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johnpriceslamb · 11 months ago

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hi there! i really liked your arthur with a feminine gf fic and id love to see more like that! could i maybe request a fic with a cute girly reader who is a friend of mary-beths and when mary-beth brings her to camp she spots arthur and literally goes heart eyes for him🥺 maybe whenever shes visiting camp arthur always finds an excuse to go over and talk to them just so he can see her aww! and its so obvious to everyone in camp and they all tease them over how sweet on each other they are🥰

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

꒰ Arthur Morgan has his eyes on a certain hyper-feminine doll .꒱

BEFORE YOU PROCEED! Mary-Beth being a giant tease and a flirt to reader . hyper-feminine! reader . fem! reader . many pet names in use . awkward-written ending . quick luv stori . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . reader has a dada and a mama . 2.3k words

the sounds of pearl tipped necklaces rattling together and ribbon-laced dresses ruffled in the precious spring breeze, paired with soft giggles and a nervous coo.

A stifled babble escapes her lips,

“Am I um.. even allowed to be here?” [name] meekly stammers. She holds onto her friends hand, her floral patterned dress was hitched slightly over her knees with her other hand, in reluctancy in which; to get her newly bought dress dirty from the ground they treaded upon.

She’s heard of people trespassing their gangs property, and much to her dismay— she may end up as dead as roadkill. A small shiver goes down [name]’s spine at the thought of that.

Mary-Beth had been wanting to show her a couple of her new books she’s bought in st. Denis— thus the excitement pouring from her aura as she drags her across the Van Der Linde’s property.

“Don’t worry yer pretty lil’ head off. I’ll just tell em’ yer with me. What could possibly go wrong?” She pats her shoulder with a reassuring smile. A slight grimace etched amongst [name]’s face as her bow-tipped shoe is coated with a bit of mud when she took another quiet step.

[name] doesn’t look convinced at all. The grip on her hand grows a bit tighter which signified her nerves playing in. Mary-Beth always teased her for being such a worry-wart.

“..Um, well, a lot actually.” [name] prattles on.

Mary-Beth rolls her eyes.

“Hush, now.”

She does what she’s told. To shut up in a non sugar-coated manner. The aroma of many boiled meat and vegetables in a pot comes hitting her nose as soon as she enters the area. She can’t help the little nose crunch as the smell hits too abruptly for her to even know. She’s about to question Mary-beth what that smell was—

“Ah! Mr. Pearson’s cooking again.”

[name] doesn’t know wether to ask her whom this Pearson guy was, or to stay quiet. She chooses the latter. A slight tilt to her head as her ribbon-tipped hair slightly falls down her shoulder out of habit when she’s confused.

This camp was interesting, she thought. [name] could only hope that there aren’t much people. She shyly hide behind Mary-Beth’s figure as they treaded closer to her spot in camp.

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Unfortunately for [name], there was a certain amount of people that made her feel uncomfortable. She resists the urge to complain, biting her tongue to keep the words in. However, there were a few she’s met that she can’t help but admire. Karen and Tilly, their names were. Sweet girls they were, she deemed.

She sat upon a small patch of grass, her hands fiddling with a few strands of the everlasting green out of boredom, listening to Mary’s voice as she spoke.

In Mary-Beth’s hand adorns a romance-genre book, she’s reading the lines out loud. [name]’s cheeks become a darker hue at a certain line she verbally says— resulting to the both of them quietly giddily giggling.

“I cannot believe he’d actually do that to her,” Mary-beth comments as she fawns over the characters. [name] eagerly crawls towards her, re-reading the line she’s just read out.

“I thought he liked Sarah though?” [name] squeaked.

“Same!” Mary was far too happy to be able to share her love for books with another. She ends herself with a soft sigh, “I reckon he’ll leave her in a span of a click.”

“Mary?”

“Mhm?”

“Who.. Who’s that?”

This gets the girls attention. She quirks a brow, looking at the direction of [name]’s lithe finger. It’s not easy to hold back a smirk curling onto her lips.

“You pointin’ to that cowpoke over there?” Mary grins.

[name]’s doe eyes were practically planted with hearts, and she’s stammering like a tiny lamb, “I—I um.. uh.. I was just..”

“He was just starin’ at me, so I um.. nevermind—”

She cuts her off, “—His names Arthur,” Mary teases the sweetheart, “Lookit chu’!”

[name] could only shrink, “I.. shut up would you?”

“Whenever you swear it’s like looking at a yapping puppy.”

[name] fully turns around, the back of her head facing the burly cowpoke whom curiously stares at the pair of girls from afar.

“‘shut up’ is not a swear word, Mary-Beth!”

“Is so!” Mary-Beth argues back. She doesn’t mention the fact that Arthur’s slowly creeping up from behind.

“Shut up doesn’t have any implications of vulgar words now does it?” She puffs out her cheeks. Mary-beth can’t suppress the small smirk planted on her freckled face. The man stalks towards them closer, in a lazy manner.

“It so does! It’s considered rude and disrespectful— which is quite literally the definition of a curse word.” Closer.

“Mhm, even so it all really depends on context—” Closer.

“—Now how ‘bout you just caaalm down, sweetheart?” She drags the ‘a’ in calm to further on annoy her. Mary-Beth teases the dolled-up sweetheart, playing with her ribbons by twirling it around her finger.

[name] broods, huffing as she quiets down and crosses her arms like an itty-bitty brat. Goodness was she cute! Mary giggles.

Suddenly, the freckled-face darling stands up from her spot, eliciting a tiny ‘where you going?’ from [name].

“Just gonna get another book! I’ll be back in a second.” She cheekily trots away.

[name] could only tilt her head at her unusual behaviour.

Only for her to freeze up immediately at a quiet rumble of a man’s voice from behind—

“Mary-Beth’s been botherin’ you, I assume?”

[name] shyly turns her head around— wispy lashes fluttering as she stands up awkwardly to match his height— barely even. A whole foot taller than she was.

She fiddles with her fingers, before quietly nodding. It’s obvious to Arthur that she was a shy little thing. So with that information, he’s gentle in his approach, his tone is more softer.

“Got a name, little missy?” He asks. Oh, his voice.

“[name],” she shyly babbles. He was certainly NOT bad looking. She’s so, so so shy. “And you are..?”

“Arthur. Arthur Morgan.”

Despite already knowing his name, she can’t help but admire how his southern drawl drags.

“‘s nice to meet you, mister Morgan,” She meekly says.

“Just Arthur.”

“Oh- sorry.” She stammers.

Arthur can’t help the lazy grin on his face.

“No need to be sorry,” He hums. “Mary-Beth’s friend?”

“Best friend,” She corrects him with a tiny smile.

“Ah.” Despite the silence that continued on, it was somehow comforting around them. Guess his dim tone and sweet intentions made her feel like a comforted little bunny snuggled inside a warm burberry blanket.

Arthur’s eyes size her up and down. He doesn’t comment her shyness, rather her appearance. It was like looking at a live porcelain doll.

He can’t help but question, “You from Saint Denis, lil’ - missy?”

That pet name makes her shy.

“Mhm,” She fully looks at him. She has to tilt her head just to look at him. Her hands were behind her back, and she rocks on her platforms.

“Mm.. Figured.”

“Oh? How so?” She curiously quirks a brow.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “You look like a right tulip, missy.”

[name] almost lets out a soft giggle at his teasing. Her cheeks feel warmer, as do her nose and the tip of her dainty ears. A tulip?

“It’s the attire, is it not?” [name] leans back on the souls of her black bow platforms, tinkering those wispy lashes at him.

Gosh, what he’d do to just.. kiss those squishy cheeks of hers.

“Mhm. ‘S all frilly and.. so..” Arthur trails on. He mindlessly fiddles with the folded gossamer lines attached to her light pink dress. She allows him to, can’t help but also allow his scent to invade her nose— smoke and.. gunpowder. A large cry from her sweet vanilla scented perfume sprayed on her neck.

They’re both cut off by Mary-Beth strolling in with her other books. That cheeky, little smile she sent to Arthur makes a vein pop in [name]’s head, realising why she left so quickly.

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It was her second time visiting the camp-site.

From her previous experience, she figured that it wasn’t all that bad.. just ignore some folks.

[name] adorns a pink puff-sleeved ruffled dress with a simple pearl necklace— a bit similar to her previous outfit. From her giddy stance, it looked like she was waiting for Arthur, and not Mary-Beth.

Her smile even becomes brighter when she sees him nearby. And quite frankly, Mary-Beth has had enough of being answered with silence and shy eye-contact from afar. It was cute, yes, but it was becoming frustrating to bear.

“—And Johnathan allows her to wear his deceased wife’s ring! How absurd.” Mary-Beth squints her eyes at her response.

“Mhm,” [name] mindlessly hums, staring at Arthur.

“…He also ate a raw fish.” She tests.

“Mmm.”

“..He’s tap dancing.”

“That’s nice.”

She groans, poking the girl, “Are you even listening to what I’m saying right now?”

“Uhuh.” [name] unconsciously fiddles with the ends of her dress. She’s still staring at his direction. Doe eyes expand abnormally larger at the sight.

The girl in front of her droops. But pipes up again to get her attention.

“Arthur really likes flowers.”

That gets her attention. [name] immediately whips her pixie-sized head towards her with a tiny ‘ooh?’ Just the mere mention of his name makes her tummy flutter and giddy.

“You’re a real sucker for him ain’t ya?” Mary coos and giggles, nudging her small arm.

[name] shyly shrugs, “H—He’s nice m’kay? I can’t help it, I like nice guys..”

“To you,” She continues, “To you, he’s nice. To others he’s an absolute.. menace.”

“I’m thinking.. He has a real soft spot for ya,” She winks.

[name] could only scoff, “We’ve only met once, ‘Bethy.”

“He’s a real sucker for them frills and bows. He sees a pretty girl like you and he’s all lamb-like. Stumbly on the legs and stuttery on the mouth.” Mary teases, “And your one pretty girl, [name].”

“You think I’m pretty?” [name] sweetly swoons at her words.

“Darling, you’re quite literally the cutest girl i’ve ever met!”

“Marryyy…” [name] softly whines at her constant fawning, “You’re very pretty too, y’know.”

“Huuush,” Mary-Beth giggles and smooches her cheek. Sweet girls.

Suddenly, that cheeky little grin comes crawling onto her face. [name] tilts her head, weary and meek. She’s up to something.

“..Wh..what?”

“Your boyfriend’s behind you.”

“Boyfriend??? Now, what in the world are you—” [name] suddenly becomes quiet as she turns her head around and makes eye contact with Arthur. He gives a shy smile to both of the ladies, a sheepish expression on his face.

“I’ll leave you two be~” Mary-Beth stands up and cheekily skips away.

Silence surrounded the two.

“Hi, Arthur.” It was like looking at two teenagers in a puppy love.

“Hello, [name].”

Her heart speeds up. She shyly looks down at the ground, unsure of what to say. Despite this being their second time interacting, she can’t help the meekness flooding in her system.

“I’m startin’ to wonder if yer clothes are strictly pink-only.” He gestures to her short little dress.

She giggles softly, “I do have a few non-pink clothing y’know.” [name] is comfortable enough to peer at him through those damn wispy lashes. Puckered lips, cherubic-like cheeks, and those puppy eyes.

“I wouldn’t believe that,” He lets out a bent arm towards her for her to take gently and stand up. [name] does so, standing to her full height with her pixie-like hands holding onto his arm like an elderly couple.

“Mind a stroll?” He asks with a gentle, soft tone.

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” She pipes up.

And there they went off.

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[name] was getting ready.

This time, she wasn’t there to visit Mary-Beth. She was here to visit Arthur.

More so because of his request of her to come back soon. If she were to be a puppy, her tail would be wagging as quickly as the speed of light. She was giddy at his request.

This was… the umpteenth time they’ve interacted with each other. Quite literally, everyone knew they’d get together sooner or later.

She adorns a white, cotton-like ruffled dress with a simple heart shaped necklace. On her head, she wore a pretty little bonnet.

As she approaches the location, she can’t help the sweet smile on her face as she sees Arthur coming towards her direction again. His hair was simple— a bit neater than before and his usual black vest outfit, with no grime or dirt anywhere.

“Hi,” She waves giddily.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He allows her tiny hands to come and place themselves near his bicep. He bends his elbow a bit near his figure to allow her come closer to his stature. He makes a mental note to be more careful around her. The bonnet on her head catches his attention.

He murmurs a soft ‘cute..’ underneath his breath, as he leads her away to take a little stroll around a pretty little meadow.

“How was your day, hm?” He asks.

“Good,” She shyly replies, “Daddy’s doing okay now. He’s not as sick as he was a week ago.” His heart softens.

“Ah. That’s good.”

“How about you? How was your day?” She asks with a glimmer in her eyes.

“Decent at best.” He replies with a slight grunt, gently pushing her away from a small puddle he can see that’s formed on the ground. Doesn’t want her shoes to get messed up from the dew-dropped floor. He’s genuinely thinking of just picking her up.

“How’s yer ma and yer pa doing?”

“Good and good,” She happily smiles, very happy that he’s asking about her family. Her doe eyes light up at a pretty pink wild flower, a smirk etched on Arthur’s face as he sees that cute little expression of hers.

A soft ‘huh.’ escapes his lips, he stops suddenly. Arthur’s blue eyes sizes her up and down, only realising just now—“You’re not wearing pink.”

[name] looks up at him, itty-bitty smile, “Told you I don’t have just pink coloured clothing.”

He snorts at her answer, “Damn brat, you are.”

“Your brat.”

“Yeah. My brat.”

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phoniexrose02 · 22 days ago

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“Wastelands”

Sean Diaz x Black! Reader

Fluff~

Living in the Woods wasn’t an Ideal Setting, but the people made the stay more comfortable.

You’d all Sat at the Camp Getting Pretty Fucked up an Sharing stories, you’d been Nursing poor Sean after being Decked in the face an After a Few Drinks you’d gotten comfortable an Handsy.

After awhile you two Swayed in each other’s Embrace,a small bit of tension arose as Cassy stopped her singing.” Head off to your Tent if you guys as gonna get Frisky, Nun of us wanna see than shit” Hannah squawked an Finn an Cassidy shook their head.

“Speak for yourself~”

“I Think its cute Their Usually so Shy~” Cass Giggled a light Blush Covering her face, you could see the Same on Sean as the attention was on you two.

“I mean We could use some alone time Right??” You turned to him and he quickly Nodded, you found it so Cute how shy he could be with others.

“Awe you’ve scared em off!” Cassidy Chuckled out as you both Got up, She passes the Blunt to you one more time an you took it gracefully.

