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droogiesanddiscourse · 4 years

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Sonny Wortzik NSFW Alphabet

Original Message: A NSFW alphabet for Sonny, Tony Montana or Frank Slade would be awesome! Which ever you feel happy to do! ✌️❣️❣️

PART 2 BBY! THIS IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! Now bringing you Sonny from Dog Day Afternoon!! My first Al Pacino crush was this character and I STILL have the biggest crush on him. Enjoy my bbs!

Warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sonny will hold you flush to his body, cuddling with you afterwards. He usually likes to be the big spoon, using his arms to protectively wrap around your waist. He’ll press his cheek into yours as well, and just bask in the afterglow.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sonny loves his hair. It’s not technically a body part but play along with me here! It’s so fluffy and thick, and he takes good care of it. He will practically melt into you if you run your fingers through his hair. Will also love if you give it a firm tug during sex, always letting out a loud moan when you do so. Sonny definitely has the best after-sex hair you can’t tell me otherwise. On you, he loves your lips. He is constantly giving you kisses and playfully trying to get you to make out with him. But if you ask him, everything about you is perfect. He has a hard time just picking one.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Will always use protection. He wants to make sure he’s being as safe as possible, and because he always wants to come inside you. He’s never really expressed a desire to have a family at this point in his life, but it’s something he will explore with you later in life.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s watched you pleasuring yourself multiple times without you knowing. If he hears your breathy moans coming from your shared bedroom, he’ll just gently crack the door a hair to watch you. His big brown eyes blown wide with lust, he pleasures himself in time with you. It’s funny because he knows you wouldn’t mind, but he likes the danger of doing something a little taboo with his more reserved nature.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A bit of experience, with all types of people! Sonny is pansexual, and has had past lovers that were women, male, non-binary, transgender, etc.! Sonny was very explorative and sexually active during his young adult years. He’s had a bit of trouble really accepting himself for who he is, especially around his family, so he doesn’t talk about his past sexual experiences much to you (at least in the beginning of your relationship).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves any position where the two of you can make eye contact with each other. He wants to see your gorgeous face and take in all the lovely expressions you make.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sonny is a bit goofy! He’s not a super serious guy to begin with, so he’s not opposed to making some funny quips. He loves to make you laugh as well. It makes him happy that you feel so comfortable around him, and that you are comfortable enough to be intimate with him. But everything he does for you is a testament on how much he loves you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sonny has some wild, unkempt hair on the top of his head. And it’s pretty cute, suits him well. He often just, forgets to keep himself trimmed down there. But, if you have any preferences, just let him know.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate and soft, and will give you constant caresses as he thrusts into you. Also is the king of making out, and will kiss you silly while fucking you. I mean, we know he likes to get kissed a lot while being fucked ;)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it often. Sometimes he just needs a release, and he doesn’t feel the slightest guilt in indulging in these simple pleasures. There is nothing dirty or gross about sex to him, no matter what form it takes. He’s not opposed to you helping him out though or watching.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a little bit of a bondage kink(?), but in a more chill way. He likes to tie you up with silky scarves, or places a blindfold around your eyes. Sonny likes to be able to deprive your senses a bit, allowing even just the gentlest graze from his fingers to drive you mad. I personally headcannon Sonny as a switch too. Sometimes he likes to be in control, and other times he prefers you to take over.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. He would rather share these intimate moments between the two of you, in a secluded space. Sometimes if he is feeling a little adventurous, he’ll hop into the shower with you and fuck you against the wall.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Usually will get really turned on, like previously mentioned, when you idly play with his hair. Especially if you give him a few firm tugs to his black locks. He’ll know you’re just begging for it at that point, and know you want it just as badly as he does.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Please don’t ever ask Sonny to hit or spank you, he won’t do it. He is such a respectful guy, and won’t ever do anything that he sees as demeaning or hurtful to you. Even if you beg, he will flat out refuse. He’s a little bit vanilla but vanilla is a GOOD flavor and there is NOTHING wrong with that!!!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Is pretty skilled at giving oral, he’s got a tongue that just won’t quit. He loves being able to watch you come undone just by his mouth, and will always stare up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. He loves to make eye contact with you especially during these moments. Loves receiving as much as he does giving too. He’s extremely vocal, and can barely contain his moans when you go down on him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Making love with Sonny is much more soft and sensual. He can sometimes get a bit awkward and stabby with his thrusts because of how excitable he gets in the moment, but he loves the feeling of your bodies close together.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Would rather take his sweet time with you. You and Sonny live a pretty laid back life, so “rushing” isn’t in your daily vocabulary anyways. He’d rather have a full day of mutually pining for each other until you have the proper time to make love to each other.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No, not really. That was more for when he was younger.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He gets easily overstimulated, and often climaxes after a short amount of time. Sometimes he gets embarrassed about it, or doesn’t feel man enough for you. So you might have to do some coaxing to reaffirm how much you love him when that happens.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

In the past, Sonny used to experiment with different toys to discover what he liked / disliked. He’s a little confused on how they work, and has a little bit of a hard time deriving any pleasure from them. He’s got you by his side, so he’s completely satisfied and happy without the need for toys!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease too much, but boy do you. You love to make him get flushed and embarrassed, he gets flustered and frustrated so easily. I mean look at your man, he deserves to be teased.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He lets out breathy, high pitched moans as he climaxes, further coaxing you into yours as well. He's pretty vocal and doesn’t try to hide that.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sonny’s love language doesn’t always is delegated to just sexual activities. He has a lot of ways in which he shows affection towards you, mainly through kisses, hugs, cuddles, playing with your hair, and caresses. Even just holding your hand in public can put him at ease. He doesn’t need sex to have a happy relationship with you, the sex is just icing on the cake!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nothing too large or special. He’s about average length, but that’s good for you! Again if he gets self-conscious, you’re always there to assure how much you love him (and his dick...)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s a bit of a toss up. Sometimes he can go for an extended period of time, but other times he’ll want sex multiple times a day when he’s feeling especially needy for you or touch starved.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sonny usually gets pretty tired out after sex, and usually is a sweaty, panting mess. He’ll always ask if you enjoyed yourself, how you are feeling. He knows how much pleasure you give him, and wants to make sure he can give you the same experience. But shortly after, he’ll be holding you close to his body, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

#sonny wortzik x reader #sonny wortzik imagine #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #dog day afternoon imagine #i love this so muuuuch

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droogiesanddiscourse · 4 years

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HCs: Soft Moments with Sonny Wortzik

Original message: More fluffy hcs for Sonny Wortzik please🥺🥺🥺

ABSOLUTELY IM ALWAYS HERE FOR THIS!!! HEHEHEH I think this is what we all need right now after the last angsty fic I wrote for Sonny. There are some slight references to that fic, so read it here if you wanna be in the know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Also, big shoutout to @woman-with-no-name , who helped inspired some of these <3 mwah.

