#and I don’t have the first fucking clue

[catherinnn]

This kinda inspired by one of your enemies to lovers stories where eddie says “you wouldn’t be able to handle me” but reader instead says “oh yeah i couldn’t handle the two-centimeter-pussy-defeater bc id because i would be too busy laughing my ass off at your angry half inch.”

Sorry i have been holding that one in for quite some time 😤

Beg for it

enemies to lovers - one bed trope - eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT +18, piv, oral ( f & m), choking, degradation, unprotected sex (don't do this, this is fiction), porn with plot, fluffy at the end.

a/n: thank you for requesting babe, hope you love it!

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“Game night at my place, the whole group will be there” Steve announces after greeting you. You went to visit him and Robin since you were already near the place. Also, maybe you could find a movie to watch tonight.

“Ugh, really? They all said yes already?” you ask.

“If you’re expecting me to say that Munson hasn’t, then I have bad news” he confirms.

“Fuck”

“You’re not even trying to be friends at this point” he complains.

“It’s impossible with him being so mean all the time” you tried to defend yourself but Robin was quick to refute your statement.

“You sure are mean to him as well, don’t act so innocent”

“Well, he started it! I didn’t even know him and he started with the jokes and asshole comments” you weren’t lying.

You were new in town, and new at the summer job your dad had found for you. He wanted you to already have some experience at working so you could make a better curriculum later. There was were you met Nancy and instantly became good friends. So much so that she had introduced you to her friend group she has had for years already. Steve, Nance, Jonathan, Robin and Eddie. The former four had been sweethearts to you since you first met them, easily becoming good friends as well. The problem was with the latter. The night Nancy had introduced you to everyone, he started being a little distant and cold towards you. You tried not to feel offended since he could just be shy or introverted, but then he started throwing snide comments and sarcastic mocking your way. You were not going to sit there and take that, so you equally threw cutting remarks at him.

That’s how the current war with him started. And that’s why your friends keep insisting with this forced proximity, so we could all be a happy family.

But it was useless, you and Eddie do agree on that.

The game night arrived that Friday. You were at the Harrington household with several board games awaiting on the table. Battleship, Clue, Guess Who, Monopoly, Scrabble, you name it.

“We wanted to make different groups and play all of these, then see which team is the best” Robin explains. “Steve and me will be team one” she says as she writes that in the whiteboard. They really went all out, since we could all be pretty competitive.

“Group two!” Jonathan exclaims quickly grabbing Nancy’s hand.

“Wait… no, definitely not” You start complaining after realizing that would mean you’re stuck with Eddie.

 “No way! I’m not teaming up with her, she’ll make us lose at everything” he complains as well.

“I will? I think the actual loser here it’s you”

“Oh, am I now-?” The metal-head starts responding when Steve steps in, cutting him off.

“Okay! Stop yelling, we’re not even playing yet! The teams have been chosen, try and be faster next time”

“We’ll start with Guess Who” Robin announces.

As the game progressed, the bickering continued.

"Does your person have brown hair?" Eddie asks Nancy and Jonathan, who nod.

You reach over to flip down the characters with blond or red hair "See, this is why we should’ve picked someone with a hat, it's less obvious"

Eddie rolled his eyes "Oh, please. Like your guess was any better. We’re losing here!” Eddie complains.

"Only if you keep making terrible guesses" you shoot back.

"Does your person have a hat?" you ask the other team.

"No"

"Still think the hat was a good idea?" Eddie raised an eyebrow at you.

"It was strategic" you huff, flipping down the characters with hats.

After playing most of the board games you had, you were tied with the second group, Steve and Robin had already lost.

“Last but not least, to decide the winner of this evening, I present… battleship” Robin announces once more.

"You sure you can keep up with this game? It requires more than just a pretty face" Eddie asks you.

"Don’t worry, I have enough brains to make up for your lack of them" you respond.

“Quit it, start playing” Steve orders.

"Let's just get this over with" you roll your eyes.

They set up the Battleship boards, each team carefully arranging their ships. Eddie and you hunched over the board, whispering fiercely.

"Put the battleship here" he insist, pointing to the top left corner.

"No, it’s too obvious. Let’s hide it in the middle"

"Fine, but when they hit it right away don’t blame me" he groans.

As the game progressed, your bickering intensified.

"B6" Jonathan called out.

You glance at the board and softly nod your head "Hit"

Eddie leans closer, his voice a teasing whisper, "I told you the corner was better"

"Just focus"

When it was your turn, Eddie called out "G4"

Nancy checks their board, "Miss"

You smirk "Looks like your guess wasn’t so great either"

Eddie rolls his eyes "Just wait"

A few rounds later, it was your turn again.

"E5" Eddie calls out.

"Miss" Nancy announces.

"I told you they wouldn’t put it there" you huff.

"Like you’ve done any better"

"How about C3?" you roll your eyes.

"Fine, C3" Eddie sighs.

"Hit" Jonathan says between his teeth.

"See? I told you" you smirk.

"Don’t get cocky, princess"

The tension built as the game neared its end, each team with only one ship left.

"Last shot, let's go with G3" Eddie says

You nod.

"You sunk our battleship" Jonathan confirms after a long sigh.

“YES!”

“COME ONN” both you and Eddie shout in excitement and before even thinking about it you hug tightly.

Robin and Steve watch the scene with wide eyes and smirks on their faces.

And the second your bodies touch each other you realize what you’re actually doing. The hug only lasts few seconds before you both back away awkwardly.

“See? You actually do make a pretty good team” Robin comments.

“Only because I took the last shot” Eddie says.

“Oh please, if it were up to you we’d still be guessing corners” you reply.

"And if it were up to you, we'd be stuck in the middle forever”

Your friends roll their eyes as the bickering continued. And as you act indifferent, you try not think about how you had to stand on the tip of your toes to wrap your arms around his neck, or how soft his hair had felt touching your skin.

His frizzy and chaotic hair. But so curly and soft.

--

Couple of weeks after that night had passed, you hung out with the guys almost every weekend. You favorite nights were the ones Eddie was busy and couldn’t make it. Like tonight.

“Pass the salt, please” Nancy asks Robin. You all went out to have dinner together. Not all actually, Jonathan was too busy as well, him you did miss.

“It’s like we’re having a girl’s night!” you say excitedly and both girls laugh as well.

“No, you’re not about to count me in as a girl” He complains.

“Oh please, you have better hair than me!” Robin comments and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m just teasing, jeez! Someone has their panties in a twist!” you joke.

“Are you on your period or something?” Nancy joins in sarcastically.

“Alright, not even funny” Steve interrupts. “Let's focus. I think we should keep planning the trip, even though we’re not all here tonight”

“Don’t even mention it. I miss Jonathan so much, he’s been so busy lately. I think he really needs a break” Nancy complains and Robin agrees with her.

“I know, it’s really noticeable when Eddie’s not here either”

“Oh yeah, he’s the one I miss. His irritating voice and loud comments. His annoying essence it’s what’s missing here!” you joke but they don’t find it funny.

“We’ve been through this, you’re gonna have to learn to like each other”

“Sure sure, so… the trip?” you change the topic acting foolish.

“Yeah, I liked the hiking option. We always go to the lake every summer, we should change it up” Nancy votes. You’ve never went to any lake with them since this is the first year you’re joining them. But they had told some stories about this hidden lake they usually go to in summer.

“I think so too, plus we should do something different since we have a new integrant” Steve comments smiling at you. Robin and you also agree to go with that option.

The guys make sure of telling the rest everything you have agreed on that night. You’ve settled on where to go hiking and the cabin that would be waiting for you at night.

A few weeks later you're all set to go.

The trip to get there was...

Steve and Jonathan took turns driving. "You must be a really shitty driver if no one here trusts you behind the wheel" you notice and tell Eddie.

"I'm not a bad driver, princess. Maybe we could go for a drive sometime and you could judge for yourself! We'll call it a date" Eddie teases you the way he knows will shut you up, it always worked. As soon as he started flirting with you, it was like you got shy all of the sudden. Replying with some nonsense that would make Eddie laugh harder because he knew he had won.

