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Uncle Stack’s Wild Day Off. 💰

Modern!Au Elias “Stack” Moore, Elijah “Smoke” Moore X Annie Moore, Jordyn Moore(S&A daughter)

Word count: 1.5k

Authors note: I apologize if the AU description is confusing. 😅 I just wanted to make it clear we ain’t on no Alabama type shit. This is a lil cute fluffy blurb I came up with. As an auntie, I can relate to all of this so I wanted to share. And let me know if yall want more stuff like this.

It starts with syrup.

Sticky, sweet, and halfway across her cheek.

“Unc-leee,��� little Jordyn whines from across the table, eyes wide and cheeks puffed like she’s about to explode into laughter. “You said I could pour it!”

Stack wipes his mouth with a napkin and leans forward, brow raised. “And I did. But you said you knew when to stop.”

She looks down at the cartoon pool of maple flooding her pancakes, plate, and a little corner of the table. “I thought I did.”

He chuckles low, that familiar gravel-deep sound that always makes her giggle. “C’mon, syrup queen. Eat up before this place bans us.”

They’re tucked into a booth at Ruby’s Diner—one of the last places in the city with booths high enough to hide from the world and a jukebox old enough to make Stack nostalgic. Jordyn kicks her feet under the table, her tiny black sneakers thudding against his boots.

“You think Mama would let me dye my hair blue?” she asks, mouth full of pancake.

Stack’s fork pauses mid-air. “You ask your mama that, you better be ready to hear ‘no’ before you finish the sentence.”

“Papa said maybe when I’m older.”

He nods, chewing. “That’s code for ‘when you’re thirty.’” Jordyn giggles again, tipping her head like she’s caught on to a secret.

After breakfast, they head to the arcade—Stack’s idea, though he tells her she “wore him down with her big eyes and syrup bribes.” Truth is, he had the whole day mapped out since last week when Smoke casually said, “She been asking about you, man. Wants some one-on-one time.”

Now they’re in the neon glow of the game room, Jordyn’s face lit like a carnival bulb. Stack exchanges a twenty for a fistful of coins and follows her from skee-ball to air hockey to a chaotic driving game she insists she knows how to play. She drives them both off a digital cliff three times and cackles like it’s the best thing ever.

“Uncle Stack, you drive worse than me,” she teases, swinging her little body out of the seat.

“That’s slander,” he deadpans, straightening his shoulders like he’s offended. “I drive like a legend.”

“You drive like someone’s grandpa!”

His mock gasp makes her laugh so hard she hiccups.

Hours pass in a haze of flashing lights and sugar. He buys her a blue slushie—against better judgment—and wins her a giant plush octopus with his precision aim at the basketball game. She names it “Sir Wiggles.” Stack pretends to hate the name, but he buckles the thing into the back seat like it’s a VIP.

They end up at the park just before sunset. Jordyn’s arms stretch wide as she races ahead, spinning in circles through the tall grass like she’s chasing the wind. Stack strolls behind, hands in pockets, smile tucked under his beard.

“Uncle Stack!” she calls. “Race me to the top of the jungle gym!”

He raises a brow. “I’m not tryna break a hip today, baby girl.”

“You said you were a legend!”

He snorts. “A driving legend. Not a monkey-bar legend.”

Still, he jogs after her. Pretends to try. Pretends to lose.

They sit at the top once she’s conquered it, Jordyn perched like royalty on her throne of metal bars, the octopus half-dragging behind them. She looks up at him with quiet wonder in her eyes—the kind that always undoes him, no matter how many walls he pretends to have.

“Uncle Stack,” she says, suddenly soft. “You think when I’m big, I can be brave like you and Papa?”

He leans back, arms stretching behind his head. “You already are.”

She squints, not believing him.

He taps her chest. “Brave don’t mean you don’t get scared. It means you do what needs doin’ anyway. You—” he gently tugs a curl that’s come loose from her puff— “got more brave in you than you know.”

Her smile could break clouds.

By the time they return home, the sky is streaked with lavender and gold. Smoke’s on the porch with Annie, both of them watching with matching smiles as Jordyn tumbles out of the car like a storm, Sir Wiggles the octopus dragging beside her.

“Look what Uncle Stack won me!” she yells. “And I had a slushie! And pancakes! And I BEAT HIM at the driving game!”

Smoke smirks, arms crossed. “That so?”

Stack grumbles, grabbing the last of her wrappers from the passenger seat. “Don’t listen to her. She played dirty.”

“You let her win?” Annie teases.

Stack glances at Jordyn, who’s doing a victory dance on the porch.

“Nah,” he says, grinning. “She earned it.”

Annie kisses his cheek. “Thanks for takin’ her out today.”

He nods, quieter now, watching Jordyn with a weight in his chest that feels like love and something older.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, smiling. “It was good for both of us.”

Smoke tosses him a look—knowing and brotherly. Stack catches it, nods once. No words needed.

As Jordyn runs inside yelling for chocolate milk, Stack leans on the porch rail, sunset cutting across his eyes.

Best damn day off he’s had in years.

The porch creaks beneath them, soft and familiar. The day’s heat is cooling now, cicadas starting to sing in the trees. Stack sits down in the weathered rocking chair, arms draped loose over the armrests, a half-drained beer sweating on the porch rail beside him. Smoke’s got his feet propped up on the step, one hand idly bouncing a tennis ball against the wood post.

Inside, Jordyn is loudly explaining Sir Wiggles’ “backstory” to Annie like she’s pitching a Marvel movie.

Stack chuckles under his breath. “She really said the octopus has a secret twin that lives underground and only comes out when the moon’s full.”

Smoke huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Man, where she get this stuff?”

Stack doesn’t even hesitate. “You.”

Smoke stops bouncing the ball. “What?”

“C’mon,” Stack says, leveling a slow look his way. “You used to swear you had a twin trapped in a mirror that only I could see. Like I wasn’t the damn twin!”

Smoke pauses, grins slow. “Damn. I did, huh?”

Stack just nods like exactly.

They sit in silence for a moment, listening to Jordyn shriek with laughter inside.

“She’s got both of us in her,” Smoke says, voice a little lower now. “Clear as day.”

“Yeah,” Stack agrees. “God help y’all.”

Smoke smirks. “She’s got my mouth and your stubbornness. Worst possible combo.”

“Nah,” Stack counters. “She’s got your mood swings and my bad attitude. That’s the apocalypse right there.”

They both laugh, that deep-chested sound only brothers make when they’re remembering something that hit them sideways the first time.

Annie’s voice chimes in from behind the screen door. “You’re both wrong.”

They turn in sync.

“She’s got your sarcasm,” Annie says to Stack, pointing, “and his unpredictability.” She looks at Smoke. “But she throws shade like both of y’all owe her money.”

Stack raises his beer. “She do that little head tilt when she’s mad?”

Smoke sighs, nodding. “Like a villain in training. Yesterday she told me I wasn’t ‘emotionally intelligent enough’ to comment on her snack choices.”

Annie throws her hands up. “She’s eight, y’all.”

“Eight going on federal indictment,” Stack mutters, and they all crack up.

“I told her to clean her room last week,” Annie says, coming outside and leaning against the post, arms crossed. “You know what she said?”

“Please tell me it wasn’t ‘I’m setting boundaries.’” Stack groans.

“Worse. She said she was ‘centering herself for clarity before engaging in oppressive labor.’”

Stack coughs into his drink. Smoke wheezes.

“She called chores oppressive labor?” Smoke asks between laughs.

“Deadass,” Annie says. “And then walked away humming like a monk.”

“She’s you with better vocabulary,” Stack says to Smoke.

“She’s you with sass and a grudge,” Smoke fires back.

“She’s both of y’all with a dash of me just trying to survive,” Annie declares, shaking her head.

Inside, Jordyn is now narrating a dramatic octopus rescue mission. Her voice rises and falls with theatrical flair.

“She gon’ run the world one day,” Smoke says softly.

“She gon’ burn it down first,” Stack adds, but there’s pride in his voice.

Annie smiles, just a little tired. “Only if we survive raising her.”

They all go quiet for a beat.

The screen door creaks again.

“Uncle Stack?” Jordyn pokes her head out, curls wild, octopus still clutched in one arm. “Can I have more chocolate milk if I promise to do yoga before bed?”

Stack blinks. “What kind of trade-off negotiation is this?”

Smoke narrows his eyes. “Did she just ask you for chocolate milk like I ain’t her papa?”

Stack smirks. “Mmhmm. Like I’m the department of beverages and you don’t even exist.”

“She bold,” Smoke mutters.

“Bold don’t even cover it,” Annie says, shaking her head. “That child been bypassing your authority since kindergarten.”

Jordyn waits at the door, unbothered by the scrutiny.

Stack points a warning finger, sighs. “One cup. One. And don’t tell your daddy what you put in the last one.”

Jordyn’s grin is nothing short of villainous. “Deal.”

Then she’s gone again, sprinting for the fridge like she owns it.

Smoke groans into his hands. “She really just iced me out like I wasn’t sittin’ ten feet away.”

“Stack privilege,” Stack says with a shrug. “It’s real.”

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From Swiftie to Gaylor: Why I’m Writing This Blog

For as long as I can remember, Taylor Swift’s music has been my constant. Since 2008, she has been my favorite female artist, a defining voice in my life as I grew up. Through every era, every genre shift, every reinvention, and every controversy, my admiration never wavered. Taylor Swift and her art have, dare I say, been the most consistent thing in my life since I was 12 years old.

But as time passed, something changed. Not my love for her music—if anything, that deepened—but the way I understood her storytelling. The media painted Taylor in countless ways: America’s sweetheart, the perpetual victim, the cunning businesswoman, the girl who dated too much, the girl who couldn’t sing, the girl who annoyed people just by existing. I sat through the ridicule, the scrutiny of her body, her voice, her words, and her relationships—always knowing that there was more to her than what the world wanted to see.

Her music, no matter how the press tried to twist her image, remained a deeply personal, poetic, and revealing archive of her life. But was it telling the full story?

The Turning Point: When Gaylor Clicked

For most of my time in the fandom, I took Taylor’s narratives at face value. Boys, relationships, heartbreak, self-discovery. I could always feel something deeper—something more layered—but I never had the language to fully process it. That all changed in 2019.

It was the day ME! was released. I was in architecture grad school, caught up in the excitement of a new era, when something clicked. Wait a minute… is she trying to tell us something?

Unlike most people who found ME! silly or confusing, I was immediately intrigued. The vibrant color palette, the overt queerness of the imagery, the suspiciously timed release on Lesbian Visibility Day—it was too obvious to ignore. At the time, I didn’t know what the "Gaylor" theory even was, but the notion that Taylor could be queer just made sense.

I started asking my friends, "Do you think Taylor Swift is coming out?" The responses were either deeply disturbed by the idea or completely uninterested. I didn’t push it, but I knew something was there. As the Lover rollout continued, everything screamed ‘she’s coming out’—but she never did. Instead, I watched as that potential narrative was brushed aside, ignored, or aggressively dismissed.

Finding the Gaylor Community

2020 changed everything. In lockdown, I had more time than ever to explore the corners of the internet that I had never fully gone down before. Some were terrifying, but one stood out as something different—the Gaylor community.

I stumbled upon the Whatiwillsay podcast and suddenly felt like I wasn’t alone. Here was a group of insanely intelligent, detail-oriented, and open-minded people who saw what I saw—who had been seeing it for years. Through their work, I started piecing together a narrative that had always been there, hidden in plain sight.

The deeper I went, the clearer it became:

Taylor Swift’s storytelling is deeply queer-coded.

The public narrative of her relationships has always felt… curated.

Hollywood and the music industry create impossible constraints for queer artists.

I realized that, like many queer people throughout history, Taylor may have been telling her story in code. Suddenly, the Easter eggs, the secret messages, the obsession with colors and symbols—it all made sense.

And it wasn’t just a theory. It was a lens through which everything became richer, more layered, and more meaningful.

Why This Blog?

Over the past few years, I’ve been obsessively researching, analyzing, and recording my thoughts on Taylor’s music and career through the Gaylor perspective. I’ve watched as creators on TikTok—people like planntika, Jordyn, Mia, and Lexa—have taken this discourse to new levels, making the connections clearer and more accessible than ever. I’ve studied Taylor’s work through this lens for more hours than I can count—probably second only to my actual career in architecture.

And now, I want to finally put my thoughts into words.

This blog is not about proving anything. Taylor Swift’s personal life is her own. But what I am here to do is explore:

The art she creates and the narratives she weaves.

The deeper meanings hidden in her lyrics, performances, and aesthetics.

The ways queer people have always had to ‘read between the lines’ in mainstream culture.

Why I believe her relationship with Karlie Kloss was more than just friendship—and why Karlie is her true muse.

Why I think she remains closeted today and how she ended up in this position in the first place.

The Journey Ahead

I’ve been a diehard Swiftie since 2008. I’ve loved her music unconditionally, celebrated her highs, defended her lows, and analyzed every Easter egg she’s ever planted. And now, after years of recording ideas and observations, I’m finally ready to share them.

The Gaylor perspective isn’t just a theory. It’s a way of seeing Taylor’s work as something deeper, something more complex, something that, for so many fans—including myself—has made us feel seen in ways mainstream culture rarely allows.

So, welcome to my blog. Whether you’re a longtime Gaylor, a curious skeptic, or someone just beginning to explore this world, I hope you find something here that makes you think.

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned from Taylor Swift, it’s that there’s always more to the story.

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serial lover | j. uso

chap. one: new flame

summary: jordyn will tell you she's a levelheaded person, but that's a lie. she caught at crossroads, and she doesn’t want to choose.

warnings: 18+, smut. mdni

word count: 3.4K

author's note: welcome to serial lover: the series! haven't stopped thinking about this storyline for MONTHS. truly was the best couple of weeks in my entire life. so, this was birthed from missing seeing these two interact on tv. sorry for the lowercase, it's my bad habit. also can't decide if I should post part two to this... let me know.

baby try a new thing, let’s spark a new flame

Jordyn wasn’t an insatiable person and neither was she jealous. let’s just make that clear. she was cool, levelheaded, and had the biggest crush on the strongest woman she knows: rhea ripley. it was a given. the crush that she had on rhea had made her a jealous, petty, and slightly unhinged person. she couldn’t help it. Jordyn knew that the relationship with dominik wasn’t a real one, but one played for the cameras. but, it didn’t make it easier seeing the pair always hanging out with each other - yes, they’re friends, again she wasn’t as level-headed as she used to be. it wasn’t just dominik, everyone hung onto every word that came out of The Eradicator's mouth, not that she didn’t completely understand. 

celebration for night one of WrestleMania was in full swing at a private club downtown. the place was filled to the brim with superstars, both the WWE kind and the Hollywood kind. replays of the matches filled TV screens and she found herself entranced by the one playing the ending of Rhea’s match against Becky. She watched as Rhea hoisted Becky’s legs up for the pin that solidified her continued reign as champion. she groaned internally as she turned, forcing herself to think pure, innocent thoughts. 

why was she here? she had her own match that she needed to be focused on. yet, when her eyes fell on rhea near the bar, it all clicked. of course, she’d be wherever the australian woman was, even if that meant a lack of sleep leading into wrestlemania sunday. 

“jordyn, come take shots with us!” naomi waved her over. 

rhea’s eyes fell on Jordyn, flickering on as she watched her walks towards naomi, jade, and bianca. she straightened out her shoulders, taking peeks at Jordyn while pretending to be listening to the conversation that was happening between the rest of her faction. Damian noticed it first and bumped shoulders with Finn who only snorted. 

“i should go buy Jordyn a drink,” finn started, watching rhea closely for her reaction. “see if she’s interested in getting to know this irishman a lil better.”

“fuck off, balor.” rhea shot him a looking before glancing at Jordyn again. “i’m gonna go talk to her.” she muttered to no one in particular. 

dominik applauded, “good luck!” 

as the foursome downed a shot, bianca was standing in front of Jordyn smiled, and pulled her closer. without saying a word she wiped some of Jordyn’s smudged lipstick of and fixed her hair discreetly as she watched in confusion. 

“rhea is walking towards us, acting normal you fool.” she smiled through the words. 

Jordyn almost went rigged before relaxing her shoulders. she set the shot glass down and pretended to be engrossed in the fake conversation that jade had thankfully started. rhea though had feigned in confidence for a moment, pausing at the bar behind them. she took a deep breath before finally making it to them. 

“do you mind if i steal Jordyn from you?” she asked no one in particular. 

few places were crowded with people, but rhea had scooped out a spot in the farthest corner for them to sit. Jordyn sat near the wall, crossing her long leg as rhea situated herself. their thighs were slightly pressed together, but neither one of them dared to move. 

“how are you?” rhea asked. 

Jordyn smiled, “you’re asking me how i am after you just opened wrestlemania? are you kidding?” she playfully punched rhea’s arm. “i’m whatever, how are you ms.champ?” 

rhea’s cheek reddened. she shrugged her shoulder in contemplation, “it’s unbelievable.” 

“i think you were fucking awesome, i would’ve bet money on you if it wouldn’t cost me my job.” 

the women laughed for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence. some nerves sat in both of their stomachs. Jordyn looked over to where her friends were standing. jade, who was the newest to the group and newest to finding out about Jordyn’s crush, widened her eyes in a do something kind of way. 

“how’s the celebration, you know, with your crew?” Jordyn motioned to where the rest of the judgement day sat trying to pretend like they were watching them. “priest hasn’t looked away, am i keeping you from something?” 

“nothing at all,” rhea respond without looking away from Jordyn. “they’re just.. you know.” 

Jordyn nodded slowly, “are you okay? you seem quieter than usual.”

it took everything rhea to find a response. she finally glanced around the room. she took in the fact that the other three women were also watching them before glancing at her stablemates. she turned her attention back to Jordyn who was studying her. 

“your girls are staring too,” she responded finally. 

a laugh passed Jordyn’s glossed lips, “yeah, they’re my cheerleaders.” 

“cheerleaders?” rhea questioned, slightly moving in closer to Jordyn, closing more space that they didn’t even have. “in what way?” 

Jordyn uncrossed her leg to turn slightly towards rhea. she searched her eyes trying to figure out if this was her opportunity to just tell the woman what she was feeling. fuck it, she was going to throw caution to the wind and get it all out in the open. they were being watched by their friends and when she caught a glimpse of dominik walking up the girls, it confirmed that maybe rhea felt the same way. 

“you know, when they see me talking to someone i find very attractive, they always want to see me win.” Jordyn spoke softly, her eyes flickering to rhea’s lips before meeting her eyes. “they know i like you, so they’re on the sideline waiting to see if i have enough balls to finally tell you.” 

rhea didn’t say anything for a moment, but her eyes seemed to twinkle in the darkness of the bar. she leaned in closer to Jordyn and glanced at her lips. 

“so, if i kissed you right now, do you think our friends would get the message that we both had the balls to tell each other how we feel?” rhea’s voice was lower, darker. “will you let me kiss you?” 

“rhea,” Jordyn breathed out. “you’d be the one playing with fire.” she murmured as she allowed her hand to touch the warm skin on rhea’s torso.

finally, and after an agonizing minute, rhea leaned into kiss Jordyn. it was slow and deliberate. Jordyn sighed into the kiss and cupped her face, deepening it before they pulled away. their chest heaved as they caught their breath. 

“can i call you later?” 

“i’ll be waiting,” Jordyn answer, standing first to leave. 

she could hear the clapping coming for the judgement day boys as she walked past. her face felt hot but she stopped and gave them a bow before returning to her friends who were quick to envelop her in a group hug, playfully smacking her ass. naomi handed her a shot that they had ordered. 