“ You guys know your cool in our book, We’ll have nothing but Good Memories”

“An we’ll have memories of every Pearled Wood you’ve Rolled for us! Sean is so Lucky to have a Premium Roller by his Side” Penny spoke causing a Chuckle from the group, You passed it to Sean Before heading to your Tent.” Luv. Lust. an Loyalty Gang I Hope our paths Cross in the Future”

You Crawled into your tent, Pretty Fucked up From the Liquor and Dabs. You Could feel the heat getting to you but the thought of stripping right now was…wass

Not bad actually…

You’d pulled at your bottoms first and a Sigh of relief came as the tight jeans pulled off your Thighs, you’d than took off your shirt but was startled by the zipper of the tent.Sean’s face became red but he’d quickly entered quickly closing it back.“ Dude your getting Naked??”

“Uh… our little make out session was pretty hot~”

You laid naked in you tent cuddling up to him.”Your so Beautiful like this” He shyly Whispered an you both giggle before pulling each other into another kiss.“Can i take this off??” You ask Quietly letting your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. He nodded his brown face getting pinker as pulled the shirt from off of him.

You could feel his heart race as your hands dipped into his Jeans, as you touched him you both jump making everything stop. “Heyy….its ok we don’t have to go all the way..” You could since the Discomfort from him an your hands returned to his waist.

“I’m sorry…I’m just so focused on Mexico and i don’t want it to suck for you”

“Sean your so Gentle and Shy, im sure it’d be great…I’m glad its cause your shy though i know I’m a lil chunky”

“ Oh No! Your absolute Stunning. I just…feel like we’re on the run all the time”

“Yea i get it im sorry, that Bong just had me in the Mood”

“There was one more thing..”

“Oh! Yea whatever you Need”

“Can you Draw Me? Like this?~”

You lounged comfortably the full Body on display, you felt pretty Comfortable as you Tent was Full of Pillows.”Oh Yea~” you giggled at the. Quick response, you’d always Loved how Confident he was in his Drawings. ”Your so Cute” a Pink tent Came to his Face. ”Shuush Just Get Comfortable”

He Roamed around for his SketchBook under his Clothes before Flipping to a Page, he took a long look at you starting toe to Head. His face becoming more Pink as he eventually made his way to your smiling face.”Good Muse?”

“Perfect~”

He began to Draw as You sat still glad you’d chosen such a Comfy Pose, the Soft Scratch of his Pencil Relaxing your mind as you awaited results. He looked at you once against an you could feel a Warm Heat coming to your Cheeks.

“Hm..”

“Finished..?”

“Nah, i Can put more Detail…” a small Giggle came to your throat and you could see his cheek getting Darker. “Get as many Detail as you Like Luv~”

The soft scribbling continued as he did his best to capture all of you.“God, your so Talented Sean” he shrugged but kept his hands on the page. “Mm Doesn’t Really Matter Now…”

“It does matter…i Can’t draw” he huffed finally placing the pencil down next to him, you’d finally shifted Closer to him to get a good look at it. Your face lit up as you Saw.” Damn Sean, you made me look Gorgeous~” you giggled out gently taking the book for yourself.

“You are Gorgeous! I just Draw what i See” you’d finally taken your eyes off the Book n Gazed to him, his shy attitude had easied an you Gently placed a hand on his Cheek as you Pulled him into a Kiss. “Well find somewhere for that Talent Sean, Even in Puerto Lobos”

“Oook Let’s get sum air before i fall asleep, im way to comfortable” you Grabbed at your Clothes putting them on an he Followed, You exited the Tent taking a Deep Breath.

“Wait…Did you two just Fuck??”

“Uh No…” Sean Said Shyly an Quiet, you could feel the awkward tension lowering the Mood so you Decide to Speak.” We’re Waiting..Puerto Lobos Comes First, Plus I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to Bone when were not Fugitives” Cass an Finn only Giggled grasping onto your shoulders.

“Its probably for the best than, you all Will get to mexico i Know it..Sean you Ready??” Finn asked an you quickly grabbed onto Cassidys Arm grabbing her attention.”How bout that Tatt RockStar?”

She gave a Flirting smile as she Nodded. “Yea I’ll be waiting Pretty Girl” She walked back to Her table leaving you with Finn and Sean.”Please both of you be Cautious, an more importantly Protect Daniel ok??”

The boys both Nodded before you’d turn to Sean Giving him a Soft kiss under his Eye, he Chuckled an Stumbled as you pulled him for a Hug a Bit Shocked.”Woah Should i?-“ Finn Started but you quickly shook your head.” Nah just be Careful, i gotta really Ick feeling about this” Finn hugged you both with a Giant Smile, he squeezed you both tight.”In SuperWolf we Trust, Right?”

You sucked in a breathe as they pulled away to their Mission, you were getting a Very Icky Feeling about this, But…

They’ve Handled pretty good so Far Right…??

#black reader #life is strange 2 #lis2 #lis2 sean #sean diaz #sean diaz x Black! Reader #sean diaz x reader #Sean diaz Fluff

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fictarian · 1 year ago

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Hobie w/ an equally as punk reader? <3 🤘🎸

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟔

ღ Of course! I apologize if there are issues with this fic, because i’m not very familiar with the style despite trying to learn about it 😭 Fun facts and criticism is VERY MUCH appreciated in the comments, so don’t be afraid to comment

ღ Gang we’re like 21 followers away from 100… i’m shivering in boots ‼️‼️ Tysm for following me omg

ღ Here’s a couple headcannons for if Hobie was with a punk partner (relationship goals, shout out to all my punk lovers I aspire to be like you)

ღ Paring: Hobie Brown and a GN! Punk reader 🙏

ღ Previous part can be found here !

• Whenever the two of you go out together, you always make an effort to go to your local record store. It has become a tradition between you and Hobie to buy two records (preferably of a song that the other hasn’t listened to or knows about) each and gift them to the other at the end of the trip. This helps broaden your guys’ music taste, introduce each other to a new possible favorite band, and just be a bonding experience all together

“The Skids?” You question while looking down at the album in your hands, intrigued by the vibrant colors on the cover. Hobie only nods his head, looking down at the records you had gotten for him. “Mhm, one of my favorites. You’ll like it luv, I promise.”

• No matter what either of you say, you and Hobie are both history nerds. Especially about punk history. So there’s no doubt that whenever you both are on call or are just relaxing in your room in silence, one of you are bound to start a conversation with a history fact. And for the next couple of hours, you’ll both be ranting and exchanging facts to each other

• Since you guys have practically the same style, you often find yourself taking some of Hobie’s jackets, pins, jewelry, etc. Hobie doesn’t mind, in fact, it gets his heart racing whenever he sees you in something that belonged to him at one point (let’s be fr, he isn’t gonna get shit back). So don’t be surprised when you catch him leaning against the doorway to your room, watching you try on one of his leather jackets or ripped jeans with a small smirk and a blush coating his face 🤭

“Y’know, it’s rude to stare” “I just can’t ‘elp it luv, not when something so pretty is right ‘front of me” Hobie cooed, causing you to blush from the tone of his voice. “Whatever…”

• You’re Hobie’s #1 hype person during the concerts he participates in (he doesn’t like consistency, so obviously he switches it up a lot and plays with different bands). This makes him go absolutely WILD. Just seeing you go full on crazy and vibe to the song he’s playing makes him 🥺. Hobie makes it a requirement for you to go to every one of his gigs, which obviously, you don’t mind at all

• You always get a front row view during his concerts, no questions asked. While you’re jamming away to the song his band is performing, Hobie is staring directly at you (somehow managing to not mess up his playing). And when you notice this and finally meet his gaze, the bastard doesn’t even look the least bit shamed or embarrassed. He even sends you a wink, making you the embarrassed one instead

• Hobie dedicates songs to you. Hell, bro will full on WRITE songs for you. He just loves you so much, and wants to show you that in a form that you both bond over constantly every single day. And when Hobie does dedicate a song to you, he makes it very clear to the audience. This makes you want to stomp on him with your platform boots, but it also makes you want to pull him in by the collar of his shirt and kiss him all over his face

“This one is for my arsekicker, _____. Didn’t tell em I was gonna do this before ‘and, since they would ‘ave done just that.” Hobie announced, meeting your sharp glare with a wink and his usual smug smirk. You shook your head, feeling your face burn as the band started to play.

tag list ! @zalayni @luvstarrstruck @jrrantss @pixqlsin @kairiscorner @k4tsu3 @asmobeuses

#across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spider punk x reader #headcannons #atsv headcanons #hobie headcanons #punk

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weezerfan123 · 3 months ago

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do u have any songs u associate with sweet dirt maychance ? i am making a playlist n i would luv to hear recs from madam sweet dirt herself thank u 💖🧡

Omg I’m so honored to be called madam sweet dirt!! Yes I have a whole playlist,, ⬇️

Here’s all the songs, accompanied by some lyrics that are Sweet Dirt to me…! ^_^

I REALLY REALLY love music and lyrics and analyzing them and attaching them to characters… so this is a long list… not sorry!

Dirty Town - Mother Mother

“Yeah, I pinched my pennies and I put 'em down

And I washed my hands of a dirty town”

“My lady friend, oh, she don't need to pretend

She country

She cracks the crack of dawn with her crackin' whip”

Dig - Incubus

“We all have something that digs at us

At least we dig each other

So when weakness turns my ego up

I know you'll count on the me from yesterday”

Shutup You’re Stupid - That Handsome Devil

“Shut up, you're stupid

Just hold my frigging hand (hold my frigging hand)

Shut up, you're stupid, just kiss me

Shut up, you're stupid, just be my frigging man”

Skate - Silk Sonic

“I can smell your sweet perfume

Mmm, you smell better than a barbecue

Oh, superstar is what you are

I'm your biggest fan

If you're lookin' for a man, Sugar, here I am”

There’d Better Be A Mirrorball - Arctic Monkeys

“Don't get emotional, that ain't like you

Yesterday's still leaking through the roof

That's nothing new

I know I promised this is what I wouldn't do

Somehow giving it the old romantic fool

Seems to better suit the mood”

Mama Told Me Not To Come - Tom Jones

“Open up the window, let some air into this room

I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume

And that cigarette you're smokin' 'bout scare me half to death

Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath”

“The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door

I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor

I seen so many things I ain't never seen before

Don't know what it is, I don't wanna see no more”

Punk Rock Girl - The Dead Milkmen

“We went to the Philly Pizza Company

And ordered some hot tea

The waitress said, "Well, no

We only have it iced"

So, we jumped up on the table

And shouted, "Anarchy!"”

“We went to a shopping mall

And laughed at all the shoppers

And security guards trailed us

To a record shop”

“We got into a car

Away we started rollin'

I said, "How much you pay for this?"

She said, "Nothing, man, it's stolen"”

Shiver - Maroon 5

“You build me up, you knock me down

Provoke a smile, then make me frown

You are the queen of run-around

You know it's true

You chew me up and spit me out

Enjoy the taste I leave in your mouth

You look at me, I look at you

Neither of us know what to do”

Fire Water Burn - Bloodhound Gang

“I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie”

I Will Buy You a New Life - Everclear

“I hate those people who love to tell you

Money is the root of all that kills

They have never been poor

No, they've never known the joy of a welfare Christmas”

“They might make you think you're happy

Yeah, maybe for a minute or two

They can't make you laugh

No, they can't make you feel the way that I do

I will buy you a garden

Where your flowers can bloom

I will buy you a new car

Perfect, shiny and new

I will buy you that big house

Way up in the West Hills

I will buy you a new life”

Trailer Trash - Modest Mouse

“Live in trailers with no class

Goddamn, I hope I can pass

High school means nothing

Taking heartache with hard work

Goddamn, I am such a jerk

I can't do anything”

Little Pistol - Mother Mother

“Up on my side, where it is felt

I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt

I think it might be fear

Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid”

Harvest Moon - Phoenix Moon

“Come a little bit closer

Hear what I have to say

Just like children sleepin'

We could dream this night away”

“When we were strangers

I watched you from afar

When we were lovers

I loved you with all my heart

But now it's gettin' late

And the moon is climbin' high

I want to celebrate

See it shinin' in your eye”

The Moon - The Microphones

“And we went all the way up to the small town where I'm from

With foggy air and the wind and the mountain tops

And we clung to rocks and we looked off

You held my hand, you almost got to start feeling me

I finally felt like I was breathing free

And under swaying trees, we fell asleep and had the same dream”

Curl up & Die - Matt Maltese

“There was a time

When I worshipped the ground you walked on

There was a time

When I'd cut off my ear for you

There was a time

When I worshipped the towel you dried on

There was a time

When I'd kill all my friends for you

You're the only one

Makes me wanna cry

You're the only one

Makes me wanna beat up inside

You're the only one

Makes me feel alive

You're the only one

Makes me wanna go home and

Curl up and die”

“I was just the tag on your shoes

(Curl up and die)

And I liked being that

(Curl up and die)

I was just the germs in your flu

(Curl up and die)

And I liked being that

I was just the chip on your tooth

And I liked being that

I was just the me to your you

And I liked being that”

Street Carp - Deftones

“It's not that I care (truly)

But you're that girl (with sharp teeth)

Who grabs at the walls (and pulls me down)”

Little Boxes - Pete Seeger

Basically all of the lyrics to this song,, I associate it with Sweet Dirt because I have this headcanon that Scott is hates the government/the system/society etc.,

This also reminds me of them bc they wouldn’t want a typical “ticky-tacky” life together

Loving Machine - TV Girl

Also literally just this whole song. I think it’s really sweet. To me it’s about Sugar befriending Scott when he’s in the trauma chair. I think Scott would appreciate having her by his side through his recovery because she wouldn’t pity him or baby him at all.. I’ll write a fic abt this au someday.. I promise..