"I'd rather get eaten by a shark" you respond ignoring the nervousness that ran through your body.

"Alright, we still have a few hours ahead of us, and I'm not gonna make them with you two bickering the whole way there. So calm down" Steve —or actually, mom Steve— told you off.

Once you got to the cabin, you parked the car, settled everything down, ate something and got ready for today's hiking exercise.

Eddie was never a big fan of sports, so he knew that after an hour or so of hiking —no matter how slow they were walking or how much water he was drinking— he would just start to stay a little behind. Not a lot, but definitely the last on the row.

Also, he started to get bored. Eddie was chatting with Jonathan, but he started to take pictures of every little plant or flower he saw, and the higher you got, the more pictures of the view he wanted to take.

So Eddie started to walk in silence, taking notice of other little things, like the fact that you and Steve look pretty close and pretty giggly with each other since you started hiking. But not only that, obviously, it's not like he's jealous or anything. For him to be jealous he would have to like you in the first place, and there was no way Eddie wants you.

You're the obvious person to like; everyone in Hawkins is already smitten with you. Every guy has a crush on you because you're undeniably beautiful. He knew from the first moment he saw you that you'd never go for a guy like him. So, to keep himself from showing any sign that he wanted you, he did the opposite —he started to hate you.

So he is definitely not jealous. He was only noticing that like he noticed the colourful rocks that he walked by, or the clouds in the sky, or the way those shorts hug your body so nicely.

But he keeps hearing your laughter every ten seconds. Was Steve really being that funny, or you were acting all giggly for him? Did you like Steve? It certainly seems like you do.

You, however, were having so much fun. In the middle of a funny story Steve was telling you about some guy who tried to flirt with Robin at work and the look on her face not knowing how to tell him she didn’t like him —or well, any men for that matter.

The forest path was rugged, but you welcomed the challenge at first, feeling the cool morning air on your skin. However, after a while, your legs began to protest, your breath came in shorter gasps. It was hard to keep up with Steve. Swimmer and football player Steve. So you had to slow down a little, now walking alongside Eddie.

“What’s the matter, princess? Can’t keep up?” he teases with a mocking tone.

“You literally got behind sooner than me” you answer, shaking your head. “If anyone’s slow here, it’s you”

“But it looks like we're both walking together now, so who's really winning?” Eddie chuckles, unfazed by your sharp reply as his eyes twinkle with amusement.

You decide to ignore him. How foolish of you to think that he would accept that silence.

“So what’s the deal between you and Steve? You looked pretty cozy back there. You’re not very subtle, you know”

“There’s no deal with Steve, we were just talking” you roll your eyes, irritation flaring up.

"Right, just talking" he says, his tone dripping with scepticism. "You’re so obvious, it's almost painful to watch"

“Why don’t you stop jumping to conclusions and mind your own business” 

“Ohh, is the princess mad at me now? I’m so scared!” he grins, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re impossible” you say almost to yourself.

You kept walking for a few more hours, taking occasional breaks to catch your breath and sip some water. The trail seemed endless, but the beauty of the forest made it worth the effort.

As you trudged along, you noticed the sky darkening. Grey clouds, rolling in with alarming speed. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves more aggressively.

A man in uniform hurrying down the trail called you out. "Hey, you guys need to find shelter! A big storm is coming in fast. There's no way you'll make it back down in time"

Panic start to appear in all of your eyes.

“Wait? Seriously?” Nancy asks.

“Yes! There’s a motel that’s a few minutes away, to your left” the guy informs you. “I don’t know how much room they have left, cause I’ve been sending some people there already. But you should go now”

Finally after quickening your pace, you spot the outline of a motel nestled among the trees. You hurry towards it. As you approach, you see the motel was old but resistant.

You reach the door and push it open, stumbling inside just as the storm unleashed its full fury. Inside, it was dim and musty, but at least it was dry.

“Hello, uh, we need room for six, please” Nancy is the first one to get to the register and talk to the old woman who was reading a newspaper as if she hadn’t heard you coming in.

“$70 the night” she answers without even looking up at you.

“Uhh… okay, we’ll take it” Nancy says and as you all reach for you wallets, the woman gives you three keys.

“There’s only three rooms left, two with queen beds and one with two separate single beds” she speaks again, as slowly as she can apparently.

“SEPARATE BED” Robin shouts fast.

“ME TOO” Steve is quickly to join her on calling dibs for that room. Not wanting to share a bed.

“Wait! No!” you complain. “Why would you get it just cause you screamed?”

“We called dibs, sorry sweetie” Robin explains.

“But that’s not fair, we should have discussed it!” Eddie joins in.

“Too late” Steve says handing the money to the woman and taking the key of their room.

“Come on guys, maybe they have a couch” Jonathan tries to make you feel better as he also pays and picks a key to their room.

“Are you actually making us share a bed?!” you ask them offended.

“Maybe it’ll help you become friends!” Robin tells you.

After paying and grabbing that stupid key, you all go to your rooms. As you walk in you notice that, in fact, there is no couch.

“Fuck” Eddie complains once again. “I’ll take the floor, let’s just find some blankets that I can sleep on”

And you turn that room upside down trying to find some. But the only blanket in the room is the –only– one on the bed.

“There’s nothing here!” you sit on the bed admitting defeat. “We’re both gonna have to sleep on the bed. I’m gonna freeze without a blanket and you can’t sleep on the bare floor, you’d freeze too”

“If you wanted to sleep with me, you could’ve just said so” Eddie jokes.

“Not now, Munson! Really not in the mood!”

After each getting ready for bed, you start building a wall of pillows in the middle. Separating his part of the bed from yours.

“I bet you wouldn’t make Steve have a wall of pillows” he mumbles, but you’re able to hear him nonetheless.

“Did you not listen when I said not now?!”

“See, that’s the problem with you. You think you can just walk in here acting like you own the fucking place. Newsflash, princess, not everyone is going to fall at your feet following your little orders!” Eddie gets mad for real this time, but so are you.

“I’m so sorry for trying to make this less uncomfortable! Actually, if you want I’ll even cuddle you while we sleep!”

“Shut up” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“No really, we should even make out before sleeping while we’re at it! Maybe that’ll prove to you that I don’t fucking like Steve”

“Yeah, you wish” Eddie comments.

“Actually, I think you wish. Giving that you’re always trying to flirt with me when we argue and giving how jealous you seem to be about Steve” you notice.

“I’m not fucking jealous. And you’re the one suggesting to fucking make out!”

“See, I think you do want to. You’re just too much of a pussy to even admit it” you whisper close to his face.

“Oh my God, princess!” Eddie starts laughing arrogantly. “You wouldn’t even be able to handle me”

“Oh yeah, you’re right! I could not handle your two centimetres because I would be too busy laughing my ass off at your angry half inch” you respond at his face.

But he doesn’t say anything back. He just looks at you. His jaw clenching, eyes darkening, breath heaving.

Before you can react, he closes the distance in one swift, aggressive movement. Gripping your arms tightly, he kissed you fiercely and angrily, his lips bruising against yours, as if trying to channel all the pent-up emotions into that kiss.

To say that you're shocked would be an understatement. But you did kiss him back. How could you not? With all the ardor and sentiment that he was putting into that kiss?

That fucking kiss.

After he felt your lips moving along with his in a dance, he let all the anger go. The kiss became passionate and intense instead of angry. Like you were finally letting go. Stopped overthinking and finally giving in.

You didn't need to talk. You didn't want to. Instead, you put one hand on his haw and the other on his hair, feeling it in between your fingers, bringing him even closer.

He sighs, holding a grunt as he feels you play with his hair. His hands move lower to your hips, feeling the upper part of your body in the process.

A fight for dominance is held up between you two. He bites your lip harshly, and you let out a little gasp that allows him to win. He's playing dirty. You're not surprised.

He starts to push you down slowly, so you're lying on the bed with him on top of you.

Your hands travel lower as well as you feel his back. You wonder if he has any tattoos there as well.

