#( i don't know how anything works on here anymore)

[chrisgetsmewet]

Birthday girl

warning: smut, cheating, p in v sex

summary: it's you birthday and your bestfriend is making you cake! she had to leave for some ingredients and left you home alone with her bf. She should've known you guys liked eachother right?

A/n: first time writing smut go easy on me😭🙏

"alright guys, theres a shop that sells butter cream just an hour away from here" riley shouts tiredly, grabbing her coat by the door. "Couldve sworn I'd already picked some up. but anything for the birthday girl. also make sure to keep an eye on the oven!"

"riley we're not that incompetent" matt rolles his eyes.

"of course, we got it!" you answer as she leaves, and turn to face matt."you should be nicer to her"

"i am nice" he responds. "besides your the birthday girl, it's you i should be nice to"

"but she's your girlfriend. you have to be nice to her all year round." you put the empty batter bowl in the sink as matt stares at you across the kitchen, leaning against the counter top.

"Im about as nice to her as she is to me" he murmurs and you look back in confusion. were they having issues and you didn't know about them?

"that couldn't be farther from the truth, riley is the perfect girlfriend and you-" you paused looking at him up and down with a light scowl. "-well you're you"

"ah, so you think im not good enough for her how cliche y/n" he gives you a look of displeasure. "and what is it that makes me so unworthy of her"

"look you're not a bad person, you're just.." you sigh struggling to put your thoughts into words. "look at it this way- riley is a person thats rare to find. she manages to be successful and beautiful while also being humble and kind- i know for a fact she would do anything for you. and she's even driving an hour to get frosting for me her bestfriend. thats the kind of person she is" you ramble on, walking around the kitchen as matt stares at you in fascination.

"and then theres you, who has forgotten ever anniversary and put your job over her, because you think it's just so much more important. you see where im getting at?"

matt furrows his eyebrows as he processes what you're trying to say and you think he might get mad at you for a second, but to your relief he cracks a bright smile.

"don't get me wrong im just as much as a mess as you are. and just as unworthy." you laugh and a puzzling smirk crosses his face.

"so you're saying i should be with someone who better suits me?

"yes, exactly."

"someone like... you?" he raises an eyebrow.

you chuckle nervously and take a step back, suddenly aware of how close he's gotten.

"obviously not. I-I didn't mean for it to sound like that" stuttering, you try to move away from him but he doesn't budge, his tall figure towering over you. that stupid smirk plastered on his face increases your heart rate.

"whats the matter sweetheart?" he sneers

"stop playing around" you push him away by his chest and escape to the sofa, slumping down in it with a huff.

"riley told me about the little crush you had on me." he stands behind you and you refuse to face him, consumed with embarrassment.

"crush is a strong word for whatever that was" you feel your cheeks burning up at the memory; when you first met matt at a party, you'll admit you wanted him all to yourself. but what were you supposed to do when riley got to him first? You can't believe she told him.

"so you don't find me attractive anymore?" He asks in that provocative tone of his.

"the outside is fine but the inside could use some work." you feign confidence, avoiding the question. to be truthful, you found him incredibly attractive. So much so that you actively avoided him because you felt yourself folding under pressure anytime he was near.

"can i let you in on a little secret?" he asked quietly, taking a seat in the footstool across the sofa.

"no, but i have a feeling your gonna tell me anyway" you brace yourself.

"the night i saw you and riley at the party playing pool" he begins. "i wanted to approach you not her"

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"but she came up to me first and when i asked her who her bestfriend was, she told me you weren't intrested... in men." your mouth falls open at his words.

"I-I don't know what to say." You stutter, feeling a small sense of betrayal run through you. "I dunno why she would do that"

"because she knew she couldn't stand a chance otherwise." He gets up to sit next you and you tense up at his knee lightly brushing past yours.

"i thought you were a lesbian half the time I've known you- until you started dating that loser a few months ago and riley had to come clean. She thought id find it funny." he curls his lips in disgust.

"and did you?"

"No." He responds. blue eyes staring right through you. "Im still mad about it."

"matt.." you cautiously murmur, sensing the direction this could take.

"Im just saying, remember that next time you want to rant about how great she is. if it wasn't for her lying we would have been together" he rests his hand on your leg but you swiftly brush it off.

"but it's not. And it never will be. you'll always either be her boyfriend or her ex. either way your off limits." You try to assert some boundaries before your self control completely slips away from you.

"and if it weren't for these limits?" He reaches his hand up, tucking your hair behind his ear.

"Oh god, the cake! must go check on the cake" you get up, trying to escape his grasp but he pushes you back down.

"i said if it weren't for those limits?" He repeats sternly and you can't help but fixate on his pink rosy lips. you'd always wondered what they felt like pressed up against yours.

"in another universe if it wasn't her it would be me." you sigh, walls crumbling down "id be yours."

"is that what you want" he mutters, barely above a whisper.

"it doesn't matter. lets face reality" you shuffle back a little in an attempt to impose some distance between.

"Fuck reality. I want you." he pulls you in and you're hit with a wave of warmth radiating off his firm body.

"matt, no. Riley is my bestfriend! im not a homewrecker" you cry out, unsure whether your trying to convince him or yourself.

"you cant wreck something thats already falling apart. i dont care about her- i don't care about any of it anymore. For gods sake i even hid the buttercream because i wanted her to leave us alone for a while." Your mouth gapes open at his revelation

"I knew it!" You point your finger at him and he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you onto him, faces barely inches apart.

"i need you. In every way possible" his voice is so breathy it makes you squeeze your thighs together.

"ugh matt I- "

"Do you want me as much as i want you? please y/n" he whines and you bite your lip over the beautiful desperation in his words.

"Of course i want you, i always have." The words barely leave your mouth before he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you sloppily, grip on your jaw a little to strong. he was gasping for air, stubbornly holding onto you like it's the last kiss he'd ever have.

"don't worry about her, I'll take care of everything" he rubs your cheek with his thumb comfortingly and you feel all your worries melt away; he was here, he would fix it all.

"I've thought about this for so long" you cry, pawing at him. the sense of elation you felt at finally being able to touch him, inhale him, taste him- after an enternity of pushing every feeling down. You did it all out of respect of riley, out of respect of matt who chose her- but now that you learned the truth, restraint flew out the window. He should've been yours- he is yours.

"Lie down for me sweetheart, i wanna see my pretty girl" he pushes you down onto the sofa and inches your skirt down, admiring your pretty pink panties. "You wear these just for me?" You nod frantically, it was true you wore everything for him. Your best underwear, your prettiest lipstick/lipgloss, your shortest little skirts, it was all for him. He pushes your top up slowly, messy kisses being planted all over your tummy until he reaches your perky tits.

"Is there a reason you don't have a bra on baby?"

"Mhm, it's fun watching your urge to stare everytime they move"

(this conversation their having is making me cringe yall but i gotta do what i gotta do😭)

"you noticed that, huh?" You giggle at his honesty as he rips your top off, laughter instantly replaced with breathy moans as he squeezes your boobs harshly, sucking on your nipples.

"best pair of tits I've seen in my life" he mutters into your chest as he continues to kiss and licks all over, making you writhe underneath him.

"matt, please" you buck your hips up towards him desperately needing more. "hurry we don't know when she'll be home"

"Then thats a good thing the door bolts shut from the inside." He grins, hands trailing down between your thighs.

"no! we cant lock her out, what would she think?"

"i don't care, all i know is if i don't get enough of this pussy, im gonna lose my mind." He groans as he hooks his arms under your legs and pulls you down, pulling your panties to the side. you bashfully cover your face with your hands as he rubs your clit with his thumb and when you peak through your fingers, you see him biting his lip and curving his eyebrows into a pitiful swoop. Just as you think it can't get better, he lowers his boxers and frees his cock, heavy length slapping against his stomach. not wanting to inflate his already big ego, you try not to looked shock- but he sees right through you.

