#plus I half think men are garbage

[hotvintagepoll]

Trying to get more into old movies because of this blog (I only know about half of these people and feel like a poser) do you have good recommendations on where to start or is it just a situation where you watch stuff and find what you like as you go?

you are not a poser <3 i myself am just here for the hotties.

here is my quick and dirty list of fun films to start with if you're new to old movies. and of course if you like one of these, do try to find more stuff as you go! there's no bad way to try out old movies.

(this list is not official and is SUPER quick. i'm tagging for content warnings where I can, but if I forgot something let me know.)

"I want to watch something SILLY!"

The Court Jester (Danny Kaye, Angela Lansbury, Glynis Johns, Basil Rathbone)—everyone in this movie is hot. everyone is in fancy medieval dress, which makes them hotter. everyone here is very silly. You can stream this on Hoopla, last time i checked, so you might be able to stream it through your library!

Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang (Dick Van Dyke, Sally Ann Howes, Lionel Jeffries, Gert Frobe)—some people hate this movie and to them I say What Is Wrong With You. dick van dyke is a hot absent minded inventor who lives in a windmill with his two adorable children, his gorgeous sheepdog, and a grandfather who is categorically useless. it feels like the two films mary poppins (1964) and willy wonka (1971) had a baby and that baby was born on roller skates singing an old broadway showtune. this one has been showing up in some odd places lately—I think you can catch it on Tubi or Hoopla? It's definitely around.

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Jane Powell, Julie Newmar, Howard Keel, Russ Tamblyn)—my problematic fave. everytime i watch this i change my mind whether it's a sexist pile of garbage or a feminist paean, and fellas, today we're on the feminist paean bandwagon!! jane powell's millie is truly the star of the movie, she is the hero she drives the plot the narrative is on her side, and besides all that there are seven very hot men dancing next to her and six beautiful ladies making me bisexual. (on Tubi last I checked.)

The Duke Is Tops (Lena Horne, Laurence Criner)—I get a huge kick out of watching Laurence Criner and Ralph Cooper swindle everybody while also trying to put on a show; there's just something silly and sincere here, plus you get a ~musical extravaganza~ at the end when all is right as rain again. Free on YouTube I think?

"I want to watch something DRAMATIC that may make me FEEL SOMETHING."

Witness for the Prosecution (Marlene Dietrich, Tyrone Power, Elsa Lanchester)—I love a campy twisty turny mystery, don't you? :) I'm not going to talk about this one much because it's better to go in blind, but if you like Agatha Christie stories you'll probably like this.

To Be Or Not To Be (Carole Lombard, Jack Benny)—always relevant, always makes me laugh, also makes me cry. this takes place in poland during wwii so big tw for nazi imagery and mentions. (don't worry. this movie fucking hates nazis.)

Seven Samurai (Toshiro Mifune)—this one is Great Cinema™™™™™™™™™™™ for a goddamned reason

"I want to watch some stuff with the scrungles in it!"

Mr. Washington Goes to Town (Mantan Moreland)—I've been checking out more of Mantan Moreland's stuff because every time I see him in something I think he's delightful, and I really enjoyed this silly-spooky comedy. Does this story have a brain cell? No. Are the special effects and goofy slapstick fun? Yes. This is a fun example of an all-Black cast in a film that was made for Black audiences, and is a striking counterpoint to the stereotypical representation Black actors were given in white-targeted films, showing the enormous amount of talent and artistry the racist studios missed out on by excluding these actors. This is not A Great Film™ but it's still A Fun Time,™ with a goofy Laurel and Hardy type vibe. (It's free on Youtube.)

The Red Shoes (Robert Helpmann, Leonide Massine, Marius Goring)—hey kid, you wanna watch something fucked up? This movie is so fucked up. It's about ballet, it's about art, it's about technicolor, it's about dance and toxic relationships and making theatre and nightmares and ambition and death. A lot of these recs tend on the silly side (because I tend on the silly side) but this one is actually Serious Film and will definitely help you chat up Martin Scorsese should you ever meet him. Big content warning if you can't handle dark themes right now—this movie's pretty dark, not in the gore way but in the Haunting Creepy Image way. (it's also free on Tubi and Kanopy most of the time.)

The Invisible Man (Claude Rains)—my favorite of the vintage horror flicks and a great introduction to Most Dunked On Hot Vintage Man of All Time, Claude Rains. (it helps that you barely ever see him!) Very very silly but the special effects are just plain fun. (I think this is on Internet Archive in full?)

"Can I just get more hot people please?"

Flower Drum Song (James Shigeta, Nancy Kwan, Miyoshi Umeki, Jack Soo)—there are so many unbelievably hot people in this movie which is somehow very good (thanks to its cast) and also incredibly, horrifically bad (thanks to its white team of writers, directors, and producers). on the one hand, it's a mostly Asian cast in a big budget, beautifully designed MGM style musical! there's dream sequences, lots of fun dancing, crooning Rogers & Hammerstein cabaret moments, and just charm galore. it is also freighted with so. many orientalist assumptions and stereotypes, absolutely ridiculous shit that the writers ABSOLUTELY should have known better about in the 60s and nonetheless carried into this. this is a hard one to recommend because I loved this cast, and I loved seeing them in a context beyond the usual stereotypical bit parts so many of them frequently were limited to—yet the movie itself perpetuates so many stereotypes on its own it can be a hard one to watch, and I totally understand if it does not work for most people. tl;dr watch for Shigeta, Kwan, Umeki, and the others, but content warnings galore for one (really bad) case of yellowface casting, orientalist tropes, extremely stereotypical character types, etc. (On Tubi/Kanopy last I checked.)

Charade (Cary Grant, Audrey Hepburn, James Coburn)—this movie feels like a Hitchcock movie except I had a ton of fun watching it, which I can't always say for a Hitch film. (I told you my taste was bad.) This one is free on YouTube and thank god because Audrey wears a lot of Givenchy, Cary Grant wears spectacles and keeps almost dying, it's very exciting and thrilling and funny and sexy. I don't think there are any content warnings but it's been a minute since I watched it. (I should go watch it right now.)

The Big Sleep (Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall)—they're so hot askjdljhjghladkghjksahkhgslkahgshskjhgsalhgsahgjh. i like this one a lot :)

[this is NOT A FULL LIST of all the hot vintage movies to start with but it might give you some starting places! i banged this out as quick as I could at 2 am, so apologies that it's sloppy and not perfect.]

[justmeinadaze]

Don't Be So Hard Part 4 (Steddie & Plus Size Reader)

Warnings: Older Dom (30s) Coach Steve Harrington/Older Dom (30s) Professor Eddie Munson & Young (20s) Fem Plus size Sub Student Y/N, SMUT, overstimulation, choking, light degrading, use of the stop light system, DP, dirty talk, lots of praise and aftercare.

ANGST, LOADED IN ANGST, *dances in angst*

This chapter begins with a meeting and people in Hawkins being shady bitches in regard to Eddie being a professor and the play the school is putting on. Mentions of Y/N's weight (so brief, more than anything is alluded to when it comes to the lingerie in the play), Mentions of what happened in chapter 1 with her assault. Martin's dad is a dick and victim blames, brings up her father and Steve's.

Steve loses control a bit with Y/N and they get into a fight. Boys get jealous slightly. Um...OH cliffhanger ending but not quite like my others. You'll see. It will make you feel things but...you'll see!

Word Count: 6138

Series here/Donate to Me

You listened quietly as you sat in the back of the auditorium, listening to the parents, faculty, and dean of Hawkins University speak. You told Eddie and Steve you would be in your dorm and asked them to call you when it was over but both men seemed so on edge all week the moment they found out about the meeting. 

The coach told you a lot of times these meetings were randomly called when parents wanted to complain about a “murderer teaching on campus” but something seemed off as the day slowly approached so you snuck in before it began through the booth entrance and waited for it to begin. 

“Ah you little troublemaker.”, Theo teased as he sat beside you. “Got a weird vibe to? Yeah, Ms. Lilah was talking about this meeting with a friend while I was at work so I got curious.”

“Alright professors and parents let’s get started.”, the dean announced trying to hush the people in the room. “Now this meeting here was called forth by some of the parents…”

“Pfft ‘called forth’.”, the boy beside you whispered as you smiled his way. 

“We’re concerned about how downhill this school seems to be going!”, one woman yelled.

“There’s a killer still teaching class, our football team keeps losing and they’re doing plays of satanic garbage now?!”, screamed another. 

“Ok, Ok! Let’s not let this get out of hand.”, the dean shouted as he sighed. 

Both your men were sitting in a corner and you could tell they were already annoyed by their demeanors alone.  

“First and foremost—”

“First and foremost, satanic garbage? Really?”, your theater teacher interrupted as she rose to her feet. “It’s a play about being yourself and—"

“By parading around half naked?”

“Oh, Mrs. Martinez, I didn’t know you were a fan of the film.”

“Pfft, we don’t watch that filth in my house. This town has enough chaos in it.”, the woman spits. 

“It does which is why I feel like these kids should be open to expressing themselves. Everyone in my play is consenting and perfectly fine with the wardrobe.”

“They may be but WE aren’t. Why would I want to see people like Benjamin Lineck and Y/N Y/L/N parading around in that attire?!”

Eddie leaned forward, prepared to say something before you see Steve bring him back. 

“What’s wrong with that? Both my students are brilliant performers and have worked hard for their parts. Why don’t you be man, Paul, and say what your real issue is? You don’t think a boy or a full-figured woman like Y/N should be ‘parading around’ in lingerie.”

“Full-figured? Really? How about—”

“Hey! Enough!”, the dean shouted trying to regain control. “We aren’t here to bad mouth students. Your concern is the material in the play which was also a concern of mine. From the scenes that I’ve seen I’m not worried and it seems Lilah here has taken great care to keep as much detail focused on the story.”

“Recast it.”

“What?”, Lilah laughed. “No way. Even the dean just said your problem is with the material not my actors. No way.”

“It seems the problem is Y/N.”, Martin’s father sighs aggressively. “She’s the lead in the play, right Lilah? She’s the reason my son was kicked off the team and we’ve been losing—”

“No, your son was kicked off my team for assaulting an innocent girl.”, Steve defended. 

Theo’s hand reached for yours and desperately seeking comfort you threaded your fingers through his. 

“He also made threats and disrespected me and another professor.”

“Your friend the murderer?”, Jared countered. 

“You know what? I’m really sick of your fucking attitude.”, Eddie growled as he stood up placing himself chest to chest with the other man. Trying to calm him, Steve placed his hand on his chest to bring him back to his seat but he just pushed against him. “You people accused me and hunted me down based on how I dress and a fucking game I play! You’re doing the same thing with Y/N and I’m not going to let you!”

“ENOUGH!”, the dean shouted so loud even you jumped and Theo ran his thumb along your skin trying to calm you. “This is my school and I WILL be heard! Now, in regard to Mr. Munson and his employment here, he wasn’t charged with a crime and is an excellent teacher to the students of this school. We have evaluations every semester and his marks are always high. This matter has been discussed at length and unless there are new developments it will not be brought up again. As for the play…I will take a vote amongst the student body and faculty and if they deem it inappropriate I will cancel the production. We already know how you parents feel. For the football team, Mr. Harrington have you found a full-time replacement for Martin Click as of yet?”

“No, sir. I didn’t want to replace him fully until your investigation was finished. I’ve been using his back up but Mr. Hunter stated the pressure from the town has been too much. He, uh, left my team last week.”

A heavy sigh left your chest at his words; he hadn’t told you that. 

The dean nodded as his eyes took in the angry faces below him. 

“Stay low, ok? And stay here.”, he whispered as Theo let go of your palm and tip toed to the aisle. “Excuse me.” All eyes turned towards the boy in the back as he waved their way. “Uh, I know I’m not supposed to be here but I may be able to help. I was a quarterback in my hometown. I never tried out because it kind of seemed like…people had their fantasy team in this town.”

“Oh yeah because this is a good first impression and who we want representing our team.”, another parent snarked. 

“Yeah but at least I don’t tear girls shirts and push them to the concrete.”, Theo shot back.

“Allegedly!”, Martin’s father yelled. 

“No, not anymore. Based on Y/N’s testimony to me and the confrontational conversation I had with Mr. Click Junior, I agree with Coach Harrington’s decision to remove him from the team and I hereby expel him from my campus.”