Warnings: None! This is very fluffy!

• Sonny is a soft boy, he’s a very loving partner. He can be a bit needy at some times, but he's incredibly touch starved. He just wants love, he needs love.

• The two of you might not have much, but you make do with that you have.

• So it’s assumed in the movie that Sonny doesn’t have a job, and that he’s not actively seeking out one anytime soon. Whether you like it or not, that makes you the primary breadwinner of the house.

• He's got a lot of time to himself during the day. Sonny is very domestic, and is very good at keeping a meticulous home. He secretly loves to clean, so your house is always spotless.

• He spends a lot of his days reading at first, he likes to absorb as much information as he can. He hopes that he can pick up some useful skills or knowledge from it, because oftentimes he feels like a freeloader around the apartment. No matter how often you tell him that he’s not, he just still has such deep rooted

• He kinda sucks at cooking, but he would love to learn. If you’re a good cook, please teach this man. He literally will pour a bowl of cereal and somehow it will set on fire, that’s how bad he is.

• Sonny is also very anxious about his sexuality (personally I think he’s pan, but he could be bi idk), but he feels so comfortable sharing all his anxieties and fears with you.

• You hang his pride flag in your apartment too, showing that you accept Sonny for who he is, always :) If he’d let you, because he’s still super apprehensive about coming out, you’d take him to the NYC pride march yearly.

• He's handsy!! But like not in a gross way, he just constantly wants to be near you. Either holding your hand, hugging you against his chest, or peppering your cheeks with kisses. He’s kinda like a little puppy sometimes, following you around wherever you go.

• PLEASE PLAY WITH THIS MAN’S HAIR !!! Touch is one of his love languages, and he loves when your idly run your fingers through his hair. It immediately calms him down, he can’t pinpoint why, but it’s just so soothing.

• There’s been times where you’ll take your own hair ties and give him little pigtails too, because his hair is long enough for it. You might be able to give him a little braid too. He keeps them in every time.

• He doesn’t know not to sleep with his hair wet while short, so he always wakes up with some impressive bedhead. He’s so cute....

• If you decide to start a family together, Sonny will be through the roof excited. Sonny LOVES children. He’ll especially be ecstatic if you end up having a girl.

• Sonny is an amazing stay-at-home Dad, always. making sure the kids are safe while you’re at work.

• He’ll dress up and have tea parties with your daughter, and even wear a little tiara on his head to make her happy. He’s super good at playing pretend.

• After spending so much time reading, he also is a really good storyteller. Your children are always tucked in by Sonny’s imaginative tales, usually including you, him, and them as the main characters.

• I’m not crying.....

• They also are the most chaotic when they are together though lol. He’s the fun Dad. When you go to the park, he’ll be swinging on the swingset alongside of them, challenging them to go higher and higher. You’re the more rational one between the two of you hehe. You always gotta reign Sonny and your children in.

• There will be times you come home, only to see Sonny and your children covered from head to toe in baking power, the kitchen in complete disarray.

• Sonny is the first to speak, “Hi baby, welcome home! We...uh...tried to bake some cookies this afternoon.”

• “I can see that.” He’d come over and playfully boop your nose with some of the flour on his finger, which let to a full out battle in the kitchen. Good thing Sonny likes to clean :)

• Your children absolutely adore you and Sonny, and Sonny learns to love himself a little bit more through their eyes. He doesn't want them growing up in an environment where they are afraid to be themselves. So he sets a good example. The two of you have a very progressive household :’) so proud.

• You never get into fights, his naivety is just too much. He never means any harm. Sometimes it can be a bit exasperating to be with Sonny, but you understand the man comes with a lot of baggage. You do your best to help him work through everything.

• Sonny and you just go perfectly together, and nothing can separate you.

#sonny wortzik x reader #sonny wortzik imagine #queer coded sonny #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #dog day afternoon imagine

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droogiesanddiscourse · 4 years

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“It’s Just That I’ve Been Losing So Long”

(Pairing: Sonny Wortzik x Reader)

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Hours into the hostage crisis, Sonny gets a very important phone call from you and one of your daughters.

Warnings: This is incredibly angsty. This hurt to write, but nevertheless I hope you enjoy :’) Title is from “These Days” by Nico, which I highly recommend you listen to while reading this because the vibes go really well and I think it will enhance the experience :)

“Sonny,” Mulvaney said, lifting the phone off of his ear. “It’s for you. I think you’ll want to answer this one.”

From across the room, Sonny sits in a swivel chair meant for one of the employees of the bank. Disheveled and exhausted, the professional suit he wore earlier was strewn across the floor. Now, the only item remaining was his white undershirt, which clung tightly to his body. He was completely drenched in sweat.

“Well, who is it?” The sweat now pouring off his face, he’s become increasingly exacerbated as the clock ticked on the past few hours. “I’m not talking to fuckin’ anyone, ok? I’m tired of the media, the police, the FBI, I’M DONE!”

“Sonny, I-”

“SHUT UP, DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?” Sonny immediately barks back without hesitation. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU GOT THE FUCKING POPE ON THE LINE, I’M NOT TALKING TO ANYONE ANYMORE! YOU GOT THAT?”

Mulvaney’s voice raises to match with Sonny's intensity, “IT’S YOUR WIFE.”

His demeanor changes in an instant, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. The expression on his face immediately dropping into a look of quiet panic. His eyes scan the room, looking for any type of support from those surrounding him. Locking eyes finally with Sal, his partner gives him a nod, indicating the phone across the room. “Sonny, you gotta talk to her.”

The bank was completely silent, except for the quiet murmurings of Miriam, who muttered to the other girls “He’s got a wife?” which was immediately shushed down by Sylvia.

Sonny licks his lips, a subconscious trait that he exhibits when he's especially anxious. Without saying another word, or even acknowledging the words Mulvaney spoke before, he just slowly walks his way over. He silently hands the phone over to Sonny.

