#shut up jordyn

[druggeddraccus]

i wish i was getting my tattoo sooner lol i’m so excited

it’ll have the framework and she’s gonna do something different with the tree i think so it’s not super busy. and for the shading i guess is what you’d call it—she has this really cool dot work?? like the shading is a bunch of dots and it looks so cool—i’ve seen her instagram of them

i’m just so excited to see her turn this into a fucking awesome tattoo

edit: tattoo was finished may 2023

[zickmonkey]

I'm being forced to change mental health workers

[thetiredassistant]

Go kiss Orion. Go kiss Orion. Go. Go. Go. Go. Do it you coward.

Go on anon and suggest someone for my muse to kiss, and see their reaction!

no.

[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.

[jennartegaswife]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 !

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 → 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐆𝐢𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬 ❧ 𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡; 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐆𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐲𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱,! 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Tara my love ♥

You coming to the Halloween party

Seen: 8:20

My world 💕

Yeah I can't wait is Sam coming to?

Seen: 8:21

Tara my love ♥

You know sam doesn't like things like this after all what happened in woodsboro I still I have to carry around pepper spray.

Seen 8:21

My world 💕

Oh yeah, ha ! But also I'm right behind you

Seen: 8:23

Tara my love ♥

Wdym?

Tara was still looking down at her phone before you tapped her shoulder she was startled a bit but soon smiled once she realized it was you.

"Omg ! You scared Me babe" you shrugged and pulled her in for a kiss a deep one at that her lips felt soft on yours. You just wish you could kiss them forever.

"Ewww get a room !" You smiled hearing how grossed put Mindy was. You rolled your eyes as You continued walking with the group into the frat house it was alot of people smoking and drinking.

You also wondered it Jordyn made it. But right now all you wanted to do was keep your focus on your girlfriend who was right underneath you.

"Tara no drinking alot tonight alright your sister wants me to keep a close eye on you she figures you'll listen to me other then her" you didn't mind keeping an eye on your girlfriend even if she won't listen to you.

"Okay I'll think about it" you scoffed as she walks away with anika in to the crowd of people. You were now alone.

"Hey y/n I didn't know you were gonna be here !" Jordyn your bestfriend from when you were little kids she looked different like she had been working on herself after the break-up with her ex.

"Oh yeah Tara wanted me to come and I couldn't just say no to her" Jordyn nodded as she handed you a cup with tequila in it you weren't much of a drinker period but it was a party and you didn't want to seem like a total lover.

You quickly but surely took the cup as you threw your head back and drank it your throat burned from the clear liquid as if it was acid you were drinking but better.

"Want some more?" Jordyn got closer towards you as she rubbed your arm you really didn't think much of it of course just like an innocent friend making sure you were okay.

"No um I don't really drink, but I should check on Tara-" before you could Jordyn had stopped you in your tracks.

"Hold on dance with my I'm sure Tara wouldn't mind it !" Jordyn grabbed your hand as she pulled you to the dance floor she sat her cup down as she began dancing with you her hands wrapped around your neck and your faces inches away.

You weren't sure how you felt at this point and you definitely wasn't drunk Jordyn on the other hand wanted ro kiss you really badly to the point that she smiled lovingly at you as she leaned in.

"Woah Jordyn what are you doing you know I have a girlfriend I don't see you in that way-" what you also didn't know is that Tara was watching from afar she abruptly stomped over to you both.

" let's go now !" Tara seemed angry. Until she snapped when Jordyn tried to speak to her.

" You touch her again I won't hesitate to fucking brutally stab you !" Tara walked away without looking back seeing Tara angry made you turned on without hesitation. Tara pushed you into a empty room and locked the door behind her.

"Look Tara she came on to me i-" Tara shushed you causing you to shut up immediately you knew when Tara was mad. She was always slightly calm.

"On your fucking knees now" you did as she said as Tara walked over towards you. You watched as she desperately removed her pants exposing her pretty blue panties. That she swiftly took off.

"You better make your mouth useful" you liked your lips. As you pressed your tongue against her clit Tara threw her head back at the intense pressure you were giving her.

Your tounge and lips sucked and licked whatever you could get on your tounge you hummed at the loving taste of your girlfriend you gripped Tara's thigh your nose hitting her clit with each lick you gave.

"Fuck yes right there !" Legs shaking with pure bliss Tara no longer couldn't contain her loud moans from the great pleasure she received from your tounge.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum baby" You desperately wanted her to you loved when Tara would you use her like her own personal fuck doll.

The black haired girl let put piercing moan, as her orgasm hit her like a wave went through her body you used your tounge to help her through heretical moment.

"Take off your pants and lay on the bed for me" standing up you did as you were told you removed your pants along with your boxers leaving them spread out on the floor your cock slapped to your stomach.

"Good girl" Tara crawled stopping at your legs she gripped your cock in her warm hand she looked at your throbbing aching swollen red tip with sparkly eyes. She yearned for you to touch her but she knew she couldn't let you just yet.

"Please Tara touch me" Tara evil smile flashed she knew you were so desperate for her she'll give you want you want alright.

Tara's tounge flicked and licked around your tip getting it nice and wet she salty taste of your pre-cum hitting her tounge.

You moaned loving the feeling of her tounge. But you wanted more you yearned for her to fuck you and use you to her liking.

Tara looked at your pleading face she, you watched as she lined her wet pussy with your tip before slowly sinking down.

"Y/n you in there?" You heard Jordyn call out Tara looked at you before she decided ro bounce roughly onto your cock her tight pussy clenching around you.

Tara moaned loudly nothing but the sound of skin filled the room you didn't care if she heard you. You loved the filling of your girlfriend using you so much.

"Fuck baby I'm so close please" your hands gripped her sides squeezing them Tara moans more louder then before she gripped your biceps as she bounced even more her hair fell messy. Her breath hitched in her throat your hands squeezing her breasts.

"Fuck ! I'M CUMMING !" Tara's legs shook as you both calmed down for the intense pleasures you both received.

"You should be jealous more often"

[artzychic27]

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

[ihavenolife346]

Don’t Forget Me PT.2

Pairing: 1998/2002 James Hetfield x f!reader

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, and crying

Characters: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Jason Newstead, Lars Ulrich, Francesca Hetfield, Y/N

Summary: James never meant to fall in love with a woman who wasn’t his wife. They fell in love…but knew they couldn’t be together as long as they wanted too.

Requested: Yes, one of my friends asked me to write a second part so here you are babes:>

Link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/

“Hi pretty girl.” His voice rang through her ears. Even though it was 3:18 in the morning in France, Y/N was wide awake now.

