Prompt 3/4
Prompt: Ryohei, Yamamoto and Dino getting jealous when their pregnant s/o is getting hit on
Word Count: Ryohei: 508 / Yamamoto: 1,755 / Dino: 707 / Full: 2,970
Notes: JFC Yamamoto take it easy on my keyboard. It’s not fair to the others.
I strayed a little with his piece, but I think it turned out for the better.
My apologies if any of the formatting gets lost after submitting these
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Part 1/3: Ryohei:
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“Hey, sexy lady.” The voice in your ear makes you nearly choke on your water.
“Are you….are you talking to me?” You ask incredulously, turning to face a surprisingly average man. You’re….not sure what you were expecting. Someone a little creepier, at least.
“Of course. You’re the sexiest lady in the room, aren’t you?” The man leans an elbow on the back of your chair, and you raise an eyebrow.
“You do see that I’m almost at full term, don’t you?” A quick glance finds your husband doing something regrettable a few tables over. You’re not worried for your safety from this guy, though, even if Ryohei is….busy. This is a Vongola party, and you know the Family are watching, no matter how casually they try to go about it. Looking out for each other’s wives is practically a competition.
“And your breasts are looking great.” He grins and gives a thumbs up, and you have to wonder why it is the weird ones always flock to you. Quietly, you adjust the top of your dress to cover your cleavage. It’s definitely time to get Ryohei over here.
“Listen, um. My husband is– ”
“ —Hey, what are you saying to my wife, huh? Are you making her uncomfortable?”
He could have showed up a few seconds earlier, but….
“What? No, buddy, I’m just tryin’ to pay the lady a compliment!”
“Really? That’s a pretty bad compliment, then! Are you gonna tell me my chest looks nice, too?”
You would really be okay with it if Ryohei didn’t escalate things, just this once. You sighed, watching them shout at each other, and took a sip of water.
“No, that’s weird! Look, she’s pregnant, okay? She’s got a nice rack! It was just a compliment!”
“You shouldn’t be saying that to pregnant ladies! Especially my wife! Or any lady!”
“Babe,” You say, trying to get his attention. “Just an apology will be fine.”
“Whaaaat? You deserve more than an apology! I’m gonna fight this guy for your honor!”
“My honor is fine, babe.” Ryohei doesn’t seem to hear you.
“Hey, wait a minute, I don’t wanna fight– ! ”
Your husband’s fist meets the guy’s face with a crack, and he’s yelling something about respect and the guy is cradling his nose and crying a little. Then Ryohei is showing him how to make a fist, and you sigh and wander off to find someone who will give you something a little stronger than water.
Tea could be an exciting change of pace, you think, and rub your swollen belly. You can’t wait for this baby to be born because god, you need a drink.
Ryohei finds you an hour or two later chatting with some guests’ wives.
“How did the fight go?” You ask, nursing a glass of lemonade.
“He gives his sincerest apologies and begs for your understanding!” You husband grins, proud of himself. You can’t help but smile.
“Thanks. But…. next time you can skip the fight. That was a little extreme, babe.”
Ryohei beams.
“Oh, god.”
Part 2/3: Yamamoto
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“Hey, I’m gonna go see a movie tonight, okay?”
“What?” Yamamoto looked up from adjusting his tie, a black suit jacket slung over his shoulder as he struggled with the fabric.
“You’re going to be at that party all evening, and I don’t want to sit at home bored. It’s just an hour, Yamamoto.” You tried to keep the pleading out of your voice. Your boyfriend had barely let you out of his sight, much less the house, since you had announced your pregnancy.
You weren’t even showing yet.
He preferred to keep you out of the mafia business, and this party was the perfect opportunity to get out of the house while he was busy.
“I don’t know. Are you feeling okay? Restless? Sick?” His brow furrowed in concern, and started undoing his tie. “Maybe I should just stay home. If you’re not feeling right– ”
“ –I feel fine, Yamamoto! I just want to get out of the house for an hour or two. It’s just one movie, alright?”
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, then finally nodded.
“Alright, alright. Go to your movie. But call me the second you get home. And if you need me to come back. Or if you need anything. Even if it’s a foot rub.”
You rolled your eyes.
“I’m only a month in, babe. I’m not big enough to make my feet ache.”
“And don’t see anything scary!”
You didn’t go to the theater.
Guilt nagged in the back of your head, but it was the only thing Yamamoto would have let you out by yourself for. You just needed a little time out alone. Still, you hated lying to him.
You passed by the theater, hands stuffed in your coat pockets to keep warm. You couldn’t see your breath yet, but the evenings were getting chilly. It had been weeks since you’d been able to just walk around the city like this.
You passed delis and grocery stores, a handful of boutiques and a closed bookstore. Half a dozen cafes and even more newspaper stands. The area you stuck to was perfectly safe. It wasn’t even dark out yet, and the street lamps were already flickering on. That was one of the markers of a good neighborhood. A cute little apartment stoop with a rent sign caught your attention, and you took a brochure from the little box.
It was way out of your budget, but a girl could dream, right? You bit your lip, flipping opening the little pamphlet.