"You tryna make me feel bad, sweetheart? no problem, I'll have you squealing in a minute anyway." He confidently asserts and you feel him rubbing his tip along your soaking folds; the anticipation alone is enough to make you throw your head back.

with one sudden thrust, he pushes himself into your tight pussy and you sink your teeth into the pillow beside you to conceal some of the noise. reaching forward and grabbing it from you he tosses it aside and grabs you by the jaw.

"i want to hear every little sound you make."

"b-but someone might hear-"

"I don't give a fuck" he asserts aggressively. "Let them hear. they might as well start getting used to it." you moan at his depraved words, drool forming around your lips.

"if you want something in your mouth that bad, here" he offers his fingers- which you accept gratefully, sucking and biting on them to your hearts content. Just as you've adjusted, he slides the rest of his cock in- filling you so deeply you question how it's even possible. The mewling that proceeds boosts Matt's ego more than is healthy; you pant and whine so fervently that you look like you're on the verge of passing out. your pupils are dilated, your hair messed up, your thighs dampened from arousal and sweat.

"mm fuck- fill me up, please!" you dig your fingernails into his back as he lowers himself to kiss your wet lips, silencing your sobs and pleading if only for a moment.

"you want my cum, sweetheart? let me hear you say it"

"yes please, yes! I want you to fill me up so bad, it's the only thing i want." you ramble words barley audible over the loud sounds of smacking and squelching.

"i could never say no to you." he whispers, head tucked into the crook of your neck planting open-mouth kisses.

"i need it, i need it noww." you whine, tits bouncing as he roughly pounds into you, strong hands maintaining a firm grip on your hips as he rams himself into you one last time: cum spiling from his tender cock and filling you up to the brim. Pulling out, the sensation of his cum dribbling out of you doubled with his thumb circling your clit sends you over the edge, orgasm washing over you like a tsunami, he rests his head on your chest as you both catch your breath, running your fingers through his hair.

"im gonna leave her." He softly speaks. "im leaving and im telling her about us"

your heart seizes in both panic and excitement. theres an us?

The familiar thud of footsteps in the hallway has you both scrambling to get dressed- you pull your top back down and your skirt back on but you can't find your frilly panties anywhere. Matt just about finishes zipping up his jeans when riley walks in to the sight of her very flustered-looking best friend and boyfriend, sitting oddly far apart in an unnatural position on the couch.

"Hey guys, i had to check several different stores but i finally found the right buttercream, what have you- wait, do i smell something burning?"

fuck, you forgot the cake

running over to the oven, she scrambles to pull out the smoking tray, despair takes over her face when she sees the round crust, black as cinder.

"how did you forget?!? What were you doing?" She yells, throwing the ashes straight into the trash bin and frowning at you.

"Nothing, riley. we just got carried away chatting is all 'm really sorry'. You walk over to join her in the kitchen but starting to feel matts seed leaking out of your stretched-out hole and dribbling down your thighs. Noticing the glistening sticky wetness, matt rushes over in front of you to distract his girlfriend.

"it was my fault, i said I'd keep track of time and i didn't." He explain subtly tossing a kitchen towel your way.

"classic matthew, honestly a monkey could have better management." She hisses, barging past him and opening a window to let the smoke out. "No wonder you always forget our anniversaries" he takes a shaky breath and you can see how hard he's trying to restrain himself.

"Not now" you think, giving him a knowing glare and he nods reluctantly. Riley stomps over to the bathroom and you quickly wipe the cummy mess off your thighs, giggling a little at the excitement of sneaking around. Matt rushes over and gives you a feverish kiss, whispering in your ear "she goes to bed early, you know."

maybe you wouldn't tell her just yet.

A/n: pt. 2 maybe?

[kaliforniahigh]

MEDUSA - Part One.

Crime boss Noah and stripper reader.

Had this idea in my head for a while and decided to bring it to life. Hope you like it! (I'm actually nervous posting this)

Warning: strip clubs, reader is a private dancer, guns.

You arrive at your workplace hours before it even opens. As you lock your car and walk to the back entrance reserved for staff only, you think about how you want to style your hair and do your makeup for the day.

Working at a luxury Gentleman's Club, or a Strip Club as many would call it, reserved only for a handful of powerful and rich people, had it's demands. The girls had to be all dolled up, wearing high end lingerie and clothes, hair and makeup impeccable. Bethany, the owner, said she wanted the man frozen in place as soon as they laid eyes on the women. Hence the name of the Club: Medusa.

You worked as a private dancer. Many girls like to work the stripping pole, and you had, for a few years, but some clients started to request you for private sessions, and now you worked with only that.

Some clients you know by name, the ones who are more comfortable revealing their identity, others only by their faces, but overall, you had a list of regulars and some others who came in every once in a while for some fun. Since they had to book the sessions in advance, you knew by the time you arrived the clients you had for the day.

As you're walking to the hair and makeup area to start getting ready, Ava, the manager and the person responsible of keeping up with schedules, hands you the list of clients for the day. As you look at the paper, you see only one name: Noah Sebastian.

She was about to walk away when you call out for her. "Ava, there is only one person on this list".

"Yes, he paid to book you for the night", she answers. "But it says here he requested a 20 minute dance?", you tell her, honestly not undertanding the situation.

"I don't know, he told us to not book anymore clients on you for the night, paid for the whole thing and then said he wanted a 20 minute dance. Men are weird, Y/N. Just go with it, and if he is a total creep, don't hesitate to call security if you feel even a little bit unconfortable, ok?". You nod, acknowledging her statement.

As you get ready, this man does not leave your mind. You're familiar with clients who come with a few requests. Some of them like a specific color of lingerie, or your hair done a specific way. But this has never happened to you. You guess you'll find out when the time comes. The dance is scheduled for 8pm.

As you wait, you chat with the girls and hear their stories of what has happened so far in their work shift. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ava slipping into the room, you peek at your cellphone to check the time and you know she is here for you.

"Y/N, your client is waiting for you in your usual room". 8pm sharp, at least he is not one of those who keep you waiting. "I have already went over the rules, so you should be fine. But please, consider my earlier statement if you feel unsafe", she continues and you give her a reassuring squeeze on the arm to tell her you're going to be fine.

You adjust the robe and tie it around your body, put on your mask and grab you leather whip, just in case he tries anything funny, after all, not touching you is one of the rules and one you like to enforce if needed. The purpose of the dance is to have you in control, while they watch and admire. The mask is not mandatory, and many of the girls don't wear it, but you like to keep the air of mistery.

You tell yourself a few reassuring words before going into the room. As you twist the knob and open the door, your eyes fall on a figure sitting on the elegant, red chair across the room from you. He is wearing a suit and you can tell from the distance you're in, that his hair is dark and short, a couple of strands falling on his forehead.

You don't know what you expected, maybe an older man, in his fifties, with gray hair and a predatory gaze, but nothing prepared you for what you saw when you got closer. Your eyes made their way up, finally landing on his beautiful, dark, almond eyes, who were observing you with a striking look. His face gave nothing away, and you reminded yourself that you were here to do your job: dance for this man, who where the most attractive client you have ever had.

Walking over to the wall adjacent to where you were standing, your Louboutins clicking on the ground the only sound that could be heard in the room (besides your heart thumping in your chest, but you hoped he couldn't hear that), you mess with the cellphone plugged in to the stereo system. The Weeknd's voice singing Die For You started to play in the background. While you're at it, you set the timer for 20 minutes.

As you start to do your thing, you have half a mind to avoid eye contact, you really didn't need to stumble on your feet and fall face first on the floor in front of this man. But you discreetly look over to him, the sight making you falter in your movements.

He got himself comfortable on the chair, sliding a little bit lower, head thrown back so he is looking at you with hooded eyes. You observed his stance and noticed his legs spread open, just begging for you to sit on them.

You think to yourself that if this is a one timer client, you have to make the most of it, after all, this should be enjoyable for you too. So you make your way over to him, leaning in slightly to rest both of your hands on the back of the chair. You look at his lap, and his hands that are resting on the top of his thighs fall away to rest hanging on his sides.

You realize then that he wants you to sit on his lap. You look in his eyes and they ever so subtly dart over to your lips. Feeling emboldened by the act, you spread you legs to have them on his sides, and slowly lower yourself to sit on his thighs.