He dares to leave your lips alone as he lowers his kisses to your jaw and then your neck. He kisses and bites and licks all over your neck. You can bet that he is leaving marks as purple as a grape.

It turns you both on even more.

Eddie feels like he's flying. He's even touching the clouds. Marking you all up is only an image that haunts him in his fantasies. Like when he can't sleep, or is in the shower, or after fighting with you all evening and you're looking so beautiful and you're being such a brat. That's when he imagines leaving you all bruised out. But he's actually doing it right now, and he's going feral.

You start to feel like you're too dressed. His hands go under your shirt, and he starts to pull it up. You pull your arms up as well so he can take it off. His kisses keep traveling lower on your body. Your chest, your shoulders, the top of your breasts. He stops there. Making out with one of your nipples over the lace of your bra while pinching the other. You start moaning, your hips move searching friction on your core, and he lowers his hips so you can start dry humping him.

You feel his smirk against your sensitive skin as well as his hard on against your centre. Mocking your desperation. You're not surprised.

He moves up, meeting face to face once again. "So desperate for me, aren't you princess?" he whispers so closely to you face you can feel his lips moving and his evil smile too.

He watches you breath hard and your legs trying to close searching for that friction in between once more.

"Ask me nicely and I'll take care of you" he proposes and you roll your eyes.

You can't. You won't.

"Beg for it, princess" he tries again. "Let me hear you"

You shake your head. You're playing difficult, but Eddie likes a challenge.

"No? You're not gonna beg for me? Alright princess, you know what I'm gonna do?" he pauses to think. "I'm gonna make you cum so fast on my tongue you'll be embarrassed, and then you'll know how much of a desperate slut you can be for me"

You want to laugh and tell him off, but you are so intrigued by his confidence at the same time. You settle for a defiant look thrown at him, he catches it and smirks again. Something tells you you'll be seeing that smirk quite a lot tonight.

He unhooks your bra and throws it somewhere in the room, he squeezes your tits and caresses your nipples making a mental note to keep playing with them later. His hands travel down to your pants which are the next item being thrown away inside the room.

He takes a second to admire the view of you only on those white panties and he feels his cock jump. He proceeds to take your underwear off too, but this item is put inside his back pocket.

He puts your legs over his shoulders and lowers to be closer to your pussy. He bites his lip admiring how fucking pretty and perfect it looks. He wastes no more time and dives in.

He licks it and kisses it and sucks on it drunk on your taste. He fucking makes out with your clit and has you meowing and arching back like a damn cat.

His hands grab your thighs so hard he's probably leaving marks there too. He sighs and hums and laughs against your pussy hearing your pretty moans.

He looks up at you as you look down at him and you both feel like you could just cum at the sight alone. Your cheeks blushed, eyes watery, hair a mess, lips swollen and little moans are still coming out of them. He looks up at you while still sucking on your clit so fucking good. His eyes are covered by his bangs so you reach to move them to the side. His puppy eyes look straight at you, his hair is also a mess, and his hands are gripping you with so much force his skin as well as yours becomes whiter. And his rings feel cold and addictive against you.

You try to fight your orgasm but looking at him makes it impossible. It hits all throughout your body so good that you cry out his name as you pull on his hair.

As you catch your breath, he sits up and washes all your wetness off his face with the back of his hand, all that with a big smirk on so proud of himself.

"Still doubting me?"

You grunt, annoyed, and bring him closer. You pull his shirt over his head and take a second to admire his bare chest and arms covered in tattoos. You unbutton and unzip his pants. He's just watching you act so desperate for him to undress, enjoying every second of it like the cocky motherfucker he can be.

"Need help?" he whispers on your ear, and you nod with a pout. He stands up and takes his pants of slowly.

"These too?" he asks, signalling his boxers. You nod as you feel even hotter paying attention to the big tent he has on them.

He puts them down too, standing up proudly as you look at his big cock. "Half inch you said?" he teases you, and you look up at him as if telling him to shut the fuck up.

You sit up facing his dick. You grab it gently as you keep looking at it. How is it so... pretty? How the fuck does Eddie manages to be pretty everywhere. Even what you thought could not be pretty. He manages to make it look beautiful.

A mischievous thought crosses your mind. And you start leaving some kisses on the tip. Even a lick here and there.

He gasps unexpectedly. You put the tip in your mouth, moving your tongue around it. He lets out a little moan. You look up at him, he's already looking at you. And you proceed to slowly put all of it in your mouth while maintaining eye contact. His tip touches your throat, and you have to fight a gag. You still have a full fist grabbing the rest that didn't fit your mouth. He moans again at your little show. You close your eyes and start moving your head up and down. Eddie moans louder this time, and hands stop your movements.

"As much as I enjoy this, princess, and I really fucking am" he lets you know. "I want to cum once I'm inside of your perfect little pussy, can I?"

You take him out of your mouth with a 'pop' at the end and look at him defiantly once again. "Beg for it" you challenge him feeling proud of yourself.

He laughs. "Are you seriously telling me to beg for it while you're still practically on your knees for me?"

You won't let him win this one, so you lay back again resting on your elbows. "Beg for it"

He takes a big breath in ogling over all of your body on display for him and only him. He'll let you win this one because his dick is throbbing at the sight before him.

His hands travel up your legs and your hips to your waist. "Please, princess" he says once his face is closer to yours.

"Please, let me fuck you so good" he starts humping his dick against your pussy which makes you both gasp.

"Please, please, please" he kisses your cheek to sugar-coat you.

"Eddieee" you move your pelvis up and down against him. "Do it, put it in"

And he wastes no time to do so. Pushing his tip inside and you both gasp. He bites his lip and thrusts to enter you completely.

"Oh, fuck" your head is thrown back and you lay back down. He feels so big and so fucking good in you.

"Mhh, fuck princess" he lowers his body to be chest to chest with you. "You feel so good baby, so tight around me"

You have to bite your tongue to stop you from moaning his name, you can't keep inflating his ego.

"Don't get all quiet now. You're always talking and the one time I wanna hear you..." he teases you.

"Earn it" you manage to get out. It's ironic how your lips are almost bleeding from how hard you're biting on them to stop you from moaning as hard as you want to, but you still tell him to fuck you better.

Eddie knows what you're doing, but he likes playing with you too. So he accepts the challenge.

He gets up on his knees against the bed and takes your legs to pull you closer to him. You instantly wrap them around his hips. He wraps a hand around your throat and he looks like he's about to say something, but instead, he enters you again. A moan escapes from your mouth instantly, and you see his big smirk back.

He starts a hard and fast pace with his thrusts as you hear his sighs against your ear. You can't help the whines and moans that escape you now. Your hands go to his back scratching him, and pulling at his hair, but it only makes him moan harder.

He lowers his head to your breasts once again and keeps kissing them as he fucks you. You arch back again, because you can feel him everywhere. And he feels so so good.

He feels you clench around his dick and he thinks he could just cum right now. So he starts playing with your clit with his fingers.

"Eddiee... 'm so closee" you whine pulling him somehow even closer.

"Yeah? You are?" you nod desperately. "Beg for it" he whispers and smirks right after saying it.

You roll your eyes but it doesn't take much to convince you this time.

"Please, Eddie," he was about to tell you that you can do better, but beat him to it. "Please baby, you feel so good inside of me, so big. Eddie, please"

Eddie has to stop himself from cuming -which he almost does. "Cum for me, baby"

And you do. Your orgasm hits even harder than the first one. You gasp and whine without even thinking about it.

Few seconds after that, Eddie can't take it anymore. He feels you clench even harder while you cum and it becomes too much. So he lets go too while moaning your name against your skin.

You take a few seconds to catch your breaths when you feel Eddie pull out —and after admiring how his cum drips out of your pussy— he gets up, puts on his boxers and goes to the bathroom, only to come back with a wet towel to clean you up. To say he surprised you again was an understatement. Who would have thought he would be so careful?

After you go to the bathroom as well —with wobbly legs Eddie smirks about— and change into some comfy clothes, you both lay down. No wall pillow this time. And are quick to fall asleep after all the exercise you did today.

The next morning wasn’t so sweet. Loud knocking on your bedroom’s door accompanied a loud Robin telling you to get up already.  