A fully furnished chef’s kitchen, oooh. You so wanted a stove that turned on without having to be kicked first.
You kept walking as you read, occasionally running a thumb over the glossy pictures and imagining life with an oven that didn’t billow smoke.
The unmistakable click of a gun cocking snapped you back to reality.
He was pissed you’d lied to him, but still. There was a reason he’d had a tail on you everywhere you went since he’d gotten you pregnant. When he got word you’d skipped out on the movie (big surprise, it had been a pretty lame excuse), he knew it was time.
You were a good partner. Yamamoto loved you deeply, and the threat of losing you was too much. He did his best to keep you out of mafia business, but some involvement was inevitable. And you needed to know the world was dangerous. That you couldn’t just go out alone, that you could get hurt. That there could be hits out on you.
But…..he wasn’t ready to break that to you. Guilt weighed on him for what he was about to do, but he flipped open his phone.
He made the call.
The cold barrel pressed against the back of your head, accompanied by a gravelly voice.
“Purse, now. Unless you want to die tonight.” The gun prodded your skull.
The brochure fluttered to the ground as you put your hands up, and slowly moved for the strap of your purse. “Okay, okay I’m going to give it to you now, alright? Please don’t hurt me.”
Your voice shook as you pulled the strap from your shoulder. The second it was free, a roughened hand shot out and ripped it from your grasp. The gun disappeared and the mugger gave you a rough shove, sending you onto your hands and knees as he ran off.
The pavement scraped your palms, tearing the skin. It reminded you of falling off of your bike and skinning your knees as a child. Except you had just been mugged, and your boyfriend was going to lose his shit.
Your bus pass had been in your purse. It would be dark soon, and there was no way you could walk back home. You had no choice but to call him.
Hands shaking, you dialed.
“Babe?” His voice was so full of concern that it made your eyes well with tears.
What were you thinking tonight? Why did you have to lie? Why couldn’t you have just gone and seen the stupid movie?
“Yamamoto,” Your voice trembled. You didn’t get another word out before he was talking.
“What happened? Where are you?”
“Yamamoto, something happened. I-I need you to pick me up.”
“Tell me where you are.” He repeated firmly.
“I didn’t go to the movie,” Your voice broke. “I-…..I’m on Sixth and Linden, I think.”
“What do you mean, you– wait, you think? You don’t know where you are? Shit,” He swore, sounding torn between confusion and panic. “I’m on my way right now. Don’t move.”
You sat on the curb.
“Hey, give me a smile. Life can’t be that bad.”
The occasional passerby giving you unsolicited advice was normal. You ignored the man, and hiccuped softly.
“Aw, shit, you really upset girl, aren’t you?”
“I’m fine,” You sniffed. “I’m just waiting for my ride. He’ll be here any minute.”
“Alright,” The guy shrugged. “I’ll wait wi’chya, then.”
Passerbys sitting down next to you on the curb was not normal. Your back went rigid, and you watched him from the corner of your eye, praying Yamamoto would find you quickly.
“So, you pregnant or somethin’?”
“Excuse me?” You whipped your head around, glaring.
“Girls out this time on a Friday night, they ain’t ever sober. So, what, you pregnant?”
“That’s really none of your business.” You gritted out through clenched teeth, and hunched over yourself protectively.
“Yeah, I thought so. Where the daddy at? Pregnant girls shouldn’t be out alone, ya know? You need somebody t’ take care of you? I ain’t great boyfriend material, but I got an apartment. I’d put a roof over your head, ya know? Ya’ pretty enough, for sure.”
The headlights that pulled up alongside the curb were your saving grace. You were on your feet in the blink of an eye, ready to climb in with a perfect stranger if it wasn’t your stupid boyfriend here to rescue you.
“Yamamoto!” Tears of relief welled hotly in your eyes as you stepped out of the car, giving the evil eye to your new ‘friend’.
“Hey, babe. Who’s this guy?” He wound an arm across your shoulders and pulled you into his side.
“I’m just the guy keepin’ a pregnant chick company til’ her ride comes.” The man’s eyes narrowed, but he pushed up off the curb and took a step back, obviously not looking for a fight.
“Great, then you can leave, because the pregnant chick’s husband is here to take her home.” Yamamoto snapped, tightening his arm around you. With wide eyes, you looked up at the side of his face while he stared down the stranger. Husband? Where did that come from?
“Y-yamamoto– ”
The car door clicked open, and he sat you down inside before climbing in the driver’s seat. Once the door shut, he turned to face you.
“What the hell were you doing on Sixth and Linden?”
You scrubbed a sleeve over your eyes, knowing this had been coming.
“I-I….I just wanted to walk, Yamamoto. Like I used to.”
“You lied to me about the movie so you could walk around the city at night, by yourself?!” His jaw tightened as he watched you incredulously. Furiously.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring at your lap. “I fucked up.”
“Yeah, you did.” You shut your eyes, another tear sliding down your cheek. A familiar hand brushed your cheek, thumb gently swiping it away. You looked up at him. He was still angry, but his face was tender. “You could have gotten yourself killed. You know it’s not safe.”