“to this bitch finally having the balls!” 

they clinked their glasses and bottomed up. she stole a glance at Rhea who had made it back to her friends. they met eyes, both smiling. 

ꕀ  ꕀ  ꕀ

the night felt long, but in the best way. after several more shots, some that she took with other superstars, Jordyn knew she was drunk. her six inch heels no longer felt like needles in the soles of her feet, she felt like she could party until the sun rose. yet, as everyone started to head out, she hitched a ride back to the hotel with the twins and naomi. Jordyn rested her head in Jey’s lap, trying to keep her eyes open. Jey was kind enough to rub her arm through his own drunken state. 

“you still breathin’ ma?” jey leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

The couple in the front seat were in their own conversation leaving Jordyn and jey in their own world. she shifted around onto her back to look up at him as she nodded. he let out a little cackle at the goofy smile on her face. 

“what’s so funny, uce?” Jordyn gripped his arm that came around her stomach to support her. “you look drunk as shit.” she teased. 

Jey brought his face down closer to hers, “not as drunk as you jo, you look like them white girls outside the club.” 

“take that shit back,” she protested softly, swatting his arm. “you’re just jealous cause i can get down.” 

“nah, i’m jealous cause i ain’t taking you home with me.” he whispered with his tone turning serious. “gotta celebrate the winning twin, right?” 

Jordyn was lost for words. she stared into his eyes while she nodded, “right.” the word caught her in her throat but coming out in the tiniest of whispers. “and you want me to be the prize you won tonight?” 

“we all want different prizes, Uce still gets to be with his woman tonight.” he joked, leaning back into the seat to stare at the roof of the car. 

his comment laid thick between them. and in that moment, she completely forgot about the woman she had made out with earlier in the night. coincidentally, jey wasn’t there when it happened and she battled internally with the situation. she wasn’t in a relationship and rhea never said she wanted a relationship. it was an internal battle, and her drunken mind wanted the one thing she could have right then and there. 

Jordyn slowly moved her hand up to rest against the hem of his shirt. jey’s focus slowly fell onto her hand before her. a smirk played on his lips as she lifted the shirt to allow her cold hands to run over his warm skin. 

“i wanna celebrate jey uso.” she whispered softly, sitting up slowly so the two in the front seat wouldn’t catch on. “how do you celebrate?” 

her hands lowered from his stomach to the waistband of his joggers. she watched as Jey took a deep breath, glancing to see if his brother had noticed. he turned his face towards Jordyn, their nose barely touching. the tension was thick as her hand slowly made its way down to his growing erection. jey had seemingly held his breath when her cold hands wrapped around him, and moved at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“i got something for you,” jey muttered into her ear, inhaling when her finger slightly grazed his sensitive tip. “jo,” and it came out almost as if he was begging. 

“don’t worry about me,” Jordyn shifted closer to him, her lip close to his ear. “im gonna celebrate you, uce, maybe i'll even beg.” 

when the car turned into the parking lot, Jordyn withdrew her hand and rested her head on his shoulder, pretending to be fast asleep. she could hear naomi complain about how tired she was then jimmy making a joke about her not getting any sleep. 

“don’t worry, i’ll get her to her room, y’all go do y’all stuff.” jey ushered them off before look down at Jordyn. “c’mon, they’re gone.” 

Jordyn couldn’t contain the soft, drunk laughter that tumbled from her lips and she stumbled out of the car behind jey. he held onto her hand as they walked into the hotel. the tension from earlier returning with a vengeance. their hands gripped one another’s as they made it to the elevator, every now and then they’d sneak a glance at each and Jordyn couldn’t help but bite her lip. his simple merch shirt, gold necklace, and black joggers shouldn’t be as sexy as it was. 

when the elevator door opened, the pair rushed in. jey barely had the chance to press the floor number before Jordyn pulled him into her. her back pressed into the wall as he gripped her waist. their lips met in a hungry kiss that felt desperate. they barely pulled apart when the door opened. from there, Jordyn allowed jey to lead her to his hotel room. 

they separated when they walked into the room. Jordyn threw herself back onto the mattress, sighing in content while jey raided the bar. as the true star he was, he was in one of the fancier suites and she took a moment, even through the drunken state, to appreciate it. 

“here mama,” jey stood in front of her laid out body, situating himself between her slightly parted legs.

Jordyn sat up slowly, staring up at him through her eyelashes. she wrapped her arms around his stomach, opening her mouth and titling her head up for him to pour the dark liquor from the bottle. jey grinned as he started a light pour down her throat. He stopped when her mouth was nearly full, allowing her to swallow. it tasted like nothing but water and instantly made her go limp with a laugh. she knew she was too drunk to be drinking, and it was only going to push her closer to a blackout. 

“what’s so funny?” jey asked as he tilted the bottle back to drink. when he sat the bottle down and turned his attention back to her, she was flipped onto her stomach with her legs crossed in the air. “fuck,” 

“what?” Jordyn glanced back at him with a knowing smirk. “come lay down.” 

her descent to the ground was a little wobbly, but Jordyn watched as jey laid in the spot she once occupied. his eyes were fixated on her, never straying even when she did a meaningless spin. after a moment, she stood between his legs, running her hand up and down his thighs. 

“say you want me,” she murmured while climbing up to straddle his lap. Jordyn raked her fingers through his hair making his eyes slowly close. “say it, jey.” 

“i want you, jo.” 

Jordyn finally connected her lips to his. the kiss was hungrier than before, grinding her ass on him. She was hornier past the point of comphrension as she whined into the kiss. Jey’s eyes opened at the sound, biting down on her bottom lip causing her to whine louder. 

“Jey, i want you,” She whined as their lips pulled apart. 

That was the only thing he needed to hear. He flipped her onto the mattress, slipping his shirt over his head then helped take off her dress, tossing it over the edge of the bed. Jordyn stared up at him with hunger in her eyes. When Jey got off the bed to drop his joggers to the ground, her legs slightly pressed together in anticipation. Restless, Jordyn leaned up to pull him back on top of her, wanting to feel the warmth of skin again. 

“You real impatient, ma, do somethin’ for me,” He murmured with his lips on her neck. “Sit on my face, baby.” 

The air got caught in Jordyn’s throat at the request. She bit her lip as he massaged her ass, continuing his attack on her neck. She moaned softly, only yelping when he had slapped down on her ass cheek. Jey tapped her thigh as he lay on the bed, motioning her to take a seat. Jordyn wasn’t usually worried or self-conscious, but even through her drunkenness, she felt her heart beating out of her chest. She crawled up his body cautiously, feeling his chest under her hands. 

When she straddled his face, Jordyn licked her lips unable to move, “this is what you want?” 

Jey hooked his arms under her leg with a nod, pulling her down so she would meet his tongue. Jordyn threw her head back as he instantly started to tease and suck on her clit, wasting no time. Her juices collected on her tongue as he licked up her slit. The moans fell from her like a river as she gripped his long black hair that had fallen from the ponytail long ago. Jordyn couldn’t help it as she grinded her hips against his face, chasing the high that was so close. 

“Fuck you, jey.” Jordyn moaned, grazing the tip of her finger on his cheek. 

The feeling of his tongue on her folds started to make her legs tremble, unable to hold herself up Jordyn gripped the headboard to keep steady, making his grip on her legs tighter to his face as she squirmed. Her moans intensified, not caring who the neighbors were and if they could hear them. Jey alternated between sucking on sensitive bud and fucking her hole with his tongue. 

“Holy shit, Jey, please,” Jordyn plead. 

Her orgasm rushed over, allowing the most delicious moan that Jey’s ever heard fall from her lips. Jordyn fell limp with her breast pressed against face as she moved her heat from his face in attempt to take a breath. Jey chuckled while she was too tired to protest. He wrapped his arm around her waist and took a nipple into her mouth. 

“How you feelin’ mama?” He asked. 

Jordyn, after finally catching her breath, “fuck me,” she rolled onto her stomach on the bed, turning to look at him. “Please?” 

Jey groaned at the sight of her, watching as Jordyn arched her back. He ran his palms over her ass, smacking roughly as she gripped the sheets. 

“Don’t worry baby, ima take care of you.” her murmured as he gripped the back of her neck and pushed her cheek into the bed. 

“You takin’ too long.” Jordyn huffed then gasped when she felt his finger in her slick entrance, teasing her mercilessly. “Jey…”

Watching Jordyn squirm around made him chuckle, but finally gave into the one thing that she wanted. His tip teased her entrance, slowly pushing into her as she moaned into the mattress, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. Jordyn forced her eyes open to watch as Jey focused on his deep strokes that felt like they were hitting her in the stomach. 

The sound of the bed shaking mixed with the moans from Jordyn and Jey’s grunts. Her mouth felt dry and she didn’t know how much she could take before she exploded. And when she tried to crawl away for a breather, Jey tightened his grip and slammed into her. 

“Don’t go runnin’ from me now, baby, you was beggin’ for this.” Jey kissed her hip. “Say my name, Jordyn.” 

Jordyn choked out his name, feeling the lack of air in her lungs. Jey reached around to wrap a hand around her throat and bring her up against him. He kissed on her neck as Jordyn tried to breath through all the strokes. She could feel the climax in the pit of her stomach and didn’t know how to vocalize it. 

“Please, please, please.” Jordyn begged, resting her hand over his around her neck. 

“You wanna cum?” He questioned in her ear. Jordyn nodded fervently with her mouth dropped open as soft cries fell from them. “Cum for me, all over this dick.” 

It was too much to hold any longer. Jordyn came so hard she was pretty sure she died and went to Heaven and Jey could see it painted by the dumb look on her face. Yet, that didn’t stop the pounding and the sweet nothings that he whispered in her ear and she begged hom to continue. Gosh, she felt like the biggest and luckiest slut in the world. One tear and another fell down her cheek - truly the best fuck she’s had in a while. 

As Jey’s pumps turned sloppy, Jordyn found her voice again, “come in me, please.” She wasn’t sure where those words came from, but she meant it as she squeezed around him. 

“Fuck, Jordyn.” Jey bit her shoulder as he twitched inside her and moaned as he filled her deep. “So sexy.” He muttered as she sunk back into the bed. 

Their labored breaths is all they had as they laid beside each other. Jordyn turned her head to look at Jey and when they made eye contact they couldn’t help the laughs they shared. Jey pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her stomach then resting his chin in the crook of her neck. 

“Did we just do that?” Jordyn murmured, staring up at the ceiling. 

Jey hummed, “I been waitin’ years to do that.” 

“Was it everything you imagined?” she turned slightly to meet his eyes. 

“Fuck yeah,”

They didn’t say anything else until they fell asleep, completely and utterly shocked on how one night changed their entire relationship.

:) welp, this my homecoming gift after being gone for so long

[flemingsfreckles]

Physio’s Daughter Pt 8

Read the other 7 parts HERE

Warnings: cursing, suggestions to sex, mentions of throwing up, that should be it!

WC: 4.8k

A/N: hello 👋

“Really? You still have interest?” Jessie looks baffled, her eyes wide with raised eyebrows.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you saw me staring earlier.”

“Yeah I did.” She smiles, thinking back to how she had intentionally wiped her forehead while facing in your direction. She was more than pleased with herself when she put back down her shirt to see you had been watching.

“Look, you said terrible things, and if anything even remotely close to that happens again, I will never speak to you again. But Jessie I really like you. I want to give you a second chance even though maybe I shouldn’t but I’d like to believe what you and Janine both said is true. This isn’t your typical behavior, you’re just under a lot of pressure.”

“I promise I’m not usually like this.”

“I know, that’s why I like you. But that’s also why this is so frustrating and why the other night hurt me so much. I know you’re not usually like this, I know how kind and caring and sweet you are. And if it wasn’t for all this, the fact that we work together, in this dynamic, I would’ve asked you out on a proper date weeks ago.” It’s true, if you haven’t worked with her, if you’d met her at school, at a cafe, just walking down the street, you would’ve already taken her out. You would’ve asked her on dates, but you couldn’t, not when you worked together.

“Then fuck all this,” she gestures to the room and the Canada logo on her own training top. “Just ask anyway.”

“I don’t want to get you or myself in trouble.” You look at the logo on her shirt, it wasn’t that easy to just say fuck it to the team, the team Jessie had represented since she was 15.

“We can talk to whoever we need to.” She spits out.

“Oh be for real Jessie we haven’t even gone on a date, we don’t need to be in Helen’s office signing paperwork already.” You give her a smile, it was nice she was willing to talk to Helen but a little too early.

A smile breaks on Jessie’s face. “Okay, maybe that was a little premature.” The smile from her face fades as she speaks again. “So, maybe we go with the original plan? Wait until these games are over, see where we’re at?”

You nod in agreement. “But for now, coworkers.”

“Coworkers.” Jessie repeats looking at you before a mischievous smile comes across her face.

“What?” You ask, somewhat afraid of what her answer might be.

“This is I think the third time we’ve agreed to be coworkers.” She scoffs.

“No, this time I’m serious.” You do your best to give her a stern look.

“You said that last time.” She laughs

“Shut up.” You can’t help but laugh with her, you two were terrible at being coworkers.

“At least it’s only a few more days and one more game.” She says softly after she’s done giggling.

“Only one more game.”

You quickly found yourself getting ready for that final game. The reality that you were helping prep players for an Olympic gold medal match had you a little extra nervous. Canada was taking on Spain. Reigning World Cup Champions Spain.

The first 90’ minutes of the game felt like they went by in a blink. When the whistle blew the score remained 0-0. Both teams had good shots, both keepers making impressive saves.

The extra time came and went as well and suddenly you felt like you were back a few days ago.

Penalties. Again.

You watch the first few players step up. Julia makes her penalty 1-0, a Spain player makes her’s as well, 1-1. Feeling overwhelmed, you stare at the ground for the next few players. You watch your feet, you don’t even need to watch. You can hear the silence followed by the kick and you get the answer on save or miss through the reactions of the staff standing next to you. Chloe misses, 1-1, Spain makes theirs 1-2, Jordyn makes it 2-2, a player from Spain misses 2-2, Ashley makes her kick, and the Spanish player misses wide, 3-2.

You feel a quick pinch at your side where your Mom’s hand was resting around your waist. You look up to her and she subtly nods toward the field. You turn and watch as Jessie picks up the ball. You can practically feel the air get sucked out of your lungs. She was taking Canada’s fifth and final kick. If she makes it, it’s over. If she misses, Spain has the chance to tie.

You watch her meticulously place the ball, adjusting it a few times. Once she’s satisfied with the ball, she takes three steps back, and looks down, closing her eyes for a moment. You held your breath, beginning to subconsciously time how long she was waiting. You started to panic, feeling like you could puke, it felt like she was waiting too long again, or maybe it just felt like time had frozen. Jessie opened her eyes, and began her approach. She kicked it and you watched as the ball slammed against the back of the net.

You’re practically yanked onto the field by those around you, you’re not even sure where you were running besides the mass of red and white in front of you. You end up in the mob of bodies, receiving random hugs from whoever was around you. You kept your eyes scanning hoping to find Jessie, her height not helping her stand out. You also know she’s likely in the middle of the mass of her teammates, scoring the winning penalty.

As the initial celebration dies down, the players begin to spread out. Some find their families in the crowd, others moving to sit and soak in the moment. You keep your eyes scanning, hoping to find the girl with the armband.

While you’re busy spinning in circles looking for her, someone grabs your hand from behind.

“Come here.” The captain had found you before you could find her. Jessie grabs your hand, pulling you out and away from the crowd. The two of you move over to the side of the pitch, not far off from her teammates but enough to be in your own space. She turns you toward her, dropping your hand.

“I thought about you.” She says, tears in her eyes, her hands holding your face between them, her thumbs gently rubbing your cheeks. “I thought about you when I took that kick. You were my calm person.”

“I almost threw up.” You admit to her.

“What?” Jessie says, a mix of concern and a smile across her face. Her hands are still on your cheeks.

“I was so nervous watching you kick.”

“Oh.” She laughs. “You’re the reason I wasn’t nervous.” You’re grateful Jessie was able to quickly move past the fact that you had almost thrown up from nerves, embarrassed that you even said it to her.

“Congratulations, you deserve it Jessie.” You say, finally getting out the words you prepared and meant to say when you first saw her.

“I wouldn’t have been here without you, you deserve this too.” Her eyes are still locked with yours. You both stand listening to the rest of the team celebrate behind you. You both break eye contact hearing some screaming getting louder.

“Wooooooooo” you watch as Janine goes running by, a flag in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other hand with Jordyn and Julia following shortly behind her yelling to give them back the bottle. You watch as Jessie rolls her eyes at her teammate’s behavior. You both turn back toward each other. This time Jessie’s eyes move down to your lips, then to your eyes and back to your lips. She moves her head slightly toward you.

“Jessie.” You warn her, you don’t want her to stop but you want to remind her that you’re both standing in a packed stadium with hundreds of cameras taking photos.

“Who cares.” She whispers before she starts to lean in again. You start to close your own eyes, not leaning in, wanting this to be her choice to kiss you in front of her team, her coaches, her family that was likely here.

“Congratulations Jessie.” You hear a voice you know all too well to the side of you. One of your Mom’s hands coming down on your shoulder while the other comes down on Jessie’s shoulder. You feel a slight push back on you, breaking up how close you and Jessie were.

Jessie’s hands fall from your face as she turns to look at your Mom.

“Oh, um, thank you, hey congratulations to you too, none of us would be here without all your hard work.”

“Thank you Jessie, assuming you were just thanking my daughter as well?” Your Mom gives you a quick glance, you know she’s teasing both of you, Jessie doesn’t get the message, trying to explain herself.

“Yeah, of course. I mean, she’s been great, um obviously, with my injury of course, my calf, she helped me a lot. I was thanking her for all that.” The way Jessie starts to stutter, tripping over her words as she tries to subtly deny the fact that she was about to kiss you, it was cute. You’re sure if she wasn’t already red in the face from playing, her cheeks would be from embarrassment.

“Hey if I don’t see you again before you players go out tonight, be safe, look out for each other.”

“We will.” Jessie assures your Mom before she walks away leaving you two again.

“She really has impeccable timing doesn’t she.” Jessie looks at you.

“She does.” You say before muttering “cockblock” under your breath only it comes out a little bit louder than you expected.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You both stand for a second, your chance to kiss clearly over as you’ve both been brought back to reality of standing in the stadium, Jessie’s teammates still running around. You watch as she scans the crowd before her head stops moving and she waves.

“There’s my family.” She points in the direction she waved in and you see a small group of people waving back at her.

“Go.” You shove her in their direction and she looks at you giving you one last smile before taking off running in their direction. You watch her, looking at the back of her jersey as she runs away to be pulled into a group hug. You turn back to go find the rest of the staff, giving your congratulations to whoever you passed in a Canada shirt as they did the same back to you.

The stadium is soon only filled with a sea of red, the Spain supporters leaving. The podiums are brought out at you watch as they begin to set up for the medal ceremony.

The team is quickly ushered back into the changing rooms put on their designated podium outfits. They quickly come back out, lining up to step up and receive their medals.

You stand off to the side, watching as France steps onto the bronze medal platform, followed by Spain. And then you watch as the Canadian team steps up. You can’t help but feel tears in your eyes, watching the girls that you’ve been working with for countless days helping at training, at matches, helping them stretch on the bus or in a hotel room, all those moments, all they had worked for and they did it. You watched as they got their medals Jessie receiving hers from Janine and putting one around Sabrina’s neck.

