#sam trapani

[aca-sonia]

[louisfuckingbach]

Little Sam Trapani and his daddy Luca Trapani

Gotta run errands tomorrow, so looks like I’ll just manage a few quick doodles 🚶‍♂️ There r a few AUs that I really want to try out but just thinking about it gives me a migraine 🚶‍♂️ boo...

[byrpakh-sem]

"Our business has rules.."

[ctrvpani]

Following my previous dumb post about this but I couldn’t help myself

[villascaletta]

kiss it better || scaletta

summary - vito comes home beat up, and his wife kisses it better 𐙚

warnings - talk of blood, referring to death, obviously very cliche plot but it's a classic so...

the clock ticked, it was one in the morning. your sprawled over the couch, book resting on your chest as you've fallen asleep waiting for your husband.

minutes later, vito stumbles into the front door, staggering as he walked in. he removes his coat, his gaze following your sleeping figure on the couch and sighs at the sight that you fell asleep waiting for him.

he kneels down, looking at you fondly. he presses his lips on your forehead, a gentle kiss. you stir awake from the movement, your eyes opening slowly seeing his own blue ones. "vito..?"

"hey, dollface." he spoke gently, his eyes looking into yours. after taking a moment to regain vision, you looked at him properly.

your eyes widened, gasping. his tie was all stained with blood, traveling to his neck. he had smears of it on his cheek, a tear in his shirt with a large gash, and his knuckles were all bloody.

"vito, you're hurt!" you hurriedly stood up, he stood up along me, albeit with more struggle. vito grunts, holding his hand to his guts.

"it's nothing i can't handle, doll." he says smugly, as though he was trying to not make you worry. you rolled your eyes, rummaging through cabinets for a med kit.

"sit down." you said, gently pushing him to the chair with the kit in hand. he grunts softly, obeying and sat back down.

"you bossier than falcone himself." he said, his voice low. he leans back and rests against the back of the chair, exhaustion creeping up to him.

"what happened to you?" you wiped the blood on his cheeks as you spoke, trailing down to his neck. loosening his blood stained tie, you carefully took his white dress-shirt off.

vito's voice was gruff, his eyes slightly closing at the feel of the rag against his face. "things just didn't go... as planned." he spoke vaguely.

you looked at him pointedly before sighing, his vagueness is what keeps you safe from his business, but it doesn't help having to see him like this.

"is this blood all yours?" you spoke, throat heavy. vito shook his head no, readjusting his position on the couch. your eyes scanned over the gash on his bicep, hands slightly grazing it.

vito winced slightly, making you retract your hand. "this is going to hurt, sweetheart..." you spoke timidly, the cloth with antiseptic in it hovering over his gash. he flinched once it made contact, hissing in pain.

"gah, i kill people for a living and i get taken down by some fuckin' antiseptic." vito says lightly, a tone of humor as he looked at you gently. you can't help but smile as you looked up at him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

you looked into his dark blue eyes as you continued mending his wound. "you still find the guts to joke around right now, hm?"

he chuckles, his arm hard from bracing for the disinfectant. only minutes later, the gash was patched up.

you took his pajama shirt out, ushering him to raise his hands and helped him get dressed again. he catches you, hooking his arm around your waist to pull you into his lap. vito kisses you on the temple, making you blush into his touch.

"always taking care of me, doll..." he spoke, his voice low and husky.

"who would, if i didn't?" you retort back, looking at him with a knowing look in your eyes. he chuckles at that, his head lowering.

vito's lips pressed onto your forehead, a sloppy but sweet kiss. "that you're right about... i'm lucky to have you, doll." his words made you smile, eyes looking into his with admiration.

"i love you, vito... you need to be more careful next time! stop testing your luck." you spoke, whining as you slightly smacked his shoulder. he chuckles again, taking it lightly.

he takes his hand into yours, kissing the knuckles of your hand. "i love you, doll. i promise i'll try to be safer." you nodded, listening to his words.

"now, how about we just go to bed eh? wanna sleep with my darling." he said, his arm on your shoulder as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, tickling you. you chuckled, a soft endearing look on your face and nodded.

"alright, sweetheart. let's get some sleep."

[arthmis]

Back with Mafia OC posts 🤭 redraw of an old pic of Sam & my OC, Julia. she's a columnist at the lost heaven courier 📰 comparison to the old one under the cut

[mail-me-a-snail]

Detective Norman sits across from him. He stares at Tommy, brows raised, smile incredulous. He had taken his coat off sometime earlier; his pristine dress shirt practically glows under the light. “One big happy Family, huh,” he remarks, dryly. “Sure,” Tommy replies, with a half-hearted shrug. “We were happy.” “So, what did you end up gettin’ the Don?” Tommy pauses, then sighs a plume of blue smoke. He looks away from the detective and to the window. He scratches his jaw with his thumb. “What do you get for the man who has everythin’?”

i posted about this earlier but i COMPLETELY forgot that i made cover art for this fic way back when. anyway tldr: this is the mafia fic i wrote back in 2023, abandoned for a time, and then decided to bring it back because it can actually stand pretty well on its own. this fic preceded mtoc, and as such i took liberties with the boys' backstories <3

updates every saturday!

[roleplayscout]

Thinkin’ about another sam/paulie roleplay because of course i am-

Would anyone be interested in writing a plot that takes place after Sam gets shot in the barn? Where Paulie is watching over him until he gets better? And it shifts into something more romantic. Maybe Paulie has been crushing on Sam for awhile, pining after him but Sam has never noticed until Paulie is finally caring for him while he’s bedridden and injured.

Paulie makes him full blown meals, he brings him the paper every morning go read, sits with him and talks while he plays a quiet record in the background, etc

And all of this makes Sam finally open his eyes to how Paulie really feels, because he can’t ignore it any longer.

And maybe it can evolve into Paulie finally opening up to him about how tired he is of the life and how he was planning the robbery. By that point, Sam would be willing to help and run with him because he knows hiw Paulie feels about him.

If this sounds interesting to write, dm me on discord! My username is kazikuns

I’d be willing to write for both boys, I don’t mind!