#meetaguy

[worldsalight]

“you know i cannot,”           she protested immediately, though any seriousness she hoped to convey was betrayed by the blush on her cheeks and the growing smile tugging up both corners of her lips. how she would love to, though; maría’s heart fluttered at the romantic notion of being able to wear his jacket home, to have it keep her warm from the chillier night air on her walk to and from work that night, to have a tangible reminder of him that fit his long limbs and carried his scent and could thus almost substitute for his embrace if she really tried hard enough. but tensions were already reaching a fever pitch in the streets, led by her own brother and tony’s best friend on opposite sides. giving into such temptations, however blissful and fizzy and sunny they made her feel, would only be stoking the flames of an already-raging fire. she would just have to commit to memory how it felt now around her shoulders, when the shroud of anonymity they were able to hide in in the crowded subway car actually allowed her to enjoy it. at least, for these last few seconds; they were taking a risk enough as it was, with familiar sidewalks just a staircase away now that they were disembarking the train. she did, however, hesitate just a moment to slip it off her shoulders, a second within which she pulled it around herself just a little bit tighter. 

before taking the first step back up to the outside world     -     to the real word, where the private moments they had shared at the cloisters would be nothing but a private fantasy. in shedding the extra layer, shedding the part of him she had gotten to carry with her even temporarily, she was letting the last part of their little alternate universe go. maría held it out for him to take, a tinge of sadness in the smile she offered. “i cannot give you anything of mine as a good luck charm while you meet your friends,” for the same unfortunate reason she couldn’t keep the jacket, “but i can give this back to you and hope it still works.” and as she transferred hold of the garment, she made sure her hand brushed his, desperate for any last gasps of physical contact she could get before she would once again be deprived.

          @meetaguy sent: “ keep the jacket,  looks better on you. ”     /     accepting!

[isgull-moved]

        “i’m not !  i’m not.”  the repetition probably wasn’t doing   her any favors but she wasn’t going to let him get the wrong impression.  upset may not have been the right word for what she was feeling, anyway; she supposed it was more of bothered.  graziella couldn’t blame the girls for ogling at tony — she was very well aware that he was a dreamboat.  and quite frankly no amount of side-eyes from her was making any difference.  but they could do so without simultaneously nitpicking her own appearance  ( or at least have the decency to keep it to themselves ).  admittedly, maybe she was a little annoyed about how tony seemed to be so clueless about all of it, too.  “i just... kinda wanna get out of here now, that’s all.  it’s gettin’ a bit stuffy.”

@meetaguy​​​ said : ❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞   /   meme : accepting !

[mxlouloute]

❥     𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]  // Accepting

@meetaguy​ ASKED: “   i’m  still  standing  after  all  this  time .   ”

She’s got a copy of Better Homes and Gardens in her hands, just flipping through. She doesn’t have enough for it this time around, she needed Dick’s prescription filled, and that meant something cheap from Valentina’s for supper that night.

She wished it was pay day. Pay day meant she could get groceries and things. pay day meant they could have had those pain killers and antibiotics sooner. But Dick wouldn’t need those if he hadn’t been fighting. But he was fighting because that’s all that anybody around here understood and at least he was standing up for those who couldn’t.

She set the magazine back,  taking the bag from the counter, “ You’re real sweet, Tony. “ she smiled softly, “ I know you worry about Riff and the rest a them. Wish they’d think like you.”

[gowesten]

High Pain Tolerance Starters | accepting

@meetaguy​ “Dick? Dick! Hey!”

He looked like shit, black eye forming under his right eye and bloody knuckles. “Would you believe I grew up doing this shit?” He said rinsing his hands off in the sink. Thank god Ruby C. was off at her kindergarten class so she didn’t have to see him like this. 