“What?! You can’t do that!”

“I just did. This meeting is over and everyone drive safe.”, the dean sighed as he rolled his eyes. 

Scooting back to your side, Theo waited for people to leave as he blocked you from sight with his body but unfortunately he couldn’t hide you from everyone. 

“How does it feel, Y/N? Ruining someone’s life?”, Martin’s father shouted with distain your way. “Your father would be ashamed of you.”

Your eyes widened in anger as you stepped towards him but a fist blocked you as it flew across the other man’s face. Theo straightened in front of you as Eddie held Steve back so he didn’t hit the man again. Jared spit blood to the side as he squared his shoulders. 

“I can’t wait to tell your father what you’ve been up to, Steven. I know he gave up on you a long time ago but I imagine he never fully understood how bad things could get with his name’s sake. The final nail in the coffin would be if you and the freak here were fucking but even you wouldn’t sink that low would you? Still have some standards?”

As the man spoke, Steve kept try to push Eddie out of the way to get to the man in front of him but the metalhead kept his ground. 

“Get out of my auditorium now.”, Lilah growled as she put herself between everyone. 

“Or what?”

“Try me, Jared. I have no problem taking you out but I imagine you do with me. Want to uphold that ‘reputation’ right? Your son isn’t that smart I’m afraid.”

The man huffed as he promptly turned on his heel and slammed open the doors as he left.

“Are you alright, Steve?”

“M’fine.”, the man grumbled as he flexed his hand and winced at the pain in his knuckles. “What are you bothdoing here?!”

“I talked her into coming. I had a feeling something was off—”

“You lie and defend her a lot. Are you two an item?”, Eddie snarks causing you narrow your eyes his way. 

“No, Mr. Munson, we aren’t. Theo is my friend and just helped defend me.”

Their seemingly calm but annoyed eyes racked over you but you had been with them long enough now to recognize when they were furious. At you or the situation though you weren’t sure.

“Don’t listen to what they said, Y/N, honey, ok? None of this is your fault and fuck them. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, Lilah.”

“Theo, why don’t you walk Y/N back to her dorm and—”

“Actually, I’m, um, going to my mom’s house but if you could walk me to my car I’d appreciate it.”

“No detours, Y/N. Just straight to the house, ok?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Munson.”

***

You knew what Eddie meant and didn’t stray as you headed to their house. After letting yourself in, you hastily got an ice pack ready before you heard a car squeak and the front door fly open. 

“…have to talk to me! I don’t like when you get silent like this!”, the metalhead shouted as he followed his boyfriend into the living room. 

“You! What were you doing there?!”, Steve shouted when his eyes found yours. 

“You both seemed concerned about the meeting so I just…I wanted to know what was going on.”

“You could have gotten in a lot of trouble if the dean or any of those other fucking people noticed you there.”

“I-I-I didn’t expect them to blame me like that—”

“Of course you didn’t, little girl, because you don’t know this town like we do!”

“Just because I didn’t have a ‘posse’ come after me before doesn’t mean I don’t know how cruel people in Hawkins can be! You think Martin Click is the only one to hurt me and make fun of me!?”

“Well, you definitely have a good amount of people protecting you.”, Eddie sassed as he folded his arms across his chest. 

“Really? I haven’t forgotten about that comment you made. Theo is my friend and he’s a good guy—”

“That fucking made out with you on my desk AND we get to see kiss you on stage constantly.”

“Oh my fucking God! I’m not doing this with either of you! I just wanted to make sure Steve was ok—”

Reaching for the ice pack you had been holding, Steve threw it hard against the adjacent wall making you jump back as Eddie’s eyes scanned him over with concern. 

“I’m fucking fine. What I’m not fine with is you sneaking around and putting yourself in danger!”

“Said one of the men who puts me in danger by being in a relationship with me!” 

You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips as his eyes darken and he straightens to his full height. 

“I’m sorry…”

“I’ll bet your fucking are.”, Steve growled before abruptly reaching forward to grab your throat. “You’re always sorry.”

“Baby, let her go.”

“She’s fine, Eddie. Right, Y/N? Tell him you’re fucking fine.”

“I’m…I’m fine…Mr. Munson.”, you responded, your voice incredibly strained with how hard the other man’s palm was wrapped around your neck. 

“Ok, sweetheart.”, he replied cautiously as his gaze shifted between you both. “You remember the word right? If you get uncomfortable…”

“Yes, sir. Ahhh!”

Guiding you to the bedroom, Steve practically pushed you the entire way and all but threw you on to their mattress. As he tried to pull down your pants, he became annoyed, tearing them with his hands before tugging them the rest of the way on to the floor. 

“Wear these fucking tight pants like a fucking slut.”, he grumbled as he roughly yanked your legs apart. “Don’t fucking cum, little girl. Do you hear me?”

“Y-Yes, Mr. Harrington.”

He was ruthless with the way his tongue flicked and sucked between your legs, bringing you to the edge multiple times before taking away your pleasure. Eddie gently propped you up with your back to his chest and you were grateful for the feeling as you pressed your sweaty forehead to his cheek. 

“You’re doing really good, pretty girl.”, the professor whispered as his palm brushed your damp hair away from your face. “Steve, how many more—”

“As many as their needs to fucking be, Edward!” The metalhead’s head ticked to the side at his name. His partner only ever did that when he was extremely upset and wanted to feel in control. “My fucking dad, this town, and those stupid fucking people think they can tell me how to be or who to fucking love? Keep your legs open, Y/N! After everything I’ve sacrificed for these people and it’s not enough.”

“You—You both are—mmm ahhhh—more than enough for me.”, you cry and Eddie kisses your cheek.

 “Oh please! Like you fucking care.”, he spits as he pushes two of his long, thick fingers inside you. “You can leave whenever you fucking want to… go off to fucking…Hollywood with your young, buff boyfriend who can apparently to it all it seems. He can keep you safe better than we can since loving you is putting you in more danger!”

You barely registered it but his partner did as his wide eyes scanned over Steve. You were too busy trying not to cum as he didn’t pull back this time but had yet to tell you it was ok. 

“Steven, stop.”, Eddie commanded in a firm tone that the other man ignored. “Red, Steve, stop. NOW.”

When the man’s fingers only slowed but didn’t completely come to halt, your professor slid out from behind you and shoved his boyfriend away from you. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

“The fuck is wrong with you?! She said she knew the fucking word, Eddie!”

“Yeah and I know you! What the fuck was that?! You tell her you fucking love her this way?! After saying she doesn’t care and that she’s going to leave us, you fucking asshole! That’s not fair to her. We can’t take her out on dates or show her off but at least us conveying how we feel shouldn’t be hidden under all the bullshit you just did.”

“Eddie…”, you sniffle as they glare each other down. “It’s ok…”

“Get the fuck out.”, Eddie commands as he points past Steve towards the door.

“This is my house to. I don’t have to go anywhere.”

Your professor steps forward and bumps his boyfriend with his chest, making him stumble backward as Eddie guides him towards the bedroom door. 

“We agreed that we’d protect her so that’s what I’m doing. I’m protecting her from you.” Steve’s eyes widened as he glanced around the room as if finally recognizing where he was and who he was with. “You don’t want to leave fine but I’m not letting her anywhere near you till you get yourself together.”

With one final shove, Eddie pushes him out into the hallway and slams the bedroom door in his face locking it tightly behind him. 

As quickly as he can muster, the metalhead lifts you into his arms and places you on the edge of the tub as he fills it with water. 

“I-I-I was doing ok. You didn’t have to stop h-h-him.”, you cry as you wipe your eyes. 

“Look at me, sweetheart. Everything is alright. You may have been able to handle it right now but sometimes Steve… goes overboard…when he’s angry. I think it comes from years of growing up with his parents but even when we fight which is rare he has a bite to his words.”

After carefully guiding you into the bath, you remain silent as you allow him to clean you and massage any part of your body he can reach. 

“I’m sorry I went to the meeting. You both seemed so worried and I couldn’t wait. I didn’t expect them to turn on me like that.”

“You’d be surprised how quick they turn.”, he sighs. “We were worried because Steve already knew the town was pissed off about their recent losing streak so he assumed they wanted to talk about what happened with Martin. I didn’t expect them to talk about your play or you like that.”

Your fingers reached out to caress his face and he smiled as he placed his hand over the back of yours. 

“Thank you for trying to defend me with his father.”

“I’m sorry for what he said about yours. Y/N, your dad would be so proud of you. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Not even with you two?”

Eddie heavily exhaled as his eyes closed and he shook his head. 

“No, baby, not even with us… what is wrong is hiding you…hiding that you’re ours and that we can protect you. Y/N, when that kid stood up for you and I saw him shield you behind him, I was glad he was there but also really fucking jealous.”

“I know. I heard it in your tone.”, you giggle as his grin widens for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah. What I mean is… I couldn’t push you behind me. I couldn’t tell those people to fuck off because you’re my girl and I’d take a fucking bullet for you. I almost died trying to save Steve and my friends and I’d do it again to save you. I don’t even need to think about it. You and Steve are safe with me and I want all of Hawkins to know that.”

Your lips tenderly find his before he helps you out of the bathtub and dries you off. 

“Eddie? Do you love me to?”

Pausing for a moment, he smirks your way and slides one of his shirts over your head. 

“You caught him saying that, huh?” After getting you into some comfy shorts, Eddie climbs into his bed with you and you promptly curl up into his side resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry he said it like that.”, he whispers as his fingers play with your hair. “Um, what if I said that I do love you…very much…”

“I would say that I love you to, you and Steve, but that scares me. I don’t want to ruin your careers or the life you’ve made here.”

“I would probably say something back like how it scares me to but not as much as how hard I fell for you. It was the same with Steve. I wasn’t expecting to fall for him but here we are 10 years later. I—we—also don’t want to ruin your life either. You deserve all the good things, Y/N.”

“So do you.” Quietly, he continued to rub your head as you listened to his steady breathing as his chest rose and fell. “Eddie…I love you.”

Pulling you tighter to him, he tenderly kissed your forehead. 

“I love you to, Y/N.”

##################

In the middle of the night, the sound of low grumbles woke you as you opened their bedroom door and tiptoed out into their living room to find Steve asleep on the couch as he tossed and turned. 

“No…no… please…”

As he groaned, you fell to your knees beside him and tenderly moved his hair away from his face. 

“Don’t…don’t hurt her…please…”

“Everything’s ok, Steve. Shhhhhh, baby. I’m right here.”, you tried to sooth as his nose scrunched in what looked like pain. 

“Run, Y/N…Run!” With that his eyes snapped open as he shot up, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

“Whoa! Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok, Steve. I’m here.”

He didn’t say a word as he forcefully pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you as he cried. You continued to pet his head as you held him to your chest, whispering comforts as you tried to calm him.

“People in Hawkins were trying to hurt you. I tried to tell them…I told them you did nothing wrong but…they wouldn’t listen… you were so scared…I couldn’t…”

Your lips kissed his sweaty forehead before trailing down his cheeks to dry his tears. 

“Steve, everything’s ok. No one’s going to hurt me but if they did I know you and Eddie would keep me safe.”

Leaning back, his large hands cupped your face as he kissed your lips. 

“I’m so sorry for yelling and taking my anger out on you. That asshole was saying all that bullshit and then he mentioned your dad and I just lost it. It made me think of Eddie and what he went through…I just felt so out of control.”

“I know, Mr. Harrington, I know.” At your words, his head hung as he pulled away but you quickly grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you again. “Use me to find your control again…both of you.”

As your gaze shifted towards Eddie who had been watching from the hallway, Steve’s lips kissed your cheek before trailing down to your neck. 

“Please, Mr. Munson...use me.”

The metalhead slowly stepped forward and descended to his knees in front of his boyfriend as you moved off his lap out of the way. Lifting his hips, Steve helped him pull down his shorts, groaning when Eddie spit over his tip and stroked it along his length.

Cupping your cheek in his palm, he brought your lips to his, lightly whimpering against them as his partner enveloped him into his mouth and bobbed his head. 

“Fuck, baby. That’s it.”, Steve mewled as his fingers threaded through his long hair. 

When his free hand lightly tugged at your shirt, you got the message and as soon as you tossed it aside he lowered his head to your breast eliciting a soft moan as his tongue swirled and sucked on your nipple. 