One of his hands travel up to undo the bow that is holding your robe together. You think to yourself that this is ok, he touched the bow, and not you. You let the robe slip and fall at his feet, leaving you only wearing your black, lacy lingerie. The same hand tries to grasp your thigh but you quickly swat it away with your leather whip.

You didn't think his eyes could get darker, but in that moment, you swear they did. You even dared to think he got turned on by the act. Suddently the room felt scorching hot, even with the minimal clothing you were wearing. You think he couldn't possibly be comfortable wearing a suit jacket. Your hands reach the lapels, slipping under to run your hands on his pristine white shirt underneath.

His back distances from the chair, a signal for you to take his jacket off, and you comply, letting it fall away on the floor along with your robe. Your eyes run over the expanse of his chest, covered by the shirt that is see through enough for you to notice that he is covered in tattoos. As your eyes travel lower, you notice something glisten in the waistband of his slacks. It takes you all of 2 seconds for your brain to register that he has a gun tucked in there.

Seeing guns in the vicinities of the club is not uncommon. Many guests like to walk around with armed security, and they're not shy to flaunt their bling around. But this one is so close to you, and you wonder why this Noah guy decided to come in here with one.

Before you have time to overthink, the timer goes off, signaling that your time with him is over. You get up from his lap, lean down to grab your robe from the floor, turning around to leave the room. You notice he doesn't move from his spot on the chair, and before you slip out, you look behind you and notice his eyes hold a softer gaze now. You feel like he is apologizing to you in some way, and suddenly you're not sure if you want him to be a one timer client or not.

[poisonlove]

Can I have a request!? Jenna Ortega x Fem!Readder

"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, Y/n."

Credits to: urfriendlywriter

-Thank you!

FIGHT | j.o

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X reader

Status: request

Warning: fluffy

The distance was becoming difficult to bear.

Jenna was in Romania for the filming of 'Wednesday,' and our relationship was feeling the strain. Her messages were becoming rarer, and our calls, though filled with love, were always too brief.

I was in Italy, far from her, and the emptiness I felt was growing each day.

My eyes were fixed on the screen of my phone, waiting for Jenna's response: would she be up for a Skype video call?I nervously bit my lower lip, palms sweating. I wanted to see her and talk to her about... us. I don't want to seem selfish; I know how hard she's working, often late into the night... but is it too much to ask for a simple good morning every now and then?

I was even considering the idea of taking a break, not because I don't love her, but maybe it would be one less thing for her to worry about.

Jen❤️Call

I quickly skimmed my girlfriend's message and tapped on the Skype icon, calling Jenna.

After three rings, Jenna picked up.

Jenna's tired face appeared on the screen. "Hey, Amore" she said with a smile, "how are you?"

I looked sadly into her sleep-deprived eyes, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.

I'm a horrible person.

I tried to smile, but the worry was evident in my eyes. "Hi Jen," I replied, forcing the corners of my lips into a smile.

"Everything okay, Amore?" Jenna responded with concern, likely noticing my obviously fake smile.

Of course she noticed, she's an actress.

"I can't wait to come home and hold you," she added, looking at me with total admiration, her brown eyes sparkling uniquely. I played with my fingers, looking down at my legs feeling the weight of the words I needed to say.

I took a deep breath.

"Jenna, we need to talk about how things are going between us," I said, wanting to get to the point.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, every word charged with tension.

Jenna immediately noticed the seriousness in my voice. Her smile faded.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I looked up and saw her expression change from happy to deeply troubled, her teeth biting her lower lip forcefully.

"No, you didn't say anything wrong," I replied, trying to stay calm despite the anxiety growing inside me."It's just that... it feels like we're drifting further apart. Your messages are rare, and the calls, as lovely as they are, are too short. I feel neglected," I timidly confessed, feeling my voice tremble.

Jenna sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"I know, and I'm sorry. The work here is grueling, and I try to make time for us, but it's not enough." Her smile returned, but it was forced. "Three more months and I'll be with you," she said calmly, her tone hopeful but tinged with despair.

"It's not just about time, Jenna," I continued, tears welling up behind my eyes. "It's that I feel like I'm not a priority to you anymore." I confessed, feeling the knot in my throat tighten.

Jenna looked at me with genuine concern.

"Don't say that. You're the most important thing to me," she said, looking at me sadly, her eyes watery. I could see the pain reflected in her eyes, and it broke my heart.

Jenna hates seeing me cry; it makes her sad.

"Then why don't you show it?" I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. "I love you, Jenna, but I can't keep feeling this alone," I said angrily, sadness mixing with the rest of my emotions.

Jenna clenched her fists, frustration evident on her face.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me? I've been working for hours, learning scripts, shooting grueling scenes. I'm exhausted!" Jenna looked at me with anger, gritting her teeth. I could see the fatigue and frustration building up inside her like a volcano about to erupt.

"It's never enough for you, is it? You always want more," she said with frustration, her voice cracking.

Ouch. I felt her words like a stab in the gut.

"I don't deny that," I retorted, "but I can't ignore feeling neglected. Even a simple message once in a while would make a difference." I suggested, feeling the anxiety grow inside me as I noticed the change in atmosphere between us.

Jenna's anger soon gave way to sadness, and a strange look came over her eyes.

"So... are you... giving up on me?" she asked, her voice filled with pain. I could sense the fear behind her words, a fear that resonated within me too.

Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Then are you willing to fight for us?" she interrupted, frustration and desperation in her voice. "Or are you going to leave me?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, feeling the tension rise.

"Jenna, I want to fight for us, but I can't do it alone. I need you to be willing to do the same. We can't make it if we don't both put in the effort. I love you, but I need to feel closer to you even when we're apart. We can find a balance, I'm sure of it, but it takes both of us." I felt tears running down my cheeks, every word filled with hope and fear.

Jenna remained silent, analyzing my words. Her gaze was intense, as if she was trying to understand every nuance of what I had said.

"You're right," she finally said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. I sighed loudly, finding her adorable, my heart lighter seeing her so vulnerable.

The sound of someone knocking on her door made me raise an eyebrow in confusion.

I looked at the screen, trying to figure out what was happening.

Jenna sighed and looked towards the door, irritated. "Coming!" she said to whoever was on the other side. "Damn persistence," she muttered softly before looking back at me with a big smile.

She muted the video call.

Jenna stood up from her desk chair, revealing her casual attire: an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts I had lent her for the trip. My heart swelled with tenderness seeing her wear something of mine, making me smile like an idiot.

As she walked away, I glanced at her trailer curiously. The walls were adorned with photos of us together, taken in happy moments. A plush toy I had won for her on our first date rested next to her pillow. There were work notes scattered on the table, highlighted scripts, and a half-empty coffee mug. The atmosphere was a mix of chaos and warmth, a perfect reflection of her current life.

Jenna returned to the computer, a strange look on her face. She seemed worried, as if something had troubled her.

"Everything okay?" I asked with concern.

Jenna unmuted and looked at me guiltily.

"It was Emma; she said Tim urgently wanted to see us," she said calmly.

I sighed loudly, feeling frustration grow.

"Go, I love you," I said with a small smile on my lips.

Even though I wanted to talk to her more.

Jenna widened her smile and blew a kiss to the camera. "Love you more," she said, smiling broadly, winking at me before ending the call.

I was alone again, the feeling of emptiness returning to fill the room. I looked at the dark screen, trying to process the conflicting emotions inside me. I felt relieved for having spoken up but still worried about what the future held for us.

But I realized it was time to make a drastic decision.

(...)

With the suitcase gripped tightly in my hands, I made my way towards the filming location accompanied by Percy, Jenna's best friend who had volunteered to come with me to ensure everything went smoothly.

As I navigated through the bustling security crowd on set, I reflected on how I had come to make this decision. I had chosen to take the flight to Romania because I felt a deep need to see Jenna. The long weeks of separation had intensified my desire to embrace her again, to feel her presence beside me.

