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trouble with a capital T (tony montana x reader)

summary: (y/n) has an unexpected admirer.

warnings: angst, smut-bit of a size kink? idk u tell me, violence, drugs, abuse, dubcon, blood, swearing, domestic abuse, fluff and a little stalking ig. also tony montana

words: 8.9k

notes: this is toxic asf pls beware when reading it. also reader here is stupid asf for narrative purposes do not be like that irl im begging you. i rly have a concerning taste in men and if someone ever finds this i dont kno any of you <3 enjoy!

There’s this new guy in town who looks like trouble with a capital “T”. Everyone has seen him in person, except (y/n). However, by the stories and theories she hears, the figure of this man becomes even more macabre. Nobody knows his real name. He’s known only as Scarface, which should be an indicator of his perhaps not-so-scary nature, but (y/n) is a bit of a coward, if she’s being honest.

Still, when the girl thinks of him, she likes to imagine he has his own reasons for doing what people say he does. It is a morally questionable service, certainly illegal—considerably inhumane—, yet something inside of her extends this guy the benefit of the doubt. It’s not an uncommon theme in Florida, anyway, selling drugs and whatnot, so perhaps Scarface isn’t of all bad. He is still surely just a man, right? But when she received Elvira’s messages saying there was a shooting in her neighborhood, and that Scarface was arrested for allegedly taking part in it, (y/n) felt a little overwhelmed about her previous considerations. Even if the guy wasn’t the devil like everyone made him to be, he was a criminal. A violent one at that, putting innocent people’s lives in danger, like her friend’s.

She couldn’t go see Elvie that day, but (y/n) told her she’d drop by as soon as possible. Elvira sent some pictures of her neighbor’s window with bullet holes, six of them. The neighbor was a man who lived alone and listened to loud music all day on Sundays. Why anyone would have ordered his death, they had no idea. But then again, (y/n) didn’t really trust men who’d hit on women even after being told “no” a couple of hundred times. It wouldn’t surprise her at all if he was a rapist, or a pedophile, or both. Anything was possible nowadays. The neighbor managed to escape the sniper’s attack and left through the back, anyway, and Elvira said he entered the backyard of her house to protect himself. She was really lucky that by that time, the police had already arrived at the scene and readily took the shooter into custody.

Scarface, according to Elvie’s description, was a short, rustic-looking man. He was white, but sunburned, with a stylish haircut reminiscent of the ‘80s and a shaven face. His eyes were big and dark, with a prominent nose, and there was a scar on his left eye, which obviously earned him the infamous nickname. He walked around with a worn Hawaiian shirt and a white wifebeater under it, the one everybody says he’s always wearing; from the waist down, he had shabby jeans held up by a leather belt and old-fashioned cowboy boots. The kind they used to wear in the Wild West, probably.

The guy was just an almost cartoonish figure, a villain straight out of some children’s TV show. And still, somehow, he was the terror of this city as of lately. Everyone licked his balls in an attempt to spare their own lives. Uselessly, of course, since he didn’t seem to have any real consideration for anyone or anything, except for money. So, it wasn’t exactly a certainty that he wouldn’t kill any of his so-called “friends” downtown, unless they owned something valuable to him—drugs, for instance.

And him being detained now, for the hundredth time that month, wasn’t really a relief, since he would soon be out. Because no one could ever catch him in the act—he was a professional, after all—, his stay in the precinct’s modest jail was only for a few hours. At most one night. Five hundred, even a thousand dollars in bail—or a bribe, in fact—was enough for the sheriff to release him with a faithful promise he would see Scarface again the following week. And it was no sooner said than done.

Nobody knew where he lived. There were rumors his home was in the neighborhood next to (y/n)’s, but it was never confirmed. It also wouldn’t make any difference to know where his residence was. Again: the guy was a professional. Even the mayor licked the floor he walked. But Scarface also had his enemies, obviously. On her block alone there were four or five men who would kill him in broad daylight with their bare hands, if given the chance. She didn’t know the story very well, but it obviously had something to do with settling scores. It always did.

Scarface, the cowboy-boots and burnt-skin, revolver-stuck-to-spine and walk-of-an-insufferable-bastard Scarface, was the greatest example of how the universe does not give any tips. The divine does not send signs. And when it does, it’s a bullet in the head, right in the middle of your eyebrows. Scarface is the universal clue of at least three people a week, but no one recognizes him as such. They’d rather bow to his feet, fearing for their lives, as if the devil had any sympathy in him in the first place. It was a funny paradox. Furthermore, the universe is also a sneaky son of a bitch. So, of course her brother would get into some trouble and end up in jail. And of course he would ask (y/n) to save his ass as she often did.

She quickly turned around the way she was making to the supermarket and parked in front of the station, luckily only a few blocks away from her destination. The girl entered the room in silence and wrinkled her nose slightly at the strong smell of pee and cigarettes coming from the back, where the small jail was. In the waiting room, there were only two men sitting with their heads down and a guard in front of the hallway that led to the detainees.

(y/n) went to talk to the guard and before disappearing, he told her to wait right there. She took a sit as far away from the two ominous-looking men as possible and pretended to be fiddling with her phone. In fact, she was distressed. Despite Manny being known for his little transgressions, he’d never been arrested before, so she had also never been to a police station up until that point. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her fingers were trembling slightly.

The guard finally returned and she let out a sigh of relief. He handed her some paperwork to fill and she paid the bail in silence. While she gave him her signature, loud voices and laughter could be heard approaching in the hallway next to the waiting room. The laughter was undeniably masculine, a deep voice reverberating through the walls of the quiet police station. (y/n) held her breath as her eyes landed on brown shoes touching the floor. She didn’t dare look up and quickly finished signing the papers, going back to her chair while the guard went to get Manny.

She stared down at her phone, her heartbeat speeding up again. The disturbing laughter ceased and the girl heard a rattle of keys followed by another clang. A thick accent thanked someone and (y/n) let out her breath, thinking he was leaving at last, but the heavy boots made their way to the water cooler right next to her. She bit her lip and sighed shakily, still not daring to look up. The way he was standing betrayed the lack of care for his spine, as he was unnecessarily leaning too far back. His loud gulps almost made (y/n) roll her eyes, despite her nervousness. He really looked like he came out of a cartoon with such deliberately theatrical behaviour.

The two men sitting away from her got up at the same time and walked out of the station, leaving just Scarface, another guard who was on the computer, and her. But as she had no luck, a voice called that damn guard and he left them both alone in the waiting room. At that point, (y/n) knew the asshole was just messing around with that glass of water he’d been drinking for the past two minutes. And for that reason, she decided to stand up straight and look at him. There was nothing to fear. She had nothing to do with his drug shenanigans.

The girl was only still hesitant of Scarface maybe trying to do something inappropriate, but she didn’t have time to run when he threw the cup in the trash and sat down on the empty chair right next to her. That man’s sly smile and predatory gaze made her shiver from head to toe. “Mornin’”, he states, his deep voice very close to her ear.

(y/n) turned to look at him and kept her expression solemn. “Morning”, she simply replies, and perhaps it comes out too imposing, because Scarface raises his eyebrows and looks at her with some humor.

“A tough one, huh? Just the way I like it.”

She wants to laugh at his words, but only shakes her head. “Are you fucking serious? You wish....”

“I wish what?”, he grabs her face tightly, forcing her to look at him. (y/n) freezes under his touch and can’t hide her panicked expression. He smiles satisfied and moves closer to her. “Your mama never told you not to talk to strangers, huh?”, she tries to pull away from his grip, but he pushes his fingers harder against her cheeks to the point of hurting. “Answer me.”

“You’re not a stranger, Scarface”, she grins and he lets go of her at last. (y/n) takes a deep breath and clears her throat, checking the time and tucking her phone into her front pocket. Thankfully, Manny’s voice is approaching in the hallway and she gets up, giving the guy a scowl. “I know you think you own this town, but remember you’re still just a guy. Get over yourself.”

“Oh, I know”, Scarface mutters, smirking like she’d just told him a great joke. He stands up and tries to touch her again, but (y/n) manages to avoid it. He then pulls her closer by the waist for a split second, as the guard and her brother appear in that instant. The man lets go of her quickly, and before he leaves, he flashes her a wink, “have a good day, baby.”

She watches angrily as Scarface disappears, caressing her aching face. The girl turns around to find Manny with a sorry expression, and she clenches her jaw. “Let’s go”, it’s all she says, walking out of the station without waiting for him.

♡♡♡

A week after that incident, (y/n) never left the house again. Until today, that is; she only went to her brother’s because he was starting to get a little worried about her confinement. She didn’t think of telling him why she was hiding for protection, because the less her family knew about that crazy drug dealer bothering her, the better.

(y/n) walked out of her car fast so she wouldn’t bump into Scarface on the street by any chance. Although it was pretty unlikely to happen, seeing as he didn’t usually hang out in her neighborhood, but she wouldn’t take any risks. No one besides herself knew what went on in the station and she didn’t intend to tell anyone else. The girl didn’t even know if she should have told anyone in the first place. The guy had this city in his hands. If he wanted to find her, it was a snap of his fingers.

But of course, (y/n) couldn’t run away forever. And the day she decided she’d go to Manny’s without any fear, while she was sitting on the sofa, that damned thick accent came from the front door. She widened her eyes and got up quickly, but when the girl reached the kitchen door, her scared expression met the man’s pleased one. He was smiling at something her brother was saying, however, as soon as he saw her, the mirth on his features was borderline sickening. Still, he visibly tried to play it cool because Manny was there.

(y/n) pretended not to care as she made her way to the bathroom and locked herself there, hands shaking violently. She sent millions of desperate messages to Elvira. The voices continued to chatter excitedly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have Scarface at her brother’s place. Like they were buddies.

Suddenly there was silence and someone knocked on the bathroom door slowly, barely audible. Her heart raced and she felt a lump forming in her throat, eyes watering without warning. Another knock. She put her phone away and slowly opened the door, not knowing what else to do or where else to go. The man’s intimidating presence greeted her and a victorious grin hovered on his lips. (y/n) looked into the living room for Manny, but there was no one. He seemed to have left for some reason, and she felt her world fall apart.

The girl stared back at Scarface and he was now serious, examining her body up and down with no shame. “So you’re family, huh?”, he muses, his terrifying voice making her shiver sharply. She sighed and went to sit back in the couch, accompanied by him, who was leaning against the doorway and still gazed at her without blinking. “When they told me you were Manny’s lil’ sis, I couldn’t believe it, baby! But here you are, I guess that makes him my brother-in-law”, he states, content as a child who solves a puzzle. “He told me you live alone, right? I might pay you a visit someday.”

“Right”, she merely scoffs, attempting her best not to show the shift in her seat hearing his words.

He smiles macabre, moving his index finger from side to side in denial. “You don’t talk to me like that, tigress. Let’s start there”, he looks around, making sure Manny’s still not there, and approaches her. (y/n) instinctively pulls away and he grabs her face just like before, forcing her to glance at him. “You don’t talk to me like that. Got it?” She doesn’t answer and he squeezes her cheeks even more, making her let out a groan of pain. “Got it?”

“Got it”, she spits out, begrudgingly.

(y/n) thinks he’s going to let go, finally, but first he gives her an awkward, aggressive peck on the lips. She instantly shoves him and wipes her mouth to somehow undo that contact. Scarface laughs, “you’re so cute, baby.”

“What are you doing with my...”

Manny arrived as soon as she closed her mouth, readily engaging in another conversation with Scarface while ignoring her presence there. They talk about people and places she knew nothing about, it sounded like a bunch of codes, and she gaped at each sentence they exchanged. How the hell did they know each other? What was that asshole doing with her brother?!

Dinner came and Scarface—his name was never mentioned, for some reason, and she wasn’t about to ask—made a point of sitting next to her, but if Manny noticed their closeness, he didn’t pay any mind. They continued talking through the meal and Manolo chit-chatted (y/n) now and then, forcing her to answer Scarface’s falsely innocent and curious questions about what she was talking about. As if he didn’t already know everything about her life, apparently.

After helping clean the kitchen, (y/n) said goodbye to her brother. Scarface watched them silently from the sofa and she tried to keep her focus on Manny. “I have some stuff to do at home now, gotta go.”

“You going alone? It’s late”, he frowns.

She waves her hand to make light of it. “It’s fine, Manny. It’s a ten minute ride.”

Manolo shakes his head. “Even so, (y/n), you know this neighborhood ain’t safe. I can’t take you home, but Tony can.”

So that’s his name.

Scarface—Tony chimes in, not letting her answer Manny just yet, “c’mon, let’s go. I’ll take you.”

“It is not necessary. I literally drove here!”, the girl huffs, already taking the first step to leave.

Manny stops her before she reaches the door. “No, no. It’s too dangerous here at night, you better go with him. C’mon, you take her, Tony. She’s just a little stubborn.”

(y/n) locks her jaw, but doesn’t say anything.

“I noticed”, Tony mutters tauntingly, giving her an ambiguous look that surely only she saw. The girl took a deep breath and surrendered, waving goodbye to Manny as she walked with Tony to her car. They strolled in silence to the garage and as soon as she opened the door of the vehicle, he pulled out a little plastic bag from his pocket, full of a white powder. He pointed with his chin at it, raising the object. “I just made some business with your brother today, baby, no worries.”

(y/n) stared at him confused, but still didn’t say a word. Manolo was really going down an irreversible path, it seemed, and there was nothing she could do about it. With a heavy heart, she could only get in her car and pray she’d make it home safe that night. Scarface followed her and started driving, shooting her a smile or two over his shoulder. Luckily, it wasn’t long until they parked in front of her building. He turned off the ignition and got out of the car with her, obviously inviting himself in.

Of course.

(y/n)’d been trying for a few seconds to open the stuck gate and Tony notices her suffering, helping her to complete the task. She doesn’t thank him and simply walks into the house, knowing he’s on her tail. His eyes burn into her back, but she tries not to focus on it while starting to unlock the door. She is greeted by her cats rubbing against her heels and she smiles automatically. Forgetting for a brief moment that Scarface is there, the girl takes the smaller one in her arms, hugging and kissing her soft dark fur. When she puts her down, the man is watching her with an amused expression.