His heartbeat was thumping loudly in his ears. At this rate, with the combination of the sweltering heat, no air conditioning, and his growing anxiety, he felt for sure he was about to pass out. Slowly, Sonny lifts the phone to his ear, waiting in silence for a few moments before muttering a simple “Hello?” into it.

A simple reply came for a simple question. “Sonny?”

Yep. It definitely was you.

He almost slammed down the phone back onto the receiver right then and there, the gravity of his dire situation finally sinking in. Sonny fucked up so bad. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, he didn’t want it to go this far. It would have been an easy in and out operation if everything went according to plan. And now he’s got every cop and FBI agent within the entire Tri-State area coming after him.

But despite the voices screaming in his head, he holds on to the phone, pressing it closer to his cheek.

“Sonny, are you there?” your voice rings out again.

“Yeah, I’m here (Y/N).”

For another moment, silence is shared between you. Neither of you know what to say. What were you supposed to say in a situation like this? The tension was thick.

You finally break the silence, with a casual “How are you?” Sonny wants to laugh at the innocuous question and the innocent tone in your voice. How did you really think he was doing, anyways?

“Well, (Y/N), I’m not doing too good, I’ll tell you that.” Just the briefest of smiles etches itself across Sonny’s features, as his teeth chew on his bottom lip. He hears your laugh on the other end, and it sounds like music to his ears.

“I guess that was a pretty dumb question, wasn’t it.” You laugh a little again. But, this time it was a laugh that hid the true pain in your voice. How scared you were, how hurt you were. He wanted to hold you, to kiss away your tears and tell you everything was going to be okay.

But it wasn’t, you and him both knew that.

Without you asking why he even did it in the first place, he immediately starts to rationalize his actions to you.

He tries to hold it together, tears starting to crystallize in his eyes. “Baby...baby I just, you work so hard. You provide so well for the kids. I just wanted to take some of that burden off of you.” He holds back a sob, making an odd choking sort of noise deep in his throat. “It’s not fair people like us have to fight to keep food on the table. I wanted to give the kids a good Christmas, a good birthday, spoil them a little for once.”

And for the first time that day, Sonny begins to cry.

“I just wanted to be a good fuckin’ father for once, (Y/N). A good husband to you.”

He attempts to wipe his eyes with his sweat covered cloth. A gentle hand places itself upon Sonny’s shoulder, giving him a re-affirmative pat. He looks up, and Sylvia is standing right next to him, her eyes glassy with tears as well. She pulls a dry hankerchief out of her pocket, handing it over to Sonny. Silently thanking her, he dabs at his eyes.

“Sonny.” Your voice changed a bit, so much so that he wonders if you were crying as well. “Sonny....Sonny please don’t say that. You know you’re an amazing father. I...I wouldn't have asked anyone to be the father of my children.”

He notices you sniffling on the line, starting to cry as well. “I’ve never loved someone more than I loved you. You know that, and don’t ever deny it again, Sonny. I don’t regret anything, you’ve been there through thick and thin. I....I hate what you did, but I’ll never stop loving you.”

Sonny can’t take the praises, he doesn’t think he deserves it. Without intentionally doing so, he starts to speak over you. “I made a mistake, I fucked up big time.”

“We’ll make it through this. We’ve always been able to handle tricky situations I promise, we’ll figure this out, I-”

“(Y/N).” His voices raises a bit, overlapping you mid sentence. “It’s not like this, we can’t fuckin’ fix our way out of this one, okay? Don’t go giving me that, you and I both know I’m fucked over right now, I don’t need your sympathy and false hopes.”

Once again, silence is shared between you.

“I just want you to know, that I’ll never stop loving you Sonny. No matter what.”

“I love you too, (Y/N), you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, know that?”

“Yeah,” you playfully tease back, “I am pretty great, aren’t I?” This earns another laugh from Sonny.

A few moments pass in silence again, and you both learn it’s hard to think of conversations during a hostage crisis. Both of you try to attempt to avoid the elephant in the room.

“Hey (Y/N). Can I ask you something?

“Mhmm?”

“Are the kids ok?”

“Oh, oh yeah they’re in bed right now. I tucked them in about an hour ago.”

“They...they don’t know what’s happening, right?”

“No, no of course not. I sent them out of the house to play with the next door neighbors today at the park. They haven’t been in front of the TV at all today.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Sonny pauses for a moment. He thinks about what he wants to ask next, and wonders if it’s really appropriate in regards to the current state of things.

“Can I...can I talk to them?”

You pause, obviously thinking on your end at well. Sonny holds his breath.

“Sure, give me one moment.” He hears feet shuffling away from the telephone. It was way past their bedtime, approaching 9pm now, so he assumes you have to wake them up first. Sonny nervously licks his lips again, putting his hand on his face. He hears gentle murmuring in the background.

What he would do to do this day over, what he would do to go home and hold the three of your close and never let you go. What he would do for a second chance.

The soft stomping of feet could be heard, coming closer and closer to the telephone. The shuffling of the phone being passed to his daughter was heard, followed finally by a high pitched “Daddy!” Sonny smiles, pressing the phone closer to his cheek. Sonny’s oldest daughter, a spunky little five year old who looked very much like her father, was now speaking to him. The two year old apparently was too grumpy to get out of bed, but that was okay. Sonny understood.

“Hi, princess!” Sonny attempts to change his voice to a more playful, comforting presence, hiding the fact he was crying moments earlier. “How’s my favorite little girl?”

“Good! I had a very good day at school today, do you want to hear alllllll about it? Well I’m gonna tell you! I made a new drawing today, Mommy liked it so much she put it on the fridge! Can you believe that? She said apparently that is a very good thing....I can’t wait to show you!”

Sonny smiled as his daughter continued to tell him about her day, how excited she was to be on the phone by herself like a big girl. For a moment, he loses all concepts of space and time. No longer was he on the phone - he was sitting in the living room with the two of you, listening to his daughter tell him everything in person.

But, reality came crashing down with a simple question.

“Daddy, when will you be home?”

He really hoped she wouldn’t ask it. The tears he was so desperately trying to fight off now welling up again. His hand instinctively began to dab at his eyes, trying to level his breathing so nothing seemed abnormal to his oblivious daughter.

