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Christopher Moltisanti X Soprano! Fem Reader

Summary: When Chris is attacked by the Russians his ditsy girlfriend just so happens to be with him.

My uncle Tony was truly one of a kind. He was engaged in shady dealings as a mob boss—like a real-life version of an Italian mob. Despite his criminal activities, he always prioritized his family. That's why I've been living with him; after my father was murdered, having someone like Tony on my side seemed like my best option in this world.

Tonight was Meadows' recital, which she had been practicing for. I needed a break from my cousin, who had been chatting my ear off about her high school relationships almost the entire night. So, I decided to hang out with my boyfriend, Christopher, and grab a bite.

I was hoping for a romantic dinner. I wasn't always a materialistic person; God forbid a girl enjoys nice things now and then. As we approached a food truck, my stomach churned at the smell. I grabbed Chris’s arm. “Can we go somewhere else? I got food poisoning the last time we ate here.” Chris chuckled, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. A smile formed on my face as he did so. “I remember, doll; you kept me up all night with your whining.”

A pout formed on my lips. “Chris, you know I hate throwing up,” I whined as he laughed again and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Jesus, doll, alright. Well, we can go anywhere you want afterwards, okay?” He searched my eyes for a response. “Alright. Just make it quick,” I replied. He nodded. I sighed and pulled out my strawberry lip gloss, which I knew Chris adored. I puckered up my lips.

Jesus, it was a cold night. I thought as I hugged myself.“Let’s go, doll,” Chris said, holding his arm out. “It’s freezing out here, Chris,” I whined, cuddling closer to him. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” he groaned. Just as he began to take off his jacket, a figure appeared next to him grabbing his arm. I didn't recognize either of them but they were speaking Russian. A rough hand reached out grabbing my arm as well. I cried out in pain as I began to squirm. “What the fuck?” Before Chris could get another word out he was pistol-whipped on his head. “Chris!” I cried as they began to drag us down the street.

I was on the floor, right next to Chris, as we were dragged onto the wet dock. “You let her go, you assholes!” I cried out as they pulled my hair even harder. “Chris!” I sobbed. Even though I was a Soprano, I hated violence, guns, drugs, and blood—everything the mob stood for. I had never gotten involved in my father's business for this exact reason I wasn't prepared on what to do.

The men chatted to each other in Russian still holding a tight grip on me. I silently cried as I stopped squirming. “Listen, you’re friends of Tony’s goomar, right? Meadow wanted the crystal. If I didn’t give it to her, she would have gone down Jefferson Avenue! You have to tell Tony that they would have beaten her! They would have raped her!” My heart stopped as I stared at Tony with wide eyes. He had promised he wouldn’t give her the crystal. “Chris you promised me you wouldn't,” I whispered feeling dread wash over me. The man smirked as he held a gun to my head. I squealed as I began to squirm again.

“Don't do it! Listen to me! I was trying to save her! You speak English!” Chris cried out. “Please don’t do this!” I pleaded as I kept squirming. I felt the grip of the guy loosen, and I pulled my elbow back, slamming it into his groin. Before I could even get up, he pistol-whipped me on the temple. I cried out and fell flat on the dock as blood ran down my face.

“Y/n!” Chris shouted as another man pulled him back. The men held guns to both of us while I lay on the floor, accepting my fate. I reached out and intertwined my fingers with Chris's. “Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot!” he cried as they began to pull the trigger. My heart stopped.

The gun holster was empty, making a clicking sound. I let out a small sigh. The man laughed as he made a cross with the gun. The other one laughed too, pushing Chris onto the floor. “Fuck!” Chris groaned. “Y/N? Doll? I know you're in pain right now, but I need you to untie me so I can call an ambulance, alright?” I blinked and turned to look at Chris. “Doll, come on, please get up.”

I sniffled as I pushed myself up on my elbows. I turned and crawled over to Chris. He turned around, and my shaky hands began to untie the rope. “You’re doing great, doll. Almost there,” Chris praised, as tears continued to stream down my face. As soon as I untied him he turned rushing me into a hug.

I started to sob as I broke down in his arms. “I’m sorry, doll. I’m so sorry.” I didn't respond; my body was shaking. “Look at your beautiful face. I’ll make it up to you. I’m so sorry, baby.” He lifted my face and gently kissed my lips.

In times like these I really hated being a soprano.

I wasn't sure how to wrap this up, but it's been a while since I posted anything, even though I’m always reading. I recently started watching “The Sopranos,” and it’s an amazing show! I highly recommend it to anyone who hasn’t seen it yet. Although this is a short message and I have plenty of spoilers for the show, I just wanted to share this small thought. I hope you all enjoyed it! Should I make a part two?

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Poly! Clarisse & Luke X Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/n can’t stand her partners anymore because of how protective they are so, she threatens to break up with them.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Bullying, Rumors, Violence

Y/n paid no attention to the rumors, knowing that the other campers were spreading lies due to their lack of knowledge about her and her relationship. She had complete trust in her partners and hoped that they felt the same.