“Both of you…use me.”, you repeat with heavy pant as Steve grips Eddie’s throat to passionately kiss his lips before guiding him beside you on the couch as both sets of hands roam along your skin and their mouths suck at either side of your neck. “Please.”

“Sweetheart…you always say…you need time because…our cocks are too big. I don’t think you can handle that…right now.”, Eddie exhales out between each kiss of your skin. 

“But we’ve—”

“We’ve done some stuff yeah because you were curious but that’s different.”

“Please, Mr. Munson. Pleeeeeeeeease.”, you whine making Steve chuckle. 

“Yeah, Professor. Show her how it’s done.”

Eddie playfully narrows his eyes at his partner before falling back against the couch to remove his boxers. When you straddle him on his laps, out of habit, your hands run along his bare chest making him mewl as his fingers take hold of your thick waist. 

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.”

As Steve starts to stand, you quickly take hold of his shoulder and place a tender kiss on his lips. 

“I love you.”

The coach blinks a couple of times as he scans over the softness in your face. They never expected to meet you let alone start a relationship with someone they trusted so completely as to tell you their deepest, darkest secrets. While Eddie was in the hospital after their battle, he would sit beside him in the chair and imagine what a life could be with him. 

He pictured dancing at metal concerts outside of town or even screaming along to one of Eddie’s songs as he played on stage. He envisioned lying in bed with him while holding his hand kind of like he had been for the past couple of weeks except the metalhead would be smiling and laughing at something goofy Steve probably said. He imagined holding him to his chest as he slept, playing with his hair, and reminding him in every way he could think of that he was safe.

Since they started seeing you, he pictured dancing at a wedding with you in a beautiful white dress that showed off every one of your gorgeous curves while he and Eddie were in crisp black tuxes. He saw you at a game he was coaching in the bleachers with the man you both loved at your side holding a baby that looked exactly like him while they clapped their little hands at something happening on the field. 

Steve saw a future with you both he desperately wanted and would do anything he had to, to protect you both.

“I love you to, Y/N.”

Your grin grew as you focused on Eddie again, surprised when you were met with his lips. 

“I love you to, pretty girl.”

Clinging to his neck, you lowered yourself onto his cock as you whimpered at the familiar stretch. 

“I love you to, Eddie. So much…fuck.”

“There you go, baby. You got it.”, he cooed as you rolled your hips slowly. “Take your time. We have all night.”

“God, you feel so good. Is…is it going to hurt. I mean more than when we…”

“When we put the toy inside your ass?”, Eddie finished for you. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m not going to lie to you. But then it will start to feel good.”

Your forehead falls on his and he cups your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“Did I tell you I was Steve’s first?” He smiled when you giggled and shook your head. “Oh yeah. Obviously, he had been with women before but he had never explored that part of himself.”

Lips kissed your back and the metalhead scooted his body down till his neck was leaning against the back of their sofa. Something cold made you gasp before Steve’s lube covered fingers ran between your cheeks. This part you knew from playing with them prior and your eyes squeezed closed as Eddie continued to watch your face. 

“We had been together for about three months—fuck, I could sit here for hours inside you telling you stories—and he asked me if we could try. Y/N, I swear, the way those big, beautiful eyes looked up at me…I thought I was gonna bust.”

After placing a palm on your shoulder to steady himself, your breath caught in your throat as you felt Steve’s cock lightly press against your hole.

“When I started to slide inside of him? Fuck me, baby, he was so tight I lost my fucking mind.”

As slowly as he could, the man behind you began guiding himself into your behind. Your fingers that were clinging to the base of Eddie’s neck dug into his skin as you bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming.

“It’s alright, honey. You’re doing so—fuck—so good.”, Steve whispered. “I’m going to push a little more in, ok?”

You nod aggressively before you remember the rules.

“Y-Yes, Mr. Harrington.” As he continued, a sharp burn coursed through your body as you lifted your head and grunted in pain. “Wait! Wait…yellow, please…wait.”

“Ok, pretty girl. That’s alright. Tell me when you’re ready. L-Like he said, I could let you warm my cock all night and I’d still cum.”

“He came before I even started moving.”, Eddie continues as his thumbs stroke your skin. “I fucked him a couple more times that night and then after we laid in my bed talking about the future.”

“Ok, green. Y-You can keep going.”

“Good girl, baby. Thank you for telling me.”, Steve praised, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. Taking ahold of your waist with both hands, he subtly rolled his hips bumping into something inside you that had your eyes rolling. 

“Shit. Was that the spot, sweetheart? Your pussy just choked my dick.”

After a couple more minutes pass, you feel Steve’s warm body and you realize they are fully sheathed inside of you. You had never felt anything like this and the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment had tears falling down your face. 

“What color, Y/N?”

“G-Green, Mr. Munson. I’ve never felt anything this g-g-good before. Mmm—use me. Please…I need you to.”

Testing the water, both men thrust their hips and a moan they had never heard from you escaped your lips. Your own movements took over as you bounced against them, their guttural grunts of approval keeping you motivated. 

“Atta, girl. You like—mmph—feeling us inside you at the same time?”

“Yes, sir. Fuck, you both feel so good.”

While Steve pumps into you, Eddie plants his feet and thrusts up to meet each of your movements with a hard one of his own. Their hands cling to you tightly, sure to leave bruises you don’t mind wearing. 

A sweaty chest leans against your back, pushing you against your professor’s chest and you laid your head on his shoulder as you listen to both boy’s lips smack together as they passionately kiss. 

“I’m sorry.”, Steve murmurs softly.

“I-I know, sweetheart. I know.”

“I hate—oh, fuck—I hate the way they s-still talk about you. You’re both…perfect.”

“Shhhh… don’t focus on that right now, baby. Just…feel our beautiful girl. H-How tight her holes are…fuck. E-Every time your cock slams into her, s-she—mmm—squeezes tighter around me.”

Pulling himself halfway out, skin slaps against skin as his cock roughly hits that spot deep inside making you moan and clench around Eddie. 

“Like that?”

“Fuck, Steve. Just like that.”

Limply, you cling to the man in front of you as you allow them to take over. Matching each other’s rhythm, it doesn’t take long before your orgasm washes over you and crashes like a wave as you shudder against them. 

“Good girl, princess. Good fucking girl.”, the long-haired boy praises as his fingers thread through your hair to hold you tightly against him as they chase their highs. 

Steve cums first, his palm gripping the back of your neck as he slams his release into your ass and after a few more rough thrusts Eddie follows coating your walls with his spend.

“I know, honey. Shhh. It’s ok.”, the coach softly comforts when he hears you groan as he carefully pulls out and Eddie does the same. 

Taking you in his arms, he carries you to the bathroom and holds you to his chest as his partner gets the bath ready. Wincing as he lowers you, they continue to murmur soft praises before Steve climbs in with you and the other man sits on the tub behind you as you lean against his leg. 

“How are you feeling?”, the pretty boy asks, smiling when you nod. 

“I’m worried about you.”, you answer gently as Steve tilts his head. “Jared said he was going to talk to your father. I don’t want him to cause trouble for you both.”

His gorgeous eyes scan over you and his boyfriend as Eddie pours warm water against your skin making you moan as you tip your head back so he can kiss your forehead. 

“My dad already thinks I’m a fuck up like he said. I don’t imagine how much worse Jared can make it unless I tell him about me and Eddie.”

“After the quake, he didn’t try to make amends? I would think something like that would bring a family closer.”

“It brought us closer.”, he grins as he gestures between himself and the man he loves who smiles back. “It made me realize I wanted to be happy. My parents weren’t even in town when everything happened.”

“Are you going to let Theo try out?”

“Can’t say no to someone who wants to see you safe to.”, he chuckles. 

“Speaking of, we may be a bit more protective for a while, sweetheart. You have no idea how Martin will react to being expelled or even the town as a whole so.”, Eddie advised as his eyes flick towards Steve who nods in agreement. 

After getting you clean, the long-haired man carries you to their bed where you fall asleep tangled in their arms. 

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Walking down the hallway, you can feel eyes bore into you as you stroll past. The dean had sent the survey asking students and facility their thoughts on the play but that was nothing compared to the gossip of Martin Click being expelled and being fully removed from the team. 

“Hey, Y/N.”, Theo beamed, ignoring the people around him. “Coach Harrington put me on the team as the new quarterback.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, I’m excited. Let me walk you to class.”

As your eyes search his, you see something behind them.

“Coach Harrington asked you to keep an eye on me, didn’t he?”

Pursing his lips, he nods as he loops his arm through your own and leads you towards Eddie’s room. 

“He said after last night and with everything going on, he trusted me to look after you. He’s a good guy unlike his dad.”

“Have you met him?”

“Ah no but like everyone else I’ve heard the rumors and small-town gossip about the Harringtons.”

As soon as you reach your next class you pause noticing the sign that read “Class Cancelled.” You had just seen Eddie that morning and he hadn’t said a word about cancelling class. Opening the door anyway you are met with complete and utter chaos. 

The desks had been flipped over with the chairs thrown randomly around the room. His own desk that he taught from was on its side with all his papers tossed every which way on the floor. On the board in front of the class “FREAK” was scrolled across in big bold letters. As you headed for his office you noticed the lock had been busted and it was even more messy with all his books and documents damaged. 

Images were dangling from the ceiling above and as you pulled one of them down, you realized they were pictures of the people that were killed in 86.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Eddie’s strained whimpers caught your ear and you found him in the corner with his knees to his chin, his head down in his folded arms with one of the pictures scrunched in his hand. 

“Go get Mr. Harrington. Now.”, you commanded sternly.

As soon as Theo ran out of the room, you knelt by your professor’s side and slowly pulled the picture from his desperate grasp. It was a school photo of Chrissy Cunningham taken for the yearbook in her cheerleading uniform, her smile bright on her adorable face. 

“Eddie, it’s ok. Come back to me, baby.” 

His head shot up when your fingers touched his hair as his palm instinctively grabbed your wrist. 

“Fuck…fuck, Y/N. I-I-I’m—”

“No, no. It’s ok. Come on, let’s sit in the classroom and wait for Steve. You shouldn’t be looking at these.”

When you rose to your feet, he promptly wrapped his arms around you as he pressed his face into your stomach and cried. Neither of you cared in that moment if you got caught or if someone walked in. He just needed to feel safe again. 

“Jesus Christ.”, Steve panted from running to the room as his wide eyes took everything in. “Eddie, baby.”

Falling to the floor, his partner immediately clung to him as he climbed into his lap. While rocking him back and forth, he whispered comforting words as you stepped back to give them some space. 

“His office is trashed to.”, Theo relayed. “When we spoke, it was heading to the locker room so he probably hadn’t seen it yet. It’s nothing like this though.”

Your wide eyes suddenly meet his.

“Oh, no. Lilah.”

“Y/N, WAIT!”, your friend calls as you run out of the room towards the auditorium. 

You hear your theater teacher shouting before you even open the door. 

“Those little shits are going to get it! I’m not letting this town fucking scare me away!”

In the middle of the stage were all the set pieces she and her team had worked so hard on, now in shambles and charred as if they had been burned right there. 

“We don’t know it was them.”, the town sheriff sighed as his deputy continued to take pictures. 

“Of course it was them! Are you fucking kidding? Martin gets expelled and then the morning after they set my stage on fire with my things!? That’s just a coincidence?!”

“Mr. Munson and Coach Harrington’s offices were destroyed to.”

Lilah looks at you completely shocked before anger fills her face as she gestures your way.

“See?!”

“Is everyone alright?”, Chief Hopper asks right as all three men appear behind you. “Alright. I guess I have an idiot and his father to go talk to.”

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[thezombieprostitute]

Constant Change - Part 3

Summary: You and Nick must navigate the new territories of pregnancy and parenting while managing the continued hostility from Clark Kent.

A/N: Reader is AFAB, in her late 30's, early 40's. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Family stress, Pregnancy issues, Wedding stress. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 2 -- Part 4

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“What do you mean you’re getting married? I didn’t even know you were dating!” You can hear your mother’s unspoken reproach at not telling her all the details of your life. “I swear, if this is just some plan to get back at your sister–”

“Mother,” you interrupt. “It’s not a revenge plan. We’ve been friends for a long time and started dating a few weeks before that live stream incident. Neither of us is particularly young so we figured we’d stop wasting time and get married.”

“Well I’m not going to approve of this until I actually meet the man.”