Freaking Out - Death

Idk why this one is on here,, them when they freak out i guess LMFOA I just like this song

Somethin’ Stupid - Frank & Nancy Sinatra

“The time is right, your perfume fills my head

The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"”

“I can see it in your eyes

That you despise the same old lies

You heard the night before

And though it's just a line to you

For me it's true

And never seemed so right before”

Passionfruit - Drake

“Listen

Seeing you got ritualistic

Cleansin' my soul of addiction for now

'Cause I'm fallin' apart

Yeah, tension

Between us just like picket fences

You got issues that I won't mention for now

'Cause we're fallin' apart”

Everlong - Foo Fighters

“Tonight, I throw myself into

And out of the red

Out of her head, she sang

Come down and waste away with me

Down with me

Slow, how you wanted it to be

I'm over my head

Out of her head, she sang”

“Breathe out

So I can breathe you in

Hold you in

And now

I know you've always been

Out of your head

Out of my head, I sang”

P.U.N.K. Girl - Heavenly

“P is for the painful way she makes me feel some day

U is for Utopia, the other times with her

N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens

K is for the kid in her, my PUNK girl

She is honest and kind but in a way that people see

As telling lies and being mean

She has thousands of dreams but what they are I'll never know

I hope I figure in them though

I don't care if they can't see

Just how great that girl can be

But I wish, she'd find a way To act well, for just one day”

Take Me by the Hand - Flamingos in the Tree

“Dancing slow

While my heart beats fast

Should I tell you how

I've escaped my past

Take me by the hand back to your place

Show me how to dance and we'll embrace

Take me by the hand back to your place

Show me how to dance”

“Hold me close with your hand in mine

Let me be the one that you keep in mind

When you're laying there staring at the ceiling

And you need someone too”

#uh oh you asked me about sweet dirt #i can and will talk about them forever #sweet dirt #total drama #tdi #total drama island #weezerfan123 #td scott #scott td #td sugar #sugar td #scugar #scottgar

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Chapter Thirty Two: Happy Birthday (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

(Warning: slight hint at intimacy at the end)

It’s today. Today’s my 19th birthday!

I wake up bright and early, so I can start breakfast before everybody wakes up. Tha sun’s just rise’n, so a pale pink lights up tha kitchen. But just before I can start chop’n onions, 2 strong arms trap me between tha counter and-

“Morn’n, Spot.” I smirk.

Spot grins devilishly. “Morn’n, Beauty.”

He leans in and whispers in my ear: “I hear you has a boithday today.”

My grin widens. “You remembered!”

“‘Course I did! What made ya think I’d forget my goil’s boithday?”

I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, pull’n him closer. “Thank you.”

Spot kisses my neck and hums against my skin- then all in one move grips my thighs and sets me on the table. He lays his head on the table, look’n up at me with luv’n eyes.

“Today’s your day, Rebecca. You’s don’t have to do noth’n here, you can do whatever you wants. Got it?”

I nod.

“Good. So go on, shoo. Ya don’t godda make us breakfast, we’s all more than capable of do’n that ourselves. Go do whatever you want.”

He gets up and opens his arms. “You’re free.”

He turns to walk away but I sneaks up behind him and jump on his back.

“Beauty? Wha-?” Spot chuckles and tries to turn around but I cling tight. “As much as I’s enjoy’n this, whaddya do’n-?”

“I wanna spend my boithday with my family, and-” I lean in and kiss Spot’s cheek. “With the man I luv.”

“Yeah, right.” Spot laughs it up but stops when he sees I ain’t joke’n. “Ya mean it?” He whispers.

I hug him tighter. “I really do.”

“God I luv you.” Spot sighs. When I unwrap from Spot he holds my face in his hands.

“Rebecca- what do you want to do?”

I think for a minute, then say: “We’re have’n dinner in ‘Hattan if you wants to come. Then…” I lean in. “Join me upstairs toight?”

Spot’s eyes widen and a big grin spreads across his face. “Sounds good to me.”

“Good. I’m gonna go to the market now and be back for lunch.”

“Save’n me from tha torture of shop’n? You’s a lifesaver!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now get some breakfast ‘fore ya fall over!” I smirk as I head outside into the crisp autumn air. Some of tha boys is already start’n out- Danny and Vinny including.

“Hey, Becs! Hear’s you gots a boithday today?” Danny playfully slaps my shoulder.

“Sure do, guys! I’s officially 19 today.”

“Congrats, Becca!”

“Yeah- I’s made it ‘round the world anodda year, big deal.” I shrug.

“Ya kidd’n? It’s your birthday! Celebrate a little!” Vinny swings an arm around me and points. “Head over to Queens. There’s a tavern called Tootsie a few blocks down, tell ‘em Vinny sent ya and they’ll set you’s up good. Trust me.”

“Oh, um-”

Before I can ask, Vinny and his grin’n brodda is already head’n inside.

“Um ok.”

I first head to the market and sift through all the produce, selecting a few fresh apples, squash, and some odda harvest goods. I also treat myself to a new winter shawl, already feel’n the warm sanctuary from the bitter cold.

Then I follow Vinny’s advice and head to Queens. At foist I’s completely lost and got no clue where this ‘Tootsie’s’ place is, ‘til I follow a group-a Queens newsies to an alley and up to a lit-up sign display’n ‘Tootsie’s Dive Bar.’ It seems a bit uneasy, but the laughter com’n from inside seems like it’s on the friendly side, so I trust my gut and go with it.

I step inside, and immediately-

“Hey! Didjyou follow us here?!” The Queens newsies gang up and threaten to surround me.

“You’s from Brooklyn, ain’t ya?” A buff guy sneers.

A smaller kid shakes his head. “Naw, she’s from ‘Hattan. I’s sure of it.

“Actually, I-” I start.

“No, she’s Brooklyn material. Look at her shoit!”

“She’s Kelly’s sista-!”

“HEY!” I get in their faces. “I’s Becs Kelly, Jack Kelly’s sista and Spot Colon’s goil. I was sent here by Vinny and his brodda Danny ‘cause it’s my boithday, so if any-a you’s got a problem with that, take a hike!”

I shove past ‘em while they’s still stunned at my outburst and sit down at the bar. Business is slow for how early it is, and the waitress comes over right away.

“You new here?”

“Sure is. Vinny sent me. Any suggestions?” I point at the menu.

She smiles. “Vinny, huh? I’m his goil, Audrey.”

I gape. “No kid’n! Godda say, you’s got a real charmer of a fella!”

She narrows her eyes a bit. “You got one?”

I wave my hand. “No need to worry ‘bout me steal’n nobody. I ain’t like that. ‘Sides, I’s got my own guy to worry ‘bout.”

Her smile returns. “Really? Who?”

“Spot Colon.”

Now it’s her turn to gape. “Really? Spot? Last I hear he was too much to handle.”

I shrug. “Guess I can handle it. So- got any suggestions?”

The goil presses her lips togedda and stiffly points to a menu that’s nailed to the wall.

“The apple pie’s a good choice, and I’d pair it with some cider.”

I nod. “Much obliged.”

She nods back and walks off, leave’n me with the Queens newsies.

I grunt. “You’s gonna just stare or are ya gonna say someth’n?”

The brute speaks foist.

“Sorry- is it Kelly or Colon?”

“Kelly… for now.” I wink.

“Sorry Kelly- we’s ain’t used to visitors- ‘specially in a less-known spot such as this. But any friend-a Vinny’s is a friend-a ours.”

His friends nod in agreement, and I smile in return.

“Thanks. ‘S nice to be welcomed.”

“Afta the stunt you’s pulled in tha strike, you’s welcomed here anytime,” A shorter newsie says.

“Thank you.”

We do the spit-shake and by now my pie’s arrived- which is to die for. When we’s done it’s already 1:00, and I knows Jack’s wait’n for me by now. I head out and continue towards ‘Hattan, the familiar buildings give’n me comfort.

Crutchy, as usual, is wait’n at the window. In no time all the fellas is rush’n out to greet me.

“Happy birthday, Becs!”

“You’s officially 19 now!”

“Congrats, Becca!”

“Guys, guys, let me breathe!” I smile as I try to escape the human clump. “It’s so good to see you guys- I haven’t been here in forever! How’s things going?”

“Jack moved out!”

I stop walk’n and I turn to face Race with my mouth gape’n. “What?”

Blink grins. “Yeah, he and Sarah moved to a place downtown a few weeks ago. Didn’t he tell ya?”

I swallow and shake my head. “No.”

I ain’t mad… am I? After all, we’s ain’t truly siblings… but Jack go’n through someth’n big like this and not tell’n me is kinda a blow to the face. After he tried to control my life so much and now he’s not even talk’n to me- I donno what to think.

Crutchy notices my reaction and pats my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Becca- I’m sure he meant to tell ya and just got caught up with someth’n. That’s all.”

I nod and try to forget how sick I feel. “Yeah. Is he even gonna be here for my boithday?”

The fellas look at each odda, unsure how to respond.

“He ain’t been come’n ‘round here no more, so we’s havn’t talked with ‘em,” Race says.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s what we’s thought when he didn’t show up for woik last week.”

“What!?” I gasp.

Mush chimes in. “He didn’t show up to sell papes all week- we’s start’n to wonder if he got a real job now, since you’s both 19.”

This just makes me feel even more betrayed. My own best friend, the one I trusted my life with, not even tell’n us he was leave’n.

“Well… let’s just celebrate that Becca’s here, and it’s her boithday!” Snipeshooter announces. “Let’s eat!”

We all scream ‘yeah!’ and stampede into the kitchen. Kloppman’s about to leave for the night when he calls out to me: “Happy birthday, Kelly!”

The last name makes me sad, but I smile and say ‘thank-you’ anyway.

Crutchy, being Crutchy, still notices.

“Becca, it ain’t just you he’s ignor’n. It’s all of us. We miss him too, but we godda move on.”

I give a small grin. “You’re right, Crutchy. I’ll make stew-!”

“The Hell you ain’t!”

We all stop in our tracks and whip our heads the the door.

David, Sarah, and-

“Jack!” I cry out and rush ova to nearly topple him ova in a big hug, and soon the oddas follow my lead. “We’s thought you’d left us!”

“And forget me sista’s boithday? Never!” Jack grins.

“He didn’t tell you?!” Sarah looks at me in horror, then turns to Jack, frown’n. “You said you were going to tell them we were coming!”

Jack shrugs. “Maybe I forgot, maybe I wanted to surprise ‘em?”

Sarah smacks his shoulder and turns to me. “I’m so sorry, Becca. If we’d known Jack hadn’t told you we would have said something!”

“She’s right,” Davey agrees. “Sorry Jack, but you’re terrible at communication.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Um, Jack- I can’t wait much longer. Sam’s getting fussy,” Les, look’n much older, pokes his head in the door.

“Who’s Sam?” I ask.

Sarah looks at Jack, furious, while Jack looks like he’s ‘bout to make a run for it.

“You. Didn’t. Tell. Her?” Sarah hisses.

Jack, eyes wide, simply says: “I’s been busy, y’know? We’s been try’n to raise a baby, for cry’n out loud!”

“WHAT?!” We all outburst.

My eyes widen and I put my hands up. “Shhh! You’s gonna wake tha kid!”

Sarah looks grateful at my remark, and motions to Les.

“Bring her in, Les.”

Les, look’n grateful to get a break from babysitting, steps in, and we’s now can all see he’s carry’n a bundle-a cloth.

I peer closer, and in the midst of blankets I can see a round, peach-colored face with a small clump of brown hair on top.

My heart melts almost instantly.

“Sarah! Jack!” I whispa. “Y-You… It’s Sam, right?”

Sarah nods and goes to take her child from Les, who goes to play with Snipeshooter.

“Samantha Becs Kelly, Sam for short. We figured you wouldn’t mind sharing your nickname considering you’re her Godmother.”

I nearly drop the glass I’s hold’n. “Wh-What?”

Jack wraps am arm around me. “That’s right, Becs. You’s a Godmodda- ‘s that ok?”

Still try’n to grasp at what’s happen’n, I nod. “Yes- yes! I’m honored! But why me?” I frown.

Jack gapes. “Who else’d be the best one to take care-a Sam if we’s ain’t here? Rebecca, you’s the most trustworthy goil we know, and it’s a privilege for us to have you to be the Godmodda for Sam.”

“I- I don’t know what to say… This is the best birthday gift I’s could ever imagine.”

Sarah smiles. “Would you like to hold her?”

I smile and nod. “Yes, please!”

I gently take the slumbering babe and hold her close to my chest, rock’n her a bit. Sam stirs, and looks up at me with big, brown eyes- Jack’s eyes.

“Hiya, Sam. My name’s Becca.”

Sam coos. “B-Bbbbb.”

We all laugh and I hand Samantha back to Sarah.

“You’s go sit and make yourselves comfy while I go make dinner-”

“Nu-uh, Beauty. Lemme stop you right there.”

I gasp and turn, only to have soft lips press to mine and strong arms pull me in.

When Spot lets me go I have to stifle a laugh when I see Jack’s face.

“Hey, you’s moved out and had a baby without tell’n me- the least you can let me do is kiss my fiancé !” I snicker.

“HUH?” Jack all but falls oudda his chair, while the rest-a the fellas gasp and smile.

“Becca? You- you and Spot-?”

“Ya did it, Spot!” Boots congratulates him. “I told ya she’d say ‘yes!’”

“That I did, Boots,” I grin.

“And you’s say’n I’m the one keep’n secrets?” Jack looks confused, but Sarah is super giddy.

“Oh Becca I’m so happy! When’s the wedding?”

“You’s on board with this?” Jack asks, still dazed, and turns to the fellas. “Me sista’s engaged and you’s all act’n like it’s all fine and dandy!”

“Jack, it ain’t like I’s marry’n a serial killer.”

“She’s right, Jack. And Spot asked for our blessing a few weeks ago,” Race says.

“Mine too,” David says.

“And me too!” Les adds.

Sarah’s stunned. “So we were the only ones who didn’t know?”

“I think you and Kloppman.”

“Why didn’t ya tell us, Becca?” Jack asks.

I shrug and grin cheekily. “Maybe I forgot, maybe I wanted to surprise ya? So whaddya say?”

Jack frowns, then looks between the fellas, David, and Sarah, who all have hopeful looks- especially Spot.

“You’ll treat her right?”

Spot nods. “She’ll be treated as Brooklyn royalty, noth’n less.”

“Good. ‘Cause if I hear you’s been hard on her or if she ain’t happy-” “You’ll be the foist to know, Jackie boy.” Spot says sincerely.

“I bedda be.” Jack sighs and throws up his hands. “My hands are tied. Fine- ya have me blessing!”

Everyone cheers and Sarah hugs Jack.

“Which means I can do this-” Spot leans in and kisses me deeply, get’n a few hollars.

“Whatever- just don’t lemme see it,” Jack groans and avoids my gaze.

I now see that Bucky’s joined us, along with Scabs, Danny, and Vinny.

“As I’s was say’n…” Spot pecks my cheek and steers me to a chair. “You’s gonna sit, chat, and observe as we make you dinner this time, alright Beauty?”

I chuckle. “You boys is gonna burn the place down is what you’s gonna do!”

“Actually…” Mush speaks up softly. “I’s been practice’n.”

I gape. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I’s been work’n a few hours at Jacobi’s- guess they like my cook’n. So whaddya say, Becca- let us cook for you? ‘S the least we can do for all you’s done for us.”

I nearly cry. “Aw, thanks Mush. Thanks guys. You’s make’n this the best boithday I’s had in a long time!”

“Don’t mention it, Becca.” Specs sits next to me and hands me a small package. “Happy boithday!”

