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angelseraphines · 6 days ago

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ೃ⁀➷ heroin ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ tonny x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! for fans of mads mikkelsen, i highly recommend you watch the pusher trilogy!

˚ ༘♡ frank emerged from the bar, his hulking frame silhouetted against the dim glow of the streetlights. his face was streaked with blood, crimson smears splattered across his weathered skin, dripping down to the collar of his worn-out jacket. in one hand, he clutched a baseball bat, the wood darkened and slick with something you didn’t want to name. “frank! frank!” you called out, voice sharp with urgency.

˚ ༘♡ he barely glanced at you at first, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. something was off. something was wrong.

˚ ༘♡ you stepped closer, the odor of iron and whiskey clinging to the gruff, middle-aged man. “have you seen tonny?”

˚ ༘♡ tonny. your boyfriend, or at least that was the word you used when you had to define whatever mess you were tangled in. it was complicated, a relationship strained by his reckless immaturity, his tendency to disappear for days at a time, and most of all, his work. he was always chasing a bigger score, a faster deal, working the narcotics trade with foreign suppliers who saw him as nothing more than a pawn.

˚ ༘♡ you met him in the most simple of ways, on the street, as you were making your weekly walk to the grocery store. he had stopped you, thrown out some cheap, insufferable pick-up line that you ignored without a second glance. but when you were on your way back, he was still there, lingering by the corner. this time, he was softer, apologetic, with a cocky grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. he offered to take you out, to a real place, not some dingy dive, but a steakhouse downtown, one with white tablecloths and polished silverware.

˚ ༘♡ against your better judgment, you had said yes. and from there, a grim romance began.

˚ ༘♡ you never approved of his work. it unnerved you, made your heart ache every time you thought about the risks, the people he dealt with. whenever you tried to talk him out of it, he would shake his head, laugh, and tell you it was the only way. the only way to fund the expensive dinners, the silk dresses, the jewelry he draped around your neck as if wealth could wash away the filth of what he did. but you never wanted those things. he said them to make himself feel better, to justify the path he had chosen, because deep down, he knew, just as well as you did, that he was in too deep to ever claw his way out.

˚ ༘♡ frank was different. he never fed you bullshit, never tried to convince you that their business was anything more than what it was. he showed you a certain kind of respect, an understanding that you weren’t just another girl hanging off tonny’s arm. but you also weren’t someone he would stick his neck out for.

˚ ༘♡ these past few days had been the worst yet. tonny and frank had both been taken in by the police after a deal had gone south. tonny had managed to call you from some grimy holding cell, his voice edged with tension as he told you they were letting him go. but that was the last you heard from him. no word since. no sign of him anywhere.

˚ ༘♡ now, staring at frank, bloodied, breathless, a man who had clearly just left behind something violent, you felt the burden of dread sink deep in your chest.

˚ ༘♡ “where is he, frank?” your voice was quieter this time, but no less desperate.

˚ ༘♡ frank wiped at his face with the back of his hand, smearing the blood rather than cleaning it. his knuckles were raw, split open. he exhaled sharply, cocking his head toward you, eyes dark and obscure.

˚ ༘♡ “go home,” frank spat, his voice dripping with something between fury and exhaustion. “forget about tonny and go find yourself a decent man.”

˚ ༘♡ the words struck like a slap, blunt and callous, but beneath them, you sensed something else, something darker, agonized, maybe regret.

˚ ༘♡ “vic said you would be here,” you pressed, voice unstable. “please, frank, i’ve been worried sick these past few days.”

˚ ༘♡ vic was a friend of yours, a prostitute who had always been far more witty than most gave her credit for. she had a way of knowing things, of reading people, and she had told you once offhandedly that frank had a soft spot for her. maybe even something deeper than that. you weren’t sure if she was right, but she was the only one who had given you anything when you went searching for answers. frank had ignored your calls. tonny had vanished. you had nothing. so you went to vic.

˚ ༘♡ she had sighed, tapping her cigarette against the edge of an ashtray, eyes clouded with something unreadable. “he said he’d be at the bar this afternoon,” she had murmured, as if she knew it wouldn’t end well. and so, you had gone.

˚ ༘♡ but frank had nothing for you, only icy words and a frigid stare as he shoved past you, his shoulder catching yours with enough force to nearly knock you off balance. you turned to follow him, to demand something, anything, but he didn’t look back. he simply kept walking, the baseball bat still hanging at his side, its wood stained dark.

˚ ༘♡ the bar door creaked as you pushed it open, and immediately, you your limbs went weak and your mouth gaped open. the place was wrecked.

