show who got injured, you'd be stuck there all day.

After that, everyone hopped onto the platform to look at their gathered pieces.

“A book, a crown, what are we supposed to be building!?” Cameron asked rhetorically while scratching his head. Then he snapped his fingers, coming to a conclusion. “I've got it! It's the Statue of Liberty!”

At that, all of the Heroes—minus Sam—to assemble the statue, being extra careful to not break any pieces. You noticed the Vultures quickly catching up on the other side of the beach as well, calling out for everyone to pick up the pace. It was going to be a quick call.

“One piece to go!” Courtney cried out. “It has to be in Sam’s quadrant!”

“Sorry guys, I'm moving as fast as I can!” The limp gamer apologized as he dragged himself across the beach in a sluggish fashion. If Chris still wanted fourteen contestants by the end of this challenge, then he really needed to get Sam checked out. Something told you he wouldn't.

“All we need is the torch! Hurry!” Cameron yelled as Zoey and Mike rushed over to Sam. With much difficulty, they flipped him over to reveal a pointy piece of their puzzle. You noticed that the Vultures had their last piece in hand too. Cries from your teammates of throw it! encouraged Zoey as she skillfully tossed the arm. It landed perfectly on the statue as if it had been there the whole time, signifying the ring of bells to sound.

“Yes!”

“Way to go!”

“Thanks Zoey!"

“Spa hotel, here we come!”

“The heroic hamsters win!” An excited Chris says from the host box, probably relieved that he can go eat dinner now. That just caused even more of a celebration. In the middle of a little victory dance, you felt the floor from beneath you disappear. Looking down, you saw Mike was the one who had picked you off the platform, pulling you into a rather strong hug as he whooped.

The thought of telling him to put you down crossed your mind before you sighed.

"Ah, what the hell."

You joined in on the celebration, flipping the switch and picking Mike up instead. You heard him yelp before accepting it with a laugh.

If every challenge was going to be like this, maybe you should try and win more

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For the millionth time, you cursed Chris for being so cheap with the sitting arrangements on this show.

The peanut gallery bench felt like sitting on a combination of loose bed springs and crushed glass. But hey. At least you weren't at risk of being eliminated. Or going to Boney Island. Sam had taken the fall for you all on that one.

You had been listening to Cameron talk about the healing properties of tea for the past half hour. Coincidently, that had also been when you and Mike showed your battle scars from today's events. Something that had sent the scrawny boy - and Zoey - into a panic.

Fortunately, Cameron's textbook ramblings were cut off by Chris. The one time you'd be happy to hear his voice.

“Welcome Hamsters! Sit back and enjoy the show.” He said with glee, way happier than a normal person should be in a situation like thi. “Vultures! It's time for you to vote off your fist villain.” He said, turning to face the other team by the campfire. You shifted uncomfortably, praying to whatever that they booted someone off quickly. All you had eaten since you had gotten there was slop, and you were looking forward to a continental dinner. Dinner? Did spa hotels do a continental dinner?

It was then that you blanched, thoughts going white as a sudden pain seared through your head. It was as if someone was pounding a hot spike into your skull.

You sat rigid with pain, doing your best to figure out what the fuck was going on as everything happened around you.

Then the feeling subsided, leaving you as quick as it had come. The lingering pain stayed prominent though Like a sad punch in the face. Briefly, you remembered the shovel to the head you had taken and blamed it on that. But the conclusion left you wanting. It didn't seem right. Deep in your chest, you knew that didn't feel right. To quote Manitoba from earlier, something was off.

You shook your head - frustrated at your sudden skepticism. Since when had you been a damn psychic?

“One by one. They will all fall.”

“You say something Mike?”

Zoey's question got you to look over at him, just missing the way he gasped sharply before resuming his normal position.

"Sorry, what did you ask me?" He giggled nervously, head swimming for some reason.

"Oh, uhm, nothing. I just thought I heard something." Zoey dropped the topic, shrugging and going back to watching the elimination process. You followed her, completely oblivious to what exactly had just happened.

What a day.

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You sat in your bed, a real bed with real pillows, and opened your journal silently. It was dark both inside and out, the sound of snores soft and loud filling the air. But you were wide awake, mind buzzing with thoughts.

A pen was brought out from your travel bag as you began to write under the guidance of the moonlight, ink gliding across the paper's surface harshly.

Met Manitoba and Vito today. They were something. Not a bad something, but they were definitely something.

Even in your own head you were short and to the point.

Also got hit by a shovel. Been hurting ever since. Might get that checked out. I doubt Chris has more than interns and Chef working medical though. Probably just going to risk it. Could sue if I get brain damage anyways. Not a bad deal.