She could never mistake his voice…she never could. “J-James.” Y/N, shot up from her bed. It’s been 4 years since she had left…4 years since he told her his wife was pregnant. Y/N honestly never did expect to receive a call from him ever again. Though that never meant she stopped thinking about him. Somehow, no matter where she was, who she was talking to, who she was working for, he always lingered back into her mind.

Y/N heard James let out a loud sigh, “god you have no idea how happy I am to hear you.” Y/N found herself lightly giggling at his expression. As happy as she found herself being that he called, she was still wondering why he was. As bad as Y/N felt about it, she was hoping he was calling because it wasn’t working with Francesca anymore. But if he was just calling cause he needed a friend, she was ok with that too.

“Yea…it’s really good to hear you too James. What’s wrong?” Y/N could tell he was bothered by something. Even after 4 years, she could still read him like a book.

“Can I not call you cause I miss you?” James slightly teased, visibly relaxing at the sound of the small giggle she let out.

“You know what I mean James.” Y/N tried her best to sound serious, unable to contain the fact that she was really happy to hear from him. Y/N remembered exactly what she wrote in the letter she left him. She was being serious when she told him if things didn’t work out, or if he ever just needed a friend.

James remembered just how stubborn she was. When she had a question, she never stopped still she got the answer. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said in your letter.” James’s voice was hardly above a whisper.

Y/N softly smiled. That sentence gave her what she mainly wanting to know. “And?” Y/N pushed on.

James took a pause for a second. “Things haven’t been going good for a long time…” James knew he should feel guilty about giving up on his marriage, but he didn’t, he knew it wouldn’t work, and he tired, so he didn’t feel guilty.

Y/N knew it was wrong, but she felt happy the second he said that. “I’m sorry to hear that James.” Y/N tried to sound understanding.

James immediately started busting up laughing, “we both know you aren’t.” James wasn’t even offended.

Y/N started laughing as well, “can’t blame a girl for trying to make it seem so.” Y/N heard Dave groan next to her. Every tour, they always shared a room when Jordyn wasn’t touring with them.

“Shut the hell up Y/N.” Dave grumbled, throwing one of his pillows over to her bed in attempt to hit her.

Y/N grumbled, “one second James.” Y/N didn’t even let James respond before she took the phone away from her ear. “Shut the hell up Dave, you’re fine.” Y/N snapped back playfully, earning the finger from her friend before he turned back around to go back to sleep.

James felt his heart stop when he heard a man’s voice in the background. Was Y/N seeing someone? Was she is the same bed as another man? “Hey, sorry. Dave decided to be annoying.” Y/N snickered.

“It’s ok…who’s Dave…?” James asked hesitantly, not wanting to come off as jealous. It’s been 4 years, he wouldn’t blame her if she had found someone else.

Y/N knew his tone, that was the tone he used whenever something was bothering him or when he was jealous. Y/N lightly giggled at the fact that he was bothered by it. “Oh Dave? Just the guy I work for. Dave Grohl.” Y/N giggled at how jealous James sounded.

“Oh shit,I forgot you were working with them, still are I take it?” The name immediately clicked in James’s head.

“Yea! I have been since I left.” Y/N shrugged. She had grown quite close with the Foo Fighters members over the past few years.

“Y/N….! You know I love you, but please shut the actual hell up please.” Dave groaned, almost fully awake now.

“Fine…” Y/N sighed. “I’m sorry, I really have to go.” Y/N really didn’t want to hang up, but she knew she had stuff to do in the morning.

James sighed, “yea, yea, that’s perfectly fine. Call me back whenever you can.” As much as he didn’t want her to go, he knew it was late for her, and that she had things to do in the morning.

Y/N didn’t want to hang up, “Can you call me again 3:00ish your time? See ya rockstar.” Y/N sighed.

“Yea, yea I will. Bye pretty girl.” James felt a small appear on his face. It felt so good to hear her voice again.

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“Soooooooooooo.” Dave came up behind Y/N, making her almost choke on her sandwich.

“D-dude!” Y/N choked, slightly jumping. “You scared the shit out of me!” Y/N playfully slapped the guitarist.

“You gonna tell me who you were talking to last night?” Dave blew off her other comments, a grin on his face.

“How’d I know this was coming.” Y/N giggled.

“Well you woke me up at like 4:00 in the morning, so yes, yes it was coming.” Dave hand a snarky grin on his face. “Welllllllllllll?” Dave drew out his question.

Y/N knew she had no way out of this. “God damn you…fine.” Y/N grumbled, watching Dave grin from ear to ear. “So…you know that I guy I told you about from San Francisco?” Y/N started, getting a nod from Dave.

“Yea, the guy you were with but ended things cause his wife was pregnant.” Dave remembered the story word for word.

“Well I got a call from him last night…” Y/N hadn’t taken their conversation out of her mind ever since she woke up.

“Based on how much yapping you did, I’m going to guess it went well?” Dave teased.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, “yeaaaaaa, he wants to see me again.” Y/N sounded like a little girl with her first crush.

“How much time do you need off?” Dave didn’t even bother asking to already know what she was wanting.

“Oh no, it’s ok, I can just tell him that I can go see him at the end of the tour.” Y/N didn’t want to miss any pay she could get.

“Payed leave, you never take vacations, you deserve it. And I can tell you wanna see him. How long do you need off?” Dave remembered the stories she told him about who she claimed to be the love of her life, he remembered laughing his ass off when he found out it was James Hetfield.

“Maybe a week and a half?” Y/N knew she wouldn’t win this.

“I’ll put you in for two weeks.” Dave got up to get back to rehearsal for tonight’s show.

Y/N knew he would t let her talk him out of 2 weeks, “thank you Dave!!” Y/N couldn’t wait to get James’s call tonight.

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Right on time, the phone rang, making Y/N practically run to pick it up. “Hi!” Y/N spoke the second she picked up the phone.

“You sound happy.” James smiled.

“I am…” Y/N trialed, “quick question.” Y/N added.

“What’s up?” James wondered. He wasn’t too worried about the guys getting mad that he was on the phone, when he told them what happened the night before they were all perfectly fine with him calling.

“Can you pick me up from the airport ok Friday?” Y/N grinned. She found everything she needed, flights, hotel, all she needed to know was if he could pick her up or if she needed a car.

“Wait, you’re coming on Friday??” James wanted to make sure he heard her right. Him and Francesca were already sleeping on separate beds, he could always get a hotel for a few nights to see Y/N and to get away from her.