“That’s reasonable,” you assure. “I don’t want you to first meet him at the wedding either, so I'm hoping you can make a weekend of it. Longer if you’d like.”

“It would be nice to catch up. I have missed you greatly,” she admits. “Can I tell your sister about the wedding?”

You think for a minute. “Yes, but keep in mind, she and her husband are not invited. It’s a very small affair.”

“Is there a reason for that? Does this Nick character not have a lot of family?”

“It was a condition of hosting it at the hotel,” you tell her. This was a half-truth. Mr. Pine had agreed to let you have the wedding at The Cairo Hotel provided there were less than 50 people in attendance. You and Nick wanted to keep it at less than 10.

“Okay, and considering the venue, I can very much understanding wanting to use one of the smaller rooms to control costs.”

“Yes,” you're eager to confirm. “And because so much stuff gets a 'wedding tax' we're going to get some non-traditional wedding things as well.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” your mother sighs. “Your sister's wedding was so incredibly expensive for us. I'm glad you and Nick are being more practical.”

“Thank you for understanding, Mom.”

“So, I'll talk with your father about visiting for a week so we can get to know our new son-in-law. You just keep me up-to-date about wedding colors or any traditions you'd like to incorporate.”

“Sounds good, Mom. And thank you!”

Nick was certain that, before you, he was rarely nervous. Then he took you to that fateful party and he hasn't stopped feeling nervous since. He'd put himself in danger countless times without breaking a sweat, but then you were threatened and he couldn't stop worrying. And now you're carrying his child, at your age it's considered a risky pregnancy, and he can't stop overthinking.

He's actually grateful that this means more regular ultrasounds to monitor progress. The first ultrasound was life changing for him. Seeing that tiny bean and knowing it was created by the two of you had him weak in the knees. He would forever be in awe of you and what you were doing.

If there was anything he could relax about it was work. Barber and Teach were expertly handling the Clark Kent lawsuit. The Garbage Men had been keeping tabs on Franco the Elder. He was actually grateful for the work as it helped him work out some of his nerves. Plus, for the times that got rough, you were insistent on patching him up as best you could. Your work wasn't professional but damn if he didn't lean into your touch.

Especially at night when you used his body like a pillow to get yourself comfortable. Sometimes you cuddled him from behind, relishing in his warmth. Other times you needed to be held, enjoying the safety and security of his muscly arms. However you needed him, he was happy to oblige, taking comfort in your slow, steady breathing.

He focuses on thoughts of you as he prepares to meet your parents. While you had told him all the things he would likely need to know, he'd asked Jake to do some more research for him. In exchange, he successfully played wingman for Jake at one of the higher-end clubs.

“Are you sure I shouldn't be wearing a tie,” he asks as your both getting ready.

“I'm sure,” you chuckle. “It's meant to be a quick dinner, basic introductions, before they settle in their hotel for the night.”

“And I should just go ahead and call them by their first names, right?”

“Well, if you want to call them 'Mom' and 'Dad' right away it might be a little awkward.” You smile at him in the mirror and he grins.

“I just want to make a good first impression. I'm spending the rest of my life with you and they're important to you.”

“Trust me,” you turn to face him. “They're gonna be a little judgy at first, and that's normal. Especially with how quickly we're getting married. However, as soon as we announce the pregnancy, they're going to forget all about that.”

“Maybe we should announce the pregnancy first,” he jokes.

“Tempting,” you nod. “But we're waiting until after the first trimester for a few reasons.”

He hears the worry in your voice and wraps his arms around you, bringing you in for a gentle kiss. “It's going to be okay,” he promises. You nod but are unable to say anything. He gently holds your chin, making you look at him, “I mean it. Somehow or another,” he places his hand on your lower belly, “we are going to be okay.”

Tears of gratitude gather in your eyes as you smile, “thank you. I needed that.”

He smiles back and continues to kiss you as finish getting ready for dinner.

As your parents approach the table, you get up and hug your mother as Nick stands to greet them. Your father doesn't hesitate to take his hand and bring him in for a hug, throwing Nick off guard.

“Thank you for helping my daughter with that drunken lunatic,” your father says. He pulls away, looking Nick in the eyes, “you put yourself in harm's way to keep her safe. Not that it's needed, but you have my permission to marry my daughter.”

Nick is shocked by the quick acceptance that he's unsure of how to respond other than, “thank you, sir.”

“There's no need for that,” your dad smiles. “Just call me 'John'.”

“Thank you, John,” Nick chuckles as they release hands. He turns to your mother and offers a hand in greeting which she accepts.

“While I am very grateful for what you did, I'm still withholding my approval until I know you better,” she tells him. “Though I am okay with you calling me 'Ellen' instead of 'ma'am'.”

“That's absolutely fair, m—Ellen,” Nick nods.

As you all sit down, the waiter comes over to take drink orders. Your mother arches an eyebrow at your ordering of a ginger ale and laugh it off as nerves over the meeting and the upcoming wedding.

“Oh, yes, that reminds me,” she says. “What is the catering situation for such a small wedding?”

“There's a 4 star restaurant attached to the hotel and, because we're hosting a party there, we're getting a discount on the total for the group.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Ellen sighs. “I'm so happy you're being smart about this.”

“You were always the the more sensible child,” John adds. “Yet another reason I'm already supporting the marriage.”

Ellen gives him a small eye roll that he chuckles at. Turning back to you she asks, “who actually is paying for the wedding, though? Are you able to afford the hotel because of a payout from the incident?”

“That's still being processed in the courts,” you inform her. “He actually tried suing us! Thankfully Nick's lawyers are very good, we're in the clear. But the process for figuring out the amount he owes us is taking awhile. Mr. Kent's lawyers seem insistent on fighting everything.”

“Nick,” Ellen turns to him, “you have your own lawyers?”

“Company lawyers,” Nick is quick to note. “I work in security for the kind of business that looks out for its people. Access to some of the best lawyers in the city is one of the benefits of the job.” Ellen nods at his answer.

“And as for who is paying for the wedding, we are splitting things in a way,” you interject. “Nick is paying for the hotel and food, I'm paying for the clothes and decorations. And yes, that includes any of the clothes you and Dad want to buy while we're out shopping for my dress.”

“You work security,” Ellen asks. “That sounds like dangerous work.”

“It is,” Nick admits. “Thankfully my employers understand the importance of prevention as opposed to just muscle. It makes my work a lot safer for myself as well as our clients.”

Your parents' comments are cut off by the arrival of the drinks and the ordering of the food. Thankfully, as promised, it is a quick dinner. You're feeling tired and you can tell your parents are, too. Nick has managed to make sure he's paying for everyone's meals and your mother gives an appreciative nod at his behavior.

You confirm times and locations for tomorrow and say your goodbyes for the night.

“Did I do okay,” Nick asks you in the car.

“You did wonderfully,” you assure him. “I can't say I'm too surprised by either of their reactions.”

“I sure am,” Nick grumbles. “Well, not Ellen's but definitely John's.”

“He trusts me,” you shrug. “All he's ever really wanted for me was someone who would keep me safe.”

“So having a security job is a major plus.”

“And if Mom truly didn't approve, she'd say something by now. I think she just needs to confirm for herself that you're as wonderful as I say you are.”

“You tell your mom I'm wonderful?”

“Every time I talk about you.”

Nick smiles and blushes at that.

Part 2 -- Part 4

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[disco-elysium-via-polls]

2. "C'mon, guys. She hangs out with you meatheads. This cannot come as a surprise."

EUGENE - "Yeah -- no. Ruby's got more balls than a ball pit. You'd have to be an idiot not to..." He looks around. "Guys, I'm not the only one who knew, right?"

GLEN - "Knew what?" The man can't believe what he's hearing. "First he says she murdered him -- now she's a *f*g* too? It's a lie!"

ALAIN - "C'mon Glen, she likes Monica's titties more than *you* do." The Mesque smiles. "Everyone knows which way the wind blows there."

SHANKY - "I did! I knew it! That's why she didn't fuck me at Fatty's birthday party."

EUGENE - "She didn't fuck you 'cause you're *forty* and you still live with your mom, Dennis." Light laughter sounds off in the room. It feels nervous.

"Klaasje said she made advances on her -- and she thwarted them."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Ruby then threatened her -- and told her to end her relationship with the deceased."

TITUS HARDIE - "This is *some* sordid shit." The big man rubs his chin. "It's also the kind of garbage our Miss Oranje puts out to cover her own ass."

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - Sort of -- but *he* doesn't have to know that!

"She did tell us when we were close to arresting her."

"She just told us -- Ruby made her scared and she spilled the beans."

TITUS HARDIE - "Figures." He looks out the window. "But that Ruby *is* queer as cabaret, now that I start thinking about it. So there is some truth to it..."

"And that's okay. Some are queerer than others, you can still be a Hardie." He glances at Glen. "But if you bring your own personal shit into our outfit..."

SHANKY - "And then, boss..." he shakes his head "...use us to cover it up? I mean, that's just fucked up."

EUGENE - "*If* it's true." He looks at Shanky, then Titus. "But it's not -- right?"

3. "Maybe it's all part of a leadership challenge? Against you, Titus."

TITUS HARDIE - "There's no fucking leadership challenge." A flash of rage; he calms himself. "Just when I thought you were taking this seriously, cop, you put your head in your ass."

EUGENE - "Man, now he's just throwing shit against the wall to see what sticks."

Oop, bad move.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Okay..." The lieutenant steps in. "We've ruled out infighting. That's how this works: by exclusion. Remember, all we need to do is rule Ruby out too. That's all this is."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - There's a bit of truth in there for Titus to react so brashly. He does not like his authority questioned.

Thankfully Kim is here to bail us out.

4. "When Klaasje came downstairs -- Ruby appeared to *know* that something was wrong."

ALAIN - "Nah, man. That's just Ruby. She's got shit under control," the man explains. "That's her whole thing. That's why she's so good."

EUGENE - "Plus, man, it's like *female intuition* you know. Women talk to women." He peeks at Titus. "Which is sorta why we need someone on the team who they talk to."

"Yes." (Roll your eyes.) "Female intuition. That's what it was. You're right Eugene."

"Yes, she's just got her *shit together*. That's how she knew."

"*Or* she knew what happened, because she killed him."

EUGENE - "Yeah..." The man seems unsure of himself.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Wishful thinking has no place in a police investigation," the lieutenant tells Eugene, his voice mild but firm.

"A more serious consideration -- that you wish to avoid -- is that she knew what happened, because she did it."

5. "Maybe she killed him because she thought it would curry favour with you?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You had expressed -- on occasion -- your dislike of the mercenaries' presence in Martinaise, right?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Whack someone in my district? That doesn't curry much *favour* with Titus Hardie. She *has* to know that..." He rubs his chin and looks out the window.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - It's the kind of chin-rubbing men -- often leaders -- do when they think of *punishment*.

6. "Titus, you have to see it. Things don't add up -- we need to talk to her." (Move on.)

TITUS HARDIE - Silence. He looks around the room.

THEO - The old man in the corner nods.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - A very small nod -- and a trickle of tobacco spit on his lip.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - This is the only opinion he cares for.

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah -- I see it." He puts his beer down. "There's one more thing I've been *wondering* about. Ever since you asked me where she is. Add it to your list of suspicions, if you want."

"I don't *know*." He smiles a peculiar smile. "I don't know where she went. She just up and left. Got real scared too. Wouldn't tell me where -- however *hard* I asked. Wanna know why?"

"Why?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She was afraid I would tell you." He looks you straight in the eye. "Maybe she was right. By now I probably would."

KIM KITSURAGI - "She knew there's evidence on her -- and she knew we'd find it. This is typical suspect behaviour. Why fleeing is always incriminatory."

TITUS HARDIE - "Perhaps." He looks out of the window again. "Ask her if you find her. It won't be easy though. She made sure of that."

Task complete: Make Titus give up Ruby's location

+70 XP

Level up!

"When did she leave?"

"What was she scared of?"

"Do you have any clues on where Ruby went?"

"Have you looked for her?"

"Do you know what she's doing with Ulan frequencies?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Friday afternoon. When you first arrived. I got word the RCM was in town, then she came in to see me. Told me she was leaving. That's when we had our little... conversation."

2. "What was she scared of?"

TITUS HARDIE - "I told you -- you."

"Me? As in the RCM?"

"Me, personally?"

TITUS HARDIE - "No -- you. As in the cop with the sideburns and the disco clothes."