˚ ༘♡ glass crunched beneath your feet as you stepped inside, the air thick with the pungent scent of spilled alcohol and something coppery. chairs overturned, tables smashed, the decorations that once lined the walls now reduced to jagged shards on the floor. the bartender stood behind the counter, pale and rigid, hands shaking as he tried to collect himself. other patrons were still there, frozen in place, eyes darting between the wreckage like they were unsure if it was truly over.

˚ ༘♡ yet, you didn’t care about any of them. because there, sprawled on the filthy floor, bloodied and broken was tonny.

˚ ༘♡ “no, no, no,” you whispered, rushing forward, dropping to your knees so fast the impact jolted up your legs.

˚ ༘♡ he was curled up, his body trembling, his breaths uneven. blood smeared his face, split his lip, darkened his shirt. his hands were limp, fingers twitching somewhat as he tried to move.

˚ ༘♡ you reached for him, your hands shaking as you struggled to roll him onto his back. he was heavier than you expected, or maybe you were just too frantic, too weak with fear. when you finally managed, your heart clenched at the sight of him, bruises already darkening along his jaw, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead, his eye swelling shut.

˚ ༘♡ “tonny,” you whispered.

˚ ༘♡ he let out a weak, pained chuckle, but it barely sounded like him. “i’m… i’m fine,” he murmured, though the way he struggled to even move suggested otherwise. his hand trembled toward you, slow, as if reaching for you took every ounce of strength he had left.

˚ ༘♡ around you, the bar remained eerily silent, the other patrons watching, still shaken from whatever had happened before you arrived. but none of it mattered. all that mattered was the man lying before you, bleeding, beaten, and still trying to act like his wounds weren’t as bad as they looked, because that was the breed of man tonny was, one who took pride in his front of masculinity.

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed hard, brushing stray strands of hair from your face as you stared at him. tonny was a wreck, his face battered and bruised, blood crusting along his split lip and the deep gash above his brow. his right eye was swelling shut, and his shirt, once a crisp shade of gray, was now dark with blood.

˚ ༘♡ “we have to go to the hospital,” you said, voice firm but edged with quiet desperation.

˚ ༘♡ tonny let out a low, pained groan, the sound brittle and wet. “no…” he managed, voice hardly able to be heard. “no hospital.”

˚ ༘♡ then came the coughing, harsh and rattling, sending fresh crimson spilling from his mouth and onto his already stained collar.

˚ ༘♡ your were nauseated to the verge of dizziness. no hospital. of course. legal trouble was always looming over him similar to a noose, tightening with every misstep. if he walked into an emergency room looking like this, questions would follow, and questions led to investigations, ones he couldn’t afford. neither could frank.

˚ ༘♡ frank. you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. frank and tonny had been close for years, their bond something deeper than business. there was a brotherhood between them, a loyalty you had thought was unbreakable. but now tonny was here, crumpled and beaten, left behind like nothing more than discarded trash.

˚ ༘♡ frank did this.

˚ ༘♡ frank, who had called him his brother.

˚ ༘♡ you let out a slow breath, trying to calm yourself. “then my place,” you murmured, the words barely making it past the knot in your throat.

˚ ༘♡ tonny winced in pain, and that was all the answer you needed.

˚ ༘♡ “come on,” you said, slipping an arm under his, feeling the angular jut of his ribs against your skin. “lean on me. my apartment’s not far. we can make it.”

˚ ༘♡ his weight sagged against you, heavier than you expected. he was barely holding himself up, his legs shaking beneath him with every staggered step. someone from the bar, one of the few who had stuck around after frank’s rampage, spoke up reluctantly. “should I call an ambulance?”

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t answer. you couldn’t.

ste instead, you focused on the warmth of tonny’s blood soaking into your white blouse, the scent of iron thick in the air. step by step, you led him out of the bar, past the shattered glass and overturned chairs, past the eyes that watched but dared not interfere. the night outside was colder than you expected, the wind biting against your damp clothes, but tonny barely reacted.

˚ ༘♡ you held him tighter, your heart pounding against your chest. “just a little further,” you whispered, but you weren’t sure if you were reassuring him or yourself.

˚ ༘♡ when you finally reached your apartment complex, the strain of tonny pressing against you with every agonizing step, you felt the burn of watchful eyes. tenants lingered in the dimly lit hallways, some pretending not to notice, others too obvious in their concern. hushed whispers carried through the stale air, but no one spoke to you directly. no one asked if you needed help.

˚ ༘♡ tonny let out a weak howl, his body slumping heavier against you, his legs barely supporting his weight. you held onto him tighter, your grip firm despite the stickiness of blood coating your hands. it had soaked through your blouse, warm at first, now cool and clinging, but that didn’t matter. the only thing that mattered was getting him inside.