He looks up at the bright lights above him, attempting to keep the tears that were threatening to fall down his face from doing so. He takes a deep breath. “I’m not sure if I’ll be home tonight, princess. I’m a bit busy, okay?”

His daughter whines on the other end, and he could picture his pouting face in her head. She must have been standing at the phone, arms crossed grumpily and stomping her feet. Taking after her father, she had a bit of sass to her.

Sonny just could see her in those little striped pajamas she wore every night, holding her favorite stuffed animal - a rabbit Sonny won for her at some odd Coney Island carnival game when she was 3 years old, one she lovingly referred to as Mr. Bun Bun. The raggedy old thing never left her side, tugging him along by his floppy ears.

“I wish you would come home tonight,” she puts on her best disappointed voice. “I didn’t get my nightly bedtime story, and you know I can’t sleep without those.”

Sonny swallows the lump in his throat, stuttering out. “I-I’m sorry that Daddy can’t be home tonight to tell you a bedtime story. Could you ask Mommy to tell you one?”

“NO!” Her little voice gets more intense, and Sonny can’t help but to laugh at her persistence. “She doesn’t tell them like you do! They’re not fun without you.” A little “hey!” from you is heard in the background, and Sonny smiles.

“Okay, okay well...I’ll tell you one over the phone, is that okay?”

He hears her excitedly cheer, putting down the phone and running around the room in a frenzy. In the distance, he can hear your laughter too. Based off of your voice, he assumed you were sitting on the couch across from the telephone. He could picture you in his head, you too in your pajamas, curled up with a cup of tea in your hands.

He holds his tears back, as he starts to improvise a story right on the spot. “Okay sweetie, are you ready?”

“Yes yes yes YES YESSSSS!” Sonny had to pull the phone away from his ear to accommodate for her loud shouts. But he didn't mind anymore.

“Okay...this is an original one. So be sure to listen good.....”

“Once upon a time, there was a King and Queen who loved each other very much. They shared their magical land with two very beautiful Princesses. They spent their days laughing, dancing, and singing. In those moments, it seemed like nothing could disrupt their magical world they shared.

Again, Sonny starts to thoroughly bite on his bottom lip.

“Unfortunately, as many good things come to an end, all was not well. The singing and dancing soon turned into moping and crying. As the kingdom fell into hard times, the royal family had a difficult time feeding everyone, and making sure their little princesses were clothed. Soon, desperation began to rule the once prosperous kingdom.”

Taking in a deep breath, Sonny continued his story. The tears he tried to keep back were now rolling down his cheeks.

“However, there was one solution. The King knew of a dragon that lived upon the highest peaks in the mountains that horded a mountain of gold. The King, thinking he could be clever enough to outwit the dragon, would steal enough that he needed.

“So the brave King hiked miles and miles on a treacherous journey, and planned very carefully to snatch some of the Dragon’s precious treasure. When he succeeded, his kingdom would never have to worry about money again. Him, His family, and his subjects would live comfortably forever.

“However, things did not go according to plan. The king made a few mistakes, and got caught.” He holds back a choked sob. “Even though he did it because he loved his family, it still was a very terrible thing he did. And because of that, he had to be thrown into the dungeon for a long, long time.”

“How long was he in the dungeon, Daddy?”

Sonny smiles, wiping the tears from his eyes again. “You’ve always been so inquisitive, haven’t you? That’s my smart girl. Well...I don't know, how long do you think he should have been locked up for?”

“A billion-kajillion years!”

“I don’t think that’s a real number, sweetheart.”

“Yes it is,” she protests back. Sonny smiles, she really took after him. She was going to grow up to become an amazing woman. But he couldn't think of that thought much longer.

He probably wouldn't be around to see her grow up anyways.

“Okay, okay, he can be locked up for a billion-kajillion years, if that makes you happy.”

He starts his story once again:

“The Queen and Princesses were sad to see the King go, but continued to live on in the absence of their king. The queen became the ruler of the land, but she didn’t rule alone. Of course, the two amazing Princesses were right by her side to help her out. Especially with the chores.” He smiles, thinking that was a rather clever bit. “And once restored it to it’s former glory. While it slowly happened, the royal subjects and family once began to dance, to sing, and to live again.”

There was a silence once again.

“And, once when the King finished serving his time for his crimes, he returned to the kingdom to his lovely family, amazed at all the accomplishments and improvements they made in his absence. It was the most joyous celebration the kingdom ever had. And..”

He pauses, knowing this was always her favorite part of his stories. What happens then, sweetie?”

In unison, they answered together.

“And they all lived happily ever after....”

She claps her hands excitedly, and Sonny smiles. “Okay, okay you’re gonna drive your mom nuts if you stay up all night. You've had your bedtime story, it’s time to go to bed. Tell your little sister I love her too, okay? I know she was probably too tired to come say hi tonight. I get it.”

“Will do, daddy!” Her voice perky as ever on the other end of the line. She could be on the other end of the universe at this point, Sonny feels. If only he could reach his hand through the telephone, and hug her close to him.

He’d never let go.

“Oh..oh, and one more thing,” Sonny tries to catch his daughter before she handed the phone back to you.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, don’t ever forget that.”

“You said that already silly!”

He wanted to say it a million times more.

“But, love you too, Dad!” And with that, the phone was handed back to you, the tiny pitter patter of feet running back to her bedroom was audible enough to be heard on the phone. A dragging sound follows behind her, one that could only be explained by Mr. Bun Bun.

He closes his eyes, more tears spilling out his brown orbs, wishing he could be transported back to that Summer night in Coney Island.

He remembers how you held your first born by the hands, helping her get acquainted to the new sensation of the ocean. The waves gently lapping against the both of your legs, your daughter screaming in delight, laughing, and shivering at the cold feeling.

How Sonny showed his daughter how to build her first sandcastle, which mostly just turned into mashing sand against sand in a frenzy, attempting to create some odd castle-looking abomination. Of course Sonny said it was beautiful, even if it looked like an odd lump of nothing.

Your second born, only a few months old, laying under the umbrella covered in a ridiculous amount of sunscreen. Sonny commented on how you were going a little overkill, but you insisted. He could still hear her laughter when she was splashed with her first wave ever, you only letting her dip her feet in. You were incredibly cautious, as any mother usually would be.

How the four of you explored the boardwalk at night, and how hard Sonny tried to win the stuffed animal your oldest kept eyeing up. How you all screamed with happiness when your countless tries proved to be successful.