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - And a hole in his heart. That first.

"And the hole in his heart."

"Don't forget the *funny* tie too."

"No wonder she's afraid. I have come to declare the ending of the Human Experiment."

"She probably knew me from my singing days."

"I'm sorry. God, why does everything flee at the sight of my shadow?!"

"I have no idea why she'd be scared. I'm just a normal cop with regular thoughts in his head."

TITUS HARDIE - "Why not?" He looks at your chest. "You look about ready to do something pretty crazy because some bird fucked you over."

"Don't forget the *funny* tie too."

TITUS HARDIE - "How can I forget." He nods at your tie.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - You and I are going to dance in the moonlight under a billion stars.

TITUS HARDIE - "You know, when I first saw you limp in here I thought she was paranoid, or sniffing her own supply, but..." He measures you up. "Now I'm not so sure."

3. "What else did Ruby tell you -- about me?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She said you have a funny taste in clothes." He scoffs. "And that you won't *stop*."

"Won't stop?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Until you *have* something on her. She said she's heard of you from Jamrock. That you're a human can-opener. That you play suspects against each other. Open them up, like cans."

ALAIN - "Fucking hell..." The tattooed man shakes his head. "Titus, did he just..."

TITUS HARDIE - "...open Angus up like a can? Yes, he did." He nods. "Now, we can whine about it, whack him, or we can go on with our lives. I'm having a 'go on with our lives' kind of day, Al. How about you?"

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - It's not an actual question.

ALAIN - Silence. He nods.

"Is that true Kim? Am I a can-opener?"

"Anything else? *Anything*?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You are... insistent." He nods.

+1 Reputation

"Anything else? *Anything*?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah, there was something else. She wouldn't tell me though. I could see she wanted to. It was *burning* on her lips: 'This cop, Titus, this cop, he...' But she was too scared."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Scared? You should be too. A strange fear creeps over you, a metallic taste in your mouth. Change the subject.

4. "Do you have any clues on where Ruby went?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She's not far. We know that much -- she didn't take her lorry. So she's on foot."

ALAIN - "Good fucking luck, man... She knows this place like the back of her hand. You'll never find her."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah, Al." He gives a sharp look. "And we won't either."

GLEN - "She's not really a..." The man stares into his beer. "Hardie candidate anymore, is she?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She's not, Glen."

5. "Have you looked for her?"

TITUS HARDIE - "A little -- on the coast."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Where have you looked for her, more precisely?"

TITUS HARDIE - "More precisely? On the *coast*. Past the water lock." He nods southwest. "She's not here, so I'm thinking she's there."

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] - *Who's* doing this looking? They're all here.

"You're all here. Who's out looking?"

No.

TITUS HARDIE - He shrugs. "Lizzie needed some air."

"The gardener? But she went to tell Evrart."

"So she didn't go to tell Evrart."

TITUS HARDIE - "You're a smart cop, but you're a stupid person -- no one goes to tell Evrart anything. If he has to know, he has to know *fast*."

+5 XP

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - It's called a... radio, you believe. The gardener may have played you again when she stormed out. She has her own plan.

6. "Can you tell me where on the coast I should start looking?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Sure -- there are some shithouses there. A cinderblock town. The fisher-folk there refuse to unionise, so that's one place we haven't looked."

"I hear they have a shack where junkies sometimes crash. Time for you to step up."

New task: Ask about Ruby in the village

KIM KITSURAGI - "We will start there." The lieutenant takes a quick note. "One more question: what does Ruby look like?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Boyish. Hair's red, dyed. She looks like a lorryman."

7. "Do you know what she's doing with Ulan frequencies?"

Boy, it's been a long time since we found out about this, when we first looked in her truck.

TITUS HARDIE - "The what now? I've no idea." He looks around. "Boys?"

FAT ANGUS - "She said she's... building a..." His voice is very quiet. "A pale emitter."

TITUS HARDIE - "What?"

FAT ANGUS - "We were talkin' about radio equipment. She said she's doing Ulan frequencies and a pale-something. I don't know more."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This guy barely understands what he's talking about.

TITUS HARDIE - "There you have it. Pale-something." Titus puts an end to it.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - It feels like you'll get to know -- soon enough.

8. "It's not much, but it'll do." (Go!)

TITUS HARDIE - "It'll *have* to." He puts his hand out.

Shake it.

Walk away.

TITUS HARDIE - His grip is firm and reassuring. Like holding a piece of unpolished granite.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - Not just granite -- tightly packed RCM sergeant material.

"You should be a cop, Titus."

Just think it.

TITUS HARDIE - "When are you gonna get it through your dumb head?" He scoffs. "I already *am*, I just wasn't sure you were."

ESPRIT DE CORPS - And he still isn't. People aren't afraid of good cops in the way Ruby was afraid of you, he thinks, then turns back to his men.

[greensaplinggrace]

darling for the ask game obv let's get the important one out of the way

😭 idk if this was meant to say darkling but I'm doing him anyway

how I feel about this character: I love him. he's an interesting character that usually gets misinterpreted by the majority of fandom. I like that he has so much potential as a concept, but it makes me sad that that potential is rarely actually realized canonically. all in all, he's a character I really relate to for many reasons: his isolation and loneliness, his depersonalization and dehumanization, his high levels of empathy, his relationship with oppression and repression, and his drive to help others at the cost of his future and his sanity. I also really love his complex relationship with rage and apathy at the injustices of the world, which gives fascinating insight into his existence as an immortal and as a naturally idealistic person who lost faith in others

all the people I ship romantically with this character: mostly alina and mal! I also like him and nikolai together sometimes, and I can see the appeal of luda. plus of course any poly combination of any of these.

my non-romantic OTP for this character: aleksander & ivan is a hilarious friendship tbh. also I'm so in love with the ways genya parallels him and is so similar to him that I adore seeing them together on screen or in fics or basically anywhere, even if just for the horribly tragic tension that really brings out the depth of both their characters.

my unpopular opinion about this character: I have a lot lol. he was right about most things, but I don't think alina was wrong to leave him. I think he's a good character in the book, less so in the show, but in both he suffers from such bad writing that he ends up acting ooc half the time anyway. he's clearly empathetic and caring, and he is obviously able to feel love - but this has no bearing on his morality or any justification for his actions whatsoever. tbh I have so many unpopular opinions of him that it doesn't bear repeating them all lol.

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: that he died better in the show (and that he was written better overall with actual real depth). that he was never resurrected in the books (or at least that his second ending wasn't what it was)

my OTP: malarklina! 💖💕

my cross over ship: none

a headcanon fact: he's still afraid of the dark to this day. he's always cold and alina's always hot. he's very good with kids. he speaks so softly because his mother is abusive garbage and his experiences with men all suck. he's demisexual and biromantic and agender. he dissociates regularly due to both trauma and regular dehumanization, and this affects the way he views his personhood as well as his gender. he always knows the time of day because he can feel the shadows around him. he operates at some level on inhuman instincts tied to the nature of shadows & light.

give me a character (x)

[rowlev]

This is my old crossover oc, Lotus. She was originally a crossover between Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and the X men, where she’d spend the school year at hogwarts, summers at camp half blood, and breaks at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, but over time I think I just made her my main PJO oc. Current OC lore beneath the cut:

Lotus is a daughter of Apollo with incredibly high regenerative healing as her main ability. She was born from the drunken union of Apollo and one of the original lotus eaters from Ancient Greece, essentially raised outside of the normal flow of time. She pretty much didn’t age inside of the “hotel”, or whatever it happened to appear as at the current time, and so the only times she would age were when she went on excursions outside (her mother was constantly high on lotus, and eventually faded away, so Lotus didn’t have any supervision at all).

As a result she learned a medley of ancient languages, cultures, and fighting styles from eclectic time periods, on top of just plain refined street skills. The only reason she survived long enough to learn any of this on the outside was because her healing factor basically makes her a cockroach. Despite how much history she’s seen though, she’s very much just a feral kid who eats out of the garbage. She may technically be thousands of years old, but the time she’s actually aged for is still only 13 years in total. Plus, living out of the lotus hotel doesn’t really teach one a lot of impulse control.

She’s not really up to date on current culture or language or… anything tho. But she doesn’t really care, monsters still die to being punched as far as she can tell. Been a while since the last time she left the lotus hotel. And that’s where she meets another OC of mine, who’s an ex-soldier from Kronos’ army. They basically have to communicate exclusively in Ancient Greek lol but my other oc is trying to teach her the basics of modern living. He’s the one who gave her an actual name, based off her Lotus Hotel and Casino shirt.

[suspiciouscatastrophe]

This is a vent post. A goo made out of pure hatred. It contains ableism, transphobia, deriving one's worth from capitalism, and all that from myself aimed at myself. I do not hold views that would make me extend this attitude beyond myself. If you do read it, and find that we have a thing in common, know that I do not think you are a piece of shit or a waste of breath or whatever else I am implying. These traits are horrible only on myself, on others they are either completely neutral (such as my mental and physical issues, or my lowered ability to work) or purely nonexistent (such as the transphobic bullshit that my brain spews at me).

That being said.

I am the most useless waste of breath ever:

- I do not work, I only siphon money away.

- In our country, college is free for the amount of years it takes to complete a given program + 1. Due to being both stupid and lazy, I am taking 8 years to complete a 3 year program, putting a price tag on every day of my life.

- Due to the combination of my mental issues, I cannot consume a lot of different food categories (texture issues and intrusive thought trigger, physically unable to eat, gagging), making me mostly rely on several foods over and over and easy garbage with little to no texture or taste variety.

- Plus! A lot of what I can eat causes me digestive issues and aches. Almost as if "mother nature" didn't really intend for a mistake such as me to be alive.

- I am unable to prepare my own food, I get overcome by panic, unsanitary and violent intrusive thoughts upon trying. Sometimes getting something out of the packaging is too much, which made me cut down on buying food even more. My mother and my best friend are willing to feed me, but that comes with me knowing deep down that it makes me an overgrown child and a burden to everyone. Plus, if you cannot feed yourself (as an adult), you can never expect to be getting food every time you're hungry, because the people you've abused into serving you have their own lives, plus you have enough shame not to ask too much. (that doesn't apply if they're your caregiver, of course, but that's not my case)

- I have been described as unreliable, untrustworthy, oversensitive, entitled, prone to weaponizing my incompetence, manipulative, prone to using my mental state to harm others, moody, uncouth, ungrateful, thoughtless, wallowing in self-pity, attention-seeking (which must be why I am posting this), pushy and overbearing by parents, teachers and former friends alike.

- I have problems staying awake when focusing, despite regular 8-9 hours of sleep a day, but *interestingly* only during duties, such as attending classes, studying and working on my writing projects. In 90% of cases, soon after initiating a high-focus activity, my eyes will start to close against my will, and I, trying my hardest to stay awake, find myself stuck in a state of rapidly blinking in and out of consciousness, as the reality mixes up with vivid dreams that I am no longer able to accurately differentiate. I think it's really cool of my brain to be so coddled to rather shut down than to be bored.

- There is something wrong with almost all the systems in my body and I am, once again, a drain of medical resources.

- I am too underweight and probably too sickly to be able to donate blood and plasma, so I'm not even fit for that use.

- I am not very much to look at, either. I have several skeletal deformities, and an average face full of bleeding scabs, as I have acne and a lot of skin-picking issues, and I cannot seem to get myself to stop scratching my skin open since I have the restraint of an animal.

– I am roughly half a year into my transition (FTM) and I aggressively do not pass. I'm doing everything I can. I dress fully in men's clothing, I have short hair, I bind, I pack, I voice-train, I work out (only lightly, I'm not that kind of guy), I'm trying my hardest to sit without my legs crossed, I'm out to everybody who knows me, and I refer to myself fully in masculine grammatical gender in public (the local language is heavily gendered). Yet I haven't yet had a stranger gender me correctly, and there are people in my life who keep going out of their way to misgender me. Transition and presenting masculine in general makes me happy, but I don't deserve it, because clearly I'm not putting enough effort in. I'm trying my hardest to go on T, but I keep facing more and more medical obstacles, as if the doctors saw right through me and understood that I am just an entitled, shitty, whiny brat of a little girl that just wants more attention or something.

- I do not have a car and I am terrified to drive, making me unable to help people around me get places. It's also making me nearly unemployable.