Her cheeks tingle and (y/n) makes her way to the kitchen, with Tony still following in silence. She pours herself a glass of water and offers it to him next, which he accepts, still staring at her with the same predatory demeanor. He’s going to try to do something ugly to her, obviously, and she is trying not to think about it, but it’s getting harder and harder. If she screams, no one will hear her. Fortunately or not, she has no neighbor on her floor. She makes a mental list of what objects she can throw at his head to make him pass out like in the movies; a brand new moisturizer that is full; a makeup bag; her favorite pan. If she is quick enough, maybe she can lock him in her room and call the police.

(y/n) snaps out of her thoughts when Tony approaches her behind the counter, while she still holds a glass of water. She is staring at his chest when he calmly takes it from her hands and offers her a smile. She tries to hide her trembling fingers from his vision, but he notices them and takes her palm in his, raising it to her eye level.

“Not so tough now, huh?”, he mocks, making (y/n) bite her own tongue so she doesn’t give him a sharp answer and gets punched because of it. He kisses her fingertips softly, catching her off guard. Tony notices her confused expression and grins again, lowering his face to bring it closer to hers. “What, you think I was gonna keep scaring you off? I’m not that bad, baby.”

“If you say so.” She mutters reflexively, regretting it right away when his dangerous orbs fall on her. She sighs and looks away. “Sorry.”

He nods approvingly. “Good girl.”

There is an old gouache paintbrush she could use to pierce through his neck in case it gets bad. The glass pitcher is over the sink. (y/n) looks at the table and there’s a fork and a spoon. The big knife is in the drawer—

Tony lets go of her hand and walks to her room. She listens to the sound of his wooden soles echoing against the tile floor a little astonished, before following him. She opens the door, which creaks imposingly through the empty, closed house, and her heart skips a beat when she hears the mattress shift, indicating he has settled into her bed.

(y/n) is in front of her window to open it, but before she can do it, his arms wrap around her from behind and pull her away from it. She widens her eyes and tries to pull away, however, the grip tightens. She starts to shake more aggressively and an agonized scream leaves her mouth, causing his hand to slam against it, muffling the sound. She looks desperately at Tony and he’s signaling her to be quiet. Panic takes over her body and she gives up trying to get out of his grip. He seems happy with this decision and removes his palm from her lips, laying her body down on the bed and straddling her, legs wrapping around her waist as his knees sink into the mattress.

Her eyes water and she closes them tightly, waiting for the inevitable. (y/n) remains like this for a few seconds, but nothing happens. She thinks maybe Tony has given up on what he wanted to do, however, when she opens her eyes again, his face is hovering over hers. His brown eyes are scrutinizing the girl minutely, there’s not a single vestige of that villainous smile that lives on his lips. She returns his gaze and they stare at each other in silence. His elbows are propped up against the mattress and his hands are still gripping her arms, holding them in place, but with no force.

(y/n) wants to ask him what he’s doing, but the thought leaves her mind as soon as he takes a gun out of his pants. She screams in desperation, “help! Help! Someone help me!”

“Shhh. Hey, calm down!”, Tony puts his hand over her mouth yet again, holding her down so she’ll stop her kicking. She watches, still horrified, as he places the gun on the chair beside her bed. “I’m not killing you, baby, calm down”, there’s a smirk on his features that makes her stomach turn. “Yet”, he adds, taking his palm away from her trembling lips. (y/n) tries to get up, but he pushes her back down. “I ain’t killing you, but I’m gonna do other things.”

“No, no, please...”

She can’t finish her pleas as his full lips crash onto hers, now in a kiss deeper and less brusque than the peck from earlier. The girl tries to resist at first, but soon her body speaks louder and she ends up giving in to the contact. She lets out an involuntary groan as his rough fingers lift the hem of her shirt, almost like an animal in heat. Damn hormones, she thinks in the back of her mind, not really caring for that much when his fingertips send shivers through her skin.

Tony pulls apart so he can remove her garment, smirking at her bra-covered breasts. She blushes terribly. “You’re so cute, baby.”

He kisses her again and (y/n) reciprocates vehemently this time, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly. His lips trace down her neck and she faintly laughs at the little tickle there, making him lift his face to look at her intently. There’s something different in his eyes, almost adoration, but she can’t finish the thought as he unbuttons her pants and unceremoniously pulls them down, leaving the girl in her underwear.

Tony drops to his knees on the bed and shrugs off his iconic floral shirt and wifebeater. (y/n) can’t help but smile seeing his near-athletic pecs and gets on her knees too, silently volunteering to strip him out of his own pants. He watches closely as she unzips his jeans and unbuttons them, sliding them down his toned thighs. Tony finishes getting rid of the piece and goes back to kissing her neck urgently, leaving more aggressive caresses in place. A chill travels her spine when his member bumps into her stomach and she squeezes his arm reflexively, catching his attention.

“You good?”, he asks, sounding so worried he seems to be another man completely different from the Scarface criminal who’s been with her until now.

She simply nods and lets out another moan as his lips descend to the gap between her breasts, leaving sinuous kisses all the way down. He licks at the sweat accumulated there and kisses her again; a salty, icy kiss. A hand finds her face and trails her cheek lightly, while his tongue invades her mouth shamelessly. His touch is so gentle it looks absolutely nothing like the man who bruised her face twice with his brute strength. Tony gropes down her back and unbuckles her bra, making the girl shiver as he grips her nipple. Soon, he pays attention to them with his mouth and she bites her lip so as not to make too much noise. Still nibbling at the sensitive skin on her breasts, his deft hands slide down her panties and her face heats up violently.

He slips two fingers into her without blinking an eye. (y/n) arches her back and blurts out a high-pitched groan, which had him chuckling, turning her on even more as his thick voice vibrated against her nipple. When his tongue meets her clit, the feeling is indescribably divine. She’s now a carefree mess of moans and ragged breathing. Tony’s hands grip her hips strongly, holding back her unconscious thrusts.

He lifted his face again before she came, his chin visibly wet. “Got protection, baby?”

“No”, she lets out an incredulous laugh. “I never did that, I didn’t have to...”

“Right”, he says thoughtfully, as if just connecting the dots now. Tony fumbles in his pockets and doesn’t seem to find what he’s looking for, so he looks back at her. “I got nothing on me either.”

“What now?”

They exchange a silent look and he shrugs, getting back on top of her body. “Now I’m pulling out y qué sea lo que Dios quiera.”

(y/n) is going to protest, but Tony takes off his boxers and invades her without warning, causing her to groan in pain. He soon notices her expression and stands statue over the girl, waiting for her to recover. Tears form in her eyes once again and he leaves light kisses on her cheek, trying to calm her down. She smiles softly at the delicate and unexpected gesture. Soon she’s ready and he starts to move, gradually increasing the pace.

The solemn creak of the bed is the only sound besides their gasping breaths and moans she can’t contain. Every now and then his golden chain hits her chin, however it doesn’t hurt, it’s but a little friction. His big hands are squeezing her breasts as he speeds up the movements little by little. (y/n) looks to the side and sees the revolver on the pink chair, the contrast of that scene making her want to laugh. She returns her attention to Tony and he’s got his eyes closed, mouth open, leaving wet kisses all over her cleavage. He’s dripping with sweat, just like her.

He takes her lips again and only then does she return to the moment, losing herself in her own pleasure and letting the orgasm overtake her without precedent. Next up is Tony, who comes with a husky moan and one last kiss. He lets his body slide off hers, pulling out his cock while his cum paints them both. (y/n) kisses his face after the effect of orgasm and he returns the caress, pulling her into a fairly tight hug. She smiles at the contact and lets him hold her there for a few minutes. They’re silent the entire time, until he pulls the sheet from under the pillow to cover them. Tony and her exchange indecipherable, sinuous looks, and that’s when her penny drops. She just had sex with a criminal.

Jesus.

“This shouldn’t have happened”, she say abruptly, sitting up.

Tony also sits down and shrugs. “But it did. So what?”

“So it won’t happen again!”, (y/n) exclaims in annoyance, not caring that this man has a gun and isn’t afraid to use it at all. “You need to go.”

“Already? You just wanna use me and throw me away, huh? Now that’s cold, baby”, she rolls her eyes at his mockery and stares at the wall as he stands beside the bed, his stuff swaying back and forth. “Hey”, he calls, but she doesn’t answer. He then touches her chin and gives her a lingering, incredibly soft peck. She sighs as Tony pulls away and there’s a gentle smile on his face as he puts on his clothes. “You’re cute, (y/n).”

“Thanks”, she timidly blurts out, not really knowing what to say. The girl looks for her underwear and tenses up as she watches him handle his revolver, placing it on his back again.

He notices this. “I ain’t hurting you with that gun, you know? You can relax.”

“Even if you don’t use it against me, it’s still a weapon”, she mutters seriously, turning her back to him so he can buckle her bra.

He does the task and hugs her from behind, kissing her locks. “You don’t have to be afraid of anything with me, baby, not even a weapon.”

She turns to face him, hugging his waist lightly. Tony gets serious all of a sudden and lets out a long breath as he finally releases her. He checks his pocket and fixes his messy hair in the small mirror on top of the dresser. Before leaving, they exchange one last look. None of them says a word. (y/n) watches him disappear behind the gate and looks around the empty house, returning to her room and closing the door. She stares at the completely messed up bed and the sheet painted by drops of blood and sperm, which they shared for a few seconds, now on the floor. Ha.

Trouble with a capital “T”.

♡♡♡

Two weeks after the incident, (y/n) didn’t go to her brother’s house anymore. But Elvira, being such a pain in her ass sometimes, had practically bullied her into going out tonight. She was anxious, it’d been a while since she went out to have fun like this. Her fear of bumping into Tony—Scarface wasn’t exactly as strong as before, for obvious reasons, but she’d still rather not take her chances in finding him again. No matter how good his dick game was, he was a dangerous individual. Better to stay away.

So, for the record; she fucked a hitman and was most likely falling in love with him, maybe even reciprocally, just after he got violent with her several times. Elvie obviously didn’t know about it yet, but what would she do when that time inevitably came? Because (y/n) was going to tell her, no doubt. She couldn’t keep it all to herself forever, hiding it from everyone like it was some sort of crime. Elvira would probably call her crazy and even threaten to lock her up in an asylum, wanting to choke Tony if it was as much as hinted he laid his hand on her. And she wasn’t even wrong for that!

But what about her family? God, if her father knew... He’d go after Tony’s blood. He would simply never look her in the face again, especially since their relationship was already fragile enough because of Manolo. And what of her reputation? All of Miami would talk about this. She’d be the new bitch on the block for sure. No one would respect her, she’d become a joke. Not that she cared about what those people think of her, but it would be nice to stay anonymous. It was safe, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

With a heavy sigh, (y/n) finished getting ready and stared at her reflection, smiling faintly. Perhaps it was best to let those corrosive thoughts for tomorrow’s hangover. She grabbed her bag and locked her apartment, walking down the deserted street. As the club was close to her house, there was no reason for anyone to come and get her, so she’d go alone with no worries. It wasn’t like anyone was going to do anything to her on her quiet neighborhood, anyway, much less on the weekend. Plus, criminals in this town had a schedule and they liked to stick to it. At least the ones who grew up there.

Already approaching the place, she saw Elvira with some of her friends waiting for her in the line. They greeted each other and entered the club, going for a table next to the bar. (y/n) immediately asked for a strong drink to try and calm down her nerves, feeling rather unfit for that environment after such a long time away from it. At the first glass, she felt lighter and smiling, pulling Elvie to the dance floor.

They’re dancing and laughing like idiots when a tall man approaches them. He is moving to the song and calmly smoking a cigarette while he watches the girls, eyes glued to (y/n)’s form in specific. She doesn’t hear a word Elvira is saying over the music as she stares back at the guy, so distracted she accidentally knocks over a waiter’s tray behind her, making a huge mess. (y/n) apologizes quickly and starts clumsily picking things up on the floor, while the mysterious guy crouches down and helps her with it. She smiles shyly and they finish fixing everything in place.

She thanks him softly and turns to go back to her table, but he grabs her arm gently. “In a hurry?”, he questions playfully, an amused smile on his full lips.

She blushes. “Oh, no, I was just…”

He shakes his head. “You’re a little shy, I can see that. Let’s put an end to this shyness now, come with me!”, he walks off, dragging her to the bar. “So, what’s your name?”, he asks, signaling for the bartender to bring them two beers.

“(y/n).”

“Frank, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Their drinks arrive and they make a toast, while she takes a big swig. Frank smiles and pulls her by the waist, taking her by surprise. “Lost your shyness yet?”

“I...”

He attacks her lips before she can finish, leaving a wet, beer-tasting kiss on her mouth. (y/n) has to make a tremendous effort not to drop the beer from her hand, making way for his tongue to explore every corner of her mouth. Frank separates them just to take another sip of his drink and starts kissing her neck. Elvira’s eyes from afar give her a surprised and mischievous look. She flashes her a smug smile, but as soon as she does, her friend’s expression completely shuts down and now it’s one of sheer panic. (y/n) frowns and turns to look at where she’s staring so terrified.

She’s greeted by Tony’s aggressive hands pulling her away from Frank in a sudden movement. He drags her out of the man’s arms, keeping her behind his body. Tony then hits him with his fist. (y/n) widens her eyes with the amount of punches Tony is throwing at Frank and tries to get him off the guy, but he pushes her away. She looks around and people surround them, watching the fight in silence and astonishment, however no one moves a finger to help break it up. Of course. It’s Scarface.

No one would dare stop him.

Frank managed to leave a blow on Tony’s stomach, but he couldn’t dodge another punch to the jaw and fell to the ground, looking dizzy. When she thought Tony would back down and leave it at that, he went over to Frank’s body on the floor and striking him wildly again. She was desperate for help to separate them, but nobody did anything. (y/n) tried to pull Tony away from him and he pushed her once more, only this time she didn’t give up so easily. She grabbed his arm with all the strength of a slightly intoxicated person and made him look at her. The fury in his eyes slowly seemed to soften and he dropped Frank’s semi-conscious body.