How he held his princess, letting her ride on top of his shoulders as you pushed the stroller of the youngest. How happy she was, waiving around her new bunny plushie. How she leaned down into his ear, and said “Daddy, I think this is the best day ever!”

And when she got tired, how she fell asleep, slumped against his back as he piggy-backed her to the car.

It smelled like salt-water as your daughters slept comfortably in the backseat.

“It’s me again, Sonny.”

Sonny sighs, jolted back to reality. He holds the phone close to his cheek again, the closest physical touch he could get from you right now.

He looks around, taking in his surroundings once again. “Well, I guess I better let you get going, better tuck the little princess in for the second time tonight. I...I have some big decisions to make right now.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Once again. Silence.

“Sonny?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

His tears have become waterfalls down his face, he can’t stop hiding it anymore.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

“Make it out of there safe, will you Sonny? Promise.”

“I promise.” His voice warbles, unsure if he even said it that convincingly.

One last time, you say it. “I love you.”

Sonny puts the phone back down onto the receiver, pushing his face into his hands. He lets all of his emotions pour into his empty hands. Sobs finally escape him as he gasps for air. Everyone in the room stares, unsure how to console him. If there even is a way to console him at this point.

He realizes that may be the last time he ever spoke to you.

#sonny wortzik x reader #sonny wortzik imagine #sonny wortzik #dog day afternoon imagine #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #canon divergence #dog day afternoon

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droogiesanddiscourse · 4 years

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“Heat Waves”

(Paring: Sonny Wortzik x Reader)

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Sonny finds a way to pay for your daughter’s 5th birthday celebration through some unconventional means

A/N: This is the first installment to the prequel of “It’s Just That I’ve Been Losing So Long”, which recounts the day at Coney Island :) I really hope you enjoy, and I’m excited to keep writing for these characters. Title inspired by “Heat Waves” by Glass Animals. Warnings: angst, sadness, Sonny being a very nice person without understanding how to take care of himself. We’re sad again, okay?

Sonny sits at the dining room table, nearing the midnight hour. The only light was from a single, almost burnt out lightbulb that hung over his head, casting a ghostly shadow across the room. His brows furrowed in a strong concentration. His reading glasses were securely on the bridge of his nose, something he only used when he found it completely necessary. Or, when he really needed to focus.

The apartment was silent - you, and your two children, Ginette and Giulia rested peacefully in the upstairs bedroom. Usually, Sonny would be joining you. But not tonight, there were more pressing matters to attend to. But, in the stillness of the night, Sonny felt like he could be the only moving body on Earth.

Counting. Re-Counting. One more time - wait, did I miss something? His hands furiously passed green bills through his fingers, as if he were a bank teller cashing a check. Everything seemed to add up, but he kept second guessing himself. Could it be possible? Were his calculations actually correct?

His head jolts up the stairs, hearing the familiar creak of the old floorboards that lined the old Brooklyn Apartment. Based off of the juxtaposition of the sound, he could tell the footsteps were coming from your shared bedroom. Sonny held his breath, but he wasn’t quite sure why. It wasn’t like he was doing anything suspicious or devious. But at the same time, his heart rate began to spike as your feet hit each of the old, rickety steps leading downstairs.

When you rolled over to put your arm around the familiar shape of Sonny, you noticed an unfamiliar emptiness. Ruffling your hand around the sheets and comforters, your suspicions were confirmed - Sonny never came to bed. You look at your alarm clock on the nightstand next to you - it’s hard red light glaring 12:15 in your face. He should have been in bed by now? Confused, you noticed the familiar glow of the kitchen light downstairs, and decided to investigate for yourself.

“Hey.” You say, still standing on bottom of the steps, looking at Sonny with a confused curiosity.

You were in your nightgown, your robe thrown casually on top. A pair of fuzzy slippers with little bunnies on them adorned your feet - the Christmas gift your first born daughter, Ginette, gave you for mother’s day last year. Even though they were a little tacky, you knew this gift was given from the heart, and represented your daughter’s love for her favorite animal: bunnies. So of course you wore them around the house at every instance.

Your arms were crossed, a bit of confusion on your face as you still attempt to wake yourself up from the peaceful slumber you were enjoying. Usually, Sonny was a bit of a night owl, so it was not unusual for him to come to bed later than you, but you knew past the midnight hour was late even by his standards.

There’s a silence shared between the two of you. It’s not awkward, it’s not tense. It just is. But Sonny still has the same odd expression of a deer caught in headlights. The only sound was the gentle “tick-tock” of the clock on the wall, and the hum of the AC unit in the window, cranked to full blast in the hot June heat.

Another heat wave.

“Hi,” Sonny finally breaks through the silence. His voice is barely audible.

“You uh, didn’t come to bed. Everything okay?”

“Yeah! I uh...” he scrambles a bit, fumbling over the words. “I was working on something, sorry I shoulda told you but...” he pats the chair next to him, pulling it out for you. “Here! Here come have a seat and I’ll show you.”

In your still half asleep state, you trod over to the chair, plopping yourself down. Once you do, Sonny begins to frantically explain himself, still acting like he was caught in some scandalous activity.

“So, um, I’ve been counting up the monthly expenses, putting aside all the stuff for rent, bills, y’know. All that kinda stuff.” He taps the pile of bills that were resting on the corner of the table, indicating that they were for that exact intended use. “It’s all right here, I counted, double counted, triple counted. It’s all there, which brings me to....uh, something I’ve been workin’ real hard on.”

Another beat of silence. You cock your head to the side in confusion, trying to take in the barrage of information Sonny just threw at you. “I um...I don’t think I quite follow? I- what are you getting at, Sonny? You’re being awfully vague right now.”

Sonny doesn’t miss a beat, jumping in again, overlapping his voice with yours. “And, I know Ginette’s birthday is coming up real soon, and I know usually we can’t do much for her. I understand, times are tough, and...and you work so hard being the main provider for the family but, I’ve cut some corners, and pulled some strings and - ”

Taking a deep breath, Sonny pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket, held together by a pitiful rubber band. Using one finger, he slides it over to you.

