𝟬𝟭 . 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

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NOTES 𓂃۶ৎ :

time to write and draw jkskordjvkskiejc - who says i cant be a artist and author at the same time hehe... heh.. mafioso i love you.. WHO SAID THAT! WASNT MEEE

OMGOENXIWEJCITS NOT LETTING ME ADD MY BEAUTIFUL ART THAT TOOK FOREVER TO MAKEEE

✨🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🥰 ( tf r these emojis )

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WARNINGS ⚠ : nothing

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𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

after a long day of rigging chances games and making him crash out after losing 8 in a row, it was finally time to go home

they were all sitting on the couch, watching Doctor who ( WHICH IS MY FAV SHOW! ).., all pretty tired- but didnt want to sleep at the moment

"This is boring, who cares about Doctor Who..?" a voice says to the man holding the remote, rolling his eyes

"EXCUSE ME? what are YOU on about, Doctor Who is amazing!" another says, crossing his arms, then immediately changes his attention back to the TV.

"Yeah, frick you! Doctor who is the best!" another would say, leaning back on the fuzzy couch, getting more comfortable

"I gotta agree with him, Doctor who is repetitive and boring.." The last one says, as the 2 others argue with them about how its not repetitive.

"YOUR HAIRLINE IS BORING BECAUSE IT DOESN'T EXIST!" the first voice yells

the voices belonged to the goons of the mafia of robloxia,, belonged to the most feared mob boss of robloxia.. belonged to mafioso..

And their names were; consigliere, capregime, soldier, and contractee! Which consigliere and soldier were the ones who hated on the show.

"Well im not changing it, so keep yelling nothings gonna happen." Contracee teases, a smirk growing on his face, clearly trying to get them mad

"AAGHHH IM GONNA GO CRAZY BECAUSE OF THIS SHOW WEVE BEEN WATCHING IT FOR THE PAST 3 HOURSS!" soldier screams, kicking the couch, then wincing due to the pain of his idiotic actions

Mafioso walks into the room, in a apron- his arms crossed, "Whats going on here? Im trying to cook here and i cant hear the timer because of your darn yelling."

"he wont change the show!" Soldier yells, lunging at contracee to grab the remote, mafioso grabs the yoke ( back collar of someones shirt, ) before he could get to contractee.

"You guys are insufferable.." Mafioso says, pinching his the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly. "Give me the remote, you son of a..." he stops himself before saying the rest.

"Fine," Contractee says, handing the remote gently into mafiosos hands, obeying his boss's orders, partly because he doesn't want to get in trouble and partly because he perhaps, may have- have a teeny tiny crush on him.

Mafioso looks around, then at the goons, "Since im here what do you even want for dinner?"

"Spaghetti!" Consigliere says, clearly forgetting about the past argument and beef he was having with Regime and Contractee.

"You always want spaghetti, Liere." Regime says, "But i'll have it too."

"Im fine with it." Contractee says, at this point he'd eat anything, he hasn't had food ALL DAY.. except for breakfast but it tasted horrible, what kind of person lets regime cook cereal- you dont even cook cereal.

"Ditto." Soldier says as he stretches, "Spaghetti is always my first option."

"We had spaghetti yesterday, are you sure?" Mafioso asks, not really wanting to make spaghetti again.

"Pleaasseee?" They all say in unison, all attempting to do puppy eyes but all failing.

"Your all pathetic." Mafioso says, rolling his eyes, "but fine, its only because i dont want you to starve."

Mafioso walks into the kitchen, grabbing the box of dry spaghetti, he sets it next to the stove as he grabs a pan from the bottom cabinet, gently placing it on the stove as he sets the heat to °350..

After a while of cooking, he gets out 5 plates and sets the spaghetti on it, then a bowl to put the sauce in. he brings out 2 of them and sets them in front of Contracee and regime on the table, then goes back and does the same to Soldier and Liere..

"Scoot over, im eatting with you." Mafioso says sternly, a hint of affection in his voice- not wanting to be lonely.

he sets his plate in front of him, aswell with the salt and parmesan, "eat up."

[ 15 minutes later ]

everyone has finished, regime put the dishes in the sink, it was 9 : 07 pm, they all got home late, about 8 : 30, so of course they got late dinner

"Its getting late, your going to bed." Mafioso says, the glint in his eyes saying that he wasn't changing his mind.

"But its only 9! and it's Friday..!" Soldier protests, crossing his arms- even though he could barley keep his eyes open.

"Cmon boys." Mafioso says, grabbing Soldiers wrist, "were going to bed."

"Go to your rooms, i'll tuck you in after i get Soldier in bed." Mafioso says, Contractee grins, he loves getting tucked in by Mafioso

Everyone went to their rooms, mafioso pulling soldier to his room while he protests about how we don't need sleep.

Mafioso forcefully puts soldier on his bed, "What pajamas do you want?" he asks, walking over to his closet.

"ugh..fine, ill take the big grey t-shirt and black shorts." Soldier says, sighing- knowing theres no way to get out of not going to bed

Mafioso grabs it and throws it at Soldiers chest, "Get dressed."

"O-okay.." Soldier says, grabbing the clothes and undressing.

( not describing it )

He puts them on.. they were pretty comfortable.. and soft.. Soldier lets out a yawn and lays down, shifting to his liking.

Mafioso grabs his blanket and tucks him in, fluffing up his pillow. he grabs Soldiers head, not in a hard or bruising way but he doesnt do it gently. He puts the pillow up under his head and lets go of it.

"Goodnight Soldier.." Mafioso says, walking over to the door and turning off the light and closing the door, cracking the door open a bit so theres still light in the room.

"Goodnight mafi- boss.." Soldier says, snuggling up in his blanket- cozy.

"You can say my name." Mafioso says, losing eye contact, trying to sound tough, but failing miserably and having a tint- no.. just full on affection in his voice.

"Goodnight mafioso.." Soldier mutters, smiling. Mafioso walks outside of the room, smiling- why did all of them make him so happy and soft...

he shakes his head, just tuck them all in, no biggie.

mafioso walks into contracees room and tucks him in, making him extra comfty.. turning off the lights and saying good night. and he did that again, and again.. to 2 other people.

after tucking them all in, mafioso got to his room and slowly opened his door and closed it behind him. he sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he lays down.