Once on his feet, Tony looks around him, menacingly showing his gun tucked into his pants. Everyone scatters like startled ants immediately, without him having to say a word. When they’re alone, he glances at Frank one more time and looks back at (y/n). His anger seems to have returned.

“I wish I done that to you”, he begins, his thick voice making her shiver. She takes a step back, but he grabs her by the neck and pulls her close again. “Lucky for you, I’m doing good lately, baby. So I’m generous, you know? But you both should be fucking dead now.” (y/n)’s hands start to shake and her eyes water instantly at his words, fear taking over her entire body. She tries to free herself from his grip, but he won’t let her. He continues, “you are mine. Ain’t no one touching you but me from now on. Got it?”

“Yes”, she chokes, tears falling down her face uncontrollably.

Tony, however, doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for her deplorable state. Finally his hand lets go of her neck and she takes a deep breath, sobs leaving her throat aggressively. (y/n) gets as far away as possible and before she knows it, she’s running away. He doesn’t come after her, which she mentally thanks. She felt so scared and angry at that moment that she couldn’t think of anything but running, running for her life.

♡♡♡

(y/n) got home and locked the door thoroughly. She isolated in her room and cried herself to sleep. It was dawn when she managed to close her eyes and rest for a few hours, only to be woken up by a loud noise outside the next day. There were loud bangs on the door, nearly knocking it over. Her breath hitched and she made sure to lock the bedroom door. Maybe she could just pretend nobody was home.

Another banging thud, now it sounded like someone jumping on the floor. Then there was yet another furious knocking, this time on the front door. Her stomach turned. A bang on the window echoed in her ears and (y/n) began to cry profusely, sobbing in terror. A crash startled her and her eyes widened seeing the wooden blinds breaking in front of her.

She unlocked the bedroom door in a second and ran behind her apartment, opening the kitchen door as it lead to emergency stairs. Footsteps approached once she managed to get out and run across someone’s yard. She looked for somewhere low enough for her to reach so she could climb, finding a little doghouse in the corner. There wasn’t anybody or anything around, thankfully. However, as soon as she started to take off, big arms grabbed her waist from behind, pulling down her body violently.

She kicked as hard as she could, but Tony wouldn’t let go. He towed her back into her house and locked the kitchen door, dragging her by the arm back to her room. He threw the girl on the bed without any delicacy and looked at her from where he was standing. She continued to cry copiously, all her strength quickly draining away. (y/n) crouched close to the headboard and watched him sit on the far side, studying her in silence.

“Crying ain’t doing you no good, baby.” She turns her face to the wall and he walks in her direction, crawling until he’s next to her. He whispers in her ear, “you can’t win for losing.”

“Shut up!”, she pushes him away, taking Tony by surprise. He looks at her with raised eyebrows, but he doesn’t look annoyed.

He looks pleased.

“C’mon, now”, Tony approaches again, grabbing her chin to make her eyes stay on his. “Now, now you look like the fucking girl I met in that station. Badass baby”, (y/n) tries to pull away, but he doesn’t let her and gives her a forced peck. His stubble scratches her face and she grimaces, dodging and breaking the contact. This seems to irritate him deeply, because in the next second, his palm meets the soft skin of her cheek and the sensation burns. Tony pointed in her direction, warning, “don’t you ever do that again.”

“I do whatever the hell I want”, she spits out, not caring about the consequences at this point.

He gets hold of her neck, glaring. “No. You do what I want, you bitch.”

(y/n) smirks, mockingly. “You think you’re offending me? How cute.”

Tony then slaps her again, this time much harder, and she laughs out loud at his fragile ego. She pulls herself together and faces him again, pretending not to be shaken. Tears have dried under her eyes and she only cracks a half smile, taking in his scowling features. “You men are such a joke, so easy to figure out.”

“Careful, baby”, he says in a warning tone, making her chuckle once more.

“Who do I have to be careful with, you?”, she asks smugly, smacking the hand he lifted to squeeze her neck again. Tony is surprised, although he’s trying really hard not to show it. “You...”, she continues, lightly touching the collar of his shirt. “Who would never hurt me with a gun?”, (y/n) mimics his thick voice. He seems to get annoyed at that and takes her hand away from where it was, which makes her smile victoriously.

Okay, so it’s not so bad having a criminal with a crush on her.

“Shut up”, he orders.

She simply shrugs and brings her face closer to his. Tony places a gentle kiss on her lips and excitement burns inside her as his palm goes straight to her ass, squeezing it. “Hold up, cowboy”, (y/n) mutters, although not really caring about his impatience. “Wanna explain to me what was that about last night?”

“Told you, you’re mine.” He reiterates casually, trying to pull her onto his lap and kiss her, but she doesn’t allow it. Tony frowns again, speaking with a heavy accent, “what is it now?”

“You almost killed the guy”, (y/n) points out. She didn’t want to make him feel remorseful or anything, she knew he just wouldn’t; it was all on her curiosity about the sick psychology in his head. She touches the collar of his shirt again and looks into his eyes, the most sincere she’s been so far, and practically begs, “what do you want from me, Tony?”

Something very similar to confusion runs through his brown orbs, but it’s only for a millisecond, as he looks at her sternly right after. His hands remain promptly by each side of his body, and it makes her a little bit relieved he’s respecting her wishes. It’s a start.

Of what exactly, (y/n)?

“I want you, baby”, he says. His voice doesn’t betray any kind of vulnerability, though his gaze conveys less solemnity than his words. She watches him in silence until her eyes inevitably water. Tony frowns and touches her face quickly, holding her like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “What is it?”

How can he not see? How does he have the courage to even ask what happened? Or are his actions merely impulsive and completely thoughtless, is that it? Does he not know that he was just hurting, hitting her? Does he not know that he was just insulting (y/n) and treating her like a goddamn worthless object? Because the same hands that slapped her cheek minutes ago are now hugging her and stroking her back, as if in an attempt to ease her loud sobs.

She hears his voice in her ear, soothing, kissing her neck lightly. Maybe it’s all a dream, a hallucination in her head as she’s unconscious with this man doing God-knows-what to her. But it is not. His touch is as real as it was the last time, his pleasure intertwining with hers in a magnificent, if improvised, dance. And it’s as real as the first time their lips met, in a sheer display of power and dominance on his part, but which now reminded her only of a caress exchanged between two lovers. A comfort.

“(y/n)...”, his deep voice calls again, however her eyes are glazed over the shattered window in front of her. He lifts her face to look at him and there’s a kind of desperation in his expression, even if it’s held back by pride greater than his own ego, if that’s possible. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” She hears herself speak, sort of in reflex, since it was true. She knew deep down he didn’t mean to hurt her. Maybe at first, yes, but then... Following that afternoon, a new chapter of this crazy story began to unfold. And they are entering one more after last night.

“It’s true”, he reenforces, and (y/n) really wishes she had the strength to tell him that it’s okay, she understood, but the truth is that she was tired. Sold out. It had been so long since she had slept or eaten anything and she felt her limbs giving up on supporting her body at any moment. “(y/n)”, Tony insists, yet his voice is already a low sound that becomes more and more distant in her mind.

Soon she doesn’t feel anything anymore.

♡♡♡

The first time (y/n) opens her eyes, everything is blurry. On the second attempt, she notices a figure sitting on the chair beside her bed and a dim light coming from the window. On the third blink, she realized she had probably passed out—for how long was her first question, as the sun outside seemed to point at one or two in the afternoon.

Tony was silently watching her as she positioned herself and felt her head almost explode into a thousand pieces. Her throat was dry, an unparalleled taste of shit in her mouth reminding her she hadn’t even brushed her teeth due to everything that had happened that day since she woke up. A sigh escaped her lips and (y/n) closed her eyes again, giving up on her efforts to sit up against the headboard. She felt so weak. Her fingers were trembling slightly and she was freezing to death, even with the sun at its peak and all the covers over her on the bed. She felt dizziness enveloping her body and thought she was going to faint again, but a large, rough, careful hand touched her arm.

Tony looked hesitant, worried, recluse even. His eyes didn’t leave hers for a second and she felt slightly invaded, undressed as his irises watched over her without blinking. She stared at his palm on her forarm and tried to calm down, although her heart hammered inside her chest. “You didn’t eat anything today, did you?”, he asks, but it’s a rhetorical question.

Tony then leaves her alone, not waiting for an answer, and returns with a plate in one hand and a glass in the other. (y/n) stares at the image in front of her and feels like chukling, but she contains herself. Instead, she sits up with some difficulty as he hands her the meal, returning to his rightful place on the pink chair. She takes a couple of bites and a huge relief rushes through her body as the food reaches her stomach. It had been almost a day since she had anything to eat. She didn’t even know how she didn’t vomit her ass off with all the alcohol she had last night.

The girl sipped the juice as she paid more attention to her surroundings. Tony took care of her while she was unconscious and even cooked. He, the hitman who scared even the most dangerous gangsters in Miami, cooked her a stroganoff and made her an orange juice. It sounded like a scene from a sugary romance movie.

“It’s just a hangover”, she finally speaks up, her throat still a little dry.

“It’s not”, Tony turns around and sits leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at her intently. She gazes at her plate and continues to eat in silence, while he continues, “I’m real sorry, (y/n).” If she hadn’t been so tired, she would have spit out her juice in surprise. (y/n) glanced at him completely horrified, as if he had confessed to an atrocity. Tony stays with the same solemn expression, a little less proud now.

“For what?”, a shiver runs down her legs. She didn’t want to be insistent, but curiosity was killing her inside.

Tony, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered by the question. “For hitting you. And for doing all of that last night.”

“You shouldn’t apologize to me for what you did”, she mutters bitterly.

Tony only shrugs. “I didn’t mean to hit you.” He repeats, and she closes her eyes when all that tangle of feelings hits her chest once more. He reaches over and takes her hand, giving her a pleading look. “I swear I ain’t ever laying a finger on you again, baby. You gotta believe me.”

Her eyes water involuntarily and she holds his hand back firmly, looking at him with a half-broken smile, trying in vain to give him some comfort. “I know”, she begins, voice cracking at the end. “I know, okay? You were angry. I understand.”

Tony scowls and shakes his head. “No. (y/n), that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t...”

“I know. It was wrong, Tony, I know, but you didn’t think straight. And neither did I, actually. It happened, there’s no reason to dwell on it. Everything is fine, really.” She looks into his eyes once more and smiles when he nods after a while, still a little hesitant. The girl brings his hand to her lips and kisses it slowly.

He smiles weakly. “You scared the fuck out of me, you know”, he mumbles, and there’s a hint of desperation in his voice. “I thought I did something to make you pass out. The fear, I don’t know...”

“That wasn’t it. I’m not afraid of you, Tony”, she assured him, since it wasn’t a total lie. When he was just him, without that domineering, abusive criminal side, she wasn’t afraid of Tony. No longer. (y/n) sighs and finishes her meal, setting her plate on the table beside her, feeling considerably better. “Come here”, she extends her arms to him and Tony goes without blinking, hiding his face in her neck and lying with her on the bed.

She didn’t know exactly what that meant. Having sex with a murderer who only mistreated her already wasn’t so understandable, but having some kind of relationship with him? It sounded pathetic in her mind. It’s not like he would even want anything to do with her besides sex, but she couldn’t believe that as the seconds went by and he kissed her neck so softly, apologizing endlessly for his transgressions, mumbling that he would never hurt her again, that she’d never need to be afraid of him again...

Her head was going to explode.

(y/n) looked down to meet his gaze and stroked his hair, smiling like a lovestruck idiot. She just couldn’t believe this was happening—and somehow she did. Because of course she wouldn’t resist for long. Even when she was shaking like a leaf, still she couldn’t fight his caresses, imagine it now that Tony seems so willing to make up for all his mistakes?

“Antonio...”, he mutters, barely audible, making her frown. He gives her a small smile and kisses her, mumbling against her lips, “my name.”

“Really?”, (y/n) asks in disbelief, since now she was probably the only person in town who got that information, but Tony seemed more than comfortable sharing it with her.

He’s still looking at her with the same little smile on his face. “Really. Why?” He lifts his body to rest on one arm, staring at the girl with some amusement.

She grins and kisses him again, leaving several pecks on his stubble. “For nothing. It’s just a really nice name.”

Her eyebrows dance and he laughs, making her insides melt at the sound of his laughter. It was the first time she heard it and she didn’t want to hear any other sound for the rest of her life. It was such a full 180 from the big, bad Scarface.

(y/n) knew “I want you” was very far from “I love you”, but that knowledge didn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat whenever she remembered those words. Besides, even if the latter was the case, it was just never going to be that simple with Tony. She looked at his sparkling brown eyes and let out a deep, dreamy sigh. She was down hard for that dangerous, dangerous man, yet there was nothing but softness inside of her as he held her into his arms. What he did away from her could be as ugly as it came to be, and it still would never compare to how warm she was in his presence—be it for the anger, for the lust or for the comfort he made her feel. So, it was fine. She could handle it.

She’s always been a bit of a troubleshooter, anyways.

#scarface #tony montana #scarface x reader #tony montana x reader #tony montana imagine #al pacino #al pacino x reader

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shankschewtoy · 2 years

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finally your request is open!! can i request a modern headcanons or scenario for killer and law? 😗😗

a/n - yes yes they’re open!! :) ty for the request anon, I always love writing stuff about killer and law <3 I hope some personality, hobbies, and relationship, headcanons + scenarios are ok with you :D

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, kid being bullied 💀

Modern Law & Killer headcanons + scenario

Killer

- This man got straight As in school and you can’t tell me otherwise

- Like, he seems like he wouldn’t get good grades but is secretly smarter than the entire school 💀

- he plays the electric bass and is absolutely amazing on it

- he wants to sing too, but he’s a bit too shy to sing in front of people :’)

- this man is HUGE so he hits his head on doorways, lamps, wooden beams, etc.

- I think he might have a permanent bruise on his forehead 😭

- he has two lip piercings, one on each side, and his ears are pierced too :)

- this man knows fashion ✨

- like he ALWAYS wears something that looks absolutely amazing on him

- idk how he does it

- killer is the type of guy to only have one SUPER close friend, and that’s all he needs

- He started a band with Kid in high school :3

- Kid played the electric guitar and sang

- we all know killer has a better voice (just sayin-)

- his wild golden hair? Oh yeah you bet he keeps it that long

- Sometimes he’ll do half up half down kinda thing

- it depends on his mood :)

- he’s the mysterious quiet kid in class, but like the super cool quiet kid you know??