You watched as Jessie picked up the medal around her neck, examining it with her hands, flipping it around. You watch as Janine leans over, saying something into Jessie’s ear, Jessie immediately picking up her head and looking in your direction. She gives you a smile when her eyes meet yours. Janine must’ve noticed you staring and told her. You give her a thumbs up before they begin playing all the national anthems.

Once the ceremony is finished you stand around a bit longer, watching all the players soak in the moment together. You find yourself catching Jessie’s eye every once in a while until she finally makes her way over to you.

“You’re coming out with us, right?” She slings an arm around your shoulder.

“Tonight?”

“Obviously, we’re going to go celebrate, we’ve got a bar rented out.” You had heard discussions of the post game celebrations, but never really read into them too much, you didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself thinking they’d win, it felt like you’d jinx them.

“I don’t want to intrude, if it’s a player thing.”

“It’s not, everyone’s invited, coaches, staff, families, everyone.” Jessie turns so her lips are against your ear. “Plus, I want you to be there.” She says quietly. You feel your skin prickle at her low voice and the feeling of her breath on your body.

You stumble over your own words as you agree to meet them at the bar later, your brain short circuiting from the feeling of her lips against your ear. “Oh, then yeah I’ll be there.”

You quickly found yourself a couple drinks in, courtesy of the Canadian foundation, in a rather large, but dark bar. Loud music and conversation filling the air. You had only arrived about an hour ago, thankfully it was within walking distance from the hotel. You had gone back and changed into a nicer pair of gray jeans and a simple Canada sweatshirt. Since you opted to change you did not arrive at the same time as Jessie, you had been unable to find her since arriving. You felt like you were back searching for her on the field after the match. Most of the players had remained in their sweatsuits, some changing into other t-shirts, sweatpants. You had found just about every other player, who all led you astray in which direction they last saw their captain.

You make your way back to the bar to get another drink, deciding you’ll just go sit with Olivia and the rest of the staff at the table they had occupied.

“Hey, where have you been?” You feel hands grab tightly onto your hips and you turn to see the brown eyes you’ve been looking for.

“Hi, I changed.” You gesture down to the fact that you were no longer wearing athletic clothing like you did while at work. “but I’ve been here an hour or so, I’ve been running around looking for you.”

“I’ve been looking for you.” Her eyes graze over your body. “You look good.” You can smell the alcohol radiating off of Jessie you’re not sure if it’s alcohol she’s consumed or if it’s just a mix of the champagne that was sprayed across her skin in celebration along with the smell of the bar. Her hands are still firm on your hips. “Come here.” She gently tugs you away from the bar.

“Hang on, let me grab this.” You reach for the beer the bartender had placed in front of you and then let yourself be pulled away.

She moves to grab your free hand instead and keeps pulling you, through the mass of red and white, back to the back corner of the bar and into a small hallway.

“Where are we going?” You ask when she finally stops walking.

“Here, where it’s just you and me.” Her hands find their way back to your hips and she pushes you back so you’re against the cool brick wall. “So we can do this.”

Her hand comes up to your cheek as it did after the game, but this time it doesn’t stop at your cheek she keeps moving it to the back of your neck, gently pulling you toward her and she moves in. This kiss was different than the rest, the rest had been timid, soft, gentle. This kiss was firm, her lips starting to move against yours immediately, its only a few seconds before you feel her tongue against your lips. You part your lips and let your own tongue graze against hers. You get the answer to your earlier question as you can taste the tequila and what you think is vodka on her tongue. The taste has you pulling back.

“Hey.” Jessie protests, a frown across her face.

“Are you drunk?” You put your hand without the beer against her chest, holding her back from leaning in to kiss you again.

“What?” She cooks her head at you.

“Are you just making out with me because you’re drunk? I can taste the liquor.”

“No you idiot, I mean yes I’ve been drinking, but I’m not drunk, plus I’ve wanted to makeout with you for weeks.”

“Okay but we’re in public. You team could see.” It’s not that you don’t believe her when she says she’s not drunk, it’s just you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy with her choices to suddenly makeout with you in a bar, knowing she had definitely consumed something.

“I don’t care.”

“Jessie, no.” You step away from her..

“What? Oh come on? Because I’ve had three drinks? How many have you had?” She posed a fair question, she had had just as many drinks of you but you had been at the bar for far less time, if anyone was the problem here it would’ve been you.

“I just think you’re not fully considering the consequences of making out with me in a public bar. When you’re sober, we can do this.”

She leans down close to you and you think she’s going to kiss you again, but she brings her mouth toward your ear. “Okay, then I’m done drinking because I want to makeout with you. I promise I’m not drunk, not even tipsy, but if you want to wait that’s fine.”

“Okay.” You reply and Jessie turns walking back into the room. You follow her and watch as she makes her way to the bar, when she turns back she has two bottles of water in her hands.

“You should drink if you want to drink, it’s your night to celebrate.” You say when she comes over to your side, shaking one of the bottles of water at you. You don’t want to be the reason she doesn’t celebrate.

“No, I’m not a big drinker anyway, I had already decided to be done, I just got peer pressured into some shots with some of the youngsters when I first got here.” She takes a large sip of water.

“Jessie.” Your conversation is interrupted by hearing someone call from behind you and a girl runs up to her followed by two other men and a woman.

“Hi! Oh I’ve miss you.” Jessie takes the girl into a tight hug before releasing her and moving onto the next person hugging the next person.

“We’re so proud of you honey!”

“Thanks Mom.” Jessie mutters into the women’s hug. That's when you’re able to make the connection, this was Jessie’s family standing in front of you.

“This is my family, my mom, dad, sister and brother.” She points to each person. She introduced her family to you. She starts explaining how you’ve helped her with her injuries, and how you help everyone with stretching and staying healthy. She’s singing your praises to her family, making you blush standing next to her.

You stick around for a couple minutes as Jessie continues to talk about you. Not wanting to force her family to listen to stories about you, you tell Jessie you’ll be over at a table and leave her to enjoy the moment with her family.

You slide into a booth next to Janine and a few other people you didn’t know, assumed friends and family of the team. It doesn't take long for Janine to bring up the topic of Jessie.

“Just so you know,” Janine claps her hand hard against your back, giving you a slight shake. She leans in close to you. “I’m spending tonight, and probably the rest of the nights we’re here in his hotel room.” She points at the man next to you who now you recognize from photos to be her fiancé. “So there won’t be someone else in Jessie’s room.” You pull back to just look at her, you couldn’t believe what she was implying.

Janine must’ve thought you didn’t understand what she was suggesting when you didn’t respond. “Ya know, if you and a certain someone want to-”

“I know what you meant!” You spit out quickly. Taking a sip of the water you had. Upon your snappy response Janine quickly changed the subject, eying up the medal around her neck again, showing it to her fiancé.

It wasn’t long before you felt the booth sag next to you and Jessie alone with her sister found themselves next to you in the booth.

“Elysse!” Janine exclaims reaching over you and Jessie to attempt to hug the girl. Both of them leaning in pushes you and Jessie practically into each others laps.

“Sorry.” You apologize to Jessie, it wasn’t your fault but you felt like you were squishing her.

“All good.” She gives you a sweet smile before returning to her own personal space as Janine removes herself from across you two.

“Hey.” she slaps Jessie’s leg getting her attention. “I just finished telling this one that-” You almost go to cover Janine’s mouth with your hand. You know she’s been drinking and you also knew what was about to come out of her mouth. But you don’t stop her, instead you tilt your head down clenching your eyes hoping it’ll stop Janine’s words, only it doesn’t. “I’ll be in Ethan’s hotel room the rest of the trip, if you want to use it.”

“Oh.” You can feel Jessie’s eyes burning into the side of your head as you slowly open your eyes and send a pointed look in Janine’s direction.

“What?” She says, reading the uncomfortable looks you and Jessie were both giving her. “Oh what, do you two really think you’re doing such a good job of keeping it secret? You were practically making bedroom eyes at each other during the medal ceremony today.”

“Janine!” Jessie shouts at her friend before just shaking her head. You finally have the courage to take a glance at Jessie, her eyes are wide, she looks uncomfortable, you can also see her sister behind her looking between you and Jessie, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Alright, it might be time to get you out of here.” Janine’s fiancé says, grabbing Janine’s hand as he stood up. He gives a quick wave at the table, half as an apology, half as a goodbye. You all wave back to him and Janine and they walk into the mass of people.

You sat for a little bit longer, some teammates coming to join your table for a few minutes to chat before they’d run off to talk with someone else. It was only an hour later that Jessie’s Dad found his way to the table. “Jess, we’re going to get out of here, it’s late and we’re not young anymore, we’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah of course.” Jessie responds, she smacks your leg a few times then pointing to the side of you. You get the hint and stand up to let her out of the table. You watch as she stands up giving her Dad a tight hug.

“Coming now or later?” Her Dad looks at Jessie’s sister.

“Now, just give me a second to use the restroom.” She nods and her Dad walks away after they agree to meet outside.

“I don’t have to pee, I just wanted him to walk away. You two enjoy your night without Janine.” She says with a wink and a look between the two of you. You look over to Jessie who’s sporting a blushed red face. Her sister stands up to hug her and whispers something into Jessie’s ear, making her turn even more red. She gives you a quick wave and heads in the direction of the door.

“I think I’m going to call it a night too, feeling tired.” You say, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of the day hit you all at once. A yawn coming out of your mouth.

“I was actually thinking the same thing.” Jessie flashes you a smile. “Would you want to walk together?” You’re not sure if Jessie actually was ready to go or just decided she was going to leave since you were.

“That would be nice.” You take the empty water bottle from her hand and toss it onto the bin with yours. “Do you need to say bye to anyone?” Jessie just shakes her head.

“Do you?” You shake your head back. Your Mom had gone out with some of the older training staff, not wanting to be in a rowdy bar, Olivia was still around but you’d text her later letting her know you were back in your room. You’re not sure even if you said goodbye to anyone if they’d remember it in the morning or not.

The night was quiet when you stepped outside of the bar, Jessie shortly behind you. You start walking in the direction of the hotel and she quickly jogs to catch up. The two of you walk side by side down the roadway.

“Does it feel different the second time?” You break the silence asking.

“Does what feel different?” Her pace slows down as she turns her head to look at you.

“Winning gold.”

You hear her breathe in and then watch as she tilts her head slightly, deep in thought.

“It’s different, but I’m not sure if it's the winning that’s different. Last time it was an empty stadium, we didn’t get to do the celebrations with family and friends, there weren’t people watching, it felt so isolated, but it was in a weird way more peaceful. We got to just sit on the field, really soak it in.” She took another breath. “We didn’t get to do that, even if we could’ve there would’ve been fans, it would’ve been rowdy. Not to say one is better than the other, but yeah it’s different. I also wasn’t captain last time, so this time was more stressful, I felt like a lot of it was on me. Even though I know it wasn’t, it just felt that way.”

You hum acknowledging her answer as you walk into the lobby of the hotel. It’s thankfully pretty empty, Jessie's teammates still out celebrating and only a few other country’s athletes sitting around. You both get into the elevator, you press the button and you can feel a tension building as you ride up in silence. When you get out you walk Jessie to her door first, wanting to be polite and make sure she gets in alright.

“I’m sorry if Janine made it weird earlier. I'm not sure why she said that. I mean I get it but, I don’t want you to think I told her that was going to happen or anything. I don’t expect it to.” Jessie turns before she puts her keycard to the door.

“It’s all good. Little uncomfortable, especially with your sister there but it’s alright.” You shrug. It was uncomfortable but you didn’t mind too much, you had already forgotten about the conversation until Jessie brought it up again.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll have to explain myself to her later, she thought it was funny, she teased me for how red I got.”

“Yeah.” You both stand awkwardly outside of Jessie’s hotel room, you shift your weight between your feet, swaying slightly.

“Um, do you want to-”

“Have a goodnight-”

You both speak at the same time.

“Go ahead.” She gestures to you.

“I was just going to say goodnight.” You didn’t want to invite yourself into her hotel room despite Janine’s offer.

“Oh, yeah okay.” You can tell she seems a little disappointed.

“What were you saying?”

“I was going to invite you in?” Jessie looks up at you, her eyes with a glimmer of hope in them. She blinks quickly a few times before adding “Only if you want to, you don’t have to, I’m not expecting anything, you don’t even have to stay very long if you don’t want to, I just thought,”

“Jessie.” You cut her off, able to tell she was starting to overthink by the way her hands were fidgeting. “I’d like to come in.” You say before you lean down, now it’s her back pressed against the wall as your lips find hers. You pull away before any of her teammates or god forbid your mother decides to take a trip down the hallway and sees you two. Jessie turns to unlock the door and you follow her inside. You pull your phone out quickly texting Olivia.

You: Probably not coming back to the room at all tonight, or if I do it’ll be late, don’t worry about me I’m safe.

It takes a minute but she responds.

Olivia: Thanks for the heads up, I expect all the details of your escapades tomorrow

Olivia: seriously though, be safe, don’t do anything stupid.

You look up from your phone over at Jessie, thinking to yourself at least if you “do” anything, it wasn’t considered doing anything stupid, Jessie was smart.

[kairoot]

❝ 𝟖:𝟎𝟏 𝐚.𝐦. ❞ | smg.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff !

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none really, lower case is used

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 : no

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dad!mingi x black!fem!reader

author’s note: i apologize in advance for the amount of baby content you guys are about to see. my baby fever has been through the roof

ss ➜ in which mingi spends a day with his daughter alone, for the first time in a while. just a daddy-daughter day : p

“mingi,” you pat your husband’s shoulder. he stirred around a bit, but you received no response.

“mingi.” you repeated, more sternly this time. you shook his shoulder causing him to hum.

“gi, i’m leaving.”

“mhm.” he shifted against the pillow, eyes still not opening.

“jordyns’ in her room, babe. make sure she eats something in time. and you too; get something to eat.” you grabbed your things, heading for the door and stopping to look back at mingi’s dormant form.

a few seconds passed by before he gave you another hum, and fell back into his dreams.

you shook your head, smiling and headed for the door.

mingi awoke to a small figure climbing on to him, arms wrapped around his neck.

“bubba? what are you doing awake?” his voice came out groggy as he brought a hand up to rub the sleep out of his eye.

“daddy, it’s morning.” jordyn said, answering his question.

“right..” he mumbled.

he brought a hand down to her small back, rubbing circles as he tightly embraced her. the two year old nuzzled her face into her father’s chest, still trying to wake up.

mingi continued his mini massage, occasionally kissing jordyn’s forehead until she lifted her head.

“daddy, i’m hungry.” she pouted slightly, sitting up all the way this time. mingi cooed at her expression, now noticing that he needed something in his belly as well.

he rubbed his stomach, trying to calm the growling and gurgling, “me too.. let’s go make something, yeah?”

jordyn nodded, climbing off of the bed and running to the door. mingi sat up slowly, eyes still adjusting to the bright room.

she urged her puffy-eyed father to move faster, hunger pains starting to irritate her. mingi just chuckled, walking over by the door and scooping her up in his arms.

now standing in the kitchen, mingi decided to make one of jordyn’s favorites; pancakes.

“daddy, where’s mama?” she spoke in her small voice, pout visible in her tone.

“she’s at work, baby,” he cooed at her once again, feeling empathetic towards the girl. “it’ll just be you and daddy today, okay?”

she nodded slowly, eyes turning back to her show on the tv. mingi finished cooking, bringing her plate to the table and pouring juice for the both of them.

he sat next to jordyn, both of them digging into their plates. jordyn hummed in approval at the pancakes.

“is it good, mama?” mingi laughed at her expression. she nodded, going back in for about two more bites.

the dishes were settled in the sink, mingi sat on the couch with jordyn next to him, playing with her toys. he scrolled through his phone for some time before it began to ring with an incoming facetime call.

“jojo, hi!” wooyoung beamed on the other side of the screen. jordyn’s attention was taken away from her activities as she grinned at the sight of her uncle.

“uncle youngie!” she let out a tiny gasp, wooyoung responding with an ‘awe’.

seonghwa joined in, taking the phone away from wooyoung. him and mingi chatted for some time, while wooyoung and jordyn made faces at each other through the screen.

“so, what do you plan on doing for today?” seonghwa asked mingi.

“nothing really, i might stop by the studio. or maybe me and jojo’ll get some lunch.” he shrugged, running a hand through his disheveled strands. hwa nodded as they continued to talk, sharing thoughts on different topics and family life.

after hanging up, mingi decided that him and his daughter would actually be productive. him and jordyn went upstairs to her room, choosing to get her ready first.

he dug through her drawer and closet until he found something that fit for the cloudy weather. he got her dressed and moved to her hair.

now, mingi wasn’t an expert but he had seen you do your daughter’s hair so many times so he had an idea of what to put in it.

he sat her in his lap, applying the curling cream you bought for her. with her being mixed, her curls could either get really loose or really tight. he rubbed the product together and then applied it all over her head.

he brushed through it gently, having zero intentions on hurting his baby. he sprayed a bit of water before throwing her hair back up into a messy ponytail.

mingi now hustled down the steps of your home, bag and toddler in his hands. he grabbed his keys, making sure he had everything before heading out the door.

he opened the door to his black vehicle, placing jordyn in her seat. he made sure everything was buckled before he made his way to the drivers side.

author’s note: this actually turned out shorter than it was meant to be. i had more ideas but i forgot them cause this has been sitting in my drafts for like 2 weeks now..

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Threads of Desire - Chapter 10

Summary: Still upset about the things that went down with Daryl the night before, Y/N heads into work early and has a conversation with Guy who tries to help her understand her feelings. A confrontation with Maggie opens a whole new can of worms in terms of her future.

Characters: Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Maggie, Guy, Jordyn, Michonne, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61111030/chapters/172058590

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, etc.

Notes: This chapter was originally 31 pages so I cut it in half. I'll put the second chapter up in two days. Thanks to those that still read this story. I'm doing my best to finish it! If you want to read the other chapters since it has been so long, be sure to check them out here.

What started out as a pretty good night, ended very poorly. When Y/N had gotten home, she texted both Negan and Daryl to let them know she did. The only one that seemed to care? Negan. Daryl had left her on read. To say she was surprised with that would be a lie. Sadly, most of her nights lately had ended rough after the last week or so.

After that conversation with Daryl? Y/N didn’t get much sleep because she couldn’t put her mind to rest. To keep her mind off things, she texted back and forth with Negan who was very flirty and outgoing, but it didn’t stop her from feeling bad about the way things went down with Daryl. Guilt ate away at her with the way that Daryl made her feel. When she was with Negan, she was happy, but when Daryl put things out in front of her, it made her wonder if she really was making a mistake with Negan.

She couldn’t get a wink of sleep all night because of it. So? Instead she started working on finishing the project that Guy had asked of her. Today was Friday, which meant it was her last day of work this week. When the sun started to rise, she got ready for work and came in early.

Not surprisingly, she was the first person there which meant she turned everything on for the office. After that, she got seated at her place at the table in Guy’s office to continue working on what she had left. Which honestly? Wasn’t much. Looking to her phone, she realized that Daryl hadn’t texted her. She didn’t know why she expected him to in the first place. He had no qualms showing her that he was pissed at her when they separated yesterday. It just wasn’t like Daryl to be like this. Right now? She felt like she was being swept back to the short amount of time where they were actually dating and he was incredibly angry with her all the time.

Through the silence that had surrounded her for quite some time, there was a rustling behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see that Guy was pushing open the door to his office. In his mouth, he had a bag that he was carrying from a coffee shop. There was a carrier in his hand with two coffees and in his other arm was all of his belongings. When their eyes connected, he paused with his head tipping to the side confused.