Sighing, you shut the book as softly as possible and put it away. Not much more to say. It wasn't as if you were going to go into detail about Sam peeing on himself to get rid of a jellyfish sting.

Rolling over on your side was easy. Now came the hard part. Sleep. Normally you struggled with the feeling of drowsiness, but that night it came easier than most. And at that point, you were too tired to be suspicious.

You only hoped Sierra didn't find a way to take pictures of you while you were asleep this time.

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mdemn · 1 year

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i think it’s not too much of a stretch to say joe goes over and above on christmas because vito, who having a not-so-great family life, never celebrated christmas beyond going to mass

#joe had a good family and getting presents and asking vito what he got and he’s like #got for what? i got communion #and every year after that joe is making vito come over to get at least a present or two #and when they grow up and joe has money to spare he’s going all out #and joe is already eccentric so it’s easy to be like . oh that’s just how joe is #when really he’s doing it for VITO #yes this is me projecting for sure idk what to tell you #mafia 2 #vito scaletta #joe barbaro #vito/joe #vito x joe #mafia trilogy #mafia video games #post: personal

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miasmat · 10 months

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Based on this little piece.

Thank you dearest Oatmeal.

#I would not have survived the brainrot without you #henry tomasino #vito scaletta #vito/henry #vito x henry #henry/vito #digital #fanart #fan art

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f1sh13r · 1 year

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SCRAPPED FIC (LIQUID COURAGE.)

THIS IS ALSO A VITO X READER

Work was stressful. Especially when you hadn’t heard from Joe or Vito for two days. You brushed the thought away as you got ready to fall asleep. The only thing you thought about before you drifted off was about Vito. Hoping, hell, even praying that you would dream about him.

Your thoughts began the moment you heard the phone go off. You attempted to open your eyes, only for you to snap them shut again. You pulled yourself up from your bed, and groggily walked to your phone.

“mm, ‘ello?” your voice, almost a whisper, still sleepy. “Hello, ma’am?” A stranger’s voice answered back. “It’s still the middle of the night, can I help you?” Your tone had a slight hint of annoyance.

“Sorry to disturb ya, but i-is this uh, Y/N?” “Yeah, who’s askin’” You replied, fully awake now and confused.

“Name’s Leon. I’m the bartender at the Lone Star. I’m ringing you ‘cause Vito Scaletta and Joe Barbaro gave me your number. Say’s you’re a friend of theirs?” Your mind races immediately. What the hell were they doing at a bar after they told you they had a big mission? Why the hell didn’t they call you back? You paused at this thought, before replying to Leon once again, “Yeah, what about them?”

“Well, uh, old Joe’s been guzzling my top-shelf hooch all night long, dribblin’ on about some cat named Marty, and now he done just gone plain salty on me.” Joe being a drinker was no surprise to you, but Marty? What the hell happened to the kid? And Vito too, he never drank heavily from what you know. He was the designated driver, and always drove Joe when he was drunk.

“Oh, and uh, the other one- Vito. He looked messed up too, didn’t drink too much immediately but then started goin’ all out. The only thing he’s been doing was talking on and on about you. Says he misses ya’.”

“The hell are you talking about?” You muttered out of sheer surprise. Did Vito really think about you like that? Your heart began to beat faster at the though about what he could’ve been saying.

“Your friends are out of control, ma’am! Joe is waving his gun around and shit, we can’t talk no sense to him. Now look, I ain’t looking for trouble with you fellas. Could you please pick their drunk asses up before he shoot somebody, or somebody calls the police?” A crash could be heard from the phone, and muffled cursing. “Y/N, you gots to come here and pick their asses quick! You comin’ or not?”

“I’ll be there, don’t worry. And hey! Don’t give them any more booze ‘til I get there.”

#Mafia 2 #mafia trilogy #Joe Barbaro #vito scaletta #vito scaletta x reader #vito scaletta x you #im kinda delusional #this isnt even good

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naomana · 2 years

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Did I say I was creating angsty HenryVito?

How about.. Excruciating painful hurt/comfort?

Giving it like 12/10 on pain scale, I'm literally sobbing writing it skkskakama

I'm sorry

#Not really #If I gotta suffer so do you #vito x henry #naomi's writing

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empirebae · 2 years

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for that prompt, "confessions when one thinks the other is sleeping," henry + whoever you like?

THIS TOOK SO LONG I AM SORRY!!!

Whenever I sat down to write recently I either had too much going on to make any progress or was too tired from too much going on that I couldn't form words at all. Either way! I do apologize and I hope you enjoy reading this - I went with Henry x Joe x Vito but it is mostly Henry x Joe because I just wrote Henry x Vito for the last prompt.