Waking up all curled up with him was bound to happen. But if someone would have told you yesterday morning that today you would be waking up with Eddie Munson spooning you, you would have laughed at their face.

But here you are, and to be honest, it had been a while since you slept so peacefully.

You feel him groaning against the skin of your shoulder, holding you tighter.

You slowly opened your eyes to accustom to the light.

“Did you end up killing each other last night?! Answer me!” Robin shouts again from the other side of the door.

“Certainly feels like it” Eddie murmurs and laughs at his own joke.

“We’re awake! Calm down!” you let her know.

“We have to leave so then we can breakfast, so hurry up!” she lets you know.

You get up and start tiding up. Eddie is slower, he sits on the bed barely opening one eye to look at you and smiles. “Good morning, princess”

You look at him and a little smirk escapes from your lips. “Hey” you greet him shyly.

You both start changing to get down and tidy everything down. After you both brush your teeth, you go to pick up your backpack but he stops you to pull you in close to him.

“Good morning” he says again with his face close to yours while he pulls a strand of your hair behind your ear. Then he proceeds to kiss you, sweetly this time. Which warms your heart. You kiss him back playing with his hair once again.

“Hi, Munson” you say sweetly against his lips.

“You look beautiful in the morning” he admits but before you can even react, the knocking on your door is back.

“Okay! Okay! We’re coming!” Eddie stops them. “Jesus”

After getting down, you were waiting for them to explain where you would be having breakfast but as soon as they see you they start looking at you funny.

“What?” Eddie asks being as confused as you but they all start laughing.

“What is going on?” you ask again.

“Are we just gonna pretend like nothing happened?” Jonathan asks now.

“Yeah, were you gonna act like you still hate each other today?” Steve teases.

And you understand all the laughter. You and Eddie look at each other surprised and apparently this is also very funny because they start laughing again.

“Oh fuuuck” Jonathan starts mocking the way Eddie sounded last night also acting like moaning your name.

“Oh Eddie, so close!” Steve joins him acting like you.

Your face is as red as a tomato right now and you feel like you could just die, it would be better than taking whatever this is. You hide your face in Eddie’s shoulder after he just rolls his eyes fighting another smirk.

He laughs at you, put stills hugs you.

“You wanted us to like each other…” He defends you two.

“Yeah, apparently you took that very literal” Robin teases after catching her breath.

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[moonstruckme]

Hey! Unsure what happened but I copy+pasted a request into my doc and now it's gone :( Anyway to whoever sent this, thank you!

Request: can i request hurt/comofort with high!reader x buzzed!sirius (or poly!mar whatever you’d like) where reader smokes a little more then she can handle and he takes care of her but he’s like still a little high himself, if that makes sense TT just nice and lovey and dovey!!!!

cw: weed, greening out, mention of vomit/nausea

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 727 words

Sirius is trying to be comforting, but he keeps getting distracted by the feel of your back underneath his hand. The muscles of your shoulders are tight, your breathing stilted and your skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Sirius can’t stop thinking about how he’d like to rest his face in between your shoulder blades and kiss an adoring line down your spine. He worries it wouldn’t be very helpful. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is quieter than breath, a soft sigh drooping your shoulders as you let your head loll forward. 

Your body starts to list forward with it. Sirius weaves his arm under yours, settling down more comfortably on the bathroom floor and pulling you back against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses the crown of your head. “I should have warned you about this. I need to remember to be careful with you.” 

Caution isn’t really in Sirius’ nature, but however unwisely, you put a lot of trust in him. The weed you’d smoked tonight was a different strain than the one he’s shared with you before, but he’d forgotten to clue you in. You’d matched him hit for hit, and with your lower tolerance it hadn’t ended well. You’ve been sick more than once. 

“You’re so nice,” you whisper. Your voice sounds tight. Sirius’ chest contracts, worrying you’re starting to get teary. “You don’t have to take care of me, but you are. You’re so, so nice.” Definitely teary now. “I’m really sorry for ruining your night.” 

“Aw, sweetheart.” He kisses the side of your face with something akin to desperation. He already feels like his heart is going to spill right out of his ribcage, and your upset makes it about ten times worse. “You’re not ruining anything. Of course I have to take care of you, you’re my girl, you know? I want to.” 

He peers around you, trying to see your face. You’ve got that same, slightly spaced-out look you’ve had for the past hour, a sad little line between your brows. Sirius reaches up to smooth it out with his finger, and you turn toward him like you’d forgotten he was there. He wonders if this much affection can actually crush his bones to dust. It feels plausible.

“I love you,” he says. 

You sigh, fitting your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. It’s not a happy sound, but he knows it’s not meant for him. “You, too.” 

You take his hand, turning it palm up and tracing the lines in his skin. Your touch is so light it tickles. He has a small scar from a failed attempt at cooking with James when he first moved out, and when you get to it you raise his palm to your lips, resting them there purposefully. 

“Can I have a hug?” you mumble against his skin. 

“Fuck yeah, always.” 

Sirius does the work of turning you around, your own coordination not spectacular at the moment, and your arms curl under his arms, wrists crossing between his shoulder blades. He thinks your hands might be making fists. For his part, he rubs up and down your spine slowly, squeezing intermittently, unsure how much you want. Sirius has always been shit at comfort. He’ll keep trying as long as you let him.

“I don’t like this,” you admit. Your face feels warm where it’s pressing into his shoulder, and Sirius realizes you might be crying again. He hugs you harder. “I can’t think.” 

He feels, very acutely, his heart fracturing. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, “I’m so sorry. I know it’s awful.” 

“I’m scared,” you whimper. 

“I know, sweet girl.” He may well be crushing you now. If your ribs are breaking, you don’t seem inclined to say anything about it. “You’ll be okay, though, I promise. I’ve got you. Just try to relax, and I’ll take care of you, yeah?” You don’t respond, sniffling. Sirius rubs your back again. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick any more, darling?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” 

“Alright, my lovely. Let’s go to bed, okay? You might feel better when you wake up.” 

You hug him tighter. “Thank you for being so nice to me.” 

“Wrong again,” he says, tucking a kiss into your hair. “I’m not nice to you, I just love you too much.” 

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black x self insert #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black hurt/comfort #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black scenario #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one shot #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #hp marauders #marauders x reader #tw weed #tw nausea

[suempu]

How about a blind reader and thistle

Like thistle met them by accident and now they just keep them around because reader makes them happy

gn + human, mage reader + can be platonic or not

<3

first off all, he’s fucking confused cause how the hell did you even end up in the dungeon? thistle first finds out about your existence when you accidentally stumble upon him after his confrontation with laios’ party.

he immediately puts up his guard when he hears your footsteps before you gasp in surprise.

“hello! wow, i didn’t think there would be another person down this deep...” you smile, staff clicking on the stone tiles.

he’s taken aback before asking you questions warily, to which he finds out you had some sort of echolocation ability. you have no clue that he had a sour expression on his face, assuming he only had a gruff voice from the aggressive way he talks.

you normally go dungeon crawling with your party but decided to walk around while they recuperate on the floor above. honestly, how did you even survive? what kind of idiot decides to take a casual walk in a dungeon? on the floor the red dragon was, no less. thistle thinks. you were lucky you missed it.

the two of you sit after you’ve offered him some food and snacks from your pack. he tried to refuse but you just kept on insisting.

thistle is interested in the foggy look in your eyes, unabashedly staring at your face after finding out you couldn’t see him.

you both sit on the floor as you munch on your bread, occasionally asking him questions and making conversation.

after that night, he’s curious about your whereabouts and everything about you, oftentimes sending out a creature to spy observe you. its been a long time since he has found good company, and to be completely honest, he’s lonely.

thistle came to know that your party has disbanded after eavesdropping with his creatures, the members finding different jobs and passions.

to your surprise, he appears again while you’re out camping on the second floor. you smile once you realize its your mysterious friend, eagerly offering him soup he couldn’t taste and a space for sleeping which he didn’t need. but he thanks you nonetheless.

thistle finds peace around you, the only person he could call a companion after so many years of isolation. if he’s in a decent mood, he’ll bring out his lute to play tunes while you hum.

conversations with you are enjoyable, you both find a good harmony of back and forth, discussing various topics such as nature, magic, and his hobbies.