“I think we have enough to give Ginette a proper birthday this year.” He gulps, holding back happy tears. “I, I was thinking we could do a little family trip to Coney Island, let the kids play on the beach, have fun on the boardwalk at night. Get them ice cream. Things like that.” Sonny smiles, a little proud of himself, “I just want Ginette to feel like a normal kid for once, have a real birthday celebration like she deserves. And well, Giulia, I know she’s only a year old but I’m sure she would have a fun time too,” he puts a hand to his face, barely able to contain the smile forming across his features. “And I mean, I’d love to teach my little girls how to make their first sandcastles, watch as the waves lap their feet for the first time, I just...” he trails off a bit. “I want them to see there is more to life than this dingy New York City apartment.”

Swallowing hard, he leans back in his chair again. Your fingers touch the wad of cash sitting on the table, as you bring it closer to you. Sonny swallows hard, as he watches as you flip through the bills, a look of pure disbelief on your face.

You look up again to meet his eyes, with only one question on your mind. “Sonny I...how did you? I don’t understand-”

“Well I uh, I mean I had to skip a few lunches here and there, I may have pawned a few of my things too but it’s-y’know I really just wanted...”

“Sonny...” you interrupt him with a tone that’s somewhere between disappointment, and...a lot of admiration for the man before you too, “Sonny you....didn’t need to do that, please, you have to take care of yourself.”

Sonny is silent again, moments like this are hard to discuss. Sonny always means well, he really does. But sometimes his well meaning intentions put him in harms way, and you can’t stand to see him hurting himself. Sometimes his innocence was just too much to bear, even though it was something that made Sonny, Sonny. Your biggest fear was that one day he’d go too far, and hurt himself, or the family.

You reach across the table to grab his hand, holding it gently in yours. You look at how your hands intertwine perfectly, like you were made for each other. You run a thumb across his knuckles in a soothing fashion.

“But I wanted to.” His eyes drift away from yours. He looks down, feverishly biting down on his lip, a nervous habit that is always a tell tale sign of something on his mind.

“But, Sonny...”

“And well, what’s done is done now.”

“Sonny you know how difficult these things can be for us and I really just-”

“And there's no going back. So...I got this money, and...”

“Sonny, please I wish you just...”

“(Y/N!),” He slams his hand down on the dinner table in anger, and it makes the both of you jump. “WILL YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME AND LET ME SPEAK?”

Sonny’s eyes immediately widen in fear, realizing what he had just done, and what he had just said. He clasps a hand over his mouth, unable to look you in the eyes anymore. He wasn’t mad, he wasn't upset with you it just....slipped out.

The air conditioner, once a quiet background noise to your conversation seemed to deafen both of you, ringing in your ears like a gunshot. The ticking of the clock now almost mocking you in your shared silence.

He noticed your glassy eyes, and tears were further attempting to spill down his face now that he realized he might have hurt you. He pauses, and recollects himself in a calmer demeanor, taking a deep breath in.

“I’m sorry It...it it’s my money. I earned it. And we’re gonna use it to give Ginette a real birthday this year. And I’m not backing down from that, and I’m not letting you change my mind.”

He wanted to throw a rock at the damn clock, his heart rate rising and practically thumping out of his chest.

He looks down again. “And, (Y/N), I don’t regret it at all, what I did... just so you know.”

A single tear finally spills down his cheek, but he quickly wipes it away with his hand. “I’d...I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’d do anything for you three...you know that.”

You sit in silence, your hands crossed demurely in your lap, “Sonny,” you bite your bottom lip, attempting to keep it from quivering, eyes starting to well up with tears now too. “Sonny, you know you are too kind for this world, I've never met another person in this world with more love to give than you Sonny.”

He smiles, just a little bit, and give you. a nod. That’s something he’s always been praised for his entire life - how kind he is, how tender he is, just how much of a good person he truly was. “You’re just...(Y/N) you give me a purpose when I wake up in the morning, I give you all the love you deserve. But I just.” Startled, he jumps when you reach for him again, grabbing his hand in a reassuring manner.

“I wish I could do more. For you. For Ginette, for Giulia.��

You look him straight in your eyes, shaking your head no. How wrong he was. “Oh Sonny gosh, don’t say that. Sonny...you already do enough for us. I don’t think you know how amazing of a father you truly are.”

You give him a smile that radiates warmth, and it gives him butterflies in his stomach.

“And, the one thing you can do for us is, to make sure you take care of yourself. I know you, Sonny, we’ve know each other for such a long time-”

“Eight years,” he interrupts. He blushes, looking down a bit.

“Yeah! Eight wonderful, amazing, beautiful years we’ve been together Sonny. And I know what kind of person you are...I know you want to put others before you, and I understand the sentiment. But we’re a family. We’re a team, we’re all in this together Sonny. So just, in the future, please don’t sell yourself short, okay? Let’s make plans together to accomplish our goals. Don’t think it’s all on you.” You make a special emphasis on the word together when you speak, and he hears it.

Sonny nods his head in agreeance, but behind his motions the gears in his brain were turning. He would do anything, anything for you. But he knew he had to answer yes, he didn’t want to worry you any further, so he grinned; He bared it.

But if anything came between him and his family, he’d sacrifice himself in a heartbeat.

You pull him across to you, holding him in a tender embrace. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, and he sighs, still fighting to keep the tears at bay. He felt so safe in your arms, so protected, like nothing could go wrong.

“I think you need to get some rest, dear. Let’s go to bed, okay?” You pull away from the hug, and give him a chaste kiss on the lips. You run a gently hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. For a moment, you lock eyes lovingly with each other, holding each other in your arms, how lucky you were to have such a selfless, incredible husband in your life.

“You’re a good man, Sonny. You know that?

He thinks about this for a moment, genuinely pondering the question. You give him a little shove, smiling at him again. “Ow! Okay I know, I know,” he says back in a taunting manner. “I know (Y/N).”

“Okay, well,” you start again, trying to get Sonny to stop his racing thoughts and take a break, “I don’t know about you but. I’m pretty tired, and I’d like to head back to bed now, you’re more than welcome to come join me if you’d like.”

Sonny nods in agreement, “I think it’s best if I get some rest too. We’ll share the good news in the morning with Ginette. I bet she is going to be so excited!”

On the outside, Sonny remained calm, but the little voice in the back of his head just kept gnawing at him as he walked hand in hand with you up the steps. He’d do anything...anything for you. For the kids. For the family. For the life you created together. He’d do anything.

Anything.

#Sonny Wortzik x reader #Sonny Wortzik imagine #dog day afternoon imagine #dog day afternoon #canon divergence #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #angst!