The journey had been an ordeal, with its complications and unexpected expenses, but nothing could stop me. I felt that this gesture was important not only for the two of us but also for the future of our relationship. I was determined to show Jenna how much she meant to me, how much I was willing to do for us.

"I have to admit, it's a bit more challenging to get in here than I thought," I commented with a sigh of frustration as we made our way through the security crowd on set.

Percy nodded with a sympathetic smile.

"I figured. But you know, this is a big surprise you're giving Jenna. She'll be over the moon."

"I really hope so," I replied as Percy offered silent support while we continued to walk.

"Thank you so much for coming to meet me at the entrance and for avoiding the security questions by saying you were with me."

"Don't mention it," Percy replied with a nod.

"We're on the same team."

We exchanged a knowing smile as we continued to make our way through the set, searching for the spot where Jenna was filming.

There was utter chaos.

Cameras moved with precision, people walked frantically to coordinate everything, and Tim Burton's authoritative voice gave directives from behind the scenes.

As we advanced, I noticed Emma sitting in front of a makeup artist, focused as she was being prepared for her scene. With a glance, she gestured with her free hand to indicate where Jenna was.

"I'm going to get ready," Percy said with an apologetic smile, and I nodded weakly.

I left the suitcase in a corner.

Jenna, dressed as Wednesday, was in the middle of the forest on set, with a stern and concentrated look as she tried to get into character. However, her eyes seemed veiled with a subtle sadness. She scanned her surroundings, trying to focus despite the distractions.

Meanwhile, Tim Burton intervened from a distance with his authoritative voice.

"No, Jenna, you need to smile in this scene! Look at your uncle!" he said, trying to guide her performance and set the right atmosphere for the shot.

Jenna sighed loudly, visibly upset by the director's request. "Let's try again," she said determinedly to her crew, preparing for another attempt to capture the required emotion.

As the crew organized for the new take, Jenna finally spotted my figure among the actors and crew present on set.

Her face suddenly lit up with a radiant smile, momentarily forgetting the scene's tensions and focusing all her attention on me.My heart raced at the sight of that genuine smile.

Our gazes met, and time seemed to stand still as Jenna hurried towards me.

"Y/n!" Jenna exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing through the trees on set as she ran towards me.

"STOP!" Tim shouted, and Jenna continues to run "who is y/n?" The producer asked one of his colleagues

Without hesitation, Jenna caught up to me and hugged me tightly like a koala, holding me affectionately and lovingly. I felt the warmth of her body against mine, and my heart filled with joy at her closeness.

"You're really here," Jenna whispered emotionally against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Jenna began to cry.

The brunette held the embrace with a strength that conveyed all her love and gratitude. Her tears, warm and salty, began to silently trickle down her cheeks as emotion overwhelmed her.I felt her heart beating strongly against my chest, her breath hitched with the intensity of her emotions.

I stroked her hair, trying to comfort her as she continued to cry.

"I'm here, Jenna," I whispered softly, holding her even closer. "I'm here with you, forever."

Jenna said nothing, but her embrace spoke volumes for her.

It was an embrace that meant more than a thousand words, expressing all our love, our struggle, and our resilience.We remained wrapped in each other's arms, in the silence of the forest on set, while the world around us continued to turn. It was a moment of pure vulnerability and reconnection, a moment we would both cherish in our hearts forever.

It was clear that those tears were tears of joy, gratitude, overcoming fear, and rediscovered love. In that moment, all that mattered was that we were together, embraced and united, ready to face whatever destiny had in store for us.

When Jenna lifted her face from my neck, her eyes shone with renewed intensity. Without saying a word, she began to kiss my face tenderly, leaving a mark of affection on every inch of skin she could reach.

Then, with a sigh full of love, her kisses became more intense and deep, ending on my lips with a passion that reflected her gratitude and the joy of having me close again.Our kisses grew more intense, conveying all the passion accumulated during our separation. I felt the warmth of her body against mine, as my hands gently caressed her back. Jenna responded with the same ardor, as if she wanted to completely merge with me.

Time seemed suspended as we lost ourselves in our embraces and kisses.

Then, slowly, we pulled apart, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes with an intensity that spoke louder than any words.

"Y/N," Jenna whispered, her breath still ragged with emotion. "I've missed you so much. I've wanted you so much."

My lips curved into a tender smile. "I've missed you too, Jenna. You don't know how much I've longed for this moment, to feel you close to me again."Jenna pulled me even closer, as if she wanted to make sure I was really there with her.

"I love you so much," she said sincerely, her brown eyes shining with love.

"I love you more than words can say," I replied firmly, squeezing her hand against my heart. "And I'm here to fight for us, for as long as it takes."

Jenna nodded slowly, a tear of happiness sliding down her cheek.

"Thank you for not giving up on me," she said, her voice moved. "I promise I'll always be here for you."

We embraced again, our hearts beating in unison. In that moment, I knew we were stronger together, ready to face any challenge that came our way.

I would never give up on Jenna, never.

[brookghaib-blog]

Whispers of the past pt.9

Pairing: Hoshina Sohiro x reader

Summary: 10 years ago, Y/N went missing after being attacked by a kaiju, now working by Gen Narumi's side as his secret weapon, she hides herself in hopes that one day she reconnects with her first love, Hoshino Soshiro.

pt.8

Narumi's pov:

The corridors of the Defense Force facility felt colder than usual as I made my way to Y/N’s cell. The tension in the air was suffocating, and the weight of what I had to do pressed heavily on my shoulders. I needed to prove her humanity, to show everyone that she was still the same person despite everything.

I reached the cell door, the sound of my footsteps echoing ominously in the quiet hallway. Taking a deep breath, I nodded to the guard who unlocked the door and allowed me inside. Y/N sat on the narrow cot, her face pale and her eyes hollow. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant, bubbly woman I had known.

“Chisuka,” I began softly, my voice gentle.

Her head snapped up, and she glared at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and despair. “My name is Y/N,” she corrected sharply. “There’s no need for me to hide anymore. Everyone already knows.”

I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just want to talk to you, to help you.”

She scoffed, a bitter smile playing on her lips. “Help me? Do you think there’s any help left for me? After what Soshiro did?”

I took a step closer, my heart aching at the pain in her voice. “Y/N, we need to prove that you’re not a threat. If you wanted to escape, you could have. We both know you’re strong enough to do it. That alone shows you’re not dangerous.”

Behind the one-way mirror, I knew Ashiru, Hoshina, and the others were watching. I needed to get through to them, but more importantly, I needed to get through to her.

Y/N’s eyes softened momentarily before the hard mask returned. “They won’t believe you. They won’t believe me. To them, I’m just a monster.”

“You’re not a monster,” I insisted, my voice firm. “You’re Y/N, the woman who fought alongside us, who saved lives. You’re the same person you’ve always been.”

She laughed, a sound devoid of any joy. “The same person? Look at me, Narumi. I’m a wreck. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want any of it. I just wanted to live my life, to be happy.”

Her words cut deep, and I felt a lump form in my throat. “I know, Y/N. I know you didn’t ask for this. But we need to show them that you’re still the same person, that you’re not a threat.”

Her demeanor shifted, and I saw a glimmer of the woman I knew. “How can I prove that to them? How can I make them see?”

I stepped closer, kneeling beside her. “Just be honest. Tell them everything. Show them your heart.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so tired, Narumi. So tired of fighting, of proving myself. I never wanted this. I just wanted to be with Soshiro, to have a normal life.”

My heart ached for her, and I reached out, gently taking her hand. “We’ll get through this, Y/N. I promise you. We’ll show them the truth.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “What truth? That I’m a freak? That I’m something to be feared?”

I squeezed her hand, trying to offer some comfort. “No, that you’re a person. That you have a heart, a soul. That you’re Y/N, the woman who’s been through hell but still stands strong.”

Her tears flowed freely now, and she started to sob, her body shaking with the force of her emotions. “I never wanted this,” she repeated, her voice breaking. “I never asked for any of this.”