Attempting to say something only made his words muffled since he had the paper bag in his mouth and it made her smile. Rolling his brown eyes, he motioned her to wait as he headed over toward his desk. Setting things down, he pulled the bag from his mouth and smacked his lips together. Placing his hand over the top of the desk, he leaned against it and gave her a weak smile, “You’re early. What are you doing here so early?”

“Well, this isn’t exactly early. By now? When I was working with Maggie, I would have probably already been here three or four hours. This isn’t exactly early either,” she responded, pointing back over her shoulder toward the clock that was on the wall. After he looked, she then gestured to have him look at the other people that were already in the office working. “It’s early for you though! That’s impressive. What are you doing here this early?”

“I uh…” he held his hand out toward his desk where the drinks and the bag that he was originally holding in his mouth were. “I was trying to get us some breakfast, well, I guess more so like brunch by now. But it looks like you’ve already been here a while and had a coffee.”

“I won’t turn down more caffeine,” she commented with a weak smile, leaning back in her chair after pushing slightly away from the table. Grabbing the items he brought with him, Guy headed in her direction with a kick to his step. Setting everything down, he took the seat at the end of the table along the side of her. Tipping his head to the side, his dark eyes gazed out upon the design that she had been working on for him. Sliding his hand out, he grabbed a hold of it and pulled it toward him to get a better look. “I’m sorry if it’s not very good, I haven’t slept well the last few days.”

“No, it’s great, but this is a lot more than you had done yesterday. How long have you actually been here?” Guy wondered, his nose wrinkling the longer he gazed upon it, surprised with how much was actually done.

“A few hours?” she shrugged her shoulders, smirking when he reached for the coffee he had gotten for her. Sliding it out toward her made her smile and she accepted it. “Thank you.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping? You’re not getting lack of sleep because of work. Maybe on the first day I offered you the job because of excitement, but not this long after the offer. So I’m assuming it is something to do with Negan or Daryl? Or maybe both. Or Maggie is an option,” he listed off all the things he thought would be the cause of her troubles and she frowned. “So which is it? You had dinner with Negan last night. Are you feeling guilty because you slept with him? I’m going to guess not though because if you slept with him, you probably wouldn’t be here at work.”

“You are way too invested in my personal life,” she declared, watching him get comfortable at the table, resting his elbows on top of it. “You’re unfortunately the only person that I could probably talk to about things, but it feels…wrong? Since you’re my boss and you wanted to have sex with me not that long ago.”

“So?” he blurt out biting down on his bottom lip and dramatically bobbing his head about.

“So it’s weird. Plus, I feel like you might be biased based on any discussion that I have with you,” she thought aloud knowing that he already seemed to have a liking for Negan. “Between Negan and Daryl…”

“Then make them nameless. Call one of them A and the other B,” he suggested, waving his hand about in the air. “I might be annoying, but I’m actually pretty good at this relationship stuff.”

“How many serious relationships have you had in your life?” she wondered, taking a sip of her coffee doubting that he really would be any good at advice considering she knew he was someone that slept around and he slept around a lot. After a minute of thinking about the question, a cheeky smile tugged at his features with his dark eyes narrowing. “None, right?”

“I don’t know what you consider serious. Would I say I ever found the love of my life? No,” he rambled on, taking a moment to think about things. “But I have been with a lot of people. So I assume that gives me some kind of knowledge in the matter.”

“I’ll talk to you, but only under one condition. If I open up to you, you have to open up to me. I ask you some questions, you give me answers and then I will talk to you about my personal life,” she offered up causing his eyes to narrow. Nodding his head, he leaned back in the chair and threw his hands up in the air. “What is it about Maggie that drew you to her? Why did you want to sleep with her?”

“I was horny, she was hot and she was willing,” he blurted out with a rumble in his tone, sucking on his bottom lip before speaking up again. “Sometimes, the people I have sex with are out of convenience. Not because they are people I want to be hooking up with. Although, Maggie is hot. Just not someone I’d like to be with in a relationship.”

“And you didn’t care that she was dating someone?” she inquired, her throat tensing up with Guy growling out and dramatically rolling his eyes. “I’m just curious.”

“No, it’s not my responsibility to care. If people want to have sex with me, they have the opportunity to say no. Whether they are married or dating or not, it’s not on me,” he placed his hand in over the center of his chest, a muscle in his jaw flexing and by the expression in his dark eyes she knew that he wasn’t lying. “I don’t care either. Because if the person is cheating with me, it means there is something already going on at home that was broken. Everyone knows that when they hook up with me, they aren’t getting a relationship. They are just getting sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“So you don’t feel guilty that you may have been the reason that a relationship was ruined?” she confirmed with him provoking the tiniest of smirks to tug at his lips.

“I know where this is going,” he snapped his fingers and pointed out at Y/N who seemed to get uncomfortable. “You have a guilty conscience and you are trying to understand why I don’t. You’re trying to understand if you’re wrong or right for feeling guilty. And if that is what is on your mind with Negan and Maggie, I’m telling you, you shouldn’t feel guilty. You know that I heard your whole conversation with Maggie that night. I know the shit Maggie did to you. And it seems like she was purposely keeping you and Negan apart to be a bitch. I know Maggie was a bitch to you. So don’t feel bad.”

“It’s easier said than done,” she countered, tipping her head to the side and exhaling loudly. “I couldn’t even do this whole A and B thing with you because you already know my history with Negan.”

“Then tell me about your history with Daryl and use only A or B when you don’t want me to be biased,” he blurt out and she laughed realizing that this was stupid to even open up to him.

“I need something to make sure that things stay between us,” she shook her head not wanting the whole office to know everything about her personal life. “I need to know that I can trust you. Give me something to prove that.”

“Other than my beautiful face and puppy dog eyes?” he gave her a cheesy smile that only got him a glare in return. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes and huffed out loudly. “Fine, but if I find out you tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, well, then I’m going to have to kill you.”

“Fair enough,” she smirked noticing the color that flooded into Guy’s face when he dropped his stare down to his lap.

“My name wasn’t originally Guy Vixen,” he confessed, lifting his head to see that she didn’t seem very impressed with that information. “I had it legally changed when I got to a certain age and I’ve done a really good job at keeping it hidden.”

“Well no shit,” she commented, chuckling before taking another sip of the coffee that he had gotten her. “I figured your name was Guy and you changed your last name to stand out when you became a model. Most people do that.”

“No, it’s all fake,” he alerted her with a bounce of his eyebrows causing her to chuckle. “I mean, everything about me is real, but the name. My real name is actually Richard. But I hated it. Richard is the name of a lawyer, not a model or a fashion designer. And none of the nicknames fit me either. Rick, Richy, Rich…”

“Dick,” she added to the list to tease him which only rewarded her with a glare that had her bursting out in laughter. “I just had to do it.”

“And that’s why I changed my name,” he circled his finger in her direction which led to a curious expression. “My name was Richard Holden Johnson.”

“Oh come on,” she snorted finding herself amused with the name he had just given her. Laughter followed, but the way his face grew red with embarrassment she could tell that he was being honest with her. “You’re fucking serious.”

“I am,” he grumbled, waving his hand about trying to dismiss it. “Now you see why I changed my name. I told you I hated my mother. And obviously she hated me since she both abandoned me and gave me the worst fucking name in the world.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh,” she apologized with Guy shrugging his shoulders and lowering down in the seat. “I promise you I won’t tell a soul. I’ll take that one to the grave with me.”

“Yeah,” he grumbled to himself, clearing his throat uneasily. With him being embarrassed, it only thickened his accent. “Only my family and very old friends know my name, so yeah. Welcome to the club of knowing.”

“Strange club to be in, but fine,” she recognized that he gave her something in order for her to trust him and she sighed. “I’m not going to talk about this for hours, but I have had a crush on Negan since the first year of college. He was my teacher, he walked in and I was hooked. The only thing was? He was married for the first two years. I guess that wasn’t really a problem. I liked his wife, but she ended up passing away.”

It surprised her with how she seemed to have Guy’s full attention while she spoke, “Negan went into a very dark depression that I helped him through. That’s how I got close to Jordyn. I took care of both Negan and Jordyn when he couldn’t. The two of us were very, very close. I was pathetically head over heels in love with him. When I wasn’t in my classes, I would be spending time with him. We’d lay in bed talking all night.”

“And you never slept together?” he seemed surprised when she shook her head with his eyebrows bouncing up. “How is that possible?”

“Something happened once when he was married, but it was with his wife too and it wasn’t extensive,” she rambled on, knowing that she was probably saying too much because his face scrunched up and he seemed impressed to hear that. “But no, we never had sex.”

“So you’re…” Guy licked his lips, folding his arms in front of his chest. Awestruck to hear what she said, he cracked a smile. “You’re bi? So have you and Maggie like…”

“Knock it off,” she warned him before he even got started with her circling her finger in his direction. “My sexuality is not important at the moment.”

“Well, maybe not at the moment, but it might help later tonight,” he thought aloud only to have her playfully smack at his shoulder drawing out a laugh from him. “Okay, just continue your story. Why didn’t the two of you fuck?”

“I don’t really know. He says that he didn’t sleep with me because he was my professor and it would have been wrong for him to sleep with a student,” she explained to Guy what Negan had told her causing Guy to roll his eyes. “Then again, I never really fully told him how I felt about him. I kept it to myself because I didn’t know how he felt. He swears that if I would have told him, it would have happened.”

“Maybe,” Guy contemplated what she said, tipping his head from side to side. “Sometimes you have to put it on the table for men. But what I don’t understand is how he ended up with Maggie for four years if you were already…like that.”

“It’s complicated,” she confessed, releasing a long sigh when she realized she was reliving her past a lot more than she cared to. “It was the last year of college. I was his student teacher. Maggie came in to drop something off for me and I didn’t think much of it. She was my best friend, she knew how much I loved him.”

“I heard this part,” Guy interrupted her, tipping his head from side to side. Sighing loudly, she didn’t like talking this out with someone she barely knew that well, but he did hear her fighting with Maggie that one night after the event at the college, so he was already aware of what had happened. “So Negan is with Maggie for four years and nothing. What made him suddenly realize that he was an absolute puppy dog for you?”

“The truth? I guess? I got drunk that night I stood in for Maggie at the event and I kind of unloaded on him. When I started college, I considered going between film and fashion design. He had built me up so much that I really thought I could have been a big shit like he was. Instead I became…” she lifted her eyes wondering if she should really say what she thought about her job. “Well, I was Maggie’s slave.”

“Fair enough,” he didn’t fight her on that, his dark eyes narrowing when he sucked faintly at his bottom lip. “I get the appeal of film. Hollywood and all that, but the behind-the-scenes stuff? It’s really not that glorious. Unless of course, you get to mix the fashion design with the film. I don’t think you would have liked film.”

“Regardless, once he got with Maggie, I just kind of lost everything. My dream to work here. His promising me the world. So I ran my mouth off at the and he heard everything I was feeling. And then I asked him why he never made a move on me,” she explained to Guy making his right eyebrow arch up while he got more comfortable in the seat he was in. “I think he realized my feelings which he had so blatantly ignored and then Maggie ran her mouth off after he asked…”

“Okay, so he saw the light because it was spelled out for him,” he noted, spinning somewhat side to side as he gathered the information. “Now this Daryl guy. Tell me about him.”

“I’ve known him for about as long as I’ve known Negan,” she responded, her chest tightening when Daryl came to mind. “Daryl is older than me too. He had graduated from the campus and he had a job there. We met at a party and we were both in the corner somewhere avoiding people. I guess we clicked. Him and Maggie always despised each other. Big time. They always fought, but they were both my best friends so…I tried. The unfortunate thing is that I started to realize that Daryl had strong feelings for me, but…”

“You were in love with Negan,” he filled in the blanks drawing out a huff from her with the way he kept finishing her sentences.

“I tried really hard to just keep us as friends and for the most part we were. Until Maggie and Negan got together. I showed up at his house blasted drunk and we ended up sleeping together,” she informed him, watching his face scrunch up. His lips parted and he went to say something, but it was obvious he didn’t know if he should or not. “What?”

“I don’t want to sound like a dick, but you put off sleeping with this guy for four years because you didn’t have feelings for him. Or maybe you did, I don’t know, but Negan was the one you loved. I know I’m an asshole, but if you showed up at my door drunk out of your mind and sad because the person you loved broke your heart, I’m not going to fuck you,” he blurt out, shuddering at the thought having her release a long exhale. “It gives me the ick just thinking about it.”

“I feel like I threw myself on him,” she thought aloud, but it was clear that Guy still didn’t agree with what she was saying. “We were friends, I was feeling bad and I thought it would make me feel better.”

“But it didn’t,” he assumed, frowning at the idea of what she was telling him. “Sex feels nice when you’re emotional, but drunk sex? Yeah, that doesn’t help. I have a feeling you are going to defend Daryl here though, so just move onto the next part so we don’t get stuck here.”

“Okay,” she half laughed, not sure how to take his attitude about the subject. “After that? The two of us decided to date. With how good he was with me as my friend and how supportive he was? I thought it was a smart move, but when we started dating al he wanted to do was stay at home. He wanted to have sex, work on his paintings and have me stay in his apartment with him. Obviously, I couldn’t do that. When we were dating, he got jealous and angry. He’d get upset with me for working here. He would get upset with all the time I spent with Jordyn and I know it’s because of Negan, but it wasn’t working out. We were fighting all the time. It wasn’t the Daryl that I had grown to know as my friend. That relationship and bond we had when we were just friends? It was gone.”

“And that’s why I hate relationships. That ownership the other person holds over someone. Even if people don’t mean to, they become jealous and controlling,” he commented with her frowning and looking down toward her lap. “But you have feelings for this Daryl?”

“Yeah, of course I do,” she swallowed down hard, a lump developing in her throat when she thought about him being angry with her. “Daryl saw me when no one else did. What took Negan eight years to feel about me took Daryl one night. Beyond Jordyn, Daryl is the most important person in my life.”

“I see,” there was a conflicted expression over Guy’s features as he brushed his fingers through his dark hair and leaned back further into his chair. “And I assume it was a mutual break up when you finally did break up?”

“It was. It didn��t last long. We were fighting all the time because I wasn’t going to choose between my dreams, Jordyn and Daryl,” she explained, her mind going back to the conversation she had with Daryl last night. “My mistake was still sleeping with Daryl. I knew he still had feelings for me and I still had feelings for him. For a long time, it’s only been Daryl that I’ve been sleeping with. Yesterday, he got furious with me because I accepted the job with you and he wants me to take a job elsewhere with someone he knows. He also made it pretty clear that he doesn’t approve of me being in Jordyn’s life.”

“Are you the only woman he’s been sleeping with since you two broke up?” Guy questioned, amused with the expression she had made showing that was something she had never thought about. “I think that’s an important thing to know because if you’re the only woman he has been sleeping with he still thinks you guys are in an exclusive relationship. That would explain why he is getting possessive because you are doing the things he does want and we both know you’ve fooled around with Negan.”

“I guess I never thought to ask because I didn’t think it was any of my business,” she responded, taking a moment to think about the question. “I’ve never really seen Daryl with anyone else. So I don’t think so, but I don’t know?”

“Can you explain to me why you are so conflicted between the two of them? Just so I don’t fuck up perspective here,” Guy asked of her, folding his arms in front of his chest with him bobbing his head about.

“Because I don’t know what to do. Negan wants me to start a relationship with him. He’s already told his parents and his daughter that he wants to be with me, but he hasn’t broken up with Maggie. I condemned Maggie for cheating on Negan with you, but then I’m doing it myself and that makes me a cheater. Negan supports me working here and living my dream, but at the same time, I can’t help but think about how it took him eight years to realize how I felt about him. Instead of picking me, he picked my best friend and broke my heart,” she rambled on about Negan, her chest aching at the thought and then she shrugged her shoulders. “And then with Daryl? I told him yesterday that if he could accept me for who I am, meaning this job and loving Jordyn, I would get with him. I’d choose him. And he didn’t like that. He took off on me and left me in the middle of the street alone when he was walking me home.”

“Yeah, okay…” he exhaled loudly, dragging his hand down in over his face releasing a grunt when he thought about what she told him. “I don’t like either option when I think about it.”

“Guy,” she grunted, rolling her eyes when he threw his hands up in the air.

“Hear me out before you get angry with me,” he requested, holding his hand out in the air to get her to silence her frustrations with him. “You deserve better than both of them. I think you truly believe that Daryl is the person you should pick. Not because you love him the most, but because you think he’s the one that’s been the best for you. He’s your best friend, he saw you when no one else did. You just told me that you said to him last night that you would be with him. That you would pick him over Negan as long as he allowed you to work here to live your dream and accepted that Jordyn was part of you. If the man was head over heels in love with you like I think you believe he is, he would have jumped at the offer. Because then you would be his. He would have your whole heart. But that’s not what he wants. He wants you to be the version of you that he wants you to be. He wants to own you. He wants you to be his under his stipulations. I don’t like that. That’s abusive and toxic. He doesn’t love you for who you are. He loves the idea of you.”

“I don’t…he isn’t…” she paused to consider what Guy was saying. Frowning, she hated to think that’s what it was like with Daryl. Hearing that said out loud actually elicited her heart to skip a beat and she felt a lump growing in her throat. “I think his feelings are just hurt.”

“No, it sounds like you gave him your heart and he turned you down because that wasn’t good enough. You have to change you in order to be with him,” he stressed to her, snapping his fingers and being dramatic in the way his body movements were. “And Negan? He accepts you as you are, but he picked Maggie first and now that he knows Maggie is not the better option, he’ll finally have you? Because he had to have his eyes pried open for him to see the truth?  Yeah, I don’t think either one deserves you.”

“I think they’re both better than I am,” she explained which only seemed to irritate Guy even further with him throwing both his hands up in the air in a frustrated manner. Muttering something under his breath, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I do.”

“That’s the low self-esteem talking that is there after years of letting people walk all fucking over you. It’s something that we’re going to have to work on if you are going to be working for me,” he snorted, pointing his finger out at her and circling it in her direction. “You’ve put up with Daryl trying to control you from the start thinking that it was pure love, when it’s not. You watched the man of your dreams fall into your best friend’s bed. And you allowed your best friend to steal the job of your dreams out from under your nose. Because you’re too damn nice and now that you’re starting to think about yourself for once instead of serving everyone else, you think you’re the bad guy. Well let me tell you honey, sometimes you have to be the bad guy. Because you don’t deserve to be shit on for the rest of your life.”

Wow, that was not something she was expecting from Guy, but he sure as hell delivered in the way he said that, “I’m sorry I added to the feeling of making you feel worthless and bad about yourself. I’m an asshole. I know that. And I ignore the world around me. I don’t care who I hurt. You see, there are two sides of the spectrum. People like me and people like you. You need to be somewhere in the middle. If your mind is set on either Daryl or Negan? Don’t pick who you think you have to pick. Genuinely do what is best for you. Pick what your heart wants. Not what your brain tells you to pick. Because both men have to do a whole lot of proving in my opinion in order for them to be good enough for you. You deserve someone that sees all of you and accepts you as you are. Even the things that they may perceive as negative. Because loving someone means you see all of them and you still want to be with them.”

“You’re not as awful as you think you are, you know?” she spoke up after a moment of silence causing Guy to release a disgusted breath. “I think Guy Vixen is the character you play, but deep down I think Richard Johnson is a very kind man.”

“Don’t ever say that again,” he warned her with an amused smile, pointing his finger directly at her as if it was a threat. They both laughed until the sound of the door being pushed open was heard. Lifting his stare, Guy noticed that Maggie was barging into his room. “Good morning Maggie, it’s wonderful to see you this morning.”