- English is not my first language (as probably evident) but despite having been learning for 17 years now, I haven't been able to become a proficient speaker, leading me to believe it will probably never happen for me. Despite communicating with my friends exclusively in English, consuming media in English and using the language for my studies and for speaking to teachers, my grammar leaves much to be desired, and my pronunciation makes my peers - also second language learners - laugh out loud when I speak out.

- And even if I do master English one day, it is still a very ordinary and useless skill to have, given that most people my generation speak it and therefore it does not provide many employment opportunities. As a linguistics student, I have to either get a technical, non-language specialization to be able to translate expert industry-related or scientific materials, or learn to code and understand statistics to work in data analysis, or learn a lot more languages (plus improve my translation skills, ofc) to find work.

– One of my best traits used to be my ability to write, however lately I haven't written anything new, and the more I re-read my old works, the more mistakes I see in them and the more they sound not as good as they should be.

By this point, I am kept alive by the fact that I have people who rely on me being there for them and I cannot let them down. I am sharing my gripes with myself mainly out of the self-destructive urge to have it confirmed that I am not losing my mind and that I am a disgusting mistake. Roast me with all your might, besties. It's anonymous.

[gaykarstaagforever]

I finished Point Lookout. It is good for being typical Fallout 3 bad.

Every challenge is just stupid-huge health bars. I won because I had 6000 caps and was level 29 and was wearing one of my three sets of novelty power armor. That's not a challenge, that's just attrition. But judging from all the other Todd Games, that's what he thinks "challenge" means, and he's not getting over that at this point.

Whatever. It sucked but I made myself do it.

The environment is nice. I'm a sucker for swamps. This one isn't terribly complex but it's good enough at atmosphere for a DLC.

The enemies here are mostly what the concept art probably called "mutant hillbillies." Which doesn't make a lot of sense for this coastal tourist town, DC-adjacent Maryland suburbs location. But this game came from an era where enemy types were either aliens, masked men screaming in foreign, or The Hills Have Eyes freaks with gratuitous Southern accents. And Todd picked one, so here we are.

I'm sure it's offensive to someone. But I'm a (lower) middle class guy from Pennsylvania only upset it makes no sense geographically, so I'm probably not qualified to be offended in the first place.

I liked the attempt at complexity with all the Chinese espionage stuff. But it wasn't done in any way that was interesting or challenging so, meh.

You get to blow up a mansion and turn a lighthouse on. And I was routinely attacked by like 16 people at once, and the game only crashed from all that half the time. The fact that it ever worked at all in this garbage engine is impressive enough.

Pro Gamer Tip: always side with Dr. Calvert until you get to his bunker, where Desmond gives you a chance to side with him. Otherwise you get blitzed by stupid inexplicably overpowered tribals all the time, and the game crashes half the time. Once in the bunker Desmond csn be talked into thinking you exploding a mansion with him inside it is just a prank, bro, and then he helps you kill robots.

...When he doesn't get stuck in the geometry and despawn and randomly aggro on you. I had to reload the bunker literally 5 times until it worked properly. Nice game, Todd.

Oh and I got the Krivbeknih and took it back to Dunwich. And, would you believe, Dunwich respawned properly, like I had never been there, with the obelisk and everything! I had a feeling it would do this. Then I pushed the book against it and it exploded and...that was it.

Okay.

So I reloaded and gave it to the old guy instead. He took it and ran into a basement with it, where he started praying to a corpse and told me to leave. I shot him and stole it back and...that was it.

Okay.

I realize this is merely a cute extended Lovecraft reference across multiple releases, and I appreciate that. But it's also a big nothing, and I think we're all pretty exhausted with Lovecraft's incel racist mediocre scary monster shit at this point. And many of us were when this game came out.

When I got back to the DC Wasteland, I tried to finish the main game, but the last mission hit a critical glitch after the robot march to the Jefferson Memorial and I was soft-locked. Apparently it is a thing caused by The Pitt DLC, that might be fixed if you uninstall and reinstall that and try an old save. I did that and it still didn't work, so I quit.

I've seen this ending like 4 times already, and it isn't great to begin with. Plus most of the time the end slides glitch out and credit you for stuff you didn't do anyway.

A fitting way to end this revolutionary and important, but also pretty fucked game.

This was the game that got me into Fallout, and it has a great vibe. But man is it a mess. New Vegas is simply fundamentally better in every way, and I've already restarted that.

And I am legit happy now.

I love Fallout 3. But seriously, fuck Fallout 3.

[sunnyie-eve]

ELEVEN

Series: Life Lesson || Sorority Boys

Paring: (Adam/ Adina x OFC!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: language

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"Leah, Leah, Leah." Mia chases after her sister.

"I'm never dating anyone! Guys! Girls! They're all the same!"

"Can you tell me what happened? Talk to me. That's what we do." Mia reaches for Leah's arm stopping her in some random hall.

"Daisy acts like a different person in public but we all all night in private at home. Plus she says she's moving back to Minnesota."

"That's such a stupid cop-out..." Mia says to herself but Leah hears.

"Thank you!" She throws her arms up walking away making Mia chase after again. "Maybe if I can find her and we can just talk it out." She hears Daisy in the distance.

When she opens the door Mia sees Dave and Adam hugging, "Minnesotan, huh?" She leaves and Mia looks at the two.

"I'll take care of it. Just find your damn tape so you can explain everything to her." Mia shuts the door chasing her sister. "Leah!" She calls out her name looking for through everyone.

"Excuse me. How would you like to go to bed with a very rich man?" Kloss does the same with Mia as he just did to Leah touching her butt.

"Fucking perv!" She slaps him across the face where Leah hit him not too long ago. "Ugh!" She sees her sister going over to sit next to her.

"I want to go home." Leah sighs.

"You know Daisy and Adina aren't a thing, right? They're best friends celebrating because Daisy got a new job. They don't have a secret thing for each other. Adina actually has a thing for me. She kissed me before you bump me." Mia tells her sister half the truth.

"I feel like shit now... I think someone has a thing for someone else then I get assaulted." Leah huffs.

"That rich perv touched your ass too. He just did it to me when I was looking for you."

"Thank you for chasing me." Leah looks at her sister.

"You're my older sister by eight minutes... I'm always right behind you when you need someone." Mia leans into her as they sit alone.

"Dogcatcher!" A whistle is blower and Leah and Mia are getting pulled up and apart but men.

"Ow, let go of me!" Leah shouts at them.

"Let her go! Let me go!" Mia gets held between the two waiting her turn.

As Dave and Adam were walking around they here what was going on and run to the deck.

"Put her down. Leave them alone." The rest of the girls try to help but get held back.

"Let me go!" Mia fights to get her arms free from Kloss and Dave's dad.

"You'll get your turn next dear." Dave's dad tells her and they start the countdown to throw Leah overboard.

"Stop! Put her down." Dave says in his girl voice.

"Hold on, Darling. You'll get your chance after the beauty." Kloss touches Mia's face so she tries to bite his free hand before they start counting again.

"Dad!" Dave yells normally causing everyone to look at him letting Leah loose. Dave takes his wig off showing himself. "Oh, Leah, I can explain." He tells and she rushes off. "Let go of, Mia."

His dad and Kloss let go of Mia finally so she moves away from them as Jimmy runs up to Adam. "Give us another chance. I can live with the fact that you don't love me. But maybe with time, you could learn to-," Adam cuts him off.

"Hey! It ain't gonna happen." He pulls his wig off shocking more people. "I'm a dude." He says making Mia slightly chuckle because it was obvious and he didn't need to say it.

He sends her a glare, "Sorry." She apologizes to him as Spence shows up with Doofer.

"There's mutiny a door. Convene the high council..." He tells all the guys.

"Girls, let's go home." Mia tells them so they all go get on the boat they got here on. Mia looks at the guys crossing her fingers hoping everything goes well for them.

When all the girls were off the boat the meeting was held. "We must punish these thieves to the full extent of the original charter. Any last words, gentlemen?" Spence asks the three.

"Yeah. Hey, you see those girls out there? Well, you guys treat them like garbage. Why? What, so you can feel like a real man? You all should be ashamed of yourselves. You know, I learned more in one week Y D.O.G. than I learned in four years at K.O.K." Dave says and Adam nods his head agreeing. "And after seeing myself through their eyes, I don't want to be a KOK anymore."

"That's sweet. Is that all?" Spence asks so Doofer pulls out a tape saying what it is. But wasn't 100% sure it was. Dave plays it anyways and it starts to play Adam having sex but then changes to Spence stealing the money out of the safe. Spence tries to say he can explain them but is thrown overboard too.

Back at D.O.G. Mia follows Leah to her room. "Did you know and for how long?" She snaps at her sister.

"Since we all agreed to play in the Powered Puff game. I found out after realizing some things. I said I wouldn't say anything so they could finish their plan. Leah, they needed proof they didn't steal the money out of the safe. A tape on that boat proves they didn't. They just wanted to be un-shunned... When they first started living here they didn't care about us but along the way they did. They learned a lot living here and I know they aren't the same anymore. Dave wasn't playing a game. He really fell for you while being Daisy. Now, y'all showering... I don't like him for that, but I know he really likes you. He didn't what to hurt your feelings." Mia tries to explain to her sister.

"I just want to be alone. So please get out of my room." Leah points at the door so Mia does going to her room to go to bed.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

6.8.23 Thursday

12:46 am

I still have windblow trap and I'm not happy... Just, done showering and now putting a treatment manually on my deep smile lines ( I'm panicking and not happy )....

1:05 am

I feel frustrated... I have no self-fulfillment and I feel fat and ugly... I'm a college graduate but some bad Monkeya'Z FilipiNOSE spin me since 2007 just for nothing...

3:51 am

My pelvic/ priformis/ sciatica is aching... I heard John was crying while sleeping ( he is dreaming of something )... I went to him few minutes ago and caress his face down to his body and lifted and arranged his head on his pillow...

From the past week, John was crying while sleeping ( I wonder what is his dream,angels )...

I still have windblow trap and I hope and pray for progress and leaving the town ??? I feel hurt since 2007, spinning me and making me nothing for 16 years...

8:55 am

Uncle Jun got up as early as 6 am, I think so... He put the garbage can outside....Strange! Garbage collection switched today, thursday crime... Uncle Jun went to baranggay forest, he forgot it is his duty today so he went back to change their shirt uniform but everyday for 2 months he is always reporting no day-off...

12:37 noon

I still have windblow trap and I wanna leave the hometown coz I feel hurt since 2007 that they controlled my life unfairly....

I can' t find a new bf that I like and it hurts not to see those men that I deserve...

In the Nutshell:

I don't like a gf or girl friends, who keeps on stealing my thunder from men and most specially who are part of that unfair organized organization since 2007 and so on and up to the present day...

Plus, if the belief of a particular man is to just hide everything from me that it will not hurt me if they will not tell me... Ouch! That thing will be the cause of my death,angels!

I wanna have some collagen on my feet and I miss going to gym and I need a job for my dying self-esteem that I feel intimidated on other women... I hate being compared! I hate being compared...

5 pm

Done,watching this... It is kinda weird....It feels like there is a hidden crime here... It is a tagalog teeny boppers movie.

The set-up is weird but it is somehow real... Low-cost movie...

My personal case, I feel bitter it is like "Missed Connections"... I feel ugly and fat for 16 years and I can't get a new friends, I want alien... I feel that the FilipiNOSE bad Monkeya'z didn't like me since this windblow trap came into me 2007...

I can't get a new partner coz I can't exist, I want an alien... I wanna enjoy someone who can speak English or amuse me with his wonderful or cute barbie face with maturity and stability and willingness to lift me up,even a lil... I missed a lot of things in life... It seems I missed half of my life coz of this windblow trap....

7:50 pm

Whew! Starting again and super feeling bitterish...

8:36 pm

After exercising, I feel super sleepy coz it is really hot... I need to feed John and brush his teeth before taking my shower...

10:09 pm

In a lil while will take my shower...

I still wanna leave the hometown... I still feel self-pity and ugly and fat for 16 years...

I wanna get a partner as my support system, that I wanna get job or any self-fulfillment... I really need help these days...

I used to be spoiled and we tried going back to the happy old days and most specially me, I wanted to go back but the situation and some bad Monkeya'Z here in the Philippines Cavite are able to control the situation...

I want an alien who can be mutually connected on me...I hate people who are judgemental...