I freeze. No one’s gotten me a gift in forever…

“Really, Specs? You know I’s don’t take gifts-”

“No exceptions!” Race spreads his arms to make his point clear. “We’s all chipped in, and you’s gonna take it whedda ya likes it or not!”

Glare’n at Race, I gingerly take the package (which is supris’nly light) and slowly tear off the newspaper wrapping.

I godda smirk. “Nice wrapping papes.”

“Just shut up and open it!” Boots says.

I grin and finally get to open’n the box to reveal-

I gasp.

There, half covered in paper at the bottom of the box, is a brooch. A dark blue brooch, with my face. As if somebody had copied my face and engraved it in a stone the size of a large grape. And I’d seen these before, in shops when I was sell’n. They ain’t cheap.

“It- You- Why- Guys, how did you know?” I studda.

Spot hugs me and plants a kiss on my head. “Maybe a little boidy told me.”

I gasp and look up at him. “You’s been spy’n on me?”

Race looks a tiny bit sheepish. “We’s may have asked Spot to find out what you liked, see’n as how you’s spend most time with him now-”

I go to protest-

“But! At least you keep in touch,” Race adds, obviously to poke at Jack, who looks away.

“Scabs kept see’n you look at the jewelry window, and we’s figured you liked the brooch, correct?”

I nod.

“Yeah, and we’s know your favorite color is blue, so we got your face put on a blue stone.” Specs adds.

“B-But I’s a newsie… I can’t wear this to work! I’ll lose it, or someone’ll swipe it-”

“Beauty, you’s ain’t gonna be a newsie forever- I’ll make sure-a that,” Spot says to me and then leans in to whisper: “And… sometime down the line, it’d look real fine on you if you’s was a housewife.”

“I hoid that!” Jack calls.

I smirk and kiss Spot’s cheek. “I like the way you think.”

Spot grins back. “I know.”

“Hey, luvboids, can we skip tha romance and eat?” Snipeshooter asks.

“I’m hungry!” Les says.

“Yeah, let’s eat!” Davey goes to help in the kitchen, while Spot gives me an odd look.

I raise a brow. “What?”

“You’ll see.”

And with that, he goes to help the oddas with dinner while I chat with Sarah and Les.

Afta a mouth-wadder’n meal (Mush can really cook!), we’s all sit and play cards.

“You got a real talent, Mush.” I congratulate him. “You’s should really look into that as a job.”

“Really?”

“Sure! ‘Sides, we’s ain’t all gonna be newsies forever!”

“What ‘bout me?” Race asks.

“You’d be a good banker.”

His nose scrunches. “Why?”

“You’s might suck at gambl’n, but ya can count money in no time flat.”

“She’s got a point, Race,” David speaks up. “I know a banker who’s looking for an apprentice if you’re interested.”

“And me?” Blink asks, a bit skittish. “I got a bad eye, remember.”

I smile and put a hand on his shoulda. “A teacher.”

Blink’s eye widens. “Really?”

“Ya kidd’n? I’s seen you teach Tommy how to read in a week! You’s a good teacher, Blink- ya just don’t know it yet.”

“Enough career talk- let’s play!” Race starts deal’n.

I groan. “Fine, but no bet’n! There are children present.”

“Hey! I’m 13 now!” Les complains. Wow he really did grow up.

“Sorry, Les. But Samantha’s still here. And I don’t want gambl’n on my boithday.”

Race gives in and throws up his hands. “Ok, just ‘cause it’s your boithday.”

I grin. “Thank you!”

The odda Brooklyn newsies head out early, mean’n Spot must’ve told ‘em to so we could be alone. On the walk back it’s a bit chilly, so Spot wraps his jacket around me.

“Really, I’s fine! You’s gonna catch a cold!” I protest.

“Beauty, I ain’t let’n ya freeze on me on your boithday. Then ya won’t get to see what I got ya,” Spot adds playfully.

I groan and face him dead-on. “What did you do, Colon?”

He looks away mysteriously. “Noth’n.”

I groan again and shake my head. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Spot leans in and kisses down my neck. “I could think of a few things…”

“Does it involve somewhere warm? ‘Cause that sounds nice right now.” I shiver a little. “I gots to get a new coat soon…”

We get back and the entire lodging house is nearly all dark. Everybody’s asleep and it’s really windy, which means we don’t have to worry ‘bout too much noise. I go to climb the stairs but Spot wraps his arms around me.

“At least lemme carry you up.”

I raise a brow. “You know me bedda than that to try and- hey!”

Spot smirks as he grips my things and lifts me up, already climb’n the stairs. I give in and wrap my arms around Spot’s neck, and my legs around his torso- cling’n tightly like a cat in a tree. This reaction makes Spot moan a little and I take the opportunity to tease him.

“What? Too close for ya?”

Spot all but kicks down the bedroom door to step inside and gently lay me on the bed, all the while kiss’n down my neck.

“Never too close, Beauty. It’s yer boirthday, and I wanna make you feel good. ‘S there anyth’n I can do?” He nips my ear and I moan.

“Anyth’n,” I whispa as I drag my hands down his muscular back.

“Ya sure?” Spot asks as he hovers over me, a playful but still sincere look on his face.

“Yes!” I lean forward and kiss him, surprise’n him. “Spot Colon, ya drive me crazy, and if you’s keep teas’n me I’m gonna ignore ya!”

Spot gets the message and, taking my warning seriously, immediately starts kiss’n me down my neck while he grips my thighs, run’n his hands up my hips. When I let out a blissful moan, Spot chuckles and sends vibrations down my skin.

“That feel good, Beauty? You like that?”

“Yes,” I barely make out as I hug his neck.

“I gotta know,” Spot asks when he looks up to kiss my forehead. “Whaddya see in me? Why me, outta all-a the guys in New York… Why pick a gutter-trash deadbeat like me?” He looks at me with wide, sad eyes.

My heart melts and I cup his cheek.

“Because, Sean- you’s one of the foist men to treat me as a lady with respect, that I’s a goil but I ain’t delicate. Ya ain’t gutter trash-”

“Really? You’s a rich bum’s daughta and you’s say’n I ain’t poor?” Spot looks a bit annoyed.

I make him focus on me.

“No, Spot. I luv you ‘cause money and be’n fancy don’t madda to you. You don’t care that I’s ain’t all proper-like. Not to mention-” I stare straight into him. “Your eyes are so fierce, yet I know you’ll never hurt me.” I kiss his nose. “Got a cute nose too.” I run my fingers through his wavy hair and run my hand down his face. “Your jaw is so defined, and-” I drag my hands down Spot’s neck to his chest. “Don’t get me started on the rest of you…”

By now Spot’s shake��n from my attention, and finds courage to grip my hand and cup my face.

“Ya really think that? Not just say’n stuff-?”

I cut him off with a deep kiss.

“I’d never say that if I didn’t mean it, Spotty. You’s the toughest, handsomest King of Brooklyn I could ever need and the only man I want. I want to please you, Spot. Always will.”

“Oh, Rebecca.” Spot hugs me close and buries his face in my neck. “I’ll always wonder how I ever found a poifect goil like you- I don’t deserve ya, angel.”

I scoff. “I am anyth’n but a poifect angel.”

Spot looks up, an evil grin on his face as he rests his head on my chest.

“No, you’s my angel- my gorgeous angel. You’s poifect to me, my Queen of Brooklyn, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Rebecca.”

He kisses me ova and ova as if I might just vanish.

“So… do you wanna see what I got ya?” Spot whispers suggestivly.

“You tell’n me this ain’t my gift?” I ask as Spot continues to run his hands up and down me.

“No, but you’ll like it just as much.”

“Oh? You sure ‘bout that?”

“Yeah- but I donno, I can be very charming present.” Spot smirks.

I punch his shoulda and Spot jumps up to grab someth’n from off the dresser.

I moan and try to pull a blanket ova me. “Hurry up, Spot. It’s get’n cold.”

“In a bit, but foist-” Spot sits next to me and hold out a envelope. “Happy boithday, Rebecca Colon.”

Confused, I look at the envelope with a raised brow as I take it from Spot’s warm hand. There’s no writing on the cover, so I don’t know what to expect when I open it. When I do, I see it’s serious on account-a there be’n a bank seal on the front.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sean Colon.

We are pleased to inform you that your last mortgage payment was successfully transitioned, and that your new housing is officially available for your residence.

I realize what this notice is and gasp. I turn to Spot, who’s got a giddy wide grin on his face.

“This- It’s- Y-You… bought…”

“Bought an apartment,” Spot finishes, look’n a bit shy.

My mouth’s still a-gape in awe. “Why?”

Spot swallows, then says: “‘Cause I knew you’d wanna leave here eventually. That if we’s was ever gonna have a proper family that we’d be someplace to call our own, not just the lodging house. But I godda warn ya-” Spot looks to tha floor. “-it ain’t too big, and no marble floors or whatnot-”

I drop the envelope and engulf my marvelous fiancé in a tight hug, send’n us tumbl’n back onto the bed.

“Sean, this… this is the most thoughtful thing you’s eva done for me. It’s- I- I don’t know what to say!” I kiss his face ova and ova.

Spot, for once, is speechless. His face is frozen in a surprised expression until I start kiss’n his mouth.

“Really? Ya like it? Ya haven’t even seen it yet-”

“I don’t need to, Sean, ‘cause I knows you picked out the best one with a view of tha bridge, just for the two of us, am I right?”

Spot is surprised again. “Y-Yeah, yeah! I did.”

I smile. “That’s all I need, no marble floors at all! I’m so excited to be your wife, Sean Colon!”

Spot seems to regain his confidence and leaves a mark on my neck. “And I’s so happy to be your husband, Rebecca Colon. Happy boithday.”

“How long did ya plan this?”

Spot shrugs. “Might’ve started think’n ‘bout it when we’s won tha strike.”

My expression softens. “Ya really luved me then, didn’t ya?”

“Like I’s said- eva since you ran into me. Sometimes I wanna thank Benny for ever chase’n you to Brooklyn, ‘cause ever since that day me life changed forever.”

Spot’s fingers slide under my shoit, and I flinch a little since he’s cold. But Spot sees this differently.

“You ok? I’ll stop if ya want-” He asks, a bit nervous.

I shake my head. “No, Spot. You’s just really cold!”

Spot snickers and his fingers return to my side. “So I’s can take this off then?”

I smirk and nod back. Spot goes on and begins kiss’n my stomach, lead’n up to my neck. It’s pure bliss, and the best present nobody but Spot could give me. And while Spot’s leave’n more marks on my neck, his hands move to ghost around my hips.

“What ‘bout these?” He playfully tugs at my trousers against my skin and make’n me jump.

“Off. Take ‘em off,” I breathe.

He does, slowly, as if savor’n and kiss’n every inch and leave’n only my boxers and undershoit on.

(I’m Your Man, by Michael Bublé )

“If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to.” Spot sings softly.

Not expect’n this, I open my mouth to speak but Spot puts 2 fingers up to hush me.

“And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you.” He leans forward and lays on his side to pull me into be’n a little spoon so I can press my head against his chest while he rubs circles on my back.

“If you want a partner

Take my hand.

Or if you want to strike me down in anger

Here I stand.

I'm your man.” He kisses the top-a my head, and I can feel tears start’n to tease my eyes.

“If you want a boxer,

I will step into the ring for you.

And if you want a doctor-”

Spot runs his hands up and down from my back to my thighs.

“-I'll examine every inch of you.

If you want a driver

Climb inside.

Or if you want to take me for a ride

You know you can

I'm your man.”

Spot squeezes me tighter, so I wrap my arms around him.

“Ah, the moons too bright,

The chains too tight,

The beast won't go to sleep!

I've been running through these promises to you,

That I made and I could not keep.

Ah but a man never got a woman back

Not by begging on his knees.

Or I'd crawl to you, baby,

And I'd fall at your feet.

And I'd howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat!

And I'd claw at your heart,

And I'd tear at your sheet,

I'd say please, please!

I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep

A moment on the road,

I will steer for you.

And if you want to work the street alone,

I'll disappear for you.”

Now, Spot’s hand moves to rub my stomach.

“If you want a father for your child,

Or only want to walk with me a while

Across the sand,

I'm your man.”

He goes back to grip’n my hips and moan’n in my ear.

“Ah, the moons too bright

The chains too tight

The beast won't go to sleep!

I've been running through these promises to you

That I made and I could not keep!

Ah but a man never got a woman back

Not by begging on his knees.

Or I'd crawl to you, baby,

And I'd fall at your feet.

And I'd howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat!

And I'd claw at your heart!

And I'd tear at your sheet!

I'd say please, please!

I'm your man.

I'm your man.”

He lifts my chin to look up at his handsome face, eyes shine’n with luv, loyalty, and adoration.

“‘Cause I'm your man.”

By now I’s cry’n, a steady flow of tears stream’n down my face. Wow- just… How did I eva get so lucky?

“Spot…” I breathe. “Did you do that for me?”

Spot lowers his head. “Maybe.”

“What’s wrong?”

He shrugs. “You’s cry’n, so I’s must’ve one someth’n wrong-”

“Shut up!” I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him deeply, leave’n me sprawled on top. “Sean Thomas Colon, that was one-a the most thoughtful things anybody’s eva done for me, and it was poifect! I’s cry’n ‘cause folks don’t do that so much for me, and you acts as if I’s tha Queen of England! Don’t you dare say it weren’t poifect, ‘cause you’s just be’n hard on yourself! Just shut up and luv me!”

(Slight intimacy coming up, so feel free to skip. It’s a soft intimacy compared to other works I’ve read and there will be NO harsh language!)

I kiss him again and run my fingers through his hair. By now Spot’s get’n heated up and is get’n his legs tangled with mine. We rub against each odda and soon Spot’s moan’n with discomfort.

I give a small chuckle. “What’s wrong, Spotty?”

He groans. “You know what’s wrong!”

I rub my hand on his thigh. “I think I do.”

He moans louder. “Ya drive me crazy! Please, Beauty. I godda do someth’n!” He arches his back in attempt to ignore it.

I luv this. That Spot, be’n the in-charge poison he is, is ask’n me for permission. It just makes me luv him even more.

I rest my head on his chest and look right at him. “You wanna let go?”

He nods eagerly. “It’s all ‘cause-a you, it’s all for you! Please, just let me!” He squirms, and I don’t think he can take it much longer.

I nod. “Alright, Spotty. Go ahead.”

Spot’s head leans back and he lets out a big moan. All I can do is watch and admire his handsome face as it twists in bliss. I reach to hold his hand, but he’s still gripp’n my hips tight. At foist I think he’s nearly done, but then oudda nowhere his hips jut forward and I feel my pants get wet.

Immediately I inch away and wipe myself down. By now Spot’s realized what’s happened.