“What did you do?” Maggie snapped, ignoring Guy completely in order to step between him and Y/N to look down at her. “What happened at dinner last night with Negan’s parents?”

“We had dinner?” Y/N stammered, her eyes narrowing with Maggie’s hands settling in at her hips. “What are you expecting me to say here Maggie?”

“I got a text from Negan asking me to come and pick up my stuff from his place either today or on Sunday,” Maggie alerted Y/N who gave her a surprised expression. Sliding his chair back, Guy made sure that he could now see Y/N with an amused rumble escaping him. “Apparently, he feels like things just haven’t been working out for us over the last few weeks and he thinks we’d make better friends. I got dumped through a fucking text message.”

“To be fair Maggie, I’m pretty sure he was trying to dump you yesterday in your office, but you did everything to avoid it,” Guy piped in, getting her to look back over her shoulder at Guy. Truthfully? He didn’t give a fuck if she was irritated with him. So he gave her a shit eating grin that had her letting out an angered breath. “You’ve been avoiding him so much, he probably thinks it’s the only way that he can break up with you. With all the work meetings you’ve been having and everything.”

“You had something to do with this,” Maggie insinuated, continuing to ignore Guy as she stepped in close to Y/N making things extremely uncomfortable. Standing up from the table, Y/N try to put some distance between the two of them feeling her heart hammering inside of her chest. “I know you did. You’ve been fucking with things ever since that event at the college. Someone doesn’t suddenly decide after four fucking years that things aren’t working out. So what did you do? Did you tell him about me cheating? Is that your way of winning Negan? Are you that pathetic that you have to trick him into being with you?”

“First of all, I would never break up with someone through a text message. I’m very against the whole idea of that,” Y/N started, making that very clear. That was not something she ever suggested Negan do. In fact? She suggested the opposite. Breaking up through text was not something that she was okay with. “Second of all, I haven’t said shit about you cheating on Negan. Not with Guy. Not with the pizza delivery boy…”

“How did you know about that?” Maggie inquired with Y/N looking behind Maggie toward Guy who wiggled his fingers about giving her another arrogant smile. “He’s a man by the way. Not a boy. You’re making it sound disgusting.”

“Regardless, I’ve said nothing to Negan. I had no idea he was even breaking up with you,” she explained, placing her hand in over the center of her chest to defend herself. Realistically? She wished that Negan would have warned her about this.

“Bullshit. You’ve been a really awful friend, you know that? For someone who made a promise to my father to protect me, you’re doing a really shitty job,” Maggie spat causing a chill to run down Y/N’s spine as she dropped her head. Trying to count, she didn’t want to explode on Maggie especially at work. “You know Negan is just going to run back to me.”

“Not here Maggie. If you want to talk after work, we can do that, but at the beginning of our workday? It’s inappropriate and unprofessional,” Y/N tried to put some distance between her and Maggie to make sure that nothing happened. “I can understand you are emotional right now…”

“He won’t even answer his phone. I went to his house and…” Maggie went to vent with Y/N tipping her head from side to side. “What?”

“He had a meeting today with that film company,” Y/N stated remembering a conversation that she had with Negan and his parents yesterday at the dinner. “So of course he isn’t going to answer his phone or be at home. It wouldn’t hurt to know your boyfriend’s schedule sometimes.”

“Ex-boyfriend?” Guy interrupted causing Y/N to cringe. Truthfully? She wished he wouldn’t be interrupting to push Maggie’s buttons further.

“I’m working and I have something I have to finish,” Y/N pointed down toward the art that was somewhere between where she was sitting and where Guy was since they had gotten lost in discussion. “I’m very close to finishing, so if you will give me a minute…”

“No, see that doesn’t work for me. You actually work for me,” Maggie reminded Y/N folding her arms out in front of her chest with her voice growing angrier. “So I can tell you when you can and cannot work.”

“Actually, she’s been promoted, so she really doesn’t work for you anymore,” Guy piped in, this time making the color in Maggie’s face grow extraordinarily red. Shrugging his shoulders, Guy could tell that Y/N was upset that he told Maggie about it. “You’re going to have to find yourself another assistant because Y/N no longer has that job.”

“You are something else,” Maggie’s accent grew thicker with her arms folding in front of her chest when she finally gave Y/N her attention again. “After everything you promised daddy, I thought you’d be better than this.”

“Don’t you bring your father into this. I went above and beyond what Hershel asked of me,” Y/N defended herself releasing a frustrated breath. “There is only so much you can do to help someone before they have to stand on their own. I can’t perform miracles Maggie. At some point? You have to grow the fuck up and learn to be a big girl on your own.”

Without warning, Maggie swiftly threw out her fist leaving a loud smacking sound to fill the small office when it connected with Y/N’s face. It had caused her to stumble back, her hand covering her face when she felt a burning in it almost immediately. Pulling her hand away, Y/N saw blood at the center of her palm and she felt Guy inserting himself between the two of them.

“You know, you should really focus on Daryl instead of putting your efforts into Negan,” there was venom in Maggie’s voice when Y/N’s angry eyes finally met hers. Guy was actually doing what a boss was meant to do in the moment to keep them separated. “Daryl is way more in your league than Negan is and even if Negan gives you the time of day, he’s going to realize that about you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Y/N was almost offended for Daryl in the moment, less caring about the diss that was no doubt directed at her along with the fiery pain at the center of her face. “There is nothing wrong with Daryl and for you to even insist…”

“He’s trash Y/N,” Maggie stressed to Y/N just how she felt about Daryl in the moment along with Y/N. “You two work together because…well, don’t make me say it.”

“That was bitchy,” Guy piped in, giving his full attention to Maggie while he made sure to put some distance between the two of them with his hand placing in over Y/N’s shoulder to stop her from moving. “I’m keeping some distance between the two of you, but don’t make me put my hand down and let her at you.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Y/N stammered, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand realizing that it was still bleeding. Digging into his pocket, Guy tried to give her his handkerchief that went with the suit that he was wearing. Accepting, she placed it up to her face and let out an irritated breath. “You forget where your place was Maggie. You were just a farmer’s daughter when we first became friends. Remember your roots before you tell me that I’m trash.”

Even though she was doing her best to stop the bleeding, Y/N realized that there was a chance that Maggie may have broken her nose with that hit. Maggie was a lot of things, but one thing was for certain, she had a hell of a right hook on her, “I won’t hit you Maggie. Maybe because I’m crazy. Maybe because deep down I feel like I deserve this. But you listen to me Maggie. Part of me will always care about you because I’m a fool, but I’m done. I’m done being your punching bag. Physically, mentally. I’m done keeping your head above the water. I’m done lifting you up while I’m drowning because of a promise I made your father years ago. I love your family and I loved your father, but I shouldn’t have to suffer just to make your life better. You’re not my best friend. Maybe you never were. If you think I’m trash? Fine. Think it. I don’t give a fuck. But I’m done taking your abuse.”

A proud sound escaped Guy who was doing his hardest to keep it down, but he was doing a very poor job at that, “And as far as Daryl? You don’t even know him. You just have always snubbed your nose at him because he is the one person in the world that saw beyond your beauty and charm. He didn’t fall for it. And he’s a better friend than you could ever be. Daryl is the furthest thing from trash. But you would never know that because you never gave him a chance. And that’s a fucking shame because Daryl is one hell of a guy. One that you might have actually liked if you got to know him. And he would do anything for someone he cares about.”

Before Maggie had any chance of a response, Y/N heard the sound of her phone ringing and she sighed loudly. Reaching for it, she realized it was the number to one of the mothers that was one of Jordyn’s best friends. Nodding to her phone, she almost requested permission from Guy to answer it who gave her a nod. Heading over toward the corner of the room, she could hear Guy and Maggie bickering behind her, but she didn’t care. Was she furious? Yes. Was her natural reaction to tag Maggie back? It sure fucking was. But thankfully Guy was there to put distance between them so there wasn’t an all-out brawl in the office.

“Hello?” Y/N answered the phone, unsure of why the woman would be calling her at this time. 

“Is this Y/N?” the woman on the other end questioned, sounding a little nervous in the way that they asked. “I don’t know if you remember me, but we’ve gone to a few events together at the school along with parties for the children. My name is Michonne and I’m Judith’s mother. I know you’re Jordyn’s…well, you’re her…”

“I remember you Michonne,” Y/N interrupted her knowing that her title was something that wasn’t very clear for anyone, let alone herself. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes and no. Today Jordyn was having a play date with Judith and I think Jordyn caught a stomach bug. She threw up earlier and I’ve been trying to contact Negan, but I know he was supposed to be in an important meeting so maybe he has his phone silenced. I don’t think it’s anything awful, but she does have a low-grade fever and I think she just wants to go home to rest. I know we exchanged numbers in case of emergencies and…”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Y/N didn’t need any further explanation. Hearing that Jordyn was sick was all she needed to get her to leave to go pick up Jordyn. “Just send me a text message with your address and I will be there as soon as I can be.”

Finishing up her conversation, she turned on her heel and saw that both Guy along with Maggie were waiting to hear what was going on, “Jordyn was at a friend’s house and she ended up getting sick. I need to go pick her up and take her home.”

Moving over toward her things, Y/N started to pack them up and she gave Guy her full attention, “I’ll take the work home and make sure to finish it over the weekend, okay? As soon as it is done, I will send it your way. I think I should have it done by Sunday for sure.”

“Yeah, of course,” Guy waved his hand about in the air showing that he didn’t mind having her leave early to go be with Jordyn. “Get it done when you get it done.”

“You’re just leaving…?” Maggie blurted out with Y/N clinging onto her things. “After everything, you’re just leaving?”

“Yes,” Y/N had nothing else to say to Maggie. Anything she had to say, she already did. 

Waving to Guy, he returned the gesture and Y/N was quick to leave the office. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see that Guy and Maggie were deep in discussion and she didn’t care to know what it was even about at this point. She had enough of Maggie and her problems that seemed to arise.

Leaving work early was not her plan when she had a project to finish, but as she had already explained to Guy previously, Jordyn was more important to her than her job. And he seemed to understand that. 

It took a while to get to Michonne’s home, but by the time she arrived Jordyn was already waiting for her outside with Michonne and Judith. Thankfully Y/N’s nose had stopped bleeding by then, but she was pretty certain Michonne could tell that she had gotten hit. Michonne tried to ask questions to figure out what happened. And considering Y/N knew her husband was a police officer, Y/N really brushed those questions off. More than anything she just wanted to get Jordyn home.

Jordyn was eager to climb into Y/N’s arms in order to have Y/N carry her home. Thankfully, Negan’s home wasn’t too far away so the walk back wasn’t too hard. Jordyn didn’t say much, that’s how Y/N knew that Jordyn wasn’t feeling good. She just cuddled her head in against the side of Y/N’s neck and held tightly to her.

Getting into Negan’s home was a little rough, but she did have a key that Negan had given her a long time ago in case of emergencies. And this honestly felt like one. Kicking the door closed with her heel, Y/N carried Jordyn up to her room. Got her ready to be able to rest in bed and tucked her in. Just in case, Y/N grabbed her the things that Jordyn might need in case she got sick again.

When she had everything prepared for Jordyn, instead of leaving, Jordyn had begged her to crawl into bed with her so they could cuddle. Just having Y/N with her seemed to settle Jordyn. Only once had Jordyn thrown up again, but afterwards she seemed to just crash clinging to Y/N.

Stroking her fingers through Jordyn’s dark hair, Y/N cuddled her chin in closer to the top of Jordyn’s head. Even though this little girl wasn’t physically hers, she loved Jordyn in the way she felt like she would her own child. Nothing meant more to her than Jordyn. No one loved her as unconditionally as Jordyn did. How Negan’s daughter seemed to find comfort in her only proved that for Y/N.

For quite some time Y/N just laid there with Jordyn until the sound of the front door opening was heard. Rushing footsteps followed up the stairs and a moment later Jordyn’s bedroom door was being pushed open. Standing in the doorway, Negan looked panicked. First he looked to Jordyn who was out cold and then to Y/N. It didn’t take long for Negan to notice that Y/N had obviously been hit in the face too. Which only made Y/N consider how bad she must have looked. Both Michonne and Negan were quick to pick up on it. By the way Negan’s lips parted, she knew that Negan wanted to say something, but she hushed him and shook her head.

“We’re just resting,” she informed Negan who looked incredibly pale. What she assumed was that Negan was worried about Jordyn after opening his phone to all the alerts that he had missed during his meeting. Carefully pulling off his jacket, Negan revealed the white button down that he was wearing underneath. No doubt he was in that meeting because he was actually dressed up nicer than he usually was. Setting his jacket down on top of Jordyn’s dresser, Negan was cautious in the way he moved around Jordyn’s room. Crawling into bed with Y/N and Jordyn, he took his time lowering down at the opposite side of Jordyn. Cuddling his head into the pillow, he loosely wrapped his arm around Jordyn and Y/N.

Gradually, Jordyn adjusted beneath the weight. Yawning, her tired eyes came to a slow open with her looking over her shoulder to see that Negan was there, “Hey there. You doing okay?”

“Much better than earlier,” Jordyn whispered, getting more comfortable between both Y/N and Negan on her bed. Realizing that her father was there seemed to settle her even more when she did her best to cuddle into the both of them. “Y/N took care of me though.”

“Yeah?” Negan whispered, stroking his fingers through Jordyn’s dark hair in a calming manner. “She took good care of you?”

“Like any mom would,” Jordyn assured Negan, lowering her head back down to cuddle it in against Y/N’s chest. Yawning again, Jordyn clung tightly to Negan’s fingers. Pulling his arm closer, Jordyn made sure that she was comfortable before closing her eyes.  “I’m glad your home daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too baby girl,” Negan hummed, nuzzling his nose in against the back of her head. Pressing a lingering kiss there, Negan’s hazel eyes met Y/N’s and he gave her a small nod to thank her. Jordyn had easily fallen back asleep between the two of them. It was a while before either of them finally spoke up. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” Y/N claimed with a weak smile, resting her head in closer to Jordyn’s. “I didn’t even think twice when Michonne called me. I know where I belong and where I want to be when Jordyn isn’t feeling good. She means everything to me.”

“I can see that,” Negan commented, swallowing down hard with him squeezing his arm tighter around both of the women beside him. For what felt like a very long time they had laid together in Jordyn’s bed. By the time the sun was completely set, Negan suggested that they get up and let Jordyn get her rest. Which meant he was cautious in the way he tucked Jordyn back into bed. Truthfully, Jordyn was exhausted. Nothing would have woken her up in that moment. While Negan pulled her blankets up, Y/N checked her fever to make sure that it was gone. “Better?”

“No more fever,” Y/N answered, standing up and allowing Negan to press a kiss over Jordyn’s temple. Heading toward the door, Negan grabbed his jacket and motioned her to follow him back downstairs toward the living room area of his brownstone. Rubbing her hands together, Y/N turned on her heel and let out a nervous breath. “I gave her something to settle her stomach and gave her some children’s Tylenol to bring the fever down. As far as I know, she only threw up twice. Once while she was with me and once while she was at Judith’s place.”

“Thank you for taking care of her,” Negan repeated what he had done earlier, hanging up his jacket and then returning to Y/N with a thankful expression. “The one time that I silence my phone is the one time that I’m needed. I can’t believe I didn’t realize…”

“It’s okay, I had her,” she assured Negan with a shake of her head, rubbing her hands in over her own shoulders realizing that she was a little cold in the moment.

“Here, let me turn on the fireplace,” Negan motioned her to sit down on the couch while he worked to put the fireplace on after he noticed that she was cold. “Do you want me to make you something for dinner?”

“I’m not all that hungry,” she was honest with him, giving him a weak smile. “After dealing with throw up, it doesn’t really appeal to your hunger all that well. I think Jordyn may have thrown up a little on this shirt.”

“Oh?” Negan breathed out, his eyes gazing upon her after he got the fireplace started. Rubbing his hands off on his pants, Negan started to unbutton the buttons that were on his white, long-sleeved shirt. Pulling it from his body revealed the white tank top that was beneath. Motioning her to stand, Negan held the shirt out for her. “Take it off and I’ll put it in the wash.”

“You don’t have to…” she started only to have Negan give her a firm expression. Doing as she was told, she took a moment before carefully tugging the shirt up over her body. A broken breath escaped Negan’s throat with his eyes lowering to steal a look over her, whether purposeful or not. Licking his lips, Negan motioned her to turn so he could help her put on the shirt he had given her. Once it was up over her arms and shoulders, she started to button up some of the buttons. Handing out the shirt that she was wearing previously, Negan accepted it and then disappeared down one of the hallways. When he started to return, she sighed loudly and shook her head. “I can leave if you want to get some rest. You probably had a long day.”

“I’d really rather you would stay so we can just hang out for a few,” Negan stammered, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he gave her a small shrug. Outstretching his hand, his fingers brushed in over the side of her face and he sighed loudly. “So what the hell happened?”

“Does it look that bad?” she wondered with his fingers grasping tightly to her chin to get her to tip her head back toward the light. Wincing, she realized that it still hurt and Negan frowned. Leading her toward the kitchen, he motioned her to lean back against the counter. Getting something from the fridge, Negan handed her over an icepack and she huffed. “You know, you should have told me that you dumped Maggie through text message.”

“Maggie did that?” Negan blurt out, surprised to hear that Maggie was the culprit in terms of what happened to her face. “Fucking hell. Why did she hit you?”

“Well, she came in furious about you breaking up with her through text and then started fighting with me about everything else,” she hissed out with Negan grabbing the icepack to get a better look at her. After he did, he gently placed it back in place and held onto it for her. There was a frown over his lips and she could tell that he was upset. “After everything she just hit me out of nowhere.”

“Did you hit her back?” Negan inquired, biting down on his bottom lip with a long sigh releasing from his throat. Tipping her head to the side, Y/N motioned him to lower the icepack for a minute. By her reaction, he knew that she didn’t. “You should have at least got one hit in.”

“I fucked around with her boyfriend,” she grabbed the icepack from him and brought it back up to her face to place there. “I feel like the least I deserved was a good right hook. If I would have hit her back, I would have been no better than her.”

“Sometimes you don’t have to take the moral high ground,” Negan suggested, reaching out to brush her hair out of her face. Moving in beside her, Negan folded his arms in front of his chest and exhaled loudly. “So you getting hit is kind of my fault, isn’t it?”

“You didn’t hit me,” she corrected him, reaching out to playfully smack at the center of his chest. Disappointment flooded his features and she could tell that he was actually blaming himself. “Oh, knock it off. Maggie and I would have gotten into a fight at some point. It’s not your fault that I got hit. Don’t take credit for something that you didn’t do.”

Pausing to think about things, she tipped her head from side to side before bringing the ice back up to her face, “Although? I told you in the past that I really didn’t think you should break up with Maggie through text message. It’s kind of a dick move.”

“Yeah, well, I kept thinking about you. About us,” he started, the muscles in his neck flexing as he spoke. “And I realized, I didn’t want to keep holding off on the chance of being with you. With starting something here. I know how you make me feel and Maggie was just going to keep dragging out the inevitable. Breaking up with her through text was the only option I saw. It was the middle of the night and I just knew what I wanted. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me for that. It’s just not the way I would choose to break up with someone,” she responded, her heart skipping a beat at the idea that he broke up with Maggie for the very reasons he just told her. “I can see why I ended up with a broken nose.”

“You really think it’s broken?” he wondered, lifting his hand to place it in over hers. Getting her to lower the ice, he frowned at the discoloration over her face. “I never realized Maggie was capable of this. Fuck. Or everything she has done.”