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droogiesanddiscourse · 4 years

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“Wear Your Makeup Like A Man”

(Paring: Sonny Wortzik x Reader)

Word Count: 1,500

Sonny Wortzik was the first ever queer character I saw in cinema, and had a profound impact on my life. So here’s a little character study ;; gonna CRY. Title is from the LCD Soundsystem song call the police! No warnings, enjoy!

8:01 AM

Brooklyn, New York

The hustle and bustle of the city rumbled below, morning traffic beginning to piling up. The early risers already emerging from their houses, checking their mailboxes and gathering the daily paper. In the distance, children’s screams of joy pierced through the morning as they stomped and splashed in the water spraying from the uncapped hydrants.

It’s summer.

You sat at your vanity, fumbling through your makeup bag. You start lining your products up one by one across the table - foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush, and mascara. There. That should do it for today.

You never wear makeup to impress anyone else, you just really enjoy the way you feel in it. It gives you a boost of confidence, and you love experimenting with new looks. It’s a little indulgence in self-vanity, and finds its way in your typical morning routine.

Another body moved around the apartment, currently starting breakfast in the kitchen. The smell of coffee permeated through the complex.

A slight shuffle is heard from behind you, then the familiar creak of the bedroom door opening. Your boyfriend, Sonny, stood in the doorway. In one hand, holding a cup of coffee, and the daily newspaper in the other. Sleep still crusting his eyes and refusing to get out of his pajamas, he lets out a yawn. After living with him for around six months, you’ve learned he’s not the biggest morning person.

“Hey, babe,” he ruffles your hair and gives a quick kiss to the top of your head, perching himself next to you on the bench. It barely gave enough room to comfortably seat two people, but Sonny squeezes in close to you. Being a bit of a needy lover, he will always find, no, make. Make room to be next to you.

Sonny’s very aware of your makeup hobby, and finds it quite enjoyable to witness your artistic process. How steady your hands are, how your brushes dance across your face like a painter on a canvas. He watched intensely as your wrist delicately flicked a black line above your eyelid, pulling it out to create a sharp wing. He remembers this style is called...cat eyes or something like that. Sonny never understood why a little black line ontop the eyelid made a woman so confident, but he couldn’t help but notice how it made your (e/c) eyes pop.

Sonny’s eyes carried down, looking at the beautiful pink rouge dusting your cheeks. How it highlighted your cheekbones, how it made you look so feminine. Everything about you was just so soft and delicate to him, you reminded him of a doll.

And in that moment, he wanted to feel like that too. Before he can catch himself, the words tumble out of his mouth.

“Could you do my makeup next?”

You stop in your tracks, turning to look at Sonny quizzically. He’s got an unreadable expression across his face, something you could only describe as embarrassment. And, maybe just the smallest glimmer of hope that you’ll take him up on his offer.

“Want me to do what?”

He pauses, gulping audibly. “Fuck,” he thinks to himself, “You’ve really gone and done it now, idiot. She’s gonna think I’m a freak. You finally got yourself a nice girl to settle down with, and what do you gotta do? You-”

As Sonny’s thoughts race, a voice rings out in his ears. He’s immediately tugged back into reality, present in the here and now again.

“I mean, If you want me to, sure!”

You begin to dig throughout your makeup bag again, rummaging through different eyeshadow pallets and expired makeup you refused to throw out. “Now, usually it’s not sanitary for two people to share the same makeup, but I’ll let it slide today. Maybe if you find an interest in makeup, we can work on building your own collection.”

Sonny barely pays attention to what you’re saying. Not because he isn’t interested, but because how quickly you took him up on his unexpected request.

Studying his face, you tap your chin in contemplation. “Now, what kind of look are we going for today? More natural, something bold. Oh. I know, maybe a look for a night on the town? You tryin’ to impress someone, aren’t you Sonny. Got a hot date I don’t know about?”

You try to crack a few jokes, as you notice Sonny’s nervousness. Lighten the mood a little. While your boyfriend was usually playful, during times of uncertainty or fear he locks himself up in defense. There was nothing wrong with him exploring makeup. In fact, you found it endearing in a way; Sonny cared enough about you that he wanted to partake in one of your interests.

“Well, since this is your first time and all wearing makeup, I’ll go with something more natural,” you get up from the bench, standing in front of him to get a better angle.

You hold up a little silver tube, and detach the lid, showing Sonny the tiny, bristly brush that was encased inside. “See, this is mascara. Do you know what mascara is?”

Sonny nods. “Yeah, I’ve seen you use that before.”

“Well we’re off to a great start then! I’m going to use this on your eyelashes.” You tilt your head, “Though, honestly Sonny you already have some amazing eyelashes, I wish we could trade,” you sigh dramatically. “Some guys just don’t appreciate what they have.” Sonny chucks at that, and you smile. The room already begins to feel lighter.

“Okay, I'm gonna need you to close your eyes for this.”

As you move forward, he flinches away from the brush, startled by the new sensation on his eyelashes. You jump a little too, surprised by the sudden motion from Sonny. Fear that you might have hurt him, you profusely apologize.

“Oh no no, (Y/N) it’s okay, I just didn’t expect it to feel like that,” Sonny frantically explains.

You let out a sigh of relief, “It’s ok Sonny, I promise I won’t poke your eye out.” Standing up tall, you playfully nudge him, “Trust me, I’m a professional.”

“(Y/N), you know I trust you.”

“I know, just wanted to hear you say it.”

Sonny puts his whole trust in you, and will eventually become a bit more comfortable under the makeup brush. Sonny would even goes as so far to find it soothing after a while, having you pamper him like this.

“Okay, open!”

Sonny opens his eyes, batting his eyelashes at you. His large, brown orbs search your face for any sign of reassurance, for any sign that this is okay, that he is allowed to do this. Your heart practically melts.

“Oh, Sonny that looks so good on you! I’m..actually surprised I...”

He tries to turn his head towards the mirror, but your hands immediately reach out and grab both sides of his face. You hold him in place, locking eyes with you. “Wait, no! Lemme finish the completed look first!”

Continuing, you attempt to recreate the makeup you’ve done for yourself today on Sonny. Cat eyes, mascara, and pink blush. Backing away, you admire all your hard work. His delicate features are amplified by your makeup choices - his long, thick eyelashes deeper and more profound with a coat of mascara. The sharp, winged eyeliner drawing attention to his large eyes. A slight dusting of rouge on his cheeks highlights his jawline and his plump cheeks. Your heart flutters - how are you so lucky to have such a beautiful partner?