Also posted on AO3 here.

Again, I hope you enjoy reading this! And thank you so much for the ask 💖💖💖

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Joe’s apartment was louder than the hotel. Even with the windows shut against the humid summer air Henry could hear the noise from the street outside, the cacophony of traffic and people shouting. There was music coming from somewhere too, possibly from inside the building, from a party that had now been going on for far too long. Henry knew he could be an insomniac even under the best conditions, but he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep yet tonight and he honestly wasn’t sure how anyone could be expected to. This is why he hated this goddamn city sometimes – no way he was going to get up to check the clock but it must’ve been the early hours of the morning, the time almost unanimously agreed upon by the rest of the world that was set aside for sleeping, and still people here had no respect for their neighbors, blasting their music and their car horns and yelling at each other right below people’s bedroom windows. Absolutely fucking ridiculous. Henry had never had problems with insomnia before he’d come to this country. In Sicily – in Palermo – there had been a nightlife, sure. But his father’s villa had been in a quieter district and growing up the nighttime was only accompanied by the soft sounds of grasses moving in the wind, crickets and the sounds of the house settling. Some nights, Henry missed it more than he could admit, more than he thought possible, like an aching in his chest that never really went away. Some nights, when he couldn’t sleep, he would lay in that bed that wasn’t his at the hotel, close his eyes and pretend that he was back home, that he could still hear the grasses rustling like a lullaby to send him off to sleep. The hotel was quiet enough that sometimes he almost believed the lie. But here, Henry knew there was no chance of that happening.

Beside him, Joe slumbered peacefully on.

Maybe the noise wasn’t the only thing keeping Henry up tonight. Maybe being in Joe’s apartment in the first place had something to do with it, watching the unfamiliar shadows looming in the corners of the room. Maybe it was his bed, the too soft mattress, the too many pillows. Maybe, if Henry felt like being honest, it was the man lying on the mattress next to him. Henry rarely felt like being honest with himself, but here in the darkness of Joe’s bedroom, with no one else awake to witness it, felt like the right time for a little truth. Henry stared at the outline of Joe’s body beneath the sheets, tried to memorize the gentle curves of it, like a mountain range in the distance – like Pellegrino hiding the moon. He’d never shared a bed with Joe before. There were only a few inches of space separating their bodies, and across that distance Henry could feel the warmth of him.

Somehow, he’d expected Joe to be a cuddler.

Vito had been. Henry had fallen into bed with Vito first, the bed he rented at the Empire Arms, and Vito had wrapped his limbs around Henry like an octopus. Henry had been unable to extricate himself the next morning to use the bathroom without waking him, and when Vito apologized for it he was blushing like a teenager. Henry hadn’t minded. Had liked it even, falling asleep and rising again warm and held. He’d thought Joe might’ve been the same, seeing as those two had been warming each other’s beds for longer than Henry had been welcomed into either of them. But so far, Joe had remained happily on his side of the mattress, arms and legs kept politely to himself.

Henry was trying to keep his arms and legs to himself too. Quietly, to himself, he cursed those inches of separation.

All of this was still new. Vito and Joe and him. Vito, braver than Henry could ever hope to be, had made the first move only a week ago, kissed Henry at his hotel room and made it clear then that he liked Henry the way that most men wouldn’t say out loud, made it clear that Joe did too. Made it clear that he and Joe were a package deal and if Henry wanted, he could have both of them.

Henry still couldn’t believe his luck.

He’d pinched himself the morning after Vito had kissed him just in case this was all a cruel dream. He hadn’t woken up, but he still wasn’t quite sure he was ever awake.

Since that first night with Vito in his hotel room, he hadn’t shared a bed with either of them. Too busy. Too scared, since he was being honest tonight. But Eddie had called Vito up this afternoon, had a job for him following some guy behind on his bills that would keep him busy until tomorrow morning, and so Joe had called Henry to ask if he’d like to come over. Have dinner. Have a little “alone time.” Henry hadn’t been alone with Joe since Vito had kissed him. He’d felt his stomach doing somersaults at the thought of it, but he’d agreed. As it turned out, Joe was a good cook – he made them veal in a red sauce with roasted potatoes and asparagus on the side, paired it with wine and chocolate cake for dessert. It was the first homecooked meal Henry’d had in a long time and he was so distracted enjoying it he’d forgotten to be nervous until after, when he was sitting across from Joe on his hideous couch.

“No pressure,” Joe had said. “Nothing has to happen if you don’t want it to.”

They’d stayed up late talking and fell into bed fully clothed. Henry wanted – God, he wanted – but there was still that part of him that was scared of wanting.