Now, I want someone having dark-skinned but mature and willing to lift me or carry me at his back like baggage....BUT I CAN'T EXIST coz of my situation....Someone who can speak English to amuse me coz I feel sad... Someone who can respect my vanity... it is somehow complicated... Yeah! I want a support system coming from a bf or partner...

I'm a college graduate but someone took it away from me and I'm hurting...

10:50 pm

I have a windblow trap hmm kinda loud voice of a woman... Not voice in my head but a windblow trap a message travelling on the wind....or hoping for a whisper of an angel...

[hillchill]

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[geminimoonbeamx]

She’s Got Bette Davis Eyes

A/N: I'm going to be real; I miss Steve’s loser in a sailor uniform era. I’m not sure how I feel about the return of King Steve but well. Don't even get me started how much I hated the forced throat fucking that is the Duffers trying to make Stancy a thing again. Despite all that, I’m happy to have our baby boy back. 

Warnings: Smut. Road Head. Steve getting his shit verbally rocked. 

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington has been on like, a hundred shitty dates this month alone. He really doesn't expect his date with you to be any different. 

The movie the two of you had gone to see was garbage. Zombiethon. Literally as horrible as it sounds, you’d pushed for that new Demi Moore flick but Steve had become a bit of a movie connoisseur since working at the Family Video.

A bit of a douche too, but then like. Hadn't he always been one?  You’re contemplating why you’d accepted the date at all while he pokes at his coke float with a straw. The diner is in full rage, loud enough that it drowns out any chance of conversation- 

Steve’s corny pick up lines are lost to the hustle and bustle, drowned out by the jukebox and old team mates coming up to pay homage to the former King of Hawkins High himself. 

You’d gotten ready for this. Like, really. Taken hours primping and priming. Your hair fell, practiced and shiny. Your lip gloss gleamed in the light. The denim skirt you wore was just on the right side of slutty. This worked for you, with guys- always. And still, it seemed like Steve wanted to be anywhere but sitting across the table from you- 

And you? Yeah, you’re taking that pretty personally. 

If he thinks he’s going to get a kiss at the door and a second date after this he’s dead wrong. 

You let him ramble, about his dumb job and his dumb hair and his weekend trip to Indianapolis a month ago. All the while smiling, nodding, giving a quip and taking the cues. 

You're more than happy when the check comes in the form of the older woman with a smokers cough. You're pulling out your purse before she’s even dropped it on the table. 

“No, no, no. I invited you out, It’s my treat-” he pats at his pockets. 

You ignore him, pulling the crisp twenty out of your wallet and handing it to the woman. Nora, her name tag reads. “Here you go, keep the change” 

She smiles at you, before turning sharp eyes to Steve, muttering about how all the real men died in Nam’.  

Your pounding pavement towards his car. Funny, all throughout high school you’d yearned to ride passenger in the maroon BMW, and now you weren't too sure you wanted to get in it at all. It wasn't that much of a walk, back you your house- why had you chosen these tall ass wedges?

“I had that tab, back there. You didn’t have to-” Steve starts the engine, sounding uneasy and unsure for the first time tonight and hah. Good. Misery loves company, and you’re the petty bitch that will enforce the fact. 

“You snooze you lose” 

“Uh-” He makes a face, confused as you play with his radio. If he wants to be a dick fine, but you refuse to do another awkward car ride filled with his shitty taste in music. Megadeth it is. 

Your house is just outside of town, at least a thirty minute ride. 

At five minutes in you decide what the hell. You turn the knob, metal fading  “Quick quesh, why did you ask me out if you’re obviously not interested in dating anyone?”

“What? That’s not true. I date, all the time-” 

“Ah, so just not interested in dating me. Like in particular” 

“No, I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasnt interested in you. Dating you. Dating anyone” 

“Can I share my theory with you? I mean I did let you explain the entire synopsis of Casablanca back there so like, my turn” You get comfortable in the leather seat, wiggling so that you're leaning bag against the door, directly facing him. He’s cute, that dumb little look on his face. The confused nod. 

“So you haven't really been with anyone since Nancy Wheeler- 

“Not true” 

“Yeah you’ve dated like half the girls in this town. But boyfriend, girlfriend? Not since Wheeler. Suspicious? Kind of” 

“It’s not suspicious, I just haven't been with anyone that I wanted to take that next step with” Steve defends himself, bristling a little bit. Fuck if your going to let this go. Who cares if he’s uncomfortable? This is the most fun you’ve had all night. 

“Sure. It’s okay, I’ve done the hung up on the ex thing too- like for years. I just wish you would’ve told me” you shrug 

“Told you what exactly?” 

“That you weren't on the market for anything other than…physical relationships” you pick your brain for the right words. 

His mouth gapes, open, snaps closed. Nose scrunches and well. “That's not something I really go around just advertising. Girls aren't into that” 

“Aren't they?”’

“Are you?” He rebuts, doubtful. Hopeful, but mostly doubtful.  

Bingo. Right on the money.

You bite your cheek, trying to contain your grin as you reach over the console, your hand on Steves denim clad thigh “I think as human beings, it’s kind of fucked up to deprive ourselves of touch. It’s one of the five main senses and all that. I mean, so you don't want to get married...that doesn't mean you can't get your dick wet” 

Steve hisses as your fingers drag, right over his fly. “Y/N”-

“Shh, just keep driving. Don't you wanna have a little fun?” you massage his bulge and reach over, because fuck it. You're in this deep already. Rejection would sting but this date had already been horrible. 

You aim for his stubbled cheek, but he turns his head last minute, his plump lips meeting yours. Fuck, this is the good stuff. The legendary stuff. High School mythology etched on the walls of the girls bathroom, whispered in reverence between friends. Steve tastes like mint, feels like sunshine. Uses the perfect amount of tongue. 

You pull away after a moment. “Eyes on the road, hot stuff”

Now why did he take you to the worst movie of all time, when the two of you could’ve been doing this all night? Boys are so stupid. Even pretty rich ones with good hair. 

You nose behind his ear, drag your lips down his throat as your fingers begin to work on his zipper, giggling when he swallows roughly. 

“All this fun’s gonna get us killed” 

“Come on, you're a great driver. Just focus, okay” you pull away, and his head leans, following without his permission. “Or do you want me to stop?” 

You spear your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at him with big bright eyes. The shadows of your eyelashes dancing in the passing streetlights. 

“That's killer, you know that? Not fair at all. If we end up in a ditch, it’s all your fault” He sighs, concedes, reaches down to lean his seat back. 

“You worry too much. But wouldn't that be kind of rad? Death by road head. We’d have the coolest gravestones ever” You whisper wetly into his ear, tugging on the lobe with your lips. 

He just shakes his head. 

Turns out a thirty minute drive is more then enough to make Steve Harrington turn into a puddle of goo. His chest heaves and he white knuckles the steering wheel as you work him over. 

It’s sloppy and crude, the squelching and gagging echoing around the car. His thighs shake and it takes everything to keep his eyes from crossing. He sneaks a peak, down at your bobbing head, at the way that your’e putting your all into it. Those little hurt sounds you keep making when the fat head catches the back of your throat, just right. He snaps his hips up, cruel. Needing to hear it just a little bit louder as you struggle. 

He can’t do this. 

“Y/N- fuck. Ease up-” 

You double down. 

Elm Drive 

He makes a wide swerve of a turn before stomping on the breaks. Your house is just down at the end of the block. 

When he comes , with a shout and his fistful of your hair, it's blinding. He feels like he’s been sucker punched in the gut, before his spine turns to liquid. 

He’s wrecked. 

And you? You’re fine. Just peachy as you pull off with a pop. Spit and cum smeared across the bottom of your face. He accepts the little peck you give him eagerly. 

You’re wiping your face clean, reapplying your lip gloss and dabbing at the corners of your teary, mascara smudged eyes as Steve tries to come back down to earth, his chest still heaving embarrassingly when you seem so…composed. 

He inches down the street, feeling a little high. He probably shouldn't be driving right now- 

When he pulls in front of your house, porch light on and quaint, you instantly grab your bag. Ready to go. 

“So I’ll um- call you? We should hang out again. Soon? Preferably” 

You throw your head back and laugh, almost meanly “That’s going to be a no from me. This was the worst date I’ve ever been on. Like ever. Lose my number, Harrington” 

You’re out of the car before he can wrap his head fully around what you’d said. No? What? The passenger door slams. 

He’s pretty sure you’re going to leave him high and dry- take the steps up to the porch and call it a night. Instead, you freeze, contemplating for a moment. Your eyes scan the street, peeled for any sign of your neighbors before your wiggling your thick thighs, reaching up under your skirt. 

“Something to think about. If you ever decide that you want to…take that next step” You grin leaning into his driver side window. Handing him the pair of baby blue panties. Still warm. Very much wet. 

Steve poor dick jumps. “I’ll take it into consideration” 

He can’t help but grin. That stupid look on his face the entire time he watches you walk the path, shut your front door behind you. 

Steve had taken out no less than a dozen girls in the last few months, everyone leaving him feeling more unsatisfied than the last. He looks at the blue lacy fabric in his hands, and thinks yeah. 

He’s pretty sure he owes you a second date. 

Welp. This was filthy. If you're interested in reading a part two of this, let me know! I think these two could be really fun. Also, food for thought. My ask box is open. 

[tache-noire]

YIPPEEEEEE

AEW is where you can get blood and freaks AND relatively high production value and it's fairly easily accessible (get a VPN and you can watch live online for $7 a month plus every previous episode)

I think TNA also has blood and freaks but i dont watch it so idk

WWE is kind of boring unless you really like the goofy campy side of wrestling, but its where CM Punk is. but he's injured rn. also their women's division is booked and handled way better than AEW.

ROH has unfortunately become a bit of a dumping ground for talent that AEW's owner invested in and then got bored with. but they have some fun stuff going on with the women's division rn! and old ROH is super grungy. You can get an Honor Club subscription online for $12/mo to access every single show they've ever run, which is like. a LOT.

I recently started watching Lucha Underground, which ran from 2014-2018 and has a mix of grunge and telenovela drama. and they have actual genuine intergender wrestling, not bullshit babymode mixed tag matches where the men fight and then tag out and then the women fight. women and men are FIGHTING. my only real gripe with this show is that the commentary is dogshit sexist garbage half of the time when it comes to the women.

alright fine ill watch wrestling you win homos on my dashboard

[romantichore-blog]

🖊 🖊 🖊 🖊 fallout ocs?

want me to gush about my ocs?

I have a gigantic list of Fallout OCs. No, really. We're currently at 13 reasonably developed for FO4, then 4 or so more I haven't been investing much time into lately, plus a courier and their kid. And to be quite honest the only reason I'm not obsessed with 76 is that it's laggy as shit because of high ping. Alright let's talk about the fave four:

🖊 my beloved, my idiot, my golden boy, Brandon. 35 year old prime dad material who laughs way too hard at fart jokes and is far, far deadlier than anyone gives him credit for. Bran had a horrible childhood, ran away at 16 to join the army, married young, incurred severe PTSD from fighting at the front lines and later settled into a boring life working for RobCo as an engineer. He finally sees his dreams coming true with Shaun's birth, only for it all to be dismantled when his wife serves him some nice divorce papers and implies that the kid isn't really his to begin with. The bombs fall and they are rushed to the vault approximately half an hour later. A freshly thawed Brandon returns to his soldier roots and cuts a path through the wasteland in search for Shaun, joining the Brotherhood of Steel as a way to point his anger towards something that isn't his wife or himself, very content in being given orders and not having to think about the consequences of his actions. It's Danse's situation that shatters his views on the BoS, and for a while he wanders without purpose, later deciding to accept Preston's offer to lead the Minutemen. He then simultaneously becomes the most adored and feared figure in the Commonwealth, a very 'women want me fish fear me' situation. Only 'fish' in this case is code for anyone who dares hurt the little people.