“Slut.” a camper coughed in Y/n’s direction. "What did you just say to me?" Y/n asked the boy who she recognized as Noah, a son of Hermes like Luke. "You heard me. Are Luke and Clarisse not enough? You just had to have Percy," Noah chuckled. This made Y/n tear up. "Hey," said Percy as he stepped closer to Noah, but his smaller frame wasn't helping the situation.

"Do you need your other partners to stand up for you?" Noah asked, continuing to pressure Y/n. "That's enough," Percy spat, slowly pushing Y/n behind him. "What are you going to do about it?" Percy was about to speak, but Y/n gently grabbed his shoulder and patted it. "I don't need anyone to speak for me. Leave us alone, okay?" As Y/n was about to walk away, Noah roughly grabbed her wrist, causing her to cry out in pain.

Suddenly, Y/n heard someone yell "HEY!" and before she could even react, Noah was tackled to the ground. The pain in her wrist subsided, and she felt arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. It was Clarisse, her girlfriend, who kept repeating the words "It's okay" like a mantra. Y/n felt like everything was happening too fast and she squirmed to try to get out of Clarisse's grip, wanting everything to stop.

Clarisse released Y/n and called out to Luke who was straddling Noah. She walked over to the boy and used her foot to pin him down, cutting off his air supply. "Who spread the rumors?" the boy remained silent and kept squirming. "Who spread the rumors?" Noah cried out as she applied more pressure. "Percy! It was Percy!" The pair exchanged a confused look but nodded in agreement. Clarisse knelt beside him. "If I find out you're lying, what I do to Percy wouldn't be as bad as what I'll do to you."

Later that night, Y/n sat on Luke's lap as he rubbed comforting circles on her back with his bruised hand. After a while, Y/n broke the silence and whispered, "I hated how violent you got today." Luke frowned and said, "I'm sorry." The girl stayed quiet, and Luke felt wet drops on his back. He pulled away from the hug and looked at Y/n. "Hey, what's wrong pretty girl?" Y/n shrugged and said, "I'm just overwhelmed, and I want Clarisse."

"She's busy, baby," the girleyed him suspiciously, as Luke had been saying the same thing for over an hour. "Busy with what?" Y/n asked, but Luke remained silent, leaving her question unanswered. Y/n looked away and stood up, heading for the door. Luke cursed under his breath and quickly stood up, calling out to her, "Y/n! Baby, wait!" However, Y/n had already slammed the door in his face. She angrily looked around for Clarisse and asked a nearby camper, "Have you seen Clarisse?" The camper nodded and replied, "I saw her go to the bathroom a while ago." Y/n frowned but nodded, turning to leave.

Y/n peered into the room and witnessed two of Clarisse's close friends holding Percy roughly. "Admit that you started that rumor about Y/n and you're free to go," she demanded. Percy struggled to break free, "I didn't do it!" Clarisse chuckled wickedly. She gave a slight nod to her friends, who then kicked Percy's knees, causing him to fall as they inched his head closer to the toilet. "All you had to do was tell the truth, and I would've let you leave," Clarisse sneered. Just as Y/n was about to scream, a sudden burst of water surged forward, pushing the three teenagers back.

Percy suddenly stood up, eyes wide in surprise. Y/n emerged from her hiding spot and Clarisse noticed her, causing her face to drop. "Babe-" Clarisse began, but Y/n gave her a fierce glare, cutting her off. "I'm so sorry, Percy," Y/n said, but Percy just shrugged, "It's fine." Y/n turned to her friends and gave them a stern look. "Go," she ordered, and they quickly ran out with Percy following behind.

"I can't believe you did this!" Y/n exclaimed with anger. "Percy didn't start the rumors, I was with him all day." Clarisse was consumed by her rage that she failed to realize this fact. "Did Luke know about your plan?" Y/n asked, but Clarisse remained silent, a trait that she shared with Luke. Y/n sighed in frustration. "I can't continue with this anymore." Clarisse's head jerked up, a look of fear on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked anxiously.

“I think we should take a break for a while," Y/n said. Clarisse stepped closer, wanting to hold her in her arms, but Y/n stepped back. "You don't really mean that," Clarisse said, growing angry. "Everything we do is to protect you! Why can't you see that?!" Y/n flinched a bit but kept her composure. "I know you're trying to protect me, and I've always admired that. But now it feels suffocating. I can't have friends, and I can't leave your side. How do you think that makes me feel?” Clarissa stayed quiet processing her words.

"You don't mean that. Please, babe, I'll be better," Clarisse whispered, her voice cracking. Y/n's heart broke as much as Clarisse's. She couldn't go through with this. She quickly embraced Clarisse in a hug. Clarisse had slight tears streaming down her face. "It's okay. It's okay. I'm sorry," Y/n whispered. At that moment, Luke walked inside and saw the situation. Not knowing what to do, he embraced both girls.

"Please don't leave us," Luke begged as the girl nodded and pulled away. She shook her head and said, "I won't." The pair smiled and hugged each other again. "You smell like a toilet," Y/n joked as Clarisse scoffed, "Do not!" While the pair playfully argued, Luke sent a smile towards them.

It's my first post ever on Tumblr! I've always been a fan of Wattpad, so feel free to check out my profile (deadlyloserr). I'd appreciate any tips for Tumblr as posting this was quite difficult.