“Oh my God- Rebecca I am so sorry! I didn’t mean, ya know… God, why do I godda be so complicated?!” He sits up and rubs his brow.

I sit up next to him and rub his back, a gesture he’s surprised by.

“Spot, I’s ok with it. Noth’n happened. If anyth’n, I appreciate how you feel ‘bout me. ‘S just we’s ain’t quite there yet.”

“I know, I know. Just… I couldn’t help it, honest! You’s just so beautiful, and you’s my wife and I wanna have a future with you and I just luv you so much! It’s stupid, I know- I’s always heated up, so I godda learn to deal with it-”

“No, Spot. It’s not someth’n to be ashamed of. I luv you too, and I really do wanna have a future with you. ‘S just we’s just started this, and we should take it slow and easy. One day we will, but for now can we’s just lay here and smile since I’s a year older?” I lay him down and go to lay against his side, pull’n the blanket up. “I luv you, Sean, and I’m excited to have a future with you.”

Spot, who’s also cry’n now, hugs me and kisses my forehead.

“Don’t cry, Spotty. It makes me sad,” I say softly.

He nods. “I ain’t sad, I’s just happy you’ will’n to put up with me. I promise, Rebecca- you’ll never be treated bad ever again. You’s a wonderful person, and I’s gonna make sure you’s treated with respect. Happy boithday, Beauty.”

I smile in the dark and kiss a spot on his chest. “I luv you.”

“I luv you more than life itself.”

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twxins · 9 months ago

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"...Okay."

After that hesitant murmur, he raised his glass of wine and knocked it back in one. There was a lengthy pause before he spoke.

"When me an' my brother were jus' lads, 'bout 13 or 14, I think, we lost our dad. Got stabbed by a gang of tea leaves." Tea leaves - thieves.

"Typical back-alley mugging for the area, honestly. After tha', there were a couple of blokes at school tha' took an interest in us. A caretaker an' a teacher. There were into some shit. Nasty shit. They were in cahoots, it turned out - part 'a one of them rings, y'know? An' us? Two newly orphaned lads, grievin', lonely, in desperate need of money - perfect, right?! ...But Lemon, he was too smart for 'em; he knew they were a pair of fuckin' wrong'ns right from the start, but...I weren't smart like 'im, I guess."

He pushed back his hair and sighed out a long breath. He was clearly having difficulty. Somewhere in his mind, he made the vague decision to skim over that whole era. Despite having just swigged a whole glass of wine, he was still way too sober to go into any detail.

"Anyway, we weren't the first the ol'bastards set their sights on. As ya' can imagine, a lot of people wanted 'em dead. An' some of 'em people 'appened to be unsavoury sort, who I don't doubt ya' know all about. An' I guess with their Hercule fuckin' Poirot hats on, all their leads on tha' whole ring led 'em to me. An' I guess I was startin' t'come t'my senses a bit by then, but I was jus' in so fuckin' deep at tha' point, I didn't know what to do, y'know? Didn't know how to get out of it. An' then along comes these James Bond-lookin' pricks offerin' a stack of cash to take out the two freaks an'...well, after a bit of back an' forth, I weren't too difficult to convince."

He gave a bitter chuckle and reached over for the bottle. "Felt like a bloody fortune at the time. 'Course, I look back now an' realise I got scammed. Bastards paid me bloody peanuts for wha' a job like tha' shoulda' offered!" He poured himself another glass. Slowly. Stalling, perhaps.

"...So yeah, anyway, I took one of 'em out, didn't I? An' Lemon helped, didn't he? It were almost like a birthday surprise when he showed up! Crafty fucker knew wha' was up - always one step ahead..." He did smile a little at that memory, if only briefly.

"The other one got away, though. I'm still lookin' for 'im. It's a li'l hobby of mine, actually. Huntin' tha' sick ring of fuckin' freaks - makin' sure they die slowly, an' horribly..."

He gazed vacantly down into the glass of crimson liquid, and his lip twitched a little.

"Him, though... He's target number fuckin' 1..."

His fingers gripping the wine glass, his knuckles went white for a second or two. There was a moment of visible restraint, a tremendous inner effort to keep himself composed.

"...Anyway," he breathed out, "we left school after tha'. Moved into a crack den with a buncha' shady characters we'd got into contact with. Underworld folks, y'know? I guess we impressed 'em. No doubt about it the plan was to 'ave us do the jon an' take the fall - get carted off to juvie as child murderers. Don't think they expected us to be naturals. So they...sorta took us in, I guess. 'Ad us doin' drug runs at first - smugglin' an' tha'. Then body disposal. An' before we knew it, we were makin' the bodies ourselves, an' fat stacks along with 'em."

In fact, the shady people they lived with were their first hit. Their first real job was a dirty double-crossing. Set the theme for the rest of their lives, really. In this world, there was them, and there was everyone else. No in-between. And everyone else was fair game. That philosophy, though ruthless, had kept them alive for years. And now they were known as two of the most feared figures in the whole field. Funny how things turn out...

"An' tha's why I became an assassin." He gave a strained sigh at the conclusion. "An' tha' ain't even half of it, luv." That was indeed a very abridged version of events...

He slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers and took a measured sip from his glass.

"Still wanna share this bed?"

She could barely hold back her laughter at his allegory of comparing her nightmare demons to fact cats. It did ease her a bit, and she truly did appreciate his attempts to peer into her mind a bit more. Though, he won't get that information for free...eye for an eye she thought to herself. What made him choose this path? She wanted to know just how bad she was compared to him.

Hearing the introduction to his story, she would tilt her head with no hint of surprise in her serene smile. They both made choices that were morally gray and one thing led to another and they crossed paths in the end.

Which was a bit ironic considering their profession.

"I got time love, and if you want to hear my sob sorry, I might as well get something in return no? " she gave him a bit more confident grin, soon taking a sip from her glass of red.

"I wont run, that much I can promise you tonight"

#redlips-blooddrops-deux #abuse tw #child abuse tw #implied csa tw #murder mention tw #death mention tw #alcohol tw

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hongkongaton-imagines · 4 years ago

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valentine s/o hcs? :3

since today is valentine's day, i thought it'd be nice to post!

murdoc niccals

motherfucker has NO idea what to do

he's all like "i-i-i gotta get 'em a gift but...what??? what do you even get someone????"

the rest of the band are tired of him

he gets pretty annoying after awhile though

he gets more overbearing than anything, which is surprising

seeing him run around trying to figure out what to do is funny but tiring all on it's own

"what about ros-" | "BAD IDEA. IT'S A BAD IDEA, FACEACHE- SHUT UP."

he eventually figures it out though...maybe

once he does, he takes you out to go stargazing on the local hill (it's like one of those stargazing cliffs in the movies)

"the light compliments your beautiful eyes very well, luv. we should do this more often, hm..."

stuart 2D pot

he didn't even know valentine's was the 14th

the man thought it was like...the 28th or something

he does everything incredibly last minute

"so, stu, what are you doing for valentine's?" | "valen...tine's?" | "you forgot....didn't you?" | "i'm sorry, noodle..."

he forgets a lot of things so once you find out that he forgot for a bit, you really don't mind

he gets all dressed up like a little waiter though

he looks like a 7 year old getting ready for his piano recital in the year 1996

"aww, you're so cute!" | "does it really look good? i worked pretty hard gettin' this suit!"

he takes you out to dinner at this fancy italian restaurant and then performs a ballad for you while you sit on your shared bed (covered in rose petals, of course)

you remark that it was all very cheesy but he simply says "i did it all for you. i was willin' to act like a 9th grader on his first date for you! you're just so special to me, luv..."

russel hobbs

a master at valentine's!!

he just...doesn't really know where to start with your surprise

he wants to do so much but most of it is kind of impossible

"i want to buy them the moon...and the stars! how about that, babygirl?" | "russ...i don't think you can do that" (noodle)

he plans way too much

down to god damn seating and time of day (hour, minute, and second)

he just wants you to feel like royalty, or even better, his majesty

he's the best dressed out of everyone in the band though

when you first see him, you wonder if he really just outdressed you on the day he planned for you

he takes you out to walk along the beach and then a picnic under the stars with your favorite drinks and your favorite snacks

"i wish i could freeze time for the both of us so we can stay in this moment forever, my darling"

noodle

she's good at remembering but she's a become a bit of a procrastinator in recent

she makes a plan but can't really figure out if it's....your type of thing

"what do you think, katsu? would they like this?" | *cue some very happy katsu noises* | "hm...you're right. i'll switch out shopping spree and racecar driving.."

she wants to impress you more than anything

she doesn't go for a dress, like you may assume

she tries out multiple outfits and eventually goes with a red button down dress shirt with one of those short skirts and some sneakers

"heh, i somehow knew you were gonna go for that. typical noodle." | "ah yes! typical murdoc shoving his nose in my business again! like the nosey old man he is!" | "now wait just a minute-"

she wants to go all out but...should probably stick to more simple ideas, just like russ

she doesn't ask the others for advice or anything

and if she does, it's more for a pep talk

she kicks the rest of the band out of the house and feeds you the three course meal she's made (with russ's help, of course) and watches movies with you for the rest of the night

"you know, you're one of the only things in my life that makes sense. i love everything about you so easily, my love."

bonus (for a special someone: 🍓) -

ace copular

oh, ace...

he gets oh so insecure

but in a sorta good way

he wants everything to be perfect and worries till his hair practically falls out but of course, he makes it seem like he has everything in order

he asks the rest of his family (the gangreen gang) what they think he should do

they give him horrible answers but he takes them into consideration

"take them to the dmv!" | "why...would i do that?? i jus' don't unda'stand you guys sometimes..."

he tries every option he can think of before valentine's day comes around

he tries to cook and burns water (impossible? not for ace d. copular it isn't-)

he ends up arriving to your house with a bouquet of flowers and takes you out for a night drive on his motorcycle, which he cleaned just for the occasion

the drive is silent but you swear you almost heard him say "if only i could do dis' every night. then i could have you and the stars for the rest of my life..."

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msawesomehalffinishedfics · 4 years ago

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Would you stop bleeding on my couch? Sean Wallace imagine

A/N: I’m sorry, this took me forever to get to writing, mostly because I haven’t gotten around to watching Gangs of London to the end, and I just had exams and have been overwhelmed by life. But I am actually proud of this very finished imagine (Which is ironic for a blog called half-finished-fics, but what can I say? ALSO I kinda played fast and loose with the timeline/storyline. Please request different characters if you'd like, and thank you to @screechingdreamercollectorsblog for requesting, and to the anon who was pushing me to write it. I’m slow okay? But worth it? Hopefully? I hope you enjoy, do tell me if you do, or don’t. :) - Em

Sean woke up uncomfortable feeling first the burning pain on his shoulder. Everything came back to him, the ambush, him getting dragged off to a random car. He remembered fading in and out of consciousness, drinking some whiskey to dull the pain. Getting sown together in a dingy bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around, not remembering where he was, and how long he had been there. He knew his family was probably freaking out. He was a little freaked as well. He looked around the small apartment and did not recognise any of it which made him nervous. He made an attempt to sit up, but groaned in pain as he did so. He heard something from the other room and tried to fumble around for his gun but found nothing. He raised his fists as best he could as the other person walked to the living room. He furrowed his eyebrows when he found a woman standing there, she looked vaguely familiar but not really. She looked at him annoyed which made him keep his guard up.

“Would you relax, so you can stop bleeding on my couch. Which you are replacing by the way.” She said annoyed crossing her arms, he looked at her even more confused feeling weird about being scolded by this woman he did not know. She had saved his life but he knew that was not a guarantee that she was on his side. He was not sure anyone was anymore.

“Who, the fuck are you?” He spat in his normal demanding voice, if she was going to be rude he could be too, and he needed to know who she was, and where she had put his phone so he could at least tell his family that he was okay. She rolled her eyes at him but walked closer to him, clearly inspecting his wounds while doing so.

“Relax. I worked for your dad, and you. Not usually a nurse, but strange times.” She said sarcastically, he was still unsure about her, but saw no reason for her to lie right away, at least if he could get home to his family soon, he would be sure to pay her off and that would be the end of it. As long as she did not torture him and he did not tell her too much he should be good. Well, more so when he found the motherfucker who had shot him.

“You ripped your stitches, dickhead.” She said annoyed lifting up his bandage and he hissed a little in pain but looked at her annoyed.

“Well, sorry for sitting up and being defensive, seeing as I woke up somewhere I don’t know without my phone, with a stranger.” He said sarcastically and she scoffed at him which he took a little offence too, no one dared to speak and behave like this around him, yet if she worked for them, she must know who he was and what he was. Meaning she was either bold or just daft, he was betting the ladder. She sighed and got up, reaching her hand out to him.

“Come on. Let’s get you stitched up before you bleed out on my couch.” She said and he looked at her and before she nodded and got down so he could put his arm around her, and she help carry him to the bathroom. She stitched him up in silence after cleaning the wound once again. He recognised the bathroom from the haze and was fed some more whiskey. She started talking again when she was putting the wrapping on it.

“Your phone’s in the kitchen. Took us a little time to crack the code, but I got your mums number and called her, she knows you’re here and alive, for now, told your brother too.” She said calmly now, and he looked at her as she was gently putting the bandage on his wound, if it did not hurt so much he would have thought it would be nice to be treated like this.

“Come on, back on couch, and if you bleed on it one more time. I’m ripping your stitches. K?” She said annoyed he chuckled a little at how she was treating him. He was used to getting respect so it was almost amusing seeing her like that. He laid back down on the couch and groaned a little in pain but did quickly get comfortable. She went to the kitchen for a bit and brought them both back a sandwich which he gladly ate.

“So, you’ve been out for two days. And yeah, your mother and brother knows you’re here. We’ll move you as soon as they know it’s safe and you can move without ripping up your shoulder.” She said and he nodded taking in the information.

“And then, you’re paying for my new couch.” She said with a confident smirk and he chuckled a little amused at her. She raised her eyebrows and looked him her judgingly.

“I’m sorry, am I amusing you. You’re paying for that couch. I liked that couch.” She said sarcastically maybe even defensively he still could not wipe the smirk off his face, it had been years since someone dared talk to him like that.

“You are amusing. Because either you don’t know who I am and who you’re insulting. Or you do know, and you’re just daft.” He said and she huffed out a breath annoyed and crossed her arms.

“Oh, I know fully well who you are. Sean Wallace, son of Finn Wallace, ceo of the Wallace coperation, and the London underworld.” She said ending in a sarcastic smile. He raised an eyebrow interested in her response.

“Then you know the last person who disrespected me got beat into a pulp before getting a bullet in his brain.” He said ending with a smirk, she leaned closer to him from her seat across from him, like she was gonna tell him a secret, then she smirked.