“Ok, Sonny, I think you’re all done. Wanna see?”

You grab his shoulders, guiding his body to be positioned right in front of the mirror. Wrapping your arms around him, you rest your chin on top Sonny’s head. “It’s funny, you don’t need makeup at all. You’re just so beautiful already. But, I must say, you pull it off.” You pull away, smiling, and returning to your space on the bench.

Sonny is shocked, slowly moving his hand up towards his mouth. You made him look so beautiful, tears start to prickle in his eyes. In an attempt to become even closer to you, he leans his head against your shoulder, gazing at your shared reflections in the mirror. For the first time, he feels complete. No fear, no shame, the most important person in his life accepting him fully. He may have to hide his confusion from his family, from his friends, from his coworkers. But not you.

“You look handsome.”

“Do I look pretty, can I be pretty too?”

“Of course you can be pretty.” You smile contently, “You can be anything you want, Sonny. Just as long as you’re mine.”

#sonny wortzik x reader #sonny wortzik imagine #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #HHHHH I DID HAVE EMOTIONS #QUEER CODED SONNY #this is basically for me I understand if people don’t take to it ahhh

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droogiesanddiscourse · 4 years

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I’m working on my first ever Sonny Wortzik imagines / headcannon requests and I haven’t seen anyone write for him before. I’m just here like:

#sonny wortzik x reader #sonny wortzik imagine #al pacino

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droogiesanddiscourse · 4 years

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『 What's it going to be then, eh? 』

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『 About Me 』

Hey there, welcome to my writing blog. I’m Caitlin. I’m 22, and a recent college graduate that writes fanfiction in my free time. I use they/them pronouns for the most part, but am totally okay if you sometimes use she/her. I’m multi-fandom, and my muses flop around frequently—so there’s a nice variety of content hopefully to please you! For the most part, I tend to write for classic cult cinema and television shows, and some for more rarer fandoms that do not get the love they deserve. My current high muses are the fandoms in which I am currently very interested in, or feel motivated to write for. If you want to request something, shoot me an ask! I cannot guarantee I'll write everything that comes my way, but I'll do my best. I often write based off of things that grab my interests.

『 Current High Muses 』

Twin Peaks, Re-Animator, Columbo, horror movies, and The Evil Dead Trilogy.

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I unfortunately do have very crippling social anxiety (which has only been exacerbated by our current state of things), and often have a hard time interacting and talking to my followers. These feelings ebb and flow much like my muses, and I hope you understand why I might not respond to your messages right away, or drop off in a middle of a conversation. I appreciate each and every one of you so much, and truly love to read all your comments, notes, messages, and DMs!

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『 Content Warnings / Rules 』

Smut is clearly labeled on the posts, and will be delegated also with the ⭑ emoji next to it . 18+ ONLY for those works. If you are a minor and I see you interacting with these posts, I will block you. This is not negotiable. Some dark content and sensitive subject matter can be found in some of the fics, as well as some of the characters I write for are...very unsavory characters. Read the warnings before each work on individual posts to be sure!

However, I will NOT write: self harm/su*ci*al behavior, rape, non-con, and/or sexual assault, incest, underaged characters, dd/lg (daddy kinks are okay) and fetish content that personally makes me uncomfortable. If you're not sure, you can always just send me an ask to see if I would write it. This is a judgement-free zone, but at the same time I do have my personal limits

masterlist begins under the cut

Columbo Masterlist

Cape Fear (1991) Masterlist

Dog Day Afternoon (1975) Masterlist

Re-Animator (1985) Masterlist

The Godfather Masterlist

Twin Peaks Masterlist

Midnight Mass Masterlist

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Hi, Mom! (1970)

“Hi, Neighbor!” - Jon Rubin x Reader

“The Adults are Talking” - Jon Rubin x Reader

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A Clockwork Orange (1971)

“Nothing’s Gonna Harm You, Not While I’m Around” (Alex DeLarge x reader fluff! fic)

⭑ NSFW Alphabet - Alex DeLarge

⭑ Alex DeLarge taking your virginity

⭑ Alex DeLarge showing romantic gestures towards you

Alex DeLarge seeing one of his droogs flirt with you

⭑ Alex DeLarge with an Innocent S/O

⭑ Just some Alex DeLarge Smut HCs

Cured!Alex DeLarge w/ a touch starved reader

Valentine’s Day with Alex

The Droogs with a shy + chubby s/o

Preference: First date with Dim

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Bang the Drum Slowly (1973)

Dating Bruce Pearson

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One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975)

R.P. McMurphy with an Artist!S/O

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Taxi Driver (1976)

“Anywhere” - Travis Bickle x Reader

⭑ NSFW Alphabet - Travis Bickle

⭑ Dating Travis Bickle

HCs: Dating Travis Bickle (SFW)

Travis Bickle Kidnaps you for ransom

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The Shining (1980)

⭑ Jack Torrance’s kinks would include

⭑ Jack Torrance being jealous would include

⭑ NSFW Alphabet - Jack Torrance

Soft Moments with Jack Torrance

Jack Torrance w/ a GenderNeutral! S/O

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The Evil Dead

drabbles

↬ "Bedsheet Ghosts"

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Scarface (1983)

⭑ Tony Montana NSFW Alphabet

Valentine’s Day with Tony Montana

Tony Montana and his relationship with your child

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Angelheart (1987)

Louis Cyphre with a Soft! S/O

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Goodfellas (1990)

Dating Tommy Devito

Tommy Devito with a touch starved S/O

Tommy DeVito with a Chubby! S/O

⭑ NSFW Alphabet - Tommy Devito (Smut)

Valentine’s Day with the Goodfellas

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My Own Private Idaho (1991)

HCs: Being best friends with Mike Waters

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Reservoir Dogs (1992)

The Reservoir Dogs Having a crush on you

The Reservoir Dogs with an artist s/o

The Reservoir Dogs and their relationship with your child

Snow Day with the Reservoir Dogs

Valentine’s Day with the Reservoir Dogs

The Reservoir Dogs reacting to their S/O calling themself ugly

Fluff Alphabet - Mr Orange (Freddy Newandyke)

⭑ NSFW Alphabet - Mr. Pink

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