“you write poems? that’s amazing. read it to me sometime?”

“i’m not sure you’d like it. it’d probably make you cry.”

you smile assuredly. “i’m sure it’s great! don’t sell yourself short!”

“you’re facing the wrong way. i’m on your left.”

“oh!”

you two grow closer once he lets you touch his face. the curiosity of what he looked like came out in a question as you whisper it to him unsurely.

thistle is hesitant at first, but your amazed gasps and the gentle touches of your palm against his cheek made his heart ache. how long has it been since someone had held him? talked to him? how long has he went without the softness and comfort of another being?

you caress his eyelids, nose, and ears while smiling, committing the feeling of his face to your mind.

“you’re beautiful. thank you for trusting me enough to do that.”

“how do you know? that i’m beautiful.” he murmurs, looking at the floor in contempt.

“i can feel it.” with a hand on your chest, you tell him wholeheartedly.

thistle allows himself to laugh, reaching out to tilt your chin at his direction. “you’re looking the wrong way again.”

you pout, “well, i can’t look or see at all, mind you!”

#thistle x reader #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #dunmeshi #thistle #thistle dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi thistle

[coldresolve]

Moneymakers, pt.xlviii // Blood

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The combination of numbness and rage doesn’t feel like two oceans clashing against each other. It feels like liquid fire hurdling down a dark pit - but contrary to reason, the fire never stops burning, and the pit is never filled. Renee doesn’t know what to do with it. His hands tingle. He can barely see.

The quick rise and fall of Lazarus’ chest is the only part of him that moves. Face still marred by despair, he blinks, dislodging tears. “Put the knife down. They’ll kill you if…”

 “You set me up,” Renee says. His voice is strained, barely forced even.

Shutting his eyes, Laz draws in a shaky breath. “I love you. Please put the knife down.”

It stuns him, but only for a moment – then it hurts. Renee paces backwards, pressing his hands to his temples, feels the hard handle dig into his forehead. “Don’t fucking say that,” he sneers. “Don’t fucking pretend when you just—”

“I’m not pretending,” Lazarus whispers. “You need help, Renee. I’m trying to help you.”

Renee lets out a hollow laugh, only to shake his head, swaying in place. The blade shakes in his tightening fist. “You just killed me.”

A suppressed sob makes his body jerk. “This isn’t the end, okay? It’s not the end. Please don’t do anyth… This doesn’t have to—”

Renee throws out his arms, . “You have no fucking clue what—”

Everything after that happens at a break-neck speed.

A dull boom resonates in the apartment, loud enough to send vibrations through the floor. Startled, Renee half-spins around to locate the source of the noise – quickly realizing that what he just heard was the sound of something colliding violently with the front door.

And while his head is still turned, Lazarus seizes the opportunity to tackle him.

Renee barely knows what’s happening before his legs catch, and he topples over, colliding shoulder-first with the coffee table, winded as Lazarus lands on top of him. The knife slips out of his grasp, sliding across the floor toward the kitchenette. Renee chokes out a gasp, following the knife with his eyes. Grits his teeth at the immediate, overwhelming surge of adrenaline, the tint of red spanning his vision. Clawing to right himself, he grabs Lazarus and twists his body, making the both of them tumble over the edge of the table, crashing to the floor. But instead of pausing to catch his breath, Lazarus continues their momentum. He pulls Renee to his back and rolls along to pin him with his own weight, struggling to catch his arms.

Boom.

Renee lets out a coarse shout, jerking wildly against Lazarus’ grip. As soon as one arm is yanked free, his elbow hits the TV stand hard enough to dent a cabinet door, and a potted plant wobbles, shattering just above his head, sending dirt and shards of terracotta flying.

“Stop!” Laz orders, voice shaking. “Please, listen—"

Renee snarls. “You fucking—”

With no way to really buck himself free, no way to level a solid push, Renee’s rage slide into desperation. His fist connects with Lazarus’ mouth – he recognizes the feeling of thin flesh over teeth – and despite having no room to put much force behind it, Lazarus’ head snaps sideways.

Boom.

Laz gasps, but doesn’t let go. Renee punches him again, this time connecting with the side of his head, clipping the top of his ear. The fingers curled in his clothes loosen for a fraction of a second, and Renee writhes free in that moment, shoving Lazarus back. He twists around again, eyes locking on the white reflection of the blade, a mere five, six feet away. It’s erratic, there’s no thought behind it. His body just moves.

By the time he has staggered to his feet, Laz grabs hold of his leg, hugging it tight, and Renee falls forward, bracing with both hands. Shards from the broken pot dig into his knees, but the only pain he can feel comes from his arm, and even that is considerably muted. Growling, he pulls himself a foot forward, but a hard yank to his ankle draws him back again, nails scraping the floor. Without looking, Renee kicks out behind him, and despite the crude, almost frenzied quality of his movements, his foot connects with something.

Boom.

“Please just stop," Lazarus cries out, tearing at his clothes to climb over him, either to pin him to his stomach or to rush for the knife. A mess of limbs scrambling for leverage, frantic grunts of effort. Renee finally manages to haul himself to one knee when his progress is halted by hands dragging him down by his sweatshirt, drawing the collar taught around his throat. Heat flaring, he swings an elbow out behind him, continues the movement as it connects, turns around -

The next boom is accompanied by the sound of splintering wood. Deep voices shout, now only muffled by the second door.

The TV stand shudders under Lazarus’ weight. He doesn’t get to recover from the rough landing. With more strength than he should be able to muster, and less pain than a broken arm should elicit, Renee grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and pulls him up, flinging him toward the coffee table.

A glimpse of arms poised to cushion the fall is all Renee sees before his attention snaps back toward the knife. As he dives for it, he hears a breathless “No!” behind his back, a moment before his fingers wrap around the handle. Breathing hard, Renee pulls himself up by the counter, staggering as his gaze briefly flickers to the barricaded door. He hears them scuffling around, barking orders. He hears sound of something heavy being dragged across wood.

And he hears Lazarus, back up and closing the distance. Turns just in time to brace for the impact as the man crashes into him a second time.

Renee doesn’t fall – instead his hip slams into the corner of the kitchenette’s counter, one arm flailing for balance behind him, inadvertently sweeping at spice jars and bottles of condiment, some of which shatter on impact with the floor, while others merely roll. Lip bleeding, Lazarus struggles to pull him close enough to pin his arms down when Renee punches him again. There’s momentum behind it this time, enough space for a proper swing, ; Lazarus cries out and stumbles a few dazed steps backwards, nearly trips when the back of one leg collides with the couch.

A deafening crack makes the door to the living room rattle in its frame, but Renee’s wide eyes zero in on the closest threat. Heat burning in his gut, teeth bared in an inhuman gnarl, he pushes off the counter and jumps at him, sending him backwards onto the couch, legs sprawled over the armrest, hands instinctually raised to protect his face. In a split second, Renee raises the knife over his shoulder and drives it into Lazarus’ chest.

The force alone fractures ribs a little left of center, not only audible, but felt through the handle. The soft tissue underneath offers no resistance against the sharp point. The entire blade is buried, only stopped once the hilt hits the fabric of Lazarus’ shirt.

Boom.

An elastic cord snaps inside Renee, an immediate, disorienting clarity. Time slows as his hand recoils, hovering in the air. He’s panting heavily, but suddenly feels as though he can’t breathe at all.

Lazarus’ eyes are wide in shock, or something like open-mouth confusion.

“No,” Renee says.

Laz draws in a sharp breath, and it hurts him. His face contracts in pain, back arching, and he coils his fists in Renee’s shirt, head rolling back, shoulders seizing up. The knife moves with every breath that catches in his throat.

“No, nonono—I didn’t—Laz, I didn’t mean to—”

Boom. Another crack, too small to be a full breach, but something in the door gives. They’re shouting in the entryway, but Renee can barely distinguish the words. Blood already blooms from the wound. Lazarus shudders.