“Dave gave me two weeks off, wanted to make sure everything was cool with you before I booked it.” Y/N couldn’t get the smile off her face.

James didn’t even have to think about it, “yes! Yes! Book it. Do you need money?” James hadn’t felt this excited in years.

“Ok! I’ll book it, I’ll be in San Francisco Friday afternoon at like 2:00 I think. And no, I don’t need any money.” Y/N giggled. She remembered how he always liked to make sure she was taken care of with whatever it was.

“Ok! Let me know the flight details and when you land then.” James felt like a little kid on Christmas.

“Yea, yea, I will! Ok well…I’ll see you Friday!” Y/N couldn’t believe she could say that now. She was seeing him again. “Oh! What’s your cell number? My phones weird overseas, doesn’t show me your number. Just so I can text over the flight info.” Y/N asked.

“Oh yea, of course. It’s *** *** ****.” James hadn’t wiped a smile off his face ever since she picked up the phone.

Writing down the numbers, “ok! Well I’ll text that over to you once I get booked, and I’ll text you sometime tomorrow. I have a busy morning.” Y/N once again didn’t wanna go, but she knew she had too.

“I’ll let you go then. I bet it’s late. Um…I can’t wait to see you.” James still hadn’t processed that Y/N was going to be with him in not even 3 days now.

“I can’t wait to see you too James. I’ll text ya tomorrow.” Y/N grinned.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.” James had never wanted Friday to come faster in his life than now.

[bamber344]

Mindfuck

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Alright so y'all remember how i mentioned last chapter this story would include smutty stuff? yeah that starts here lol.

we're back to jordyn's POV! it hasn't been that long but i still missed my girl :) Btw if this chapter reads a little bit like an anatomy textbook, please know that was intentional. Jordyn knows her anatomy but she doesn't have any other frame of reference for stuff so when it comes down to it she's gonna use the anatomical terms lol

anyway i hope you all find the title as funny as i did when i came up with it. Enjoy!

CWs: sexual content, masturbation, existential crises, minor cosmic horror, hallucinations, seizures, minor medical whump, eldritch whump ig? man tagging for cws is hard

Mindfuck

Wind whipped through my hair as I looked out at the sunset over the bay. Salt stung my nose and the breeze made goosebumps spread over my bare arms, but between the relaxing sound of the waves, the breathtaking sparkle of sunlight across the water, and the warmth of the woman standing next to me, there was no place I’d rather be. Anxiety churned in my gut as I thought about what I was about to do. The odds of her saying no were miniscule, but still. It was nerve-wracking nonetheless.

“Maddie?” I asked in a voice similar to mine, but not quite the same.

“Hm?” The woman next to me looked over with a questioning glance. It was the one Father told me to stay away from. She looked younger, though. Her hair was longer, tied into a ponytail over her shoulder. Madeline.

I took a deep breath and turned to her, reaching into my pocket. Madeline’s eyes widened as I got down on one knee and pulled out the box, opening it to reveal the ring inside. This was it. The moment of truth.

“Madeline Holmes, will you marry me?”

For a long moment, everything was silent. Madeline stared down at me, eyes wide as dinner plates and mouth hanging open. Then, she started laughing. Dread seeped through my body.

“Oh, man. What are the odds, huh?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a box of her own. Inside was another ring; inset with a sparkling red jewel. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

The dread crumbled to dust and pure elation took its place. I leapt up and wrapped my arms around Madeline’s neck, laughter bubbling up from within me. Madeline picked me up and spun me around, holding me close. I couldn’t believe my luck. It was actually happening!

We stopped spinning and I settled back on the ground, still holding on to Madeline’s neck. She smiled, bending down until our foreheads were touching.

“How could I ever say no to you?”

She leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine, and I knew everything would turn out alright. 

—

Her tongue streaked across my neck and I shivered, a moan escaping from my throat. Light from the full moon streamed in from the window, illuminating the scene of our bodies tangled together in the bedsheets. I could do nothing but hold on for dear life as Madeline’s fingers traced down my belly, through my pubic hair, and slipped between the folds of my outer labia. The sensation was instant and intense, especially when combined with the softness of her mouth on my throat.

Her touch travelled down to my vaginal opening, rubbing teasingly over the outside of the hole before moving back up, sliding two fingers on either side of my clitoris and squeezing, very gently. I jerked, letting out a gasp. Madeline smiled against my skin.

“So sensitive…”

“Sh- shut up… Like you weren’t a wh-whiny mess when I fingered you.”

Madeline paused and leaned up on an elbow. The moonlight framing her face made her look ethereal. She grinned.

“Well, if you’re gonna be like that I guess I’ll-”

She began pulling her hand away. Immediately, I squeezed my legs shut and grabbed her wrist, trapping it there. 

“If you stop now I swear to god I’ll set your hair on fire.”

Madeline laughed. Her gaze held so much love that it was hard to breathe. “If you say so.”

She leaned back down and her lips touched mine again, her tongue sneaking into my mouth. I groaned, shifting my hips up as her fingers started moving again.

Things became a blur after that point. Between the intoxicating feeling of Madeline’s body on top of mine and the unimaginable pleasure she was conjuring between my legs, the finer details started to seem unimportant. Something was building at the base of my spine, and it seemed like Madeline could sense it. The movements of her fingers became focused; pumping in and out at a steadier rhythm, pressing and sliding in all the right places to make me squirm and keen.

Madeline’s teeth sunk into the skin of my neck, and a jolt of pleasurable pain shot through my system. That was what did it. That incredible thing that was building finally reached its peak and spilled over, sending waves of electricity through my body. Heat flushed under my skin and I cried out as all of my muscles tensed up from the sheer ecstasy coursing inside of me. It was amazing. It was the best thing I’d ever felt. It-

—

I opened my eyes, doused in cold sweat and breathing heavily. The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim light above the mirror. I must have forgotten to turn it off before going to sleep. The hum of the ventilation system rang loud in my ears. My head was throbbing, and my entire body tingled with the remnants of the dream, coalescing in the same spot that dream-Madeline had been touching, right between my legs. What the hell just happened?

Overcome with curiosity, I reached down, slipping my hand under the waistband of my pants. Something cold, wet, and slimy had coated the inside of my thighs and drenched my underwear. I frowned, probing further. 

“Oh!”

Wow, I was sensitive right now. But… just like the dream, it felt good. Obviously, I’d touched my own genitals before, but it never felt like this. My entire vulva had become slick with fluid, and my clitoris had become erect; a hard, sensitive nub peeking out from under the hood, throbbing in time with my heart beat. Maybe… Maybe I could replicate the feeling from the dream? I swallowed, nerves filling my throat, and put two fingers to it just like Madeline did.