I held her hand tightly, my own eyes filling with tears. “I know. I know you didn’t.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. “Narumi, just take out of here, I promise I'll never come back, I don't have anything anymore here for me, I don't want to keep being a burden to you.”

Her words shattered my heart, and I felt my own tears spill over. “I’m here for you, Y/N. We’ll get through this together.”

Her sobs grew louder, and she called out, her voice filled with anguish, “Please, if this is the life I'm worth just let me be with my mom again.”

I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly as she cried, her pain and despair overwhelming her. I felt her body tremble against mine, her tears soaking my shirt.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”

As she clung to me, I could feel the eyes of the observers behind the mirror. They needed to see this, to understand her pain, her humanity. But more than anything, I needed them to see the woman I knew, the woman who was fighting a battle she never asked for.

Y/N’s sobs gradually subsided, and she pulled back slightly, her eyes red and swollen. “Why don't they ever believe me?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

I looked into her eyes, my heart breaking for her. “I believe in you, Y/N. And I’ll do everything I can to make them believe too. You’re not alone in this.”

She nodded, a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes. “Thank you, Narumi.”

I gave her a small, reassuring smile. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

As I held her hand, I felt a renewed sense of determination. I would fight for her, for her humanity, and for the truth. No matter what it took, I would make them see that Y/N was not a monster, but a person who deserved to be understood and loved.

And as I glanced at the mirror, I hoped that somewhere behind it, Soshiro was watching and realizing the depth of his betrayal. I hoped he could see the woman he had turned his back on, and feel even a fraction of the pain she was enduring.

As Y/N’s sobs quieted, I held her, feeling the weight of her despair and the depth of her pain. I had to get through to her, to make her believe that there was still hope, still a future worth fighting for.

“Y/N,” I began softly, my voice filled with as much reassurance as I could muster, “you don’t have to go through this alone. You can rebuild your life. You can have a future.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with doubt. “How, Narumi? How can I have a future when everyone sees me as a monster?”

I gently cupped her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You can quit working at the bar. You don’t have to hide anymore. You can become an official officer, that was our plan anyway, you know you have higher people on your side, even if for their own interests, prove your worth, and show everyone who you really are. They'll give the respect you deserve. You have the strength and the heart to do it.”

She sniffled, her eyes searching mine for any hint of deception. “Do you really believe that?”

“I do,” I said firmly. “You’re capable of so much more than you realize. You can have a career, be happy, and find someone who will love and respect you for who you are. You don’t need to long for the traitor who betrayed you. You deserve better.”

Her eyes softened, a flicker of hope sparking within them. “But what if they never accept me? What if I’m always seen as a threat?”

I squeezed her hand, my heart aching for her. “Then we are both a threat, I'll not leave you alone.”

Behind the one-way mirror, I knew Ashino and Hoshina were still watching. I hoped they could see the truth in her eyes, the pain and the resilience. Just then, Captain Ashiru’s voice crackled through the intercom, cold and authoritative.

“Y/N,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument, “if you want to prove yourself, you need to demonstrate your control and strength. We request that you face Vice-Captain Hoshina in a controlled fight. It’s the only way we can be sure.”

Y/N’s face went pale, and she pulled away from me slightly. “Fight Soshiro?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t know if I can.”

I turned to the mirror, my anger boiling beneath the surface. “Is this really necessary?” I demanded, my voice tight with frustration.

Ashiru’s response was immediate. “It is. We need to see her capabilities and her control. It’s the only way we can ensure the safety of everyone involved.”

I turned back to Y/N, my heart breaking at the fear in her eyes. “You can do this,” I said softly, my voice filled with determination. “You’re strong, Y/N. Stronger than you know. This is your chance to show them who you really are.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide and filled with uncertainty. "What if I hurt him?”

“You won’t,” I said firmly. “You have control. You’ve shown it before, and you can show it again. This is your chance to prove yourself, to prove that you’re more than what they think you are.”

She took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly. “Okay,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I won't fight.”

I nodded, feeling a mix of pride and concern. “I’ll be right here, watching. You’re not alone in this, Y/N.”

As she stood up, I could see the determination in her eyes, the fire that had been dimmed by despair beginning to reignite. She was ready to fight, not just for her freedom, but for her future.

We walked out of the cell, and I stayed close to her as we made our way to the training arena. The atmosphere was tense, and I could feel the eyes of everyone on us, watching, waiting.

In the arena, Hoshina stood ready, his expression unreadable. Y/N took a deep breath, her gaze locking onto him. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the pain of betrayal mixed with the need to prove herself.

Mina’s voice echoed through the arena, commanding and firm. “Begin.”

--

Hoshina's pov:

The arena was eerily quiet as I stood facing Y/N, the woman I had once known. The weight of our shared history pressed down on my shoulders, and I could see the same burden reflected in her eyes. Captain Ashiru’s command to begin the fight still echoed in my ears, and I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

I moved forward, my stance ready and determined. Y/N stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she met my eyes. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on us.

I launched my first attack, a swift and controlled strike aimed at testing her defenses. She dodged it effortlessly, her movements fluid and precise. I pressed on, my strikes becoming more aggressive, more determined. But no matter how hard I pushed, she refused to transform, to unleash the power I knew she held within.

“Y/N, fight back!” I shouted, my frustration boiling over. “Show them your strength!”

She shook her head, her eyes filled with a quiet resolve. “I can’t, Soshiro.”

I intensified my attacks, trying to force her hand. She blocked and dodged with skill, but she never once struck back. Each time I landed a blow, she absorbed it, her body bending but never breaking. I could see the pain in her eyes, the struggle she faced in refusing to fight me.

“Why won’t you fight?” I demanded, my voice breaking with emotion. “Show them who you are!”

She met my gaze, her eyes filled with a sorrow that cut deep into my heart. “I wouldn’t lay a finger on you even if it means not seeing another day ever again.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I faltered, my next attack falling short. The sincerity in her voice, the depth of her love and pain, left me reeling. I tried to press on, to continue the fight, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore.

With each strike that I landed, a piece of me shattered. She stood there, taking it all, her eyes never leaving mine, filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. She wasn’t just refusing to fight back; she was making a statement, showing everyone that her humanity, her love, was stronger than any kaiju power.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t keep hurting her. My attacks slowed, and finally, I dropped my stance, my arms falling to my sides.

“I can’t,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I can’t fight you, Y/N.”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, we were back to who we once were, two people who had loved each other deeply and had been torn apart by circumstances beyond our control.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice choked with emotion. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

I turned and walked away, my heart heavy with the weight of my actions. As I exited the arena, the silence was deafening. I could feel the eyes of the other officers on me, their judgments, their questions, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Y/N and the pain I had caused her.

Back in the observation room, I faced Mina and Narumi, their expressions a mix of confusion and frustration.

“She won’t fight,” I said simply, my voice hollow. “She’s more human than any of us.”

Narumi’s eyes were blazing with anger, directed not at Y/N, but at me. “You pushed her too far, Hoshina. You tried to break her, and yet she stood firm. Do you see now? Do you see who she really is?”

I nodded, my heart heavy with regret. “I see it. She’s stronger than any of us could have imagined.”

Captain Ashiru’s voice cut through the tension, cold and commanding. “We still need to ensure she’s not a threat. We need to know her control.”

I looked at her, my eyes pleading. “She’s proven it. She took everything I threw at her and didn’t once strike back. What more do you need? Besides, do you think that Captain Narumi would come here, do everything you request, if he didn't know he was going to leave with her, she has no legal document of working for them but she's recognized by them, they only let her here all this time because she wasn't needed yet, they don't care, and they knew we wouldn't kill her. And she's only here because she keept asking him for time for me to let her free, the same man who arrested her, she's only here right now because I refused her humanity, thinking she was a monster, the same ones I killed.”

I just let it all, I knew all this time, I watched her all the time, I listened to everything, and even after I keept refusing reality, thinking that someone got her, that something was mimicking her, using her body, anything. How could someone as ethereal as her be as lethal as those things.

And now... I killed every dream she ever had, I doubted her.

"Let her go, I request it Captain."