[worldsalight]

“what is this, huh? worried the old lady’s gonna freeze to death?"           she was teasing though, of course, tone lighthearted and smile amused as she pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders. the city was cold enough in the winter, but the snowstorm had kicked up the wind chill and the frost around the windows — and knocked out their electricity. though valentina poked fun at the way he was so quick to swoop in for her without her even asking, and though she would always advocate for her own agility and energy in her old age, she was grateful that tony was around. he was good company, helpful, and thoughtful — he filled a certain void in the shop quite well, and on tonight’s occasion when they were without power and in near-darkness, he would be good to have around her upstairs apartment, as well. “get one for yourself,” she instructed, gesturing to the linen closet he’d just come from with hers. “there has to be one somewhere that will fit your shoulders,” she added with a little grin, in teasing reference to his broad frame. “then come back and sit with me. talk to me, entertain me.”

          @meetaguy sent: [ WRAP ] for your muse to gently drape a blanket / coat over my muse’s shoulders .     /     accepting!

[worldsalight]

maría laughed lightly,           endeared and amused - he acted as though he had never heard his given name before. while she felt safe in assuming that his friends always addressed him as *tony,* surely he had not been addressed as such from birth. she had a pet name of her own amongst her family - maruca - but it had been used almost interchangeably with maría, perhaps even less so as of late. she realized then, though, that she knew very little of tony’s family, not even the names of his parents nor if he had any brothers or sisters, let alone what any of them had called him. maybe they did just use tony most often, or maybe, given the fact that he lived with valentina, it had just been a long time since he’d heard his name used by those who had given it in the first place. it softened her a bit, smile unfaltering and instead simply warming a bit. “anton,” she repeated gently, placing a small hand over his, “no es un nombre - … you all have your nicknames, yes?” she asked, referring to his friends. many of her brothers’ did, too - street names, which she supposed were meant to make them sound tougher. her brows raised in innocent curiosity, posing the question delicately. “como riff, y ice, o como chino, pero ... does anyone call you by your full name? or are you just tony now?”

          @meetaguy sent: “   i  love  it  when  you  call  me  that .   ”     /     accepting!

[mxlouloute]

@meetaguy​ CONT FROM HERE

“Yeah,  Dick told me.” she sighed, sitting down in the rocker opposite him, “ Right after Riff came poking around here looking for you. You know how Dick is and how I worry. I thought you said Riff wouldn’t come round no more.”

She’s more irritated with that than this girl business. She’d given her husband a piece of her mind since when it came to how quickly things with them had escalated. But at least that had been over a few months and not days.

Still, she wasn’t sure what Dick wanted her to do. As long as the advances made were wanted, then what was the problem? other than gang violence and racism.

“ Have you taken her on a date, Tony? Do you know her last name?” she asked, “or anything she likes?”

[worldsalight]

she had made empanadillas at home countless times;           they were a favorite of papí’s, an often requested dish during all of the years he was essentially in maría’s care. they were a rather labor intensive venture, with separate steps required to make the dough, the filling, and then to combine the two into the final product. but particularly now as she lived away from home, the process put her especially at ease, temporarily transporting her back to a different time, when she was perhaps longing to go explore bigger things like her brother got to first but still immersed in the comforts and unconditional love of home and family. cooking was a part of her that she had been eager to share with tony, to introduce him to something integral to her family and her life before she’d moved to new york and something that could cure any homesickness or nostalgic feelings of melancholy. it was another way for him to get to know her, a way for the two of them to connect. it was special to her.

but almost as special were his attempts at recreation.           it was a nice gesture in itself, of course, wanting to cook for her, but it was especially thoughtful to want to cook something that she liked and that she had some special memories attached to and that she had showed him how to make before. he had listened. he had really paid attention. and after his last try, recalling it from memory with a decidedly lesser degree of success, he had taken notes and followed them to the letter. regardless of the final product - which really was pretty good, all things considered - maría was left completely and utterly touched. “no, mi amor,” she assured him with a gentle shake of her head and a warm little smile, finishing the bite she had taken at his request to be the first to give them a try. “it is very good. and you made them all on your own, which is...” she ducked her head, feeling her cheeks start to get a little warm and thus undoubtedly starting to turn a bit pink, reaching for another one of the little hand pies, “it means a lot to me.”

          @meetaguy sent: “i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”     /     accepting!