Renee has the impulse to yank the knife out - it shouldn’t be there, it looks wrong - but whatever sliver of reason still remains in him stops him in his tracks. One hand cradling the back of Laz’ neck, Renee’s other hand trembles over the handle, terrified to even touch it. The breath whines in his throat. “I didn’t mean to do that, Laz – please, I didn’t, I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t mean to do that—”

Lazarus croaks. “… Renee.”

Splinters from a broken frame spill across the floor, particles of dust . As the door caves in, it tumbles over the chair still blocking entrance, but their shouts are crystal clear now, and when Renee’s gaze snaps to look, he sees the flash of a barrel briefly poking through. Some of them are shouting his name. His full name.

Laz grabs his arm, his shirt, and it’s not clear whether he wants to pull him closer, or if he’s curling up from pain. When he tries to speak again, his body jerks in a hard cough.

Renee whimpers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

He feels another wave of ice course through his body when the first black silhouette in his periphery manages to kick the door to the side, taking up a stance just beyond the threshold, rapidly followed by others still taking cover behind the broken frame. Renee doesn’t have to look to know where their firearms are pointed. A choir of them, as if they’re trying to out-shout each other.

“Hands up. Get away from him. Hands up!”

No convulsion of Laz’ body makes him let go – instead, as his would-be saviors barge in, he pulls Renee closer, tear-stricken face contorted in a grimace from the effort. Close enough that Renee can feel the heat of his breath on his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

Letting out a hoarse groan, Renee grits his teeth and pries himself free.

Hands grasp for his sleeves, then reach out in his wake. Renee feels like throwing up as he stumbles to his feet, knocking his shins into the coffee table, frantically looking between Lazarus and the cops still screaming commands that barely register. “Help him,” he breathes.

“Don’t move!” and “Get your fucking hands up!”

Head spinning, Renee takes an uncertain step backwards toward the window, the door to the balcony. Something more frantic to his voice. “You have to help him.”

The first uniform follows his retreat with a step of his own, letting others spill into the small living room. “Put your hands up, Vaughan. Do not back up, stay where you are—”

Eyes shut tight, face still contorted in pain, Lazarus reaches an unsteady hand out into the room, as if trying to get between them. “Don’t sh-shoot,” he gasps, and it sounds strange. Wet.

His teeth are stained red. He’s coughing it up.

Renee folds over himself, nearly drops to his knees. “Fucking do something!” he screams.

But it’s abundantly clear, even by the blurry image painted when he spares them a glace, heaving frantically through gritted teeth: between four, five pairs of eyes, all of their focus is squarely on him.

Another split-second decision, one he barely manages to put thought behind. As Renee turns on his heel, their voices erupt behind him. In a flash, he sees them move a fraction of a second after he does. He wholly expects a bullet in the back as he yanks open the balcony door, but as far as he can trust his senses, it doesn’t come; not even as he climbs the plastic furniture, shoes nearly slipping on the slick surfaces.

There’s no moment of hesitation, no pause. Kicking off from the banister, Renee leaps off the fourth-story balcony.

💵

He misses against daylight, too exhausted to focus properly, although his vision swarms with movement all the same. It’s residue from last night, he guesses. Behind the white paint on the ceiling, veins pulse faintly along the rhythm of his heartbeat.

His head hurts. Everything does, really, but his head is the worst. One side of his face is still swollen enough to prevent his eye from opening properly, and he can feel a stitch in his cheek tugging at skin. Parched tongue moving in his mouth, he turns his head to the side.

Davin is leaned against the wall next to the door, hands in his pockets. Looking at him.

How long he’s been standing there, Conrad couldn’t say. He lets out a small sound and painstakingly rolls over to face the wall, groaning as he curls his legs up. It’s long since become impossible to lie down in a way that doesn’t agitate some injury or another, but at least like this, he can pretend to be alone in the room. He’s just tired. He’d like to go back to sleep.

Minutes pass. Four, maybe five. Long enough that he actually does start to forget about the silent eye of his captor. Tentatively drifting, he jolts a little when Davin finally speaks.

His tone is thoughtful, a little distant. “This didn’t go the way I thought it would,” he mutters.

Conrad tucks his chin into the duvet.

“I would’ve liked to keep up that balancing act you and I had in the beginning. Diplomacy is easier. Most of the time, anyway. I don’t know, I’m not sentimental… It is just sort of fascinating to me, how quickly the novelty wore off for everybody. You gave up. Renee got cold feet, that’s been frustrating. I poked a few too many nerves.” A pause. “Pardon the metaphor.”

If Conrad had enough energy to spare, he would’ve grimaced, but even the thought makes him feel heavy. “… go away.”

Davin snorts. “You’re listening.” He sounds vaguely surprised.

Conrad squints over his shoulder. “What do you want?”

For a moment, Davin is quiet. Something oddly reserved in his demeanor makes Conrad wary, but as always, the man’s expression doesn’t betray much. It’s neutral, apart from slightly pursed lips, as if he’s contemplating. The usual detached gaze. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

Conrad frowns. He tries to watch for any clue about intentions, tries to post-hoc piece together anything he might’ve missed in the past five minutes, but his head is foggy.

Eventually, Davin pushes off the wall and lets out a sigh.

“Eh… Are you hungry?”

💵

Renee’s ability to process what he sees is so fragmented, when he catches a glimpse of the larch he’s hurdling towards, he doesn’t even try to brace before he hits it feet first a half-second later.

Hundreds of stripped, thin branches whip at his body as he sinks through the crown. The larger ones catch at clothes and limbs further down: instinctually, he tries to grab at them, but they fly past too quickly. His back hits something hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and it changes the trajectory of his fall. Renee isn’t sure how the rest goes. He’s not fully conscious for the landing.

He can’t see anything. It’s that same state he experienced the night before: he knows his eyes are open, but it’s all black. His face is pressed to the dirt, mouth open, body hungrily sucking air into his lungs.

If something major broke in the fall, he can’t feel it. His whole body is buzzing once his vision finally begins to clear. What feels like a century of blinking passes before he can finally distinguish up from down.

The first attempt to push off is a little too quick for his battered body to keep up with. At a blinding flash of agony in his knee, he loses his balance, tumbling to the grass, gasping for breath. His second attempt is considerably slower. His balance is off. The whole world is spinning.

Somewhere behind him, maybe thirty, forty yards, the telltale rustle of a uniform, and a woman’s winded shout: “Stop! Get on the ground!”

It hurts like a bitch, even through rush after rush of adrenaline. He can still run, but it’s farslower than it needs to be. Sprinting across the lawn, darting over dirt paths, Renee hears the cop closing in.

Between his first and second footfall on the sidewalk proper, rounding the corner of the building, she slams into him, arms coiled around his waist. She’s not particularly heavy, but Renee is running on fumes: they both skid across the asphalt, both thrashing.

The cop is first to recover, landing rather favorably with her torso on his legs. As she claws her way forward, Renee tries to blindly kick, but she’s quick to right herself every time he manages to throw off her balance. By the time he has twisted himself onto his back, she’s already straddling his waist, struggling for a grip on his arms.

“Over here,” she screams to the side.

“Fuckin’—”

“Stop resisting, stop—”

Surprisingly strong for her size, a distant part of Renee is almost insulted when she manages to pin his right wrist to the opposite shoulder, leaning her whole weight on that hold. He lets out a shout of frustration.

“Stop resisting – you’re gonna get tased – st—”

With his free hand, Renee has reached for the left side of her belt. There’s a mechanism in the holster that prevents the uninitiated from drawing the gun, but it’s no more complex than the child safety lock of a bottle’s lid - all he has to do is press it down and twist. Vision blocked by his own arm, Renee can’t see it, but he hears a faint, dull click.

She must’ve felt it, because her eyes widen, and then her entire focus immediately shifts.