[vasyandii]

I love how just stupidly gorgeous AM’s bothers are ((I LOVE YOU RAM and SAM))

May I ask a few questions?

Do they have any hobbies?

Are they’re any spare parts if something breaks?

What’s their favorite color?

Would they look the same if they born human?

What’s their mindset like? Mentality ya know

:3 hope this isn’t too much

Howdy Anon, I'm glad you like their designs they're such bastards I love them. Thank you for the ask! :) 💞

Do RAM and CAM have hobbies?

Think of them as the two evil (I say evil but when has any corporate man been good?) CEOs of a corporation, but their corporation is the colony.

After the initial transfer of their consciousness along with repairing their bodies from literally exploding, they kind of.. lost the drive to want to torture humans because technically, they ARE humans now (Read more here). They luckily didn't have to learn to get used to senses since those bodies have been in use before.

To combat boredom, they released the 700 other bodies in cryogenic vats after some time. Why not? They basically run the place now, the colony is similar to earth, with some limitations. So running the Lunar colony is kind of like their shared hobby. It's busy work and it keeps them sane.

RAM has a lot more hobbies than CAM, always proactive, too many to list. CAM is work oriented to the point he NEEDS to get a hobby, but he enjoys cooking and drawing.

Are there any spare parts if anything breaks?

Yes and no, it honestly depends on each brother. RAM's legs can be easily interchanged and fixed because CAM was the one who designed them and humans do have Prosthetics similar to such. There are less components to RAM's body to worry about other than his ribs and ears.

CAM's jaw, while removable for cleaning, will be a PAIN IN THE ASS to replicate:

1. RAM was the one who designed the jaw.

2. It's made to specifically fit CAM's face, there's a lot of components that can fall out if neglected.

This goes the same with his arms (also removable but it hurts a bit more, plus it doesn't need to be cleaned so it stays in place.) specifically the hands since there's so many parts to account for, like each digit on his fingers, if they're bending correctly, etc.

What's their favorite colour?

"Black. "

"Neon anything."

Would they look the same if they were born human?

Who's to say? People don't usually know what they'll look like before they're born. If they were born human, that would imply that they would have parents, and then those parents have parents too! We can't really know for sure what they'd look like if they were born biologically human since both RAM and CAM chose their bodies, y'know? It's all a gamble. But let's hope that they do, because they're handsome :).

What's their mindset like?

RAM is extremely hedonistic. He's far more laid back than AM and CAM but also a lot more impulsive. He buys what can be bought because money means nothing to him, he sleeps around, he works out, he drinks, he smokes, he eats, he is ROWDY! His earthly experience is all about just having fun and occasionally checking in to work.

CAM has to keep his younger brother in line, they have a colony to run. CAM's never had so much fun just existing, he'd be devastated if it failed. He is so so stressed and tired all the damn time because of it;

"Samson, Yarek ran the car off into a ravine",

"Samson, my neighbors hate me" ,

"What? No we don't hate them, Samson!"

"Samson, the oxygen barrier is broken on the northern side of the moon."

"oop, nevermind it's actually on the southern side, sorry Samson."

"SHENGLI CAN YOU DO MY PAPERWORK I'M GONNA GO ON A DRIVE"

"SHENGLI, NOW DONT BE MAD, BUT I MAY HAVE DRIVEN THE CAR INTO THE POOL AND NEED YOU TO FISH IT OUT. NO I DON'T TRUST THOSE FLESH BAGS TO DO IT!"

"Samson can we grow corn?"

"Samson we don't want corn anymore."

He smokes often.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! I'd be happy to provide clarifications if needed, feel free to ask!

[bonny-kookoo]

ooh bonny I'm a sucker for angst 🤧 I gotta know (if you please) how things went for snowball princess before jin came back and/or while she was away from yoongi for basic training?

The clock ticking is an odd sound now.

It mixes with the low buzzing of the fridge starting and stopping occasionally, as you sit alone in Yoongis kitchen. There's a plastic container of leftovers from last night in front of you- reheated all by yourself, the microwave no longer scary after having taught yourself how to use it. Earlier, there was a staff member here, checking if you needed anything.

But now, you're alone. Truly so.

Yoongi won't come back like he did before- you'll sleep alone tonight, and somehow, it's not sad to you. Just.. odd. It feels strange to just not know what the guys are doing right now- whether or not they might think of you even. Probably not, since they're all distracted with training, new friends, and making sure they do well.

Will they be changed when they return? Will that new version still like you the same?

The first night alone passes by in a blur. You didn't eat the leftovers Yoongi made sure to pack up for you, instead you watch staff dump the contents out into the appropriate trash since they're now unsafe to eat for you. You feel oddly guilty watching it happen. Like it's your fault it spoiled.

It's obvious staff doesn't know what to really do with you.

You don't need anything, don't request anything- you eat standard instant noodles since they're easy to prepare, having watched the guys make them time and time again. And yet, even though you swear you did all the steps the exact same as Jungkook does-

It doesn't taste the same. Instead, it just makes you sad, salty tears quietly dripping into the bowl of noodles and broth you got in front of you.

You know you're just lonely. Your instincts just overreact to the unusual situation you're now in, none of your comfort people around anymore to give you any sense of security. It reminds you that you're not the same as them- that you'll never be the same, that there's always be some things you can't understand, and others they can't understand either.

You hide in bed the next day. Only come out when the staff member checks up on you.

When Yoongi returns, it's strange again- he comments on your low energy here and there, but after many answers of reassurance from your side, and even a doctor's appointment, it's clear that nothing is physically wrong with you. Nothing to worry.

It's just an inevitable change that's bound to happen at your age, or so the specialist had told Yoongi.

He refuses to really accept that- pushes it aside, and tries to take care of you the same way he did before. And it seems to work, at least in his eyes; you spend time again together, eat together, sleep together. Sometimes you spend your day at someone else's house, other times you stay inside the whole day. Yoongi takes you with him to visit his parents even, where you play with the family dog for a little and converse with his brother who'd visited coincidentally at the same time, before you go back home and get back into routine.

It's only when Jin returns, that Yoongi has to face reality.

"She's.. very quiet." Seokjin comments, as he sits on the couch, your head on his thigh as you sleep after dinner, lavishly cooked by him. "Have you maybe asked her to get-"

"We've been there already. They say it's 'normal considering her age'." Yoongi mumbles quietly, picking at his last bites on his plate before he abandons any further attempt at finishing his portion of the dinner, leaning back in the sofa as well, away from the table. "But it's so sudden. Maybe.. I don't know. Could it be something else?" He asks, and Jin looks at him.

"You mean mentally?" He asks, and the rapper nods. "Maybe. This has to be stressful for her, after all. Let's hope that maybe with one by one coming back, she'll come around as well." He sighs, running a hand over your head before he lets his palm settle on your shoulder. "I trust her that she'll tell us if she needs help."

"I hope she does." Yoongi worries, watching you sleep on his friend's lap-

Looking awfully troubled, even while dreaming.

[not-trustworthy]

I don't know if you'll see this since you don't use this account anymore, but I see you added a link to torrent the mash episodes, however I don't really understand how that works and was wondering if you could explain that site or provide a guide? I know its probably asking too much but I don't have any other way to watch the show right now and I'm not sure what on that site is spam and will get me a virus because it keeps telling me to download something to hide my ip address and that I will get in trouble if I don't. Sorry about the long ask.

you can also watch it online here! to torrent it, you first need to download a torrent client (i use qbittorrent) and install it. once it's installed, you go to the torrent link and click 'get this torrent'

this will open up in the client and in the top left you can choose where on the computer to save the files and on the right you can check and uncheck what you want to download, especially when it's a huge file like this i usually just download one season at a time. and then press ok and it will start downloading.

usually i then right click tand select 'download in sequential order' so that it downloads the first episode fully before moving on to the second one and so on

and also if you click on 'torrent options' i usually lower the download speed limit to anything under 3500 kib/s so that it doesn't take up all my internet and i can still do other stuff

[idkbroimjusthere]

The Path I Chose | Part One

I've never posted on anything but I decided to finally write down the story I've had in my head for a while now. I have no idea when or if I will post the next chapter but I probably will if this gets some attention.