🖊 then we have Abigail, history professor and cryptid aficionado from West Virginia. She had a worse childhood than Bran, and is the kind of person who grew up too fast because of all the responsibilities on her shoulders. In her early teens she loses both parents, and is left to raise her little brother by herself. Also marries super young, and quickly finds out that her husband is a walking trash bin - but Abby's toxic trait is that she always, always bends over backwards to please the men in her life. She basically carries them both throughout their relationship, dude remains a mediocre fellow leeching off his increasingly successful, increasingly stressed wife. She graduates, she gets her master's, she's working on her doctorate, and she gets the opportunity to teach at college level as well as an invitation to join the war effort as a military history and strategy consultant before she turns 30. Her career is on an insane, meteoric rise, she finds out she's pregnant and for once it feels like her love life is also going to improve; then her husband finds himself a new fling, starts treating her like garbage in hopes she'll leave him so he'll get to drag her name through the mud, and finally hits a very pregnant Abigail, who still cannot find it in herself to kick this man out. He is the one who gives up and leaves shortly after Shaun is born, leaving her in debt, completely alone and heartbroken. Shaun is around six months old when she starts putting the pieces together again, finds herself a best friend in a similar situation who she ends up dating for a while, then the whole nuclear bombing happens and it all goes to shit again. I quite enjoy giving my OCs a slightly different route from canon, and in Abby's case, she leaves the vault a good three years before old man Shaun begins looking for her. During that time she works as a mercenary, builds a reputation for being incredibly ruthless and professional, and really just tries not to think much about anything. But deep down Abby is an optimist and truly believes in humanity - which is why she jumps at the opportunity to be part of the Minutemen.

bonus: in one of my AUs, Bran and Abby are neighbors who did not know each other and thus both survive the blast. Bran takes the position of General with Abby as his strategist and second in command, a partnership that works frighteningly well.

🖊 Bruno, better known as Sal, was born out of my desire to have a character closer to me in culture and roots. In his canon he is a Brazilian, come from very, very humble beginnings, whose luck turns when his mother remarries and the family moves to the US. By then he is already in his late teens, has massive trouble adapting to the culture, and gets more and more rebellious as time goes on. He is pressured into joining the army in order to be taught 'discipline', but ends up joining the navy instead and hating the whole experience with all his might. But it's there that he meets his wife, Debra, a tough as fuck, no nonsense lady with a very militaristic mindset. They quit at the same time, before the bigger conflicts that lead to the bombs happen, and in order to appease his in-laws, Sal leaves behind his rebellious ways and becomes a hard working, proper man. He changes quite a bit, hides his tattoos (two full sleeves, colorful and referencing his homeland), cuts his very long hair short, and for a while everything is good, even though he is miserable. Then Shaun happens, he never wanted kids and was not ready for it at all, him and Debra no longer see eye to eye, and are consciously trying to make their marriage work by the time they enter the vault. Though he feels like a shit for it, Sal is relieved when he wakes up and Shaun is nowhere to be found - with his wife dead, that's the end of that, in his mind. He has no interest in finding his son and takes the mercenary path instead, remaining untethered to any factions and trying to take one day at a time.

🖊 finally, we have Bastian, my latest sole survivor. I had a last name I really wanted to use, then some characteristics that sounded interesting, and I went on collecting details that kind of had little to do with each other to see if I could connect the dots later. The result is Sebastian Aguirre, born in Iceland, built like a stereotypical 'viking' dude, abandoned as a toddler near Barcelona, adopted and named by a young, single and ready to mingle Spanish woman, raised in a small village. Mother later married an Irish man who'd taken a vacation to find himself again after a bad breakup, he becomes Sebastian Crowe Aguirre, the family travels around Europe for a couple of years before deciding to settle down for good in Ireland and expand the family. Soon enough he finds himself the eldest of nine children, all adopted, and takes to the role of big brother incredibly well. When the time comes to get an education and fly solo, he leans into his penchant for finance and administration, and though he is quite unusual for a businessman, being a 6'10ish heavily tattooed dude built like a tank and all, he becomes incredibly successful. When war comes knocking he is drafted and doesn't much mind it - he's not glad for war, of course, but he sees it as an opportunity to protect his people. His connections in the corporate world see to it that he doesn't stay in the army for long, however, and he is discharged and offered a job in Boston. In Bastian's canon, Shaun is his step-son, and though he does see him as his own he also feels like he has failed and there is no point in looking for him when he comes out of the vault. He decides to try and better the Commonwealth in his honor instead, and does it the best way he knows how: even 200 years ago money is what made the world go round, and he'll need plenty of it. He joins the raiders in Nuka-World with the intentions of reopening the parks as a business venture, all while playing along to the whole raiders 4 lyfe thing. Despite his good intentions, Sebastian is 100% a 'the end justifies the means' kind of guy, and feels absolutely no shame for manipulating everyone knowing full well he always had plans to wipe all gangs out.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Sabretooth and the exiles #1

Been waiting for this and…honestly it didn’t really disappoint all things considered.

It is a direct continuation of Lavalle’s Sabretooth solo, so no major setup. However it seems to also be a slight continuation of Children of the Atom? There’s reference to it because our villain started there I guess.

Anywhos, Dr Barrington is a modern day Dr Moreau (her access code is even that, cool) using mutants to make U-men for Orchis. Ok, that’s pretty easy to follow. Her ship finds Victor, and she’s all “cool I can use his arts for my monster maker”. Loved the confirmation that Vic’s healing factor cannot be fully blocked with an inhibitor collar…

Yet find it interesting he’s confirmed as having metal bones currently (why did they respawn him with that on the island?) and the invert red eyes are still a thing…for some reason

Meanwhile, the rest of the pit gang are riding on jefferies looking for Vic. Mr OC is tracking him psychically. Toad brings up good points how he and Nanny and Peter weren’t part of the it shenanigans so doesn’t trust them all yet. I think Oya and Nekra might be starting a romance? Anyways they find a random island and the newbies stay on jefferies boat while the others investigate but not before this bit

I didn’t realize that I actually did miss Peter lol

Anyways, island is Barrington’s garbage pit and her ship just so happens to be returning just now; Vic also wakes up and escapes at the same time. Barrington unleashes her creation, fighting ensues, self destruct initiated after she captures Peter. But before the ship bows we get this

Now maybe it’s just Orchis, cause that’s a big bad. However, if it’s Stryker brought back from the dead again…plus Barrington sorta reminds me of the chick that made Weapon H, who was also made by grafting mutant parts into a human…

So Vic reunites with the rest of the pit gang, and they’ve got a goal to rescue Peter before Barrington makes his powers pop.

Not a bad start for the second half of a season. Here’s hoping it continues.

[honey-dewey]

That Time Marcus Almost Threw Hands With a Reporter

Pairing: Marcus Moreno/Male Reader

Word Count: 1,127

Warnings: Homophobia

Marcus expected many things upon bringing his fiancé to a joint interview, but the interviewer being a homophobic piece of garbage was not one of them. Let’s see how he reacts, shall we?

“Please?” 

You sighed, looking down at the half kneaded bread dough on the kitchen counter. Marcus had a hero interview on Monday and he’d been begging for you to join him. As a fellow Heroic and his fiancé of a year, you two would have to announce the wedding publicly eventually, but the right moment still hadn’t come up. “And if I do agree to go on with you?” You asked, finally giving in. 

Marcus perked up, his face filling with eagerness. “I’ll take you to that beautiful place you love for a weekend. The one up in the mountains.” 

“Y’know I love it so much because the cell reception is absolute garbage and no one can contact you, right?” You asked, smiling and continuing to knead the dough. “I’ll consider it. But don’t get your hopes up.” 

“Yes!” Marcus said happily, coming around the island and wrapping you in a bear hug. “I love you.” 

You laughed, feeling him press sloppy kisses into your neck and lift your feet off the floor. “Marcus! Marcus! I’m trying to bake!” 

Marcus put you down, kissed you once more, and headed off to take a call before dinner. 

That night, at dinner, you kicked Marcus’s ankle under the table. “I considered it.” 

“Hm?” Marcus hummed, nudging Missy and gesturing to the broccoli on the table. “Eat some.” 

Missy groaned, but did as asked. 

“Marcus,” you said, redirecting his attention back to you. “I’ll go with you on Monday.” 

Marcus froze, his fork clattering out of his hand and to the floor, spilling food everywhere. “Really?” 

“Yeah.” 

Immediately, Marcus lit up, smiling wide and pulling out his phone. “I’ll tell the others!” He said, and Missy almost pointed out that he wasn’t supposed to have his phone out at the table, but you stopped her. 

“Let him be happy,” you said softly, watching Marcus joyously text his coworkers. “And can you grab a paper towel please?” 

On Monday, you and Marcus were getting ready together at the interview site, you adjusting Marcus’s bow tie as he actively complained that he couldn’t wear his leather jacket. 

“It goes with everything though!” He pointed out, adjusting his shirt cuffs and pouting at you. “Why can’t I wear it?” 

“Because this is a formal interview,” you said, grabbing your own tie and putting it on. “Should I wear my ring?” 

Marcus nodded, taking his own engagement ring off its usual necklace and sliding it on his finger. He kissed the ring that remained on the necklace, setting his old wedding band back around his neck. 

You slid your own ring on, smiling at Marcus. “Shall we?” 

Marcus laughed, readjusting your shirt collar. “We shall.” 

You two walked out, hand in hand. The interview was done live, which was an odd experience, but you didn’t mind. 

“Marcus!” The interviewer said as you two sat down on a couch set up on a stage. “It’s been too long! Rumor has it you were in retirement?” 

“For a bit,” Marcus said, smiling politely. “But then we were attacked by aliens and I just never got the chance to retire again. Plus, I met Stitch and he sort of became my partner in heroics. I’d have felt terrible leaving him to deal with Miracle Guy all day long.” 

The interviewer laughed, turning to you. “And you’re something of a small legend amongst the fans. Almost unheard of until you rose to fame overnight with those incredible healing powers. It seems like yesterday that the world was introduced to you. What an achievement.” 

“Thank you!” You said, leaning a bit closer to Marcus. “I do prefer to leave the events and the interviews to Marcus though. Public events were never my thing. He’s just got that certain air for them.” 

The interview went smoothly right up until the end, when the interviewer asked you a question about how you met the Heroics. 

“Through my boyfriend at the time, actually,” you responded. “He worked there as a security guard, and he convinced me to reach out to them and show them what I could do. After they saw it online, I had an interview with Marcus, a short trial run in the field, and the rest is history.” 

The interviewer’s face scrunched. “Your boyfriend?” 

“Yeah.” You shrugged, twisting your ring. “We aren’t together anymore, though. He’s married now.” 

“Hopefully to a woman.” 

You froze. “I’m sorry?” 

“It’s unnatural for men to fall in love with men,” the interviewer said, gesturing loosely. “God forbids it.” 

“Marcus,” you said under your breath, seeing his fists ball out of the corner of your eye. “Don’t.” 

Marcus reached over your lap and grabbed your hands. “I think you’ll find you’re talking to the wrong people about this,” he said tightly. 

The interviewer eyed your locked hands. “You two aren’t.” 

“Engaged. Set to marry in June.” 

Immediately, the interviewer shook her head. “But what about your daughter? She needs a mother and a father!” 

Marcus stood up, and you grabbed his elbow. “Marcus.” 

His jaw tightened, the fury unmistakable in his eyes. You gripped his arm tighter, hoping to avoid a fight. “Marcus.” 

He turned to you. “We need to leave.” 

Two days later, you were curled up on the couch, Marcus reading a book and you cuddled up beside him scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Heroics had gotten understandably pissed when you and Marcus had stormed off at the interview, but they’d understood, so you two were merely suspended from active duty for a week. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, seeing yet another post about your interview. “Marcus, hon, look at this.” 

Marcus looked up, adjusting his glasses and reading your phone. 

“Huh.” He put his book down, squinting closely at the phone screen. “She was fired?” 

“Of course,” you said, taking your phone back and continuing to scroll. “People are entirely backing us up. It’s a bit surreal. We’ve gotten so much support and so many well wishes for the wedding.” You smiled, liking a post that gushed over how beautiful your engagement rings were. 

Marcus sighed. “I still wish it hadn’t happened on live TV.” 

“I’m still mad that you almost hit her.” 

“She insulted you!” Marcus insisted, looking over your shoulder at another post, this time about how much the poster loved how quickly Marcus came to your defense. “I wasn’t about to leave your honor undefended.” 

You scoffed, leaning over and kissing Marcus’s nose. “Mhm. Sure thing, Prince Charming. I think I can defend my own honor, hm?” 

Marcus smiled, drawing you closer for a proper kiss. “So, soon to be Mr. Moreno, do you think we should publicly announce the wedding yet?” 

You laughed. “Nah,” you decided happily, curling back up in Marcus’s lap. “Let’s wait a little while longer.”