The gun is halfway out the holster by the time she wraps both hands around his, forcing it to the side – a move that inadvertently clears the gun completely. She presses his arm into the tarmac, but Renee manages to push the rest of his body up with his other arm, now freed. Thrown off, she frantically grasps for the gun as he pulls up both legs and kicks her hard in the chest, sending her sprawling backwards. He shifts his grip while she gathers her bearings, switches off the safety, an enraged snarl tearing at his throat. Hand shaking violently, he aims for her head and pulls the trigger.

The close proximity of the shot makes his ears ring. The woman screams, kicking away from him. A flash of red spills from her neck before both her hands dart up to grasp it; it immediately starts leaking through her fingers.

Wincing at the pain blooming from the recoil, Renee hauls himself to his feet, staggering backwards. A lingering trace of anger makes him point the gun at her again, but he can’t fire, he physically can’t. She’s on her knees on the asphalt, trying simultaneously to shimmy away from him and put pressure on the gushing wound in her throat.

It's another close encounter with reality. Locking his jaw, Renee’s grip tightens on the gun, but his index finger leaves the trigger.

He turns on his heel and sets off toward his car.

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#writing #moneymakers #renee #conrad #davin #lazarus

[tjjamess]

watching les mis bootlegs everyday

Day 3

okay so this was meant to be a daily thing but I literally passed out from exhaustion half way through this performance then was immediately sick the next two days. This may be a sign from the universe, however, this sign can’t stop me cause I can’t read.

14/6/2014 West End Production

Https://youtu.be/ucpfyLQKif8?si=AURouDP1jYXb5ZFl

To preface, this is incredibly biased because this is a rewatch of the first bootleg I ever watched of Les Mis and was literally my introduction to Les mis

it holds a very very very special place in my heart

first off literally one of the most powerful singing from Valjean I’ve heard

Incredible!!

oml Na-Young Jeon plays Fantine and she is literally my favourite Fantine ever I love her so my she is how I have always and will always picture Fantine she is literally the greatest

she’s gorgeous like just look at her

She has a power in her voice that I don’t hear often in other Fantine’s

she’s literally perfect

theres a moment in at the end of the day where she attempts to stop Valjean from leaving cause she knows what’s going to happen

Carrie Hope Fletcher as Eponine!!!

Amazing of course

She’s an icon she’s a legend

a little fall of rain actually hurt my soul so much

She’s such a good actress I will literally shout it from the rooftops

Cosette oh Cosette i cannot speak enough about her

her acting was actually incredible especially in the finale and her face is so expressive I can’t even

this post is just turning into actress appreciation at this point

Marius was such a Little loser this performance

At least he can sing

empty chairs and empty tables broke me

Enjolras had a little bow in his ponytail

Im pretty sure Javert gets a little bow in his hair at some point later as well

but you cannot tell me this is not one of the most Enjolras looking Enjolrases to even Enjolras

He gets all up close and personal with Javert

now for my little Grantaire tangent

i absolutely loved Grantaire in this performance I think this was my favourite portrayal of him ever

he as a really good relationship with Gavroche it’s so cute

When Gavroche is accusing Javert he flings his arms around and almost knocks Grantaire in the face

Grantaire holds onto Gavroche to keep him away from the guns

My sillies

and when Gavroche dies and the set spins to return to the barricade boys the spotlight is on Grantaire as he slowly sits down after witnessing it

:)

After a little fall of rain Enjolras steps forward to speak to Marius but Grantaire steps between them stopping him from getting any closer before comforting Marius

In Drink with me Grantaire tries to (or does I can’t tell) kiss Joly

Then he fucking sobs through his solo and hugs Enjolras who sits him down and takes away his drink

then he REACHES OUT TO ENJOLRAS

i cant do this

and on the Barricade Enjolras runs all the way down from the top to see Grantaire then they both climb back up together

also he’s either wearing eyeliner or it just looks like he’s wearing eyeliner

his actor was just really really good in general

and that is why I love Grantaire thank you for coming to my Ted talk

After the finale battle Javert tried to open the sewer grate then GROWLS ‘Valjean’

like actually

through out the entire show this man is just full on GROWLING

Javert’s soliloquy was a masterpiece genuinely

his transition from the bridge to the ground was so smooth I have no clue how they did that

i mean…he kinda… *gets spritzed with water and starts melting like that witch*

The Thenadiers are like exactly how I pictured them to look

plus they were both real good

^^Now I know you can’t tell, but this here is a picture of Feuilly holding Enjolras by the waist (it’s canon fr fr)

shout out to this random woman and barricade boy who are being adorable in the background while Marius is lamenting about his sad sad life

time for my lighting nerd moment!

the majority of especially the first part of the performance the stage is like entirely dark with a single spotlight

particularly with individual songs but for like most of the songs that aren’t group songs (red and black or one day more ect)

It’s done SO well and looks SO good

it’s very impressive how exact the spotlights are

It feels like this performance is very character focused rather than set

especially because the person filming tends to zoom in on the actors faces to capture their expressions

They make really good use of smoke the whole performance it’s very nice

I like how they used smoke with coloured lighting at the beginning of at the end of the day

The sequence was very nice

and in the sewers they used a bunch of spotlights to show Valjean and Marius travelling

they also use a grate light for the sewers and dog eats dog which worked really well imo

if you want the full stage the whole time you absolutely will not get that for most of the performance

the person filming is actually pretty good at catching faces

Overall the performance was so incredible

i am very biased so take everything with a grain of salt

but definitely one of, if not my favourite bootleg

now I leave you with two of my favourite screenshots

If you have suggestions for other good bootlegs please let me know (YouTube only)

#Day 3 is 3 days late but it is here nonetheless #les miserables #les mis

[okurrroye]

See what we not going to do is dangle Darilyn again instead give me Benius you idiotic cowards.

#like cut the crap #if he didn’t like her the first time he’s not going to start suddenly liking her now #stop toying with my baby boy Darius #like bffr #first you made it seem like darilyn was going to be a thing and pulled kenlyn out of your ass #no offense to kenlyn shippers like I didn’t ship Dailyn either like it just seemed like that was the initial vibe they were going for #but now they really going play in my face again when clearly Benius should’ve been the next and only correct move #Ben is in love with Darius and the feelings are reciprocated and that’s final #like can we quit this idea where there can only be one gay couple in a show jeez #btw I have no fucking clue of any of the ship names because honestly I don’t even know if there is a fandom for this show #I just love the show and I’m just so glad they brought it back because me and my mom was so pissed they ended it after they became teens b/c #bitch we know you could’ve made more and see I was right #jurassic world chaos theory #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jwct #jwcc #jwct darius #jwcc darius #jwct ben #jwcc ben #jwct brooklynn #jwcc brooklynn #nublar six

[sqwdkllr]

Pikmin 2 is literally everything everyone said it was, it feels like I’m being beaten with a hammer over and over again for simple mistakes I can typically get away with and just expands it so it’s just SO MUCH WORSE

#I sweeped by the first game #okay sweeped by is too much but it’s easier bc I know what to do and what not to do basically #the second? oh my fucking god #I’ll be real honest #I’ve only ever seen the iconic bosses for the second game #the caves and enemies and rest of the stuff? no clue bc I don’t have the time to watch someone else play it for HOURS #i have no many clips of me staring at death so many times and somehow winging it #this game wants ME SPECIFICALLY DEAD #pikmin #luca textpost

[solarpunkani]

Ok actually

Solarpunks/embroiderers of Tumblr

Howmst does one Start

Like I have a little kit but I have no idea how one would do a project after I finish with this Kit nor do I know what’s considered good for a Beginner to start on

#out of queue #ani rambles #anis embroidery journey #im looking at the diagram for loop stitch and I have NO CLUE what the FUCK how the FUCK it works HELLO???? #like the other 2 ok thsts simple enough but loop stitch??? HUH???? #i have another kit I bought for cheap back at the house but I’ll finish this little one first #one of my problems with learning crafts is I always wanna do a Big Cool Project but know I don’t have the skills for it #but also know I absolutely don’t wanna futz around with Boring Other Smaller Projects I Wouldn’t Want #but I need those projects to build up to what I wanna do #but I wanna get better at not immediately going big and psyching mtself out of the craft altogether #like I know I’m not ready to embroider directly on beloved shirts or make fun long lasting patches but #what do I do. in the interim. to get there #is there like a lil tutorial i should do or smth