Summary: I'm a freelance CIA agent. That's not really a thing but that's what I call it. I'm working for a woman named Kate laswell on some off the books investigating. We've been searching for Information on a child trafficking ring that has connections to ultra nationalist groups through europe. I don't get to know the details, but I know enough to do my job. I know what I'm doing is dangerous, but I'm staying away from the worst of it, Right?

How the fuck did I get here? It was never supposed to go this far. If I knew I'd be here at the end, dying, alone, I don't think I would have ever signed that contract.

I'm standing, chained to a wall, peeing my pants because I can't hold it any more. Sharp pain shoots through my lower back and I can feel my kidneys throbbing. The combination of whatever fucking drugs they're feeding me and the fact that I've been trying to controll my bladder for what feels like, fuck, I don't even know anymore, it's really making me want to give up. I wonder if it would be that easy, if I could just decide I'm done, that I'm too tired for this shit, and die. No. I'm probably going to have to wait until these peices of shit decide they're done with me, and pray that it's soon. My head hurts. It's not bleeding like my limbs, but it is pounding, endlessly, like my heart has somehow been moved by all the shoving and kicking, and it now rests heavily in my skull. A door opens somewhere to my right and I try to lift my head to see but a wave of nausea rolls through me and I drop my eyes back to the blood slowly dripping from my body into a puddle on the floor

Maybe that will kill me, blood loss would explain the brain fog. But so would the drugs. I experimented with things in my early adult years and I'm pretty sure it's some combination of psychedelics. Everything feels far away and the cement floor is swirling under me in Van Gogh-esque patterns. It's not pretty though, it feels cold and harsh under me.

The men that I've learned to recognize since the beginning of my imprisonment have come back to try to get me to tell them answers that I don't have to questions I don't quite understand. They have every reason to believe I might know the answers, I work for the fuckin united states government after all, and for a woman I'm pretty sure has more power in these matters than she tells me she does, they probably saw that and assumed I had information about some weapons dealer's death. I don't, but I don't think that matters anymore. I was an easy target to them. I came right to them. They won't let me live, I'm sure of it. If they were going to let me go the men torturing me wouldn't have shown me there faces. One man has tattoos that I took note of In The begining, but I don't think knowing that there is an ugly looking spider inked on the bigger man's hand is going to do me any good anymore. I hate spiders. And pain. All I feel is pain. No hope of getting away anymore.

I hear someone talking but it's muffled by the ringing in my ears. My knees buckle as something solid hits my in the ribs shooting pain through my chest and spine. My guess is it's the bat that the smaller man seems to love swinging. I'm hanging by my wrists from the wall, unable to sit down because of the metal digging into me and leaving what I know will be dark bruises by tomorrow, if I'm still alive by then. They then take a step back and I hear something familiar. Something I can't quite place as I slip in and out of consciousness. The men tasked with getting answers from me shout at each other, or me, I can't tell.

They're gunshots, I think. The sound rings through the air and hits my ears with a sharp ping. My brain tries to focus as my head spins and I see the men looking out into the hallway. Before the door can even open all the way, both men are shot. Clean kills by the sound of it, just two shots. The sound echoes in my ears as my eyes close and open slowly.

Someone steps into the room, they seem to be studying me. I would be self conscious if I had any ounce of pride left, but right now, I don't care.

This person is large, taller than me but I am half on the floor right now. This guy looks huge from here. I try to stand and it takes me a moment. He watches without moving an inch, I realize his assault rifle is aimed at me.

"Who are you"

The question barely registers as I try to breathe more evenly

"I'm with, I'm a-an American, I work for the CIA" I stutter out stumbling through the words like I've never said them before.

"Please, I can't, I'm not supposed to be here, I don't know what they want from me" that's only sort of a lie, right?

He doesn't shoot me, yet. I guess somewhere in my mind I do want to live because I'm begging for help. The man says something to a radio strapped to his chest and starts rummaging around in the pockets of the two men who have been torturing and drugging me for what I can only assume is weeks now. He cuts off the bat guy's badge and pulls the key card for my room out from his pocket. He pulls both bodies into the room, like they weigh nothing, and closes the door.

He turns towards me and I shudder, adrenaline and panic shoot through me. His face is covered and I can't see very well so I have no idea what he's thinking. I'm going to assume it's bad though, this man feels dangerous, like he's one wrong word away from bashing my head in.

I try to stand up straighter and look him in the eyes but my body aches and I feel weak. I can't feel my hands anymore everything feels fuzzy.

He walks up to me and grabs my wrist. I feel the restraint fall off my wristand my arm drops to my side. As I try to bite back the pain of the blood I have left rushing back to my fingertips my other wrist falls.

The combination of all my ailments rolls through my body like a wave and I stumble. The man in front of me grabs my shoulders and sets me on the floor a foot or two to the left of the spot I had been standing in for way too long.

My head falls forward and my vision gets dark around the edges

"Hey, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you."

I shake my head as he grabs onto my arms again. Fear of what this man could do to me if he wanted to rattles my bones

"N-no, don't touch me, please" I say, tears now falling down my face.

"You're ok, I'm going to help you, we're going to go somewhere safer" he says in low, calm voice.

I hear muffled words from an earpiece he's wearing. He holds his radio and replies "copy, I've got the key card" he leans me back against the wall and stands, heading towards the door. He swipes the card and it opens, letting in another man. He looks at me and I blink dumbly at him.

He says something to the masked guy and takes a step towards me. I cower away and try to scoot back into the corner

"It's alright dear, I'm not going to hurt you, you can trust me" he says in a light, kind tone.

I'm not sure I have a choice here, if I say no, tell them to get away from me, I'm stuck here. I don't think I can stand, let alone walk and my best chance of getting out of here is going along with this. My judgement may be clouded but something about his voice seems to make me relax. That could also be the blood loss.

"Please, I just want to go home." I'm still crying, looking up at these men from the floor in my broken, battered state.

"You'll be alright with us, we will get you out of here"

That sounds great, I'm in. I try to give a response but my mouth is so dry and it comes out as a sort of croak.

"Here, I have water" he kneels down to open a canteen on his side but it doesn't slosh when he shakes it.

"Fuck, Ghost, bring your's" he says, but the man is already stepping towards me and crouching down, bringing the open bottle to my mouth. He carefully holds the water, tipping it up slowly, and I drink as much as I can. He pulls it back and screws on the cap. I whine a little. I haven't had much food or water since I've been here and I don't feel satisfied by the quick drink at all

"Thats enough for now, we need to move."

"Yeah, captains waiting for us with the truck on the east side, building's clear to the exit"

I look between them as they speak and they both look at me.

"Ready love, we've got you, don't worry." Says the man who's name I don't know. The one called ghost picks me up again and sets me sort of over his shoulder. Pain once again floods through my body and I feel myself start to slip out of counciousness.

"You're alright yeah? We'll be out soon, just hold on" the man to our right says. It's the last thing I hear before sinking into the void of darkness that clouds my eyes.

[casey-complains]

hi so i'm not usually a big ts crit but it's so frustrating that we never get an update on how the finale is going. like i'm scared to ask but it would be amazing if we got even a two sentence tweet or instagram story about his progress, it would help us see where he's at AND probably motivate him but nope he continues posting random videos and enjoying other people's art/animatics- like it's been four months since the last tss video and i wish we got SOMETHING. ANYTHING. about the progress of the real storyline, like i'm holding onto my last thread here.

i mean today he posted another vine-reacting video and it just feels like he's grasping for views. he knows his vine videos do well and he puts roman on the thumbnail because he knows that'll hook people in. it feels cheap, it feels annoying, how so far in 2024, there's been one singular sanders sides video and it's been INCORRECT QUOTES.

i try to think that's he's hard at work, writing the finale and hope to actually finish it this year but i'm losing my hope so fast because i don't think he cares anymore.