Too much! That was way too much pressure. I was on the right track, but I needed to be more careful. I tried again, much softer this time.

That was it. My muscles relaxed and I let out a sigh as I gently circled my fingers around my clitoris. Everything around me melted away until all that remained was the pleasure between my legs and the memories of that dream in my head; the images fueling my movements. It was all too easy to imagine that I was back in the dream, and that Madeline was the one touching me instead of my own hand. I didn’t even know the woman, but something about it just felt right; like things were settling in where they were meant to be.

The woman in my mind sank her fingers lower and I followed, tracing around the edge of my vaginal opening. In the dream, Madeline’s fingers had slipped in with ease, but I was nervous. I’d never done this before, which meant I needed to be careful. I didn’t want it to turn out like the first time I tried to eat solid food; choking because I was too eager and didn’t chew enough. 

Slowly, I slid one finger past the entrance, biting my lip at the feeling of my inner walls parting for it. Once I got it about as deep as I felt comfortable with, I experimented with thrusting it in and out.

“Ngh!”

Wow, that was good. My body craved more; heat spreading under my skin and making me sweat. I swallowed my fear and gently added another finger in. The stretch of my hole burned slightly, but for some reason that made it even better. I shifted over onto my side, curling my body and finally pulling my pants off to allow myself more leeway with my movements, and really got into it.

“O-oh, g-g-god…”

It was incredible. The palm of my hand sat directly on top of my clitoris, providing delicious pressure and friction as I pumped my fingers in and out. I could barely stifle the noises escaping from my throat as every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through me. Drool dripped from my open mouth onto my pillow, but I couldn’t find it within myself to care.

It was building again, just like in the dream, only so much more intense. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused, straining my wrist to move harder and faster to reach that amazing peak again. The rise felt like it would never end, but every time my muscles began to tire, another spike of pleasure would shoot through me and motivate me to keep pushing. Compared to my usual training, this was practically a cakewalk.

Finally, it came. I bit the pillow to stifle my cry as my entire body seized and spasmed, my walls clenching around my still-pumping fingers and my thighs tensing up to an almost painful degree. Warm liquid gushed against my hand, spilling down onto my sheets. It was at least twenty seconds of pure bliss as my vision flickered black and shadows writhed up and down the walls.

I laid there for a good minute afterwards, not moving, just catching my breath and reflecting on what had just happened. I seriously needed to remember how to do that, because wow. I was almost disappointed I hadn’t figured it out earlier. I gently pulled my fingers out, wincing at the slight overstimulation. Unsurprisingly, they were covered in a transparent, viscous fluid that stringed together when I pulled my fingers apart. It smelled tangy. 

Curiosity overcame my common sense, and I tentatively gave my fingers a lick. The taste wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. In fact, it was kind of good. Sweet but a little tart. Maybe if I’d been more lost in the heat of the moment, I would have just finished what I’d just started, but now that it was all said and done, I would rather just wash my hands off in the sink.

As I put my pants back on and got up, my mind started to wander. Where did that dream come from? Most of the time, my dreams were nonsensical mish-mashes of things I’d seen throughout the day, disappearing from my mind not long after waking up. It wasn’t uncommon for me to see people I know, especially Father, but something about what I just saw felt… different. 

For one, it actually made internal sense. It wasn’t just a slideshow of random events and images; it was a consistent storyline that followed a linear narrative. First, I was at the bay with Madeline, and I asked her to marry me. (Could two girls even get married? I’d heard about it between a man and a woman from people in the facility as well as Father, but no one had mentioned two people of the same gender getting married before. I couldn’t see why it wouldn’t be possible, though. I supposed I would just have to ask Father about it at some point.) Then, it was later at night, and I was with Madeline in bed, and all of that happened.

Another weird thing was how different Madeline looked from how I remembered her appearing during the day. In the dream, her hair was long instead of shaved and shaggy, and her face had a certain roundness to it that it currently lacked, making her appear younger. Usually, in my dreams, people just showed up how I remembered them looking in real life. It just didn’t make sense.

It was when I was washing my hands in the sink that the thought occurred to me. What if it wasn’t just a dream? What if… What if I’d finally remembered something?

For as far back as I could remember; from the moment I woke up and coughed the green out of my lungs, my past had been a blank slate. Father said I lost my memories when I was hurt, and beyond that I never really questioned it. I never wondered who I used to be before waking up in the facility, because it never really felt like it mattered. I was right where I was meant to be, so who cared what I’d done with my life before that? Only now, it seemed like something had finally come back; a lingering vestige of an interaction I had at some point with Madeline. But… What did that mean? 

Father always wanted what was best for me, right? He knew what was best for me, and he was always guiding me towards that target, even if it hurt sometimes. But, if that was the case, then how did Madeline fit in? He ordered me to stay away from her. Especially her, over all of the other Union heroes. According to the dream/memory/whatever, though, I’d been close with her at some point. Close enough to ask her to marry me, even. Did something happen between us that Father was trying to protect me from? It was all so damn confusing!

I looked up at the girl in the mirror. I saw her shaved head, the sallow tan of her skin, the dark holes of her black irises and the bags beneath her eyes. I saw the scar cutting across her cheek and onto her nose. That scar was from a training accident. That, and most of the rest of them. There wasn’t a single scar on my body that I couldn’t remember getting. Where were the remnants of the injury that supposedly changed my life forever? What about injuries before that? Was whatever Father used to heal me so strong that it literally erased all of my scars? If that was the case, why had I been forced to bear the remnants of my pain all this time when Father could just heal them away? 

I gripped the cold porcelain of the sink, staring hard into the mirror. What was real? Was what I saw really a memory, or was it just some hyper-realistic dream? Why was my body so damn inconsistent? Why couldn’t I remember anything from my past? Why was Father keeping me away from people who might know me? Who…

“Who am I?” I muttered to the girl in the reflection, anxiety clawing at my throat. “Who are you? Are we… Jordyn? Seven? Someone else? I… I- I don’t know…”

Pain shot through my head like someone driving a knife into my temple. Cold fingers of sensation rippled across my brain. Something warm dripped from my nose, and some primal thing inside of me shrank away in fear. I got the horrible feeling that I was being watched. I could feel the eyes all around me, looking in. My entire being screamed in alarm at the threat of a predator; the ancient prey instinct inside of me thrashing uselessly against its bonds. A petrifying self-awareness settled over me, and I knew – I could feel that some powerful, terrifying presence was observing not just me, but the very thoughts inside my head. 