[werewolfoffeverswamp]

^DOING T SHOTS WHEN UR AFRAID OF NEEDLES AND DONT LIKE IT I DONT LIKE IT OUCHIEEE I HATE IT BUT I LOVE BEING ON TESTOSTERONE AUGHHHHH IM SO SCARED

#cro talks #FUCK MY WHOLE LIFEEEE #and i still cant get an appointment with planned parenthood so i don’t know if i need to adjust my dosage or not 😀 #i’m 5 months on T now heehee #anyways. i also have to get my syringes from the pharmacy i pick up my T at instead of planned parenthood and they give me different shit— #every single time i go. like i have no idea what needle gauge im sposed to be using. not a clue #i think a 21g is ok ..? i dont remember what planned parenthood gave me in the first place. anyways #being on T for me is a cycle of am i doing this right? is that the right amount? is that an air bubble? girl HELPPPP

[karlyboyyy]

Me when I read JJK and they’re explaining the intricacies of various cursed techniques and domains

That stuff gets so confusing and quite frankly I’m tired of pretending it’s not 😤

#I swear I have no fucking clue what’s going on half the time #the current Gojo vs Sukuna fight? yeeeeeeaaahhh 🥴 #like don’t get me wrong I LOVE the series #but there is sooo much explaining and sometimes my eyes just glaze over 🙃 #like I’ve read the first ~100 chapters three times and I still could not tell you how tf Gojo’s powers work #karly reads #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga #jjk ch 227

[fourtccn]

put my phone in my pocket while on today at work and this is the post it made

#no i am not joking even one bit i don’t even know if i fucking had tumblr open in the first place and most certainly not my it blog #i don’t think i even own this image i seriously have no fucking clue where it came from or what happened here #like i don’t know what to say #joshing around

[pebblezone]

this Tylenol ain’t shit w

#talkingcore #emotions. man. #there’s so much music that I just haven’t listened to in a bit and it’s making me feel things it’s not even like sad things I’m like damn #how long has it been since I’ve listened to beautiful stranger by Madonna as featured in Austin powers international man of mystery #but also something in my brain feels like it needs to cry like I don’t feel like I physically can but something needs to be released #so do I go pet sounds? smile? falsettos? I feel like I need to be in a sleeping bag and Contemplate #fun fact! Kendra Morris has an absolutely stunning cover of don’t talk (put your head on my shoulders) #I’m pretty neutral on beach boys covers tbh I’m never crazy about them since like they really never measure up #how many mid covers of god only knows can I take? not many. but like she & him have their little Brian Wilson tribute I like that. #the covers are a lot better when they don’t try to perfectly replicate whatever the fuck Brian Wilson was doing they aren’t him #brain wants to go melancholy mode but I’ve no clue over what. girl just tell me what I’m supposed to be sad over I’ll commit to the bit #need to keep listening to new stuff but also need old stuff Maybe that’s it maybe I just need old stuff again? like routine?? shit idk #also like at 5 am I woke up and remembered how in choir people kept comparing me to the director they had the year before me #and the thing is she had the same name as someone else in choir that was student teaching my first semester so I kept thinking they were #referring to her Id be in my choir fit my silly suit my proud butch uniform and they’d be like oh this is so ‘insert name’! #and it kept throwing me off because the student teacher was like. not like me at all so I was like fuck #what kind of girl core energies am I accidentally emitting this is Bad. so anyway 5 am I’m like fuck it I need to research this person #I search. find her. she’s butch. I’m blessed. they weren’t lying like man we do such a good job at being generic! yay! #butch And in choir! love to see it! keep thinking how I am destined to be like in my 40s doing mundane tasks #I’m gonna be soooooo good at watering plants and putting salt on the sidewalk before it snows and cleaning drains #need to be a dad mom so fucking bad you don’t get it I need to drive carpool and take off work for dentist trips and watch hgtv #AHHHH i think that got rid of some of the sad lfg💥💥💥💥this must be super long god damn sorry

[readingwriter92]

Finished watching John Mulaney’s new stand up on Netflix and it immediately reccomended night agent??? Those two things seem very different. But since I think I was seeing gifs sets of it on whump blogs i just went. Fuck it. And decided to start.

I’m enjoying. Yep.

#consensus? I’m enjoying. and also fuck. another book I might be adding to my reading #in the last two weeks I now what the Lockwood and co books. maybe the night agent one. and the books will Trent is based on #like. mmmmm and I have so many books ALREADY to read so. good decisions for sure #I Will say I’m enjoying this whole. I’m going to start shows bc tumblr/whump blogs keep showing it to me. except I start them on a whim and #don’t actually look into what they’re about #like. I started Lockwood and co with absolutely no clue what the plot of #started the first episode and went oh! is this about ghosts? #night agent I could kinda assume #but I did go. fuck it. I don’t want to know main dude’s name until someone. says it. then I laughed when I found out it was Peter #anyways this is what I’m going to do in a few weeks when I finally get bored and decide to watch Ted lasso #i don’t want to know what it’s about. I have no clue and I won’t research it #I know there’s fic. and I’m aware tumblr likes to tell me about it in gif form #but other than that. no fucking clue. maybe sports? I feel like I’ve seen photo of soccer #but that might be a diff show #I know I follow people who are in that fandom but #idk I’ll give it a try. I’ll watch basically any tv from absolute garbage to masterpeices basically equally so #I’m the woman who’s still obsessed with the ten ep minority report show 2015 like. I have no standards and enjoy most things

[tragedykery]

severely underestimated the time it would take to read through (and, more importantly, understand) 17th century legal documents

#shaking the first charter of virginia what does it mean what does it all mean #I understand most of the document now but there’s this one fucking paragraph that’s just. ugh #I have no clue what the fuck it says #elli rambles #why did I choose this subject 😭😭 why couldn’t I have chosen the colonisation of indonesia and/or suriname instead #at least those documents would be in dutch #the thing is idk who to ask for help. I don’t really know any native english speakers well enough to ask 😭😭 #local guy tries to work on their essay. complete and utter failure (and pending mental breakdown) #vent

[jovalencia]

not to be dramatic but I literally feel like I’m going insane lol

#first of all I must acknowledge the percy of it all. I don’t know how many of you are reading those posts and honestly I’m not conveying #how I feel very well but I’m so deadly serious when I say I feel sick when I think about those books and not even in a bad way necessarily #just nauseous whatever. second most pressing issue is the whole “am I going to drop out transfer suck it up or kill myself” #okay I’m really not considering that last one I have to live to see dani in july but I haven’t the slightest clue what I’m gonna do next #year. on one hand I hope this school explodes on the other transferring sounds so unfun but back to the first hand I hate this city #and I hope it explodes to and I have nobody I know to live with off campus next year and tbh I would rather die than live w sarah suitemate #which brings us to sarah suitemate. how in the hell is my only friend in this god forsaken city like kind of subtly homophobic #In addition to kind of being a bad fucking person. like lol! yes ladies six months deep with no other friends and I Am that desperate #also it’s the very beginning of the quarter and I kind of hate all my classes. okay I know they just started and it’s very early to judge #but I already feel like I’m going crazy I preferred my other two quarters where I was eating literally 12 credits I was satisfied with that #I’m just scared and lonely can I say that outright is it embarrassing to admit that outright at 11am on tumblr #the only thing that gives me comfort genuinely is just repeating that “everything works out in the end” saying bc I really do believe that #even though I hope my closest friend within a reasonable radius of me drops dead and I’m directionless and I want to kill myself #whenever I think about the book I’m reading it will all be okay #anyways time to eat the pastry I got from the campus market is not a good time to tell you guys I didn’t eat breakfast or could you tell #carmen.txt

[sbpstudios]

I have so much lore in my brain you have no clue

#lore about my still unnamed urban fantasy setting that is #you have no clue #I’d like to talk about it but fuck idk where to start #and I don’t have polls yet so I can’t make one to ask y’all what I could talk about first