He’d gone to bed with Vito fully clothed too. There had been no pressure there either.

Henry was sick of only wanting. He reached out across the gap and placed his hand in the center of Joe’s back. The world didn’t end and he didn’t wake up and Joe didn’t move at the touch. Feeling more confident, he ran his palm slow down the path of Joe’s spine, felt the muscles and the strength there beneath the undershirt. He was warm. He was always so warm. Henry’s throat felt like it might close up on him. His chest felt like a vice.

“Thank you,” he said. His voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. He didn’t know why he said it, but it felt right once the words were out there, hanging in the still air between them, the same way it felt right tonight to tell himself the truth. Henry cleared his throat, unwilling to stop just yet now that the gates were opened. “Thank you.”

“I never – I didn’t think I’d have this again. I had it once, I think. A long time ago. But I… well, I ruined that. It’s what I do. Bad habit of mine, I guess. I’m probably gonna ruin this too. Not that I want to – God, I don’t want to. You and Vito. Christ, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. Maybe ever. And I can’t help but think that maybe, maybe I’m the worst fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to you. Because I’m fuckin’ cursed. But I’m here, anyway, just taking advantage of you two letting me in, because I’m fuckin’ selfish and I want this. I want to keep this. I’d be stupid not to. God, I feel so fuckin’ stupid.” Henry sighed, scrubbed a hand down over his eyes. “What the fuck am I doing here? Telling you all this – telling myself all this, shit I already know. What am I doing, Joe? What do I do, to keep this?”

Joe didn’t answer. Henry hadn’t expected him to.

“You know, you and Vito, I don’t know what I’d do without you guys anymore. And I can’t believe, after everything I’ve done, after all the times I’ve screwed you over, you still want me here. I’ve fucked you guys over so many fucking times. And you took me anyway.” Henry chuckled, though there was no mirth in it. “Hell, maybe you’re the stupid ones.”

He traced his fingers back up Joe’s back and stopped with his hand pressed between Joe’s shoulder blades. Beneath his palm he could feel Joe’s heartbeat, steady and predictable. He counted the beats, letting them drown out the noise from the world outside Joe’s bedroom until it was just him and Joe, until he felt his own heartrate slow and his own breathing became easier. Henry leaned forward across the mattress and pressed his forehead to the top of Joe’s spine, the place just above the collar of his undershirt where the skin was revealed. He felt a bit like he was getting away with something with the touch, even though he was almost certain Joe would welcome the contact were he awake.

“How’d I get so lucky, huh?”

Joe shifted against him. Henry froze.

He kept as still as he could while Joe rolled over, holding his breath. A heavy arm wrapped around him in the darkness and dragged him forwards. Joe was facing him now and Henry found himself pressed along the man’s front, his face tucked into the crook of Joe’s neck where he was warm and smelled like soap and sweat, his arms tucked in between his own chest and the softness of Joe’s midsection. One of Joe’s arms slipped beneath Henry’s shoulders, the other settled over his waist like a weighted blanket. It was the safest he’d felt in a long time, tucked against Joe like a boat in a harbor, held tight and warm and close. It was also the most afraid Henry had felt in a long time. His blood felt like ice, his heart, which only moments ago had calmed, was now beating like a prestissimo. Was Joe awake? Had he been awake this entire time – had he heard everything Henry had just said? It was one thing to be honest with himself and the four walls, but it was another to spill his heart out to one of the very men who had it so twisted in the first place.

One of Joe’s big hands rubbed sleepily along Henry’s back. He pressed his nose against the spot above Henry’s ear. “Shouda told me you wanted to cuddle.” He mumbled.

Henry’s throat was dry. He swallowed. “Didn’t want to impose.”

“Naaaaah,” Joe certainly didn’t sound very awake. His speech reminded Henry of the way he sounded when he’d had more than one too many on a night out. He pressed a sloppy approximation of a kiss somewhere near Henry’s hairline. “This okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” With that, slumped even heavier against Henry and stopped moving. A few moments later he let out a sound that might’ve been a relative of a snore. Henry felt himself relaxing. He wriggled one arm out from between him and Joe and curled it around Joe’s side instead, fisting his hand in the back of his shirt. Maybe Joe was a cuddler after all. Maybe he was just used to it, after sleeping so long besides Vito. Henry smiled against Joe’s skin, felt the other mana give him a slight squeeze even asleep. He’d find out which it was. It seemed like he’d have plenty of time to.

#once again i am so so sorry this is so late #i really want to write but my life really doesnt want me to #still i appreciate the ask so much!#i hope you like this!#fanfic #my writing #vito x henry x joe #empire bay trio #mafia 2 #joe x henry

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