“I know. But seeing as you ripped your stitches from sitting up a moment ago, I would love to see you try. Besides, it’s clearly been too long since someone verbally wooped your ass.” She said ending with a sarcastic smirk which was getting on his nerves already. He could not wait till he was well enough to get away from this annoying woman.

“Can you at least tell me who you are?” He asked it being clear now that she did know who he was she just did not care, which was not a good sign. If his own employees were disrespecting him like this, he imagined the other gang leaders were following suit. He wanted so badly to not screw up his fathers legacy, and he already felt like a screw up and then all of this added pressure, he did not need this girl he did not know being annoying with him right now. She just scoffed at him and leaned back.

“Yeah, right. So you can know my name and address? No thanks. You’re probably gonna get me murdered or something.” She said crossing her arms defensively saying it in a matter of factly tone. Sean sighed and decided to be a little open with her.

“Look, unless you try and torture me and infiltrate my life to get information, I can’t really justify using the kind of money it would cost to have someone kill you and clean up afterwards. Okay, luv?” He said earnestly, she looked like she was considering it, but she was still clearly on the defence. But she sighed and uncrossed her arms.

“Promise not to murder me?” She said a little defeated Sean almost chuckled a little at that. Contrary to popular belief and his recent interrogations about his fathers killer, he did not just go around killing people left and right.

“Don’t torture me or sell information about me to the police, and then I promise.” He said calmly and she chuckled a little at how absurd she realised this kind of conversation was.

“Fine. My names Y/N.” She said sounding a little defeated in giving up this information. Sean smiled a little feeling like he had at least won a little bit of their conversation.

“Well, Y/N, could you get me my phone? I need to get some business in order.” He said and she sighed and nodded before getting up. She walked to the kitchen and back about to hand him the phone before she stopped and he looked at her annoyed both of them knowing fully well he could not just reach for it in his current position.

“For the record, I’m not your servant. So, it’s please, and thank you, got it?” She said annoyed and Sean chuckled a little, he kind of like her. She was definitely bold, and she did not give a shit about how she talked to him. She had spunk. It had been a while since he had met someone who had spunk like that. At least in front of him. He nodded and she gave in and handed him the phone.

“Thank you.” He said a little mockingly as she walked away she flipped him off before entering the kitchen not even turning around. He called his mother to asses the situation. Sadly he was told it would probably be a while since he could be moved to the safehouse and even then it would be risky to move him. No one knew about Y/N, she was after all just a nobody who worked for him who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was pretty safe for the time being. Not that he minded having to spend more time with the woman, she was definitely interesting, in a disrespectful kind of way.

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“Would you quit your whining?” She said annoyed after Sean groaned for the tenth time that day from shifting from his lying position. She was sat at her desk clearly doing something else, but he could not help that he was in pain and her stupid couch was uncomfortable. So he found himself annoyed and glaring at her.

“I’m sorry, is my pain from my bullet wound annoying you?” He hissed annoyed at her nagging. He sometimes found her sarcasm a little intriguing, but after three days cooped up in her tiny apartment, they were both getting on each other nerves. She smiled at him a little kindly and he sighed a little relieved hoping to finally get an ounce of sympathy from the woman.

“Thank you, it is rather annoying.” She said sarcastically and he groaned in annoyance once again, she glared at him annoyed now.

“You could be a bit more considerate since it was less than a week ago I had a bullet in my shoulder!” He said annoyed and she just sighed and looked at him annoyed.

“Well, you snore, a lot. So I guess we’re both making sacrifices here.” She said and he groaned once again in annoyance at her. There was no winning with her. He had been there for a few days and they had done nothing but bicker. It was seriously frustrating.

“Could you stop being a bitch for two seconds! I’m sorry I groan every now and then, but I have been on this couch for a few days and I am uncomfortable. It might have something to do, with the fact that I have home made stitches in my shoulder!” He yelled at her his anger reaching its peak. He knew it was wrong after he said it call her a bitch, but it was all too much right now.

“Fuck off. I’m doing you a massive favour hiding you here. If you could stop being a prick for two seconds and actually be a little grateful towards the woman who saved bloody life, and is currently regretting that decision!” She said back through her teeth clearly annoyed as well. He huffed in anger and tired to turn away from her she just groaned in anger and left the apartment to get some fresh air.

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Billy came by the apartment and smiled at Sean, bringing some clothes for him. He smiled at his brother and chatted with him for a bit. A little annoyed that he was risking his life to get him a clean pair on knickers. But glad to see him, really glad.

“By the way, Y/N, the girl you’re staying with love her. I was by one of the days you were out. She is the best.” He said and Sean looked at his brother confused, what woman had he met? And had she switched places with the one he was cooped up with.

“Who are you talking about? That girl, hates my guts, and does nothing but bitch about me existing in her space. She is getting on my nerves.” He said honestly and Billy just chuckled a little.

“You’ve just forgotten how real people behave around each other when they’re not scared of disrespecting each other and their territory.” He said and Sean rolled his eyes at him, but still smiled a little.

“You’ll get along. You’re probably gonna have to stay here for a good while anyway.” Billy said and Sean looked at him surprised.

“What? Why?” He said a little worried and Billy was clearly a little taken back by this.

“Relax. I thought mum told you. She is just worried so says it’ll be a few weeks at least before she’s even thinking about moving you to our safehouse. Guess you’re gonna have to get used to Y/N.” He said with a small smile, and Sean sighed at him a little annoyed at this news. He barely wanted to spend another minute let alone weeks with this girl.

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He got better within the week, and started getting up and walking around a little. He tried to be nicer to the girl since he was stuck with him for a while. He walked into the kitchen when she was cooking one day and smiled a little leaning against the counter.

“It’s good that you’re up and about.” She said casually, but clearly in a natural, which he found a bit frustrating.

“Look, I am trying to be nice here. I know this situation is not ideal, but could we please just try to get the best out of it?” He pleaded a little, he was at the end of his line with being nice and being met with sarcasm. She sighed still having her back turned away from him, but she took a moment before turning to look at him.

“Yeah. Sorry. I really don’t like people in my space, especially bleeding on my couch and bathroom. And even less in longer periods of time. I have lived alone for a long time, I like my space just so, and you’re kinda, disrupting that.” She said honestly not looking him in the eye. He smiled a little, that was perfectly reasonable. Maybe a little too reasonable, but she had so far given him no reason not to trust her. He even saw her get ready for work in the morning and saw the employee badge. It all seemed real.

“That’s alright. I know I have a bit of a short fuse too, but you are stuck with me. So just tell me what to do. And maybe disrupting your rutine a bit won’t be too bad.” He said smirking a little and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Too far.” She said and he chuckled a little glad he could still push her buttons. She turned back to cooking their dinner.

“By the way, on top of the couch you are also either giving me a raise, or helping pay for food, you eat so much. And stop touching my maltesers!” She said with a small smirk but clearly meaning the last part. He chuckled a little amused and put up his good hand trying to convey innocence.

“Okay, a raise or reimbursement, got it. But I’m not the one who ate your maltesers.” He said trying to convince her. It was him, but he would not admit that. For some reason he found it a bit emasculating that he liked sweets. He was a big strong, badass, gangster and leader of the London underworld. Sweets did not exactly fit his image. He saw that he had clearly failed to convince her, when she snorted.

“Sure. I mean it’s not like there is only two people in this apartment! How are you a mafia boss? You’re a terrible liar.” She said looking at him almost a little baffled at the end. He looked at her a little amused but did take offence to her last comment.

“Shut up. I’m an excellent liar.” He said daring her to tell him otherwise. He knew fully well he could lie like it was nothing. She scoffed again and crossed her arms at him walking a bit closer.

“Riiiight. And what was I exactly supposed to believe right there? We are the only people in this apartment. I know I didn’t take them. Which leaves one other person. What was I supposed to think, that the tooth fairy took them?” She said sarcastically and he chuckled a little and shrugged.

“Well, maybe it’s because it isn’t about something important.” He said and she raised an eyebrow at him clearly getting an idea.

“Okay, try me then? Lie to me.” She said challenging him, he found it a bit intriguing and amusing but took the challenge and stepped a little closer to her.

“It gotta be a little personal, the best lies are. So for example. I would do this.” He said with a smirk, before using his good hand to trace down from her shoulder to her hand before gently grabbing it and lifting it just a bit. He then looked into her eyes at she looked at him a bit shocked but he just smirked, she had asked him to lie to her.

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I really wanna kiss you.” He said slowly and not too high of a volume, but still above a whisper. She looked at him a little stunned but then he pulled back and smirked, a little too proud of himself.

“See? I’m an excellent liar.” He said and she just rolled her eyes at him finally being pulled from her little daze. It was a little intriguing to him that he could make her behave that way.

“Whatever. I could totally tell you were lying.” She said clearly just trying to cover up how weird that had made her feel, he chuckled a little.

“Right.” He said dragging the word out laughing a little at her as looked at him annoyed.

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They did start getting along a lot more. He helped out around the house as best as he could with his shoulder. They seemed to naturally develop their own little rutine around each other. She was still sarcastic and annoying and not taking any of his shit. But it was growing on him a little. He found himself liking that he could annoy her so easily, and she could annoy him so easily. It was like she had direct access to his brains annoyance center. But he liked pushing her buttons, and it was becoming more and more in a joking manner. He was not exactly the type to have friends, but after a week and a half with her, he would not mind calling her that. She was funny and threw popcorn in his face if he disagreed with her or talked during a movie. They had also taken to pushing each other lightly when other was being annoying, of course both being conscious of his still healing shoulder. As time passed and they found themselves more and more at ease in each others company. He almost felt a little awkward having to sit shirtless in front her as she rinsed his wound and put a new bandage on it. It felt almost intimate, which they had not been anywhere near since he had lied to her. It was a lie, or at least back then it was. She was funny, annoying but still, and sweet, and playfull almost. He clearly liked her company, and he liked that she was not afraid of him at all. She was pretty too. He found himself more and more admiring her eyes and smile and the way her hair flowed and especially started noticing when she would walk around the apartment in those tight yogapants on the weekends. He tried to shake all of those thoughts from his head. She tried to stop herself from looking at his shirtless body, it was not like she did not notice, she had needs and she was not blind. But he was also annoying as hell, and a rich prick. But he was also annoyingly sweet sometimes, and funny and he was annoying but there was something weirdly and much to her dismay endearing about how he liked pushing her buttons. As they had spent a lot more time together and learned each others rutines and stuff it was obvious whenever he was annoying now that it was on purpose. And there was something a little thrilling about him, she did not know if it was just her old and she hoped dormant attraction to a little bad boys, or if there was just something about how easily it was for her to get under his skin. It was almost in a sadistic way fun for them to get under each others skin just a little. Besides he was great looking which was hard to avoid with a guy you lived with. His stubbles, his clear blue eyes, his dimples, she had seen him at the office and while there was something about seeing him in his tailored suits his much more casual clothes along with his gold watch was still something she found annoyingly attractive. But she tried to push that thought to the back of her head.

After a month living in her apartment, they were sitting on the couch watch telly when the door opened revealing Sean’s mother, she smiled at Y/N and then Sean. Y/N looked to Sean confused, but he just shrugged signally that he did not know his mother was coming by.

“We found out who tried to shoot you. They’re tied up right now. We can go home love.” Marian said relieved and glad to see her other son unharmed and safe. Sean nodded with a smile, a little excited to go home and sleep in his own bed.

“That’s good mom. I’ll pack and we can go.” He said and she smiled as he got up to pack she turned towards Y/N who stood up feeling a little out of place now, but Marian just smiled at her kindly.

“I cannot thank you enough for keeping Sean safe. I hope he was not too much trouble. I don’t know how we can ever repay you. But know that you are always welcome in our home if you need anything.” She said taking her hands in hers and looking Y/N in the eyes clearly meaning every word. Marian would do anything to keep her sons safe, and this woman had helped with that. Y/N just smiled and nodded.

“Thank you. No worries. He was a little annoying in the beginning but he has grown on me. Besides, he knows what he owes me.” She said a little amused and the last part a little louder making sure Sean heard it. Sean chuckled as he shook his head at her. She had kept reminding him. He packed the last things before meeting his mother and Y/N in the hall.

“Yeah yeah, couch and a raise, I know.” He said feigning annoyance but smiled fondly at her, she just chuckled and Marian looked between then a little confused but said nothing.

“Because I don’t want to forget it.” She said a little sarcastically, and he chuckled a little once again.

“Oh, I am not gonna miss that.” He said and she rolled her eyes a little but kept her smile on her face. He smiled at her earnestly now and looked her in the eyes.

“But seriously, thank you, for everything. However reluctantly you did safe my life. So thank you.” He said earnestly, she blushed a little not knowing how to handle him serious all of a sudden, she stood there for a moment clearly happy about how grateful they were not used to being thanked like this. She ended up shoving him lightly out of instinct and just not know how to handle this serious side of him.

“You’re welcome. At least now I can have my maltesers in peace.” She said trying to deflect how weird and awkward and like a school girl with a crush he had just made her feel. He chuckled a little and shook his head, before leaving with his mother.

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They both got back to their normal lives. He started noticing her now that he could go back to the office and they would smile at each other if they did see each other but never talk. It was like an unspoken agreement, that he had his life and she had hers, even if they had both put it on pause for a little month. He somehow missed her couch a little, when he got back to his own bed, it was somehow too soft and he tossed and turned trying to get comfortable in it again. She in turn found herself thinking something sarcastic and turned to say it to him, but stopped herself when she realised it had been a reflex and he was not there anymore. She texted him a picture of her new couch which he had transferred money for. He sent her a smiley back, but they never took it further. He was back in his life. Trying to run a business and a gang while trying to figure out who killed his father. He had too much on his plate, and he definitely did not need anyone knowing there was any more people he cared the slightest about. She hated to admit it, but she was missing him, her small apartment somehow feeling empty without him there. So when she found his shirt with her laundry she first tossed it to a chair nearby thinking she could return it whenever. But that night when she could not fall asleep, missing even his stupid snores, she grabbed the shirt and found herself calmed a little by the familiar scent. He found a black t-shirt that was too small for him, so he figured it was hers he must have grabbed in his haste to pack. He first thought nothing of it but when he could not sleep at night, he found himself reaching for it, it was so familiar now, and somehow calming. He did miss her, and he knew it was stupid and irrational, but he found himself not being able to concentrate and one night he simply had enough. He did not care that it was the middle of the night he got in his car and drove to her apartment, knocking on her door. She opened it and looked at him confused.

“Sean?” She asked and he smiled a little.

“What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning. I have work tomorrow. For your company.” She said sarcastically and he could not help but smile a little more that. He had missed her voice, and her stupid sarcasm.