“Yeah, she’s got layers,” she handed him over the icepack and he dragged his feet across the floor when he went to put it back into the freezer. “Maybe I should leave.”

“Please don’t,” he begged of her, his eyes narrowing as he turned on his heel to face her. “I was thinking about playing a video game. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to and I would really like for us to spend some more time together. Without Maggie, without Daryl. Just the two of us.”

“Yeah okay. I guess I can stay for a few rounds of something,” she announced with a smirk as Negan clapped his hands together. Accepting his hand, she felt her heart skip a beat with how much he lit up at the idea of getting to spend time with her. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

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911, what's your pride?

Week 1: Firsts.

Relationship: Chloe x Gabi

@911whatisyourpride

Gabi was more nervous than she'd ever been in her entire life. Even more nervous than her driver's exam. Her first step into a new life here in LA. She pulled on her skirt once more, touched up her make-up (she was trying something new sue her), did several things that deep down she knew were just her procrastinating.

"You got this Gabi. Remember, you two have great chemistry. She really likes you. If she didn't she wouldn't have said yes." She hyped herself up in the mirror, fussing over her hair again. "Even though she just got out of the hospital a few weeks ago. Am I pressuring her? Oh my god I'm pressuring her aren't I?"

She was spiraling. Again. She tended to do that a lot these days. Even more so than that time when she finally figured out that not everyone looks at the cheerleaders like that. She had an urge to call Chloe. They had been exchanging a lot of texts recently, Gabi trying to remind her about her meds and forgetting like 90% of the time.

Shaking her head, trying to dislodge every negative thought that had embedded itself into her brain, she set down the lipstick that was… yep too much. She had to leave.

Grabbing a tissue, she bit down on it to transfer the excess, before finally leaving.

"BEST OF LUCK GABI." Her roommate and the reason why their neighbors hated them, Jordyn yelled from the kitchen.

"THANKS, BYE." Okay, maybe she also had some part in that.

"GET LAID." That's it, she was gone.

Gabi had called in a uber (even though she had just gotten her license) so getting to the date wasn't too much of a hassle. She still loathed the lack of public transportation in LA but hey, beggars can't be choosers. Her leg kept bouncing, her nerves were too excited. She really, really wanted this to work out. Chloe was, for the lack of a better word, amazing. She had always wanted to become a pianist as a child but her mother had gotten sick when she was in high school. She both worked and graduated but couldn't study any further because her mother's health deteriorated. Even though her mother had passed away, Chloe said she never regretted it.

The cafe was picked out by Chloe who constantly sang praises of the place. She swore by her life that this place made the best coffee she had ever tasted, as well as those adorable tiny little cakes in jars. It did look very homey when Gabi entered. Lots of plants so that was a win in her books.

For a second, she wasn't able to find Chloe despite the small amount of people and she may have had a mini panic attack. What if she realised that she didn't want to do anything with Gabi? WHAT IF SHE WAS HURT? All of worries were swept aside when Chloe waved from her chair.

Gabi got why she didn't recognise her. You know that realisation that the person you asked out on a date when with is way out of your league? Well that's exactly how Gabi felt right now. Gabi was feeling so fucking underdressed right now. Let's be real, Gabi could've been the best dressed here and still couldn't hold a candle to Chloe.

"Chloe, h-hi. I didn't keep you waiting long did I?" She winced. "I'm sorry."

"It's no problem. I just got here, like two minutes ago." She chuckled and Gabi thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard in her life. She could've sworn that time had slowed down when she chuckled and she completely missed Chloe calling out to her.

"I'm sorry?"

"I was asking you to sit."

"Yes. Sit. As one does. On a date." Okay, shut up now. Please.

"Yes, exactly." And she could've sworn that time slowed again-

"So, how have things been?" Chloe stopped her from spacing out again.

"They've- They've been good. I finally got used to the new job. Jane told me 'Nice work' which obviously means a promotion or a bonus is on the table."

"I thought hell would freeze over before she praised you."

Gabi accidentally snorted before covering her mouth with her hand. Why was she like this?

"It has been getting a little chilly recently."

Chloe was right. The coffee and the cakes in this place were amazing. If Gabi wasn't trying to preserve her image, or what was left of it, she would ordered another jar cake in a heartbeat. She really wanted this to work out. They shared stories from their childhood, Chloe's first prom and first kiss on that very same night, Gabi's life back in Brooklyn.

The didn't even realise how fast the time had gone by, a yellow tint scattered in the sky now. And as much as Gabi wanted this evening to last even more, she knew she had to get home. She stared at the cakes on display, debating whether to get one or not. In the end, the urge to impress the goddess in front of her was too much.

"Wait here! Just a sec!" Chloe exclaimed exactly as the two emerged from the cafe. Gabi didn't even get to question why she was in such a rush. Probably just forgot something back inside. Instead she came out, cradling a small white bag. "Something for the road." She passed her the bag.

Curiosity won over and she peeked inside. A small jar, adorned with an adorable sticker. The jar cake. How did she know that Gabi wanted this? Wait. Wait.

"Oh my God, you saw me staring at the cakes?" Gabi's face reddened. She buried her face in her hand, too mortified to show Chloe her face.

"NO. No. Okay maybe just a little." Chloe chuckled and that was the most beautiful sound Gabi had ever heard. Period. Nothing would ever come close. Soon after, the embarrassment subsided and Gabi started laughing with Chloe.

"This was fun." Gabi finally managed to quell her laughter, her stomach throbbing.

"Yes, I really enjo.yed it." Chloe smiled at her.

The stood in front of each other, a newfound awkwardness, one only rivaled by their first meeting. When Chloe leaned forward, giving her a light peck on the cheek. Gabi's entire body burned, her face felt like it was on fire. But Chloe's gentle blush made it all worth it.

Chloe waved her goodbye and start to walk away. Gabi didn't know what came into her but she called out for the woman.

"My Uber's gonna take some time getting here. Maybe we can share."

Chloe turned around, her mouth slightly open in surprise. She nodded towards the bench with a particularly nice view of the place. And with the sunset it was looking extra pretty. Although that wasn't the only reason. Gabi you're a genius.

[ejzah]

A/N: A little fic featuring rare duo of Deeks and Rountree as well as the twins.

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Worth It

Deeks read the last few paragraphs on the lease in front of him, underlining a word or sentence occasionally. When he was done, he straightened the papers and handed them back to Rountree who say across from him.

“So, what do you think?”

“I’d ask about specifics on the sections I marked. They’re a little vague and leaning in the landlords favor for my taste. Otherwise, it looks like a good deal to me,” Deeks told him.

“Awesome. Thanks for looking this over for me,” Rountree said gratefully. “My last lease was a lot less complicated than this one. Of course, the apartment was also a lot less nice too.”

“No problem, man. Anytime I can help a friend from getting into an unfavorable legal agreement, I’m going to do it.”

As he spoke, Sophia ran over from where she’d been playing in the yard. Caleb wasn’t far behind. She held out her clenched fist in his direction.

“Hi. What did you bring me?” he asked pleasantly, but with slight apprehension. Last time Caleb had excitedly offered him a dead wasp.

“Fower,” Sophia informed him, opening her hand to reveal a crushed weed. “Pity?”

“Very pretty. But I, uh, see a little green around your mouth too. You been eating grass again?”

“Eat fower,” Caleb piped up.

“Ah, you’re eating the flowers. Fantastic.” He pulled them in close to his chest, one in each arm. “Flowers and grass are not food.”

“Yucky?” Sophia asked, pulling a soggy, half-chewed leaf out of her mouth. Deeks accepted it with a grimace.

“Yeah, they’re yucky for Sophia’s tummy. Don’t eat, ok?”

“Ok!” Caleb agreed. Then they were off and running again.

“So is it worth it?” Rountree wondered. Deeks turned back to face him, taking a stab at what he was referencing.

“The apartment? It seems like a good deal.”

Rountree laughed. “No, I mean this.” He gestured to the house, the yard, the twins trying to chase around a ball. “Was giving up NCIS worth this?”

“A thousand percent yes,” Deeks said emphatically and without any hesitation.

“You never regret it. Ever.” Rountree said. “Not the sleepless nights, the kids bringing home colds every other week and eating grass, or spending all day in court and then coming home to just as much work. None of that gets to you?”

Deeks smiled softly. He could see where Rountree’s thoughts were coming from, probably fueled in part from his experience taking care of Jordyn. Even if Rountree didn’t regret the part he’d played in her life, it had to weigh on him. That kind of responsibility always did.

“I’ve wanted this so much, Devin. Maybe not when I was your age, but once Kensi and I got together, I started to see the potential for a life that didn’t revolve around my work or the stress of that job.” Deeks explained. He shook his head, trying to place when that shift had happened. He couldn’t anymore. He just knew at some point he wanted a family with Kensi more than just about anything.

“I’m married to the most amazing woman in the world, I get to help people without nearly dying every day, and I’ve got three fantastic kids. That’s everything. It’s worth every sleepless minute and every diaper change. Every moment spent worrying about Rosa becoming a young adult. It’s even worth it when Kensi and I barely get any time to ourselves.” He glanced at the twins, now chasing an unsuspecting butterfly. “It’s worth it.”

“Huh.” Rountree tracked the twins for a few moments. “I wonder when I’ll get to that point.”

“Hey, it’s ok if you don’t,” Deeks said. “Not everyone wants or needs the same things out of life. And maybe you won’t know for five or ten years.”

“Hopefully I get there a little sooner than that,” Rountree said wryly. “You’re a lucky guy, Deeks.”

“Amen, brother.”

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Subject G-5: 'Magpie'

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CWs: living weapon whump, minor whump, whipping, electrocution, stress positions, non-con body modification, lab whump, starvation, controlling whumper, vomit, various other bodily fluids

Subject G-5: 'Magpie'

Maggie sighed, sinking further against the cushions as Diego’s hand massaged preen oil through the feathers on her back and wings, straightening them out and cleaning any debris out of them. After having to suffer through trying to do it herself with her limited human flexibility for the first nine months of her life, having someone else to help her with preening was something she would truly never take for granted. It wasn’t just her wings she had to worry about; the feathers trailed all the way down her spine, coalescing in a small, useless tail at her coccyx. Basically, it was a whole lot of work. At least she was blessed with a preen gland, producing her own preen oil and saving her the struggle of having to find another way to maintain her feathers’ quality, despite the fact that other people tended to find it…offputting. 

Well, Andreas was an asshole anyway, so what did she care about his opinion? Diego didn’t mind, and Hex never knew anything different. They were the only ones that mattered.

Maggie heard the door to Hex’s room open, and she plodded over to them, taking a seat on the couch near Maggie’s feet.

“Hey Diego?” she asked. “Can we get McDonalds for dinner?”

“That depends,” he hummed. The sound instinctively made Maggie relax. “Have you finished your studies for this week yet?”

Despite the fact that she was out of Maggie’s line of sight, she could almost feel Hex’s pout. “Maggie didn’t finish hers last week, but you still bought her chinese food when she asked!”

“Hey, I’ve been busy working at the construction site, making money so we can eat! I don’t always have time to read books,” Maggie complained. “Also, Diego loves me.”

“Actually, last week you skipped out on studying to try and go after Jordyn again, and she kicked your butt so bad she broke three of your ribs.”

“‘Scuse you! I kicked her butt! You weren’t there, you didn’t see!”

“I’ve gotta give that one to Hex, babe,” Diego said. “I did tell you not to go.”

“Whatever. Either way, I sorted it. She won’t be coming after us.”

“Anyway, that’s besides the point,” Hex said. “The point being: is McDonalds on the table tonight?”

“...Actually, I could go for some McDonalds right now, too,” Maggie muttered.

Diego laughed. “Fine. But that’s the last time I’m ordering takeout for the rest of the month!”

Hex protested, and Maggie smiled as the conversation between her sister and her boyfriend continued on above her. A comforting warmth settled in her belly; pride and happiness in herself for succeeding in giving her little sister at least some semblance of a normal childhood. It wasn’t perfect by any means – it couldn’t be, what with the memories of the things they suffered in the facility still plaguing them every day – but like this, Hex at least got a chance. She got to bicker with her sister without getting beaten for it, got to skip out on her studies to play video games like a normal kid. Granted, Maggie herself was still learning just what ‘normal’ was. Despite the difference between their physical ages, she was only four months older than Hex, technically speaking. Having Diego around was certainly helpful, though. Without his help, the two of them would probably still be the naive, bumbling idiots they’d been the day they broke out of the facility.

Maggie closed her eyes, relaxing into the couch and reminiscing on how she got to where she was today.

—

5 MONTHS AFTER WAKING

Magpie sat on the end of her bed, shivering. She didn’t know why. She wasn’t cold, not with her wings wrapped around herself protectively like they were. There was nothing to be scared of in the immediate vicinity. And yet, this horrible, pervasive anxiety just wouldn’t leave her alone.

It had been there since this afternoon, when Father screamed at and hit her for flying over the obstacle course instead of running through it. She didn’t understand why it mattered if she could run well when she had a perfectly good pair of wings on her back to help her fly. It was stupid. Father was stupid. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but something just wasn’t right about this whole situation.

As far back as she could remember, Father had been there, helping her recover after waking up from her supposed ‘accident.’ He was trying to help her become a superhero again, or so he said. Magpie just wasn’t sure that she believed it. If he was trying to help her, why would he turn around and hurt her in the same breath? Why did he want so much control over her, to the point where he refused to let her leave the facility, no matter how much she begged? It just didn’t sit right.

Really though, what was she supposed to do? Her memories were completely gone. She had no knowledge of who she used to be, or how the world worked. She had no choice but to just stick with Father until she learned more. Then, she would make a decision on whether or not to trust him.

She occupied herself by running her fingers through the feathers of her wings, straightening them out. Their softness was reassuring, but it did little to settle the quiver of unease that had sunken all the way down into her bones. 

The door opened, and Father walked in. Magpie instinctively hopped off of her bed, ready to defend herself. 

He studied her, eyeing her up and down, before sighing. “Come in, Hex.”

Someone entered the room behind him. Magpie gasped.

The girl was a lot younger than her, shyly hiding behind Father’s leg. Her short-cropped hair was black, just like Magpie’s, and she shared her tan skin. In fact, the girl was practically identical to her aside from her age and the lack of wings on her back. Who the hell was she?!

Father turned to the young girl. “This is the older sister I was telling you about. Her name is Magpie. You’re going to be staying with her from now on, okay?”

“What is this? What’s going on?” Magpie asked.

Father sighed again. “I’m truly sorry, I should have told you this earlier. Hex here is your younger sister. She was injured in the same accident as you, and only woke up a month ago. Since then, she’s been going through the same rehabilitation program that you did, and is finally well enough to join you properly.”

Magpie had absolutely no memory of a younger sister, but… what else could this girl possibly be? She looked exactly like her. It wasn’t like she had memories of anything else either, to be fair, and from the look on her face, Hex was thinking a similar line of thought.

Father placed a hand on Hex’s back and pushed her further into the room. A spark of protectiveness instinctively rose in Magpie’s chest.

“Get to know each other. Another bed will be brought in shortly.”

With that, Father left. Magpie and Hex stared at each other.

“I didn’t know I had a big sister,” Hex said. Her eyes kept flickering to Magpie’s wings. Magpie smirked.

“Well, I didn’t know I had a little sister, either.” She sat back down on the bed, motioning for Hex to join her. “You don’t remember anything either, huh?”

Hex shook her head, tentatively climbing up next to Magpie. 

“Even if I have no memories of you, it’s nice to finally not be alone. No one else… gets how hard it is, not knowing anything. Y’know?”

Hex hummed in agreement, but she seemed a bit distracted. “Can I… Um… Can I touch your wings?”

Magpie chuckled. “Sure. But be gentle.”

Hex reached out, carefully running her fingers along the feathers. Magpie tried not to shiver. The touch was gentler than anything she’d ever felt from another person before, and honestly, it was starting to get her a little choked up, especially with the cute little smile on Hex’s face as she did it.

There was something on the back of her neck. Magpie frowned.

“Hey, let me see the back of your neck?”

“Hm? Okay.”

Hex shifted a little to allow access. Sure enough, there it was. Starting just below her hairline, there were a bunch of lines making up a weird rectangle, and below that, there was writing.

G-6: ‘HEX’

PROPERTY OF PRECINCT 23

That same old dread settled into Magpie’s gut. Something just wasn’t right. Hex seemed oblivious to it, but somehow Magpie knew. Was she even really her little sister? Or was this just another lie from their ‘Father’?

There was one thing she was certain of, though. Little sister or not, Magpie had to protect her. They were in this situation together, and she wouldn’t let that old man hurt her like he had hurt Magpie. She swore it.

—

9 MONTHS AFTER WAKING

Magpie rolled her shoulders as she walked down the corridor, having finished her combat training for the day. Anxiety broiled in her gut for her upcoming exam tomorrow. It wasn’t that she was scared she would fail – there wasn’t even a chance of that. It was more a general excitement at the prospect of finally being allowed to go outside.

The past few months had been difficult, full of harsh training and harsher punishments, but as soon as Father gave her free access to the outside world, Magpie was gonna grab Hex and make a run for it. Their freedom from this underground hellhole was so close, she could almost taste it.

The thought of Hex made her sigh. The girl was struggling under Father’s ‘tutelage.’ She didn’t have the same distrust of him that Magpie did. She hung on his every word, followed every order to the letter, and the slightest hint of a smile from him was enough to have her practically melting. And yet, her young body just couldn’t live up to the demands being placed on her. He was being a lot gentler with her than he had been with Magpie, but she didn’t doubt it wouldn’t be long until his limited patience ran out.

Honestly, what was he expecting? Magpie was a full-grown woman of 25, but Hex was barely even a teenager! Of course she couldn’t complete all of these crazy, dangerous obstacle courses. If not for her telekinesis power allowing her to block the knives and poles being swung at her, she’d probably already be dead! Magpie herself had had way too many close calls on that course for comfort, and she could literally fly over it if she wanted.

The thought angered her, but she buried it down. Just one more day. One more day, and they could get out of here for good. 

Speaking of Hex’s training, Magpie was pretty sure it was still going on for today. She figured she might as well go and see how her little sister was going before heading back to their room.

A shrill scream and a loud crack echoed through the hallways. Magpie’s heart leapt into her throat. She started running.

He wouldn’t. Surely he wouldn’t. He’d threatened Magpie with it a few times, and only backed down on account of not wanting to damage her wings. Hex didn’t have that protection. But, still. He wouldn’t do that to her, right?

The cracking and shrieking continued, and it became clearer and clearer that, apparently, he would. Magpie was going to kill him.

The sight she saw through the window when she got to Hex’s training course didn’t betray her expectations. 

Hex, shirtless and on her knees. Father standing behind her, whip in hand. A dozen red, bleeding lines criss-crossing Hex’s back as her entire body quaked.

A rage the likes of which she’d never felt before burned in Magpie’s gut. She rushed over to the door, dismayed to find that it was locked.

Fine. It wouldn’t stop her.

She threw her fist against the metal, denting it. A grim satisfaction settled inside of her. Nothing could protect Father from her wrath now.

She punched the edge of the door over and over again, until there was enough space for her to get her fingers in between it and the frame. Ensuring that her grip was sound, she heaved, contracting every fibre of muscle in her arms and literally ripping the sliding metal door out of the wall. Inside, Hex was curled up on the floor, and Father was staring at Magpie like she was the consequences of his actions made manifest. He was scared.

Good.

With a flap of her wings, Magpie was flying towards him, ready to rip him apart. 