- man’s kinda intimidating tho :/

- His bangs cover his eyes sometimes, so most of the time you can’t see his eyes :’)

- Kid makes fun of him for being emo 😭

- “your hair makes you look so emo.”

- “and yours doesn’t?”

- “Fuck you.”

- literal king of comebacks ✨

- no bully ever dares to come near him

- he’ll beat the shit out of them with literally two words 💀

- if he ends up having a crush on you, you’ll notice him staring at you a lot

- and if you guys have any of the same classes, he’ll make sure to walk with you to class 🥺

- will carry your bag if it’s too heavy for you

- He’s kind of shy! So it’s hard for him to confess until he gets enough confidence

- one time kid caught him singing in the shower and he was so fucking embarrassed

- “Maybe you should’ve sang for our high school band-!” Kid was laughing so hard

- “Kid you remember that time in middle school when you tried to p-“

- “SHUT UP I’M SORRY-!”

- killer knows how to blackmail professionally 👍

- literally remembers every single embarrassing moment of people to get them later lmao

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Scenario - Blackmail ✨

You were just sitting on the couch, relaxing while scrolling away on your phone. You heard a faint voice from upstairs.. It sounded almost angelic, were you finally dying-? You put your phone down and tried to listen to what exactly was making that noise. Someone was singing.. But the only people in your house were you and your boyfriend, Killer. You decided to check out if it actually was him singing, so you walked up the stairs, making sure you were quiet enough so he wouldn’t hear you. You knew that he was extremely shy about singing in front of people, so he never sang around anybody. You loved his voice! It was so smooth and gentle, you would fall asleep anytime you were to listen to him sing :) You reached the door to the bathroom, and heard him singing from outside the door. Putting your ear to the door, you could hear him singing the opening to an anime you were forcing him to watch earlier. (You can make up whatever anime op you want) You giggled, and pulled out your phone to record him singing. He had such a lovely voice, so you didn’t know why he never sang. This would be nice to save for later, it always cheered you up to hear him singing :)

You heard the water faucet turn off, and you quickly ran back into your room, sitting on your bed and replaying the video. You smiled lovingly at it, his voice was so addicting, once you heard it, you always wanted to hear it again. You were so invested in the video that you didn’t even hear your boyfriend’s approaching footsteps to your shared room. He was wiping his wet and fluffy hair with a towel, baggy shorts on his legs. “What are you listening to?” He asked, bending over your shoulder to take a peek at your phone. You almost screeched when he appeared behind you, and you quickly closed out of the tab on your phone. Killer stood there with widened eyes, his sky blue eyes staring into yours. “Y/n. Was that me singing?” He asked slowly as you looked away from him nervously. He tilted your head back towards him, “Ok yes it was! You have such a nice voice- so I wanted to save it..” You admitted innocently with a nervous smile. He sighed, “Please delete it, I know you’re going to show it to kid and your friends.” He replied, reaching for one of his shirts in the drawer. “No I won’t I promise!” You shouted. (We all know you’re gonna show it to kid.) “Y/n if you don’t delete it I’m gonna tell them that you watch yarinchin-“ He started to say before your face turned bright red. You were to never speak of that show, especially with other people. "I'll delete it.." You replied softly, deleting the video from your phone. He smiled at you, bending down and pattinng your head like a pet, "Good y/n." He said in a deep voice, smirking at you. You pouted, crossing your arms, "You owe me cuddles right now." You said quietly, turning away from him like a bratty kid. He chuckled, hugging you from behind, wrapping his huge arms around your torso and leaning his head in the crook of your neck, his gold and fluffy hair tickling your neck and ears.

He started to kiss up your neck, going up towards your jawline before smiling. "Forgive me?" He asked with a smirk, he knew you couldn't say no.. After all, it was Killer. "...yes." You replied quietly, turning around and burying your face into his chest. He smiled, cuddling you for the rest of the night. <3

Law

- smartest kid in the class

- he thinks everyone’s stupid lmao

- He absolutely hates group projects because he ends up doing everything. 💀

- he gives the absolute harshest death glares ever

- If someone is acting rude to him, one look and they can back off instantly

- major RBF 🗿 (resting bitch face)

- he looks unhappy all the time, and yes, he looks emo

- He has fringey and really fluffy short black hair, but with the dark circles under his eyes, all the tattoos, ear piercings, and the literal darkest of colors he wears-

- yeah… he looks emo

- he refuses to wear pink in any way

- don’t even show it to him lmao

- He’s that one kid in class that never has any friends, but no one dares to bully him

- Anyone who does will instantly regret it

- Trafalgar D. Water Law, the kid everyone fears in school

- I think he’d wear glasses, but not for vision, just so he doesn’t ruin his eyes

- Medical Bio major in college 👍

- If he ends up having a crush on you, he’s so secretive about it like you’ll never even know-

- He stares at you from behind, and makes sure you never notice him staring

- Ok this is totally unrelated but he has god awful posture

- like he looks like a shrimp when he’s doing homework 🦐

- back to relationship- he’d only confess at like the very last minute (he procrastinated 🗿)

- And even then, it wasn’t a smooth confession at all-

- “Uh- y/n you know how we were in the same bio class all year?”

- “Yeah…?” (Let’s just say you liked him too-) you were so excited, was he confessing?! Is this a dream?!

- “Yeah, that teacher fucking sucked. And that frog dissection was really interesting right?”

- “Um. I guess??” Oh god, he’s so nervous he’s going into a whole ass story 💀

- FINALLY- you just say, “Law- what is it you needed to tell me??” Bro you’re tired, I don’t think you wanna hear about the exact details about a frog’s brain.

- “I like you.”

- and y/n was too stunned to speak

- you just stopped, your eyes wide, and he looked so embarrassed and uncomfortable

- “Nevermind-!” He said, just starting to walk away as fast as he could.

- you literally hurled yourself at him, grabbing his arm, “I like you too Law, you didn’t even give me enough time to say five words-!” You shouted.

- He struggled to hide the huge blush on his cheeks (yeah didn’t really work that well)

- My man’s kind of a nerd

- When he was a kid, he collected Pokémon cards :)

- But now he’s kind of into comic books, and will want to rant to you about them

- You find it so cute, and he really loves it when you want to listen to him 🥺

- it makes him feel happy that people like spending time with him 😭

- (I kinda pulled that out because he nerded out about germa 66 in the anime lmao)

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Scenario - Self Care

Law got home from a strenuous 12 hour day of college medical training as well as some refresher classes. When you saw him, I think he looked even more tired than he usually did. “Hey Law- are you ok? You should probably take a rest..” You mentioned to him softly, giving him a hug when he walked through the door of your shared apartment. “I’m fine, I need to study for a midterm in a couple days.” He replied softly, starting to walk upstairs, into his room quietly. You looked worried for him, Law definitely knew how to worsen his already god awful sleep schedule. Even though Law was very informed in the medical side of things, he still didn’t seem to know about “self-care”. You sighed, grabbing a cup of warm tea, specifically Law’s favorite kind of tea, Chamomile. You also grabbed one of his favorite comic books, and started to walk up the stairs. When you saw him slaving away at his desk, you sighed with a worried smile. Typical Law..

“Hey Law, drink some tea to help you stay up.” You said softly, setting it down right next to him. He looked up from his work with a soft smile, kissing your cheek as a thank you. His days were always brightened when he saw you, and little gestures like these made his heart swell with warmth. “Thank you y/n.” He replied quietly, sipping some of the warm tea. You also showed him one of his favorite comic books with an excited smile, “Do you mind maybe taking a break and telling me about this one again? I really liked this one!” You said with your usual happy grin. How could he say no-? First off, it was you, and you looked so happy asking for him to tell you about it. Secondly, that was literally his favorite comic book, of course he’ll tell you all the details about it! He got up from his working chair and sat on the bed with you, opening up to page one and starting to explain all of the depth and details on specific characters. He even talked about how each ability of the antagonists and protagonists suited them, or how they could improve if they did this or that. He looked excited, ranting about these kinds of things to such a good listener like you. You couldn’t help but smile, you found his nerd side so adorable and endearing. “So this character has the ability to turn himself into rubber. But, the problem is that he can’t swim because of his abilities. I think maybe the reason is..” He ranted on and on, racking his brain for new ideas. You smiled at him, this was the first time you’ve seen him relax in a long time, and you were so happy that you could help him. You honestly loved hearing him explain these things! It gave you an entirely new perspective, and a lot more interest in comics like the ones he reads. “And yeah, that’s pretty much the whole story.” He finished with a soft smile. “Whoa- that’s super cool! How’d you get all that information out though??” You asked, continuing to try to distract Law from all of his worries and anxiety. “Well, I usually just form different theories of my own, but occasionally the internet isn’t the dumbass it usually is.” He replied softly. “Hey why don’t we read one together tonight? I can read it to you!” You suggested with an excited smile.

There was something about your smile that made Law so weak for you. Your face was just.. Perfection. Your smile so warm and kind, it could warm him up from the inside out. Your actions and gestures made him almost tear up on the inside from your kindness.. “Sure y/n.” He replied with a soft smile, grabbing a comic book from his desk, handing it to you carefully. As you read the words on his page, Law’s eyelids felt heavier and heavier. He didn’t realize that all of the work he was doing really tired him out. Self-awareness of his own personal health wasn’t really a major thought on his mind. He slowly started to lean on your shoulder, drifting off to his much needed sleep. When you felt the weight on your shoulder, fluffy hair tickling the side of your neck, you couldn’t help but smile softly, kissing your boyfriend’s forehead with such love and care. “Goodnight Law, I love you.” You whispered, wrapping the blanket around you two gently. You also fell asleep, letting Law lean on you as you both drifted off to your dream land. <3

a/n - this was adorable. But why tf did it take me like a year to finish it 😭 I’m so sorry anon- and yes, it’s canon that law would look emo irl and also yes, killer is a singer at heart 💜

#trafalgar d water law #law x reader #one piece hcs #one piece #law one piece #one piece x reader #killer one piece #killer x reader #one piece killer #anime hcs #one piece headcanons

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majorbaby · 11 months

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u know, u dont have to answer this but u keep mentioning a sidney post you made that you're not satisfied with bc u wrote it much earlier in ur mash analysis, and i have to wonder what you'd say about him now, as a character, as a narrative device, etc?

Sidney is so much a tool for storytelling that I would liken him to punctuation. He exists to draw out the inner thoughts, fears and desires of our more three-dimensional characters, most notably Hawkeye but also Margaret, Klinger, Charles and the patients he treats on the show. Their psychoses are so often based in their fears, their denial, their disbelief, their unwillingness to take personal responsibility for their circumstances – which is not usually how real mental illnesses work, but still makes for good television.

I’ve also used to term “Sidney ex machina” to describe his function:

Deus ex machina; plural: dei ex machina; English "god from the machine" is a plot device whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem in a story is suddenly or abruptly resolved by an unexpected and unlikely occurrence.

The 4077th will hit a wall with a patient (sometimes the patient is Hawkeye) that they cannot overcome, because they’re experiencing an illness of the mind and they don’t specialize in that type of illness - although you could make an argument for Hawkeye “therapizing” his friends (Margaret in Images, Radar in Hepatitis, BJ in Period of Adjustment) but he’s still not trained. When this happens, someone will go “get Sidney on the line” and every time without fail, Sidney successfully fixes the problem. This wouldn’t land so well if he was a recurring character on the show.

Hawkeye is so in touch with the inner workings of his own mind and heart I wouldn’t necessarily put it past him to be able to monologue his way through his problems, coming to the solutions on his own (maybe with the exception of GFA or Bless you Hawkeye) but you still get the sense that he already knows the answer, he just needs someone to help draw it out of him. That’s Sidney’s role. He’s really just there for Hawkeye’s voice to have something to bounce off of so it becomes audible to himself and us, the audience.

There’s one brief exception to Sidney being used this way and lol, it’s no surprise to me its in the Written-by-Alan-Alda Dear Sigmund. Alda’s episodes do tend to deal more with character drama, and I imagine he couldn’t resist taking a stab at Sidney. We learn that Sidney’s struggling with the loss of a patient – but only after Hawkeye and BJ read his private letters, really his journal, which is rude as fuck btw, but to me unintentionally emphasizes how much of a barrier there is between the audience and Sidney’s thoughts/feelings/fears/desires. But I can’t think of any other occasion where we get to see what’s beneath his calm, cool, professional exterior.

There’s other times I was curious about that.. In War of Nerves he’s supposed to be at the 4077th as a patient, but he leaves the mess tent because he has a head injury that no one is considerate of, and he ends up treating people when he’s the one who’s supposed to be recovering.

If you choose to see Hawkeye as getting progressively worse as the war wears on him (and idk if I do personally because the show is so episodic but that’s another post) then I have to wonder what it feels like for Sidney to have to keep treating him, especially in Goodbye Farewell Amen, where we finally see a crack in Sidney’s normally neutral expression, his consummate professionalism, as Hawkeye comes clean about what really happened on the bus. Like… they’re friends, it’s already ethically questionable to have Sidney treat him, and then we see exactly why that shouldn’t happen when Hawkeye is understandably upset that Sidney has decided to send him back to the 4077th. There is a moment of forgiveness and gratitude that passes between them in Sidney’s final scene in the series when Hawkeye thanks him, not insignificantly while he (Hawkeye) is performing surgery (to me it feels like a nice callback to OR), which he’d previously wondered aloud to Sidney whether or not he’d ever be able to return to.

And here I am again saying that “flat” characters, of which Sidney is MASH’s best example, aren’t poorly written when they’re fulfilling their intended purpose, which Sidney does very well almost every time we see him. He’s so good at his job that it even feels weird for me to talk about his thoughts and feelings in fic, I want to get him in there, have him draw out the interiority of whichever character he’s in conversation with and then be like “glad we had this chat, peace” and actually that is how I see him being used pretty regularly in fic.