“Honestly? I fucking missed you. I just, I have so much to do, between work for the company and the other side of it, on top of trying to find out who killed my dad. And yet, I missed you. So much.” He said earnestly but honestly just a little frustrated with himself. She smiled a little and leaned against her doorframe.

“And who says I missed your ass?” She said challenging him and he smirked a little at her for doing that right now. But he looked her over and grinned a little.

“Well for one, that looks like one of my shirts.” He said and she looked down having not realised that was the t-shirt she had grabbed to sleep in. She looked back at him embarrassed but he was looking at her so annoyingly proud. He did like that she had clearly missed him too, why else would she wear his shirt to bed. He liked it on her.

“That proves nothing.” She said crossing her arms in protest refusing like always to let him just win. He stepped forward a little confident, so they stood pretty closely.

“Right. Remember when you told me to lie to you?” He asked and she looked him in the eyes a little shocked. She had tried not to think about that day. She did, but she tried not to.

“What about it?” She asked clearly some cracks in her sarcastic demeanour which he was proud of that he could do still.

“It’s not a lie anymore.” He said looking at her earnestly. He meant it and he wanted to see if she felt the slightest same way. Her eyes widened a little she was surprised by this but tried to gather herself again.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” She asked not really knowing how to respond and just said the first thing that came to mind. He smirked and got closer to her.

“Well, if you’ll let me. This.” He said before gently putting his hand on her cheek. They looked into each other eyes trying to read the other. Before he finally saw no objection and leaned down letting his lips meet hers. It was gentle at first but soon they both started pulling each other closer wanting more. She walked backwards slowly and he slammed the door behind her, not pulling away from her. He might have been disoriented when he first woke up on her couch, but that was nothing to how she was currently clouding all of his thoughts, but this time, he was not complaining.

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oingo233 · 4 years ago

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Rapture is a Boy

Summary: Remus and you have always had a playful, loving relationship but his behavior around the full moon leads you to assume the worst. A huge fight ends with the two of you heartbroken. Will Remus reveal the truth behind his behavior? And will you still love him afterwards or has he truly lost you forever?

Young Remus Lupin x Reader

Warning: some angst sprinkled into this one, get ready for loads of it later, bitches like em’ sad, it’s me, I’m bitches. Also, there are some cuss words, nothing too bad though. Self-doubt, cheating is mentioned.

Authors note: I try to keep my writing(self inserts) gender, body type, ethnicity and house neutral/not specified. If I ever slip up please let me know so that I can change it. Remus’s/3rd POV is italicized, it switches back and forth briefly to better show the relationship and luv. Ahhh to be in love with Remus fricken Lupin....

Word Count: 2.6

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Part One

**** Paper Skies and Butterflies ****

It was so hard to focus with the most tantalizing pair of eyes burning into my back. I’ve felt them from the second my professor started to drawl on about the “rich history of muggles and witches” at the very beginning of class, it was now nearing the end He was currently speaking passionately about the Witch Burnings. I can hear James, Sirius and Remus chatting quietly here and there but never once have those eyes of his left the back of my head.

Remus, your boyfriend was admiring the piece of apparel you stole from him in a rush this morning, one of his favorite sweaters. He almost curses himself for not giving it to you sooner, he thought you looked beautiful.

I try to focus on the lesson at hand “and as you all know, Wendelin the Weird was burned at the stake 47 times. All in, of course, all in a different disguise. No muggle will outsmart a witch everyone, especially not after my class...” He chuckles to himself smartly and this time I do turn back to Remus who rolls his eyes in response to the teacher, he breaks out into a huge grin as I try to hide my laughter.

I wish I could have heard the joke James just told because all 3 boys burst out laughing, only for the Professor to give them a mean look. Remus apologies for the three and they all shrug ‘cooly’ to one another when the class won’t advert their eyes, and continue conversation. I scoff to myself in a laugh of disbelief and wonder, how they’re able to stay so aloof and smart is beyond me. But I’ve spent enough study nights with the whole gang in the library to know that they are more like hard workers than they let on. They’re, in Sirius’s words exactly “...not daft pricks. Just pricks here and there, ya know to spice up the ancient bore that is this school.”

The class is now more on-edge after the Professors mood was slightly damped, and it was for this same reason I decided to fully commit myself to paying attention. But I was finished before I started, his eyes were back on me and now the smile Remus reserved just for me, as all lovers have one, is an image that won’t leave my trap of a mind. I gave up trying to pay attention long before, but a tickle on my cheek brought me back to life with new curiosity.

There, fluttering in front of my face is a beautiful origami butterfly. It lands briefly on my nose and my friend beside me began to giggle, she watched as Remus had his wand out and was instructing the little thing on where to go. His tongue stuck out in concentration but there was a ghost of a smile as he watched me laugh softly. My friends constantly envied our relationship, because they admired moments like these.

The butterfly soars down to my desk and lands, showing off it’s snow white wings before dropping and unfolding itself before me.

You look extra beautiful today. Must be that dazzling sweater you’re wearing. Who would have thought you have such wonderful taste?

-R

I giggle and blush at every sweet word, and yes even the arrogant remark about himself, because it is both funny and rare when he subtly appreciates himself. I just wish he could be as sincere in loving himself as he is to me.

Remus watches you as your blush and smile deepen in vibrancy each time you re-read his note. He could not contain his adoration if he tried, and it was his bright smile in your direction that caught the Professors attention. He watched with narrowed eyes, words still falling from his mouth about wizard and muggle interactions in History. He watched as you smirked, licked your lips, and leaned forward over a piece of paper. You flipped it and wrote a few words on the back before muttering a charm. He started to walk towards you, Remus watched with horror. He tried to signal to you but it was too late. You turned the paper into the shape of a star and it went darting into Remus’s direction. A shooting star.

The class fell awfully quite as I spun around with a devilish smile to see Remus’s reaction, but instead I was met with my professor towering over Remus and prying the note from his hands.

“No, sir-” The professor grunted and Remus spared you a quick look, you shook your head looking desperate. He turned back to your teacher and yanked the note back with a charming smile. “It’s just silly notes, Sir, really,” The class waited, everyone held their breath. When was the last time Remus denied so openly? Pranks. Yes, common business. But this open act of defiance over something as trivial as a note is a rarity from the Remus Lupin.

“Just a silly note then, huh? Wouldn’t mine me peaking at it then, huh, Mr.Lupin?” The teacher stared him down with bitter eyes, I looked at the pair and shrunk down while I spoke.

“S’ alright.” I laugh nervously. Remus hesitantly hands the note over and my face goes red. There was no way I’d let Remus get detention for a silly note, but I might just with the contents inside. I hoped on everything good and holy that he would read it quietly. Not in his head. And not out loud. But luck was laughing and pointing fingers at me today.

“You look extra beautiful today...” The Professor glanced at me from down his nose and under his glasses. “...must be that dazzling sweater your wearing. Who would have thought you have such wonderful taste.” He cleared his throat and Remus smiled softly at me.

“She does,” Remus interjected, I hear some of my friends “awe” and Sirius made a gagging sound, James had half his hand in his mouth trying to stifle his laughter. As if he hadn’t been caught saying more embarrassingly sweet things to Lily. I smile back to Remus, but he titled his head in confusion, his smile faltering slightly, my ‘grin’ came out as more of a grimace.

Did he embarrass you? He thought in horror. But then the professor turned the note to your side and when he started to read Remus knew exactly why your face was flushed and your head hung like a beaten dogs.

“Very dazzling indeed, though I think you’d prefer it-” He once again cleared his throat and now he too, was blushing. “Prefer it off of me. I’ve been thinki-”

“Right Professor, I don’t think that was for you. Quite pedophilic if ya ask me.” Remus fights his own chuckle and mortification, and tries his best to protect you from the onslaught of laughter and embarrassment. The loudest being the howling cackles of Sirius and James. The professor burned red, and grumbled under his breath, shoving the note into Remus’s chest. He quickly pockets it.

I am half packed and ready to run seconds before the bell rang out. I burst past the doors like a bat out of hell and only turn when I hear the joyous laughter of Remus.

“And I thought I ought to be embarrassed bout what I wrote,” He hugged me as I whined into his chest, inhaling his scent and reveling in the calmness it gave me after mortifying chaos.

“Bugger off...” I say, he hugs me closer and lets me bury my still very hot face into his neck, hiding from the whispers of others. “awww.” He hid his chuckles with a kiss to my hairline, but I heard the bastard. I glare at his chest but soften as he squeezes me tight, when a particularly rude laugh echoes through the halls.

He was greatly enjoying the comedy of it, though he wishes it was not at your expense. If it made you feel any better he’d later show you how much he enjoyed your full message to him. “s’ alright love, they’ll have better, more nonsensical things to chat about by the end of lunch.” He says in an attempt to make you feel less anxiety about it all.

I nod at his words, and emerge from his hug with a laugh of my own, hoping it’ll drown out my mortification. But that did not last long.

“What ‘ave ya been thinking of again, (y/n)” James rushes out, as if he’s had it planned since the note was read aloud. He burst into laughter again and Sirius was right beside him, hand clutching his shoulder for support as he just managed to get a remark of his own in.

“Yeah, m’ surprised to see ya still have that sweater of yours on.” Sirius barks out, James doubles over now and Remus pushes the two away.

“You’re pricks, the both of ya.” You four walk down the corridors and though they’re taking the piss out of ya, the 3 boys glare at anyone else who dares to look down at you or call you names.

Today was one for the burn book of course, but I couldn’t help but to enjoy Remus’s warm hand in mine, and the lightheartedness of the group today. For the rest of the evening we met up with Peter and Lily and ‘studied’ which really just became an event of who could make the others laugh the hardest, and who can best re-tell the events of History class for Peter and Lily. It felt as if the sun had worked its way into the room, and shone brightly on the lot of us. Filling us all with warmth and joy. I’ve enjoyed today so much because lately I’m beginning to notice quite an inconsistency in our happy times together.

Remus is very open with me, or at least I always chose to believe such nonsense. I look at him now, illuminated by the common room fire, head thrown back in laughter, shoulders shaking up and down, the flames light dancing across his scars. I’ve never seen something so beautiful. And I’ve never felt something so beautiful, so all-consuming and passionate as our love. I look at him now and want to believe that things are going well between us, but they simply aren’t.

Tomorrow may be like this again, pure bliss infused with some normal teenage drama. Maybe it will be this great even, for a full week. But soon, he will begin to grow distant from me. He will become quieter, and more aggravated towards Snape and others, he’ll pull away from all but James, Sirius, and Peter. But then, those boys too will get distracted, acting weird. Leaving Lily and I to observe and ponder the behavior of the boys, and degrade ourselves quietly as to why they seem to isolate themselves from us.

Sometime soon... it will happen, it always happens. But it never annoyed me to the extent that it has recently until Lucy Diamond, a Witch a grade below us, who started to walk occasionally with Remus in the halls, or to breakfast and flirting. Oh god, the constant flutter of giggles and laughter from the two made me sick. Half the time they’re interactions were brief, but sometimes I’d catch him share a smile with her and spark a long interesting debate about something or humor their conversations in other ways that made my head spin.

Lily assures me that it is just basic human kindness, but she too will glance in confusion at the pair some nights at dinner. Just the thought of Remus cheating on me, makes my throat dry up and my stomach shrivel up and drop with it.

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Remus was pulling away from me again. We walked in silence with the others chatting around us, his eyes were on the moon’s powdered appearance in the still baby blue sky. It was only mid-day. I squeezed his hand and followed his gaze.

“S’ almost a full moon. Beautiful isn’t it?” I smile up at him, he smiles almost sadly down at me, nodding, god I didn’t think it was that bad of an attempt to converse. But then his smile grows and he looks straight into my eyes as he says...

“I’ve seen prettier things in my lifetime.” I laugh, and he can’t help his small chuckle at my blush. He told be it looks beautiful but personally I’ve never liked the whole tomato look. I lean into his side more and bump into him with my hip. He bumps me back and we giggle like school girls through the hall.

Then Snape walks by. Oh Snape, must you be such a dick all the time.

He shoulders into me roughly, if it weren’t for the way Remus held onto me, I would have fallen over.

“Don’t you have eyes Snape, or is the view from so far up your arse blocking everything?” Remus all but growls, we’ve all turned around to face Snape. I tug on Remus’s hand to signal for us to go, I’ve never liked the way Snape and the boys are with one another. But Remus lets go of my hand and steps forwards. Snape sneers down at me.

“I thought whores enjoy being touched. Excuse me (y/n) if I wasn’t rough enough for your liking, I’ll do it much harder next time,” He drawls out smugly, his friends behind him laugh. It was clear he was referencing my very inappropriate note to Remus last week. I burned hot from both anger and embarrassment, I went to defend myself but the voices of all our friends cut me off, beating me to it. And then there was utter silence.

Remus was hunched over, his knuckles already turning red. By his feet lays Snape, crouched on the floor, holding his nose, but not even the make-shift dam of his fingers could stop the flow of blood.

“Bastard! You prick,” Snape hissed, already grabbing for his wand, Remus fisted his hands again and from the corner of my eye I see James whip out his own wand discreetly, Sirius already toe to toe with one of Snape’s goons. Lily ready to spar as well, her own wand gripped tightly in her hand. Peter stood behind us, his fingers twitching and he’s eager to pounce.

But nothing happened. Because the bell rang and students filled the hall, hardly sparing any of us a glance despite the blood on the floor. Snape points his wand at Remus

“You better hope you never see me again Lupin, next time I’m coming straight for you.”

“It’s a small school, I’m looking forward to it.” Remus spits out through gritted teeth. Remus and Snape stare at one another for a long time, and with baited breath I think maybe not even the crowd around us will stop them. Remus looks so angry. I walk softly behind him and slide my hand over his shoulder, and take his hurt hand softly with my own.

“Lets go, my love,” I whisper into his ear. He relaxes only slightly, tugging my hand he leads us out of the halls and rushes me to the entrance of my class before running off without a word. His breathing was rough the whole time, and I watched as Lucy’s eyes follow his figure, and then she is off, racing after him. To calm him down no doubt. My heart turned into slabs of stone and fell down to my toes.

Lily no doubt saw the expression on my face, she walks up to me slowly.

“You should talk to him. No use letting it build up, yeah?” She urges me sweetly, squeezing my shoulder before walking into class. I stare down the hallway long after they are out of sight, I wonder where they have gone? I wonder if they are alone? I shake my head and decide to take Lily’s advice, I will talk to him about it all tomorrow.

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Now I love Lily dearly, and I’m not saying any of what happened next was her fault. In all and every sense, it was my own fault. But the party we threw the night before all hell broke lose, was definitely her idea. And it definitely heavily influenced what I did next....