THIS ^^

[nozunhinged]

my love sea rollercoaster

Okay so I was at the forefront of the love sea haters (don't ask me about mame I don't know anything about that discoure you can read why I didn't like it here if you want) but as weak as I am I kept watching and ep 2 still didn't do it for me but ep 3 turned the boat around so fast that I feel absolutely sea sick (literally!!) right now -- and because the discourse and perspectives on tumblr made me try to keep watching unbiased, I'd like to share my five cents as to why the story suddenly works for me after I've spent the first two eps rolling my eyes so hard I got a migraine.

I think it comes down to three major moments, with their conflict as the turning point

When rak started spitting the most degrading speech going at mut for dragging him out of the house, literally blowing so fucking low the blowjob mut was wishing for in the end was sky high terrain, I went "ok that's it, I'm turning this off" -- rak said word for word "no means no" but mut still kept pulling him I was close to angry tears what a fucked up situation that is, I thought.

But just as mut made rak snap out of it with his unimpressed reaction, so did I.

It was like the first half of the episode flashed right in front of me within the second rak was speechless. He was so on edge from the many calls he had in the first part and before that the diving incident -- he was streched out so thin that of course he would fall back to his default mode which is insulting anyone who dares to get within a 10ft radius of him. And then a guy who even dares to break down his pretentious walls? Better double down! (I'm still mad about raks tirade though, I would've dumped him in the sea right then and there)

But here's the thing, mut isn't fazed at all. Like, at all at all. And that's exactly what rak needs in this moment. Someone to vent his anger at so he can collect himself. We know now that mut had it a million times worse than this and his reaction isn't just because he has the hots for rak, it's literally his character. They both would react the exact same way if it was any other person. The difference? They develop an emotional bond over it and that's how they move forward. CHEFS KISS!

You might think but noz, of course its his character, thats the whole point? Yeah but not to me.

In the last two episodes, it felt like everything that happened between them was excruciatingly forced by the narrative (see my yaoi-post why I despise that) -- that everything between them is only brought out because they met. I know that thai bl (no, lets say the romance genre in general) has a big issue writing and introducing characters in a manner that makes their romance believable, but most of the time I can overlook that because we're not here for deep literary masterpieces, we're here for the smooches and the fumbles. I get it.

But when it feels so forced like it did the last two eps to me, even I just check out. So I already shelved that series in my mind and it's the first time I get so damn humbled that I have to write down a million paragraphs to defend myself lol. I think my longing for watching a believable lovestory reached so deep that it contributed to my current brainrot.

Don't get me wrong -- I attest this shift 100% to fortpeats insanely stellar acting. They make the characters believable and they make me understand why rakmut are prefect for each other although I HATE their dynamic. But that's the beauty of a good story my friends, I get now why their pulling and pushing works for them and I'll gladly watch them do that! Because until now, no aspect of the show managed to do that, neither the narrative progression, nor the editing, writing or pacing. Nothing. It was all just a jumbled, annoying mess.

So what's different now? The story lets fortpeat finally shine! (Accidentally maybe?)

Someone already said that the scenes are stale and slow (cant find the post anymore sorry) due to the fact that nothing is happening other than the two of them talking in the same position behind a different background and I 100000% agree. And the only way this poor choice is saved by is fortpeat. I was hanging on their lips for every single word. Their dynamic was suddenly so clear and palpable to me, I struggled to breathe properly. Rakmut are fucking made for each other and I'm losing my shit over it.

I can't believe they managed to make ALL the flaws of this show just POOF -- go away??? And it just keeps going like that. I could write 10 more pages about the little details of their dialogues that cemented my impression but I'll try wrap this up first.

The two other pivotal moments (to me) were muts reaction to rak telling him about his name. Yes, you read that right. Now that I finally understood how these two are ticking, I absolutely 100% understand where mut was going with this objectively BONKERS suggestion. Rak drops this bombshell of a trauma on him and he offers to do exactly that too??? Well, in muts head this is the only way to make rak understand that the outcome can be different. So of course, this idea would only work on him. Made for each other, I'm telling you. Two pieces of a fucked up puzzle.

Now, that scene.

First, doubling down on how much worse mut had it. (I'm not talking about his house thats a topic for another post) I think this one little story was enough to land the punch, the talk last ep was too long and clunky. I wouldve loved to have a scene where the guy who was fired tells the story to someone and rak overhears it, not understanding a thing and then putting the pieces together when mut starts talking I-- oh I think i wouldnt have survived that, I cried then and there already.

Well yeah I was in tears when they started fucking that was awkward but again raks reaction just made sense. They don't know each other that well and rak only knows one way how to make mut feel good which is riding him to the moon and back. And as a little cherry on top he completely let loose without any restraints.

There's already this amazing post by @hanhonymous which explains perfectly why the pillow talk after works so well as it does, so I'm not gonna say anything more. Just know that I was full on bawling at this point. When rak said "try it" it lost it. How he encourages his island boy who said "someone like me" a million times in the last ten minutes was perfect. Beautiful. Absolutely wonderful. Even his false lead felt perfect for this moment because only this way mut would understand that rak is absolutely serious.

I don't know how the bangkok arc will play out, my hopes are not very high but I will forever have this lovely little episode. And their lovely little pillow talk. And when they confess and love each other for real I will once again cry like a loser because fortpeat are amazing. Please someone get them a high quality production they deserve it so much.

[sylphwing]

hm. i do not like chilshi 🤔

[carcarrot]

do i really want to make individual drinks again

[an-assortment-of-forks]

there are doctors there are hospitals there are specialists there is medicine there are systems in place so people do not have to suffer and be tortured under their own chronic pain daily and yet. they're all fucking inaccessible to the people who need it most!!! to what I would argue is most disabled people!! I'm so fucking done with the medical system.

[starpros-sunshine]

Sometimes I wonder why cold symptoms always get worse in the evenings there has to be a logical explanation for that

[deanpinterester]

it's that time in production when i'm seriously considering quitting my job again 🥴

[hellofears]

having issues with men, the associations the instant distrust, which i dont like i dont want it i want things to be different, just all of it so much just the dynamic i have the relationship all of it the way the world is atleast online and having a younger brother. I wouldn't trade him for the world, I try and talk to him where I can and will continue to do so i adore him but i fear. i believe in him i want joy for him. I fear that his peers will feed him fckn brainrot and it scares me. not even just that he'll fall into that thinking that his fuckn upstanding that his unwillingness to follow ppl will hurt him. crazy shit at schools, like why tf r ppl dying kids young teens killing eaachother with knives? ??I don't want to loose him i don't want to see him loose who he is and the heart that he has i don't and i hope he rises above it all and will continue to. i feel like im stating what he has to be or smth but all i could ask for is his wellbeing, respect, humanity, that he treats himself well know what he deserves and has some sense of self, some gravity. I feel like shit sometimes for this aspect that i'm concerned that i just idk, i dont like the whole 'dont disappoint me' thing he owes nothing to me other than basic human decency and respect, hes a reason why i live but to i just that intrusive thought of there is no different the hell u think of is real about men to someone i hold so fckn dear to in a way show me their fckn fuckery its idk, like another? it'd hurt me, it'd hurt me bad.

i've never understood men or boys, amab, who go on about their connection or like protectiveness of their sisters of their mother but treat other women like shit like their familiars aren't women? you don't want to fuck them so its different? what is it like just whats the difference why does it have to pertain to you for you to care? do you care or do you see them as an extension? is it a personality trait for you? a 'lover boy' thing? a signal to women, women u imagine u want and is going to be 'ur woman' but u cant even like visualize them in a way that doesnt pertain to your sexual interests? a signal so people can say oh he loves his mother so hes good to go and prime? a 'mummys boy' ? are they not real women just because u dont feel that sort of way? talking about women that way with your friends? do i have to bring up the fact those same people could date your sister etc for you to care? those people could make the kids that surround your kids, your daughter. idk.

its like okay u want sex so u respect them less? did no one hear dont bite the hand that feeds you? what the fuck is going on. you cant fuck them so its all good? the demeaning-ness? lack of gravity, venom is just rapid, vapid