˚ ༘♡ the second you crossed the threshold, you slammed the door shut behind you and led him straight to the bed. he collapsed onto it, a grunt escaping him as his body met the mattress. the pristine linen sheets were instantly marred with crimson, the white fabric soaking up his blood like ink on paper, but you didn’t hesitate.

˚ ༘♡ you turned away, forcing your brain to work past the dense fog of worry clouding your thoughts. your apartment was small, cluttered but lived-in, every piece of furniture familiar and comforting in a way that didn’t match the grim reality of the moment. your cramped bathroom was just a few steps away, and you rushed inside, yanking open the cabinets with shaking hands.

˚ ༘♡ you grabbed everything, rubbing alcohol, bandages, gauze, an ice pack you hadn’t touched in months. your fingers fumbled as you gathered it all up, but you forced yourself to focus, to breathe. tonny needed you to be stable.

˚ ༘♡ when you returned, he was staring at the ceiling, his bruised chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. you knelt beside him, pressing the ice pack to his swollen temple, watching as he winced at the sudden cold.

˚ ༘♡ “tonny,” you murmured, voice quieter now, more careful. “how the hell did this happen?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw clenched, and for a minute, you thought he wouldn’t answer. but then, through cracked lips, he finally spoke.

˚ ༘♡ “frank,” he rasped, the name dripping with venom. “the asshole came in and beat the shit out of me for no fucking reason. didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself.”

˚ ༘♡ you studied him, searching his face for anything beyond the pain and anger laced in his expression. you loved tonny, in your own way, loved him despite all the ways he made your life harder, despite all the warning signs you ignored. but you weren’t blind to his faults.

˚ ༘♡ “you two got arrested a few days back,” you said carefully, pressing a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol against a deep gash along his cheekbone. he hissed at the sting, but you didn’t pull away. “did your release have anything to do with spilling information on frank?”

˚ ༘♡ tonny tensed beneath your touch. “what?” he tried to sit up, but the pain sent him crashing back onto the mattress, a sharp grimace twisting his face. his good eye snapped open, wide and accusing. “has he already gone and told you what he thinks?” he let out a short, bitter laugh before his expression darkened further. “no, it was that whore vic, wasn’t it? how the hell can you trust her? she’ll say anything to make frank look like the good guy…”

˚ ༘♡ “tonny.” you cut him off, voice soft but firm. you met his gaze, your fingers grazing gently along his bruised jaw, tilting his face toward you. “i don’t care what you did to frank. why would i give a fuck about him?”

˚ ༘♡ your thumb ghosted over his skin, barely touching but still enough to make him ease under your touch. his breathing slowed, his body relaxing into the bed as he let out a shaky exhale. “i only care about you,” you whispered.

˚ ༘♡ tonny let out a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders loosening as his fingers trailed down your arm, a slow, lingering touch. “frank’s in trouble now,” he muttered after a beat. “i’d kill him myself, but that balkan drug lord he serves like a bitch will probably murder him before i even get the chance.”

˚ ༘♡ you sighed, pressing a fresh cotton pad against another wound as he winced beneath you. “can you forget about that right now?” your tone was laced with exhaustion. “focus on getting better.”

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll be fine by tomorrow,” tonny said stubbornly, always too sure of himself, always underestimating his own mortality.

˚ ༘♡ you scoffed, shaking your head as you carefully pressed a bandage over his split brow. you leaned down and pressed a soft, tender kiss to his cheek, slightly above the gauze. “you won’t be,” you murmured.

˚ ༘♡ tonny reached for you, fingers grazing your waist as he tried to pull you in closer, but you tore away before he could turn the moment into something else.

˚ ༘♡ “you can barely see out of your right eye,” you chided, flashing him a teasing, knowing smile. “how can you think about that sort of thing right now?”

˚ ༘♡ despite the pain, despite the swollen bruises and blood-streaked skin, tonny grinned. a cracked, lopsided thing, but still unmistakably him. “it’s impossible not to, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough but laced with amusement.

˚ ༘♡ you rolled your eyes but let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you stood. “you need to rest,” you told him, already making your way toward the kitchen. “i’ll go make something for dinner.”

˚ ༘♡ tonny hummed in response, already half-asleep, his body sinking deeper into the mattress. you watched him for a split second longer, then turned away. for now, he was safe. and for now, that was enough.

a/n: let me know if you have any other requests or thoughts! for mads mikkelsen characters i will be writing for all, but a duncan vizla or le chiffre fanfiction next is most likely!!

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