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monsterbisexual · 2 years ago

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sry i have to be a nerd rn the autism compels me idc lol so in no particular order:

han being just unfrozen from the carbonite n not being able to see n all sick n stuff but still v funny in the scenes at the beginning where jabba sentences em all to death n luke saying he used to live here (tatooine) n han going like "well ur gonna die here u know. convenient" w/e that means. n when he was like so how are we doing, luke says oh abt the same as always n han goes "that bad huh?" (paraphrased n theres more i forgot rn tho)

the way the ending of this trilogy is so joyful n theyre all celebrating cuz they did it they won theres hope!!!! vs ending of the prequels trilogy being like basically everythings gone to shit n its all v tragic n we as viewers who knew going into it anakin would end up darth vader somehow/sometime its inevitable n that bit ive seen from the beginning of the ROTS novelization "This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it." (<= yes i googled it for the exact wording but its so !!!! n the whole intro bit ive read is rly good too it makes me kinda nuts)

ewok violence!!!!!! seriously w/out those lil teddy bear dudes i dont think they wouldve pulled off that mission n i like how many stormtroopers on speeder bikes ended up crashing into trees n exploding

c3po being so anxious n distressed at all times he just wants to chill but hes always gettin thrown into perilous situations :(

also he is gay married to r2d2

both padme before she died in ROTS n luke in this one insisting theres still good in anakin :(((( also that hes a lot like his mom n i feel things abt it in general n cuz he never got to meet her etc :(( but also that being a way bigger deal coming from luke whos only ever known his dad as vader this scary evil guy vs w padme that was her husband!! so . yea luke my special little guy :(( i also luv leia cuz im p sure she'd feel the opposite way if she was the one who was in lukes shoes n got to fight vader i think she wouldnt forgive him n i dont think she'd refuse to keep fighting him n thats also great!!! they are different <3

i kin that guy at jabbas palace who was crying when he saw luke had killed the rancor in self defense i think it was his pet his lil (big dangerous scary) buddy :(

when the ewoks are have the gang surrounded w weapons etc but they think c3po is a god n han's like hey maybe we could use this to our advantage so they dont kill us yknow n then c3po says that wouldnt be Proper n han's like. PROPER? n its cuz its against c3po's programming to impersonate a deity . obviously

leia killing jabba by strangling him w the chain he'd been using to keep her close by him literally 10/10 moment for me. #feminism (disclaimer this Is a joke)

all of R2's expressive beeps n sounds 🥰

"i am a jedi like my father before me" n how luke's compassion for this horrible villain despite everything leads to anakin finally rly fulfilling his chosen one prophecy n bringing balance to the force by killing palpatine to save his son. and yea obviously the emperor being killed is a p big deal for the rebellion n everyone overall

max rebo

so for the 40th anniversary of rotj (starred war) this yr we are getting to see it in theaters actually which is exciting for me n my younger brother was tellin me he watched esb aka the previous movie last night to get ready for today n i jokingly was like "remind me how that ones goes again?" cuz itd been a min since id seen it n he just started giving me like a genuine play by play starting w the 1st scene it was so funny i luv him.. star wars autism runs in the family <3 (hes probs not but his encyclopedic knowledge is even more insane than mine cuz he Remembers everything n also that movie he was tellin me abt is his super fav one i think)

#some are silly some are me taking things v seriously lol #ok here u go #p

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127.

Bold the ones that you know of!

2000

1.Who Let The Dogs Out? -Baha Men

2. All The Small Things -Blink 182

3. Amazed -Lonestar

4. Oops, I Did It Again -Britney Spears

5. Graduation -Vitamin C

6. Bye, Bye, Bye -N*Sync

7. Independent Woman -Destiny’s Child

8. Let’s Make Love – Tim McGraw and Faith Hill

9. Zombie Nation – Kernkraft 4000

10. I Turn To You – Christina Aguilera

11. I Knew I Loved You – Savage Garden

12. It’s My Life – Bon Jovi

13. Breathe – Faith Hill

14. Shake Your Bon-Bon – Ricky Martin

15. Blue (Da Ba Dee) – Eiffel 65

16. Goobye Earl – Dixie Chicks

17. Let’s Get Married – Jagged Edge

18. The Bad Touch – Bloodhound Gang

19. The Real Slim Shady – Eminem

20. Say My Name – Destiny’s Child

21. It’s Gonna Be Me – N*Sync

22. Party Up – DMX

23. Sexual (Li Da Di) – Amber

24. Country Grammar – Nelly

25. Aaron’s Party (Come Get It) – Aaron Carter

2001

1. Hanging By A Moment -Lifehouse

2. Allin’ -Alicia Keys

3. All For You -Janet

4. If You’re Gone -Matchbox Twenty

5. I’M Real -Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule

6. Drops Of Jupiter (Tell Me) -Train

7. Let Me Blow Ya Mind -Eve ft. Gwen Stefani

8. Thank You -Dido

9. Hit ‘Em Up Style (Oops!) -Blu Cantrell

10. Independent Women Part I -Destiny’s Child

11. Again -Lenny Kravitz

12. It’S Been Awhile -Staind

13. Stutter -Joe ft. Mystikal

14. It Wasn’T Me’ -Shaggy ft. Ricardo “RikRok” Ducent

15. U Remind Me -Usher

16. Where The Party At -Jagged Edge With Nelly

17. Angel -Shaggy Featuring Rayvon

18. Ride Wit Me -Nelly Featuring City Spud

19. Peaches & Cream -112

20. Follow Me -Uncle Kracker

21. Drive -Incubus

22. What Would You Do? -Alicia Keys

23. Survivor -Destiny’s Child

24. Lady Marmalade -Christina Aguilera, Lil’ Kim, Mya & Pink

25. Ms. Jackson -OutKast

2002

1. A Moment Like This – Kelly Clarkson

2. Hot In Herre – Nelly

3. Complicated – Avril Lavigne

4. Girlfriend – N Sync & Nelly

5. Sk8er Boi – Avril Lavigne

6. Can’t Fight The Moonlight – LeAnn Rimes

7. Dirrty – Christina Aguilera

8. A Thousand Miles – Vanessa Carlton

9. Heaven – DJ Sammy

10. Gimme The Light – Sean Paul

11. The World’s Greatest – R Kelly

12. Jenny From The Block – Jennifer Lopez Featuring Jadakiss & Styles

13. Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American) – Toby Keith

14. Goodbye To You – Michelle Branch

15. Can’t Get You Out Of My Head – Kylie Minogue

16. The Game Of Love – Santana Featuring Michelle Branch

17. Young’n (Holla Back) – Fabolous

18. She Hates Me – Puddle Of Mudd

19. Starry Eyed Surprise – Oakenfold Featuring Shifty Shellshock

20. The Middle – Jimmy Eat World

21. Say I Yi Yi – Ying Yang Twins

22. Just A Friend 2002 – Mario

23. Hey Baby – No Doubt and Bounty Killer

24. Work It – Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott

25. U Don’t Have To Call – Usher

2003

1. In Da Club -50 Cent

2. Crazy in Love -Beyonce w. Jay-Z

3. Get Busy -Sean Paul

4. When I’m Gone -Three Doors Down

5. Ignition -R Kelly

6. Baby Boy -Beyonce w. Sean Paul

7. This is the Night -Clay Aiken

8. Bring Me To Life -Evanescence

9. Right Thurr -Chingy

10. Unwell -Matchbox Twenty

11. Picture -Kid Rock w. Sheryl Crow

12. Drift Away -Uncle Kracker & Dobie Gray

13. Get Low -Lil’ John & The East Side Boyz

14. Beautiful -Christina Aguilera

15. I’m With You -Avril Lavigne

16. Miss You -Aalyiah

17. 21 Questions -50 Cent & Nate Dogg

18. Shake Ya Tailfeather Nelly -P. Diddy and Murphy Lee

19. All I Have -Jennifer Lopez & LL Cool J

20. I Know What You Want -Busta Rhymes & Mariah Carey

21. Magic Stick -Lil’ Kim w. 50 Cent

22. Bump Bump Bump -B2K and P. Diddy

23. Flying Without Wings -Ruben Studdard

24. Here Without You -3 Doors Down

25. Work It -Missy Elliot

2004 (my birth year !! )

1. Yeah! -Usher

2. Burn -Usher

3. This Love -Maroon 5

4. The Way You Move -Outkast

5. If I Ain’t Got You -Alecia Keys

6. Hey Ya! -Outkast

7. I Don’t Wanna Know -Mario Winans

8. The Reason -Hoobastank

9. Confessions Part II -Usher

10. My Immortal -Evanescence

11. Naughty Girl -Beyonce

12. Let’s Get It Started -Black Eyed Peas

13. My Boo -Usher and Alecia Keys

14. She Will Be Loved -Maroon 5

15. The First Cut Is the Deepest -Sheryl Crow

16. Toxic -Britney Spears

17. Someday -Nickelback

18. I Believe -Fantasia

19. Breakaway -Kelly Clarkson

20. Slow Jamz -Twista

21. Dirt Off Your Shoulder -Jay-Z

22. Freak-A-Leek -Petey Pablo

23. The Way -Clay Aiken

24. Numb -Linkin’ Park

25. Dip It Low -Christina Milian

2005

1. We Belong Together -Mariah Carey

2. Let Me Love You -Mario

3. Since U Been Gone -Kelly Clarkson

4. Hollaback Girl -Gwen Stefani

5. Boulevard of Broken Dreams -Greenday

6. Don’t Cha -The Pussycat Dolls and Busta Rhymes

7. Candy Shop -50 Cent

8. 1, 2, Step -Ciara and Missy Elliot

9. Gold Digger -Kanye West

10. Don’t Phunk With My Heart -The Black Eyed Peas

11. Drop It Like It’s Hot -Snoop Dogg

12. Shake It Off -Mariah Carey

13. Disco Inferno -50 Cent

14. Behind These Hazel Eyes -Kelly Clarkson

15. Beverly Hills -Weezer

16. Just a Lil Bit -50 Cent

17. Lose Control -Missy Elliot

18. How We Do -The Game & 50 Cent

19. You & Me -Lifehouse

20. Soldier -Destiny’s Child

21. Rich Girl -Gwen Stefani

22. Mr. Brightside -The Killers

23. Oh -Ciara and Ludacris

24. Pon De Replay -Rihanna

25. Hate It Or Love It -The Game and 50 Cent

2006

1. Sexyback – Justin Timberlake

2. Hips Don’t Lie – Shakira featuring Wyclef Jean

3. Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado featuring Timbaland

4. Everytime We Touch – Cascada

5. Temperature – Sean Paul

6. S.O.S. – Rihanna

7. Beep – Pussy Cat Dolls

8. Waiting On The World To Change – John Mayer

9. Pump It – Black Eyed Peas

10. You’re Beautiful – James Blunt

11. Maneater – Nelly Furtado

12. Single – Natasha Bedingfield

13. What Hurts the Most – Rascall Flatts

14. Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It – Dem Franchise Boys

15. Walk Away – Kelly Clarkson

16. It’s Goin’ Down – Young Joc

17. Dance, Dance -Fall Out Boy

18. Smack That – Akon & Eminem

19. I Write Songs, Not Tragedies – Panic! At the Disco

20. We’re All In This Together – High School Musical Cast

21. Ms. New Booty – Bubba Sparx

22. How To Save A Life – The Fray

23. Rompe – Daddy Yankee

24. Check On It – Beyonce Featuring Slim Thugg

25. Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol

2007

1. The Sweet Escape -Gwen Stefani & Akon

2. Girlfriend -Avril Lavigne

3. Irreplaceable -Beyonce

4. Before He Cheats -Carrie Underwood

5. Crank Dat -Soulja Boy

6. Rehab -Amy Winehouse

7. Umbrella -Rhianna

8. Hey There Delilah -Plain White T’s

9. Glamorous -Fergie

10. I Wanna Luv U -Akon

11. Bubbly -Colbie Caillat

12. Walk It Out -Unk

13. Don’t Matter -Akon

14. Fergalicious -Fergie

15. Lip Gloss -Lil Mama

16. Candyman -Christina Aguilera

17. Break It Off -Rhianna

18. S.O.S. -Jonas Brothers

19. Stronger -Kanye West

20. Thks Fr Th Mmrs -Fall Out Boy

21. Pop, Lock and Drop It -Huey

22. Shut Up and Drive -Rhianna

23. Because of You -Ne-Yo

24. Home -Daughtry

25. Tattoo -Jordan Sparks

2008

1. So What – Pink

2. Just Dance – Lady Gaga

3. Leavin’ – Jesse McCartney

4. I’m Yours – Jason Mraz

5. Gives You Hell – All-American Rejects

6. Damaged – Danity Kane

7. Shake It – Metro Station

8. Love Story – Taylor Swift

9. When I Grow Up – Pussycat Dolls

10. I Kissed A Girl – Katy Perry

11. Don’t Stop The Music – Rihanna

12. Burnin’ Up – Jonas Brothers

13. Low – Flo Rida featuring T-Pain

14. Calabria – Enur featuring Natasja

15. Love Like This – Natasha Bedingfield and Sean Kingston

16. 7 Things – Miley Cyrus

17. Lollipop – Lil Wayne

18. Pocketful of Sunshine – Natasha Bedingfield

19. Circus – Britney Spears

20. Summertime – New Kids On The Block

21. Our Song- Taylor Swift

22. All Summer Long – Kid Rock

23. Closer – Ne-Yo

24. Viva La Vida – Coldplay

25. See You Again – Miley Cyrus

2009

1. Boom Boom Pow – Black Eyed Peas

2. I Gotta Feeling – Black Eyed Peas

3. I Know You Want Me (Calle Oche) – Pitbull

4. You Belong With Me – Taylor Swift

5. Lovegame – Lady Gaga

6. Don’t Trust Me – 3OH3!

7. Please Don’t Leave Me – Pink

8. Right Round – Flo-Rida

9. Poker Face – Lady Gaga

10. Goodbye – Kristinia Debarge

11. Say Hey – Evan Taubenfeld Michael Franti & Spearhead

12. New Divide – Linkin Park

13. The Climb – Miley Cyrus

14. Best I Ever had – Drake

15. Good Girls Go Bad – Cobra Starship Featuring Leighton Meester

16. Lucky – Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillet

17. Waking Up In Vegas – Katy Perry

18. Paranoid – Jonas Brothers

19. Wanted – Jessie James

20. Fire Burning – Sean Kingston

21. Not Meant To Be – Theory of a Deadman

22. Love, Sex and Magic – Ciara & Justin Timberlake

23. Use Somebody – Kings of Leon

24. Day N Nite – Kid Cuti

25. Hoedown Throwdown – Miley Cyrus (they let us learn the dance at res)

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