I felt those cold fingers pry into my mind, digging through my memories and throwing images of my life up before my eyes. The pain was immense; overwhelming. My knees buckled out from under me. My ears popped, and more warm liquid dribbled from them. I could feel my skull cracking as my brain expanded, pushing against the boundaries of its container. The pressure at the back of my eyes was building. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my head was going to explode.

Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped. The pain and the screaming and the vivid memories all ceased to exist in an instant, replaced by the cold tile floor and the hum of the ventilation system. I blinked, trying to process what had just happened as I slowly climbed back to my feet.

There was a girl in the mirror.

She looked like me. Almost identical, even. She had the same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth. Only, her skin was a little darker, unmarked by my training accident scar, and her hair was long; tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed in a costume not too dissimilar to the ones I’d seen Madeline and Vivienne wearing; a skin-tight black patterned material, with red highlights. There was a hole in her chest.

She looked panicked, confused. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a threat, until she found me. We stared at each other for a long moment. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. I grabbed the sink, leaning forward. She reached out to me, but her hand stopped when it reached the mirror.

“Are… Are you me?” I asked.

—

I opened my eyes.

The girl had disappeared, along with the mirror and the rest of my room. I recognised the ceiling above me as the one in the medbay. There was an oxygen mask over my mouth, and a heart monitor beeped along rhythmically in the corner. My head was throbbing again, and my throat stung like I’d swallowed a handful of nails. Everything ached.

Father sat at my bedside, leaning over with his eyes closed, mouth hidden behind his steepled hands. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. Mr. Sadler stood at the far wall behind him, facing a computer screen.

“Fa… Father…” I coughed.

His eyes shot open and he stood up, bending over me. He looked genuinely worried, which was an expression I didn’t think I’d ever seen on his face before.

“Jordyn! Are you alright? I thought we might have lost you.”

I groaned, realising just how sore I was as more of my body came back online. It felt like I’d been in a fight, and lost badly. “What… What happened?”

He frowned, sitting back down. “You had a seizure. We’re… not entirely sure, but it seems like the Godling might have psychically attacked you. What do you remember?”

I thought back, trying to recall. Everything had become a little hazy. “I… I got out of bed to wash my hands, and then… looked in the mirror, I think? I don’t know…”

Father sighed, rubbing his face. He mumbled something under his breath, but all I could make out was “turn the camera off for ten goddamn minutes…”

“What does… psychically attacked mean?” I asked, my voice croaking weakly.

“You remember what I told you about the Godling? That Its presence is what causes monsters to form so frequently here? Well, it’s not too uncommon for It to deliberately target Its influence at some of the city’s inhabitants, as well. It entertains Itself by peering at their memories and showing them visions of things they desire, often causing great damage to whoever was unlucky enough to be Its target. You’re lucky that we keep an eye on your vitals, or we might not have noticed anything was wrong until it was too late.”

“Speaking of which,” Mr. Sadler chimed in, “Your readings are looking normal now that you’ve stabilised, so there shouldn’t be any permanent damage to worry about. You should still take it easy for a day or two, though.”

Father frowned again. He turned to Mr. Sadler. “It won’t be good for our numbers if she disappears so soon after her deployment. What limits are we talking about here?”

Mr. Sadler looked uneasy. “I… I guess it would be fine if she went out, but she’ll probably be a little unsteady. It might affect her performance if anything big happens.”

Father thought about it. He nodded. “That’s acceptable.”

I zoned out as Father and Mr. Sadler continued their discussion, staring at the ceiling. The memories of what I’d seen standing in front of the mirror were already fading, but the question that had sprung up in my mind still sat right where I’d left it, eating at my thoughts like a parasite.

“Who am I?” I muttered to no one in particular.

Father and Mr. Sadler shared a look. Father leaned closer to me.

“You are Jordyn de Vygon. You are my daughter, and a superhero. That is all you need to worry about.”

The assurance was like a soothing balm on my soul. I was Father’s daughter, and a superhero, and I didn’t need to worry or think about anything else. I closed my eyes and relaxed, a smile spreading across my face.

The question was still there, of course. It hadn’t gone away; I still didn’t know a thing about my past, and my curiosity hadn’t been entirely silenced. But… It was just so easy to forget about all of that when Father reminded me of what was important. Maybe it was just a weird dream after all? If the Godling had been taking an interest in me, then perhaps that was all it was. Why look deeper when an answer sat right in front of me?

Because it’s not the truth.

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Jordyn is so real for fingerblasting herself into oblivion and then immediately having an existential crisis in front of the mirror. She's so me.

anyway not gonna lie i did not expect the last part, it kinda came out of nowhere but i'm happy it happened tbh.

will probably take a bit of a break before the next chapter. I wanted to finish all of these chapters taking place roughly at the same time quickly, but i've been neglecting my book a bit so i wanna work on that for a while. probably won't be longer than a few weeks.

thanks for reading! lemme know what you thought and if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! byeeee!

[poor-impulsecontrol]

crows are pretty! did you know that a group of crows is called a murder? if you were going to murder somebody, how would you do it?

do you think you’d get caught? what is the least ethical kind of trap for “pests”? (mice, flies, foxes, etcetera..)

no good topics, fuck!- shit, oops—

uh!! let’s see… do you have any hobbies? what brings you peace , other than alcohol? i like to skate because I had to put a lotta effort and time into it, that the itchy scratchy yucky thoughts didn’t really have much time to sit and simmer!

do you like music? do you write music? what’s your favorite song? what is the best pair of headphones you’ve ever had? noise cancelling headphones are great. I just blast my music and get to ignore everybody who tries to talk to me without looking like a dick because i ‘cant hear them’!!!

it’s a great tactic. only used around annoying people, considering i like to talk. I talk a lot. and- and of course I’m excited to talk to you! you seem super duper cool and silly and nice!!! i think- i think that what happened to you hurt you, and - and people are scared to interact with the injured..

but I’m not! im not afraid . there’s no reason to be! because — even if you are mean, dogs bite when they’re just scared- ya - ya know?

oops.