Btw this is the Sidney post that gets on my nerves, not because I disagree now with what I said… actually that post is just this post stated too simply for my liking and it got way more traction than I ever imagined it would, so obviously it appeals to something that people feel, but I didn’t state what it was. It’s so vague it reads like a fandom in-joke. So thank you for giving me the push to show my work.

#mash #re: mash #sidney meta #hawk meta #sidney freedman #long post #replies

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Hey Raven, do you think that Rook is a toxic friend to Vil? My friend was saying stuff like that earlier but idk.

***CONTENT WARNING: this post will refer to and/or make mention of gaslighting, fat shaming, and toxic friendships, as they are relevant topics for this discussion and analysis.***

Well firstly, we need to be aware that there is no single set definition of what makes a person a “toxic” friend. “Toxic” friendships can manifest in many different ways, such as manipulating the other person for personal gain, outright verbally attacking them, excluding them from group activities, gossiping or talking about them behind their back in a way that damages their reputation, etc. Saying someone is “toxic” doesn’t tell the whole story. It tells us that someone is being a bad friend, but it doesn’t elaborate on how or why exactly they are being a bad friend. What words have they said and what actions have they done to earn that title? How do these words and actions make others feel? That’s what we need to focus on when analyzing a character, not just the assigned label in isolation.

Now with that being said, I completely disagree with the sentiment expressed by your friend.

Rook has always been a person that’s extremely supportive of Vil, even when they were in entirely different dorms (in fact, he transferred so he could be closer to, and better support, Vil in his pursuit of beauty). The methods to communicate his thoughts aren’t always the best (like, in the past, Rook just walked up to Vil, rattled off a bunch of unwarranted feedback of his performances), but he speaks passionately and from the heart, and he doesn’t do so with malicious intent. Rook just gets overexcited sometimes and can’t always contain himself well.

Having difficulty expressing oneself is not necessarily a mark that Rook is a “bad” friend. If it was, then why would someone as no-nonsense as Vil want to keep talking to him for hours and hours despite the weird initial impression that Rook gave off? Why would Vil trust Rook as his vice dorm leader (a position which is implied to be hand-picked by the dorm leader)? Why would Vil follow Rook’s advice when selecting members for the VDC team? Vil is a relatively good judge of character (he can sniff out even Jade’s shadiness; see Jade’s Dorm Uniform vignettes), and he normally wouldn’t put up with anyone else’s bullshit. It’s clear that Vil puts a lot of faith in his huntsman’s judgment, and Rook demonstrates the same amount of faith in Vil. He even thought that Vil’s OB was beautiful (albeit in a twisted way) and was willing to drink poison because he wanted to believe that Vil wouldn’t stoop so low as to try and poison Neige.

Vil’s work drives Rook’s own passion, and, in turn, Rook’s passion drives Vil to work hard. That’s part of the reason why their friendship developed so early on and why their dynamic works so well to this very day.

However, let’s play devil’s advocate for a moment and consider the other side of the argument: what has Rook said and done that can be interpreted as toxic? Well, when people say that “Rook is a toxic friend to Vil”, there are usually two major examples that get referred to: the betrayal of episode 5, and a comment that Rook makes in Vil’s Labwear vignettes. Let’s dissect both of these points.

Firstly, the infamous ending of episode 5. When it initially came out (in JP), there was considerable uproar about Rook voting for RSA instead of for NRC. A lot of hatred and anger was directed at Rook for casting the vote that essentially sealed NRC’s loss and crushed Vil’s dream of proving himself worthy as a “hero” in the eyes of the public. From the outsider’s perspective, this is a jerk move on Rook’s part. What this is missing is proper context. Rook didn’t blindly vote for RSA because he’s Neige’s fanboy or to teach Vil a lesson in humility; it’s because he genuinely believed that RSA’s performance was more “beautiful”—not on a technical or a professional level, but in the purity of it, in how much love is behind the performance.

Neige and the Dwarves were singing and dancing their hearts out hoping to share their happiness and joy with everyone that watched them; Vil was singing and dancing to absolutely crush his foes and demonstrate that he is “the best” (ie his reason is comparatively very selfish compared to Neige’s). It just so happened that, in voting for RSA, Rook was also able to show Vil that he needs to learn to love himself first and foremost before he concerns himself with the public’s love. Again, Rook has zero malicious intent in voting for the other team. He was only being honest with himself, and even Vil would shortly come to recognize that. Yes, Vil is frustrated with the outcome, but even he doesn’t fault Rook for how the vote went.

There is no ill will between them; furthermore, considering that Vil wants to earn his beauty and achievements rather than be handed them, I don’t think he would be satisfied if there had been a tie (or if NRC won) knowing that Rook voted for NRC out of obligation or pity. As the song Absolutely Beautiful says, Vil wants to be able to prove his own skill and to win over people’s hearts such that there is “no chance to beat [him]”, so there is no doubt or question that he is the victor. Rook cannot lie to himself nor to his queen, and Vil wouldn’t be happy if Rook did lie. Vil trusts Rook to tell him the truth, and Rook did—that’s why Vil ultimately accepts what happened instead of being bitter about it and holding a grudge towards Rook.

Another angle to look at the events of episode 5 at is the “noninvolvement” lens. In other words, “Why did Rook do so little to help Vil prior to the Overblot? He’s a bad friend for not stepping in sooner and for not taking direct action.” Take their shared history into consideration, and it starts to make more sense. Rook does not directly intervene because he has known Vil for long enough to understand that direct confrontation won’t work. Vil is stubborn, and when he wants something, he will work his ass off to get it and won’t listen to reason (or even his own manager). That left Rook no choice but to play along and try to support Vil in his aspirations, but he did what he could to try and incorporate what he believed were positive influences (Adeuce, Grim, Yuu) on Vil. It was also Rook who stopped Vil from committing the ultimate sin (poisoning Neige) that would forever “dirty” his beauty. Could Rook have done more? Certainly. But still, he tried to help in his own way, and with regards to the circumstances, causing his hands to be tied.

Onto the second major example that gets brought up in discussions of Vil and Rook’s friendship: Vil’s Labwear vignettes, specifically the first part. In it, Rook comments that Vil has “put on a little weight”, which prompts an “excuse me?” from him. Clearly, Vil is not happy about it, and it can be argued that Rook’s response to that is… not tactful, and (I’m not going to sugarcoat this) can be interpreted as gaslighting. Basically, Rook asks when Vil is “planning to begin [his] diet” and then asks him whose opinion he believes when it comes to his appearance (specifically the weight): Rook’s, or everyone else’s? I can completely understand why people would take offense to this interaction, as it can come off as fat shaming. This phrasing was extremely bad, and Rook should not have let that come out of his mouth.

What I must stress here that Vil himself is not offended by the actual content of what Rook said, but rather by HOW he said it. In the second vignette, Vil expresses to Trey that what Rook said is true, but that Rook failed to express it in a more thoughtful way. He explicitly says that he finds Rook’s outside perspective useful, as Rook notices things that even Vil doesn’t. Vil actually takes very little issue with his looks being criticized or commented on—that is what his entire career is built on, so of course it makes sense for him to want to take care of his appearance and to meet the conventional beauty standards imposed by his industry. If anything, Rook’s feedback actually helps Vil improve himself and be the best that he can be for his gigs. Again, the issue is not that Rook is “toxic” to Vil, but that Rook fails to express himself in a way that is socially appropriate when he’s communicating some of his thoughts.

It is the context of the situation, and Vil himself, which defines whether their relationship is “toxic” or not. I want to point out that sometimes in toxic friendships, the victim does not realize their friend is being toxic in the first place, so the argument can be made that just because Vil doesn’t see Rook as toxic doesn’t automatically mean that he isn’t. It’s possible that others in the friend circle and in their immediate environment can see the toxicity and must inform the victim of what is happening to them, to make them self-aware. However, this is not the case for the other TWST characters. In fact, it’s often the case that others express their disbelief at how close Vil and Rook are, despite Rook’s eccentricities. All of the other characters pretty much acknowledge and think of Vil and Rook’s friendship as a healthy (if not odd) dynamic. They see Rook as someone who unconditionally loves and supports Vil, but does so and communicates it in unconventional ways. Sometimes it’s not overt enough, and other times it’s TOO overt, but that’s just how Rook is: unpredictable.

Something I commonly see in interpretations of Rook and Vil’s friendship is this expectation of “unquestioning devotion and loyalty”. People have this notion that a “good” friendship is one in which friends always show support and tell each other positive things to uplift and encourage each other. Applying this to Rook and Vil, people expect and want Rook to vote for NRC, to not make comments on how Vil looks.

I don’t think that notion should be true; I think a “good” friendship is dependent on what the involved parties desire from the other. In Vil’s case, he does NOT want a yes man that blindly follows him. A yes man will not help Vil improve himself. He wants someone that has the guts to him the truth—no matter how ugly it is, and that person is Rook (he just needs to learn how to filter himself better).

#Vil Schoenheit #Rook Hunt #twst character analysis #twst analysis #twisted wonderland character analysis #twisted wonderland analysis #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #question #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst en #twisted wonderland en #tw // toxic friendship #tw // gaslighting #tw // fat shaming

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cringeworms · 1 year

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Its 2am and my brain is mush but hear me out: imagine Will and Hannibal bickering over the music in the car. Hannibal must listen to a classical music cd or something and Will doesn’t mind, especially when their relationship is “”””””””””professional””””””””””” but like after a while of being together Will must eventually drive and pick the music. At first he’d probably choose one of Hannibal’s cds to be polite but I imagine he’d eventually just play whatever radio station he likes (what music does Will listen to? Classic rock? Prog?) and Hannibal wouldn’t be too bothered at first. He might even enjoy some Styx. But after god knows how many Aerosmith and ac/dc and journey or whatever songs that sound exactly the same (don’t come for me ok I live for that shit) he’d lose his mind silently. He’d clear his throat and adjust in his seat and clasp his hands together and Will is just tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel, perhaps enjoying Hannibal’s discomfort (at least a little bit). Will does not strike me as the kind of guy to sing along to the radio but how fun would that be omg he’d sound out the riffs and fills and shit kinda under his breath and Hannibal would find it endearing but a little annoying.

Hannibal is very cultured, his tastes are refined but he doesn’t live under a rock. So I don’t think he’d be at all confused about rock culture or what the lyrics mean or why people like the music, but maybe he’d still pose some ridiculous questions about it like “when Mr. Tyler says she told him to ‘walk this way’ what way, exactly, was he to be walking? Tell me, Will, have you ever felt like you were told to ‘walk this way’?”

“The painting of one’s face has historically been used by warriors as intimidation and to differentiate between tribes. Yet these men call themselves Kiss, an interesting commentary on love and war; so often they are one in the same.”

Or don’t hear me out. That’s fine too idk what I’m on about.

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal shitpost #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal textpost

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Every day I get more certain that there is no real ship. The members and the company let this shipping thing going on all these years because it benefits them, both in terms of money and being free to date who they want. There are more things that prove Jkk, Tkk or any other ships isn't real than the things that have been interpreted, from us shippers, as being real.

I’m super late on this but when you sent this I started on it, and then was promptly very overwhelmed by a large number of asks and kind of shut down. I found it in my drafts so figured I’d finish and post it, if you still care! Lol. Totally understand if you don’t 🤣

I already know I’m going to ramble so let’s get this out of the way — that’s a perfectly fine conclusion to come to. If that’s how you feel, it’s how you feel. I don’t know the inner workings of KPop marketing, so I couldn’t say whether as a whole they tend to “promote” ships (i.e. fanservice and questionable photoshoot concepts/poses, even mv interactions — is that what you mean?) because it makes them money, or if they follow the fans to see what they’re squawking about online and then serve up content to kind of give the people what they want. In other words, I’m not sure which came first, the chicken or the egg. I think we’d need an industry professional in the KPop media landscape, someone who’s followed KPop a lot longer than me, or at least a blogger more observant and analytical than me to tease that out.

On Jikook specifically — I have a few rebuttals to the idea that the relationship (whether it’s romantic or not) so many of us have clued into is some sort of fabricated marketing scheme. At the very least, it’s not only that. Let’s get into them.

#1: Just because something is marketable doesn’t make it fake.

Are their subgroup photoshoots adorable and thick with chemistry? Yep. Do I think for one moment that there was a BH executive behind the camera telling JK to look at Jimin like THAT? With the slow-gaze drop down to his lips (or his ass)? Idk, to me that’s laughable. He just does. Like, I think two things can be true at the same time: Jimin and Jung Kook can look objectively good together and also be a popular pairing within the fandom and so the company can kind of play into that and promote their interactions, and ALSO they can have a naturally affectionate, long-standing close personal relationship that boosts the chemistry of those interactions. Does that make sense? It’s sort of like when celebrities who are love interests in a movie do a press circuit, and they have palpable sexual tension — that’s half the reason they were cast as romantic leads in the first place — and they also get along really well behind the scenes, because they click and also have spent a ton of time together. Of course the Warner Bros executives or whoever’s funding the movie is like hell yeah, play it up, sell those tickets — but that doesn’t invalidate the fact that the co-stars have likely truly become close and truly have a connection. And, often, it’s later revealed that the co-stars have in fact been banging the whole time. Shocker. AND even if they aren’t — they still may have had a very real connection that could have definitely sparked into something more had they chosen to pursue it — for instance, I don’t think for a second that Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake wouldn’t have hooked up during FWB if he wasn’t so obsessed with his now wife (and she might have been in a relationship then too I don’t remember). And it was exactly the case with Tom and Zendaya. AND that’s just for celebrities, who’ve often only been working together for 8-9 months or so, making a movie. Not two guys who are attached at the hip and have been for the last near decade.

Whew. That was a lot of ands. Still with me?

#2: I think you’re seriously overestimating everyone’s acting ability.

Imagine being “on” all the time.

I get that they could turn things on and get purposefully flirty or suggestive during fansigns, or onstage, but BTS are some of the most prolific celebrities out there in terms of “behind the scenes” footage. They have posted hours and hours of what basically amounts to reality show content, spanning years of their lives.