Her fist sunk into his side with the force of a wrecking ball, and she felt his ribs crack under her knuckles. The hit sent him flying, slamming into the far wall like a sack of bricks.

Magpie landed on her feet, planting herself between Father and Hex. He wouldn’t hurt them anymore.

Father coughed and gasped, spitting up blood as he tried and failed to get to his feet. “Wh… what… Wh-what’s the meaning of this?! How dare you raise a hand against me!”

“You stay away from us!” Magpie yelled. “Come near Hex again, and I’ll kill you!”

Father finally managed to drag himself up, clutching his side. He scowled. “You’ve always been a precocious one, Five. I see I’ve been far too gentle with you. It’s fine, you’ll learn obedience in time. Here’s your first lesson!”

He threw his hand up and Magpie screamed, suddenly overcome with an impossible pain coursing throughout her entire body, pinpointed in the back of her neck. She collapsed as her knees gave out, writhing on the ground in unknowable agony. Darkness flashed across her vision. She heaved, her body curling in on itself and forcing her lunch back out of her mouth. This was it. She was going to die. Her body couldn’t take it. Hex was going to be all alone with that monster, and there was nothing she could do.

With that one last thought, everything went black and Magpie died.

—

TWO DAYS LATER

If only she’d actually died back then. It would have been a mercy. If she’d died, she wouldn’t be stuck on her knees, with her arms wrenched and twisted behind her back, chained to the wall tight enough that she couldn’t move at all without searing pain. If she’d died, she wouldn’t have been stuck in this exact position for an unknowable amount of time, muscles burning constantly, stomach aching with hunger, thirst quenched by only the most meagre amount of water that would keep her alive, soiling herself over and over with no way to stop it. Passing out was her only consolation, but even then, she never stayed asleep for long. It was stupid of her to think she’d had it bad before. This was true hell.

Magpie closed her eyes, trying not to cry. She couldn’t afford to waste hydration like that. Her only hope was that Hex had been spared. She would put up with this forever if it meant that her little sister was safe.

The door opened, bright light spilling out from the hallway and blinding Magpie after so many hours in the dark. It was probably Father, come to torment her again. She braced herself for another verbal lashing or boot to the jaw.

“Maggie?”

If Magpie had the energy to, she would have gasped.

“H… H-Hex…? Is… Is that… you?” she rasped out.

The figure haloed in light stepped closer. Sure enough, it was Hex, her little sister, looking down at her in horror.

“Oh god, Maggie. Did… Did Father do this to you?”

“What are you doing here?” Magpie croaked, ignoring the question. “If Father finds you, he’ll hurt you again.”

“He’s not here right now. He and a bunch of the scientists left. I’m gonna save you, okay?”

The thought made a lump rise in Magpie’s throat. Her bottom lip quivered. “H- Hex…”

The young girl wasted no more time, rushing to the shackles binding Magpie’s arms and legs. They came undone all at once and she collapsed to the floor, relief flooding her tattered muscles. Magpie couldn’t help it; she started sobbing.

“It’s okay now, Maggie,” Hex said, kneeling at her side and gently massaging the base of her wings. “It’s all gonna be okay. We’re gonna get out of here tonight, just like you talked about.”

“I’m sorry… I c-couldn’t protect you… I’m so sorry, Hex.”

Hex’s voice cracked. “It- it’s alright. It’s not your fault, Maggie.”

Magpie let out a sigh, her body deflating. “I like it when you call me that. B-better than Magpie.”

“Then that’s what I’ll call you from now on, okay?”

Maggie nodded. She sniffled, summing up the energy to speak. “How much time do we have?”

“A little. The hallways are pretty empty right now, so I should be able to get us back to our room without any trouble. We’ll have a bit of time to prepare, but then we have to move. Do… Do you think you’ll be okay? Will you be able to fight?”

“I will be,” Maggie said. “No matter what, I will be. I’ll always fight for you, Hex.”

“Not alone, you won’t. I’ll fight, too. Like you said, we’re in this together. To the end.”

“To the end.”

—

Maggie laid in bed, enjoying her last few moments of rest before everything went down. Hex ended up carrying her down the hallway with telekinesis, and thankfully they didn’t run into anyone on the way. She’d had a shower – or, more accurately, Hex had showered her – gotten a change of clothes, and was now ready to fight for their freedom.

Okay, maybe ‘fight’ was a bit of an exaggeration for her current state. Shakily hobble toward their freedom, more like.

As much as she didn’t want to move at all for the next month, the promise of the outside world was invigorating, and it gave her the strength to sit up.

“Feeling okay to go?” Hex asked.

Maggie sucked in a breath to steel herself and nodded. “I don’t know if I can walk too fast on my own, but together, we should be able to make it.”

Hex nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Maggie dragged herself off of the bed and pretty much flopped over Hex, who wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her as they walked out of their room and into the halls. The pain in her shaking limbs was almost overwhelming, but with Hex’s support, she could manage. She had to.

Maybe it was the fact that it was the middle of the night, or maybe it was because of what Hex said earlier, but the corridors were practically deserted, and they met no resistance as they slowly hobbled their way to the ‘elevator’ that Father was always leaving from. Now, Maggie didn’t really know what an elevator was, but she was sure gonna try and figure it out.

“Um… what do we do now?” Hex asked once they’d stepped inside the small room.

Maggie stared at the row of buttons on the wall.

“Uh, I dunno.”

Hex shrugged and pressed the bottom one, seemingly at random. Well, it was as good a plan as they could possibly have, given the circumstances.

The doors closed, and both of them yelped as the floor started moving. Okay. This was fine. Father travelled on this every day, so Maggie wasn’t gonna let it get the best of her.

After a few seconds, the doors opened again, and the world outside had changed. Instead of bright corridors, the room on the other side was dim, lit up only by dozens of… windows? That wasn't exactly what they looked like, but it was the closest approximation Maggie could guess, considering that she could see different parts of the facility through them. There was a chair in front of the windows, with someone sitting in it. Thankfully, it looked like they were asleep.

Was this the right way? It was worth a look around, at least.

Focusing all of their stealth training, Magpie and Hex tiptoed out of the elevator, sneaking towards the door on the opposite wall. Thankfully, whoever was posted up in the chair was out cold, so they were able to reach the door and get through without the person noticing anything awry.

The room on the other side was… weird. It was just as dimly lit as the previous room, only this time the light source was the large green cylinder next to the door. The walls were lined with other cylinders, but these ones were all made of metal, whereas the glowing green one seemed to be made of glass. Inside the cylinder was a small… something. Honestly, Maggie couldn't really tell what it was. It was tiny, and vaguely person shaped, but that was where her deductions ended.

A forgotten memory suddenly flashed through her mind. She remembered this green stuff. She remembered being submerged in it, floating in the warmth.

The realisation washed over her like ice water. This was it, wasn't it? This was where she came from. There was no ‘before’ the facility. This room was where she and Hex were… created.

Her heart lurched in her chest. They… they were never actually born, just… grown in a tube. No wonder Hex looked exactly like her. Screw ‘sister,’ they were probably the same damn person. And from the looks of things, the tiny speck floating in the green was probably the next little sister to come. What the hell did Father want with them that he would go as far as to create people?!

“There was never an accident, was there?” Hex asked. “This was where we came from.”

Maggie sighed, trying not to let the idea overwhelm her. “Looks like it.”

“B-but… what does that mean for us?”

She scowled. “It means nothing. It doesn't matter where we came from, because we're here now. We exist, we're people, and we're not gonna let Father push us around anymore just because he created us.”

Hex took a shallow breath and nodded. It looked like she was about to cry, but she held it back. “Right.”

Maggie wanted to hug her, but she wasn’t sure she had the strength. Instead, she looked at the little rectangle next to the cylinder. There was writing on it.

SUBJECT G-7: ‘JORDYN’

STATUS: NORMAL

She sighed. “Good luck, Jordyn. You're gonna need it.”

“I think we went the wrong way,” Hex said. “We shouldn't stay here.”

“Agreed. Let's go.”

They turned and exited back the way they came, into the room with all the windows and the sleeping person. They were going to just cross through back into the elevator when something on one of the windows caught Maggie's eye. She stopped walking.

“What is it?” Hex whispered.

“That window has writing on it. It says our numbers.”

“So?”

“Any information could be helpful, Hex. We know literally nothing about the outside world, or honestly, ourselves. It's worth it.”

“What if the guy wakes up?”

“I'll take him out.”

Hex bit her lip, hesitating, but ultimately, she nodded. “Okay.”

The two of them silently crept over to the wall of windows, focusing on the one at the bottom. The person in the chair – who they could see now was a man – didn’t react. Sure enough, the window displayed both of the numbers Maggie and Hex had on the back of their necks. They started to read.

Subject G-5

Power already manifesting in early development stage. Subject has a pair of wings growing from her back. Whether or not they will actually allow for flight remains to be seen. Named ‘Magpie.’

(I will not allow a subject with a purely cosmetic power to waste my time. Is there any way to ensure that her wings will work? - Andreas)

(With a little bit of genetic engineering, we can give her super-dense muscles for some added strength. It’s not a guarantee, but it should help! - George)

(Do it. - Andreas)

Maggie rubbed her bicep absent-mindedly. She thought she was this strong from her own merit, but it was just Father – or ‘Andreas,’ if she had to guess which one was him – tampering with her even more. The idea made her feel sick. She kept reading.

Post-birth, everything is falling into expected parameters. Habilitation to continue.

Subject has a particularly rebellious personality, and is not very receptive to orders or Andreas’ explanation of why she is missing her memories. Programming may have failed to set in properly for whatever reason. Continuing to study.

Subject appears to have become quite attached to G-6 post introduction, and vice versa. Whether or not this is a good or bad thing for the program remains to be seen.

Subject excelling at locomotive and combat training. Subject’s aggressive personality, while difficult to control at times, is proving very effective in battle. Expected to pass exam with ease.

Subject interrupted one of G-6’s punishments, assaulting Andreas and threatening him. Her protectiveness of G-6 has proven to be a liability. No solution to this has been found as of yet. Correction chip was effective in subduing subject. Punishment to be carried out.

‘Correction chip?’ That was what knocked her out back then? Maggie shuddered. Just how much had Andreas tinkered with her and Hex’s bodies?

That was where her entry ended, and Hex’s entry began. She continued on.

Subject G-6

Subject was pulled out of formation tank early due to unexpected complications that would have otherwise resulted in her death. As a result, her body and brain were not fully formed, leaving her in a child-like state. Estimated physical age to be around 12 years old. Termination was considered, but subject displayed a strong telekinetic power that could effectively make up for her underdeveloped body. Named ‘Hex.’ Proceeding with habilitation.

(Well, this throws a wrench into things. How are we going to explain this to G-5? - George)

(Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. - Andreas)

Upon introduction, subject bonded with G-5. Cohabitation seems as though it will be successful. Continuing habilitation and beginning locomotive training soon.

Subject is struggling with locomotive training due to development issues, but seems determined to continue. Programming seems to have settled in well.

Locomotive performance has plateaued at an unsatisfying result. Punishments to ensue if the subject shows no more progress.

That was the end of Hex’s notes. The last one made Maggie want to punch the window, but she held herself back. What kind of a monster would resort to… to doing what Maggie had witnessed, just because a child wasn’t doing good enough?!

“Maggie, your wings!” Hex whisper-yelled.

“Ngh?”

It was too late. In Maggie’s anger, she’d failed to notice that her wings had puffed up, getting ready to extend so she could fly. In doing so, they’d bumped into the guy in the chair and woke him up. The two stared at each other.

He started scrambling. “H-Hey! What-”

Hex’s eyes widened, and the man was suddenly flung across the room, slamming into the far wall hard enough for Maggie to hear an audible crack. For a second, she thought he might have died, but he was still squirming around. She could use this.

Maggie let go of Hex and limped over to the man, gingerly kneeling down and grabbing him by the lapels. 

“Wh-what…? M… Magpie?”

“How do we get out of here?” she demanded. “Tell me, or I’m gonna start breaking things.”

“I… I don’t… what?”

From the look of it, he probably had a pretty bad concussion. Maggie sighed and tried again, speaking slower.

“How. Do. We. Get. Out. Of. Here?”

It finally seemed to click for the guy. About a hundred different emotions flickered across his face; most of them some variation of fear.

“Y-you… You can’t.”

Maggie snarled. “Why not?!”

“Th-they’ll find you. No matter where you go. They’ll track your chips and bring you back.”

“Chips? Like the correction chip?”

His eyes widened. “How do you…”

Maggie remembered when Andreas used it on her. She remembered exactly where the pain came from; where it was the most intense. “They’re in the backs of our necks, aren’t they?”

The man glanced from side to side, like he was trying to come up with a lie. “I…”

Whatever. That was good enough. They could figure out the elevator on their own. Maggie finished the guy off with the strongest jab to the face she could muster in her weakened state.

“What do we do now?” Hex asked as Maggie limped back over.

“We’ve got to get these chips out. They’re in the backs of our necks. If we don’t get rid of them, Andreas will be able to find us no matter how far we run.”

Hex grimaced. “This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

“Yep. But that’s what we’ve trained for.”

—

With the help of a first aid kit and a shard of glass from a broken cup, Maggie and Hex cut the back of each other’s necks open, and managed to fish out the horrible chip. There was a lot of whimpering, crying, and shouting involved, but they got through it in the end, stitching each other up just as they were trained for. Maggie felt sick having to hurt Hex like that, but it was the only way for them to truly be safe from Andreas once they got out. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to ensure that man never got his hands on them ever again.

Maggie wiped her eyes and sighed, trying to ignore the stinging pain in the back of her neck. “Are you ready to go?”

Hex nodded, her bottom lip still quivering. “Yeah.”

They stumbled over to the elevator, holding onto each other for support. Maggie eyed the buttons on the wall wearily. Nothing to it but luck, she supposed. She pressed the one at the top and the elevator started moving again.

“We’ve got this,” she whispered in Hex’s ear. “We’re gonna be okay. No one’s gonna lay a finger on us anymore.”

Hex’s nose crinkled, but a smile played at her lips. “Your breath smells bad.”

Maggie snorted out a laugh. “Gimme a break. I haven’t brushed my teeth in two days. You’re just lucky we had time for me to shower, or I’d probably still reek of urine.”

Hex chuckled. “Yeah. I didn’t wanna say anything when I found you, but wow, you didn’t smell good.”

“Aren’t I lucky to have such a caring little sister.” Maggie grinned.

The elevator reached its destination and the doors opened, revealing a room neither of them had ever seen before. It was wide and open, with a carpeted floor and several chairs sitting against the walls. Maggie couldn’t ascertain what its purpose was. On the far end of the room from the elevator, the wall was made entirely of glass, and a dim, cool light was drifting in from the other side. There was a door in the glass. It called to her; an odd tug in her gut urging her towards it. Somehow she knew; this was the way to the outside world. They were free.

She charged forward, filled with renewed strength, and slammed the door open. Cold air slammed into them right back.

There was a man in her way. His eyes widened at the sight of her face, then he looked to Hex and they widened even further. He wasn’t one of the familiar faces from the facility. This guy was just… a regular person. Huh.

Maggie wrapped her arms around Hex, flapped her wings, and finally took proper flight for the first time in her life. Cold wind rushed in her hair and through her feathers. Hex shrieked in delight from the thrill. The world stretched out below her and the sky opened up above her, little pinpricks of light twinkling in her eyes as freedom filled her lungs. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

—

ONE WEEK LATER

If there was one thing Maggie had learned about the outside world in the brief week since they’d escaped, it was that the outside world was nothing like what she and Hex were used to. There were no more steadily provided meals, no convenient clothing that was always cleaned when they needed it, no directions or schedule or order. It was just her and her little sister against the world.

Hex’s stomach rumbled loud enough for Maggie to hear it. Maggie clenched her fists against the guilt that washed over her. She was supposed to be taking care of her, but she was failing miserably. She could barely even take care of herself. Hex was being so good about it, not complaining, always staying strong, but they couldn’t keep going like this. They were losing weight. Every night they almost froze to death, huddled up together wherever they could find even a modicum of shelter. What little food they could find was few and far between; pitiful scraps scavenged from bins or off the floor. Maggie had broken into a building to get them some new clothes the night they escaped, but it wasn’t going to last. She just had no idea how the outside world worked, frankly. Not for the first time, she wondered if escaping was a bad idea after all. 

Not everything was hopeless, though. Maggie had an idea that might help them get a little bit more to eat. She’d been doing her best to study up on what life was like out here; watching people from the shadows, reading whatever ‘newspapers’ she could get her hands on, and she reckoned she might have stumbled onto something promising.

A little ways away from their little hideout, there was a big plot of empty land, and every day, a bunch of guys would show up and start putting something together. A new building, if she had to guess. The way Maggie figured, if she could help the guys out a little bit, they might be inclined to help her out, too. A proper meal, some new clothes, maybe even a comfortable place to rest their heads. It was worth a shot, at least.

So, one day, Maggie and Hex donned their sunglasses – the best way they could figure to hide their identities, lest Andreas hear something and come looking – and made their way over to the yard.

The men were hard at work when they got there, each buried in their own task. Maggie walked up and, summing all of her courage, called out to them.

“Uh, e- excuse me!”

A few of the men stopped what they were doing and looked their way, before glancing to one man in particular. He stood up from where he was crouched near a steadily growing brick wall and raised a hand to the others. They got back to work, and the man walked over to the two of them.

“Hi, can I help you?” he asked, taking off his own sunglasses and wiping the sweat from under the weird hat he and the rest of them were wearing. His tan skin was speckled with pockmarks, and a dark, full stubble had taken up most of his jaw. He was quite handsome, actually. Maggie’s stomach fluttered a little as he looked her up and down, glancing at her wings, though that also could have been from hunger.

“Yes, u-um, actually, I was wondering if I could help you.” Maggie clenched her fists, letting out an awkward laugh. This felt weird. “I, uh, I’m pretty strong. I could lift some things, i-if you need. Hex here has telekinesis, too, so… Um, she could also help.”

The man frowned. “You want… a job?”

Maggie didn’t know what that word meant, but she nodded. “If that’s what it takes to get some food, then yes.”

There was a pause as the man analysed her. “You guys are in some trouble, aren’t you?”

“Please,” Hex suddenly blurted out. “We’re… we’re just hungry. If there’s anything we can do to earn some food, please. Let us help.”

The man bit his lip, glancing to the side. After a few seconds, he looked back at Maggie. “Alright, I’ll tell you what. I can’t let you guys work on the site for… well, for obvious reasons, but if you come with me, I can get you two something to eat, and we can sit down and talk this through. The company I work for is owned by the Heroes’ Union, so we should be able to work something out and get you guys some help. Sound good?”

Half of that meant literally nothing to Maggie, but at this point, she would take anything. She nodded.

“Alright,” the man said, holding out his hand. “The name’s Diego, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

—

Back in the present, Maggie smiled at the memory of her and Diego’s first meeting as she pulled her shirt back on and struggled to get her wings through the holes. It had been almost two years since then, and Maggie felt lucky for that chance encounter every single day.

Diego had taken them back to this very apartment, gave them their first warm meal in over a week, let them shower, gave them a change of clothes and heard them out; every last detail of their fucked-up story. At the time, Maggie hadn’t known how much to omit, so she just told him everything. If he’d been anyone else, that could have ended terribly for them, but thankfully, they’d run into one of the few genuinely good people in this city. He was the only one that knew the whole truth; that Maggie and Hex were nothing more than unwilling body doubles for a woman that died five years ago; that Andreas de Vygon was playing God below the precinct, creating life and forcing it to do his bidding; that Seven wasn’t just a superhero working for the police, but the next body double down the line. As far as any of his bosses knew, Diego had just taken in some powered people in need of help, and provided him the resources to do so. If not for his generosity, Maggie was sure she and Hex would have died on the streets, clueless and alone.