- please don’t drink too much, i care about you,, 🐜🐜🐜🐜

i did know that a group of crows is called a murder. that's cool as fuck.

legally speaking, i've already murdered someone. or assisted murdering someone. though, they counted it as manslaughter. same thing. long story. not getting into it.

if i was gonna murder someone, it would be jigsaw. don't know exactly how, but i'd make that sadistic sack of shit suffer.

uh, i don't know about the trap thing. i don't kill pests, i just let them chill in my house. i have about five spiders living behind my tv at the moment. never gotten any mice or rats or foxes, though. maybe one day. but then i would probably have to use traps. i'm just gonna hope it doesn’t get to that point.

not much else gives me peace other than alcohol. drugs, i guess. but—that's not exactly an option right now. or ever again. sometimes, i smoke weed if i can get my hands on it, but i've sworn off the other stuff. that's what led to jigsaw paying me a little visit. i guess, jordyn. my, like, only friend. only thing to keep living for. cats give me peace too, i guess. or any animal. i like stroking their soft fur. skating sounds good, i used to skate as a kid. until my mom broke my skateboard in the middle of a screaming match.

i do like music. who doesn’t like music? i've tried writing music but it all sucks absolute dick, and not in the good way, and it's too emo for another living human being to see. my favourite song? uh, probably...poor impulse control by jack off jill. or pay for it by msi. i've been listening to a lot of deftones recently, though. i don't know about the best pair of headphones, i just grab whatever's cheapest. i had these cute ones as a teen though, all decorated with stickers and signatures from my friends. but, yeah, any headphones that shut off my thoughts are good enough for me.

you're really weird and you ramble a lot. but, like, in a good way. weird is good. to me, at least. i don't know why you'd be excited talking to me—and i swear to god, if you are doing this to end up putting me in one of those jigsaw survivor interviews, i will fucking end you—but you're pretty cool yourself. your rambling is good. makes me think about something postive for once.

can't promise the drinking thing, but i have been trying to lay off of it a bit. okay, well, i haven't been trying, i just have no money to get alcohol. basically the same thing. whatever. take care of yourself, too.

[l-e-e-woso]

The Ellen Show - Rihanna

This was the first time that me and Robyn have been on the Ellen show together and I could already tell that this was going to be absolute chaos. I mean Robyn basically has no filter at all and neither do I to be honest.

“Welcome Rihanna and Jordyn!” Ellen shouts welcoming the both of us to the stage and we quickly get comfortable on the sofa while waving to a few fans in the audience.

“We're just going to get this started quickly, we are going to be playing Never Have I Ever!!” Ellen says as she hands the both of us a paddle with I Have on one side and I Haven’t on the other. “I can’t wait.” I chuckle nervously because this sort of thing usually ended up with some sort of information getting out.

“First one! Never have I ever texted a nude selfie?” Ellen asks.

Robyn laughs and holds up I have on her paddle. “Come on, of course we have. I go on tour without this sexy being all the time, I gotta get somethin’ �� Robyn says pointing at me causing me to playfully slap her arm then also hold up I have while rolling my eyes.

“Never have I ever swam naked in the ocean.” Ellen asks.

I keep up I have and Robyn goes to turn hers to I haven’t. I turn to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Turn that back round. You was with me.” I say laughing at Robyn’s facial expression and sends me a glare before putting up I have.

“You gon get me in trouble…” Robyn mutters before leaning against my side and places her hand on my thigh.

“Never have I been drunk before noon?” Ellen asks.

“Well, what is before noon classed as? Like drunk from the night before? Cause if so then definitely.” Robyn says laughing as the both of you keep I have on your paddles.

“Never have I ever seen a rapper naked?” Ellen asks.

“Aw man, I only seen you naked, you don’t rap. But hey you seen me naked so keep that shit up!” I say looking Robyn up and down with a smirk as she rolls her eyes at my comment.

“You play too much.” Once again rolling her eyes, one day they are gonna get stuck and she will still blame me for that shit.

“Never have I ever hooked up in the back of a car?” Ellen asks.

“Ha yeppp! We did on the way here!” I say proudly with a huge smile on my face which causes the audience to laugh. Robyn hit my arm and glares at me. “Ay don’t be sayin’ dat on here…” Robyn shakes her head at me.

“Well I ain’t lyin’” I say chuckling then quickly shut up when Robyn gives me a look like she gonna murder me.

“Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone you were hooking up with.” Ellen asks.

“Nahh, we been together since we were real young, we only been wit each other.” Robyn says with a smile on her face as she glances at the ring on her finger then at me.

“Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person?” Ellen asks.

“Uhh, unfortunately yes. It was hella embarrassing as well.” I say rubbing my neck as I remember the incident and Robyn just laughs while holding up I have.

“Oooh we have to hear this story.” Ellen says trying to be nosey. 

“Well long story short, I mean to sent it to Rob and accidentally sent it to her Mama. To say I was embarrassed is an understatement but luckily she uh handled the situation well.” I say while Robyn just continues to laugh because for some reason it was a funny situation to her but it definitely was for me. Who wants their mother in law to see a nude selfie of them?

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[wintermahalo]

I CAME BACKKK!!! never could leave for too long ofc 😼 stopped by to see whats going on what drawings weve cooked up in the weeks ive been frolicking ❤️ as per usual the drawings look better and better each day (they were NEVER bad) im back with another random question of the day!! (ofc only answer if u wanna!! if not js respond and be like "jordyn pls shut up" lol) todays is: ermmm has ur fav song changed? are you gonna watch the new arcane episodes? andddd js hows life going? ive been busy and will only be busier bc im trying out for cheerleading!! but ofc ill never forget to visit over here every now and then! anyways goodnight from me (or good morning depending on when you read this) mwa mwa xoxo kisses ily never stop drawing

-🌷aka jordyn

HELLO JORDYN!!!!

First off, I've been trying to improve over the last month or so TvT so I've been trying to work on a lot of different aspects of drawing (taking art definitely helped lolll) as for your questions, picking one favourite song is so hard, I wouldn't really say my answer has changed from last time but I'll definitely say I've been listening to a lot of Michael Jackson recently, as for arcane, I don't watch it, sorry D: life is pretty okayish for me, schools pretty stressful right now which is why I don't post too recently, other than that, pretty good though! Also good luck on your tryouts!!! :DD

~❄️

[jgriffinwrites]

So, Who am I?

If you made it to this page, thank you; your support is appreciated.

I think it’s about time I introduce myself to you all. I am Jordyn Griffin, author of ‘Least Expected’ a Hockey Romance/Thriller novel. Now, Jordyn Griffin is not actually my real name, but it is a nod to those who have impacted my life for the better and it was a way to acknowledge them.

Let’s break the name down:

Jordyn is the name of my niece (just spelled differently)- her timing coming into this world was solely based on how stubborn she is and how she will continue life playing by her own rules; something that I can appreciate and love.