“But reality TV is scripted.” Well, duh. It typically needs to have some sort of narrative, some sort of direction or it will be dull. But as anyone who watches reality TV will tell you, it’s scripted, but also it’s not. That’s what separates it from purely fictional movies and series with actors; it’s real people having, for the most part, real reactions in real time, and it’s what is so fascinating to so many people. You can script an interaction on a reality show, but it’s much harder to script every individual person’s reactions to that interaction, the interpersonal relationships that form, the nonverbal behaviors and cues, the personality traits that are revealed. More often than not, someone’s true character, or at least several facets of it, will come out when they’re on a reality show. It’s how we can confidently say that certain bachelors/bachelorettes are assholes — because even while they aren’t meant to be portrayed as such, and in fact they are actively meant to be seen as desirable, marry-able people — sometimes they just can’t hide their gross true natures. And that’s just for 1-2 seasons. Imagine pretending that well for something like 8 years of behind the scenes content. That’s approaching psychopathic levels of acting ability, and it’s an unrealistic conclusion. Maybe they’re not dating, but I believe they’re absolutely as close, if not closer, than they look. There’s no faking that level of intimacy and comfort, not for that long.

#3: I don’t agree with you that shipping allows the members to date who they want.

I’m not sure how the two things are related actually, except that maybe shippers in the fandom are more likely to dismiss dating rumors because they believe the guys to already be taken? But that’s just the thing — dating rumors have only ever been rumors for them. Nothing’s ever been confirmed, though there has been PLENTY of speculation, for Jimin and Jung Kook both. So I don’t really see how promoting Jikook as a subunit has protected them from any of that? If they were dating other people they’d STILL have to sneak around and keep that shit locked down, regardless of shippers — because regardless of shipping, proof is proof and if a photo of them making out with somebody on a yacht leaks, it really doesn’t matter how many cute selfies they posted with the other members, know what I mean?

#4: I don’t ship/support Jikook because of their contrived interactions.

I support them and believe them to be in a romantic relationship, or at least something that is not strictly platonic, because of their tension, comments, behaviors, and stories they tell of off-screen moments. Sure, maybe some PR person gave them the okay to do that dance cover of Own It, but nobody told them to do it like THAT, in a dark room, alone, with tension so thick it seeps through the screen. Yeah, they got paired up for 2021 seasons greetings, but nobody paused the shoot to remind Jung Kook to fixate on Jimin’s lips as he playfully leaned in. Yeah, they were asked to share how they felt when they heard the news about the Grammy nomination, but do you really think a PR person pulled Jimin to the side beforehand and said “psst, do that thing where you pretend you were with Jung Kook at 3 in the morning, awake for no apparent reason, the fans love that shit.” Nobody told them to take an intimate selfie in a car together and look absolutely pissed off (Jimin) scandalized (JK) and caught off guard (both) when the camera caught them. Emily in Paris isn’t over there spinning outrageous ideas in a board room and telling JK and Jimin to pause reaally awkwardly when they notice the camera in JK’s hotel room, almost like they weren’t expecting it to be there when they entered together — the ONLY members to do so.

Have I made my point? These two are a treasure trove of suspicious moments that add up, and add up, and just keep swirling together until we all kind of collectively go — huh, that doesn’t seem strictly platonic, my dudes 🧐

Idk. It seems like this fandom is very fickle, and constantly erases any and all nuance and realism for these dramatic, black or white, this or that stances that don’t really make sense in the real world. Maybe Jimin and Jung Kook have never had a romantic relationship (and if they haven’t, in my opinion, no one has, because no one else in the group has anything close to their particular cocktail of intimacy, chemistry, and suspicious moments/stories). But even if they haven’t, does that reduce their every interaction to contrived content thought up by men in suits in a conference room? Nah baby. That’s 90% them, their marketing team is just the lucky bastards that get to reap the rewards of an electric duo. Or unlucky, probably, if you ask the poor peons in charge of editing hours of content 🙃

If you made it this far, you’re a trooper. 💜 Would love to hear any other thoughts!

#jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook

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moonknightly · 2 years

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what a shame : one

marc spector x reader, eventual steven grant x reader

an au in which marc is a creative writing professor who doesn’t think love exists outside of words on a page *:･ﾟ✧:*

word count: 2.2k

warnings: rough sex, choking/breath play, blood kink, other mentions of blood, age gap, p in v sex, uhhhh i probably said a bad word somewhere idk

author’s note: i was originally working on this series for poe, but...surprise? lmfao

[ s e r i e s m a s t e r l i s t ]

It’s not the kind of meeting you’re going to tell your kids about. No, not at all.

It’s a quick glance across a crowded bar, eyes immediately locking with the other’s and it’s anything but love at first sight. It’s quick, it’s dirty, and it’s dark — he has the kind of eyes you could imagine yourself getting lost in, not because you’re head over heels for the man but because you can already feel how they’ll burn as you stare into them from underneath him, his hips moving against yours and his tongue licking sweat from your collarbone.

No, it’s definitely not love at first sight.

It’s a distraction. Entangling yourself with him seems like an open invitation for distraction and you’d be lying to yourself if you said it wasn’t one that you needed, one that you craved.

And apparently he’s in need of a distraction as well, because it doesn’t take him very long at all to wag his finger at you, beckoning you closer. You know he’s looking directly at you, asking for you and not one of the girls to your left or even behind you but you still tilt your head, anxiety rooting you to your spot as you question him — you just need to be sure. Absolutely, completely one hundred percent sure.

He nods at the confusion clear on your face, curling his finger a second time as his smirk deepens, making your insides twist and turn.

He’s sure, so you guess that means you’re sure.

Professor Spector gets to call the shots here, because he’s the one with everything on the line — his job, his life, his future, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Even if he doesn’t know that come Monday, you’ll be sitting amongst the rest of his class in an overcrowded lecture hall. Even when you know that that’s exactly where you’ll be.

And you think that maybe you should tell him. Maybe he should know that he’s looking at a future student in a way that is so sinful, you can feel the heat of his gaze working deep in the pit of your stomach and twisting up into your veins.

You should tell him. He deserves to know exactly what he’s getting into as he buys you a drink and sets his hand on your thigh, but you won’t tell him. You can’t.

You need this distraction, you need it more than you need to take his class, more than you need any chance at a future professional relationship with him. You need it. The mess you’re about to make can wait for Monday. Tonight, you’re just a guy and a girl in a bar and you think that's alright.

“What’s your name?” he asks, his lips by your ear so you can hear him over the sound of the music and chatter blaring throughout the bar.

You tell him, and you wonder if he even listens. You’re not sure he does, but it doesn’t matter. Not really.

He smiles politely nonetheless, his eyes still holding yours, trapping you there like you wouldn’t stay on your own accord.

“Marc.”

You almost slip up and tell him you know, but you only smile in return, reaching for your drink as soon as it’s placed in front of you. A margarita. Your drink of choice. It takes you by surprise, but before you can ask, Marc answers.

“I could see you drinking one before. Just figured you’d want another.”

Right. You can see your glass on the counter, still half full with the drink you’d abandoned for him.

“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling the heat in your stomach move to your cheeks. You reach forward and take a sip, hoping the additional alcohol will help calm your nerves. They’re so evident, even Marc can sense them — it doesn’t take much effort on his part at all but neither of you seem to notice how easy it is, or if you do, you don’t think about it. You just write it off to you being painfully obvious.

“You don’t do this very often, do you?”

You set your glass back on the counter, clearing your throat to give yourself another second to try and settle the nerves compiling in your fingertips.

“Do what exactly?”

Marc tilts his head, his smirk twitching into a small smile. He shrugs first, then speaks again.

“Let a stranger buy you a drink.”

Is that all the night would bring?

“That obvious?”

He shakes his head, and for the first time since your eyes met, he looks away and chuckles to himself. “Not really. You just seem a little out of your element is all.”

His words don’t really bother you, you know you’re completely out of your element. He’s right, you didn’t do this very often at all but you just shrug.

“I don’t really do bars.”

He tilts his head again, showing you that it’s a common mannerism for him. “So what are you doin’ out at one then, huh?”

“Some person way smarter than I am once said stepping out of your comfort zone can be a good thing.”

Marc smiles again, nodding slowly as he considers your words and lets them sink in, scrunching his nose. “I personally think it’s always a good thing.”

The conversation flows easily as you listen to him explain his view point, and you can’t help but think that if he talks about writing the same way he’s talking about testing his boundaries, his class will be your favorite. He’s passionate, enthusiastic, not just in his words but in the way he kisses too — that’s your first thought after he gets you back to his place and pins you against the door.

His lips are chapped, rough like his hands but you don’t care. You don’t care at all.

Because you’re sure nothing has ever felt so good as those rough, calloused hands gripping your hips so hard that you know you’ll find bruises in the morning.

“Is this okay?” he mumbles against you. It’s a little redundant, considering he’d kissed you before he asked and that you aren’t even attempting to hide the desperation behind your lips, but you still appreciate it nonetheless.

“More than.”

He takes your words as a hint to push forward, and the next thing you know you're sitting on top of his kitchen island with his firm body between your thighs. His lips stay locked with yours for so long you can’t help but gasp for air when he finally pulls away to trail them down your neck. The stubble along his jaw makes you shiver, and you start wondering what it’ll feel like between your legs, if it’ll tickle or if it’ll burn.

You hope the latter. He’s already showing you that there’s pleasure in the pain he’s causing. It’s subtle, he doesn’t want to push too far too soon, but he bites and he nips and he smacks your cheek when he asks you a question that you don’t hear the first time.

“I said, tell me what you want sweetheart.”

The slap doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t even sting really. It’s just enough to get you wanting more.

“You.”

He chuckles at your response, he can’t help it. It’s so cute and innocent, so broad.

“What do you want from me, hm? My lips, my fingers...something else?”

You whimper at the suggestion, unable to do anything but nod your head. Marc doesn’t like that.

“Use your words babe or you’re not gonna get shit.”

“Something else,” you answer immediately, the prospect of getting nothing too much. “I...fuck, I want your cock.”

He chuckles again, but it’s darker this time, and so are his eyes. “We’ve got time to work up to that sweetheart. We’ve got all night if you want.”

You perk up at his words, it’s obvious in the gleam in your eyes and how you sit up just a little bit straighter.

“Just tonight though. Understand?”

And that makes you falter, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed. He pulls back, giving you the space to dip if that’s what you want to do.

“I don’t do repeats. Makes shit complicated and I’d just rather not deal with any of it,” he shrugs, and you can’t quite place the emotion on his face. It’s not exactly nonchalance, but it also doesn’t seem like he one hundred percent doesn’t care. It’s odd.

“I’m clean though, m’promise,” he says after you hesitate, holding his hands up.

You consider it for a moment — after he learns who you are, he’d never want to go for round two anyways. “Fine by me.”

“Good,” he says simply, pulling you back to his lips in a kiss that’s even harder than the first.

It doesn’t occur to you that you’re really about to do this until a half hour later, when your naked back finally meets cool marble, sending a shiver down your spine almost as violent as the one his fingertips sent across your skin.

He’s made you come twice already, once on his fingers and once on his tongue, and as he takes his cock out from his jeans you wonder how many more he’ll give you before he lets you go for the night. The fire in his eyes suggests that he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Marc pulls your hips to the edge of the counter, keeping his eyes locked on yours while he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, nudging at your clit a few times just to tease you. You’re still so sensitive from your last orgasm, you can’t help but try to back away and he only holds you tighter.

“Stay still for me, come on. Be a good girl.”

You want to oblige him, you want to be a good girl and listen but when he presses against your entrance, you can’t help but squirm — he’s so big, the stretch is so delicious but you’re not entirely sure he’ll fit.

His eyes flutter down to your pussy, spread and glistening for him, and you think that maybe he has the same thought but then he’s pushing into you with such reckless abandon, you’re positive that he wasn’t worried. He was just getting off on the thought of breaking your cunt, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as turned on by the idea.

The moan that escapes you when he bottoms out is the most desperate sound you’ve ever heard, somehow more erotic than any porn. The sound makes Marc’s cock twitch, and he has to hold himself still for a moment, his eyes closing and adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Finally, he relaxes, bringing his hand to your throat. He uses the leverage over you to start his pace, finding a rhythm that’s slow and hard and makes you see stars every time he hits a certain spot inside of you.

And once he finds it, when he sees your face twist up in pleasure, he’s relentless. His hips pick up speed and you’re almost dizzy from the pleasure, your nails dragging down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

“Harder,” he grunts, squeezing down on your neck just a bit. “Fuck, scratch me harder.”

If you do, you know he’ll bleed, there’s no way he won’t but the feral look in his eye tells you that that’s what he wants. You do it again and again and again, thrilled with every noise you’re able to pull from him, but nothing sounds as good as when you come together — you’d been ready for several minutes, but he’d forced you to hold it and wait for him. He wanted to feel you squeeze around him while he pumped his come into you.

The rest of the night continued similarly — he took you on his couch, on his balcony, over the counter instead of on top of it, but he never once offered to take you to his bed.

Not that you really thought about it, it didn’t mean anything. It was nothing more than a one night stand, of course it didn’t matter where he fucked you or how he fucked you.

It still didn’t matter when you made it back to your dorm for the night, after a quick “that was fun” and a thanks that made you feel more awkward than anything. It didn’t matter when you changed into your pajamas and noticed a little pool of red in your panties, or when you laid down in your bed and could still feel him in the pit of your stomach.

It didn’t matter. None of it did.

At least until Monday.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight

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travelingneuritis · 1 year

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kinnporsche ep. 4 part 2: Permeability Of Porsche

-big didn’t set porsche up to get caught skulking around kinn’s room, he just told him to make the delivery. so either he was expecting porsche to just get an eyeful and maybe a telling off, or he (correctly) guessed that porsche wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to be nosy-- which imo you can’t blame big for. but then porsche has this outsize reaction to what he just saw (only when he’s safely out of the room, of course) and scolds big for it, and big... looks like he feels kinda bad? like he’s aware he did something spiritually dickish if not technically wrong? i’m not going anywhere with this is just think big is an interesting character; on first watch i guessed he was the mole and didn’t suspect the INCREDIBLY SUS australian, but in retrospect i think i was just so fascinated by him that i assumed he had a more central role than he did. also, big is really cute and i like his hair :)

-let’s talk about porsche’s outsize reaction to seeing his boss getting head! on one level i think his stress response is purely professional; his worries about getting fired are ramping up as he comes to realize how dangerous this job is and how catastrophically bad it would be to piss these people off. on another level, however, this revelation sends him into a tailspin as he revisits every encounter he’s ever had with kinn and wonders what secret insinuations he missed just because it didn’t occur to him to look for them. he even reverse-represses the memory of getting kissed by his boss while he was blackout drunk! oof.