Not wanting to be a burden, Maggie once again begged Diego to let her work at the construction site, and finally, he acquiesced, promising to teach her how things worked. These days, it was what she spent most of her time doing, saving the company money by using her wings to do the high-up work that anyone else would need safety equipment for. It was hard work for sure, but it was rewarding, knowing that she was helping earn to support herself and her sister.

It was about a year after they started living together that this… thing that had been dancing between them finally caught alight. Maggie’d had time to learn about the world, about people, about relationships and how things worked. She’d seen them on TV, read about them in books, figured out how to determine the good from the bad by scouring the internet, and finally, made her move on Diego. They’d been sharing a few drinks after Hex went to bed, watching a movie together on the couch, and Maggie just went for it, grabbing his face and kissing him then and there when the moment presented itself.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she was just pent up from literally never receiving sexual touch from another person in her life, but things progressed very quickly from there and they took it straight to the bedroom. Safe to say, it was a night she would never forget.

They had a proper conversation about it the morning after, where Diego admitted that he’d felt the same way for a while, but wasn’t comfortable making a move considering that, for a lot of their relationship up to that point, Maggie was entirely dependent on him, and considering how little she knew about… anything, the dynamic would have been a little weird. But now that she’d started working, now that she had her own money and a half-decent understanding of the world, and now that he knew she was actually super interested in him, too, he figured they could give this thing a shot. And the rest was history.

Jordyn’s appearance on the streets had scared her. She knew it was only a matter of time before she came after their fragile peace, smashing through their glass walls and leaving Maggie and Hex nothing more than a bad memory in Andreas’ mind, splattered across Diego’s floor. That tiny speck that once floated in the green had grown into a monster, and Maggie had no choice but to get ahead of it.

To that end, and much to Diego’s protest, Maggie had gone hunting. What she needed was equipment. Weaponry that could stand up to a killer of Maggie’s own calibre. Sure, Maggie’d had more time to build her muscles, and she was undoubtedly one of the strongest people alive already, thanks to Andreas’ tinkering, but Jordyn had the backing of the entire police force behind her. Maggie needed to be smart.

So, she slaughtered two SWAT officers and stole their guns. Then she used that sniper rifle to shoot Jordyn down. Only, she underestimated the strength of her armour, and only succeeded in pissing Andreas off. For a month, she laid low, hiding out in the apartment and waiting for things to cool off. And once they did, she tried again.

Jordyn was no pushover, though, and gave her a real run for her money. Maggie got her down though. Got her down, and was seconds away from pulling the trigger and ending it, when that pathetic, terrified look on her face made Maggie freeze. 

Did she make the right choice in letting her little sister live? Who could say. The only thing to do was move forward, and take every day as it came. Maggie and Hex were alive, and they were free, and that was the only thing that truly mattered.

“Maggie?”

“Hm?” She blinked, returning to her body. Hex had been calling to her. “What’s up?”

“We were trying to ask what you wanted from McDonalds. Get lost in your head again?”

Maggie smiled. “Yeah. Thinkin’ about stuff.”

“Well, you’d better hurry up and order, birdie, or I’ll get you a 20 pack of chicken nuggets again,” Diego joked.

Maggie let out a mock gasp. “You wouldn’t dare! Making me eat my own kin; shame on you!”

Diego laughed, and Maggie basked in the sound. It was times like these that it felt like everything would turn out alright after all.

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wahoo bird lady backstory!!!

i do really love maggie as a character, but in truth, she doesn't actually get all that much screentime in the current outline of the plot. granted, that outline is in the literal haziest terms imaginable, so that's open to change lol. or maybe i'll write a maggie spinoff once this is done

only 2 more chapters until the end of this arc! next up, we reconvene with Steve and see the results of his little investigation hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe (evil but cute laugh)

thanks for reading! let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog! It's v appreciated :> Ciao!

[itsjordynlol]

Jordyn's Mod Masterlist

I often get asked what mods I use in my game! Below is a comprehensive list of my mods.

Last updated: 1/10/2025. Added Faster Toddler Training and Toddlers Can Sit on Sims' Laps

NRASS MODS

Absolutely essential mods that help the game run smoother and gives you more agency over the world.

NRaas ErrorTrap: Catches and corrects data corruption errors.

NRaas MasterController: Adds options that allow you to control and change things about sims in your town.

NRaas MasterController Cheats: Includes more advanced features for MasterController.

NRaas Mover: Removes "greater than eight" and "requires adult" restrictions in "Edit Town" and the Phone and Computer "Move" interactions and adds a new "Move" window.

NRaas Overwatch: Periodically cleans up errors and junk that accumulate over a play session.

NRaas Porter: Adds a custom version of the import and export system used to create library families. It makes it possible to transfer sims while preserving relationships.

NRaas Portrait Panel: Adds portrait panels for households greater than eight.

NRaas Story Progression: Overrides EA story progression with a better system.

NRaas Woohooer: Alters game romance systems and allows for teen pregnancy and risky woohoo.

"FIX" MODS

These mods make small tweaks to the game that improve performance and fixes annoying things.

bluegenjutsu Sit on more comfy objects: Fixes routing issues when sims choose places to sit. Requires a Sims Asylum account.

Lazy Dutchess Smooth Patch: Alters game processing speed to improve overall performance.

No camera fade on sims: Gets rid of the weird camera fade that happens when you zoom in close to your sim.

OhRudi Sims need less space: Sims now need half the space for all interactions, which improves routing.

Twoftmama Route Fix: Reduces the amount of time your sims stand around picking their nose. Requires a Sims Asylum Account.

Arro No "Mod Scripts Found": Hides the mod script popup when you load up the game.

marydehoyos Reduce/Remove Lag Caused by Houseboats: Corrects lag in Isla Paradiso caused by houseboats.

GAMEPLAY MODS

These mods add new interactions.

Twinsimming Growing Pains: Inspired by the phases in The Sims 4: Parenthood.

TSS Sims can hand over babies and toddlers: Adds a basic interaction for sims to pass babies and toddlers over to other sims.

TSS More baby interactions: Adds more interactions for babies.

TSS Functional baby carrier: Adds a baby carrier to the game.

Buzzler Moar Interactions: Adds new interactions to the game that are new or altered EA interactions.

Twoftmama Faster Toddler Training: Allows you to teach your toddlers to walk, talk, and potty in a third of the normal time.

TheSweet Simmer Toddlers Can Sit on Sims' Laps: Allows toddlers to sit on adult sims' laps.

CAS AND DEFAULT REPLACEMENT MODS

Default replacements for Sims and other alterations to CAS.

Criisolate Pure CAS Lighting: Changes lighting in CAS.

Baby sleeper footies: Puts babies in a cute footie outfit instead of the default burrito wrap.

Slamyy Eyelash Mesh Terminator: Removes default EA eyelashes.

SClub Eyelashes: Eyelashes available in CAS makeup. Requires eyelash terminator.

Little Wisps: Gives babies hair.

BrntWaffles Baby Soft Skin: Skin default replacement for babies.

BrntWaffles Yumedust eyes: Eye default replacement.

Cyo cute feet for infants and toddlers: Makes baby feet cuter.

Neiuro Mango Smoothie Skin: Skin default replacement.

Nectar Cellar Beards: Replaces EA beards.

Simple Life Brows: Replaces EA brows.

Nectar Cellar CAS background: Custom CAS background.

Sim Bouquet Thumbnail Camera Edits: Makes changes to Sim portraits.

BrntWaffles Lighting Mods: Changes the default EA lighting.

MISCELLANEOUS MODS

I don't know where to put these!

justmiha97 Clean UI: Replaces the default UI with a nice white overlay.

I use reshade to improve the visual quality of my game. I don't understand it very well so I highly recommend this tutorial by acottonsock!

[lilghostiequinni]

Together

Main Masterlist OBX Masterlist JJ & Rafe Masterlist

Pairing: Thorton!female oc x Rafe Cameron x JJ Maybank

Warnings: Violence, Fighting, Alludes to smut

Description: Her brother's best friend and the best friend of her brother's enemy, what could possibly go wrong?

Requested: NO / yes

Jordyn sat on the porch of her house watching as his brother tried to explain why his boat had sunk in the first place to their mother, Jordyn had told her brother that his boat was bobbing in the water when she woke up this morning to watch the water.

Now, she watches as her brother stutters to explain that the sinking of his boat was actually not his fault.

Their mother walked back into the house as Topper stayed on the porch.

"It was the Heyward kid," Her brother mutters to himself.

"Don't do anything more stupid that'll get you in more trouble," Jordyn says to her brother as she sees the wheels of disaster spinning in Topper's head.

Topper just nods, not at all paying attention to his little sister.

"Can I ride with you to the movie tonight?" Jordyn asks; her brother doesn't answer, clearly not paying attention.

Jordyn rolls her eyes and goes into the house, leaving her brother alone to his thoughts.

About an hour later, there's a knock at the front door, and Jordyn, who's in the living room, goes to open it.

On the other side stands Rafe Cameron.

"Where's your brother?" Rafe asks, looking at Jordyn a little longer than she should.

"Where he's been for the last hour," Jordyn deadpans him.

"Okay, what do want for you to tell me?" Rafe asks, knowing the drill; you want something from Jordyn; you have to give her something in return.

"A ride to that movie thing tonight," Jordyn says as she opens the door wider.

But just as Rafe goes to step inside she quickly closes the door so he can't get in, "Fine."

Jordyn smiles and opens the door even wider than before and lets Rafe in.

"He's on the porch, let him know I'll be back in a couple hours," Jordyn says as she grabs her keys and goes to walk out the door.

"Where are you going?" Rafe questions, stopping just before the end of the foyer.

"None of your business," and with that, Jordyn is out the door and making her way across the island.

Jordyn made her way to the Wreck, but she didn't go in.

She waited for maybe 5 minutes before hands were in front of her eyes from behind, "You'll never guess."

"Hmmm... Rafe?" Jordyn says jokingly.

"I'm offended you think I'm that prick," the voice says as Jordyn turns around to see her secret boyfriend, well, one of them.

Jordyn chuckles, "So, which one of you sunk my brother's boat?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," JJ says in an innocent voice.

"Sure, well, he's out for blood, just letting you know. Pretty sure he's roping Rafe in as we speak," Jordyn tells the blonde.

JJ nods at her statement, "So, I know about Rafe. Did he question why you left the house?"

"Yeah, but I just left after telling him it wasn't something he needed to know," Jordyn starts. "If he thinks it's okay to say that we mean nothing when he's the one that started it. He doesn't need to know."

JJ again nods at what she told him as the two make their way to Heywards.

"I love you, but I do have to go. See you tonight?" Jordyn says as she sees her brother up the road, though she's sure he hasn't seen her.

"Yeah," JJ says, quickly kissing her cheek before she walks to her brother's vehicle.

"Hey," Jordyn says as she stands in front of the driver's window.

"Get in, let's go, god," Topper says to his sister.

Jordyn chuckles as she walks around the front of her brother's car.

That night, Jordyn got a ride to an outdoor movie night with Rafe, her brother, and Kelce.

She rode up front, next to Rafe, as she was the first one in the car, while her brother and Kelce came with Rafe, walking out of the Thorton residence.

Topper tried to get her to get out of the passenger seat, but Rafe told him it wasn't even worth it to fight over.

It was enough to make Topper stap and just get in the back.

When they got there, Jordyn looked and saw JJ, giving him a small wave before turning her attention back to her brother and his friends.

"Rafe, can I borrow some money?" Jordyn asks Rafe, knowing her brother wouldn't give her any, saying that she's 18 and didn't bring her own.

"Yeah, I'll come with," Rafe says as he leads the girl away from the group toward the concessions.

"Why are you waving to that blonde pogue?" Rafe mutters angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Rafe. Are you okay?" Jordyn asks the older teen looking at him in confusion.

Rafe just rolls his eyes, he'll get answers, maybe not from her, but he will get one from him.

Later that night, Jordyn realizes that Kelce, Topper, and Rafe have disappeared. She looks to where she had seen JJ and sees both him and Pope not there, and Kiara realizes that they haven't returned.

Jordyn goes to Kiara, who looks rather annoyed that she's come up to her, "Have you seen my brother or his friends?"

"No, have you seen JJ or Pope?" Kiara asks, putting her annoyance aside for just a second.

"No, but I don't know. My brother was planning something," Jordyn says.

There's a moment of silence, and then both of their eyes go wide as the two look around and hear something from behind the screen. Going there to find Kelce and Topper beating up Pope and Rafe fighting with JJ.

Jordyn goes to Rafe as Kie goes to Pope.

"Stop," Jordyn begs Rafe, which doesn't work.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Kie trying to do something to the screen and goes over to help her.

The two manage to get the lighter started and set fire to the screen, making the boys break apart.

Jordyn watches as Rafe tells JJ something before going over to her and pulling her with him as her brother and Kelce leave, going to the car and Kie tends to JJ and Pope.

Jordyn had snuck out of the house and made her way to Tanny Hill, per Rafe's request and just walked in when she got there, knowing that Rose and Ward had taken Wheezie away for the night.

When she makes it to the living room, she finds JJ sitting across from Rafe.

Rafe looks angry, and JJ looks rather calm for being in Tanny Hill.

"Sit, Darling, we need to talk," Rafe says as he stands, grabbing her and beckoning JJ to follow.

They make their way upstairs to Rafe's room.

JJ sits on Rafe's bed as Rafe continues to stand and points for Jordyn to sit in his desk chair as he brings it closer to his bed.

Jordyn swallows and goes to sit.

Not ten minutes later, she's in JJ's lap as he attacks her neck with Rafe standing in front of the both of them, kissing Jordyn with such hunger that it's almost as if he wants to devour her.

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In my humble opinion somewhere on YouTube would be and Actors on Actors video by Variety with Y/N Jackman and Lin-Manuel Miranda and they be like:

"Hey mysterious stranger who surely doesn't know what I made for yesterday's dinner.

Hello unknown woman who absolutely didn't go to my wedding"

it wouldn't be the most viral one, but it would be the episode with the most quality

it’s giving colman domingo and kieran culkin 😌

there’s this story that dave grohl told on a talk show that his wife jordyn texted paul mccartney’s wife to invite them for dinner and after dinner when they’re leaving paul spots a piano and next thing you know he’s teaching dave grohl’s daughter how to play piano

why do i bring this up? because that’s something that would happen whenever lin manuel miranda gets invited to the jackman house for dinner

olivia gets her first piano lesson from lin and only plays piano when he visits and i just imagine lin asking y/n so casually about olivia’s piano skills

“yeah she’s still waiting for you to teach her how to play the ending of chiquitita by abba”

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

We did one for Mme.Bustier and Marinette, so let’s do one for Mr.Damocles and what’s the worst thing he done to the science kids?

Marc

Did absolutely NOTHING when he was getting relentlessly bullied, despite the piles of evidence because the douchebag was rich

He only caved when Penny and Alyssa threatened him with some of Alyssa’s connections back in Greece

Aurore

Keeps dropping subtle hints to mention DuPont on the show, and it’s really starting to piss her off

He also cut funding for the journalism club,

Mireille

Usual celebrity kid treatment and keeps implying that she should have Alex make a generous donation to the school

Got on her case for beating some some guy for groping her, even when multiple students and teachers backed her up

Cosette

Compares them to their brother and sister any time they get called into his office, and asks only questions about Yvette and Jordyn whenever they cross paths

Told her to start covering up her vitiligo since it made some students “uncomfortable.”

Zoé

He keeps calling her Chloé, and it’s starting to piss her off

Hindering her learning experience by telling teachers not to give her homework and to mark all her tests as correct

Simon

Despite him having permission from Mme. Mendeleieve, Damocles listened to a bunch of rich kids who hated that Simon could be on his electronics during class, and confiscated him

Then the same same rich kids accused Simon of having a drug problem when he started fidgeting because he couldn’t use his phone or tablet, and police were called in to raid his locker in front of everyone

Denise

Used them as an example when a dress code was implemented after some douchbag lifted up a girl’s skirt. Basically said, “You young ladies could learn a thing or two from Mlle. Cabello.”

They were utterly humiliated. Not only were they singled out, but felt as though their gender identity was just invalidated in front of everyone

Ismael

Listened to some rich douchebag student about not letting him use the men’s bathroom anymore, so naturally, Ismael threw coffee in his face and called him a “Money-loving bitch.”

Everyone who protested on Ismael’s behalf was immediately suspended

Reshma

Keeps implying that it would benefit the school if her parents made a hefty donation. Every. Damn. Time.

He’s started bribing her with all sorts of gifts, and now her parents are very concerned

Lacey

Confiscated her climbing equipment from her locker (Which she uses in the event of an Akuma in the school, by the way) and accused her of breaking into the school multiple times despite a lack of evidence

Harassed her as The Owl for breaking into DuPont, which she never did, and she cringed so hard, her face broke in several places

Jean:

Damocles cut funding for the drama department to fund his Owl shit, and he shut down any student protests

When Jean went online about it, he was immediately suspended for two weeks

[gayforzachreino]

it’s thinking about the mountport junior air cadets hours

enjoy >:]

cloud nine

jordyn: hey dahl did you tell theodora she looks pretty today

alexander: Yeah dahlia did you tell your girlfriend she looks nice yet?

dahlia: ack i haven’t seen her yet!! is she going to be mad?? 😥

gwen: lmao dont worry dahl they’re just messing with u

jordyn: shut UP gwen don’t reveal our plansssss

dahlia: jordyn i expect this from you but alex?? man i thought we had an alliance!! have you forgotten our bond is forged in the fires of the summer backpacking trip? 😢

alexander: …No comment

gwen: children 🫵

jordyn: hey gwen. you turned seventeen literally yesterday you can’t be talking

alexander: Yeah gwen you’re not even the oldest one here by the way where the fuck is JJ

dahlia: i hope he didn’t get lost.. mrs. calleri sent him to get a box from the attic and you know he’s bad with directions 🗺️

alexander: Dahlia your emoji use concerns me but yeah he might be lost in the attic

amara: I left for fifteen minutes. What the fuck did i miss?

gwen: jj is lost in the attic and dahlia is ignoring her girlfriend

dahlia: hey!! i’m not ignoring her!! she hasn’t gotten to homeroom yet i don’t know where she is so obviously i haven’t talked to her yet but i’m sure she looks very pretty today and i’ll tell her when she shows up!!

amara: By the way. Dahlia, when did you and Theodora become a thing?? You call her your girlfriend but she still seems like she’s pining from afar or some shit like that.

dahlia: um

dahlia: well

dahlia: bye! i have to go! the teacher is uh taking attendance? yeah gotta go byeee!

gwen: huh?

jordyn: don’t even ask

hi if you read all this i hope you enjoyed my insanity

[13starz-x-jordyn]

Hi! Im Jordyn/Jo!

My pronouns are she/they. I identify as a lesbian and have a beautiful girlfriend!!!

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I am a minor so pls don’t ask for money/ naughty things!!<3

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my special interests are…

- heartstopper

- young royals

- agatha all along

- greys anatomy

- drawing

- writing

- poetry

- pjo (thank you to my gf!!)

- omar rudberg

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Some things I Advocate for

- black lives matter

- lgbtqia+ rights

- uterus rights

- women’s rights

- free palestine

- freedom of religion

- mental health awareness

- social justice

and so much more!!

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this is a safe space!!! feel free to share/ ask things to me or the comments! <3