Griffin, is my mothers maiden name and the name that represents two amazing people who are not with us anymore. My grandparents loved with all their hearts, helped so many people and supported my brother and I during the time we were given with them. They never once doubted

our goals and dreams, instead they were our first set of cheerleaders, pushing us to do our best.

So, Who am I?

The magic question for those who do not know me. I am a California born and raised girl who grew up on a small cattle ranch tucked away into the foothills of California. I spent countless weekends horseback and many days working hands on with livestock. The western lifestyle allowed me to grow my skills, provide me with many experiences as well as teaching me about hard work and earning my way.

Once I graduated my tiny high school, I made the jump to a California State University which provided me with so many more opportunities to chase my dreams and goals. I had started college as a Communications and Journalism Major- my passion for writing and reporting fueled me to pursue a career where I could be creative and allow me to shine. Within the first two years, I had changed my major to Education after finding a love for working with students. Education is where I have stayed for the last 7 years- I was able to help so many students find their calling in life.

It was during this last year of teaching that I realized that I had put some of my dreams and goals on the back burner-and sadly teaching had burnt me out. I had turned to writing to bring me back to the girl I once was- I would write for hours, edit and even delete everything and start over; it was then that ‘Least Expected’ had been born.

So, why Hockey?

Great question, I found a love in the sport of Hockey only recently (as I was never into watching sports growing up and we didn’t have any hockey programs around our town). Hockey allowed for me to focus on something other than real life and work. When I had a hard time shutting off my brain, I turned to Hockey and quickly fell in love with the sport. In a way, Hockey helped me find my footing and brought the old me back to the forefront.

Least Expected

This story actually had no set destination when I started to write. As mentioned, I would come home and just let my brain and fingers work along the keyboard. I had deleted the first 15 chapters and started over until I felt the story was on the path it was meant for. I never knew where the chapters would take me or what the characters would do next; this book challenged me, it forced me to get out of my comfort zone and to drop my guard. It allowed for me to put in personal touches and secret meanings that only close family or friends would know; this story became my child.

I feel that I am a lot like the main character Chloe; her background is nothing like mine, but she was forced to grow up fast, she had to fight for herself and she had to find her strength again after losing it. Her character was a way for me to work out my life and find who I was and to find my strength to do what I want and do something I love. I had lost the spark, the drive and the motivation that I once had.

Each character is the way they are for a reason- a reason that speaks to me and reflects back on my life and where I was when I made them.

I want to thank each and every one of you for your endless support, love and devotion to helping me chase this dream. 

Until next time,

JG

[thetiredassistant]

Jordyn did not take much pleasure in playing the games

At first, he had been relieved. Sure.. he was playing death games to survive, but he didn’t have to go back to his job— back home. His pay was nice but the job itself was tiring, and not to mention his boss wasn’t the easiest person to work for. So.. maybe he was a little relieve to see that he was in a different world where he didn’t have to worry about it.

But now? Now he had a means to survive. Jordyn had found his boss, at the beach. Found out that there was a possibility of going home, and if he wanted to keep his job, he needed to keep his Boss alive.

And at first, that was all it was. Doing his job here and also keeping him alive, and he’d keep his job back in the other world. And Jordyn would not risk losing that Job. Even if he had been relieved to not have to work when he first came here. It was supposed to be simple. Orión was an asshole, a prick who promised empty promises to stupid militants— a selfish man who teased him and then fucked off to do every possible drug he could. And then.

Then Jordyn got to know Orión

So maybe, just protecting his job stopped being the reason for doing everything he could to make sure the both of them survived— and maybe a little bit came from the fact that he wanted to keep him safe. So in order to keep Orión safe, he had to keep himself alive. And in order to keep himself alive, he would do anything necessary.

He should’ve known it would’ve been a rough game, by the look of the run down building he was walking into. It was him, and two other beach members. One of them— a Girl, Yasuka, if he remembered correctly. She seemed new, and utterly terrified. “How many games have you played so far?” He asked gently, as they walked up the rickety steps. Yasuka looked up at him, surprised he was speaking to her but she shrugged “My uh.. third. I found the beach just a few days ago, and my VISA is almost up.” Jordyn just nodded, and they finally found the room. Stepping in, the three beach members nothing that there were 9 others there.

Collapse. That was the game. Six of Spades. There was really only one rule, and that was to escape the building. As soon as the information was given, and the TV shut off— the building started to shake. Jordyn glanced around, and his eyes widened “The building is starting to collapse! Get out!” He yelled. Taking a. Step back, he turned and ran to the door they just entered from, the stairway. But it was locked. Shit!

Immediately, from down the hall someone yelled out that there was a stairway. His eyes flickered and noticed that Yasuka was panicking, and not moving. “Come on!” Jordyn yells out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along to the stairway.

The building was getting worse. Holes were forming in the floor, cracks along the building and light fixtures falling and almost smashing. They had to abandon the stairway at some point, as some concrete had blocked the way— and resorted to maneuvering their way down the holes in the floor. He kept near Yasuka, making sure she was able to get down from each floor. “You good?” He asked, and she nodded.

They were almost there. One more floor and they could get to the exit. He turned, looking for the spot that he could jump down safely, hoping that Yasuka was following right after him. Jogging up and kneeling down as he found a hole, his eyes scanned below. A desk, one he could jump down safely and not break any bones. He stood back up, and was about to call out for the others before he heard a crash, and a cry of pain.

Turning around, Jordyn’s eyes fell on Yasuka. Rubble from the ceiling had falling onto her, crushing most of her lower half. “Help!” She cried out, tears streaming from her face as the pain was too much to bear. Jordyn took a step forward, about to help her before another piece of rubble fell from the ceiling and almost hit him. He stumbled back, and his eyes met Yasuka. She tried reaching out to him, and all Jordyn did was stare back.

He should save her. She obviously had looked to him for safety, because he had helped her before. But it had been too long. The building was falling apart, and Jordyn didn’t think it would be much longer before it entirely fell. Beside, even if the two did survive after the building collapsed, with them in it— Lasers would come down. It was either he risked his life to help the girl, who was probably fucked anyway— or he could leave. Her legs were crushed, and he didn’t think she would be able to play anymore games

“I’m sorry.” He muttered. He would feel guilt later, worry about it during one of his many sleepless nights in his room. But instead of helping her, he went back to the hole and jumped down onto the desk. The building shook as he did so, and Jordyn stumbled off the desk— and fell on his shoulder. “Shit!” He hissed out, scrambling up and holding his bicep. Seeing the door, as another one of the players escaped— Jordyn just glanced back up. Fuck. He shook his head and headed out the door.