-which leads me to my next point, about where i think porsche’s head is at right now. it is very very tempting to take this as his first little micro-awakening-- “oh, we kissed. oh, he’s gay. I saw someone sucking his dick and it made me go all squirmy in my bathing suit area!” but i don’t think that’s what’s happening at all. For one thing, porsche may have a bit of tunnel vision, but he’s not exactly sheltered: when he confronts big after the fact, and big tries to corner him into admitting something incriminating about himself and his views on The Gays (i assume big is aware that kinn is standing in earshot), porsche’s response is basically: “are you stupid? who cares if he’s gay? i’m mad because i got caught in his room while he had company.” his concern there is mostly professional, with a side of rapidly decreasing patience for big’s hazing.

-the reason for this is, i think, related to one of the few things kinnporsche have in common: to both of them, sex is always transactional. in kinn’s case the transaction is explicit and financial-- he literally just has a list of guys he pays to come service him, the same way you’d pay a mechanic to take a look at a, idk, broken transmission. (If you tell me those guys aren’t on his payroll one way or another, i won’t believe you.) the guy he calls to help him deal with his porsche problem is aware of this, but also doesn’t seem terribly curious about it-- he’s here to help kinn fuck the wiggles out, not to be his boyfriend.

Porsche’s hookups seem to be more implicitly transactional, folded artfully into his work in the service industry. They’re probably at least a little fun for him, but the way Yok points out prospective hookups makes me think sleeping with the customers is soft-coded into his work duties. he is part of what’s being offered at Hum Bar. if he enjoys these encounters, so much the better-- but the important thing is that the customers leave happy. this is not to say that i think he’s a sex worker, exactly-- just that it’s part of a culture in which the sex he’s having is tied up with profit, so there’s no way for him to navigate pure personal desire uncoupled from a paycheck.

which isn’t exactly made less complicated by his sudden awareness that his boss might have been interested in him from the beginning. i think when he nervously asks pete if it’s normal for people who don’t like each other to kiss, he’s partly looking for pete to confirm what he now pretty much knows, which is that his boss wants to fuck him. but i also think there’s a part of him that’s asking what it means that he kissed back.

(pete’s answer is so good and so cute, too. his little kissy-fish face. the way he assuages porsche’s discomfort with sincerity safely bundled up in humor, even though he doesn’t totally get where that discomfort is coming from. in this house we respect pete.)

i’m not surprised that the next time porsche finds himself alone in a room with kinn, he doesn’t know where to look or what to do with his hands. He left Hum Bar but it turns out his paycheck may still depend upon him letting someone fuck him, whether he wants them to or not. God, and then that conversation where kinn is like “tankhun gave you back to me out of spite,” wow, we get it, porsche has no agency in this place, he doesn’t even own his own ass (figurative) or his own ass (literal). no fucking wonder he can barely make eye contact with kinn! but then, unwillingly, like he can’t believe he’s saying this, he asks kinn if kinn really wanted him back. at this point he’s figured out that he wants kinn to want him, sexually or professionally or just as company, while simultaneously feeling completely helpless in the face of kinn’s-- and kinn’s family’s-- wants. god, and then kinn just gives him the cruelest possible answer: “to me, all you people are the same.” fucccck it hurts, i love this shit

and after all that, he’s drugged, his boss first rescues and then gets him alone and forcibly strips him, and like.. porsche just kinda... makes up his mind all at once. his boss making a move on him isn’t all that different from yok pointing out a customer in the corner, so his willingness to go along with it is similarly well-trod territory-- maybe even comforting in its familiarity. this is something he can do drunk, or drugged; this is something he could do in his sleep. why not just let kinn have what he wants, when kinn saved him, when kinn is being so nice? it’s a better end to the night than the porsche of a half hour ago thought he’d be getting. porsche doesn’t know whether he wants it too, but that’s okay: right now, he doesn’t have to know. he’s just doing his job.

listen, i’m not here to moralize. this scene is hot, i like their dynamic and i respect the character choices being made here. they only know how to come together in a way that’s supported by their preexisting framework of transactional sex and desire. to porsche, this is a familiar dance. (what will not be familiar is the way he feels about it during and after. Clearly, the sex he was having with customers was not on the same level as the sex he has with kinn.)

-i do want to briefly touch on kinn’s pov in all this. we know he’s used to getting freshly-washed, perfumed, petal-scented loverboys who know all the rules and come to him all wrapped up with a bow. this is... not that. porsche is fading in and out of it, he's sweaty and unshowered and he just threw up on kinn’s jacket, and now he’s acting like a childish brat, like he doesn’t even know how serious this is. this is a really weird hookup for kinn. almost as if it’s......... not really a hookup at all.

#please guys please talk to me about this. i am screaming inside i love this episode there is SO MUCH to digest #i hate auction-house scenes i always skip them #i also hate live music scenes and skip those too #i skipped a lot this episode! still managed to not shut up for even a second about it :)#call me Porsche Pachara Kittisawasd the way i (word) vomit every episode #kinnporsche #porsche pachara kittisawasd #pete saengtham #kinnporsche episode analysis #spoilers #kinn theerapanyakul

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mickmundy · 9 months

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when i was reading your one shots and the bushmed long slow burn, i noticed some details that carry over! like the sniper's fractured clavicle and how he wants to tell medic/already told him the story behind it

idk how to phrase the question, but are there any other details/headcanons you like behind their smalls scars or little things they like? 👀

OMG... YOU NOTICED!!! I DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOULD EHEHE.... AND AAHHHH I LOVE THIS ASK SOOOO MUCH ;__; <33333 i know exactly what you mean! i Technically have a lot of my oneshots set After they've been established as a couple, so In My Mind they're the "same" medic and sniper as my thou giveth fever medic and sniper! ^v^ and yes.,., there are.., in my fics i also have sniper mention (to himself... in a monologue hehe) a scar on his left buttcheek from a knife fight he got in in his young adulthood, and the bump in the clavicle is from when he got thrown off of a horse!

most of these will be elaborated on in my main fic... i don't want to give away too much! >w< but medic loves sniper's body... he has so many questions! where did he get that scar? what about that one? what animal's jaws were that that made that strange marking? hoo! of course, a huge aspect of medic and sniper's romance is that medic has seen sniper naked a decent amount of times in their time together as teammates... professionally, of course! so sniper's physique isn't necessarily new to him, but it's becoming more known. things he hadn't ever thought about acknowledging or asking about are now all he can think about...

he knows sniper's body professionally, but he wants to know it personally... that threshold (and the idea of crossing it!) is pretty important for two very career-focused people like medic and sniper! hehe! and i think medic is quite scarred up himself! he loves exotic and dangerous animals, so i think it's definitely fair to say he'd be a bit scarred up from all kinds of animal-wrangling endeavors too!

sniper’s skin is also a lot rougher and warmer than medic’s… medic’s a lot softer (and hairier!) to the touch than sniper, and he runs a lot colder! :~) i also headcanon that sniper wears shooting glasses, which typically only has the prescription in one of the lenses for aiming! but i also think he Is nearsighted, so when medic asks for his help finding that mourning dove and he’s just wearing “regular glasses”, those have his prescription in both lenses!

i also think sniper’s ribcage is a bit bumpy and misshapen, from repeated breaks to the ribs themselves (pre-mann co), improper binding in his youth (don’t do it like he did it!), or just whatever! he’s got hard edges in all of the places medic wouldn’t expect and is soft where medic expects hardness, and he loves that! medic loves all of the little surprises sniper’s body still has in store for him, despite swearing he knew it so well because well, he was his doctor before he was his lover! HEHEE…

#asks #anonymous #HEHEHEEEE THANK YOUUUU MY FRIEND IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY YOU NOTICED THAAAT ;;;;#thou giveth fever

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animalsandskyyy · 10 months

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GRACE WHAT I JUST ACTUALLY LOOKED AT YOUR INSTA FOR THE FIRST TIME - YOURE LIKE. A PERSON WTF

wait so you are/were a chef? that's so cool

weird as hell to see people i know on the internet actually existing irl

anyways congrats??? i think?

somehow you're exactly and nothing like i expected... /positive!!

lol aaaahhh I knowwwww

it’s weird to show i’m like an actual person™ lmao but thank you!!!!

and yes I was a pastry chef!! (or at least i’m hoping to never ever do pastry professionally again lol…..even tho my old job wants me back but fuck them lmao)

I even have a baking Tumblr that I haven’t updated in forever lol- @macaron-not-macaroon

and I definitely see the “exactly and nothing like you expected” lol. and now also wouldn’t you agree that the followers of my unnamed hellsite blog would be SHOCKED to see me?!? like half of them were shocked to even learn that i’m a girl lmao so idk how they’d react to seeing a human person lmaoo

#also that Insta is only for online friends and only has like 10 followers lmao #so yeah i’m a ✨mystery✨…kinda lmao #ask #mutuals #grace is a person #lol

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lucysweatslove · 6 months

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10.29.2023 // I still don’t have a word for it.

Reality: I still don’t feel like my body is mine, and I don’t have a word for it. It isn’t quite depersonalization, as I don’t feel outside of my body. And it’s not gender specific so it’s not gender dysphoria either. It’s not body dysmorphia, because I know exactly what my body looks like, and that’s part of the problem- I understand how I look, it just doesn’t “feel” like me. But the second part of the problem is that I don’t think there is any way I can create congruency.

I get this feeling every so often. Usually it’s pretty fleeting, maybe a few hours of intense and distressing disconnect, then I sleep, and I just kind of move on. This time it’s just a little different- I don’t feel significantly distressed like usual, but I can’t move on from it. Every time I see my face or body, I KNOW it’s me and can feel physical sensations and emotions from my body. But

Maybe this is just the reality of getting older since I’m almost 30, though I also think a lot of it has to do with recovering on my own through this time as well. Like, maybe I disconnected from my own body a little to make recovery easier/less emotionally taxing because I didn’t have help navigating the emotional toll of a body that went from sick but socially acceptable to healthy but socially unacceptable. When I eventually got to a position where I could appreciate health in an “unacceptable” body, my health deteriorated and my body became even more “unacceptable.”

And now I’m in an aging body that is both socially unacceptable in appearance AND physically falling apart, I’m once again not sure how to accept it. I think part of this too is grief. Just thinking about the last 4 years of my life, when my health started falling apart to now- I’ve done a lot but haven’t really accomplished anything.

Nobody tells you how fast 4 years go by when you’re mid-20s. You wake up one day thinking you have time to figure your life out. You do some hard work to be okay with the fact that your life isn’t working out the way you planned, that it’s okay to be set back a little, and you’re dedicated to doing what is needed to get where you want to be… but then you blink, you’re almost 30. You may have successfully done a lot, which deserves celebration, but you aren’t caught up because time moved the same for you as it did the fresh faced 20 year old.

I AM proud of myself for navigating life the last several years. Recovery was hard on its own, but I also got a master’s degree, got married, adopted a pug, supported my husband through TWO hip replacement surgeries, applied to medical school, got into medical school, and have already navigated a couple blocks. It just took me a lot longer to navigate all of these things than I thought it would.

I think I’ve always felt like I’ve been playing catch up in some way. Sometimes I wonder if this is a common autistic or “twice exceptional” experience or if it’s just… something a good proportion of the world experiences… or maybe it’s just something those who have experienced severe mental illness experience idk.

I don’t really know what is going to help me feel reconnected. My instinct of course is what I always do- major diet and restrict, try to drop as much weight as rapidly as possible. Sometimes I think, if I were back to X size, I’d like the way clothes fit again, but I know that another huge part is that I do NOT feel like me at all in the kinds of clothing I’m expected to dress in- though I also know that the clothes I like are more “socially acceptable” on smaller bodies. Seriously, I see the clothes my peers wear and look amazing and professional in, but I know if I were to try the same outfit it just wouldn’t look right on my body. Every time I try to wear clothes that feel like me, I feel like I look wrong in them, even if the clothes fit.

Normal people can probably just go on a diet for a little bit, lose some weight, bounce back into their bodies (thought efficacy of keeping that weight off may be variable). I, however, have to worry about going back to my own personal hell every time I so much as consider how many grams are in my breakfast banana.

So anyway, no actual resolution. I’m stuck in this meat sack wired to interact with the world via electrolytes (sodium, calcium, potassium, chloride) and neurotransmitters. Attempting to change it could be Very Bad for me. Attempting to be “health minded” could also just be thinly veiled attempts to change the meat sack, which again, could be Very Bad. Soooo idk.

I guess next week’s therapy session will be interesting and worth the $25 copay.

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While i do agree with u i have some weird feelings about us analyzing real ppl lol idk idk

Is this about Noah being the Tom Holland of ST??

I think if this was about Noah’s identity or something substantial related to him personally, and not just a basic thing that happens in promoting content as an actor, that would be one thing. But this is literally just speculation about a cast-member in relation to what they are/aren’t revealing about the show publicly.

If fans were coming across private footage of Noah, with like friends without his consent, or if fans were like hacking his shit without his consent trying to come up with evidence based on that, yes that would feel invasive. But I don’t see how just talking about how his behavior in terms of publicly promoting the show, out in the open, in relation to other actors doing similar things to promote their projects, is weird?

But to be entirely fair, I know some fans completely separate their experience in the fandom from the actors, where some don’t even follow the cast or pay any sort of attention to their actions in relation to promotion, bc they just feel uncomfy about having any sort of association with them outside of the show? Which is valid to a major extent, especially just knowing how private a lot of actors are and would prefer that their everyday life not be intermixed with their work in a way they aren’t at all wanting fans to do.

I would say that when it comes to Noah specifically and what he posts in regards to the show, that’s just literal public knowledge he is offering up on his own, to the point where he is literally talking to fans directly by acknowledging them, and doing it repeatedly.