“I was going stir crazy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lied.” Yamamoto sighed next to you.
“Are you sorry you put yourself in danger? That you put our baby in danger? I know it frustrates you, but I’m just trying to keep you safe. Both of you.”
You nodded miserably, and he pulled you into his chest, ruffling your hair.
“Earlier,” you shifted. “Earlier you said you were my husband……. Why?”
“Why do girls always have to overthink this stuff?” He sighed again, this time more heavily. It tickled the top of your head. “ ‘Cause no one else is gonna be able to keep you safe for your whole life, idiot.”
His tone was affectionate and warm, and he released you from his hug once he’d finished. He gave you a weak smile, and started the car.
“Next time, don’t lie to me, okay?”
“……Yeah.”
Yamamoto wanted to marry you.
The plan worked beautifully. Not a moment after he’d received confirmation that your mugging had been completed, than he’d gotten your panicked call. If a simple mugging didn’t scare you into line, then he’d have to step up to something more drastic, but he was confident you were shaken up enough to never lie again.
The straggler shamelessly hitting on you when he pulled up was a fluke, but he was more concerned about getting you home than he was beating the pulp out of a nameless sleazebag. Still, the words slipped out without thought.
Husband.
He….hadn’t planned out how to break it to you, yet. It was a lot less romantic than he’d hoped, but it would work. He’d probably get down on his knees for you later anyway, so no harm.
The shocked face you made was too cute, anyway.
Having to arrange the violence was a bitter pill, but if it meant he got to marry you, then it was well worth it.
Just so long as you never found out.
Part 3/3: Dino:
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“You got somethin’ to say to the woman carrying my heir?” His dark eyes blazed with dangerous fury as he came up from behind you, each step echoing in the chatter around you.
You hadn’t even known Dino was hovering near you amongst the crowd until he emerged from over your shoulder. Your damned partner was supposed to be getting the two of you drinks, but it appeared he hadn’t strayed far from you.
A college student had leaned onto the chair across from you, casually remarked that the glow of pregnancy suited you, that such a beautiful lady shouldn’t be sitting alone. And despite knowing how much Dino would hate it, you were flattered. Before he’d knocked you up, men often complimented your curves, offered to buy you drinks or walk you home.
(They weren’t all pigs, like Dino seemed to think.)
So you’d smiled, thanked him. You weren’t naive enough to flirt back. Dino would lose his shit if he caught you flirting with someone. Since your pregnancy, he’d worn green jealousy like a second skin whenever you spoke to other men. It was…..tiring, but it was in his nature to be possessive. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to waste the young man’s time when you were already taken.
“That’s kind of you to say. I have a boyfriend around here somewhere, but thank you. Not many people will tell a pregnant lady she’s beautiful.” You smiled and rested a hand of your swollen belly. While you loved the baby inside with all your heart, you couldn’t wait for the little sucker to come out so you could have your figure back– and wine. God, you missed wine.
The student nervously brushed his his boyband haircut out of his eyes, and edged backwards, away from Dino’s advance. Softly, you sighed, and prepared to defuse the fight he was about to start.
“Sorry, man- look, it wasn’t like that, okay? She said she was taken, I respect that– ”
“Really, ‘cause from where I’m standing, it looks like you were hittin’ on my girlfriend.” An arm draped around your shoulders possessively. It wasn’t an affectionate gesture, there was no love in it. This was about marking you.
Your father had always said it was rude to piss on your date, you thought dryly, and shrugged him off. You weren’t territory, for crying out loud.
“Dino, stop it.” You hissed, anger unfurling in your chest. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was because he had promised to come back with an iced tea and hadn’t. Maybe it was because you had a soft spot for the poor kid. Either way, your boyfriend had turned to you in surprise, brow crinkling in brief confusion. “He was being nice, and as soon as I told I had a boyfriend, he backed off.”
“Babe, stay out of it. You don’t know what guys are like- ”
“Oh, don’t I? Because I could have sworn I was dating one!” Heads were beginning to turn in your direction, and the two men were beginning to look uncomfortable. Good.
“You’re the one that needs to back off, Dino. I’m tired of you threatening everyone that looks at me! I miss turning heads! Women hit on you wherever we go and I don’t threaten them with physical harm!” You continued ranting.
Dino sent an uneasy glance in the direction of your suitor, but he was inching towards the front of the bar, away from your spat.
“Why-…. why don’t we head home, okay?” He held his hands up in a placating gesture. “You seem tired. Right? We’ll just go home and spend the night in.”
“No,” You gritted out, and he winced. “I want my fucking iced tea, Dino!”
A few minutes later, you were in the car with a greasy cheeseburger and a glass of your coveted, chilled tea, still in the glass that belonged to the bar. They’d been more than happy to let you take it in exchange for leaving.
“You, uh….you feel a little better?”
You made an agreeable noise around a mouthful of bun, and Dino visibly relaxed. He was getting good at appeasing you with cravings.
“Just don’t kill me when your food is gone, okay, babe?”