He had survived. His shoulder hurt like hell, and his clothes were a little fucked but he was here. Jordyn was here, and with 6 days more on his VISA. Sighing softly, he pulled his hair out of his ponytail and headed back to the car.

As they drove up, he rested his cheek on his fist, staring as the buildings sped by them. This was the first time he ever had to consciously let someone die, and he knew that the longer he stayed in this world.. it wouldn’t be the last.

[typingtess]

The settlements from the LAPD were what their lawyer promised – life-changing money after a life-changing encounter. Devin and Jordan Rountree were given separate settlements. That was a suggestion from their lawyer Ted Hoffman – two settlements, two recorded settlements for LAPD and two marks on the two officers' records. There was a written apology from Chief Davis with promises for retraining and changes.

Chief Davis promised its was a life-changing encounter.

Not changing LAPD. Or not changing much. For all of the Chief's talk about change, they were mostly promises, not much more. There were updates to protocols, a push for increased liaison officers between LAPD and the federal agencies working in the city. Training manuals were put under review.

Officer McNeil was put on a desk after he was retrained. He was three-years away from retirement. Under advice from his union lawyer, McNeil found a paper pushing job at Parker Center. For the rest of his career, he'd review security protocols at SoFi, Angels and Dodgers Stadiums and other large arenas for sporting events, concerts and other gatherings. He already lined up a security gig at the new Intuit Dome that began the day after his 50th birthday. He wasn't endangering that opportunity.

Officer Dubrons was retrained by LAPD and moved out to Topanga Division. 15-years away from retirement, Dubrons couldn't find as cushy a landing. He started sniffing around with several federal agencies but whenever he started getting some traction in the interview process, things would shut down suddenly. One friend at a three-letter agency said it wasn't the agent they pulled over but someone much higher in the chain of command who made it clear Dubrons was a hard no for any federal agency. Dubrons figured he's put in his time before retiring to some smaller department looking for a guy with big city experience.

But it was a life-changing encounter for the survivors.

With her settlement, Jordyn's medical school costs were largely covered. The little that was left over got her a studio condo near the campus. Devin wanted her to share a house with him – save that leftover money. No, she wanted her own place. It was time to be Jordyn and Devin, not Jordyn with Devin. When medical school was over, if she was leaving for a different city or a different part of Los Angeles, she'd have her degree free and clear and real estate to either rent out or sell. Dr. Jordyn Rountree would be on her way.

With Fatima's uncle Navid's help – Navid ran the third largest real estate firm in Los Angeles – Rountree found a fixer-upper. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms ranch, built in 1951, it looked good on the outside. Inside, both bathrooms were never updated and looked every minute of their 72-years. One bathroom had carpeting. One bedroom had paneling that probably looked great in the early 60's when it was put up but really didn't work now. There were mirrored walls in the living room and small bedroom – that would have to go. The kitchen was updated in 1977 – just in time to miss the avocado green period of American Kitchens.

While Navid had a dozen condos that were in turnkey condition lined-up, Devin wanted a house, he wanted a house in a good neighborhood. Navid's firm sold house on the block with all the bells and whistles for twice what Rountree was willing to pay. A little sweat-equity and some time, he'd have what Sam told him was the first investment in the rest of his life.

It was life-changing money after a life-changing encounter.

[alarrytale]

Marte I don’t know if you were in the fandom 8 years ago, but one of harry’s friends xandre also sent photos of his D to some fans. He promised them to introduce harry to then. There screenshots. They were talking on snapchat I believe. When the fandom found out, xandre disappeared from months and wasn’t seen with harry. Unlike now.

It’s so sad how friends used and still use the boys to meet girls/fans

Hi, anon!

I've been here since august 2012 and was here when Mr. Slimy Dick sendt his dick pick to Jordyn or her friend or however that went. I have also seen aforementioned slimy dick pic and it's now burnt into my retina forever. I wish i never saw it.

It's so sad to see how the hanger-ons are using Louis' and Harry's fame to get laid. It's young vulnerable girls desperate to meet Louis or Harry and the hanger-ons are taking advantage of it. They're in a position of power by association. It's not okay.

I have to say that i'm surprised how quick this fandom forgave Oli and Calvin for their transgressions (i've seen plenty of pics there too...). Oli has done this several times and also dated a girl who ran an update account. I thought their behaviour had improved after they were cancelled the last time, and that they grew up a bit. And that Louis took charge and shut it down. They obviously haven't learnt any lessons. They thought they got away with it. They are in their 30's now and some of these fans are 14 years old. I mean... I just get so angry with this world and angry at Louis for tolerating this behaviour among the people he employ.

[invisiblequeen]

The Wasteland Sims, Part 4

This here's the DaSilva Family; Abbeline, Jordyn and Mariela.

Abbeline and Jordyn weren't ever the closest of siblings given the age gap, but when the world went crazy and Jordyn needed a place for him and his daughter to stay, Abbeline didn't hesitate to open her doors for them both. She's never bothered asking Jordyn just what went down in San Myshuno to leave Mariela without a mother; the haunted look in his eyes every time he holds his child close keeps her mouth shut. All Abbeline can do is step up for the both of them, being the guardian their mother never wanted to be. And that includes teaching them how to survive their new normal.

Mariela likes her Aunt Abe (as she insists on being called), but not when she's forced to do exercise drills at the crack of dawn, or when she's dragged to the lake to learn fishing. EW! She used to complain about it in the beginning, still longing for the days when she'd wake up and pounce of her parents' bed to snuggle them awake. But when she tried to get her Dad to stop all the workout and chores, he stared at her for a minute straight before pulling her into a tight hug. He'd never admit it, but Mariela knows his shoulders were shaking from tears. He misses those morning snuggles too, she thought to herself.

She hasn't complained about her new normal since.

In fact, she's the one constantly trying to cheer Jordyn (her father) up over "the big fish we caught today!" or "the rabbit i saw on our rooftop!" or even "Aunt Abe tripped over herself and thought I didn't see!" And it would cheer him up, if she didn't smile so much like her mother. He's not going to tell his little girl that though. Or she'd never smile again. So instead, he sucks it up and laughs with her, quietly agreeing that Abbeline's drills are exhausting (with extra reps for him because "you're not a damn child') and when he's with Abbeline alone, he always tells her, "Thank you. Thank you for everything."

And she always replies, without hesitation, "Thank you for being here."

So lives the DaSilva family. Huddled closely against the dust storm, fighting to survive, and most importantly, to live.

Extra shots of the DaSilvas under the line!