I personally would stick to instances of him clearly out in the public eye interacting with fans, knowing he’s doing so and comfortable with it, before I would feel the need to make a point about what it could/couldn’t mean, based on him being an actor with a job which usually requires some instances of keeping your mouth shut, or saying something with the guise that oops I’m not supposed to because it makes people feel like they’re in on a big joke, even though it’s actually quite the opposite.

I’m not gonna sit on here and go into all of Noah’s micro expressions he has or every detail of what he’s doing and what he means at any given point, especially if it literally has nothing to do with the show.

But if dude is on TikTok live spoiling stuff, only to end it with im gonna get in trouble, followed by just repeating over and over again, I’m just gonna respectfully assume that he is a professional and knows what he’s doing, and he wouldn’t put the show and it’s success in jeopardy. If anything I’m giving Noah the benefit of the doubt here to be doing something that is fairly common, bc the alternative would be that he’s careless and doesn’t think the rules apply to him which… I just don’t think is the case here.

If you’re someone who feels uncomfortable making any sort of post about the cast in relation to how they promote the show bc it feels weird to analyze a real persons actions, fair enough!

My main point in bringing it up was to remind ppl that Noah, just like all of the cast, are actors. I think people take EVERYTHING they say about the show as gospel, which is exactly what they want, so I fully respect wanting to just go with that so we don’t make their job harder for them? After all going along with the joke that he spoils things, just like fans did with Tom, is only actually funny to those who willfully believe everything he does is by accident when he goes online and talks about the show. It wouldn’t exactly be good for everyone to know he’s faking bc then it sort of defeats the purpose.

So yes we should try to keep this our little secret and not put him on blast over it.

In the future, we’ll just have to wait and see what he or the others are willing to reveal publicly about what they did/didn’t know while promoting the show over the years, if they’re even willing to share that knowledge. If and until then, all we can do is wait and see.

#stranger things #byler #shhh #I don’t want noah to get in trouble #bc there’s a lot of implications that come with him constantly mentioning byler #and if ppl knew that it was entirely intentional on his part and not a total accident #there would be ppl having hissy fits #and this sort of thing is meant to be a secret #so I guess I don’t personally see a reason to talk about it too much #if anyone asks me about it Noah is 100% telling truth about what he does and doesn’t know and there’s nothing else to it!!!!

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tutuandscoot · 1 year

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Interesting to see you go all the way back to the Sochi Olympic season for their best performances. I could guess your answers, but can you explain why? And why it’s not certain other performances like 2010 or 2018 Olys?

Idk if I could exactly tell you why either..

I guess on one hand I want to give credit to not just their comeback/ final performances. OBVIOUSLY their final performances are.. like the one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen.. but also they worked incredibly hard and peaked for those performances and they deserved to have skates that were that good.

But what I like to highlight when I talk about them is their professionalism throughout their career. They didn’t love those 2013/2014 programs (they admit the SD they came to like a lot but never the FD in the way they needed to) but none the less you were never able to tell watching them those weren’t pieces that lit their hearts on fire (esp at the olys). If you didn’t know then you wouldn’t suspect it- Because they are just born performers. Tessa is a born dancer and Scott is blessed with a love of acting, ability to create characters and with a dedication and love for his partner- the way he partners her putting him up there with the best leading men of stage and screen. Then together as a team they created magic. A side note on this as well is they never blamed the style on a poor performance like others have. They never said, ‘oh this isn’t our style so it wasn’t that good’, they embraced every challenge and were amazing at everything they did.

They are so versatile not only in dance style but in their ability to dance anything like it’s the last time they are going to dance. For T I go back to those performances because she shone so bright like the star she is. I love her in that leading lady role.. being shown off by her partner bc she is so amazing she makes his job so easy - her face, her twinkling eyes, her expression, musicality, precision, her port de bras, her presence reaching out the arena and across that massive damn country, her joy of dancing, competing, doing what she loves with her best friend. No amount of heartbreaking BS they had been put through that season was enough to disturb her star quality and professionalism, and learning later on she was very close to broken emotionally following the 12/13 season, every time she stepped on the ice shining as bright as she did is a testament to her will power and professionalism. I can take those performances as they are ignoring everything else I know and I still think they are incredible. It’s not a case of ‘they did the best with what they were given’, it’s ‘they are so incredible and mesmerising they make what they are given the best thing you have ever seen’. I can also view it knowing everything and think how incredible it is that they performed the way they did despite everything being against them and being almost completely on their own, and how they made those two skates performances they will be proud of forever.

No doubt in their comeback programs you can feel a deeper intimacy that didn’t seem possible for them to have because it was already a love that seems too pure to actually exist, and I’m so proud they got to that place and there are performances that mean more to me and I think more to them on a level deeper than a great competitive skate- more to them as humans and people who went through hell and back together. Then going back to all three of their YVR 2010 skates.. I mean really I probably should’ve said those performances because like with 2013/14 you never would’ve guessed they nearly didn’t make it.. both athletically and personally.. but I went with 2013/14 I think because their growth and maturity from 2010-14, they were just bbys in 2010, not able to fathom their own brilliance, still strength to gain and life experience lived to enhance their artistry. In 2014 they were brilliant and they had to find the courage to believe they were brilliant despite those closest (cough Marina) not believing in them.. then when they came back.. they had people who truly loved and believed in them facilitating, backing them up with confidence.. but the approach they took into the comeback.. I just view a lot of that phase on a different level.. I’ll talk about that more another time.

The ones I picked are the ones I didn’t have to think about too much… just programs/performances I can watch and think, yeh that was incredible. The professionalism, the artistry, maturity.. they weren’t simply figure skaters, they were artists.. so much more then their sport asked of them.

Also I’m gonna say Umbrellas at 2008 worlds for T because.. omg like I actually believe she thought she was in an old movie the way she was so lost in it- confirmed by her reaction afterwards- the first laugh/cry.. she was just so happy..

#ask #best performances/programs follow up

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hello ! I saw you opened up for ships so I figured I’d do one :)

I’m 5’7, with short curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I wear glasses, so I love being completely unable to see without them (/s)

I’m currently studying English with hopes to get an associates degree in Journalism before transferring into a general English program so that I can eventually become a book editor. With that in mind I enjoy most if not all forms of creative expression, but writing is the main focus essentially. That being said I am also self-taught in art and music, and used to play soccer as well.

Personality wise the MBTI changes all the time so literally all I can put is “XNXP” truthfully — but beyond that I tend to be a pretty blunt and straightforward person. I’m pretty sarcastic and teasing especially with my friends. I’m very openminded and will try anything at least once. I know that the people in my life tend to see me as someone they can go to for advice / solutions because I don’t like to sugarcoat and they expect that sort of honesty from me.

My love languages are … acts of service and physical touch especially. I don’t come across as huggy in real life but I am, in fact, very huggy and like to be useful so there’s that. I always felt that Actions speak louder than words when it comes to expressing appreciation, at least from my standing.

Hope all is well and that you’re having a great day! xx

Hey! Thank you for your request!! I’m doing great, hope you are too <3 I feel like I knew straight away who I ship you with, idk why just felt like your energies matched perfectly!

I ship you with - Ron Speirs!

Okay so like I said before I just feel like your energies match perfectly. First of all going off your personality type, I can’t work out Ron Speirs at all (just a personal opinion) I feel like he is 10000% a mixture as well, (I also relate to this hehe)

so when Ron first meets you and grows closer to you, he kind of watches you from afar, he confuses your sarcastic teasing nature as something to be scared of? Don’t ask me why big scary Ron Speirs would be intimidated by you, I think this is the first sign to him that he feels a little more strongly for you than he anticipated.

Of course, Ron would be attracted to your looks before anything. I feel like he would no doubt push that to one side as he wouldn’t want to be disrespectful and he wants to stay professional. Plus somebody who accepts themselves as ‘already dead’ can’t find themselves fancying another person?? Right??? He’d often just find himself, like I said earlier, watching you from afar.

I feel like you’d spot it a couple of times, but Ron would snap his attention away instantly and act occupied elsewhere. Like I said earlier, I feel like he’s intimidated and can actually be fairly shy????

when you do grow closer, Ron can’t exactly work you out, but this fascinates him. You have so many layers that he finds himself curious to peel them back more and more. I feel like he deffo would start to get closer to you towards the end of the war, you know in ep 9&10 especially he becomes a lot more open???? Well he’d be like that with you as well.

I think it would be a very slow starting relationship that builds over time, but the connection there is almost instant when you two actually realise how similar you are. Ron appreciates massively your honesty, that’s something that makes him respect you so so so much. He values you so much and I feel like many of his thoughts/ opinions would also be formed on what you think??? You would be like the Angel on his shoulder, rationalising his thoughts.

Malarkey steals a jeep to go joy riding? You laugh it off? Ron laughs it off. Talbert accidentally knocked his possessions to send home off a counter? Again, Ron approaches you first with the topic. I suppose it could be kinda confusing at first??

here’s this intimidating, mythical like man that’s a legend in Easy company and now he’s turning to you for advice? He truly trusts you on a deeper level and feels like he can connect with you more than anybody else.

of course this is when he finally does understand when you’re being sarcastic with him.

You know that scene where he tries to take some of the cutlery that Harry is stealing for Kitty, when he slaps Speirs away and he looks so confused? Well I feel like at first that’s how Ron reacts to your teasing, deep down he’s a big softie and his feelings become so strong for you that he’s worried you don’t feel the same way back:((((

Maybe you being so honest and not sugarcoating stuff would announce your feelings to him first? I feel like he’d be somewhat shocked, so much so that he’d be lost for words and just literally pull you in for a kiss. Oh my god, he’d be so passionate yet so gentle and he’d kiss you so deeply sodieoodieieirjekkwek

As for love languages, Ron wouldn’t be so good at physical touch immediately, he didn’t want to cross any boundaries, or show too much PDA in front of the men. He had a reputation to uphold, but behind closed doors oh my god he would literally latch onto you.

if either of you have had a bad day I feel like he’d just be the best cuddler ever and hide his face into your chest/ neck.

eventually, he’d feel comfortable in front of certain men like Lipton and Winters and maybe place a hand on your upper back to lead you away, but I think he would prefer it to be behind closed doors.

I suppose the first time you hug him may be before you two fully have announced your feelings together. If Ron doesn’t see you so much as a huggy person, again, I think he’d be shocked when you wrap your arms around him and embrace him in a well needed hug.

it almost makes him emotional, in fact it almost drives him to tears. Here’s this beautiful woman in his arms, providing him with more comfort than he’d had in years. Ron’s barrier definitely dropped after this, and he practically melts into the hug. You’d be so so good for him, because who doesn’t need a hug? I think Ron puts a lot of pressure on himself too, so just providing him with this comfort would mean so so much to him. The fact that you’re so honest with him is a huge aspect he values. You’re truly amazing for him and vice versa.

as for your hobbies, I think again, it’s something Ron grows to learn about you the closer you are. Maybe you’re focused one day, writing or creating an art piece, and he just kinda sneaks up on you. He doesn’t mean to scare you, but he’s so mesmerised by your tranquility and interest in this. It calms him? In a way? I think he’d be such a good muse for music, and he’d always always show an interest in what you’re doing.

in a way I think Ron can be goofy???? Like he definitely has a side to him you see more outside of the war, maybe he’ll steal your glasses??? I feel like he’d it the funniest thing ever? And maybe with soccer too you’d randomly stumble upon a ball (idk where this would happen but let’s go with it)

anyway you’d mention that you used to play soccer and he’d be so impressed. You know in cartoons where their jaws drop and they get those big heart eyes? Yeah well that would be Ron, he’d probably even start kicking around the ball with you too. He can’t find out enough stuff about you, he truly finds you fascinating and that’s why he’s so attracted to you.

also the fact you’re so open minded would have Ron changed in a different man. During the war he was very, very, VERY focused on war and war only. (Which is 100% understandable) but afterwards I feel like he’d see how excitable it was to try new things, and maybe say fuck it every once in a while?

Obviously I suggested you mentioned your feelings first, but in another scenario maybe he’s the one to say ‘fuck it’ and just give it a go? After all, he is following your advice of trying everything at least once!!!!

he feels like THE luckiest man alive when it all pays off. He literally can. Not. Stop. Smiling.

all the men are so confused? Perconte is concerned, seriously what’s happened to Sparky??

Regarding how protective I think Ron would be in a relationship, I think he’d definitely allow you to fight your own battles. He’d be very confident in your abilities to tell somebody how it is, he’d legit be your number 1 supporter.

but no, no, no if anybody ever dares to make you cry then the infamous glare and scowl would take over. He’d be marching right into the scene and act like the coldest Motherfucker there is. He wouldn’t give a fuck, nobody messes with his person.

its because of you Ron opens his mind to the idea of all that stuff like marriage, travelling and kids? Stuff he would’ve never envisioned himself doing months prior.

seriously you two are great for each other, once it’s serious, Ron knows he has to stay professional, but deep down he wants every single person (especially men in easy) to know you’re his and he’s yours.

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I platonically ship you with … George Luz!

See everybody thinks you and George are into each other initially. Even George questions it himself? I feel like Ron wouldn’t even realise this?

but truthfully you really do just get along super well, you have a mutual humour of teasing one another and being sarcastic, he truly picks you up on bad days and you do for him.

ultimately it’s the mutual understanding of sarcasm that many other people fail to understand? The wittiness to the both of your comments can have you both in stitches and sometimes other people think you’re speaking a different language???? like what’s so funny? We’re in the middle of a war- seriously you’d crack each other up in the worst situations.

but deep down George would actually find it so fucking cool that you were interested in soccer, same with the fact you’re self taught in art and music. He’s the type to constantly ask you to draw or write something for him???

If you did he would 10000000% send them home and show them off to his friends in the company. Like wooohoooooo look how talented my best friend is.

george would truly be an amazing friend, he’d never fail to make you smile and he’s for sure in it for the long run.

at first he was scared when you told him about your relationship with Speirs. Not scared for you, but for himself!

but nah, truly this man couldn’t be happier for you, he thrives seeing you thriving!

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